Ruins (5)

61. Ruins (5)

Just like Ban Ho-jeong, I was now spending half my days at the White Tiger Sect. If I was supposedly in love, I obviously should have been spending my time with a woman, but men were still more comfortable for thoughtless play. Pitch-pot. Go. A ball game similar to football. The White Tiger Sect, really, was nothing but a bunch of immature fools when gathered together. The reason they felt comfortable to me was likely because behind my own responsibilities as the eldest son of the Baek Clan and a Daoist of the Yeongsan Sect, an immature man's heart lay perfectly intact.

"But you lot. You've quit being bandits now, so what's your plan to make a living?"

"Well? Banmae will figure out that complicated stuff for us, I reckon."

White Tiger Sect Leader Byeokgeum wore a truly carefree expression as he drank straight from a huge wine jar. Yeongsan Sect had only six members, so if things became desperate, I could wheedle the Baek Clan Estate into buying us a sack of rice or earn a little money by performing ancestral rites. Besides, we currently had the enormous sum of a thousand taels of gold set aside. I had no idea how much the White Tiger Sect had saved, but it didn't look like much, yet these bastards held drinking parties every day. On top of that...

"Hey. Your mountain strongholds. Haven't they increased?"

"Ah. About that. It seems our fame remains, because a few louts from the surrounding bandits have joined the White Tiger Sect. We count about forty of them now."

A dizzying story. I could almost hear Ban Ho-jeong's silent scream from here. The forty thieves in the Arabian Nights at least had a voice-recognition automatic door lock and a mountain of treasure. What the hell are you people thinking?

"Hyung. May I ask you one thing?"

"What? I'm not lending you money."

"Aish. It's not that. I told you Banmae would handle that.

"There's something I'm curious about, hyung. Is one of your Senior Sisters actually my sister-in-law? Seeing how you won't lay a finger on Banmae or that woman from the Seven Fingers Sect, it seems there must be someone special..."

No. You should be more curious about how you're going to survive than another man's women!

"It could be just one person, or it could be all of them."

Ban Ho-jeong, who had just returned, answered in a murmur.

"All of them? Aish. Even if it's you, hyung, that can't be true."

Once in a while, Byeok-geum acted like a person with common sense. Naturally, it wasn't all of them. Not with Cho-ryeong around, for a start.

"Why not? Reverend Yeongmok is a truly wonderful man, you know?"

I'd received an unexpectedly high evaluation even from Murong Jin of the Murong Clan, and now I was getting a high evaluation as a man from Ban Ho-jeong too. Though she'd ignored me in the past. The First Stage effect of the Yin Blossom Art. The ability to subtly exude a strange sexual allure to the opposite sex might be something like this. Perhaps thanks to that effect, even Murong Rin, whom I'd known for over ten years, might have seen me as a man.

"And Jang Ui and Son Il once got into the hot spring together, and they swear his penis was thicker than my forearm."

"R... Really? Is that true? Hyung?"

Byeok-geum's eyes went round as he asked me. Why were these bastards talking about my cock right in front of me?

"Why do you want to know? Are you one of those men who like men too? You bastard, was that why you kept calling me hyung and sidling up to me all this time?"

"No! What are you talking about, saying I like men?! I cannot let that pass."

"What if you can't tolerate it?"

"I'll show you myself. I will clearly show you how I handle women."

No!! Show me what?

"That's a good idea. Let's show Reverend Yeongmok just how useful we are."

Now Ban Ho-jeong also spoke boldly, her face full of pride. No. What the hell did your having sex have to do with being useful? Byeok-geum stood from his seat and strode into a small hut. Watching him, Ban Ho-jeong gathered up the wine jar we had been drinking from and led me to that hut.

Ah... so this was it. When I entered the hut, I could finally grasp what their bullshit had been about.

They were raising livestock inside the hut. Livestock that licked food from a plate on the floor using only its tongue, unable to use its hands. Like proper livestock, its neck was fitted with a dog leash fastened to one wall, and it had forgotten human speech, barking at us as we arrived.

"Woo... woof!"

Its skin, once smooth from being raised in luxury, had turned rough and dry, and whatever had happened over those few days, its nipples were stretched out long, and bruises covered it here and there.

"How is it? Did I handle the task you assigned to your satisfaction? Surely seeing this hasn't made your heart weaken?"

Ban Ho-jeong asked, her tone slightly provocative.

"As if. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Me. I'm from the Baek Clan Estate, you know. I've seen sights like this until I was sick of them."

"I've thought this for a long time, but the Baek Clan Estate truly is a place much like the Green Forest."

Laughing quietly, Ban Ho-jeong slowly approached Cheon Myeong-hwa.

"You've finally become proper livestock. Now you drink water like a dog even when nobody's watching, and you even know how to greet like livestock."

"Woo... woof!"

"Good job. As long as you keep this up, I'll raise you well for a long, long time. Now. Spread your cunt."

At those words, she lay down showing her stomach, displaying her cunt to us. Ban Ho-jeong picked up a large wooden dildo nearby and shoved it into her genitals.

"Woo... WOOOF!!!"

I was not a woman, but the look on her face made it easy to imagine how painful it was to have rough wood—not plastic or silicone—shoved into a dry cunt without any lubrication.

"Since you listened well today, I'll only do exactly three times."

With those words, Ban Ho-jeong kicked the wooden dildo embedded inside her with a huge motion, nearly like a football shot.

"Guaaa... Keee-yaaak!!!!"

It went without saying for men, but the groin is an extremely painful place for women too. Amid the scream that burst out, Ban Ho-jeong looked down at Cheon Myeong-hwa with a sadistic expression.

"Huh? Did I mishear? Since when does a dog bark like that?"

"Woo... woof! Woof!!"

"Right? I just misheard, didn't I?"

With those words, Ban Ho-jeong kicked the wooden dildo once again. This time, Cheon Myeong-hwa released no barking sound, no scream, no sound at all, just gritting her teeth and enduring. And the third kick followed. When Cheon Myeong-hwa barely endured the final agony, nearly foaming at the mouth, Ban Ho-jeong tenderly stroked her head.

"Good job. As a reward, I'll mix a few acorns into your feed today. But you. You've gotten a little uglier than when you first came. You used to be prettier than me. Enough to seduce even that Heuk Cheon-gyeon.

"Don't worry. I'll make you pretty again."

With those words, Ban Ho-jeong violently yanked out a few strands of Cheon Myeong-hwa's long hair. She then did something I would never even dare to imagine.

She threaded the hair into a needle and began embroidering splendid floral patterns onto Cheon Myeong-hwa's body like a tattoo. Every stitch, every time the needle pierced in, screams echoed through the small hut. As if the sounds were a little too noisy, Ban Ho-jeong gagged her with the rag from the floor and then attempted to resume her work.

"W... wait a moment!"

It came to me in that instant. This was the timing.

"Why? Does the Baek Clan Estate gently embrace captured prisoners like they're their wives?"

The notoriety of the Baek Clan Estate among the surrounding unorthodox sects was so tiresome to recount that it wasn't even worth mentioning. But for unorthodox women with beauty, its notoriety was on an entirely different level. It was entirely possible that the women who had become my father's livestock in the Baek Clan Estate's prison were acquaintances of Ban Ho-jeong's. Ban Ho-jeong usually treated me with full courtesy, but perhaps due to some subconscious animosity toward the Baek Clan Estate, she had been speaking to me with a provocative edge from the start.

That didn't matter. We were no longer the Baek Clan Estate and bandits, and as she said, these people were truly useful.

I took the pebbles from my pocket and selected the one containing Moon Immortal. Then I transferred that bitch's soul into Cheon Myeong-hwa. The improved Spirit-Binding Art had worked. I could now place a spirit inside another person's body just as I could house one in an object with the Spirit Vessel Art. Moon Immortal was trapped inside Cheon Myeong-hwa's body in an instant. She thrashed in panic, but a rag gagged her mouth, her dantian had already been destroyed, and the meridians in her wrists and ankles had long since been severed. Cheon Myeong-hwa's body had also been weakened to its limit.

Moon Immortal or not, the most she could do was thrash her body around.

"Don't move. I'm trying to make you look pretty right now, aren't I? In needlework skills alone, I'm confident against anyone under heaven."

Even under Ban Ho-jeong's cold words, she thrashed with a gaze steeped in terrible chill. Naturally, Ban Ho-jeong's palm set fire to that cheek.

"Strange? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Was the training done wrong?"

Cheon Myeong-hwa's eyes blazed. I didn't possess the Mind-Reading Art, but her meaning—How dare you?—came through perfectly clearly.

"You. This won't do, will it?"

Ban Ho-jeong pressed Cheon Myeong-hwa's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠acupoint and delivered dozens of slaps. Her wrists were slender, but she was a Green Forest bandit. With the power of her formidable external arts, she turned Cheon Myeong-hwa's face into a bloody rag in an instant.

Moon Immortal. A legendary master of the previous generation. She who had endured ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠countless battles. But had she ever been so helplessly and thoroughly violated like this? At the hands of a young female mountain bandit who knew nothing of the circumstances, her venom gradually subsided, and tears streamed from her reddened eyes. Her fury had already transformed into agony.

"Wow. The look in your eyes is no joke. I thought you were going to kill someone. But why have your eyes gone so docile again now? Try again? Give me that glare one more time?"

Gagged, Cheon Myeong-hwa could not answer. Without tiring, Ban Ho-jeong simply kept landing slaps in silence.

In the end, legendary master or whatever bullshit, before the hands of an ignorant bitch, you had no choice but to become meek.

Only then did Ban Ho-jeong resume the embroidery from earlier. As if her proud claim of needlework skills was truly no lie, a beautiful flower bloomed upon her white belly in an instant. The thread was her own hair. Because a whole fistful of hair had been yanked out for the embroidery, her already ugly appearance became even more hideous.

"A little better. Now then, should we inspect the cunt once more today? I wonder if that great cunt hole meant to seize the world through Heuk Cheon-gyeon is doing well today?"

There was no way it was in proper shape. It was a hole that had been gang-raped by dozens of men and toyed with like a toy using a massive wooden dildo just moments before. The hole had already lost even the elasticity to tighten shut. Ban Ho-jeong frowned briefly and asked Byeok-geum, who had been enjoying the spectacle.

"Chief. No, Sect Leader. What should I do? It's too stretched out. I feel like nothing would be felt no matter what we put in."

"No choice. Beat the bitch a few times and it tightens right up."

Byeok-geum answered indifferently.

"You should have handled her carefully. Honestly, the White Tiger Sect's household can't manage anything without me, you know? Since it's gaped open, I'll sew it up for you."

And then she grabbed the stretched labia and began piercing the needle in. Cheon Myeong-hwa, the owner of the body, and Moon Immortal, who shared her senses, both now wore faces terrified by the inescapable agony.

Yeah. That face was what I had wanted. Cheon Myeong-hwa and Moon Immortal too.

Ban Ho-jeong truly was useful.

"There. I've sewn it up. I've made it as tight as a virgin's, so now prove the Sect Leader's masculinity to Reverend Yeongmok."

Having finally completed the work, she returned to us. Byeok-geum removed his pants and roughly shoved his thick penis into Cheon Myeong-hwa's cunt.

In the twenty-first century, there existed a simple procedure called perineorrhaphy. A surgery that neatly sutured the vaginal opening of a woman torn by childbirth. Ban Ho-jeong's needlework was indeed very similar, but perineorrhaphy was a procedure performed after first cleanly cutting the perineum with a scalpel before the vaginal opening stretched and tore during birth. Skin that had become ragged and stretched out like that could never be sealed with just a few stitches.

As Byeok-geum's cock entered, the sutures, unable to withstand the pressure, began to tear. Human hair was, surprisingly, an incredibly sturdy material. What tore apart, unable to withstand the pressure, was not the hair but her skin. Torn by the thin strands of hair, her most treasured genitals were accepting the man while bleeding as if she were a virgin.

A vicious and horrifying torture that only Ban Ho-jeong could perform, because she was a woman herself and a master of needlework. Now the expression in Cheon Myeong-hwa's eyes screamed not with fury or agony, but simply, 'Please let me live, please forgive me.'