Interlude: A Day at the Golden Dragon Battlefield (1)
A day at the Golden Dragon Battlefield began with the crow of a rooster.
The first to rise was Oenoya, the outer courtyard manager. Or rather, it wouldn't be accurate to say he rose—he was already awake. True to his age, he rarely slept past dawn.
"Ahem."
Oenoya began the day's preparations himself, handling tasks unfit for his station. By the time late-rising servants came rushing in, breathless,
"Oh dear, Oenoya! We'll take over now."
"Hm, very well. Carry on."
Oenoya patted their backs and stepped aside.
"Hoo..."
He packed tobacco tightly into his long pipe and lit one up. This was one of the greatest pleasures left in his old life.
Before long, the main gate creaked open, and the first visitor of the day arrived. Not a visitor, exactly—she was coming to work. It was I Hwa-rin, the inner courtyard mistress.
"I hope you woke without incident today, sir."
I Hwa-rin greeted him politely.
"Heh heh, of course. And you, Mistress? Did you rest well?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good to hear."
Oenoya smiled warmly, taking a deep drag from his pipe before continuing.
"Then off you go."
"Yes, sir."
I Hwa-rin bowed deeply and headed straight for the inner courtyard. Oenoya watched her retreating figure thoughtfully. He liked her for many reasons, starting with her unmatched diligence. Skill was secondary—what mattered was her innate character, which never changed.
"Ngh, well then, this old man's got to get moving again."
And so the outer courtyard's day truly began.
I Hwa-rin headed first to her own room before going to her office. It was a shabby space right next to the maids' quarters, but she didn't mind. The old room she'd used before had been far too big for one person anyway. And she never lingered there long, so it mattered even less.
"Good morning, Mistress."
She acknowledged the maids' greetings with a nod and entered her room. It was worn and cramped, but impeccably tidy. The first task here was...
Task? A question flickered in I Hwa-rin's mind.
"Ah..."
Her eyes lost focus, glazing over. Emotions vanished from her face in an instant. She muttered under her breath.
"...Master commanded this cheonnyeo never to wear a pussy cover again... This cheonnyeo obeys that command, removing her pussy cover immediately every morning in her room..."
This was the suggestion Jang Il had implanted first. It was still effective—no, it would remain embedded until her dying breath. Such was the power of Jang Il's hypnosis.
It simply didn't trigger at home, where her husband might grow suspicious.
She hiked up her skirt and stripped off her undergarments, tossing them carelessly into the corner like useless trash. Her bare pussy exposed without a hint of cover. Only then did she smooth her skirt back down. Emotions returned with it.
"Huh...?"
I Hwa-rin blinked. An inexplicable unease tugged at her. But it faded quickly.
"Ah, right. Time to gather my things."
She picked up her bundle of documents and headed to her office without a care. She stepped right over her discarded undergarments on the floor, oblivious.
"Yaaawn."
The young master's day started a bit later. Even so, he couldn't afford to lounge about forever—the man at the top had no such luxury.
"Did you sleep well, my lord?"
Hwang Bo-seol, who had risen first, knelt and spoke deferentially. Her thin nightgown was so sheer it revealed every curve—and more.
It was a sight that never failed to please.
"Indeed, wife."
Bang So-un sat up.
"I've prepared your water, my lord."
"Thank you."
Gulp, gulp. He drank deeply. The water invigorated his freshly awakened body. Still, fatigue lingered. Leaving home really was a hassle. Though the spoils he'd claimed made it more than worthwhile.
"Don't mind me now—get yourself ready. You're the busy one."
"Understood, my lord."
Hwang Bo-seol bowed in gratitude and rose. Truth be told, the Battlefield couldn't function properly without its deputy leader. Bang So-un had left all her core duties unchanged. He could handle them if he wanted, but the Battlefield's day-to-day bored him. Leaving it to the expert while he focused elsewhere was the efficient division of labor.
Yet even she couldn't start her day without her husband's permission. Bang So-un relished this dominant hold no mere son-in-law could claim.
Swish. Swish.
Hwang Bo-seol shed her nightgown and changed. No modest woman would bare herself so before her husband—but she stripped fully nude, changing even her undergarments without hesitation. Bang So-un watched with satisfaction.
When she bent to swap her undergarments, her plump, luscious ass came into full view, stirring his cock to attention. He wanted to ravage his peerless beauty of a wife right then, but he held back. The day was long; he couldn't waste stamina so early.
"I'm ready, my lord."
In her striking white palace robes, her beauty shone even brighter as she spoke again.
"Ah, good. Go ahead and start your work. I've got things to handle."
"Understood, my lord. Today, as always, I devote myself fully to you."
Hwang Bo-seol, prouder of the Golden Dragon Battlefield than anyone—yet here she was, pledging her all not to it, but to her husband Bang So-un. Any other employee would gape in shock. To Bang So-un, it was pure delight.
"Haha, yes. You'll always work for me, wife."
"Of course, my lord. This lowly concubine vows to shatter her bones and scatter her ashes solely for you, eternally."
She knelt, offering the deepest bow of utmost respect, then crawled backward out the door, carefully closing it behind her.
No other man in the world could claim such heavenly submission from a wife who was a stunning beauty and competent to boot. Only Bang So-un.
With a satisfied smile, he turned his gaze to one corner of the vast room. A woman stood there. Vacant eyes, utterly emotionless, face as blank as an empty shell. She was stark naked, not a thread on her—not even covering her breasts or pussy. Yet her arms hung limply at her sides, making no attempt to hide her shame. She resembled a lifeless doll.
Anyone who knew her would have their eyes bulge in horror. This was Mok Un-gyo, the supreme female expert of Gansu Murim, wielder of the Nanwha Sword.
But now, this pinnacle expert stood utterly nude before a strange man, frozen like a doll. It was only natural. She was no longer human—she was spoils of revenge.
"Mom pussy bitch."
"Yes, Great Master."
Mok Un-gyo's mouth finally moved. But her words were worse than silence—an affirmation of the most humiliating address imaginable. Acknowledging herself as "mom pussy bitch." And to her sky-like sovereign master, no less.
But that was nothing.
"Fetch the chamber pot."
"Yes, Great Master. Mom pussy bitch will fetch the chamber pot immediately."
Mok Un-gyo moved. On all fours, ass high, crawling awkwardly. Reaching Bang So-un, she knelt, threw her head back, and gaped her mouth as wide as it could go—jaw straining to its limit, as if it might dislocate.
"Catch every drop without spilling."
"Aaeuuaa, uueee. (Understood, Great Master.)"
"Good."
Whoosh. Bang So-un aimed at her open mouth and unleashed his piss. The yellow stream poured relentlessly down her throat.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. Mok Un-gyo swallowed the filthy torrent without pause. Any hesitation, and it would overflow.
Satisfied, a wicked smirk curled Bang So-un's lips. He shook off the last drops with a few pats.
Gulp, gulp. She swallowed even those.
Bang So-un tucked himself away. But Mok Un-gyo remained with her mouth obscenely agape. Her master hadn't ordered her to close it.
"Hahaha! That's it. That's how you'll live from now on, you bitch."
Bang So-un burst into hearty laughter. Jeolhwadae? No chance. She was just a chamber pot—ready to guzzle piss anytime. Proof of merciless, thorough revenge. Punishment for raising such a worthless daughter, to be paid with her body for life.
And also a threat to ensure that daughter never dared stray thoughts.
Heh heh, how could she think of anything else, seeing her mom and sister like this?
Her eldest daughter, Sagong Heryeong, served as Jang Il's chamber pot. And Sagong Hemi, witnessing it all, seemed half-mad with terror. Her usual ferocity crushed under overwhelming fear—a beaten-dog expression that would bare her pussy in a crowded market if ordered.
Playing like this has its own fun.
Bang So-un chuckled. He turned back to Mok Un-gyo.
"Hey, mom pussy bitch."
"Yes, Great Master."
"Clean the room spotless with your red rag. Not a speck of dust. Wash that rag in your pussy over and over and keep mopping."
"Yes, Great Master. Mom pussy bitch will clean Great Master and Lady's room spotless with her red rag pussy—not a speck of dust. She'll wash the rag in her pussy over and over and keep mopping."
Chamber pot, then mop. Perfect. A model of vengeance.
"Heh."
With a twisted grin, Bang So-un stepped out the door.