A Complete Defeat Declaration Turns Everyone On
In the center of the arena, Jang Il stood arrogantly, exuding an air of utter dominance as if he owned the entire place. Yet no one could utter a word against his brazen attitude. After all, in this moment, the undisputed star captivating every eye in the arena was none other than Jang Il.
Before him knelt the Black Dream Butterfly, barely regaining her senses. Her legs trembled violently, on the verge of collapse. For a woman, her most precious and vulnerable spot had been struck dozens—nay, hundreds—of times. Even a female super peak expert couldn't endure such punishment. The mere fact that she was still holding on spoke volumes about her extraordinary mental fortitude.
Or, viewed another way, it underscored just how excruciating the pain of having her pussy battered was—even someone with her iron will couldn't withstand it, reduced to total submission.
Thud! The Black Dream Butterfly dropped to her knees on the arena floor. A female super peak expert of such immense pride, who had never knelt before anyone save her parents. Yet before Jang Il, those knees were as worthless as rags. They'd already knelt so many times they were scraped raw, blood trickling from the wounds.
She didn't stop there. Thud! Her forehead slammed into the ground before Jang Il's feet. A posture she'd never once assumed in her life, given her towering pride. But before Jang Il, it too was as worthless as rags. Her forehead, battered from repeated impacts against the stone, was swollen and split, bloodstains clearly visible.
In this pose of utter submission, the Black Dream Butterfly's legs weren't pressed together—they splayed open sloppily. Her massive ass, covered in countless red handprints, thrust upward. Naturally, the space between her thighs was fully exposed. Her pitifully mangled pussy and cute little asshole laid bare for all to see.
"Do it," Jang Il spat curtly at her.
What was "it"? Her next action made it clear.
"Yes! Master! This sow pussy bitch will now declare her complete defeat before the great Master!"
A defeat declaration. No true warrior would ever utter such a humiliating thing—not unless they were a fool. "Win or die" was their creed. Yet here it came from the lips of the Black Dream Butterfly, the undefeated champion of the pits.
And it wasn't just any defeat declaration—it was a complete defeat. She demeaned herself as a sow pussy bitch, lower than human scum, while elevating her foe—her enemy—to the exalted title of "Master." Stark naked, every shameful inch of her body on display.
An absolute humiliation no female super peak expert—no ordinary woman—could fathom. A disgrace that made death seem trivial by comparison.
But not a trace of suppressed shame marred the Black Dream Butterfly's face. Only absolute obedience. Her Master's command had been given; she simply obeyed. No tamed dog would wear such a devoted expression. In her mind, every word from Jang Il was an all-encompassing edict. Beaten like a dog in her pussy, she'd come to realize it—not just with reason, but with her very instincts, over and over.
And that realization now poured from her lips, loud enough for the entire audience to hear.
"The Black Dream Butterfly dared to defy her Master!"
She emphasized each word, no doubt on Jang Il's orders. It rang crystal clear in the ears of the spectators.
But there was something odd. She'd suddenly referred to herself in the third person as "the Black Dream Butterfly." Another of Jang Il's instructions? They'd see soon enough.
"The Black Dream Butterfly overstepped her place and tried to kill her Master!"
"She mocked Master's attacks as worthless misses, like some brain-dead idiot!"
"Thankfully, the great Master personally enlightened this pathetic bitch, the Black Dream Butterfly!"
"She reveled in the joy of enlightenment as Master beat her tits and pussy to a pulp!"
"Ahh, to grant enlightenment even to a worm like the Black Dream Butterfly—what a magnificent Master!"
"The Black Dream Butterfly will now confess every detail of that obvious, inevitable enlightenment before all you witnesses here!"
Anyone could hear the abject humiliation in her words, yet her voice brimmed with rapture and excitement. This was taming far beyond mere breaking. The audience gaped in awe, tongues clicking in admiration.
The Black Dream Butterfly's declaration continued.
"The Black Dream Butterfly can only take whatever beatings Master deigns to give!"
"Even if it's her tits!"
"Even if it's her pussy!"
"All the power the Black Dream Butterfly has cultivated is worth less than the shit stuck in Master's asshole—utterly worthless!"
"Before Master, the Black Dream Butterfly is thoroughly powerless!"
"For such a powerless bitch to call herself the Black Dream Butterfly is absurd!"
"A powerless bitch can't move like a butterfly in a dream!"
"A powerless bitch lacks even the ability to wear black clothes!"
"A powerless bitch's black clothes can only be shredded to rags before Master!"
"A powerless bitch can only stand before Master as a naked body, tits, pussy, pussy hair, and asshole all lewdly exposed!"
Her words were clearly making the men incredibly horny. The situation, her stance, her speech—everything. The swelling in the audience's pants gave it away. Even Bang So-un, watching from the prime VIP seats, sported a raging hard-on. And Jang Il himself, the man of the hour, was of course fully erect and throbbing with pleasure.
"A bitch who can't move like a butterfly in a dream is not the Black Dream Butterfly!"
"A naked bitch who can't wear black clothes is not the Black Dream Butterfly!"
"The Black Dream Butterfly is not the Black Dream Butterfly!"
In denying her own identity, everyone realized why Jang Il had ordered her to refer to herself that way. And they were impressed. A man who understood arousal this deeply—worthy of being called one of the Murim's absolutes. At least, to everyone here.
"She is not the Black Dream Butterfly!"
"She is not the Black Dream Butterfly!"
"She is not the Black Dream Butterfly!"
Perfectly timing the emphasis to heighten the mood, she ground herself even deeper into the dirt.
"Such a bitch isn't even human!"
"Lower than human!"
"No different from livestock!"
"She's definitely livestock!"
"A sow!"
"A pussy bitch!"
"A sow pussy bitch!"
"Oink! Oiiink! Oink!"
In the end, even pig squeals from the Black Dream Butterfly. And then—
"Oink!"
"Oiiink!"
"Oink! Oink!"
Her complete defeat declaration delivered in pig squeals. She'd fully transformed into a sow herself. As if her very identity had become one.
Laughter exploded from the crowd. The ridiculous gap between Black Dream Butterfly and sow was pure comedy gold. All part of Jang Il's design, no doubt.
Jang Il smirked and spat, "Speak in human words so people can understand, you stupid sow bitch."
"Ah, forgive me, Master! This stupid sow pussy bitch didn't realize! As per Master's words, the sow pussy bitch will now speak in human tongue!"
Only then did the Black Dream Butterfly revert to human speech. The comedic shift drew another wave of roaring laughter.
"The sow pussy bitch has been completely defeated by Master!"
"From head to toe—no, from tits to pussy—utterly defeated!"
"This completely defeated sow pussy bitch duly submits to the great victor, Master!"
"She surrenders! Obeys! Serves! Worships!"
"All the worthless power this sow pussy bitch has cultivated will be used only to obey Master!"
"All the meager wealth this sow pussy bitch has gathered will be offered to Master!"
"She offers her entire body!"
"Her battered tits and pussy, the proof and mark of total defeat, belong to Master!"
"Even every strand of this sow pussy bitch's pussy hair belongs to Master!"
"This sow pussy bitch's heart belongs to Master!"
"The sow pussy bitch will not think!"
"The sow pussy bitch will obey only Master's commands!"
The declaration reached a fever pitch. Everyone savored it in aroused delight. Such a spectacle—a female super peak expert's monumental defeat declaration—was nowhere else to be seen.
And finally, the finale.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Black Dream Butterfly smashed her forehead into the ground nine times, tearing it open. The nine kowtow ritual. The ultimate act of humiliation.
Of course, for her now, it suited her perfectly.
"Please, Master, humbly take this sow pussy bitch as your livestock! Let her obey you as your beast for life! She will serve Master with her whole body! She'll diligently use her tits and pussy to pleasure you!"
A plea that demolished her entire life with her own words. A perfect capstone.
The crowd's reaction said they agreed.
Jang Il smiled in satisfaction. No man alive could refuse such a plea.
With his filthy shoe, he pressed down hard on the back of her head.
"Urk!" A strangled groan escaped her as her breath was cut off. But all she could do was endure.
Jang Il lifted his foot, pleased. "Fine. I accept you. Be grateful for life."
"Th-thank you! Thank you, Master! This boundless grace—she will repay it eternally as your livestock!"
"Good, sow bitch. First order."
"Yes! Yes, Master!"
Jang Il leaned down to her forehead-planted head and whispered.
"Listen well. Once you leave here, disguise yourself repeatedly to ensure no tail follows…."
His crucial words were murmured so no one else could hear.
"…and come here, got it?"
"Yes! Master!"
The newly minted livestock responded vigorously to her Master's first command.