Interlude: A Day at the Golden Dragon Battlefield (3) - Painter Hwa-seon's Routine
Hwa-seon Yang Yeon-hwi's days always began quietly. She rose before dawn, as always. Upon waking, she neatly folded her bedding. Then she changed clothes and washed her face. After washing, she returned to her room to calmly prepare. Preparing to paint that day's picture. Today was no different.
She arranged her tools for painting—Hwa-seon paper, brushes, inkstone, ink stick, pigments—and sat silently. She hadn't picked up her brush yet. Because the subject of the painting hadn't arrived.
Creak.
The door opened, and someone entered. Yang Yeon-hwi's gaze turned toward it. It was a woman. A face she didn't recognize, as the woman was new to the Golden Dragon Battlefield, but her martial robes marked her as a female martial expert. Probably from the Jeolhwadae.
The female expert didn't walk with dignified steps but swayed her hips like a courtesan. Of course. That was the fitting gait for a bitch with a red tube and pussy attached.
Whether female expert or maid, it didn't matter. Bitches with red tubes and pussies were supposed to walk like that.
"Go over there and wait."
"...Yes... I'll go over there and wait......"
Mumbling a dull echo, the female expert shuffled blankly to stand opposite Yang Yeon-hwi.
No vitality. An utterly vacant, idiot-like expression with all intelligence gone. Master's favorite look.
'Not bad-looking......'
She seemed plain at first glance, but her sharp eyes and well-shaped lips harmonized beautifully. Plenty pretty enough. And her figure went without saying. Curves swelling where they should, tapering where they ought—a body radiating feminine allure. More than enough for Master to enjoy.
Finishing her thoughts, Yang Yeon-hwi waited quietly again. And soon after.
Creak.
The door opened once more, and someone entered. The moment she saw his face, Yang Yeon-hwi dropped to her knees and slammed her forehead to the floor. A greeting to her master, who dominated her body, mind—no, her everything. Utter devotion was only natural.
"Your milk-cow tit pussy bitch humbly greets Master."
The blankly waiting female expert also prostrated herself.
"...Mindless pussy bitch... greets Great Master......"
Bang So-un laughed.
"Haha, good. All prepared today, I assume?"
"Yes, Master. Prepared with all my heart."
"Excellent. Let's enjoy."
Bang So-un sat in his designated seat. The best spot for watching everything.
"A mindless pussy bitch today. Not bad."
Bang So-un flashed a sinister smile. Seo Yohyeon, the Grass Sword. Not a stunning beauty, but her plain prettiness had its own appeal. And her body was tantalizing.
"Ready?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then start with her normal pose."
Starting from her original state and gradually breaking her down—that was the most arousing. The thrill of comparison. And that thrill grew sharper the more detailed and stark the contrast.
Especially if it was something she'd never do in her normal state. Bang So-un knew this well, of course.
"Mindless pussy bitch."
"...Yes... Great Master......"
"Return to normal eyes first."
"...Yes... I'll return to normal eyes... Great Master......"
Intelligence returned to Seo Yohyeon's vacant gaze. Eyes flowing with the vigor of a true female expert. But Bang So-un knew her mind remained emptily idiotic.
"Hmm, now fix your stance."
Arms dangling limply. Far from a martial world expert's poise. She needed more presence.
"Draw your sword."
"...Yes... Great Master... I obey......"
Seo Yohyeon drew her sword. Now it was worth watching. But still lacking.
Chin in hand, Bang So-un pondered briefly before speaking again.
"A bitch like you must've encountered rapists while roaming the martial world, right?"
"...Yes... I have... Great Master......"
Seo Yohyeon answered in a dazed voice. Bang So-un smirked knowingly. With her decent looks and sexy body, he'd figured she'd been targeted by perverts or lechers. Spot on.
"What did you do? Kill them?"
"...Yes... I killed them... Great Master......"
"Haha, perfect. Just perfect."
Bang So-un laughed.
"Then recreate that killer aura and pose from slaying the rapist. You can do it, obviously?"
"...Yes... Great Master... I'll recreate it immediately......"
Unlike her listless reply, Seo Yohyeon's aura shifted dramatically. Razor-sharp eyes. Unyielding killing intent vowing to slaughter the filth. Her sword poised to slash with fierce momentum. The very picture of a majestic female expert.
Satisfied, Bang So-un laughed and clapped.
"Hahaha, yes! That's it. Perfect. Paint her just like that."
"Yes, Master."
Yang Yeon-hwi immediately set brush to paper. Bang So-un leaned back, arms crossed, leisurely savoring the sight.
Seo Yohyeon's form. Just like the righteous female experts he'd seen shadowing their fathers' processions. Strong, proud, dignified, unyielding to evil. How he'd admired them as a boy. No, yearned for them. Who were the lucky men who claimed such great women? He'd envied them.
Now, one such expert stood right before him. Bang So-un felt a wave of nostalgia. But time had passed, and much had changed. Very much.
"Heh heh, poor rapist bastard. Didn't even get a peek at her pussy before getting patheticly sliced up."
He could picture it. The rapist's wretched death. How unjust it must've felt. Dying without even a final release.
And here. Another rapist lurked. A grand rapist incomparable to that pathetic fool. The female expert drew her sword against him. Burning with resolve to eradicate the ultimate filth defiling her body and the martial world.
Great plot development.
"Hahahaha!"
Bang So-un threw his head back laughing, delighted. Adding dialogue would make it even better. No... that might be more fun entirely.
"Milk-cow tit."
"Yes, Master."
"Stop painting. Gonna change the composition completely."
"Yes, Master."
"Alright, then......"
Bang So-un moved with a sinister smile.
"How dare you lust after my body, you unforgivable scum!"
Seo Yohyeon shouted with icy killing intent in her eyes. She continued.
"I, Seo Yohyeon, will gladly execute you for the peace of the martial world!"
"Hmph, resistance is futile. Before the sword of the Grass Sword Seo Yohyeon, you'll die pathetically like all the other rapists!"
"Die, rapist!"
So vivid her aura. A real rapist before her would've tensed and cowered. But Bang So-un looked utterly unfazed. Amused, even, with a grin.
He knew. Her sword would never fall.
"How dare you lust after my body, you unforgivable scum!"
Seo Yohyeon repeated the exact words like a madwoman. Bang So-un chuckled and addressed Yang Yeon-hwi.
"Coming along well?"
"Yes, nearly complete, Master."
"Good, keep going till it's done."
"Yes, Master."
Hwa-seon diligently worked her brush. A new composition including Bang So-un himself. His idea, of course.
What would people think seeing this painting? They'd grasp it instantly. A female expert facing her foe. The foe, obviously, a vile rapist. Why? His right hand was extended, poised to grab her tits any second.
Understanding that, viewers would assume the obvious. The rapist was about to die by the heroine's hand. Because that's the natural, righteous progression.
No one imagines the reverse. It'd be inhuman, utterly depraved—no sane artist would depict it.
That was the thrill. Overturning the world's "obvious" assumptions.
"Hahahaha!"
Bang So-un roared with laughter. The thought hardened his cock. Utterly arousing.
"Complete, Master."
Soon, Yang Yeon-hwi reported.
"Good, let me see."
Bang So-un examined the painting. Perfect. The female expert's fierce aura, the rapist's lecherous grin and reaching hand—captured flawlessly, worthy of awe. Truly Hwa-seon. Worth the effort to acquire. An invaluable slave bitch.
"Well done."
"Your overly generous praise leaves me at a loss, Master."
Hwa-seon bowed her head.
"Heh."
This painting. Anyone seeing it would crave the next scene. The righteous heroine triumphantly slaying the evil rapist.
Yes, let them look. The sequel would exceed expectations.
Bang So-un smirked twistedly.
"On to the next."
The righteous female expert. Who should've slain the rapist. Now knelt meekly. No, fully prostrated, forehead smashed to the floor. A humiliating posture even parents wouldn't receive.
And that wasn't all. Her neatly worn martial robes were stripped and neatly folded beside her. Only her undergarments remained. Tits too massive for nipple piercers spilled out, crushed against the floor. Her plump ass overflowed the skimpy fabric, soft resilient flesh half-exposed. Gone was the lofty expert's dignity—only inevitable lewdness emanated.
...What the hell happened?
The answer came straight from the female expert's mouth.
"I-I lost....... Th-this lowly woman lost....... I-I couldn't do a thing and was utterly defeated....... Th-this lowly woman didn't know her place....... I-I had no idea you were so strong....... Y-yes...... J-just as you said, th-this lowly woman isn't even worth a single strike...... A-a worthless bitch pest...... H-hiiik......?! D-don't kill me! P-please don't kill me! Spare me! Spare me! Spare me! Spare me! Spare me!"