A Trump Card Needs But One Word
A trump card only needs a single word.
Buwoong! A powerful fist sliced through the air toward her. But it was meaningless. There was no way it could hit.
Tap.
The Black Dream Butterfly lightly kicked off the ground. A lightness skill as graceful and light as a butterfly—that very technique had earned her the nickname Black Dream Butterfly. Catching that move was impossible for a bear. She had never once been caught since the fight began.
'Hmph, dodge this and counter by grabbing his arm...'
She was picturing her follow-up attack when...
...Huh?
The bear's fist had closed the distance far faster than expected. The result?
Thwack!
"Ack!"
For the first time, a groan escaped the Black Dream Butterfly's lips. Agonizing pain exploded from her left tit. A pain she'd never felt before. Of course—it was the first time in her life anyone had ever struck her tit.
"Hup."
She quickly steadied her breathing, twisting her airborne body with a flourish to land steadily. But her frame trembled faintly. The humiliation of being bested for the first time by a mere tool for perfecting her arts. And on such a shameful part of her body, no less. It was impossible to calm her boiling rage.
"Haha, that's right. Stick 'em out just like that. Now you're finally acting like a proper obedient bitch. That's how sluts should behave."
Jang Il laughed mockingly. The Black Dream Butterfly's expression turned icy. Her killing intent froze the air around her. Her eyes had changed. Until now, she'd only used sixty percent of her power. It had been more than enough. But her mindset had shifted. She'd crush him thoroughly with eighty percent. She'd hack every inch of his body into pieces and repay this humiliation tenfold with the most wretched death imaginable.
"You'll die regretting it to the end."
She spat coldly and launched the first strike. Her fastest sword draw yet. The outcome was obvious. He'd be unable to react as his leg was severed...
...Huh?!
Tap!
Like swatting a fly, Jang Il casually flicked his leg and deflected her sword with ease. The Black Dream Butterfly's stance crumbled. Shock painted her face. And toward her came another attack—this time a kick.
Splat!
"Agh!"
Her tits jiggled from bottom to top. A brutal kick to the underside of her right tit. She staggered back, but Jang Il didn't let her escape.
"Hahaha, where do you think you're going, you bitch? You've got a long way to go before you learn to be a good girl."
Jang Il's storm of attacks fully engulfed the Black Dream Butterfly.
Thud! The sound of her top ripping at the chest. But it wasn't the clothes. The scraps covering her chest had long since been torn. What ripped was her breast binder—the final barrier over her massive tits. Now they were fully exposed.
And those tits were... pathetically swollen, puffy beyond pity. Of course they were. They'd taken that many blows.
"Tits are best beaten bare, after all."
Smack!
"Ahhhhk!"
Jang Il's rock-hard palm slammed mercilessly into her bare tit, drawing a scream of agony from the Black Dream Butterfly. A thin, high-pitched wail utterly unlike the ruthless arena fighter she was known as. The pure scream of a bitch in heat.
Smack!
"Ahhak!"
Slap! Smack! Slap! Slap! Smack!
"Ahk! Hak! Hnggh! Haaak! Hrrghhh!"
Each solid palm strike to her tits elicited a scream like music from an instrument. Deadly handiwork paired with a deadly voice. Any man who didn't feel his cock twitch pleasurably wasn't a man.
"Hahaha, I can't believe I misjudged you. Who knew you were such a good girl? Sticking out your fat tits all obediently like this—what a smart bitch."
Jang Il laughed in delight. Meanwhile, the Black Dream Butterfly could barely think straight. Attacks she couldn't dodge no matter how she tried. Attacks she couldn't block no matter what. Her two tits were toyed with at his whim. Again and again and again. It hurt—so much it hurt. It hurt so badly she couldn't even focus. No female expert could ever fully temper that vital spot, and taking endless blows from a hand packed with power was inevitable. Her tits felt like they might rip right off.
'Th-this... can't go on... n-no...!'
But the Black Dream Butterfly was still the Black Dream Butterfly. Even then, she bit her lip until it bled, desperately pulling herself together. Her inner energy surged into her sword hand.
'S-somehow...!'
Blue sword qi rose along the blade.
Shing.
"Oh ho?"
Jang Il leaped back. Finally free of his grasp, the Black Dream Butterfly shot her body backward in retreat.
"Haaak... haaak..."
Her breathing was ragged, her appearance a wreck. Her top was reduced to tattered rags. The breast binder hung in useless shreds. Her bruised, swollen tits heaved pitifully with every gasp. Utter humiliation. Utter shame. Her pride lay in ruins. But what tormented her more than her shattered pride was the fear of her opponent. An emotion she'd never felt in the arena. Feeling that toward a man she'd always crushed beneath her gaze—it shook her to her core.
But.
'N-not yet. It's not over.'
Right, it wasn't over. She'd just met an unexpected powerhouse. Overcome it. That's all she had to do. She still had power left, hadn't gone all out yet.
"...I'll stake everything."
Her breathing steadied somewhat as she gripped her sword fiercely.
How to describe the atmosphere in the stands? It had changed. That one word fit best. They'd cheered for the bear hoping for an entertaining match, but most had ultimately rooted for the Black Dream Butterfly's victory. She was the arena's top star, after all. But now...
The mood had flipped completely. The bear's fight had utterly captivated them. Crushing the reigning queen fighter in an unimaginable way. Ripped clothes, shredded breast binder, bare tits slapped mercilessly, screams not of a warrior but a slut. No fight could be more stimulating. It titillated every base, sexual nerve without mercy. That was why the cheers were now one-sided for the bear.
Most spectators genuinely wanted him to drag the Black Dream Butterfly down to rock bottom.
"Keep going! Pound her harder! Wreck those tits!"
"Hahaha, tits aren't enough! Spread her pussy wide! I wanna see Black Dream Butterfly's cunt!"
"Yeah, the pussy! The pussy!"
"Rip it all to shreds! Clothes and pussy! Puahaha!"
"Wahaha, let's see if a female expert's pussy has a gold rim! No way it's like some common slut's, right? Heh heh heh."
"Bear, you got this! Do it, you bastard!"
One-sided cheers. Laced with the filthiest language.
Jang Il had completely claimed the arena's atmosphere.
"Grrgh, how can this be..."
Only the Ox-Mask Man fidgeted anxiously. A massive bet was on the line. The sum was huge, but losing a heartfelt wager always soured the mood.
"Haha, why so nervous? Black Dream Butterfly's finally pulling herself together for one last stand."
Bang So-un's words were pure mockery to anyone listening. But the Ox-Mask Man had no choice but to cling to it.
"R-right. She's got a trump card for sure. A secret move."
He prayed desperately for the Black Dream Butterfly to unleash a perfect reversal.
"Haha, let's hope so."
Bang So-un's eyes gleamed wickedly.
No strength left to hold back. The Black Dream Butterfly channeled all her inner energy. One strike. She'd end it with her ultimate blow.
Slaughter Moon Secret Sword. A secret technique of the Slaughter Moon Divine Art. A devastating slash that tore everything apart.
Her stance sank lower than ever. Her expression more focused than ever.
Meanwhile, Jang Il remained utterly nonchalant. His posture oozed leisure, hands dangling loosely at his sides.
'That carelessness will be your doom.'
Killing intent blazed in her eyes. She'd finish him. In one strike.
'Now!'
Thud! She kicked off hard, her body exploding forward like a storm-riding butterfly. Too fast to track with the naked eye. And then—
Kwaaang!
The sword qi tore the air itself. Everything in its path would be shredded. That was the power of the Slaughter Moon Secret Sword.
It hurtled ferociously toward Jang Il.
'Got him!'
She was certain. He wasn't even reacting properly. She'd cleave his torso in two...
"Expose your pussy."
...Yes... exposing pussy... Master...
Clang!
The Black Dream Butterfly flung her all-out sword aside like trash. And then—
Rip! Tear! Rip!
She shredded her pants like rags. Her undergarments too, torn to bits. The useless scraps hiding her pussy scattered to the floor in perfect tatters.
Now her utterly naked pussy was fully bared before her master. Command successfully executed. Time to respond inwardly.
...Obeyed your command... Master...
She saw her master's finger twitch.
Snap!
She'd cleave his torso in two...
"Wha?!"
Horror filled her eyes as she realized her hand was empty—no sword. But that was just the beginning.
Her bare crotch. Cool air kissing her pussy lips directly. She noticed it immediately.
And then—
"K-KIIIIIAAAAAHHHH!"
Clutching her pussy, the Black Dream Butterfly let out a soul-shattering shriek, her face blank with shock.