episode_0079

The curse held many meanings within it.

The well-known Bang Soo-woon, known as the rising star Derilsawi and the Tangara of the Hangju, was nothing more than a fallen tiger.

However, the face revealed to the public was merely a facade.

The current appearance of Bang Soo-woon was the embodiment of evil itself.

Not only that, but he was a notorious villain who treated even the elite high school students like livestock.

Evil Bulpum was not a saint.

But even he could clearly sense it.

That human should not exist in this world.

The great tragedy that would engulf the martial arts world felt imminent to Evil Bulpum.

“Haha, what are you doing? Good question. You’ll see, I’ll be the master of the martial arts world.”

Bang Soo-woon replied mockingly.

But Evil Bulpum realized that it was not just a simple mockery.

It was sincere.

That villain was genuinely thinking such thoughts.

“You’re insane. That thought will only hasten your demise.”

The martial arts world is vast.

No matter how evil, no villain can rule over the martial arts world.

Waiting for such a villain is only death.

Even the most feared and ruthless killer in history, Hyulma, eventually met a tragic end at the hands of the entire martial arts world.

This is the martial arts world.

That villain had boldly declared to rule over such a world.

“I see it very negatively. Well, you might think so. But you know, becoming the master of your wife, who draws so well, is quite simple, isn’t it?”

Bang Soo-woon smirked.

Soon, a fierce reaction erupted.

“You bastard! What did you do to that person!”

“Why are you so surprised? Weren’t you prepared for it when you were poisoned? That your wife might betray you.”

A statement that pierced the heart like an arrow.

What was even more tragic was that the statement could not be denied.

When Evil Bulpum was poisoned, he realized something.

That his wife might be involved in this malicious scheme.

But he couldn’t admit it.

He simply couldn’t admit it.

Because she had been his companion through thick and thin for so long.

“That’s impossible!”

Evil Bulpum shouted as if spitting out blood.

No, blood actually flowed.

Perhaps the outburst of anger made his injuries worse, as bright red streaks flowed from his mouth.

“Haha, of course, a husband should react that way. Understand. So let me kindly show you. Whether I am the master of your wife or not.”

Bang Soo-woon clapped his hands.

“Send her away, Jang Il.”

“Yes, sir.”

Soon, a woman walked towards Bang Soo-woon and Evil Bulpum.

But her steps seemed to lack any strength.

Her arms hung limply by her sides.

Walking as if afflicted by a strange illness, as soon as Evil Bulpum saw her back, he shouted.

“Wife!”

The woman was none other than Hwaseon Yang Yeon-hwi.

“No, no. This is not how it should be.”

Bang Soo-woon smiled and turned Yang Yeon-hwi’s body around to face Evil Bulpum.

Facing him directly.

“W-wife!”

Evil Bulpum’s voice trembled.

Because he was checking on Yang Yeon-hwi’s condition.

Eyes that seemed devoid of emotion, unlike usual.

Lips slack and devoid of strength.

Arms hanging limply by her sides.

She looked like a lifeless doll, which contrasted starkly with her usual neatly dressed appearance.

“Ugh, how dare you! What have you done!”

Evil Bulpum bit his lip in frustration.

She looked similar to those who had been affected by substances that altered the mind.

The fact that such substances were used on his wife filled him with uncontrollable rage.

However, Bang So-un smiled mysteriously without answering and clapped her hands once again.

At that moment.

“Huh?”

Yang Yeon-hwi’s expression quickly returned to normal.

She blinked her eyes rapidly as the light returned to them.

Then, she spotted Akbulbeom and rushed towards him.

“Sa, Sang-gong!”

Yang Yeon-hwi’s face turned pale as she quickly realized that Akbulbeom was not in good condition.

Her hands trembled as she touched Akbulbeom’s body.

“W-what a tragic sight…”

Her voice was filled with emotion.

“Madam, have you come to your senses?”

A small sense of relief appeared in Akbulbeom’s surprised eyes.

“What? What do you mean… more importantly, we need to get you to the doctor quickly…”

“It’s no use. Geumryongjangju was evil, and Goeui was on his side.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Yeon-hwi finally understood the situation.

She bit her lip and stood up resolutely.

Her determination was not something that a woman without martial arts skills could possess.

Was the resolute will of a wife for her husband in danger really that remarkable?

“Geumryongjangju, there is no such law in this world. Persecuting a patient with an incurable wound like this. Even a child on the street would criticize such anger.”

Yang Yeon-hwi protested with a more clear and composed voice than ever before.

Bang So-un’s face was unexpectedly surprised.

Was there such a side to Hwasun?

“Hmm, it’s not a completely righteous act.”

Bang So-un seemed to agree with Hwasun’s words for some reason.

“If you understand that, then please show some generosity.”

“Generosity for someone who holds a grudge?”

“After all, Sang-gong will not live long. Even if a woman who knows how to draw has a grudge, can she dream of revenge?”

“Hmm.”

“Is it a heartfelt wish?”

Bang So-un interrupted, smiling slightly.

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s fine.”

At that response, a glimmer of hope appeared in Yang Yeon-hwi’s eyes.

Akbulbeom also looked surprised.

“If you win a single bet, I will let you go gracefully.”

There was a condition after all.

Yang Yeon-hwi asked, slightly furrowing her brows.

“What is the bet?”

“If within a certain period, you call me your master and expose yourself, it’s my win. Otherwise, it’s your win.”

Yang Yeon-hwi’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper at the vulgar word referring to female genitalia, but she suppressed her emotions.

It was a rude and outrageous bet, but it turned out to be a good thing.

It was a bet she could definitely win.

She would never call herself a master or expose herself.

“Alright. Let’s make the bet.”

Yang Yeon-hwi said calmly.

Bang So-un chuckled.

“Then, as the one who generously proposed the bet, kneel down and thank me.”

What nonsense…

That’s what Yang Yeon-hwi thought.

Her knees bent involuntarily.

Thud!

Her knees, which had never knelt except in front of her parents and husband, fell to the ground.

And then.

“Thank you.”

She opened her mouth on her own and replied.

What is this…?!

Yang Yeon-hwi’s bewildered eyes shook violently.

Akbulbeom was also taken aback.

“Madam!”

The wife who was more confident than anyone else in front of the enemy just a while ago.

But why did she suddenly act like this…?

“Oh, that’s not enough. Put your forehead on the ground and thank me.”

Thud!

Yang Yeon-hwi pressed her forehead shamefully against the ground.

“Thank you.”

Oh no, this is not right!

Although Yang Yeon-hwi screamed inwardly, her mouth spoke different words on its own.

“It seems like your posture is a bit off. Stick your buttocks up.”

Yang Yeon-hwi’s buttocks rose up obediently.

The modest lady’s posture was extremely embarrassing to be in.

Wha- why…?!

Yang Yeon-hwi seemed on the verge of losing his mind from the shock.

But his consciousness was clear.

“It’s basic courtesy to always repeat and move according to orders.”

“Yes, I will repeat.”

The words came out on their own again.

Yang Yeon-hwi’s body trembled.

He wanted to immediately release himself from this humiliating posture and stand up, but his body didn’t move at all.

“You’re lacking. Always attach ‘master’ at the end.”

“Yes, I will always attach ‘master’ at the end.”

Th-this…!

Yang Yeon-hwi felt like he was going to faint at the words that came out of his own mouth.

It was one of the contents of the bet.

Absolutely not.

Not this.

“Hmm, fine. Now get up.”

No, I can’t!

Absolutely not!

“Yes, I will get up, master.”

But as if mocking Yang Yeon-hwi’s will, she faithfully repeated the command, even adding the absolute honorific ‘master’ at the end.

“M-m-mistress! You evil wench!”

Another streak of blood ran down the evil woman’s mouth.

The mental shock worsened the injury.

Regardless, Bang So-un continued to taunt Yang Yeon-hwi.

Making him take off his top and jump in place, causing his large breasts to bounce vigorously, or making him take off his pants and make his bare buttocks jiggle like crazy.

Yang Yeon-hwi’s face turned pale.

Cold sweat dripped down his whole body.

Yet he had no choice but to faithfully follow Bang So-un’s orders.

“Master, it’s almost time to finish.”

Jang-il informed the time.

Finally, Bang So-un’s taunting stopped.

Yang Yeon-hwi was now only dressed in one place below.

A small area of crimson below.

There weren’t many places to cover.

The pubic hair was covered, but some strands peeked out, and there were more places that couldn’t be covered than could be covered by the large buttocks.

It was an unmistakably obscene appearance.

Staring at that sight with a lewd gaze, Bang So-un spoke.

“Hey, mistress. Do you still think you can win this bet?”

Somehow, she could answer that question.

“Of course. The will of a human cannot be broken by wicked sorcery!”

Yang Yeon-hwi shouted with all the remaining strength she had.

She still believed.

In the power of human will.

Sorcery may torment humans, but it cannot break their will.

Never.

Yang Yeon-hwi bit her lip until blood flowed, concentrating all her mind on resisting.

‘I will never break!’

A determined gaze burning with resolve.

Looking at that gaze as if it were amusing, Bang So-un casually said.

“Spread it. Don’t just spread it, but spread it as wide as possible before it tears. Show me clearly how big your pussy is about to tear apart.”