episode_0272

The rock-cut Dangcheolsan Mountain and the Cheonsu Dokryong Dangsemun Gate.

They were sitting facing each other in the dark.

Looking at their very serious expressions, it seemed like this was definitely not a light topic.

“Sehwa went to see Geumryongjangju again today?”

“Yes, Uncle.”

Dang Se-mun, who calls Dang Cheol-san his uncle.

This is because Dangcheolsan is the fourth younger brother of Dangcheolgun, the head of the family and the father.

Unlike the benevolent and righteous Dangcheol-gun, Dangcheol-san resembles the Poisonous King in his cruelty and wickedness.

That is why it was one of the swords of the Poison King used as a tool for dirty work in the shadows.

He knew that this was the path to glory, so he did not hesitate and carried out the tasks assigned to him without any hesitation or tears.

And in return, he held a high position not only within the family but also within the Murim Alliance.

This was all possible because the King pushed for it.

This is the most recent order he received from the King.

The aftermath of the leak of the secret of one of the family’s secret poisons, Hwadok.

Since it involved the Golden Dragon Master and the Zhuge Liang behind him, they had no choice but to approach it with more caution than usual.

However, at the time, he was trying to pressure Geumryongjangju in earnest to get results.

Things changed in a mysterious way because of the sudden intervention of Tang Se-hwa.

“There was no word this time either?”

“Yes, I’m just saying that it’s not time to talk about it yet.”

“Hmm.”

Dangcheolsan furrowed his thick eyebrows.

In situations where something is unclear, things cannot proceed as planned.

Because that vague feeling of unease could turn into a mistake.

“What’s the situation?”

“They say they had a secret conversation for half an hour.”

“Half hour.”

Half an hour.

If it was long, it was long, and if it was short, it was short.

What is certain is that there is no way we would have met for that amount of time to talk about personal matters.

“Any other special features?”

“It is said that while they were having a secret conversation, the guards brought in a chest full of gold.”

“A chest full of gold?”

Something strange appeared in Dangcheolsan’s eyes.

Because I knew that what it meant had to come down to one thing.

money.

That’s a huge sum of money too.

There is no one who would show off or brag about that in the middle of a secret conversation.

It’s a means.

A means of exchange.

“How dare you try to do business inside the Daedangga.”

“He’s a bad guy. But.”

Dang Se-moon nodded as if he agreed, but added the following.

“Sehwa will never make a deal that will result in a loss. Whether it’s Geumryongjangju or anything else, you can’t fool that child’s eyes and ears with false words.”

Words that convey a strong belief in one’s younger sister.

It was worth it.

Because his younger sister was as talented and as capable as he was ever since she was little.

That is why he caught the eye of his grandfather, the King of Dok.

Even if the king is a close relative, he would never like you simply because of your bloodline.

“That’s right. Rather, he’s the kind of guy who would even tear out a flea’s liver.”

Dangcheolsan also did not deny it.

I have been waiting until now to acknowledge the power of Tang Se-hwa.

If a person who was not even a little bit smart had interfered, I would have called them over and scolded them and given them a warning before I could even check.

“Yes, so this time… … .”

“Are you telling me to wait a moment?”

“That’s my guess. I don’t know for sure, but that kid might have some kind of blackmailing means to squeeze out the Golden Dragon’s Jangju.”

“Hmm.”

Dangcheolsan lost in thought for a moment.

Then he said.

“Okay, just wait.”

“Thank you, uncle.”

“It’s not just because of your story. I also thought that the kid had enough talent to bring me a chest full of gold.”

“I see.”

Tang Se-moon’s eyes lit up.

“Sehwa is definitely pushing Geumryongjangju fiercely at this very moment.”

“Of course. There’s no way a lowly merchant could handle a dragon’s offspring.”

“Yes, uncle.”

Their belief in the unity of the world was strong.

***

one side.

The Hwanhondokbong Dangsehwa, who is believed to be holding and shaking the Golden Dragon Pearl, is now there.

He stood there looking straight ahead, silent as if he were mute.

If it weren’t for the small rise and fall of her chest with her breathing, she would look like a doll.

What on earth are you doing?

No one would have known.

Because it was an expression like that of a completely idiot who had lost his wits.

That was when.

Someone broke the silence.

It was a long day.

“What year is it?”

Short question.

No, can that even be considered a question?

Calling a woman a ‘bitch’ was almost like asking for a fight.

Because it was a curse or an insult beyond words.

But.

An absurd answer came out of Dang Se-hwa’s mouth, which was fluttering.

“… … I’m a bitch… … .”

An answer that leaves no one shocked.

Even if the insulting words from earlier were taken as a question, the answer to them had to be a name.

Because that’s a given.

however.

The answer that came out of Dang Se-hwa’s mouth was an extremely derogatory term that could not even be compared to the term ‘year’.

There could hardly be a more degrading term for a woman than this.

But a woman, and a young lady from a noble family at that, said something that trampled her own sexuality to the ground.

“Haha.”

Someone’s laughter.

It was Bang So-woon, the owner of Geumryongjangju, who was said to be in trouble due to the Tang Dynasty.

His body was trembling slightly.

It was because of the thrilling excitement and pleasure.

A high-ranking woman and high school student who would not even be treated as a human being calls herself a ‘bitch’, a derogatory term that belittles her innate sexuality?

This immense sense of conquest, which no human being in the world could experience, was something only Bang So-woon and Jang Il would know.

‘Nobody knows.’

Subdue a woman?

That might be possible for some.

However.

Subdue a high school girl?

It’s ridiculous.

This is because high school girls are mentally and physically stronger than ordinary women.

If you die, you die, you don’t surrender.

What about a female high school student at the peak?

That makes no sense.

What if she is a high-ranking lady of the Five Great Dynasties, like Dang Se-hwa?

Even God finds it impossible.

‘Yes, it is impossible for God.’

Bang So-woon with a crazy smile.

No, that wasn’t madness.

It was the natural confidence of a man who could dominate countless female masters, something no one in the past or present had ever dreamed of.

Jang Il-do smiled meaningfully while looking at Bang So-woon.

Because I read what kind of emotions it was.

A feeling that only two people can know.

Jang Il-do shook off the thrill of his body filled with a sense of conquest and opened his mouth again.

“What year?”

“… Yes… It’s Bojibyeon… … .”

“What is that?”

“… … A term referring to all the lowly bitches born with worthless possessions… … .”

A Tang Dynasty that endlessly tramples on its own achievements and genitals.

Of course, that excited both men.

“Humble?”

“… Yes… I am humble… … .”

“Why?”

“… … The bitches who are worthless except for being pierced by their masters’ superior dicks… … are bitches who were born with worthless vaginas… … .”

“Phew.”

Bang So-woon barely manages to hold back his laughter.

Anyone would have felt the same way if they saw the proud and haughty young lady of the family and the pinnacle of high school student, who had been belittling herself by calling her a lowly and worthless bitch, until yesterday.

It’s a feeling that only two men can feel.

Jang Il-do continued speaking, holding back laughter.

“Hmm, that’s strange. Are you saying that the four-year-old girl from the Tang family has a master?”

“… … Of course, the lowly daughter of a commoner has masters… … .”

“Who is that?”

“… … The great master and the master… … .”

Ridiculous answer.

But it had to be that way.

Because I was a lowly slave, I couldn’t dare mention the names Bang So-woon or Jang Il.

“I don’t know, so explain it to me with your body.”

“… Yes… .”

thud!

As soon as the answer was finished, a tremendous noise was heard.

It was the sound of Tang Se-hwa hitting his forehead on the floor.

Dang Se-hwa knelt in front of Bang So-woon and bowed her head.

“… … Great Master… … Bojinyeon is the Great Master’s loyal slave… … I will absolutely obey all of the Great Master’s orders… … Even if I die and only my soul remains, I will serve you with all my holes… … .”

Dang Se-hwa spits out the most humiliating words she’s ever said, in the most humiliating position a woman can assume.

It might feel even more so because the raw milk is crushed on the floor, and the buttocks, barely covered by the chewed-up buttocks, are held high up, forcibly rolled up like a string.

“Hahaha.”

The size and shape of Bang So-woon’s body are so satisfying.

As if responding to that humiliating oath, Bang So-woon’s foot trampled on the back of Dang Se-hwa’s head.

Kwuk.

A pleasant feeling.

It was a feeling that no one but the two of them could understand.

“Okay, keep going.”

Bang So-woon, who knew he couldn’t keep wasting time, lifted his foot.

Dang Se-hwa, who had slowly gotten up, then lowered his head towards Jang Il.

thud!

“… … Master… … Bojibyeon is the master’s loyal Bojibyeon slave… … I will absolutely obey all of the master’s commands… … Even if I die and only my soul remains, I will serve you with all my holes… … .”

Tang Se-hwa’s dull voice told everything.