Interlude - A Day at Golden Dragon Battlefield (4): A Proud Female Expert Begs for Her Life
Begging for life from a proud female expert wasn't something you could see every day. Hell, how many people in the Murim had ever witnessed it? Knowing he was one of that tiny elite made Bang So-un's shoulders lift with pride. A delicious thrill stirred his cock.
Righteousness triumphs over evil? Sure, everyone hoped for that, but sometimes it was fine if the righteous got utterly crushed. Evil had to win occasionally to keep the world interesting. Bang So-un chuckled to himself.
He wasn't some rebel against the world by nature. It was just that female experts were almost always on the side of righteousness, so to ravage them at will, he had no choice but to stand with evil. From the start, there'd only been one path.
Not bad at all. No, it was fucking perfect. Why? Because living as some punk righteous hero from a minor faction meant a lifetime of boring, dutiful sex. You could never dream of the massive pleasure from crushing female experts underfoot, drowning in conquest and taboo ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Seo Yohyeon kept desperately pleading for her life.
"P-please, spare my life! J-just let me live, and I'll do a-anything! P-please! I-I really mean anything! I swear!"
Perfect lines, just as he'd implanted via suggestion. Hilarious. Even with her mind blanked by hypnosis, a single command made her body perform this humiliating act flawlessly. And without a stop order, it'd go on forever.
Bang So-un let out another delighted laugh.
"How's it coming, Milk-Cow Tit-Bitch?"
"About eighty percent done, Master."
"This ain't easy work."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Nah, it's fun enough."
Bang So-un looked down at Seo Yohyeon, prostrated flat in nothing but her crotch cloth. Back when he was a kid, female experts had seemed so towering. He was still young then, forced to crane his neck up at them. That height difference had symbolized the gulf between them—a third-rate escort agency's heir could never bridge it.
Now, that same expert groveled at the lowest point. Meanwhile, the third-rate heir looked down from the highest. Total reversal.
This was it.
"The difference in our eye levels."
Bang So-un murmured, drunk on victory. Immense satisfaction and conquest surged through him, sending electric chills across his body. His cock stood rigid in delight.
It had to. Nothing in the world topped the thrill of utterly dominating the very beings he'd once gazed up at in awe.
As if serving his triumph with her whole body, the female expert's humiliating pleas continued.
"H-heeek... P-please, d-don't kill me... Uh...? Sh-show the sincerity of a defeated bitch? Th-thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'll show the perfect sincerity of a defeated bitch right now!"
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un roared with laughter, savoring the sight. A righteous, majestic female expert slaying a fiend? Sure, that's what she showed the world. But before him?
Just a bitch. Stripped naked save for her crotch cloth, groveling flat and begging for mercy.
"I-I'll kneel! N-no, I'll slam my forehead to the ground and kowtow! Please enjoy the humiliating kowtow of a defeated bitch, fiend-sama!"
Calling a fiend she should rip apart "fiend-sama"? She was probably the only one in the world. And only two people could enjoy such madness. Bang So-un's smile deepened—one of those two.
"Oh, strip? H-heek... Y-yes, that's right... A defeated bitch has no right to wear a martial robe like a female expert... Uuuh... I'll st-strip right now... Heeek...? I'll strip fast! Swiftly and completely!"
Already stripped to her crotch cloth and prostrated. Her vivid performance was comical yet arousing, perfectly recapping the buildup.
Which made it a shame. Scenes this stimulating could only be captured in one frame.
"Well, maybe something better later."
Bang So-un muttered resignedly. He was satisfied enough now. With Artist Hwa-seon, one of the world's top painters, he could get hyper-realistic works. Her skill made even skin hairs and tiny wrinkles leap off the canvas. Imagining her paint a woman's body in full, ripe arousal? Eye candy supreme.
"Complete, Master."
Yang Yeon-hwi's report came right on cue. A smile curved Bang So-un's lips.
Two satisfying scenes captured. A majestic female expert swinging her sword to slay a fiend. That same expert, in just a crotch cloth, groveling and begging the fiend for life.
Just two paintings, yet insanely arousing. The power of contrast. Defying the world's "righteousness triumphs" cliché made it extra special.
Female expert wins? Boring cliché. A defeated expert's misery? Fresh, thrilling masterpiece.
Next up...
"Obviously this."
Bang So-un smirked. Third frame meant the main event. Tits and pussy, duh. Nothing else.
"Clear view?"
"Yes, perfect view, Master."
Yang Yeon-hwi replied. Of course. Legs splayed wide in a squat, fingers prying her pussy to its limits.
Hands meant for swords. Hands for swinging them. Now dedicated to spreading pussy lips wide.
Hands symbolized defense and resistance. Martial artists always minded their placement—hands on head or behind back signaled surrender.
But those hands on her pussy? Spreading it wide herself? No posture screamed "zero resistance" louder. Beyond opening the gates—it was stripping naked, flinging open the bedroom door, kneeling for judgment.
Spot on. Vital spots like head, throat, solar plexus exposed. Shameful tits and pussy helpless to touch, knead, pinch, or stab.
Proving it, Bang So-un's foot pressed her hefty white tits, toes pinching and toying the nipple. The erect bud clamped tight between them.
"Haha, whaddya think? Great scene, right?"
"Yes, truly great, Master."
She had to say that. But objectively? Prime material. A female expert baring her naked body to prove utter submission. Fiend reveling freely. How could it not be gold? First raw reveal of those titillating tits and pussy made it better.
And then...
"...Th-thank you so much for tormenting this defeated pussy-bitch's throbbing slutty red tit-studs with your toes... Master... This defeated pussy-bitch obeys, spreading her fuckable pussy to the ripping limit... Enjoy it fully... Master... Your toes on this defeated pussy-bitch's throbbing slutty red tit... stud..."
Seo Yohyeon muttered endlessly, eyes blankly vacant. Her title had shifted from "fiend-sama" to "Master." Plus vulgar self-debasement: slutty red tit-studs, fuckable pussy.
Music to Bang So-un's ears. Who wouldn't love this? Only eunuchs.
"Hahaha!"
He laughed heartily. Perfect scene, Slave Ledger material. Stimulating enough for endless thrills.
"Complete, Master."
"Good. Next."
Fourth? Obvious. Pounding.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ogohgohgohgoh!"
Seo Yohyeon wailed beastly moans, lost in ecstasy. As programmed. Bone-melting pleasure with every thrust.
Thwack! Thwack!
"Ahhaaaaaang! Eekeeeek!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Nghoooooot! Heeeeeeugh!"
Eyes rolled back white, thrashing in bliss. Her flushed face, normally poised, now a sloppy mess unimaginable. Pure orgasmic madness.
"Milk-Cow Tit-Bitch! Expression is everything! Capture every bit perfectly!"
Bang So-un commanded firmly.
"Yes, Master!"
Yang Yeon-hwi replied gravely.
"Good."
A female expert helpless on a man's cock, writhing in cock-induced insanity. Rare sight. Even common girls rarely came this hard from fucking—let alone experts? Impossible.
But he made it real. Virgins who'd never known orgasm? He could fuck them to near-death bliss. Toy with the majestic at will using just his dick.
This gem needed Artist Hwa-seon's brush. Doggy made faces easy to paint.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Bang So-un laughed loud, thrusting harder.
"Hahaha! Got it, you pussy-bitch? Experts or not, any bitch with a cunt goes feral bitch-in-heat the second this grandpa's cock slams in!"