Absolute Terror Etched into Her Pussy
The Black Dream Butterfly, her pussy forever branded with absolute terror, begged through her tears. But Jang Il didn't so much as blink. This arrogant bitch had tried to kill him in the most brutal way possible. When it came to enforcing discipline, it had to be done thoroughly. So thoroughly that she'd never dare lift her head again. No, just the sight of him should make her tremble in fear, her pussy quivering uncontrollably.
"Stop crying."
Jang Il spat the words in a dry voice.
"Hic... sniffl... "
"I said stop crying. If you don't quit right now, I'll kick that pussy ten more times."
"Hic! Y-yes, Master!"
Terrified, the Black Dream Butterfly desperately stifled her sobs. At this point, nothing frightened her more than getting kicked in the pussy. Nothing in her entire life had ever terrified her like this. In the face of that fear, even a ruthless female super peak expert like her became nothing more than a frail, pathetic bitch.
"Fine, since you've finally grasped your place, I'll commend that much. Be grateful, you pussy bitch."
"Gasp! Th-thank you! Truly, thank you, Master!"
At Jang Il's unexpected words, a flicker of relief returned to the Black Dream Butterfly's fear-stricken face. She didn't care what happened to anything else. As long as her mangled pussy didn't get kicked anymore. That was her one desperate wish.
But.
"Then I'll ask again." Jang Il threw out a new question, a twisted smile on his lips.
"Y-yes, Master!"
"You definitely mocked me more than that, didn't you? There has to be more. Your eyes were full of that condescending glare. I know your type inside and out."
Her pupils shook violently again at his words. Her face drained white, as if the returning terror was choking her. But what drove her even madder was the unbreakable rule in her master's presence: she could not lie. She had to answer honestly, no matter what. If she didn't...
Tremble, tremble, tremble. Just the thought made her pitifully swollen pussy lips convulse wildly. Her body remembered the overwhelming terror. No—in this case, it was more accurate to say her pussy remembered the overwhelming terror.
She could never overcome the fear etched so deeply into her pussy. Expert or not, that was the instinct of any bitch.
"Y-yes, Master... You're right, Master."
It was inevitable that she'd admit it honestly.
"Haha, of course. I told you I know your kind well."
Jang Il let out a hearty laugh and continued.
"So tell me. What did you mock?"
The Black Dream Butterfly stammered in a trembling voice.
"...G-getting hit in the crotch... is something only idiots deserve... Getting hit there is so fucking stupid... I thought I'd never fall for such a lame attack... I mocked it... Master..."
"Puhahaha! Good, very good."
Jang Il clapped his hands, roaring with laughter.
"Only a bitch with that level of arrogance is worth breaking. That's what makes it fun."
"Y-yes, Master..."
Even agreeing like an idiot that she was an arrogant bitch worth breaking for the fun of it. It was utterly ridiculous. A perfect display of how thoroughly her mind had crumbled.
"Good. Now hands on your head."
"Y-yes, Master!"
The Black Dream Butterfly immediately raised her hands above her head.
"Spread those legs wide and squat like a crab."
"Y-yes! Master!"
She spread her legs as wide as they could go, knees bent awkwardly in a squat. A pose she'd never taken in her life. Of course not. What woman would ever splay her crotch wide open in such a humiliating stance?
But the Black Dream Butterfly had no choice. It was the solemn command of the most terrifying master in the world.
"Perfect."
Jang Il grinned at the vulgar pose. A chill of dread crawled up her spine. Goosebumps rose, and her pussy lips quivered again. Her anxiety was spot on.
"Perfect for pussy-kicking."
"Wh-what?! P-please, forgive me... Master... Please..."
She begged in a pitiful, heartbreaking voice. A tone so desperate it could melt even the hardest heart. Unbelievable for a female super peak expert.
But her opponent was Jang Il. A ruthless tyrant who crushed female experts like rats. Unlucky for her—she'd met her perfect match.
"Forgive you? What nonsense. You said only idiots and retards get hit in the crotch. So just dodge it like the 'lame attack' you mocked."
"M-Master... Th-that was when this stupid pussy bitch didn't know her place..."
"Here comes the lame attack."
Jang Il's powered kick flew straight toward the wide-open space between her legs.
Thwack!
"Hiiiieeeek!!"
A scream of insane agony. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing. Foam-like spit drooled from her mouth.
Thud! Her stance collapsed, knees hitting the floor. Maintaining her hands on her head through that was a testament to her mental fortitude. She knew from hellish experience that the moment she tried to cover or protect her pussy, the pain would be far worse.
"Aw, too bad. Why didn't you dodge? Why take it like a retard, mighty Black Dream Butterfly? Anyway, better get back into crab stance, right?"
Jang Il clucked his tongue mockingly. At those words...
"I-I'm standing! Pussy spread wide in crab stance, Master!"
Her mind snapped alert at the threat. She desperately hauled herself up, resuming the squat. Proof of how profoundly the terror was etched into her pussy. Despite the excruciating pain, her body and mind moved to minimize the kicks—even by a little.
Satisfied, Jang Il smiled.
"Good girl. That's the proper look for a pussy bitch. Hmm... Since you finally grasped your place and answered honestly, I'll graciously limit it to three more."
"Th-thank you! Master! Truly, thank you!"
Her face lit up with tearful gratitude. A female super peak expert genuinely thankful for just three more pussy kicks. A sight unseen anywhere in the world. The crowd's ecstatic cheers were only natural.
"Hahaha! Yeah, be grateful for three. An immense mercy to remember for generations."
"They say three pussy kicks pay off a debt of a thousand taels, right? Wahahaha!"
"Puhahat! No master this generous—serve him well. Sparing your wrecked pussy like a saint."
Basking in the crowd's cheers, Jang Il straightened proudly. The finale had to be perfect. In front of witnesses, he needed to clearly show how a chosen ruler like him crushed an arrogant female expert. A half-hearted end wouldn't just disappoint the audience—it offended his pride.
Of course, this underground fight pit made it possible.
'Someday, we'll rule female experts like livestock even in broad daylight.'
For that murim, he and the young master poured everything in. For the young master's pleasure, too, the finale had to be flawless.
'First, enjoy some pussy-kicking, then...'
With a sinister grin, Jang Il moved again.
"Dodge all you want."
His merciless kick flew. Dodging wasn't an option for her.
Thud!
"Hgyaaaah!!"
Her eyes glazed over. Yellow piss dripped again. Her pussy lips—and her whole body—convulsed wildly. Yet she stayed conscious, thanks to her expert's willpower. And the hope: just one more, and it ends.
Without that, she'd have blacked out already.
One... just one more to endure...
"Oh, good. Holding stance well. That's how a super peak bitch should be. Can't be like a regular slut. Even if pussy's an eternal weak spot no bitch can train, your mental endurance is different, right? Makes it hit different. Isn't that right, super peak bitch?"
He sneered, mocking her. Returning her in-match sneers at the perfect moment. Nothing more satisfying.
"Final lame attack incoming."
Thwack!
"Hgueeeek!!"
And finally.
"...Gurgle..."
The Black Dream Butterfly passed out. Eyes fully rolled back, foam drooling, legs splayed wide in the vulgar crab pose—pussy fully exposed—like a dead frog sprawled on the floor.