Black Dream Butterfly's Pussy-Shattering Humiliation
Hweeeeeek!! As a woman scraping by on a sword in the brutal jianghu, Gal Sahyeon had seen it all. Teasing was routine, and plenty of bastards had tried groping or even rape. But she'd always come out unscathed. Because she had the strength. She'd sliced off the hands of gropers and lopped off the heads of would-be rapists. That's how she'd lived. And because she'd lived that way, nothing much fazed her anymore. That was why she hadn't flinched at the Blood Ghost Fiend or the Bear's filthy banter.
But now...
The Black Dream Butterfly was in a state of utter panic for the first time in her life, her mind on the verge of shattering.
"Kya aaaak!"
A shrill scream escaped her lips. Her vision blurred, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. It was inevitable.
Her pussy. That most precious and shameful part of a woman—she'd never shown it to anyone since infancy. Not once.
And now... in front of this man defiling her in the arena, surrounded by all these leering spectators.
No wonder her pride as a top female expert couldn't hold up.
Gal Sahyeon's face drained to a ghostly pallor. Cold sweat poured down her body in rivers. She barely managed to cover her pussy with both hands, stumbling backward.
Jang Il didn't press her. He just stood there, arms crossed, a leisurely smile on his face.
Only then did a thought pierce her haze: 'Wh-what the hell happened...?!'
She'd definitely unleashed her ultimate strike on the Bear. That much was certain. But suddenly, her sword vanished from her hand, and her lower body was stripped bare. An incomprehensible situation.
No answers. But one suspicion flashed through her mind.
'Ugh, could it be... sorcery?'
The jianghu was vast, martial arts as numerous as grains of sand. Among them were sinister sorceries, mostly wielded by vile demonic outlaws.
She didn't know much about sorcery, so she couldn't be sure. But if not sorcery, how else could she end up like this?
'Damn it, I got careless.'
Gal Sahyeon chalked it up to her own carelessness—hitting her with sorcery in that split second of lapse.
At that moment, Jang Il cocked his head smugly.
"Heh. Finally grasping your place, you pussy bitch? Yeah, that's right—spread that pussy wide and wait for the man's judgment. Isn't that how it should be?"
"Ughhh..."
Her body trembled with humiliation and shame. Rage boiled up uncontrollably. The pride of a top female expert still burned strong.
Extreme degradation and shame, but not defeat. That's why her pride held.
"Fine, pussy bitch! Since you've finally figured out your place, get on your knees at my feet, slam your forehead to the ground, and make a heartfelt declaration of defeat. Then I'll forgive you."
Jang Il bellowed.
Absurd words. No martial artist would choose such impossible humiliation over death.
Gal Sahyeon was no different. Rage shoved her shame aside. She reignited her killing intent, eyes locking on her fallen sword. Close enough. She could grab it first.
The fight wasn't over. Not yet.
"I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!"
Roaring like a lioness, the Black Dream Butterfly lunged.
"Wh-what the hell just happened?"
"Why'd the Black Dream Butterfly rip her own clothes off...?"
"Is she crazy? Has she lost it?"
The audience buzzed. Naturally. No one could have imagined such a scene.
"No, wait. That's resolve."
Someone spoke gravely.
"Resolve?"
"What bullshit is that?"
The others scoffed. But...
"Think about it. The crowd was all cheering for the Bear. And what'd they yell? Rip open the Black Dream Butterfly's pussy, show us that cunt—insane stuff like that."
"So?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Hmph, everything. She's showing resolve to the crowd. Like, 'Look at my pussy if you want. I don't give a shit—I'm focused only on victory.'"
"Huh?"
"Kinda intriguing..."
The crowd started buying in. But...
"Then what's with that ripping scream? Why's she covering her pussy?"
A solid counter. Yet the resolve theorist brushed it off casually.
"Heh, obvious—acting. To make the opponent drop his guard."
"What? Acting?"
"Duh. The momentum had shifted to the Bear. She realized that. To flip it, she needed something drastic."
"...And that's acting?"
"Yep. Look at the Bear—arms crossed, totally relaxed. He's dropped his guard."
"Damn, now that you mention it..."
"He's the picture of complacency."
More spectators fell for the theory.
"But that acting only works if she still wants to fight..."
"Whoa!"
"Black Dream Butterfly's moving again!"
"What insane fighting spirit?!"
"..."
The skeptic shut up.
"That's the proof!"
The theorist crowed triumphantly.
"Alright, I like that resolve!"
"We saw the pussy good—go get 'em, Black Dream Butterfly!"
"Hahaha, naked finisher? Awesome! Finish him, Black Dream Butterfly!"
Before long, cheers for her emerged. One stray comment had bizarrely swayed the mood.
In this weird atmosphere, the final clash between the Bear and the Black Dream Butterfly loomed.
Thud.
Gal Sahyeon snatched her sword in a flash. Her mind was ice-cold. No carelessness. No carelessness. Pure, ruthless calm. Stay calm, and sorcery won't touch you.
'Here I go!'
Her form fluttered like a butterfly. Naked, but utterly unselfconscious. Focused solely on victory.
"Ho, not bad momentum."
Jang Il grinned. He was enjoying this fight for real. Why? Because he couldn't lose. Bound to be fun.
Shick. Shick. Shiiik.
Her killing-intent sword traced multiple lines in the air. This time, Phantom Butterfly—flashy moves over speed to end it.
Meanwhile, Jang Il glanced at his right foot. Then at her exposed pussy between her thighs.
One spot. Nothing else needed. Hammer that one relentlessly, and she'd truly learn her place.
"Listen up. In moments, you'll be sobbing, begging me to spare your worthless life."
"Hah, what crap!"
Gal Sahyeon sneered coldly, sword dancing. It looked ready to shred Jang Il's flesh.
But right then—
"Hup! Eat this, pussy bitch!"
Jang Il roared, slamming his foot forward. Straight...
Thwuuuuck!
"Hweeeeeek!!"
A sow-like scream she'd never uttered before exploded from Gal Sahyeon's mouth.
Thwuck!
"Hrrghghghghghghghk!!"
Thwuuuck!
"Hrrgrgrgrgrgrgrgrk!!"
Thwuck!
"Eekekekekekekekekek!!"
Thwuuuuck!
"Ogrgrgrgrgrgrgrgrk!!"
Sow screams echoed endlessly. Gal Sahyeon was already out cold. Her body convulsed nonstop like she'd been struck by lightning.
Inevitable. Between her spread legs, her vital spot—her pussy—kept taking Jang Il's kicks.
Her pussy lips were so grotesquely swollen they lost all shape. Unbearable agony had her piss herself; yellow stains soaked the floor.
And finally—
"Gurgle..."
Eyes rolled back, foam at her mouth, the Black Dream Butterfly passed out.
Truth be told, even before fainting, her eyes were 80% whites—mind nearly gone.
At least unconsciousness brought relief. But Jang Il wasn't merciful to bitches who forgot their place and crawled back.
"Where do you think you're passing out on your own, you pussy bitch?!"
Thwuuuuuuck!
An even harder pussy kick. The pain forcibly yanked her brain awake.
"Hweeeeeek!!"
Her eyes snapped open amid instinctive sow shrieks. Freshly revived, her mind was foggy, deranged.
But the next blow snapped it clear.
Thwuuuck!
"Ogohgohgohgogogogoooook!!"
In that fleeting moment of clarity, animal survival instinct hammered her brain.
It became one thought.
"Pl-please spare meeee! Spare meeee! P-please stop, I beg yoooouuu!"
Her desperate plea came out sow-like too. The instinct of a bitch tamed by a man's blows.
Jang Il's lips curled in pure delight—the smile of a man who'd fully conquered a tough, fierce woman.
But not yet. Not enough.
"That's not how you beg, you retarded bitch!"
"Th-th-th-then howwww?!"
"Figure it out yourself, you braindead pussy bitch!"
Thwuuuuuuck!
"Hweeeeeek!!"
Gal Sahyeon's wretched, horrific torment showed no sign of ending anytime soon.