Black Dream Butterfly's Total Humiliation as a Sow
The Black Dream Butterfly didn't respond—she wasn't the Black Dream Butterfly anymore. In the arena, what was the most unimaginable form of defeat? It seemed the answer had come today.
The cold, elegant supreme warrior who had reigned supreme in the underground fighting pit. Now, she stood utterly powerless before countless spectators, her naked body not even covered by a single strand of pubic hair. Fighting spirit? Pride? Killing intent? All those emotions that had once been natural to the real Black Dream Butterfly had vanished without a trace, washed clean.
In their place were feelings worlds apart. Eyes swollen from endless crying. The terror in those eyes was like that of a frightened puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. No—even worse. A face completely overtaken by fear and dread. And on top of that, a desperate, piteous plea. The kind that instinctively tugged at the heartstrings of anyone watching.
But everyone knew that piteous desperation was begging, "Please, no more... no more hitting my pussy... please forgive my pussy..." All it drew was laughter.
"Black Dream Butterfly."
Jang Il called out to her leisurely, arms crossed.
But...
"......"
The Black Dream Butterfly didn't answer. She knew. She wasn't the Black Dream Butterfly anymore.
Watching her stay silent, Jang Il grinned with satisfaction. And then...
"Sow."
He tossed out the word.
Then...
"Oink! Snort! Oink!"
The Black Dream Butterfly let out pig squeals with all her might. She didn't forget to crawl on all fours across the arena floor like a pig, wiggling her ass vigorously. Of course. She was a sow, after all. Her great master had drilled that into her with overwhelming violence.
She'd realized it while her pussy was beaten half to death. And she'd realized it again and again. That a pussy bitch like her could only submit completely when her pussy was smacked—no resistance possible.
"Oink! Snort!"
In front of the opponent she'd just tried to kill—and before the horde of spectators—the Black Dream Butterfly kept crawling around, mimicking a pig in the most humiliating way. The bizarre, grotesque spectacle, unseen anywhere else, ignited a feverish response from the crowd.
"Hahaha! The Black Dream Butterfly's totally turned into a sow!"
"Can't believe it even watching it. Taming that Black Dream Butterfly."
"Pfft, do all bitches freeze up like that when their pussies get hit? Gotta try it on the wife when I get home."
"Hey now, only a bear like him could pull that off. You'd get reported to the authorities in a heartbeat."
"Haha, just kidding, kidding. Still, getting this vicarious thrill from the bear—pure bliss."
"Yeah, best ever, Bear! You're the king!"
Had any fighter in the history of this shadowy arena ever drawn such a roaring reaction? Probably not. The crowd's fervor for Jang Il was off the charts.
An unimaginable fight, an unimaginable outcome. Plus the erotic sight of a peak female expert's naked body. Entertainment, victory, and eye candy all in one—it was only natural for the spectators to go wild.
Even the referee couldn't call it despite the clear win, too caught up in prolonging the crowd's ecstasy. Satisfying the audience was as good as guaranteeing repeat customers.
A hundred out of a hundred would come back, wallets stuffed, after a show this epic. No doubt about it.
Jang Il savored the crowd's frenzy with a sly grin.
"Enough."
"Oink!"
The Black Dream Butterfly stopped instantly.
"Back to pussy bitch stance."
"Yes, Master!"
She sprang up into parade rest, thrusting out her tits and pussy without a hint of shame, hands clasped behind her back. A pose no martial woman could ever take. It was absolute submission—baring every vulnerability, declaring total helplessness.
As if testing her mindset matched the pose, Jang Il swung his massive hand at her defenseless form.
Smack!
His palm slammed into her right tit, sending it jiggling wildly. From a hulking brute like him, mercilessly swung—it had to hurt like hell. Especially a weak spot no female expert could toughen.
But...
"Ahk! Th-thank you for smacking this pussy bitch's tits, Master!"
She endured the pain stoically, thanking him instead.
Taking unilateral punishment on her shameful parts. Enduring sadistic violence beyond tolerance—and thanking him for it? It proved she was a fully broken bitch. No, livestock.
(She'd already forfeited her humanity crawling like a sow.)
"Heh."
Jang Il chuckled in satisfaction. Breaking arrogant bitches was always fun, but doing it before a crowd? A special thrill. Possible only in this anonymous pit.
He'd even toyed with exposing her true identity to everyone by force—but decided against it. The Black Dream Butterfly would serve faithfully as slave and livestock from now on. As part of the Broken Flowers Unit. Revealing her would complicate external operations. Too risky for loose ends.
Better to just enjoy it. Turning her into a sow and pussy bitch was plenty entertaining.
Maybe play with her a bit more.
Might as well wrap up properly on this stage. The young master watching would enjoy it too.
Twisting his lips into a smirk, Jang Il spoke again.
"Hey, pussy bitch."
"Yes, Master!"
"You laughed at me inside when I first went for your tits, right?"
She flinched hard, body trembling. Fearing reprimand—and what it would lead to. More violence on her already mangled pussy. Pain beyond imagination. She'd never felt agony like that in her life. No confidence she could endure it again.
Terror made her swollen pussy lips quiver reflexively.
"Answer me, you pussy bitch."
His scary urging. Answer immediately—or his foot would fly straight to her pussy.
"Y-yes, Master..."
Trembling in fear, she admitted it honestly. Of course. No lies tolerated before her master. Answer every question truthfully. Even if he asked about her forbidden identity—she'd confess without hesitation.
"What do you mean 'yes'? Say it."
"I-I laughed, Master..."
"Why?"
"I thought it was a ridiculous attack that'd never land..."
Truly comical. Shaking in terror, yet spilling the punishable truth so candidly. The contradiction was hilarious.
"Pfft."
Jang Il burst out laughing, unable to hold it. Then he sneered.
"Ah, right. A ridiculous attack that'd never land. Well, here comes that ridiculous attack again."
Whoosh!
Smack!
His palm crushed her left tit.
"Ahhk! Th-thank you for smacking this pussy bitch's tits, Master!"
"Huh? What're you doing? Not dodging the un-dodgeable attack?"
"I-I can't dodge..."
Whoosh!
Smack!
"Aak! Th-thank you for smacking this pussy bitch's tits, Master!"
Her words cut off mid-sentence as she hurriedly thanked him. Jang Il smirked at the pathetic sight.
"Skip the thanks."
"Y-yes, Master!"
"Here it comes again."
Her hellish ordeal restarted. Her tits already beet-red and swollen, covered in countless handprints. Each smack hurt worse.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jang Il battered her tits relentlessly, taunting nonstop.
"What? Not dodging? Dodge it. Hurry up and evade this ridiculous un-dodgeable attack."
"Aak! Aaaahk! Hiiik! Hwaaak!"
She screamed in agony endlessly. Until finally...
"Hweeeong! This p-pussy bitch can't possibly dodge Master's tit attack! Hic! Wh-when Master swings, this pussy bitch can only take it! Eeeong! P-please forgive this retarded pussy bitch's retarded thoughts that forgot her place! P-please, Master!"
She wailed like a child, tears streaming madly, begging for mercy.