Baek Clan, courtyard.
Carts filled with decoration materials and assorted sacks were parked in the courtyard. The slaves, who had to carry two of the bags of rice, each weighing an average of fifty kilos, ignored the weather and tried to carry the sacks.
The scorching sun was overhead, so scorching that it felt like needles piercing the bodies of the slaves. One of these slaves, a young man who looked to be only 17 or 18, looked like he was about to faint carrying two sacks. The piercing sunlight hit his face, burning it. Sweat beaded on his forehead, stinging his eyes and causing him to lose what little strength he had left in his body.
The youth couldn't take it anymore and dropped one of the sacks.
"Baek Yisoo you bastard!" shouted a molded man, angrily coming up to the youth and kicking him in the back, knocking him to the ground. "You're already a worthless slave! There's no point in keeping you here if you don't do your job properly!"
"I'm sorry, sir!" the youth said, stood up and picked up the sack from the ground again, albeit with difficulty. What took the others a minute, he did in three minutes.
Baek Yisoo was born into a martial arts family, the Baek Family, to two slaves who worked until they died. His parents had fallen ill from overwork a few years earlier and died soon after. Baek Yisoo had no dreams or aspirations. He was born at the bottom and there was no way he could change that.
"Let's speed up! In the evening, the young lady's fiancé, the third young master of the Namgung Clan, will arrive. If anything goes wrong, say goodbye to your pathetic lives!" the molded man shouted while checking the goods.
All the transportation was finished within three hours. But after three hours the molded man walked away and Baek Yisoo took the opportunity to throw himself on the grass. Baek Yisoo was no better than an ordinary slave. He was not handsome, he was not intelligent, and most importantly he had no talent in martial arts.
"Of all things, this is the least of them," complained a voice from the side. Baek Yisoo turned his head and saw servant girls carrying things in a basket. When the Baek family chose their slaves, all they cared about was their health. But when choosing their servants and attendants, they also paid attention to their appearance.
"What are you looking at, you freak?" said one of the maids in disgust, she was above average in appearance but far above Baek Yisoo in status. When she felt Baek Yisoo's gaze, her expression changed.
Baek Yisoo turned his head in fear, but it was too late. The servant girl was already in a bad mood and was looking for someone to tease. Someone like Baek Yisoo had no friends and no talent. That's why he was the target of bullies.
If someone wanted to take out their anger, they would target Baek Yisoo. He was the lowest of the low, even among slaves.
...
Baek Yisoo threw himself into the ward with a black eye. The sun had set and the guests had arrived. People like Baek Yisoo, who had defiled the landscape, were assigned to stay in their wards.
"Yisoo," someone said, "our guys managed to sneak a few bottles of booze from the warehouse. Would you like to drink with us?"
The person who spoke was a fateful partner a few years older than Baek Yisoo. He was known as Yun Kwang-su. He was relatively influential among the Baek Family's slaves. He also had acquaintances among the officials and servants.
"Okay," Baek Yisoo agreed, this was a rare opportunity. Since the Baek Family was facing financial difficulties, the number of drinks entering the warehouse was very limited. So for the slaves, booze was as rare as a comet.
The table was set and Kwang-su's friend took out three jugs. When he opened the jugs, a soft, pleasant aroma filled the room. There were appetizers on the table to go with the drink. Baek Yisoo felt his mouth watering.
Their mouths relaxed as the glasses were emptied.
Kwang-su looked at his friend with a laugh and gestured as if to show that he had joined him.
"Hahahaha- Minji definitely has the best ass! She is best!"
"You've got good taste, bro," Kwang-su held the glass up to his head and downed the contents in one gulp.
The already quiet Baek Yisoo became even quieter as the subject turned sexual. He was a virgin who had never even touched a female fly in his life. The women around him were also more senior and beautiful than him. He knew that extramarital affairs were also a sin. Of course, this could have been a way of consoling himself.
He was getting old, after all. If he showed himself a little more and asked Madame, he could find himself a wife. After all, she could only go on alone for so long. He had to get married and have children. That was the only way he could find happiness.
At least that's what his father said.
Baek Yisoo drank a few more glasses, then got up from the table and went outside. His head was spinning and his stomach was in his mouth. He walked a little away from where they lived to throw up. It was in the woods and no one came by. He took what was inside him outside.
"Shh! Take it slowly. If my parents see us, we're both dead!"
"Who will see us here?"
"You better hope no one sees us..." came a thin reproachful voice from behind the bushes. Baek Yisoo realized that the voice was extremely familiar and tried to look up.
An extremely attractive female figure and a shapely male body were entwined together. He was standing behind her, fondling her breasts and peeling off her clothes at the same time.
Baek Yisoo's drunkenness disappeared when he saw this scene.
When he took off her clothes, a pair of shapely white mounds appeared. They looked so beautiful that Baek Yisoo's body reacted involuntarily. However, this was only the beginning. After looking at her body greedily, he unbuckled her belt and exposed every inch of her body.
His body was muscular but not shredded, but hers was a work of art. Her breasts were so beautiful that they would have driven the most pious monk out of his religion. Her buttocks were large and shapely, her long legs snow-white, which he could see even in the dark. Who knows how beautiful she would look in a well-lit bedroom.
He lifted something with his hand and an involuntary moan escaped her mouth. After a while, the atmosphere warmed up and moans more seductive than birds chirping could be heard in the bushes. Baek Yisoo's face turned red and his heart sank. He realized he had set up the tent, but he was afraid to move. It was the first time he had ever seen anything like this, and nothing he had ever seen before had excited him so much.
It was extremely reprehensible for an unmarried woman to commit adultery, whether she was a Murim or an empire. Likewise, men had to control their desires. Otherwise they would be humiliated and even ostracized by the nobility around them.
Baek Yisoo could not believe that these people were so brave.
For the first time he came to his senses and decided to look at the couple making love.
At that moment, boiling water poured down his head. His expression froze and all the excitement in his heart died down. This was because he realized who she was.
The Baek Clan was a large family. There were four sons and three daughters. At a young age, the men had been sent to the surrounding sects to train in martial arts. They were still in training. The eldest daughter was already married. The second lady was already engaged. The third young master of the Namgung Family was the future husband of the second lady. Everyone was in favor of this marriage because it would bring two clan, two geniuses together.
The third young lady was the same age as Baek Yisoo and was not yet engaged. No one thought she would get married because she was so devoted to martial arts. Baek Yisoo thought so too.
Until he saw the view in front of him.
The third young woman's breasts were rising and falling. A seductive expression appeared on her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her body was sweaty. The sound of flesh touching flesh could be heard almost ten meters away, and Baek Yisoo was about seven meters away.
Baek Yisoo was stunned.
It was unbelievable that the third young lady, known by everyone as a martial arts freak, was having sex with someone. When he turned his gaze to the young lady's partner, his thoughts went bankrupt. He stared blankly as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
Because this person was the fiancé of the second young lady, the third young master of the Namgung Clan.
This was a crime.
A great crime!
If word got out, the reputation of both great families would be tarnished. To clear that reputation, they would fight each other or kill the two of them!
Baek Yisoo was a slave since birth. He knew he saw something he shouldn't have seen. So he couldn't control his emotions, his hands began to shake.
Unfortunately, this caused him to move a small stone.
The couple, who had been making passionate love, suddenly paused.
The man turned his head in the direction of Baek Yisoo.
"Who are you?"
Baek Yisoo hid behind the tree. But he knew that all these hopes were in vain. Neither the third young master of the Namgung Clan nor the third young lady of the Baek Family were weak. Thanks to their inner energy, they could sense what was happening around them. The only reason they hadn't noticed him earlier was because they were focused on each other.
Baek Yisoo took a deep breath and raised her hands. If he swore an oath not to tell anyone, he could get out of here alive.
'Impossible. They will kill me!'
The young man pulled on his pants, and the third young lady hurriedly put on her clothes. Baek Yisoo turned his eyes to the ward about fifty meters away. If he managed to run there, he would have a chance to survive. After all, he couldn't execute him in front of the others, could he?
As the young man came toward him, Baek Yisoo sprang forward with all his might and began to run.
"A slave?"
A voice came from the front.
'Wait, from the front!?'
The young man who should have been about ten meters behind him suddenly appeared in front of him. Moonlight filtered through the tree leaves, illuminating the young man's face. It was a feminine but attractive face. Tall, with hair tied in a silky smooth ponytail, he had the noble aura of a young master of a prominent clan. His face was so beautiful that one could question one's orientation.
Namgung Bong was a famous swordsman who had made a name for himself in Murim at the age of twenty with his swordsmanship. He was one of the leading figures of the Namgung Clan and a perfect man in every way. He was one of the most talked about bachelors in Murim as the ideal man.
Namgung Bong walked towards Baek Yisoo with the intent to kill. Baek Yisoo knew at that moment that he was fucked. He opened his mouth to scream, but he didn't get the chance. Namgung Bong grabbed him by the throat like he was grabbing a chicken.
He looked at Baek Iseul behind Baek Yisoo.
"What should we do?"
Meanwhile, Baek Yisoo did his best to escape this realization. He punched Namgung Bong in the face, hit him in the chest and even tried to stick a finger in his eye. But he was always blocked by an invisible shield.
His eyes were watery, he was about to wet himself. He realized he was about to die. The fear of death left him with indescribable anxiety and fear.
"A slave? How dare a slave look at my body!? Just kill him. There are already dozens of them." said the third young lady, Baek Iseul, in a nonchalant manner.
"Are you sure? Trouble later?" asked Namgung Bong, unsure.
"Why do you think so much about an insignificant slave? I'm saying there's more where that came from, just kill it. We'll say he was poisoned."
Baek Iseul looked at the place where Baek Yisoo had just thrown up and narrowed her eyes in disgust. She adjusted her belt and clothes. Her mood changed again.
Namgung Bong frowned and tightened his grip. Baek Yisoo's feet began to flail, the air he was taking in was suddenly cut off. He tried to hit Namgung Bong, but Namgung Bong didn't even look at him again.
"I didn't have enough fun. Are we leaving now?"
He didn't even realize that he was strangling someone right now. His only focus was on Baek Iseul's milky white full breasts.
"Let's leave it here for today. If my sister finds out about us, she'll go crazy with rage. How many minutes can you last anyway?"
Namgung Bong's handsome face flushed, embarrassment showing in his eyes.
"I can last a long time, okay?"
"Heheheheh," Baek Iseul giggled sweetly and leaned in close to Namgung Bong and placed a small kiss on his lips. "Come to my room tonight after dinner. We can continue there. If you still have energy to spare... I have to go now, otherwise someone will get suspicious."
At that moment, Baek Yisoo's fluttering feet stopped moving. His attacks stopped, his face turned purple. He stood like a dead chicken as all his strength left his body.
"He's dead," Namgung Bong said, looking at Baek Yisoo out of the corner of his eye. He had crushed his throat without realizing it. In fact, he might even have done him a favor by making him suffer less.
"Throw it away, it's no big deal."