Apologize Again, You Stupid Bitch!
Two pairs of bare asses. Completely exposed asses. Their massive size proclaimed them to be a woman's hindquarters. And the firm, unyielding flesh that showed not a hint of sag spoke of their owner: a supreme female martial expert. Two pairs of a female master's naked asses. Witnessing such a sight was undoubtedly an excruciating rarity.
This was worlds apart from the exposed rears of common whores. You could see a whore's ass for a handful of coin. But a female master's? Who could strip two haughty, prideful experts naked and make them display their asses like this? An absurd impossibility. From that perspective, the scene before them was one that would make any other Murim warrior's eyes bulge in shock.
Nanwha Sword Mok Un-gyo. Coldblood Sword Sagong Heryeong. The two first-rate female experts stood side by side before the men, utterly naked without a thread to cover them, proudly displaying their asses. The famed spear and sword that had made their names echo through the jianghu were nowhere to be seen. Not that they could carry weapons when they didn't even have a scrap of cloth to hide their most precious pussies.
Their limp, empty hands made it abundantly clear: they harbored not the slightest will to resist. A pitiful sight utterly unfit for female masters. Anyone looking would know exactly what that pose screamed: Please, gaze upon my naked body wherever you desire.
But even that thought proved too tame. Slap!Smack! The men's hands struck the naked right cheeks of the mother-daughter experts' asses almost simultaneously. Without missing a beat, the pair opened their mouths and murmured in unison.
"...This pussy-bitch mother will immediately shake her shithole and wink her asshole... Great Master..."
"...This big-sis pussy-bitch will immediately shake her shithole and wink her asshole... Master..."
Like obedient dogs, the mother-daughter experts dropped to all fours at once. Then, as if locked in fierce competition, they began wildly shaking their asses from side to side.
Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble!
Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble!
But the contest didn't stop there.
Wink-wink-wink-wink!
Wink-wink-wink-wink!
The mother and daughter madly clenched and unclenched their assholes in a frenzy. Proving to each other in perfect harmony that they were vermin lower than livestock.
"Hahaha!"
"Kuhuhuhu."
Bang So-un and Jang Il laughed merrily at the spectacle. In stark contrast...
"Ugh... Uuugh..."
Sagong Hemi trembled violently, letting out pained groans. Her face was frozen in terror. The savage glint that always burned in her eyes was utterly gone. Her mother and sister—deprived of all humanity, reduced below beasts. The thought that she was next filled her with unbearable dread.
Bang So-un sensed the moment had ripened.
"Hey, little bitch-sis."
"Ugh..."
"Answer me, you cunt!"
Bang So-un raised his voice. Only then did she respond.
"Y-yes...?"
A terrified squeak, utterly unlike her usual tone. She knew it all too well. Ending up like her mother and sister was far more horrifying than death.
"You don't want to end up like that, do you?"
Bang So-un grinned wickedly.
"N-no, no... Anything but that... P-please..."
Sagong Hemi begged her mortal enemy. Desperately so. It showed just how terrified she was of losing her very self, of being reduced below human.
"Hmph. Why should I?"
Bang So-un snorted derisively.
"A-anything you command... I'll do it all... So please... Please..."
Sagong Hemi pleaded again, her voice breaking.
"You'll do anything I command?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything! I'll do it all! I swear! Truly!"
"Hmm."
Bang So-un pretended to mull it over. Then he turned to Jang Il.
"What do you think, Jang Il? She says she'll do it."
"Well... We could leave her sane for about a year, right? Might be some novel fun in that."
Jang Il's reply matched Bang So-un's intent perfectly, reading his expression.
"Hm, fair enough. Let's do that, then."
"Th-thank you! Thank you, sir!"
Sagong Hemi's face lit up with relief as she bowed repeatedly in gratitude. She'd even switched to calling him "sir."
"But."
Bang So-un shot her a cold glare.
"Disobey even once, and I'll turn you into the same as your mom and sis on the spot."
"Y-yes... I understand... Sir..."
Sagong Hemi swallowed hard, tense as a bowstring.
"Good. Untie her."
"Yes, Great Master."
I Yeon unbound the ropes holding Sagong Hemi. Yet she didn't dare move. She knelt with her eyes meekly downcast. A perfect picture of a whipped puppy.
The sight filled Bang So-un and Jang Il with immense satisfaction, a cool rush piercing their cores. Their cocks throbbed hard. Just a year ago, this woman had beaten them to near-death, forcing them to flee. Now she cowered before them like a dog. No—less than that. Conquest and triumph electrified their brains.
But this was only the beginning.
"You'll start with a proper apology, of course? Use every inch of that body for the most abject one you can muster."
Bang So-un bared his teeth in a grin.
"I-I'm sorry... Sirs..."
Sagong Hemi knelt, forehead pressed to the ground in abject submission. In the Central Plains, this was the ultimate gesture of total surrender.
But not by Bang So-un and Jang Il's standards.
"You crazy bitch. That's your apology?"
Bang So-un spat coldly.
"Y-yes...?"
Stunned by the sudden insult, she peeked up fearfully.
"I said clearly: use every inch of that body for the best apology you can manage."
"Y-you did... Then please, tell me what..."
"You stupid cunt! Figure it out yourself!"
"Eek!"
Sagong Hemi flinched violently. Her hands trembled against the floor.
"I command you again. Make the ultimate apology."
Bang So-un was ice-cold, his face unyielding as stone.
"Y-yes... S-sir..."
Her voice quaking, Sagong Hemi blinked rapidly, desperately wracking her brain. Then she began stripping. Her face flushed with shame. But she bit her lip and continued. She had no choice.
Now only in a red nipple cover and matching panties. She knelt again, forehead to the ground. Her ass flesh spilled lewdly from the panties.
"I'm sorry... Sirs..."
An apology unthinkable in the real world. Yet it still fell short for Bang So-un.
"That's your best? Hiding everything where it counts—you look comfy as hell."
"N-not really..."
"You moronic bitch! Dressed like that, you could stand in the market all day without a care!"
"Eek!"
"Apologize properly right now, you idiot! Or I'll make you like your mom!"
Infusing his shout with inner power, Bang So-un bellowed.
"Eeeek! Y-yes!"
Her face drained white, Sagong Hemi scrambled up. In a frenzy, she tore off the nipple covers and panties. Her naked body exposed for the first time. Her tits matched Mok Un-gyo's in size and shape. But unlike her mother's darkened, sagging pussy from birthing two children, Hemi's youthful slit was pristine and firm.
Thud!
"I-I'm sorry! Sirs!"
Forehead slamming into the dirt, fully exposed in prostration. Few acts could be more humiliating. Especially for a woman. Her tits squished flat against the ground. From behind, her pussy and asshole were on full display. For a woman, it was a blatant invitation: Fuck me like a dog.
Only then did Bang So-un's expression soften slightly.
"Hm. Now that's somewhat presentable."
"Heh, right, Young Master?"
Jang Il chuckled in agreement. But they both knew it wasn't enough.
"Hey, stupid cunt."
Bang So-un twisted his lips into a smirk.
"Yes! Sir!"
"Since it's barely to my liking, I'll graciously give you a hint."
"P-please, sir!"
"Baring the pussy was right, but don't think apologies are only done on your knees."
"Huh...?"
"There are plenty of ways. And plenty of body parts to use."
"Wh-what do you..."
"Figure it out yourself."
"P-please... T-tell me..."
"Get up, you stupid cunt! Apologize again!"
For Sagong Hemi, the hellish ordeal looped endlessly.
Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble.
Wink-wink-wink-wink.
"What kind of apology is that?"
"Th-this stupid cunt... is stupidly shaking her shithole... stupidly winking her asshole in the most ridiculous, clownish way possible... to sincerely apologize to you sirs..."
Vigorously shaking her ass and clenching her hole in tandem, Sagong Hemi poured out her apology to Bang So-un and Jang Il. Exactly as she described: a laughably pathetic display. Her body was drenched in sweat. A bead trickled down her ass crack, vanishing into her winking hole.
"Puhahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Kuh... Kuhahaha!"
Jang Il clutched his belly, roaring with mirth. Their faces eased with the thrill of sweet, ongoing revenge.
But not yet. Not quite.
Bang So-un's expression hardened.
"You truly hopeless stupid cunt! Wasn't that the exact apology your mom and sis already gave?!"
"Eeeeek."
"Apologize again! You stupid bitch!"
Hell dragged on.