Chapter 697: Tang Jin-seol, You Bitch!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 697: Tang Jin-seol, You Bitch!
"If the Cheonmu Alliance Leader personally kowtows and apologizes on the floor, I will consider the alliance termination void."
Sun-woo continued, his voice ringing out like a formal proclamation.
"Wh-what did you say!?"
Tang Jin-seol asked back, her expression frozen in bewilderment. She wondered if she had somehow misheard him.
"Husband and wife are one in spirit and body. It is only natural that your husband should take responsibility for your mistakes."
Sun-woo spoke with a firm, resolute expression.
Of course, it was utter bullshit.
In reality, it was nothing more than a scheme to screw Tang Jin-seol over—to make her life just a little more miserable.
"That... that’s impossible!" Tang Jin-seol immediately protested. "There is no way he would agree to such a condition!"
If there was one man in the Murim whose pride could be called the greatest under heaven, it was Lee Jae-won. There was no way such a man would kowtow and apologize before Tang Jin-cheol. It was unthinkable.
"Is that not your problem to solve?"
Sun-woo let out a cold smile. Whether Lee Jae-won actually kowtowed or not didn't matter to him in the slightest. Either way, the one who would suffer was Tang Jin-seol.
"Please... I beg of you... have mercy..."
Tang Jin-seol began to plead, her eyes welling with tears. she begged him to show some compassion.
"Denied."
But Sun-woo rejected her plea instantly, without a shred of hesitation. He saw no reason to retract his demand. From Sun-woo’s perspective, it was a win-win situation regardless of whether Lee Jae-won put his head to the floor.
If he kowtowed, it would be hilarious to see Lee Jae-won humiliated like that. If he didn't, the alliance would be scrapped, and Tang Jin-seol would be the one to suffer the consequences. No matter what choice was made, the outcome would be entertaining.
So why on earth would he cancel it?
Do I look like I've lost my mind?
Sun-woo mocked her inwardly. If it had been the real Tang Jin-cheol, he might have felt some pity for his sister and refrained from such harsh treatment. After all, if she were held responsible for the alliance's collapse, both she and her daughter, Lee Hyun-kyung, would likely be beaten and cast out.
But I’m Jang Sun-woo.
The problem was that his true identity was Jang Sun-woo, not Tang Jin-cheol. That was why he could be so firm, so cold-blooded, and so cruel. He didn't care if Tang Jin-seol was beaten to a pulp. In fact, he hoped for it. He wanted to see her fall into the depths of despair.
"Clan Head... no... Brother... please..."
Tang Jin-seol began to lean on their sibling bond, hoping for mercy based on blood relations.
"There will be no reversal."
Sun-woo cut her off again, his voice sharp. He made it clear there was no room for reconsideration.
"Furthermore, I have nothing more to say to you."
Sun-woo looked at her with a face as cold as a bitter northern wind.
"Now, leave."
He immediately issued an expulsion order, as if he couldn't stand to look at her face for another second. Tang Jin-seol’s complexion turned pale.
"Bro... Brother..." she stammered, her voice thick with tears.
"If you do not leave this instant, I will terminate the alliance right here and now."
Sun-woo began to growl at her. Her constant whimpering was starting to get on his nerves.
Tang Jin-seol raised her head to face Sun-woo. She stared at him with eyes brimming with tears. Sun-woo met her gaze with a dry, hard stare, completely devoid of emotion.
After a long, tense silence...
Rustle.
Tang Jin-seol slowly began to rise from her seat.
"......I shall take my leave."
She spoke weakly, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Step. Step. Step.
She walked slowly toward the exit. She had given up, realizing there was no hope left. Sun-woo simply watched her retreating back in silence, feeling absolutely nothing. Soon, she vanished completely from his sight.
Grin.
Once she was gone, a deep smile spread across Sun-woo’s lips. He was already imagining the delightful chaos that was about to unfold.
Let’s see how you handle this, Tang Jin-seol.
Sun-woo’s eyes began to sparkle like starlight.
*
Jinan, Hwacheon Pavilion
Four courtesans were playing the pipa and the zither, livening up the atmosphere in the room. A middle-aged man with a sour, unpleasant face sat in the seat of honor, listening to their performance with a stoic expression.
Trickle.
A courtesan sitting beside him began to fill his cup with liquor.
Gulp.
As soon as the cup was full, the man drained it in one go.
"The liquor tastes good," he remarked in a calm tone.
"I am glad it is to your liking," the courtesan replied with an alluring smile. "Let me pour you another."
She reached for the bottle again.
"No, this is enough," the man said, raising a hand to stop her.
"Has the alcohol already gone to your head?"
"No, I simply want to eat something other than liquor now."
The man spoke with a lecherous grin.
"..........I understand. I shall dismiss the girls."
The woman, realizing his intention, spoke slowly. It seemed she would have to serve him in bed tonight.
"No, you are the only one who needs to leave."
"Pardon?"
"I’m going to sleep with those girls over there."
The man pointed toward the courtesans holding the instruments.
"Great Hero, those girls do not sell their bodies."
The courtesan spoke with a troubled expression. Courtesans were generally divided into two types: Honggi, who sold both their smiles and their bodies, and Cheonggi, who sold only their artistic skills. The girls playing the instruments were Cheonggi. They were not prostitutes.
"A courtesan who doesn't sell her body? Even a passing dog would laugh at that."
The man looked at her as if she were being ridiculous.
"I’ll pay more, so stop playing hard to get and come to me."
"It is not a matter of money. Those girls truly..."
"Enough! How dare a whore claim she won't sell her body? You should be looking for any chance to sell that pussy and make a profit!"
The man roared in anger, losing his temper. He stood up immediately, seemingly intent on approaching the Cheonggi.
"I... I will satisfy you... please... just leave those girls alone..."
The courtesan hurried to block his path, pleading with him. They were innocent girls who had never known a man. She couldn't let them be defiled like this.
"Move. How dare a non-virgin whore like you stand in my way!"
The man’s face contorted in a scowl. The thought of a "loose-pussy" slut blocking him made his irritation soar.
"Please... I beg of you."
The woman continued to plead. Seeing her cry only annoyed the man further.
Slap!
He struck her across the face without mercy.
Crack!
The courtesan’s neck snapped instantly.
Thud.
She collapsed to the floor, dead on the spot.
"Kyaaaaah!"
As she fell, the Cheonggi began to scream in terror. They were traumatized by the sudden death of the woman they had looked up to like an older sister.
"Shut up, or I’ll make you look just like her."
The man pointed at the dead courtesan with the twisted neck.
"Mmph!"
"Hic!"
The girls quickly covered their mouths. They could tell he was dead serious.
"Good. Now, those who fit what I’m about to ask, raise your hand."
The man spoke with a satisfied expression.
"Anyone who has experience with a man. Raise your hand."
He looked at the Cheonggi. One of them slowly raised her hand.
"Goodbye."
Whoosh!
The man swung his fist immediately.
Crunch!
A blast of fist wind shot out, instantly exploding the head of the girl who had raised her hand.
"Non-virgins are disgusting."
The man spoke with a look of pure loathing. He then turned his gaze to the three remaining women.
"So, you three are virgins, then?"
A thick, predatory smile began to form on his lips.
Tremble, tremble.
Facing that smile, the three women began to shake like aspen leaves.
"Hehehe... today, this big brother will help you lose those virgin tags."
The man let out a lecherous chuckle. The women’s faces turned deathly pale.
"Come here."
The man made a gentle beckoning motion. One of the trembling Cheonggi was pulled toward him as if by an invisible force, despite him only waving his hand.
"Let’s see how ripe you are, shall we?"
The man’s eyes gleamed with lust. He intended to enjoy a feast of virgins in this earthly paradise. The smile on his face grew even wider.
*
"Fire!"
"Hwacheon Pavilion is on fire!"
A massive fire began to engulf Hwacheon Pavilion, looking as if a great fire dragon had made its nest there. People scrambled to put out the flames, throwing water and sand. But it was useless. Once the fire had taken hold, it was impossible to control.
"It’s burning nicely."
Meanwhile, there was one man watching the pavilion burn with a relaxed expression. It was the middle-aged man who had raped the Cheonggi inside. He watched the fire with a deep smile, as if he were watching something entertaining.
After watching the blaze for a while, the man grabbed his chin.
Riiip!
He tore off his face without hesitation. The sour-faced middle-aged man was replaced by a man with a more dignified, mature appearance.
"Feels like I can finally breathe now that I've oiled my cock a bit. Fuck."
The dignified-looking man, Lee Jae-won, muttered to himself with a playful smirk. He felt refreshed after finally clearing out the "grime" from his rod.
I should do this more often.
Addicted to that feeling of refreshment, Lee Jae-won made a mental note to do it again soon. Having made his decision, he began to walk toward his home, the Cheonmu Alliance.
*
Thud.
Having used his stealth techniques to the fullest to return to his office, Lee Jae-won sat down. He propped his legs up on the desk and leaned back with one arm behind his head, grinning like an idiot. He couldn't forget the sensation of breaking those hymens.
As expected, women have to be virgins.
Lee Jae-won began to chuckle unpleasantly. After a while...
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door.
Slide.
Lee Jae-won immediately took his legs off the desk. He assumed a dignified posture and pretended to review documents. To anyone looking, he appeared to be the picture of a hardworking Alliance Leader.
"Who is it?" he asked, his voice full of gravity.
"It... it is I! Zhuge Chan!"
The urgent voice of Zhuge Chan, the Chief Strategist of the Cheonmu Alliance, came through the door.
"Enter."
Lee Jae-won immediately granted him permission.
Bang!
As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhuge Chan burst into the room.
"What is the matter?" Lee Jae-won asked, looking bored.
"Something... something terrible has happened!" Zhuge Chan shouted breathlessly.
"What is it?"
"A letter has arrived from the Tang Clan stating they are terminating their cooperation with the Cheonmu Alliance!"
"Wh-what?"
Lee Jae-won asked back, his face contorted in bewilderment. What kind of nonsense was this? The Tang Clan was ending the alliance? They were his in-laws. It was his wife’s home clan. How could they stab him in the back like this? It made no sense.
"Pl-please read this letter first!"
Seeing that Lee Jae-won didn't believe him, Zhuge Chan hurriedly handed him the letter he had been carrying.
".........."
Lee Jae-won took the letter and began to read it carefully, his expression growing grim. After a few moments...
"THAT DAMN BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Lee Jae-won let out a roar of pure rage. He didn't care that Zhuge Chan was standing right in front of him. He felt that venting his anger was far better for his mental health than maintaining decorum.
Tang Jin-seol, you bitch! What the hell have you been doing?!
Irritation flared in Lee Jae-won’s eyes.
