Defiling the Arena's Undefeated Champion
The outdoor ravaging at the transformed arena. Even the female expert who had reigned supreme as the undefeated fighter in the secret betting pit until just today. With every last one of her carefully hidden identities laid utterly bare. It was a tantalizing setup in all sorts of ways.
Squelch! Bang So-un's cock plunging into that tantalizing pussy.
"Ahhk!"
A moan burst out. Not the kind from a bitch in heat. A moan of pure pain.
Any woman getting her dog-beaten, wrecked pussy stuffed with cock would cry out like that. Even a female expert was no exception. Before the agony of her cunt, expert status meant jack shit—a fact Gal Sahyeon had proven with every inch of her body.
"Hurts, does it?"
Bang So-un asked with a smirk.
"Y-yes, it does."
Unable to lie, Gal Sahyeon answered straight.
And Bang So-un's reply?
"I like it better that way."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aaak! Ahhkk! Aaaak!"
Bang So-un ramped up the force, a grin of delight on his face.
Every man harbors some sadism. For a guy like Bang So-un, with his overwhelming urge to dominate, it went without saying. And that sadistic thrill amplified even more when the target was a strong woman.
Tormenting a weak bitch barely stirred the cock. It was boring as hell. That's why a female expert was perfect prey.
She was powerful. Almost no one in the world could sadistically toy with such women. Just belonging to that rare breed was arousing enough. And the more renowned and mighty she was, the greater the thrill.
Gal Sahyeon—the Black Dream Butterfly and Solitary Demon Wolf—was more than enough to ignite his conquest lust. Seeing a powerhouse like her in pain. Especially while her pussy was being violated by cock. It was a flavor all its own.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Agh! Aaak! Ahhkk! Ahhk! Aaaak!"
Screams erupted nonstop alongside her barely contained expression, on the verge of tears as she endured the torment. That pitiful look didn't evoke pity in Bang So-un. If anything, it fueled his pleasure.
"Oh, right—were you a virgin, you slut?"
Bang So-un confirmed casually.
A married woman's charms had their appeal, but nothing beat a virgin's unique tightness.
"Ah... ahhk...! Y-yes... aaaak...! I-I a-am...!"
Gal Sahyeon squeezed out the words amid the agony.
"Heh, thought so."
Bang So-un flashed a satisfied smile. No hymen, but Jang Il's beatings must've shredded it. Though honestly, after her pussy got pummeled to ruin, an intact hymen would've been the real surprise.
Either way, virgin confirmed—time for that extra-special treat.
"I'll pound you till you can't walk straight."
Grinning wickedly, Bang So-un thrust with full power.
Stagger... stagger.
Gal Sahyeon trudged in place, dripping fresh cum—the first ever shot into her pussy—from her wrecked hole. Calling it "walking" was generous. The pain from her mangled cunt turned her into a ridiculous, grotesque waddle. Yet she strained to wiggle that massive ass as best she could, drawing even bigger laughs.
"Puhahaha!"
Bang So-un—the culprit behind it all—finally lost it and burst out laughing.
"Puhuhu!"
Jang Il clutched his gut, howling too.
How long did they laugh? Wiping tears of mirth, Bang So-un spoke.
"High-and-mighty female experts with all that pride... peel back one layer, and they end up like that."
"Heh, obviously. All pussied bitches are the same in the end."
"Haha, damn right."
The master and servant shared another hearty chuckle.
Bang So-un shifted topics.
"Anyway, this test was a smashing success."
"Yes, young master. Proves we can handle even top-tier first-rate female experts no sweat. That sow pussy bitch is living proof, heh heh."
Jang Il replied with brimming confidence.
"Hahat, exactly."
Bang So-un nodded toward Gal Sahyeon, still ass-wiggling and staggering, then continued.
"Time to prep the next test."
"Already?"
"Haha, a true escort leader always eyes the next move."
"As expected of you, young master."
Jang Il gave a thumbs-up.
Bang So-un grinned.
"Once we're back in Hangzhou, we'll map it out."
With that, they wrapped up their triumphant arena conquest.
Hangzhou's Red Flower Pavilion. It looked the same from outside, but everything had changed inside. The seventh-floor pavilion master's private chamber proved it—unlike usual, it wasn't just Bang So-un, Jang Il, and Eun Hwa-yeong.
Shockingly, four other courtesans were there.
Cheong, Pung, Myeong, and Wol—the pavilion's top-grade stars.
These elite courtesans were up to things no top-grade girl would ever do.
Cheong, stark naked without even a thong, plucking strings on her pippa.
Pung and Myeong dancing nude.
And Wol, sprawled bare, her tits and pussy serving as platters for snacks and drinks.
Utterly degrading displays no elite courtesan would tolerate. Yet their faces showed no emotion. Eyes vacant and unfocused. Perfectly deep in hypnosis.
A vivid sign of who now ruled Red Flower Pavilion.
Swish.
Bang So-un, looking pleased, picked up a piece of meat from Wol's breast with his chopsticks.
Service no guest, no matter how elite, could dream of in a brothel.
Munch munch.
"Haha, hits different like this."
"Couldn't agree more, young master."
Jang Il chimed in with a laugh, already savoring his own body-served treats.
"Dancing's killer too."
Legs splayed wide to flaunt their pussies, hips grinding obscenely. A vulgar dance even low-grade whores wouldn't touch.
Performed buck naked? Eye candy overload.
"Heh, spot on again, young master."
Jang Il nodded eagerly.
"And the music caps it off—pure bliss."
Top-grade pippa skills. Plus, those tits jiggling with every strum? Extra spice.
"Indeed, young master."
Jang Il grinned.
The harmonious pair savored their total dominion over Red Flower Pavilion.
As booze and snacks flowed in that merry mood, Bang So-un got to business.
"Next up: peak experts, Jang Il."
"Right on, young master."
"Honestly, no clue how it'll go."
Jang Il's internal energy was solidly peak-level. But his martial insight? Not quite there.
If full prowess factored in, overpowering a peak female expert like a first-rate would be tough.
But if it was just raw energy? Different story.
"I think the same."
Jang Il seemed unsure too. Well, only testing would tell.
"Anyway, won't be like with the Black Dream Butterfly. Probably riskier."
That's why they needed isolated peak targets—no factions. Backing meant headaches.
So far, two peak female experts conquered: Yeon Su-rin and Eun Hwa-yeong.
Yeon Su-rin fell easy once her boss, Hwang Bo-seol, was under control.
Eun Hwa-yeong? Took long prep, traps, and bloody fights.
If the Hao Sect's fox needed that much, orthodox sect peaks were off-limits for now.
Not impossible, of course. With their resources and wits, viable targets existed.
But no need to risk it all just for a test.
"I'm ready whenever, young master."
Jang Il grinned confidently. Stronger energy made him even more reliable. His arena showing exceeded expectations.
Bang So-un smiled faintly and called out.
"Horny pussy fox."
"Awoo!"
"...Why the fox impression in Red Flower Pavilion?"
"S-sorry! J-just a momentary identity glitch..."
"Puhahaha!"
Jang Il doubled over laughing. Bang So-un chuckled wryly before continuing.
"Enjoy playing beast?"
"Y-yes, Master."
"How so?"
"No thoughts... just obey your commands..."
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un roared at her cautious reply.
"Good answer. But you're Red Flower Pavilion master and Hao Sect Hangzhou branch head. Keep that clever brain spinning to serve me—like with this trap."
He was pleased with her intel and role in the scheme. That's the perk of a useful slave.
"O-of course, Master! This pussy fox will exhaust herself in her post for you alone!"
"Good. Bring the intel you gathered."
"Yes, Master!"
Eun Hwa-yeong bowed politely and presented the documents.