The Ultimate Fear: Losing One's Self
Even female super experts couldn't help but be weak there. What was the most terrifying thing in the world? Death? That might be true for common folk, but not for martial artists who lived by the blade. They always kept death close at hand. Yet even those martial artists had one undeniable fear: becoming someone—or something—other than themselves.
Losing one's personality, thoughts, will, and emotions as a human being—having it all stripped away and being manipulated at another's whim. What could be more horrific or frightening than that? Even Sagong Hemi couldn't endure that terror. That's why she was desperately holding out until the end, no matter the abject humiliation and degradation.
"P-Pussy bitches... only have their p-pussies that are any use... worthless bitches like us... n-naturally have to atone with our pussies..."
Sagong Hemi, now even calling herself a pussy bitch in self-degradation. No, she didn't even have the luxury to feel shame in her desperation. Her naked body was drenched in sweat and caked in dust—a disheveled mess no female super expert would ever allow. It was clear how far gone her sanity was.
"So how exactly are you going to atone, you dimwitted bitch?"
Bang So-un remained cold even before the pale, plump moon of an ass thrust toward him, its parted cheeks revealing the yawning pussy hole between. But the corners of his mouth curled up in evident delight—a smile that would surely drive Sagong Hemi even madder if she saw it. And yet, even if she did, what could she do? Her family's enemy was thoroughly savoring his revenge, toying with her body like a plaything. That was the only "action" left to her.
"W-With this pussy bitch's pussy fan... I'll cool you lords off refreshingly... and atone with all my sincerity..."
"Oh ho, so you're finally starting to grasp how to atone, eh? Give it a try."
"Y-Yes, my lord!"
Strength returned to Sagong Hemi's voice. She'd finally gotten the positive response she'd been desperately craving. Determined not to miss this chance, she mustered every last ounce of energy from her exhausted body.
"Hup."
Sagong Hemi fully relaxed her pussy muscles, spreading it wide open. The inner pink flesh of the young female super expert's hole was laid utterly bare. Then, contracting with all her might, the hole began to close. She repeated it. Squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release...
Relax and contract, relax and contract, relax and contract, relax and contract, relax and contract, relax and contract, relax and contract, relax and contract...
Flap-flap-flap-flap. "Fanning with the pussy" surely referred to exactly this sight. And that desperate motion was her pussy fanning.
To truly fan with the pussy, there was no other way to move it. A shameful act even the lowest whore wouldn't do for money. But she had no choice to refuse. She knew the absolute master—who could decide her fate with a single finger—would love seeing it.
In that state.
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch! Sagong Hemi wildly shook her ass up and down. Just flapping the pussy wouldn't create wind, of course. The flapping was purely to satisfy him. Only the ass's motion could generate breeze. Even on her first try at pussy fanning, she knew that much. Pouring every shred of her soul into it, Sagong Hemi shook her hips.
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch!
A breeze so feeble an ordinary woman couldn't even stir a hair. But from a female super expert? Entirely different. No martial arts school in the entire murim taught naked ass-shaking techniques, of course. Yet the ass was still part of the body. When a female super expert put her mind to moving it—like with arms or legs—the power behind that motion was anything but ordinary.
Whoooosh.
Bang So-un clearly felt the wind from the female super expert's naked ass brushing his skin. A breeze more satisfying than any other. He grinned in contentment.
"Hahaha, nice. Even a stupid bitch like you has some talent."
"Th-Thank you, my lord."
A glimmer of hope lit Sagong Hemi's face. But.
"One hour."
"P-Pardon...?"
"One hour just for this old man. And of course, that's not the end. You'll fan that guy over there for another hour too. Then this generous lord might overlook trash like you that's beyond saving."
"H-Hic...!"
Sagong Hemi's face drained of color. Without inner energy, shaking her ass hard enough to create wind purely with muscle for two hours straight? Even for a rigorously trained female super expert, that was grueling. On top of it, she had to keep her pussy muscles constantly flexing to flap nonstop. What labor could be harder?
If her focus slipped even a moment and her motion faltered, the absolute master's mood might turn, repeating this hellish time all over again. In a dizzying haze, Sagong Hemi bit her lip until it bled, concentrating every fiber of her being.
"U-Understood, my lord!"
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch!
Flap-flap-flap-flap.
And so Sagong Hemi's all-out pussy fanning truly began.
"Hah... hah... hah... hah..."
The weary breaths of a female super expert. A sight often seen after grueling training. But sprawled naked on a filthy dirt floor, ass thrust skyward like a frog on its back? That was unique to this place.
Her bare skin from head to toe utterly soaked in sweat, grimy dust clinging to it and marring her pale flesh. A man's foot slammed down on the back of the collapsed super expert's head. Bang So-un's foot.
"Urk!"
Sagong Hemi let out a pathetic wail, her agonized body convulsing. Yet she couldn't do anything more. Touching the foot of the absolute master pinning her head? She couldn't even imagine the horrific consequences.
"Uggghhh!"
Sagong Hemi somehow endured. But the next blow was heavier. A ruthless kick from Jang Il straight to her exposed pussy between her spread legs.
Thwack!
"Eeeeek!"
A grotesque squeal like a sow in slaughter erupted from Sagong Hemi's throat. It had to. The pussy was one of a woman's most vulnerable weak points—one that could never be toughened, no matter what. Whether a female super expert who dominated the world or a brothel whore, it was equally fragile. Getting kicked there was agony unto death, naturally.
"Aaaah! Aaaaahhh!"
Tears streamed endlessly from Sagong Hemi's eyes as she screamed in pain. The worst torment she'd ever felt in her life. Even in that unbearable agony, she desperately kept her hands from her aching pussy. Her personality, thoughts, will, emotions... It was the desperate sight of a woman fighting to cling to what made her Sagong Hemi, human.
And that desperate resolve seemed to pay off.
"Hahaha, good. I like that posture."
Bang So-un chuckled in satisfaction, lifting his foot from her head.
"Whoa, this bitch is tough."
Jang Il stuck out his tongue, pulling his foot from her pussy. The labia were already swollen from the kick—anyone could see the excruciating pain. Yet she didn't instinctively clutch it? Even in desperation, that was remarkable willpower.
"Heh, at this point, I have to acknowledge it."
Bang So-un smirked. In truth, they'd planned to toy with her thoroughly before turning her into a hypnotized slave like her mother or sister. Any hesitation or hint of resistance, and she'd have been mindlessly enslaved on the spot. But this fierce desperation to hold onto her humanity changed things. It could be more fun—and vengeful—to keep toying with her like this.
Bang So-un shot Jang Il a meaningful glance. Jang Il grinned and nodded, clearly thinking the same.
Bang So-un twisted his lips into a smile and spoke.
"For the sake of that pathetic posture, I'll preserve your personality, as promised."
"Ugh... Th-Thank you, my lord! Th-Thank you so much, my lord! I'll be grateful for this heaven-like mercy all my life!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Sagong Hemi kowtowed repeatedly, smashing her forehead into the dirt.
"However, if you so much as entertain a disloyal thought for a single moment, I'll strip your personality and turn you into a shit-and-piss bucket for piglets, taking it in every hole for the rest of your life."
Bang So-un's cold warning.
"Hiiik! H-How could this pussy bitch dare think such retarded nonsense?! This pussy bitch's mind holds only thoughts of serving you lords loyally like a dog-pig forever! S-So please, no more of those horrifying words..."
Sagong Hemi trembled violently. Mindless, spending her life as a pig's toilet until death? Falling into the deepest hell would be mercy by comparison.
"Obedience. Not loyalty—obedience."
Bang So-un corrected her.
"Y-Yes! Of course, obedience! I'll obey forever, my lords!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blood trickled from her split forehead, but Sagong Hemi felt no pain. Her entire mind was fixed on proving she was like a dog that'd rolled belly-up in total obedience.
"Haha, good. That's the posture."
Bang So-un laughed in satisfaction. For now, tonight's revenge was neatly wrapped up. His heart felt thoroughly refreshed. But regardless, she was fated to spend her life as their plaything, atoning with every inch of her body.
"Now get up, bitch. We're leaving."
"Yes, my lord!"
Sagong Hemi sprang her naked body upright. Her heavy tits bounced. But she ignored it, covering nothing shameful. She just stood ramrod straight in attention pose, awaiting orders.
"Keh heh, you've become such a cute bitch."
Smack!
Jang Il slapped her ass cheek from behind. She flinched reflexively. But she didn't break posture. She knew she mustn't show even that much disorder.
"Good. Let's go."
Bang So-un chuckled. Of course, they didn't forget precautions: gagging her mouth and binding her tight with rope. The only perfectly safe haven was Golden Dragon Battlefield. They knew that well.
Thus, they successfully completed their revenge and departed Sagong Family Manor once more.