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Neul Seol-yeong.
A user with five years of experience.
A woman who has lived a tumultuous life before joining Salmun.
Both in the Hollow Plain and in the modern world.
Like anyone else, Neul Seol-yeong wasn’t always a twisted person from the start.
A stern but diligent father, a beautiful and kind mother, a sweet and adorable younger sister…
She was a beloved daughter at home, once a girl full of dreams.
At least, until her father’s suicide.
It’s a common story.
A failed business, a broken family, shattered relationships, and the painful truth revealed over time.
To be more specific, a man approached her father with ill intent.
He used her father’s failing business as leverage to threaten and forcibly violate her mother.
When her father discovered his wife’s repeated assaults, he couldn’t accept the reality.
Around the time Neul Seol-yeong and her sister were forcibly summoned to the Hollow Plain, they had accidentally uncovered this truth.
But perhaps because the ties of this cursed fate were too tightly bound, the man who destroyed her parents was summoned to the Hollow Plain at the same time.
It was a cruel twist of fate.
They were even assigned to the same team during the rite of passage.
The moment she saw him, Neul Seol-yeong screamed and charged at him—but it was far from a wise choice.
Like the stone Park Dong-geol had kicked that triggered chaos, her scream attracted a swarm of wandering dead.
Amidst the blood-soaked carnage, she barely survived.
But she lost him—and when she came to, her sister was nowhere to be found.
After a grueling week, she managed to reach the Inn of Beginnings.
But waiting for her there was the news that her sister had died.
In the chaos, her sister had fled in the same direction as that man, only to be taken that very night.
For days and nights, she was passed around as a plaything for their enemy, then thrown to a pack of monsters as prey…
She heard her sister’s bitter words, saying she couldn’t defy the man leading them, that she was abandoned too.
Neul Seol-yeong wept tears of blood and vowed revenge.
But reality was harsh.
The cunning man rose to become the lord of the Golden Standard clan in just two years, expanding his influence even into the night streets.
Most of all, he never forgot that Neul Seol-yeong harbored a fierce grudge.
As a result, when she finally confronted him, she was captured instead.
Yet, even when the sky falls, there’s always a way out.
As tears streamed down her face, the Salmun lord appeared before her.
By a twist of fate, the Golden Standard clan had overstepped Salmun’s jurisdiction while capturing Neul Seol-yeong.
The Salmun lord, who effortlessly subdued the Golden Standard clan—whom she had suffered so much from—was like a beacon of light and salvation to her.
Thanks to the Salmun lord’s recognition of her fierce spirit, Neul Seol-yeong joined his ranks and grew into a fearsome assassin, finally experiencing a time of fulfillment.
The rule was clear: “Never mix personal feelings with your work.”
Her thirst for revenge was kept in check by this rule, but it was nothing compared to her resolve.
She believed that if she waited, the opportunity would come—and indeed, the right chance arrived.
But then… then…
“Koran, it’s Koran! The Southern Free Union commissioned it! Under the orders of Lord Nambul!”
How did things come to this?
“Lord Nambul… was it that Shin Hyuk guy?”
Kim Soo-hyun’s voice carried a hint of amusement, but the Salmun lord let out a heavy sigh.
The worst had happened.
No matter what torture or threats an assassin endures, revealing the client is an unbreakable rule.
But that rule had just been shattered.
The moment this truth came out, Salmun’s hard-earned reputation and control over the night streets would plummet.
It was the ultimate humiliation.
But now that it had come to this, they had to find a way out.
“Neul Seol-yeong’s words… are correct…”
Summoning what little strength he had left, the Salmun lord stammered out an apology.
“I… sincerely… apologize… Please forgive me…”
Seeing the lord she had always respected so miserably apologizing, tears welled up in Neul Seol-yeong’s eyes.
But Kim Soo-hyun, as if unimpressed, let go of his grasp on his hair.
The Salmun lord, who had been enduring with superhuman patience, collapsed with a thud.
“Well, that aside…”
Neul Seol-yeong blinked in disbelief.
“Why are you staring like that?”
Kim Soo-hyun sneered as he pulled out a fresh cigarette.
“I was really shocked when I heard about the kidnapping. You almost ruined an important plan I had. What if the Radiant Priest died? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
“I already told you everything, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, that’s why I stopped.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
Darkness closed in around Neul Seol-yeong.
She finally realized.
That man never intended to end things halfway.
“You need to apologize properly for what you did wrong.”
Kim Soo-hyun said as if it were obvious, then suddenly gestured toward the door.
Startled, Neul Seol-yeong turned around, her expression hardening.
A dozen or so people had quietly appeared at the door.
At their forefront stood a middle-aged man with a bandage on his forehead—someone she knew well.
The lord of the Golden Standard clan.
“You!”
The murderous aura Kim Soo-hyun had been suppressing surged instantly.
The Golden Standard lord, faced with eyes that could tear him apart, recoiled in fear.
Then Kim Soo-hyun spoke.
“Did you get a good shot?”
“Y-yes!”
The Golden Standard lord, glancing nervously at Neul Seol-yeong, circled the room and handed Kim Soo-hyun a recording orb.
It contained the video of Neul Seol-yeong’s confession and the Salmun lord’s apology.
This was enough evidence.
Kim Soo-hyun gently caressed the orb and continued.
“We’ve handled the aftermath to some extent… but I think the Golden Standard lord should receive an apology too.”
“H-ha ha…”
The Golden Standard lord gave an awkward laugh, glancing around nervously.
Honestly, he just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
It felt like a dream.
When he woke up, he scoffed at the promise to handle things that very night.
But seeing it all firsthand…
“…Is an apology all you want?”
Unexpectedly, Neul Seol-yeong was the first to speak.
The Golden Standard lord, expecting her to shout “Never to him!” looked surprised.
She now looked at him with detached eyes.
Kim Soo-hyun took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled.
“Well, that depends on you.”
“…”
“First, strip.”
“What?”
Neul Seol-yeong blinked in disbelief.
Kim Soo-hyun clenched the orb he had been holding.
“I think if you kneel naked and apologize, your attitude might change.”
Suddenly, the eyes of the awkwardly standing Golden Standard lord and Neul Seol-yeong met.
In that moment, she saw the lust glistening in his fearful gaze and furrowed her brows in disgust.
How could she ever forget that hateful face?
“…”
Still, Neul Seol-yeong began to undress herself.
Because the Salmun lord’s earlier bowed apology lingered in her mind.
It was a sign that, since things had come this far, survival was the priority.
Piece by piece, as she shed her clothes, her hidden glamorous figure was revealed.
When she tossed aside the black band covering her chest, her full, radiant breasts swayed prominently.
Her underwear slipped down her slender calves, revealing the stark contrast between her pure white skin and the jet-black silk stockings, creating a striking visual.
Her pristine body, never before touched by a man, drew audible swallowing sounds from those present.
Her trembling thighs shook visibly, like a poorly oiled machine.
Even the air brushing against her bare skin felt humiliating.
Slowly, Neul Seol-yeong bent her knees.
Her eyes glistening with tears, shaken by shame and desire, her breath came out rough like a bull’s.
Her reason screamed to save the Salmun lord, but her instincts instinctively resisted.
After a moment, she knelt down and slowly bowed her waist.
With hands folded respectfully, she pressed her forehead to the ground and took a deep breath.
“…I’m… sorry…”
Her voice barely came out, clenched between gritted teeth.
Her deceased father, her mother who had been toyed with by that man, and her sister flashed through her mind.
Her ten fingers dug into the stone floor, clutching so hard they began to crumble.
No matter how many times she was apologized to, it wouldn’t be enough. Yet now, she was the one apologizing?
It was absurd, nonsensical.
But she had to do it.
“I’m… sorry…”
Choking back sobs, she whispered.
“For daring to act so arrogantly… I sincerely… repent… Please show mercy…”
Kim Soo-hyun, watching the motionless Neul Seol-yeong, turned his gaze away.
The Golden Standard lord, meeting that look, rolled his eyes nervously.
Watching quietly, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed—his manhood was practically bursting through his pants, flaunting its presence shamelessly.
Well, considering Jinmyeong was a total pervert, it was hardly surprising he was getting worked up in this situation.
And on top of that, the other party was none other than Neul Seol-yeong.
“Uh… well, you see, I’m still a bit… I’ve been through a lot with her, you know… hehe!”
Meanwhile, the Golden Pyo-guk Lord wasn’t a fool.
He had a pretty good idea why this guy had been summoned here.
Kim Su-hyun chuckled softly, as if confirming that thought.
“Oh? Is that so? Then what are we going to do about this?”
“Hmm. Unless she wiggles her butt and bats her eyelashes, who knows? But like that bitch… ugh!”
The moment he said “bitch,” the Golden Pyo-guk Lord flinched, shrinking his shoulders.
Neul Seol-yeong snapped her head up, shooting a murderous glare.
Her eyes, already wild and unhinged, burned with a deep, bitter grudge that could tear anyone apart a thousand times over.
“You…”
A cold voice slipped out.
Suddenly, sharp streaks of light flashed as several sword beams swept across the woman’s body.
Neul Seol-yeong, who had been unconsciously drawing on her magic, shuddered.
In Kim Su-hyun’s right hand, a gleaming sword had appeared.
‘If you draw that sword… you die right here.’
There was no mistaking the meaning.
When a close-combat user unsheathes their weapon, their power skyrockets.
No one stands a chance.
Before the sword tip could even point at the fallen Pyo-guk Lord, Neul Seol-yeong’s head dropped again.
“Do it. We’re going to keep going until everyone here gets an apology.”
It was a death sentence.
Eventually, Neul Seol-yeong’s back arched, and her pale, exposed backside lifted toward the ceiling.
Between her wide-open cheeks, the Golden Pyo-guk Lord’s eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.
Neul Seol-yeong bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Time passed—agonizingly slow for some, unbearably long for others.
Then, her twitching cheeks began to wiggle from side to side.
Her moon-shaped butt swayed gently, and a small cheer broke out.
“Ha, ha ha! Look at her! Hey, bitch! Don’t you wanna shake it harder?”
Full of bravado, the Golden Pyo-guk Lord, piggybacking Kim Su-hyun, shouted at the top of his lungs.
Seeing Kim Su-hyun remain still, the clan members who had been watching nervously started joining in.
“Not gonna bat those lashes? Huh?”
Click, click!
“Hey, hey! What’s with the teeth grinding? Didn’t you hear? She told you to apologize to me too!”
“Ugh…!”
“Look at her wagging her tail like a dog! Bark once!”
“…”
“Ah, I can’t accept an apology like that.”
“…woof…”
“Can’t hear you! Bark louder, you bitch! Do you even know how much stress you’ve caused us?”
“…woof! Woof woof! Woof woof, woof woof!”
Neul Seol-yeong barked wildly.
Once the order was given, the intensity only increased.
Knowing which insults Neul Seol-yeong hated most, the Golden Pyo-guk Lord relentlessly targeted those.
Her trembling right leg twitched upward in response to certain demands.
And sure enough—
Shhhiii!
A bright yellow stream shot out forcefully between her legs.
It looked exactly like a dog peeing.
The Golden Pyo-guk Lord and his group burst into loud laughter at the sight of Neul Seol-yeong urinating like a dog.
The silent clan members watching closed their eyes or swallowed their tears.
One even banged his forehead against the floor.
Seeing these puny fools acting so brazenly twisted their guts.
“Hehe, hehe! Now it’s my turn! Hey! Sit there and spread your legs yourself. Beg to be fucked like a bitch.”
The words came as the yellow stream trickled to a stop.
It wasn’t just embarrassing—it was beyond shameful.
Doing this in front of your mortal enemy, the one you’d kill a thousand times over if you could—it was enough to make you want to bite your tongue and die.
“Fuck, hurry up! Missionary Lord! That bitch…!”
At the man’s urging, Neul Seol-yeong crawled forward, slipping on her own urine.
She collapsed with a thud, and from the upward angle, she saw a man calmly smoking a cigarette.
Kim Su-hyun still sat at the table, watching.
His eyes were dead—so empty they evoked nothing but void, not even lust.
They looked at her like she was filthy trash.
The humiliation and shame radiating from that gaze—
“Ugh… ugh…”
“What… huh?”
“This is… so… damn… humiliating…”
“Oh? Are you crying? Really?”
The Golden Pyo-guk Lord’s eyes went wide.
Unable to bear the mockery any longer, Neul Seol-yeong finally broke down in tears.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
Sorry for the delay.
I was trying to figure out how to make the content more intense for readers, and it took longer than expected.
Really sorry. (__)
Ah, isn’t this too cruel…?
Maybe I should tone it down a bit…
This is a bit much…
Even for Noblesse, this is too intense.
Ugh, it’s so awful. I wish it had just been skipped…
Sob, I’m scared it’ll haunt my dreams ㅠㅠ
Yes! This is it!
Huh? It’s nothing special.
Eh, what? That’s weak.
Why even put a warning message?
0_0?
Whoa.
……
Just wait and see!