Night of the Defeated
In the darkest, dampest alleyway of Akron, a man was chewing on the bitter taste of defeat.
It was Luo.
He was nothing more than a loser, miserably discarded after losing everything.
The humiliating defeat he suffered at Kadel's hands, and Hayeon's contemptuous gaze that treated him like a mere insect.
"How dare you... to me...!"
All that mockery and insult had torn his pride to shreds.
"Urgh... That bitch... That fucking Hayeon...! How dare she reduce me to this...!"
He emptied the alcohol bottle in his hand in a single gulp and slammed it violently against the wall.
CRASH!
His rage echoed through the dark alley.
But the only things that received his fury were the cold wall and the musty stench of garbage.
His life had become completely empty after losing Hayeon.
He desperately missed her soft flesh, her trembling breath, and the pleasure of absolute dominance he felt while violating her at his whim.
"Hayeon was mine! Why! Why now of all times...!"
His longing soon twisted into hatred.
Hatred toward Hayeon, who had abandoned him to throw herself into the arms of Kadel and then a Mithril-plate adventurer named Ksenia. And a murderous urge toward the world that had stripped him of everything.
"Damn it! I've been stripped of everything! This world is laughing at me!"
He felt like he was going to lose his mind at this rate.
With stumbling steps, he headed toward Akron's notorious red-light district, the Red Light District.
He needed to break, trample, and violate something right this instant.
Otherwise, his rotting, festering pride would consume him whole.
As he entered the entrance of the Red Light District, the sickening stench of cheap perfume, alcohol, and despair assaulted his nose.
From every window, scantily clad women with exhausted faces were coaxing men inside.
Luo scanned them.
His eyes held no lust, only contempt and fury.
He walked into the most dilapidated-looking building and tossed a pouch of coins to the pimp guarding the entrance.
"Bring me the youngest one. Make sure she's quiet and obedient."
The pimp checked the weight of the pouch, nodded with a servile grin, and went inside.
A moment later, a terrified young prostitute stood before him.
The fact that she looked nothing like Hayeon—and couldn't even hold a candle to Hayeon's beauty—only made Luo feel more miserable.
He grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her up to a creaking, cramped room on the second floor.
"What's your name?"
"...I-I'm Elina."
"Shut up. I don't give a shit about your name."
Luo threw her onto the bed.
As the girl cowered in terror, he roared in anger.
"Why don't you look like her?! Why?! If only you were Hayeon...!"
Losing his mind, he slapped Elina hard across the face.
SLAP!
"Kyaaaah!"
A sharp shriek escaped the girl's lips.
Luo climbed on top of her and ripped her clothes away.
He began to vent the rage of being abandoned by Hayeon onto Elina.
Luo pinned Elina's slender arms above her head and ruthlessly shoved his cock into her pussy without any preparation or foreplay.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ugh...! Ah...! It hurts...! Please...! Spare me...! Ahhh!"
"Shut up, you whore! You're just a bitch who sells her holes for money! You should be grateful I'm even fucking you! You're nothing but a cheap substitute for Hayeon!"
Elina writhed in agony, but she was no match for Luo's strength.
He relished her screams, thrusting his hips even more violently.
Deluding himself into thinking the girl before him was Hayeon, he choked her tightly.
"Urgh... cough... s-spare... me...!"
Choking, Elina thrashed wildly, tears and snot mixing on her face as she struggled desperately.
Her eyes were filled with pure terror; there was no mercy to be found in this madman.
Splat! Slap! Slap!
"Haa... haa...! Do you still not remember me? That slutty hole of yours is only supposed to remember me! Aaaargh!"
"Ugh... sob... please... stop... I feel like I'm going to die...! *Sob, sob*..."
Luo ignored her pleas, violating her until he had poured out every drop of his rage.
Panting like a beast, he discharged his semen deep inside Elina's womb.
Yet, the void in his heart was not filled in the slightest; instead, an even greater sense of futility and self-loathing washed over him.
Without a single moment of rest, Luo flipped Elina over onto her stomach.
Just as he had done to Hayeon in the past, he shoved her head into the bed and impaled her from behind.
Through this humiliating posture, he sought to reaffirm his lost sense of dominance.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Look closely, Hayeon. This was your place. Crawling like a dog beneath me, taking nothing but my cock! And yet you dared to betray me? Does that bitch Ksenia treat you like this? No, she's a woman! She can't give you this kind of pleasure!"
"Ugh...! Mmph...! I was wrong...! I... I was wrong...!"
Already half out of her mind, Elina mechanically spat out the answers he wanted to hear.
She only wished for this hellish nightmare to end as quickly as possible.
Luo felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction at her submission, but it instantly morphed into even greater fury.
This woman was not Hayeon. It was Hayeon's rebellious gaze that had driven Luo so wild.
"No! You're not Hayeon! You fake bitch! Why the hell are you here?!"
He slapped Elina's buttocks violently with his palm.
Smack! Slap! Slap!
"Kyaah...!"
"Haa... haa...! Why... why does this always happen to me...! I thought I had everything...! Why?!"
"Ugh... sob... spare me... please... *sob*..."
His rage was now directed at himself.
He couldn't bear his own helplessness and sense of defeat.
He abused Elina's body as if it were his own alter ego, surrendering himself to self-destructive pleasure.
Hot tears streamed down his face.
Weeping, Luo pulled Elina up and forced her to kneel in front of the bed.
His shaft, not yet fully flaccid, stood angry and erect right before her eyes.
"Look at me, and swallow it with your mouth. You can't reject me!"
Elina shook her head, weeping, but Luo's rough hand gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open.
He shoved his member into her mouth.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
Elina gagged in disgust, but Luo grabbed her hair and shoved himself even deeper. She choked and gasped for air.
"Lick it! Suck it! Just like Hayeon! Lick it like a whore begging for my cock!"
Along with his rage-filled abuse, his shaft thrust violently in and out of her throat.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Elina resisted desperately, but she could not overcome Luo's mad strength.
Slurp... suck... pop...
Eventually, she began to pleasure his shaft just as he demanded.
Within him, his hatred and desire for revenge against Hayeon grew even deeper.
Luo laid Elina back down on the bed and climbed on top of her.
But this time, he didn't insert himself inside her.
Instead, his rough hands began to violently grope her inner thighs and breasts.
"Hayeon... your pussy is so wet... why did you run away from me? You feisty bitch... you missed my touch this much, didn't you? Your nipples are so hard... your body is begging for me!"
He groped Elina's body roughly, letting out groans mixed with curses and the name of the fantasy Hayeon.
Elina experienced pain and humiliation, shivering as she only wished for this time to end quickly.
"Ugh... sob... ugh..."
"You... slutty bitch... *pant, pant*!"
Luo continued his violent groping on top of her body, his desires never truly satisfied.
He wanted to possess Hayeon completely, but the one before his eyes was not her.
When it was all over, Luo dragged his exhausted body up and shoved Elina off the bed.
Dragging her bruised body, she curled up in a corner and sobbed.
Luo didn't even spare her a glance.
He put on his clothes and tossed a few remaining coins at her.
"Get out."
Stumbling to her feet, Elina cast an anxious glance, terrified that Luo might change his mind.
Once she confirmed he wasn't looking, she held her breath and quietly slipped out of the room.
Luo had poured all his desire and rage into the prostitute's body, but all that remained was a terrible emptiness and self-loathing.
Hayeon's absence felt even larger.
Hayeon... I will definitely... definitely make you kneel at my feet. Hayeon. You will be mine again. I'll break you so thoroughly that you won't be able to live without me...
He muttered to himself in the darkness.
His eyes burned red with vengeance. The night of the defeated deepened, and his soul plunged into an endless abyss.
Just then, in the darkest corner of the room, a shadow seemed to sway, and a low voice echoed.
"Splendid rage. That despair, that thirst... It is a pure energy that only those who have lost everything can possess."
Startled, Luo whipped around.
Standing there was a man wearing a deep hood that completely concealed his face, though Luo had no idea how long he had been present.
"W-who are you?!"
Luo reflexively drew the dagger at his waist, but his body was already exhausted.
Unbothered by his wariness, the hooded man slowly approached.
"We have been watching you, Luo. Your talent, and... your despair. You are far too precious to rot inside the hypocritical fence of the Guild. You deserve greater power."
"Cut the bullshit! What do you want?!"
The man stopped in front of Luo and drew a small pendant engraved with a bizarre pattern from the folds of his robe.
A pattern depicting a single giant eye nestled among the stars. It was the symbol of the Gaze of the Sacred Stars.
"I will grant you power. The power to take back the woman you desire. The power to shatter the world's false rules and seals, and achieve true freedom. We are those who seek to destroy the prisons known as the Guild and the nation, and liberate the great Constellations sealed within the dungeons. If you receive their grace, you will become a being incomparable to what you are now. Will you not join us, the Gaze of the Sacred Stars?"
The man's voice was as cunning and sweet as a serpent's.
He saw right through to Luo's deepest desires.
Luo hesitated for a moment. Joining hands with a group of heretics was like crossing a point of no return.
But he had nothing left to lose. Vengeance was his sole reason for existence.
"...What do I need to do?"
The words finally spilled from Luo's mouth. In the darkness, a satisfied smile spread across the hooded man's lips.
And so, the night of the defeated drew to a close, heralding the birth of a new evil.