Chapter 50: A New Conquest, A Night of Indulgence and Intrigue
Baek Jang-mi shrieked like a wild beast, the veins in her neck bulging with fury.
"What on earth is the meaning of this? A foreclosure notice?! Handing this mansion over to loan sharks? What kind of sick joke is this?!"
She glared at her butler, her entire body trembling with a violent, disbelieving rage.
Cowering under her murderous gaze, the butler shrank back and stammered in a trembling voice.
"W-well... it appears the late Duke Hwang Min-ho borrowed an astronomical sum from loan sharks to fund his gambling habits... He even went so far as to put this mansion up as collateral..."
The butler's voice trailed off as he nervously watched her reaction.
Overwhelmed by a wave of shock and betrayal, Baek Jang-mi stared blankly into space, muttering like someone who had lost her mind.
"That... that absolute lunatic..."
Before she could say another word, the sheer weight of the shock turned her vision black. Her mind went completely blank, and she collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
Panicking at the sight, the butler frantically called out to the servants.
"Quickly! Carry the Madam inside at once!"
At his sharp command, the servants rushed over, carefully lifting the limp body of Baek Jang-mi and hurrying her deep into the mansion.
Meanwhile, Alex watched the chaotic scene unfold with cold composure, a subtle, knowing smile playing across his lips.
Like a spectator watching an entertaining play, he licked his lips, realizing this disaster might very well turn out to be excellent news for Duke Baek Kang-ho.
Baek Kang-ho stood beneath the heavy torrent of the shower, but the icy water did nothing to cool the raging fire of his arousal.
He was utterly consumed by the memory of what he had done earlier that day—of how he had brutally violated Cheon Su-ryeon's exquisite body in the torture chamber.
Her flawless, perfect face; her voluptuous figure, as fresh as a newly blossomed flower; and the thrilling ecstasy of using cruel torture instruments to desecrate the most sacred, precious part of such a noble and pure woman—the memory clung to his mind like a drug.
As he recalled the sheer rapture that had surged through him every time his brutal whipping tore and split the tender flesh of Su-ryeon's thighs, his massive shaft swelled monstrously, hardening into a rigid erection.
The thick, engorged member throbbed with tension, its heavy veins pulsing like a silent, impending explosion, asserting its overwhelming presence.
Unable to contain his arousal, Kang-ho reached down with his thick hand, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and stroking himself with violent, rapid motions.
The cascading water washed over his imposing, muscular physique, his defined muscles flexing and rippling in sync with his frantic hand.
"Ah... Ah!"
His breathing grew heavy and beast-like, his strokes turning frenzied and wild. His fully engorged, crimson head glistened with a dark, seductive luster like a ripe pomegranate, the thick veins throbbing violently as if they were about to burst.
Finally, Kang-ho reached an uncontrollable climax.
"Ugh... Ah...!"
"Splurt! Spurt! Spluuurt!"
With a guttural, animalistic groan, his pent-up lust erupted. A massive torrent of thick, sticky semen shot from his colossal shaft, tracing white arcs through the air and splattering heavily against the shower wall.
Panting heavily, Kang-ho closed his eyes, trying to grasp the lingering image of Cheon Su-ryeon's beautiful, naked body.
Her most sacred place, swollen and red amidst her torn flesh; her face, twisted in a beautiful agony of pain and forced pleasure; her tear-streaked, pleading eyes... The thought of pinning her fragile body down, breathing his hot, beastly breath over her, and burying his rock-hard shaft deep into her innermost depths made him smile—a wicked, insidious grin worthy of a demon ruling over the world.
His bloodshot eyes gleamed with dark anticipation for the horrific, sweet pleasures yet to come.
After finishing his shower, Kang-ho swept his wet hair back, stepping out of the bathroom with his broad chest and thick, muscular arms fully exposed.
Exuding a raw, predatory aura, he was met by Alex, who had already returned to the mansion and was waiting for him. The butler stepped forward with a sly smile, offering his usual obsequious praise.
"My Lord, even fresh from the bath, your presence is utterly captivating. It is as if I am looking upon Poseidon, the god of the seas himself."
Not at all displeased by the blatant flattery, Kang-ho smirked and asked casually,
"Save your useless flattery. Did you escort Lady Baek Rose back to her estate safely?"
Alex's eyes gleamed with a sharp, meaningful light as he bowed.
"Yes, My Lord. She was returned to her mansion safely and without incident."
He hesitated for a brief second, his expression hardening into one of gravity before he spoke again.
"However... a rather grave matter has arisen."
Kang-ho stopped drying his wet hair with his towel. He locked his gaze onto Alex, his eyes narrowing like a predator that had just spotted intriguing prey.
"What is it?"
Without further delay, Alex delivered the shocking news.
"It is regarding Duke Hwang Min-ho, Duke Na Tae-man, and Duke Min Baek-su. They were ambushed by the Revolutionary Army during their provincial inspection... and all of them have been killed."
The warmth drained from Kang-ho’s eyes instantly. His face hardened, and a suffocating, icy tension filled the room.
"Killed by the Revolutionary Army?"
His expression betrayed something far deeper than mere surprise; an ominous shadow crossed his face, as if recalling a long-standing, bitter feud. In truth, a monumental event that had once shaken the entire kingdom connected Baek Kang-ho to the rebels.
It was because of that very event that Duke Cheon Tae-hyeon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, had failed in his rebellion and ultimately met his end on the executioner's scaffold.
Much later, Cheon Su-ryeon would come face-to-face with the hidden truth of this tragedy. She would discover the shocking reason why the flag of the Revolutionary Army was kept in Duke Baek Kang-ho's underground vault...
As Kang-ho processed Alex's report, his frozen features contorted with a deep, burning rage, and a terrifying, murderous aura bled into the air.
"Hwang Min-ho, Na Tae-man, Min Baek-su... those utter fools, all taken down at once by the rebels. It is obvious what comes next. Their blades will be aimed at my throat."
A faint trace of unease rippled beneath his fury. But as Alex continued, a cold, calculating smirk crept back onto Kang-ho's face, replacing his anger with a dark excitement.
"Also... on my way back from escorting Lady Baek Rose, I spotted a suspicious black van heading toward your estate, My Lord. Remembering the report that the vehicle used in Cheon Su-ryeon's brief abduction was a black van... I could not help but wonder if it belongs to the Revolutionary Army."
"What? The license plate! Did you get the number?"
Meeting his master's expectations like a loyal hound, Alex replied with absolute confidence.
"Yes, My Lord. I memorized it perfectly. The plate number is 0000."
Kang-ho's lips twisted into a cruel, predatory sneer.
Those filthy rats... My instincts were correct. I knew they would linger around wherever Cheon Su-ryeon was kept. But we might catch their tails much sooner than I anticipated.
He turned to Alex, his voice dripping with cold, ruthless authority.
"Alex, mobilize our men immediately and have them stake out the perimeter of the estate. The moment that black van reappears, tail them discreetly. Do not let them notice you, and find their hideout. They will definitely return. They will do whatever it takes to rescue Cheon Su-ryeon..."
Smiling like a demon freshly ascended from the depths of Hell, Kang-ho practically tasted the bloody storm that was about to unfold.
"There is one more thing to report, My Lord."
Kang-ho raised an eyebrow.
"What else?"
Alex slowly curled his lips into a sly, knowing grin, like a man about to share a delicious piece of gossip.
"It seems the late Duke Hwang Min-ho amassed an astronomical debt with notorious loan sharks before his demise. His mansion was put up as collateral, and it is now on the verge of being seized."
Kang-ho's eyes gleamed with renewed interest at this unexpected turn of events.
"What?"
Emboldened by his master's reaction, Alex leaned in, his voice dropping to a slithering, snake-like whisper.
"Lady Baek Rose has lost both her husband and her home. You know better than anyone, My Lord, what becomes of a widow in high society once she is stripped of her status. She is utterly ruined."
Kang-ho stroked his chin, falling into deep thought.
A cold calculation mingled with dark desire in his eyes. Sensing that his master was receptive, Alex pushed further, his prompting becoming more explicit.
"If you seize this golden opportunity to claim Lady Baek Rose, the renowned 'Goddess of the Continent,' you will become the ultimate conqueror, My Lord—possessing both Cheon Su-ryeon and Lady Baek Rose. Two incomparable women, entirely yours. Hehehe..."
Contrary to Alex's expectations, however, Kang-ho shot him a freezing glare, his voice dropping to a commanding, dangerous register.
"Alex. I suggest you watch that filthy mouth of yours."
Startled by the cold reprimand when he had expected praise, the butler quickly bowed his head in contrition.
"Forgive me, My Lord. I overstepped my bounds..."
But then, a wicked smile slowly spread across Kang-ho's face as he murmured to himself.
"And yet... you are not entirely wrong..."
Alex immediately brightened up, resuming his sycophantic tone.
"Indeed, My Lord! Who else but you could possibly dare to claim Lady Baek Rose!"
Satisfied with the butler's flattery, Kang-ho gave a slow, ominous nod.
"I shall pay my respects at her estate tomorrow. Make the necessary arrangements."
Unable to conceal his triumphant grin, Alex bowed deeply.
"Yes, My Lord. I shall have everything prepared."
Thinking of Lady Baek Rose standing on the precipice of ruin, Kang-ho was seized by a depraved, possessive lust. He would make her his woman, his plaything, and dominate her utterly.
At the same time, a horrific trap born of his cruel cunning was slowly tightening around the Revolutionary Army.
Feeling his desire for conquest burn hot against the cool night air, Kang-ho smiled, certain that every piece of the puzzle was falling perfectly into his grasp.
And so, as the dark night deepened with a toxic brew of conspiracy and lust, a heavy, suffocating tension—like the calm before a bloody storm—settled over the grand estate.
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