The Price of Defeat
Where did it all go wrong?
That was the first thought that crossed her mind the moment she slammed against the barrier of the dueling arena.
Jeongha. Kang Jeongha.
She had always taken immense pride in her name. Her surname belonged to one of the three great clans ruling Yagwi City, and her given name, Jeongha, had been personally bestowed upon her by the family head himself. Although her mother’s status as a mere concubine had been a bit of a hindrance, she had never let it bother her.
Monsters, dokkaebi, and the Kang Clan—they all operated on a strict meritocracy ruled by the law of the jungle. While her treatment could hardly compare to that of the legitimate lineage, she possessed undeniable talent. She had inherited the striking beauty of her mother, who had caught the family head's eye with her looks alone, combined with the martial genius of Kang Baek-jin, the very incarnation of power and authority. If nothing else, the traits of her parents' bloodline shone exceptionally bright within her.
Personally, she wasn't fond of having inherited her mother's looks. Strictly speaking, her face was a spitting image of a concubine's. She would have preferred to resemble her stern, formidable father. Well, even I have to admit I'm on the prettier side, so I suppose I shouldn't complain too much.
Her fragile, weak childhood had been spent in her mother's embrace, but the moment she developed the slightest bit of muscle, she gripped a blade. It had been the will of both her parents, yet she did not resent them for forcing her to experience slaughter at such a tender age. If anything, she was grateful. It had purged her of the weak habit of hesitating to kill even a mere insect.
If a child is born flawed, it is the parents' duty to correct those flaws. While her mother might have seemed weak on the outside, she possessed a remarkably strong inner resolve. Back then, Jeongha had hated her mother for forcing her to hold a sword with arms that shook like fragile twigs, but now she understood just how wise the woman had been.
Jeongha's mother was ultimately just a weak female who couldn't survive without pandering to men, but regardless, she was akin to a savior to her. Had it not been for her lowly status of having to offer her body to a man, Jeongha might have truly respected and followed her as a mother. Now? Well, there was gratitude and a sense of familiarity, but that was about it. After all, "concubine" was just a polite term for a privately owned whore.
She despised her mother’s weakness. Thus, at some point, she began to take up the sword and swing it of her own accord, even without her mother's prompting. The weapon was a thin, long single-edged blade, light enough for a young Jeongha to wield. She swung it with a single-minded intent to kill. Indeed, every time she stained her blade with thick blood, nothing but praise and admiration followed.
Incredible. A genius. A bright future lies ahead. She's beautiful.
She had no idea what they saw in her to call her beautiful, but whatever. It was better than being called ugly. I will keep moving forward. I'll align myself with Kang Ha-yeon's faction, secure her backing, reach the Qi Circulation realm, and earn my rightful place as one of the clan's recognized warriors. Eventually, I'll build my own faction with the lackeys who follow me and a few talented individuals. Though my beginning may have been a mere byproduct of fleeting pleasure, my end shall be glorious.
I am different from those lazy fools who idle away, content with the clan's basic support and their current status. I am different from those defeatists who believe they can never succeed because they are children of concubines, resigning themselves to serving the legitimate heirs just to secure a comfortable position. My ambition and potential are on an entirely different level.
She had believed this without a shred of doubt, and she had walked her path to make it a reality.
Until she met this man.
"...! ...!!"
A massive impact slammed into her entire body. She couldn't even make a sound, barely able to choke out a gasp. She had been met head-on and utterly shattered by an overwhelming force. What on earth was happening? She could barely breathe, yet she forced her head up to look forward. As if that were the final shred of pride she could maintain as a swordsman and a warrior.
A man approached, his footsteps crunching softly against the dirt of the dueling arena.
He was a pig who had snatched the spiritual elixir and even the Qi Circulation Pill that should have rightfully been hers, only to become a slightly improved fool. She had thought her sister had gone mad. To give a Qi Circulation Pill—one that hadn't even been offered to her—to a man whose head was filled with nothing but lust. She had silently criticized her sister for losing her sharp judgment.
But now, the truth was finally sinking in.
The man was a monster far beyond her expectations. At the very least, he was not an opponent she could handle right now.
Step, step. He drew closer.
She had to move. She had to stand on her own two feet and take the stance she had practiced tens of thousands of times. If she stayed like this, if things went on like this, she would...
Grip!
Was it sheer tenacity or madness? Even after being sent flying by his club and slammed into the barrier, her grit and instincts had kept her from letting go of her single-edged blade. Its blood-red edge gleamed with an eerie light.
Screeech—
It was a sound that, even put politely, could never be called beautiful. Yet, it brought her no discomfort. Jeongha had won countless battles, shedding oceans of blood alongside this chilling yet exhilarating shriek.
"Cough!"
The difference in their strength was clear. She had to bring him down in a single blow, using the absolute best, strongest, and most perfect strike she could muster. After all, the stronger one didn't always win.
...But how?
Hadn't she just tried that, only to be utterly crushed? With her body reduced to rags by a single strike, she couldn't even replicate her previous attack. How was she supposed to do it?
"Ah."
The muscles in her hand gripping the hilt trembled faintly. She was a warrior who had trained since childhood to control every single muscle in her body. She could easily suppress tremors caused by physical shock.
Then, what was causing her body to shake so weakly right now?
What on earth was making her tremble so pathetically, like those weak, common rabble?
Don't think about it. Don't think. Focus on the sword and yourself. Do not waver. Do not bow your head so easily like your mother, parading weakness as if it were a virtue to beg for sympathy and attention. I am a warrior. Even if I am defeated, I must maintain the dignity and nobility of a warrior... maintain it?
"Oh."
Come to think of it, what happens if I lose this?
Her head throbbed and rang so violently that she couldn't think straight. Surely, she had wagered something immense. Something that would force her to completely abandon her pride as a warrior—something she had foolishly staked, believing she could just win it back...
"What are you thinking about?"
The man, who had closed the distance before she even realized it, shattered her thoughts.
Right. Cut him down first, think later.
"Are you afraid?"
"Cough! Ptu!"
Afraid? What utter nonsense. A warrior does not feel fear. They only kill.
Screeech—
Just as she was about to draw the cold blade she had sheathed to prepare for a swift strike...
"No, you don't."
Thud.
"Kh...!"
She was stopped. The reason was simple. A surge of demonic energy—incomparably stronger and purer than her own—erupted from the man's body, exerting physical force to press down on her right hand as she tried to draw her sword.
"Khhh...!"
Creak, groan—
She strained with enough force to make the veins on the back of her hand bulge, trying to break free from the heavy, solid shackle of demonic energy. Yet, despite the straining sounds of her bones, she couldn't budge an inch. This was the principle of manipulating energy to manifest physical force—a feat of the Qi Circulation realm. It was not something a Core Condensation swordsman, who couldn't even lift her weapon, could overcome.
"Eek! Eeeek!"
She tried everything to pry her right hand away from the sheathed hilt. She stepped on the scabbard to push it away and flailed her arm wildly to shake it off.
"E-Eek! Hyaaaah!"
Each time, the man manipulated his demonic energy with uncanny precision to neutralize her resistance. At the same time, the realization of how pathetic and amusing she must look to him sent a rush of heat to her face.
"Die!"
In a final act of defiance, she channeled all her demonic energy into the scabbard and swung it while her right hand was still fused to it.
Thud!
The sound was loud. But it was nothing more than a sound. Her final struggle was completely blocked by his rock-hard, thick armor.
"Kh! Not yet!"
If her first strike failed, she would unleash a second, a third...
"Let's stop. This is getting boring."
Closing the distance in an instant, the man snatched her Red Lotus Blade and tossed it far away as if it were a mere nuisance. Now that a swordsman had been disarmed, nothing but desperate flailing remained.
"Die! Die!"
She swung her trained limbs with all her might, but the kick she aimed at his head was easily caught.
Slurp—
Lifting her captured leg, the man ran his tongue along her thigh.
"Hyaak!"
"You look absolutely delicious."
At that moment, the sight of the massive bulge between his legs brought back the memory she had been trying so hard to forget.
"Huh?"
Come to think of it... if I lose here, wasn't I supposed to be claimed by him right on the spot?
"W-Wait!"
With her leg pulled up high, exposing her white underwear, Jeongha's face turned pale. Her expression was no different from that of any female on the verge of losing her carefully guarded virginity.
"W-Wait!"
"Wait, my ass."
What was she acting so coy for when her legs were already spread wide, completely exposing her crotch? I pressed my body forward and grabbed her other leg as well. Just like that, she was hoisted up, her thighs firmly gripped in my hands in a perfect standing-carry position.
"Hehehe."
The firm, supple flesh felt incredibly satisfying as I squeezed it. Unlike So-wol, she had trained her body thoroughly, making her skin both elastic and remarkably soft.
"Wait! Stop! I lost, so just stop...!"
"Oh, you lost?"
"Yes! I lost! I was foolish and failed to recognize your greatness! I made a mistake!"
"Then you have to offer up your pussy, right?"
What an idiot. Admitting defeat like that. Now, the only thing left was some delightful sex. Or wait, had she wanted this all along?
Using the convenient principles of Qi circulation like telekinesis, my pants slid down on their own. Exposed to the cool air, my cock stood rock-hard, eager to feast on the virgin flesh awaiting it.
"Damn!"
This was it. This was what I was waiting for! I had specifically skipped So-wol's morning blowjob just to claim this girl today!
I gently rubbed my cock against the entrance of her pussy. She was wearing nothing but a single dress-like martial robe and her underwear. I could feel the soft, plump skin of her inner thighs and the texture of her panties guarding her entrance.
"Hngh. Wait! Let's just talk for a moment, Senior!"
"Really? About what?"
"I... I can make you a much better offer!"
"Let's hear it."
While I spoke, my hands kept busy, steadily stripping away her clothes. Feeling herself being peeled bare in real-time, Jeongha hurriedly continued.
"I... I can introduce you to other women!"
"Is that so?"
Hayun tore her robe open, exposing her pale breasts and pink nipples, and spoke with utter indifference. Instead of listening, he leaned down and suckled on her nipple.
"Kya-hah!"
"Keep talking."
"A-And... and..."
It wasn't very convincing when she was trying to negotiate while having her nipples sucked. Well, her desperate attempts to persuade me were cute enough, so I let her babble. As I teased her nipples with my teeth and tongue, I stripped the rest of her clothes away until only a thin pair of white panties remained. Honestly, seeing those panties as her final line of defense between her wide-spread legs was almost laughable.
"H-Hngh... And... and..."
Jeongha was clearly losing her mind. Even as she tried to negotiate, her breasts were being sucked, her nipples bitten and teased, her neck kissed, and her thighs thoroughly caressed, all while my cock kept teasingly rubbing against her entrance. Honestly, at this point, I had no idea what she was even trying to say. She probably didn't know either.
The moment I ripped away her last pair of panties, her tightly closed slit was revealed, looking as pristine as expected of a virgin. As the entrance rubbed against the shaft of my cock, it felt incredible. I handled her soft, sensitive virgin body like a toy.
"So, if you could just forgive me this once...!"
"Jeongha."
"Y-Yes! Senior! Please!"
"Thanks for the meal."
I loosened my grip on her slightly.
Squish! Thud! Slurp—♥
My fully erect cock plunged deep into Jeongha's virgin pussy. It tore through her hymen and buried itself all the way to her cervix. A few drops of virgin blood trickled down the shaft, as if protesting this sudden invasion. Her tight walls clamped down hard, trying to push the head of my cock out, as if refusing to let this man enjoy her precious virginity.
"Oh, oh-ggh...!"
"What a pathetic sound. Is that a noise you should be making in front of others?"
"Ah... hngh... Hyaah! ♥"
Well, it was understandable that she'd struggle to adapt to her first time being like this. But did I care? There was absolutely no reason for me to be considerate. Still, her tight walls desperately trying to push my cock out resembled her stubborn personality, which was pretty cute.
Having lost her virginity in front of everyone, Jeongha trembled violently, her walls clamping down tight. The spectators had long since fled, terrified by the warning aura I had released. The referee, nodding at the obvious outcome, had led the other dokkaebi away to preserve the last shred of Jeongha's dignity.
In other words, we were the only ones left in this arena. There had been one idiot who hesitated, but after I severed his arm as an example, everyone else quickly lowered their eyes and scrambled away. Was this allowed? For a warrior of the Qi Circulation realm, yes. That was the privilege of power and cultivation. Reputation? I had personally warned them to get lost, so if someone lingered and lost an arm, it was entirely their own fault. In dokkaebi society, a weakling with no backing who got their arm cut off for acting arrogant wasn't viewed as a victim—they were just an idiot. Of course, I'd have to deal with the aftermath eventually... but at worst, I'd just get a slight scolding from my sister.
"Wow."
To think that a beautiful and talented woman's first time would be a public, standing-carry defloration. With her looks and talent, she should have had a romantic first experience with her fated partner. Instead, she had been utterly degraded into my personal cum-dumpster in the most ridiculous way possible. From now on, Jeongha would spend the rest of her life as my plaything, spreading her legs and acting as a repository for my seed whenever I pleased. It was incredibly hot.
Squish, squelch, squish, squelch—♥
I began to pump into her hot, tight walls, moving her body as if she were nothing but a human fleshlight.
"Haaah! Stop! Stop it! I said stop! Stop... ah! ♥"
Jeongha flailed her limbs, releasing an incredibly sweet, arousing scent every time I thrust into her. Her hair fluttered with each deep plunge of my cock, carrying her intoxicating feminine fragrance.
"Haaah... ♥"
Every time my cock buried itself deep inside her, her body shuddered and spasmed. It felt like using a vibrating toy, providing a completely different kind of stimulation. I answered her cries by thrusting even harder. I relentlessly shook her light, soft body, fully savoring the tight, ribbed walls of a virgin that a woman could only offer once in her lifetime.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Oh! Kh! Kyaah!"
"Seriously, just like So-wol, the pretty ones always have the best pussies. You've got a real talent for this."
Her resistance had already ceased. To be precise, she was still weakly flailing her limbs, but that could hardly be called resistance. All she could do was tremble and let out soft gasps every time my cock slammed home. The sheer satisfaction of using a proud woman like Jeongha as a toy, combined with the friction of her tight walls, quickly brought me to my limit.
"Hey. I'm about to blow."
"Eh...?"
"Take it all inside."
"...! W-Wait! Wait, wait, wait! Just a... hyaah! ♥"
Too late. I held Jeongha firmly as she squirmed in my arms and let loose.
"I'm cumming!"
"Wait a minute—!"
Spurt, squirt—♥
I pumped my hot semen deep into her tight virgin womb. Jeongha flailed her legs as her bare walls took the full force of my release.
"Ahhh... there it goes."
"Ah... Ahhh..."
"Good girl. That's how you're going to take it from now on." I stroked her hair and planted a kiss on her lips, stealing her first kiss as well. This time, she didn't resist.