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    “Ugh…”

    I thought it was just a scratch, but it’s deeper than I thought.

    After disinfecting with white liquor and wrapping it with a clean bandage, it quickly soaked in blood, turning red.

    Compared to the time when I almost died from a knife wound to the side by Nachal Sunja, it couldn’t be called a wound, but pain is something you never get used to.

    Still, the feeling of success in capturing a giant for the first time heightened my mood.

    Moonbu was a master who could easily be counted among the top hundred even in the vast world of the martial arts, where prestigious clans and numerous martial artists were scattered.

    The title of ‘Martial Arts Master’ was not taken lightly, even by the jesting martial artists.

    Normally, third-rate martial artists like us wouldn’t even be able to meet the eyes of such masters…

    Ridiculously, that master was stripped bare without even being allowed to wear a single layer of silk by us.

    ***

    Jang Il, with a leisurely expression leaning on the teachings, stared at Yeonsurin sitting naked in front of him as if observing her.

    He inserted his fingers into his open mouth and played with his tongue.

    As he exerted pressure without resistance, her tongue changed shape accordingly.

    Sticky saliva stuck to his fingers.

    He extended his tongue to lick the corner of her eye, but she didn’t even blink.

    She just stared ahead with a vacant gaze.

    It was a completely submissive expression, devoid of any resistance.

    Jang Il chuckled and opened his mouth.

    “Who am I?”

    “…You are the Lord of Jeolhwa.”

    Yeonsurin answered in a completely different submissive posture than before.

    “And you?”

    “…I am a member of the Jeolhwa.”

    “Just a relationship between lord and member?”

    “…No. All members of Jeolhwa are… faithful slaves of the Lord of Jeolhwa.”

    “Just call me Lord?”

    “…No. Master…”

    “Hehe, good slave.”

    “…Thank you… Master…”

    Jang Il smiled approvingly.

    There were many lord-slave relationships in the martial arts world, but it was extremely rare to address someone as a master.

    Acknowledging oneself as the other’s slave was a title recognized by the world.

    But there was a figure whom even the top-notch Dan Simhyeopnyeo worshipped as their master?

    People would be very surprised, and he would feel very good.

    The journey to the martial arts world was already awaited.

    The relationship was roughly established, and now it was time for physical education.

    Jang Il, sitting with his bare feet stretched out, caressed Yeonsurin’s right breast.

    The plump and firm breast, not like that of a woman who had given birth, changed shape and swayed under the pressure of his toes.

    It felt different from when he touched it with his hands.

    “What am I touching with my foot?”

    “…Breast.”

    “Pretending to be noble. Wrong. This is a teat.”

    “…Teat…”

    “It’s not just a teat. Always call it a vulgar teat.”

    “…Yes… It’s not just a teat… I should always call it a vulgar teat…”

    “Good, then…”

    Jang Il’s toes slowly descended and pricked her navel.

    “Spread your legs.”

    “…Yes… Master…”

    Yeonsurin spread her legs wide.

    Unexpectedly, the discreet secret of the quiet widow who had not even thought of remarrying after her husband’s death was now exposed to a foreign man.

    Jang Il pushed his toes towards that secret.

    For ten years, the precious secret was being desecrated by Jang Il’s dirty toes, but she sat there with an empty expression.

    Enjoying the sensation of the widow’s barrier against his toes, Jang Il asked, thrusting in and out as if engaging in sexual intercourse.

    “What am I poking with my toes right now?”

    “···A warning···.”

    “In harsher terms.”

    “···A sight to behold···.”

    In a tone devoid of emotion, Yeonsurin muttered words that had likely never been spoken before.

    Jangil lowered his head as if to say it wasn’t just any sight.

    “It’s not just a sight. Always refer to it as a crude dog’s sight.”

    “···Yes··· It’s not just a sight···. Always refer to it as a crude dog’s sight.”

    The word “dog’s sight” that came out of the mouth of a once dignified widow and confident martial artist not long ago caused a surge of anger in Bangsoun’s stomach.

    It was more degrading than the usual vulgar words Jangil used.

    When a female dog is in heat, she doesn’t care where or when, she just exposes herself to anyone.

    The term “dog’s sight” meant the promiscuous and messy woman’s sight that would expose herself to anyone just by speaking.

    If a woman heard such an insult in normal circumstances, it would be natural for a sword fight to break out.

    But when a respected martial artist like Yeonsurin uttered such words in the martial arts world, it was a tremendous provocation.

    “Well, this should be easy. What is this?”

    Jangil lightly kicked Yeonsurin’s buttocks, which were slightly thicker than those of an average woman.

    Then he inserted a few strands of conspiracy between her toes.

    “···A dog’s sight thread···.”

    Satisfied with her answer, Jangil clapped his hands.

    “Haha, truly a clever slave.”

    “···Thank you··· master······.”

    “Alright, get up.”

    “···Yes··· master···.”

    Yeonsurin slowly rose to her feet, looking lifeless.

    Jangil gazed at her intently for a moment, deep in thought.

    Unable to contain her curiosity, Bangsoun asked, “Why are you doing this, Jangil?”

    “Master, may I ask for a measuring tape and scissors?”

    “Measuring tape and scissors? Why?”

    “To take measurements.”

    “Measurements?”

    “Yes, if we are to represent the Golden Dragon Battlefield, we must have dignified attire, right? For that, we need body measurements.”

    “Ah, I see. That makes sense. Even the military forces of a third-rate faction must have proper attire to match the battlefield’s grandeur.”

    Agreeing with Bangsoun, Jangil measured Yeonsurin’s body with the measuring tape and scissors she provided.

    First, he measured her height with the measuring tape, then cut it with the scissors.

    After measuring her chest, waist, and hips in the same manner, he chuckled to himself, seemingly pleased with his thoughts.

    “It would be best to create a slave register. Since every part of her body belongs to us, we must know it accurately, right?”

    “A slave register?”

    “Hehe, yes. Watch me carefully. First, move the writing desk this way… Now, we need a blank piece of paper, ink, brush, and inkstone to write. Since she will be with us for life, please use high-quality paper.”

    Although Bangsoun still didn’t fully understand what was going on, knowing Jangil was an expert in education, she silently prepared the writing materials.

    With a satisfied expression, Jangil picked up the brush.

    “First, your name is Yeonsurin… How old are you?”

    “…Thirty-seven.”

    “Whistle.”

    Jangil whistled softly. She looked younger than her actual age.

    He wrote her name and age at the top of the blank paper.

    Then, he continued to ask and write down her family relationships, human relationships, and martial arts skills.

    When the paper was halfway filled, he suddenly exclaimed, “It would be good to call the painter and leave a nude painting as well.”

    Indeed, such a vulnerable posture and expression of a martial artist like Yeonsurin were not something you could see everywhere, so it seemed wise to have it drawn in a painting.

    Then, she would become a very special slave munbu.

    “When the number of disciples increases a bit, let’s do it all at once… Where did we stop? Ah, where do you feel the most sensitive?”

    “Um… the clitoris.”

    “Experience with anal sex?”

    “I have none.”

    “Anal virgin, huh.”

    Starting with that question, Jang-il poured out embarrassing questions that could not be answered in a normal state of mind.

    Up to now, questions about the number of sexual experiences, the favorite position, the experience and frequency of masturbation, and the presence of oral sex were answered by Yeon-soo Rin in a voice devoid of emotion, like a good child, obediently.

    Jang-il diligently recorded it all.

    In no time, she found herself in a position where not only her body but also her inner secrets were completely exposed.

    But that was just the beginning.

    Jang-il approached her with a bundle of brushes.

    He grabbed her left nipple as if pinching it, and then began to carefully and meticulously examine her breasts, observing and touching the size and sagging degree of her breasts, the position, width, and color of her nipples, and the length and color of her nipples without missing a detail.

    After finishing with the left side, he moved on to the right breast, examining it in the same way, and finally confirming if they were a matching pair before moving down.

    “Turn around, grab your ankles, and spread your legs.”

    “I obey your command, master.”

    Yeon-soo Rin obediently reached out her hands to grab her ankles and spread her legs as commanded.

    With the buttocks lifted up, Jang-il meticulously examined her vulva and anus in detail.

    He observed and recorded the width, length, and darkness of the pubic hair, the position, color, and size of the clitoris, the color and degree of sagging of the labia majora and minora, the size of the clitoris, the texture of the vaginal wall folds, the distance between the anus and vagina, and even the size of the anus.

    Watching Jang-il meticulously examine and record everything, Bang So-woon couldn’t help but burst into a bitter laugh.

    Jang-il always seemed to show more than what one could imagine.

    I never thought it would go this far.

    If Yeon-soo Rin found out about this while not in a hypnotic state, no matter what kind of woman she was, she would not be able to overcome the shame and would surely commit suicide.

    But she had definitely become an unparalleled special slave munbu.

    Jang-il smiled satisfactorily as he looked at the paper that had been filled up.

    “The beginning may be just a few pages, but the end will be magnificent.”

    “Haha, you are truly amazing. But you know, a thought just came to mind. It would be good to enhance one thing.”

    “Please tell me, sir.”

    “I agree with your idea of drawing a nude. Indeed, there is a big difference between just reading text and having a visual image. But one sheet is not enough. Separate sheets for the face, breasts, vulva, and finally a full-body drawing. Wouldn’t that make a perfect slave munbu?”

    Jang-il’s expression seemed to indicate that he had been hit.

    “Haha, indeed… You are filling in the parts where my thoughts are lacking, sir.”

    “Haha, don’t speak so modestly. Do your best to find the best painter.”

    Once again, the two men looked at each other and chuckled.

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