Interlude: A Day at the Golden Dragon Battlefield (2)
Outside the door, Bang So-un didn't set foot directly on the ground. There was no need to.
"Shoes."
"Yes, Master!"
Someone responded immediately, crawling across the floor. A naked young woman. She crawled toward Bang So-un like a dog, her raised ass wiggling diligently. The hard stone floor must have been scraping her elbows and knees raw, but she didn't so much as furrow her brow.
That woman's identity was none other than Sagong Hemi.
Reaching Bang So-un, Sagong Hemi kept crawling. She slithered under the nearby table where his shoes sat, clamped them in her mouth, and crawled back out.
Sagong Hemi carefully placed the shoes beneath Bang So-un.
"Your shoes, Master."
Bang So-un tossed out indifferently, "Foot mat."
"Yes, Master!"
Sagong Hemi pressed her prone ass right under his feet. A limp, flat ass would have looked pathetic, but the large, springy rear of a female super peak expert made for quite the sight, ridiculous situation be damned.
This is why the asses of female super peak experts are the best, Bang So-un thought with a smirk.
Squish.
Bang So-un stepped hard onto Sagong Hemi's ass and ground down. But he didn't lift his foot right away. He savored the sensation, pressing and kneading repeatedly like he was enjoying a massage.
The pressure from a grown man putting his full weight into it. Any ordinary woman would have collapsed instantly. But Sagong Hemi, a female super peak expert with a honed body and perfect balance, endured it with every ounce of strength.
Her already bouncy ass tensed even harder. A martial arts master pouring all her focus and power into nothing but her own ass—a sight no one could see just anywhere.
Or maybe, only at the Golden Dragon Battlefield.
"Heh, you do have your uses, bitch. Decent foot mat."
Bang So-un sneered. To a female super peak expert who'd roamed the world with pride not long ago, calling her nothing more than a useful tool was an insult that would make even the mildest-tempered one snap and draw her weapon.
Let alone the foul-tempered Rakshasa Sword Fairy, Sagong Hemi.
But Sagong Hemi's expression... was one of relief. Relief at having pleased her master.
"Th-thank you, Master!"
Thanking him for the humiliating words. Her brain didn't even register the concept of anger. Overwhelming fear had instinctively purged all rebellion and negativity.
Bang So-un's final shock treatment—using her mother and sister—had been overkill, sealing the deal.
He couldn't know that much, but he was dead certain Sagong Hemi was utterly broken.
"Good. Answer me. Why does a bitch like you even have an asshole?"
"Th-the lowly woman's asshole exists solely to serve you, Master. A worthless hole—for your feet or whatever else. Please use it however you wish, anytime!"
"Heh, that's right."
Bang So-un's face lit with satisfaction as he stepped down and slipped on his shoes. He could have just walked away, but he paused. Past experience told him she wasn't the type to leave in peace.
Whoosh.
Thwack!
Bang So-un suddenly swung his foot, kicking Sagong Hemi's pussy with full force.
"Eeeeek!"
Sagong Hemi threw her head back, eyes bulging, and let out a piggish screech. Her body convulsed like she'd been struck by lightning. Her swollen red pussy quivered.
Yet even then, she held her position without collapsing. The power of fear etched into her instincts.
"Thank me."
Bang So-un said with a cold smile.
"...Th-thank you... for kicking this lowly woman's pussy... I-I'm truly grateful, Master... Th-this stupid bitch... n-needs her pussy beaten every day... j-just to grasp her place... a hopeless, worthless cripple bitch... th-that's why..."
Sagong Hemi barely choked out the answer her master wanted, enduring the agony.
Thanking him after a brutal kick to the crotch—it was a sight lower than any common slave. No trace of anger, just fear and pain. That made it all the more degrading.
Bang So-un's face filled with smug contentment.
"Tit rag."
"...Y-yes... Th-this lowly woman's tits... exist solely to serve you... a worthless..."
"Tit rag duty. Clean my room with your mom. One speck of dust, and your pussy gets dog-fucked."
"H-heek... Th-that won't happen, Master... I'll clean your room spotless... with this lowly tit rag... n-not a single speck..."
"Good. Move."
"Yes, Master!"
Sagong Hemi scurried to the well on all fours. To wet her tits with water—like soaking a rag.
Treating her precious breasts, the pride of any woman, as mere cleaning tools.
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into delighted laughter and finally strode off, his steps light.
Grass Sword Seo Yohyeon.
The peculiar word "grass" in her nickname suited her perfectly. Like grass enduring a storm, her specialty was an ultra-defensive sword style.
And matching that cautious, steadfast swordplay, her personality was prudent and solid.
So her nickname fit like a glove.
Such was Seo Yohyeon, now in her room. She'd changed into her martial uniform, groomed her hair and face, and finally buckled her beloved longsword to her waist.
Preparing for the day. As a Jeolhwadae member, her duties were mainly escort. Protecting the Chief or the Vice Chief—one or the other.
The Chief rarely handled external affairs, so probably Vice Chief duty.
Anyway.
No issues today, either.
Escort work wasn't new, but this level of peace was. Neither the Chief nor Vice Chief had ever faced a real threat...
Ugh.
Seo Yohyeon winced, clutching her forehead as a sudden headache hit.
What the...? Something felt off...
"..."
Nope. Nothing.
Her expression smoothed instantly, as if the pain had never been.
One thing was certain: she loved this Golden Dragon Battlefield. From duties to pay, lodging, meals, comrades, superiors—everything was perfect.
She wanted to work here forever, as long as her body held out.
But then, a fleeting oddity crossed her mind.
Jeolhwadae. "Broken Flowers" for an armed unit? Kinda weird...
"..."
Nah, not weird at all. Great name.
Seo Yohyeon smiled contentedly and set aside her mirror.
That's when footsteps approached outside.
A first-rate expert like her wouldn't miss it. But she didn't tense. No enemies here, ever.
"Seo warrior, you in there?"
The Inner Court Mistress's voice. Seo Yohyeon checked her outfit one last time and stepped out.
"Yes, Inner Court Mistress."
Sure enough, I Hwa-rin stood there. Clever yet gentle—a perfect fit for her role.
"What is it?"
"Oh, just here to pass on your assignment."
"Assignment?"
A flicker of doubt in Seo Yohyeon's eyes. The Chief or Vice Chief would send a servant for that. No need for the Inner Court Mistress to come personally.
So it must be important. Her expression grew serious.
"Yes, today's task for you is... ah..."
I Hwa-rin, who'd spoken smoothly, suddenly trailed off.
More doubt in Seo Yohyeon's gaze.
What...?
I Hwa-rin looked strange. Unfocused eyes, blank face. No emotion.
Incomprehensible.
"Um, Inner Court Mistress?"
As Seo Yohyeon called out, I Hwa-rin finally spoke again.
"...Broken Flower..."
Nonsense words.
But the instant they hit her ears...
"Ah..."
Seo Yohyeon's eyes glazed over. Thoughts vanished. Emotions evaporated. Willpower dissolved.
Everything emptied. Her vacant shell stood blankly.
"...Pussy grass bitch... ready to obey Masters' commands in hypnotic state..."
Seo Yohyeon muttered dazedly. Her proud Grass Sword title twisted into the ridiculous self-debasement "pussy grass bitch."
A nickname was a martial artist's pride. Twisting it with vulgar "pussy" and bitch was deeply humiliating.
A female super peak expert trampling her own honor like that—grotesque yet intensely arousing. Any man would get hard on sight.
"...Great Master's orders..."
"...Yes... will obey any command instantly..."
"...Go to Hwa-seon's room now. Prepare to fill the slave ledger illustrations with your body—in the most lewd, stimulating outfits and poses..."
"...Yes... will obey Great Master's command..."
Seo Yohyeon moved. But not like her usual grace. No way this was a female expert's gait.
She walked slowly, ass swaying side to side like a seductress.
And Seo Yohyeon was gone.
I Hwa-rin alone.
"Ah?"
Suddenly, awareness returned to her face.
What...? Something...
......
Nope. Nothing wrong.
She was heading to the office anyway.
"Gotta go."
I Hwa-rin walked off casually toward the office.