Prove It with Your Body
It was a warehouse, by the looks of it. Spacious enough—like a large room. But the interior was pitch dark. A single candle flickered lonely, barely illuminating the space.
Bang So-un wasn't pleased. "Bring every candle you can find and light them right now."
"Yes, Great Master."
Mok Un-gyo moved at once. He'd tasked her specifically because she was the only one who knew where the candles were.
"Well, let's head in for now."
Bang So-un stepped through the open door. Jang Il and the Jeolhwadae followed behind. He left just one behind: Im So-min. She was the lookout, in case of any surprises. Though he doubted it would be necessary.
"Mmph!"
"Mmmph!"
Muffled voices came from inside—gagged, not with pressure points, but stuffed with rags or cloth.
Bang So-un shot Yeon Su-rin an approving look. "You know your stuff, Yeon-m ae."
"Though my head is stupid, I've learned diligently by watching at your side, brother."
Yeon Su-rin bowed her head in reply. This was why finished products were so satisfying. Worlds apart from half-baked, lightly brainwashed slaves.
"Hahat, the place suits my taste too."
Fine rooms had their charm, but a dusty storage like this fit perfectly. For those two bitches.
"I'm relieved it pleases you, though I racked my stupid brains to think of it, brother."
Yeon Su-rin looked relieved.
"I like how you've bound them too." Not pressure points, but ropes tightly around hands and feet. Amateurish, like some low-rent pervert's work—but that's what made it perfect. A peak female expert helpless against cheap bindings? Utterly arousing.
"Thank you again for your excessive praise, brother."
Yeon Su-rin beamed with emotion.
"Haha, well done, Yeon-mae."
Bang So-un laughed and slapped her crotch with his palm—right over the tight night suit where her pussy lips bulged out.
Smack!
"Ahhng!"
A lewd moan escaped instantly. Her body, fully tamed by his hand, reacted on reflex. Pussy juices flowed automatically, soaking the crotch of her night suit.
"Good girl."
"Th-thank you, brother."
Her face already flushed red, Yeon Su-rin squirmed. Normally, he'd strip her bottom and thrust in right away—but not now. His long-awaited revenge targets were right in front of him.
Jang Il approached the prey. Sagong Hemi and Sagong Heryeong. The Sagong sisters. Sharp, spirited faces, eerily similar. Especially the one on the left. How could he forget that face? He'd nearly died testing hypnosis on her.
Jang Il especially would have been dead without Bang So-un.
"Hahaha! They look perfect like this, young master."
Jang Il laughed heartily, already feeling vindicated.
"Mmmph!"
"Mmph!"
The sisters glared with murderous eyes. But they could only glare—nothing more.
"Remove the gags."
Bang So-un ordered with a grin.
"Yes, Great Master."
I Yeon approached and pulled the rags from their mouths.
And then—
"You filthy villainous scum!"
"You dog bastards! Untie us right now! Or I'll tear you to shreds!"
Sagong Heryeong and Sagong Hemi writhed like maggots, spewing venomous curses.
Bang So-un let out a booming laugh. "Hah! What idiot would untie you? Do I look like an idiot?"
"Tch, yeah, you idiot!"
As expected, the younger sister Sagong Hemi had the filthier mouth. Similar looks, different tempers. Though both glared with eyes screaming for their deaths.
"Fine by me. I like a foul mouth. Makes me hard just thinking what'll come out of it later. Gets me all prepped."
"Haha, same tastes as always, young master."
Jang Il chimed in.
"What the fuck are you on about, you dog bastards?!"
Sagong Hemi bellowed, face red with rage.
"Don't you remember our faces?"
"More bullshit?!"
"You must recall. About a year ago, near Gansu Cheonsan Mountain."
"Huh?"
Sagong Hemi frowned, searching her memory. She eyed Bang So-un and Jang Il, then her eyes widened in realization.
"...You bastards from back then?"
"That's us."
"Ugh, fuck! Should've killed you then!"
Sagong Hemi went berserk, realizing her mistake in sparing weaklings had led here.
"Hmph, revenge for your sister? Pathetic trash."
Sagong Heryeong sneered coldly.
"Pathetic? Revenge is the most fun thing ever."
Bang So-un sneered back.
"Trash! What did you do to Mother?!"
"What? Told her to catch you properly. And the dumb bitch did a great job. Impressively so."
"You dare! What filthy sorcery did you use on Mother?!"
"No need to explain to you bi—oh, perfect timing."
Mok Un-gyo entered, arms full of candles. She set them around and lit them one by one.
Fwoosh.
The warehouse brightened as dozens flickered to life. Bang So-un smiled, pleased.
"I have carried out your command, Great Master."
Mok Un-gyo knelt, forehead to the floor.
The sisters' faces paled.
"M-Mother!"
"Mother!"
The shock of their mother's attack was bad enough—but seeing her call someone "Great Master" and act like a lowly slave? Devastating. Unimaginable, even in nightmares.
"Hahat!"
Bang So-un laughed merrily, going for the kill. "Lick my shoes like a dog right now."
"This lowly pussy bitch obeys your command, Great Master."
"Wh-what?!"
"Wha-what the?!"
Impossible words from their mother's mouth. The sisters recoiled at "pussy bitch."
And before her daughters' eyes, their mother—
Lick, lick, lick.
Stuck out her tongue and lapped at Bang So-un's filthy shoes like a dog. Caked in dirt, yet she cleaned them meticulously, like a rag. Beyond slave—pure livestock.
The sisters' faces froze.
"Hahaha! Feeling it now? The situation you're in."
"Puhaha! Finally scared, huh?"
Bang So-un and Jang Il grinned in satisfaction.
"Sh-shut up! The Murim Alliance won't stand for this!"
Sagong Hemi roared desperately. Their last hope: the Murim Alliance. The righteous powerhouse wouldn't ignore such an atrocity.
"Sure, they won't just sit idle."
Bang So-un admitted readily.
"Then get out of here, you villains!"
Sagong Heryeong shouted.
But—
"No brains? Finish our business first, then fly off."
Bang So-un chuckled darkly.
"The Murim Alliance will scour every grain of sand, track your traces to the ends of the earth! Until we catch and execute you!"
Sagong Hemi's spirit didn't break. It was all she had, fueling desperate defiance.
Bang So-un tsked and shrugged. "Fine, fine. Let's see if they can. You'll be coming with us anyway."
A declaration of abduction. Yet hope flickered in the sisters' eyes.
Dead men tell no tales. But live hostages? Tails drag, leading to capture. By the Murim Alliance. They were certain.
Endure somehow. An opportunity will come.
I know, sister.
Their eyes exchanged resolve. Bang So-un liked their unyielding hope. The faces when it died would be priceless.
He and Jang Il met eyes, smirking in sync.
And the method—
"Jang Il."
"Yes, young master."
"Break the sister first. Our ultimate revenge target is the younger one."
Mother and sister reduced below human—Sagong Hemi's face then. Blood already raced in anticipation.
"Heh. Of course, young master. Shall we start?"
"Yeah. Night won't last forever."
"Yes, sir."
Before Jang Il advanced, Bang So-un checked with Yeon Su-rin. "You fed them the San-gong Poison, right?"
"Yes, Master."
Even first-rate female experts became easy prey for Jang Il under San-gong Poison. Especially for him, his power ever-growing.
"Heh heh, come out. Let's play to the end in a nice spot."
Jang Il grinned creepily before Sagong Heryeong.
She bit her lip, staying composed. She believed in her hope.
"I won't forget this grudge, trash!"
"Heh, grudge? Who cares. You'll end up like your mom soon."
The sisters' faces hardened.
"Sister!"
"Don't worry. It won't happen to me."
Sagong Heryeong's eyes burned resolute.
"Mother's heart is too soft—she fell to sorcery. I won't. Never."
The family's sole gentle soul: Mok Un-gyo. Her daughters? Fiercer than any.
Unbreakable wills.
"Right, sister! You're different! They can't touch you!"
Sagong Hemi encouraged her.
Sagong Heryeong shouted coldly. "I won't yield or break! Do your worst, villains!"
It was hellish time. Bound alone before villains.
Sister dragged off. Unthinkable, but surely being violated. And they'd try that filthy sorcery that broke Mother.
But she trusted. Sister was different.
Sorcery needed weak will. Ironclad spirit repelled it. Sister's was unbreakable.
She'd return intact. They'd endure together. Until Murim Alliance rescuers arrived.
"!"
She sensed them approaching.
Sister entered first. Same clothes as when she left. Unbound. Not fleeing due to sealed qi, no doubt. Unavoidable. But relief—she looked fine. Sister was unbreakable.
Huh?
Something off in sister's expression. Lacked vitality. But no real issue. Just exhaustion. Inevitable.
"Sister…."
As she called—
"Stop."
The burly villain spoke first. Sister halted.
"Uh…."
Confusing. But understandable. Defy, and Mother or she suffered.
So….
"What did you say earlier?"
The villain spoke again.
"…I won't yield… or break…."
Sister indeed. Defiant as ever. Voice changed slightly—probably threats if no honorifics.
"Hahaha! Excellent attitude."
Villain laughed mockingly. Rage boiled. But she calmed. Sorcery-proof, so only mockery left.
"Can you prove that with your body?"
Strange words.
"…Yes…."
Sister replied. Prove true or false bodily? Unclear. But sister would demonstrate firmly, whatever it took.
"Then prove it."
Villain said.
And—
Sister's hand gripped her pant waist.
What—?
She yanked them down. To the floor.
"Wh…?!"
Mind reeled. Couldn't process.
Yellow panties only on sister's lower half. And her hand… pulled those down too.
Sister's most private place, unseen even between sisters. Her pussy… fully exposed….
Shock froze her brain. Th-this… wh-what…?!
"Haha, fine proof. Now explain in words."
Villain's voice pierced her dizzy chaos. Sister's lips parted, slow as a lantern show.
"…This stupid pussy bitch… by baring her own pussy… proves to Master that her claim of never yielding or breaking… was just a stupid pussy bitch's clueless nonsense…."
"Ah… Ah… Aaaaaaaaah!"
A scream erupted from within, and she lost consciousness.