We Fought Up Top — Now Let's Settle It Down Below
No matter how many times I put her down, Kang Seoyeon got back up like a zombie.
She planted a knee, spat blood, and reset her stance.
I had lost count of how many times she repeated it. Her face was already a mask of blood, her whole body soaked through with sweat. Anyone watching would have called it a lost cause.
And still Kang Seoyeon rose like the undead and charged again.
…This woman is exhausting, seriously.
I clicked my tongue inwardly. The gap in skill had been obvious from the first exchange.
But this woman never took a single step back in the face of that glaring difference.
She fell and rose, fell again and rose again. That vicious tenacity was, if I was honest, a little frightening.
Then, at last—
My counter once more clipped Kang Seoyeon’s face.
Whack!
Her head snapped sideways. Her body reeled hard. This time she really was at her limit. Her unlocked legs trembled; her unfocused eyes swam hazily. She was about to collapse backward—right at that instant—
Kang Seoyeon wrung out whatever strength she had left and lunged at me.
Crash!
It wasn’t a punch. With her wrecked body she simply hung herself on me. Arms winding tight, upper body leaning in—a clinch.
…!
I didn’t peel her off. No—I couldn’t.
The moment I did, she would crumple for sure.
Kang Seoyeon wasn’t standing right now. She was clinging to me, barely holding on. The second this clinch broke, that body would drop lifelessly onto the canvas.
Haa… haa… haa…
Ragged breath spilled hot over my shoulder.
Even while her whole frame shook, Kang Seoyeon never let go. As if insisting with every inch of herself that she would not fall, that it wasn’t over yet.
…Damn. What a woman.
Admiration rose unbidden from somewhere deep.
Knowing full well she couldn’t win, she had never once turned her back.
That stubborn will to hang on right up to the edge of collapse—
As a fighter, this was something that genuinely deserved respect.
I had never faced an opponent who threw herself at me with her whole heart quite like this.
Skill-wise she was still far below me, but her fighting spirit matched anyone I had ever met.
I simply took the weight leaning into me for a moment and held it.
"…You fought well. Really."
Her mind was swimming.
She had long since lost count of how many blows she had taken.
Her head was a blank white void; every part of her body was screaming.
The clinch she had forced with her last scrap of strength. The moment their bodies pressed flush like that, Kang Seoyeon’s reason felt ready to snap with a soft pop.
Close. Far too close.
The body heat of the man she secretly loved spread across her skin.
The thick scent of blood and sweat filled her nose. His face was near enough that their breaths almost touched.
In her hazy skull, every emotion she had clenched her teeth and crushed down until now swelled all at once.
…Just like this.
A dangerous impulse surged all the way to her throat. At this distance, if she only lifted her head a little she could kiss him…
Kang Seoyeon’s face tilted of its own accord. Her blurred eyes locked on the man’s lips. Right at the brink of losing her mind entirely—
……No.
Kang Seoyeon bit down hard. The last shred of reason seized the impulse by the scruff of its neck.
Arin’s face flickered through her mind.
That gentle childhood friend smiling as she handed over coffee.
—Just trust me.
She had said it herself. She couldn’t do something like this.
……I’m a fighter.
Kang Seoyeon fought to hang on to her drifting consciousness somehow, but—
"…You fought well. Really."
The instant that voice settled against her ear, whatever she had been clutching slipped from the tip of her heart.
……So close.
His heartbeat thudded through the chests pressed together. Tangled with her own until she couldn’t tell whose heart was whose. The rough, sweat-damp breath grazing her nape.
The moment she registered it, the words she had been repeating to herself kept sliding away.
Seoyeon, you can’t……
When she tried to push him off, the force leaked uselessly in exactly the wrong direction. Her body, contrary to reason, was tilting toward him little by little.
Excuses came easy.
She was out of her head. Her body wouldn’t move. This was only a clinch.
On the ring, this much contact meant nothing.
Leaning on those flimsy justifications, Kang Seoyeon closed her eyes.
Just once… just this once, like this…
She let go of her fading mind and pressed her lips thickly over his.
Ah…
Her first kiss was far softer than anything she had ever imagined.
And the moment she felt that thrilling jolt—her lower body trembling as if electrified—the last fragile thread she had been clinging to snapped clean.
I’m sorry, Arin.
In one corner of her mind her childhood friend’s gentle face flashed by.
She knew, intellectually, that this was betrayal, that she must never do it no matter what—
……I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, but—
Even so.
She couldn’t hold back any longer.
Throwing aside the promise she had made herself, the last of her reason, even Arin’s face, Kang Seoyeon roughly devoured the man’s mouth.
When Kang Seoyeon yanked my neck as if snatching it and crashed her lips over mine, a shudder shot straight through my brain.
Blood and sweat, and the raw iron tang of bitten lips.
This was no post-match courtesy, no clinch to catch her breath. She dug into my mouth with the stubborn hunger of a starved beast.
What the hell is this woman doing…?
The confusion lasted only a heartbeat. The animal inside me stirred. A different flavor of appeal from Yoon Arin’s, I supposed.
If the match with Arin had been the process of a lofty queen gradually submitting to me as a man, then the match with Seoyeon was the rawer craving of a fighter who had burned everything on the ring and was now wringing out her last strength to hungrily claim my existence itself.
I didn’t hold back. I roughly hauled her by the nape and crushed her completely against my chest.
"Mmph, nnnh……!"
Her body jolted hard at my rough answer.
She shoved at my chest with her right hand as if to say no, yet her left hand only pulled me harder against her back.
"Haa, haa…… Seoyeon, what the hell do you think you’re doing right now."
Her shoulders flinched at the voice that slipped between kisses. I murmured low against her ear.
"What exactly is this…… You’re straight-up seducing me… huh?"
In answer Kang Seoyeon flashed a feral glint through her tangled hair. A second later her blood-and-sweat-smeared lips found my ear. Then she whispered in a hot, metallic breath.
"Hyunwoo…… The match on the ring is over, but the real match is still left."
Seoyeon yanked my neck again and poured a thick, clinging kiss into me. While her tongue relentlessly scoured the inside of my mouth, her hand roughly shoved down past my waistband.
"We went one round with our upper bodies, so now let’s go one round with our lower bodies. This is my final challenge."
At that bold, outrageous proposal a snort of laughter burst out of me.
"With our lower bodies? Still not satisfied even after losing on the ring?"
Instead of words she nodded hard.
In those eyes the stubborn refusal of a fighter who couldn’t accept defeat was tangled with the blatant craving of a woman who wanted me as a man.
"Fine. I’ll take that provocation properly."
We tore each other’s clothes off like we were ripping them apart.
Under the lights Kang Seoyeon’s bare body was mottled all over with bruises and blood-sweat, yet true to a fighter the moderately muscled lines of her figure were more intense and seductive than anyone’s.
She didn’t look away from my gaze; instead she pressed in with a provocative smile.
"Hyunwoo, I might have lost with my upper body…… but this match we fight with our lower bodies—I’m never losing that. I’m going to crush your pride as a man completely, right here, as a woman. So go on—try and endure it."
"Crush me? Shouldn’t it be me making you submit? Don’t talk nonsense. Get ready to sprawl under me like a bitch and scream, yeah?"
When I roughly seized Seoyeon’s chin and locked eyes with her in challenge, she casually tipped my own chin up with her fingertips and fired right back.
"Pretty words. By the time tonight’s over you’ll be bawling under me, begging me to stop."
"Me, begging? More like I’ll have you out of your mind and pleading on my cock. Let’s see just how amazing you really are with my own body. Endure it to the end if you can, Kang Seoyeon."
Seoyeon refused to yield an inch; she raked her nails down my chest and kept goading.
"Don’t regret it, Hyunwoo. Tonight you’re the one who’s going to surrender first!"
That arrogant, unyielding look detonated the conquering lust inside me.
Without hesitation I hoisted her up, roughly forced her legs wide, and drove myself into her pussy without a shred of pause.
Schlick—!
"Aahk…! Ha, aaaahk……!!"
Seoyeon’s scream rang through the entire ring.
Her tightly clenched inner walls tore open in resistance, and drops of red virgin blood pattered onto the canvas.
The blood sliding down between her pale thighs and coating my cock stirred a twisted sense of corruption.
"Hhk, ukh……!"
Seoyeon twisted her face, body shuddering with pain.
She moaned like the newly opened place was killing her, yet she didn’t try to escape.
Instead she locked her legs tight around my waist and, even through the agony of her flesh splitting, took me deeper.
I stopped moving, brushed her sweat-soaked bangs aside, and smiled wickedly.
"Seoyeon, if it hurts too much just say so. Surrender now and I’ll go easy on you."
At my words Seoyeon looked up at me with eyes brimming with tears of pain. But instead of surrender, a feral stubbornness burned in that gaze.
Then Seoyeon bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and cried out in a cracked voice.
"Even if I die…… I won’t surrender……! Hhk, haa……! Upper body or lower body…… I will never kneel in front of you!"
That tear-choked, bulldog answer set my heart hammering like mad.
"Ha, you vicious bitch. I’ve never met a woman with a competitive streak like yours."
Finding her stubbornness so endearing I couldn’t stand it, I roughly claimed her mouth. I shoved my tongue deep and tangled it through her as if chewing, while my hand crushed her breast without mercy.
"Ah, aaaang! Hyunwoo……! Hhk, aaaahk! Stop…… no, don’t stop……!"
With one hand I mauled her breast; with the other I mercilessly stabbed the sensitive seam where her entrance locked around my cock, grinding her inner walls.
"Ah, aaaang! Hyunwoo……! Hhk, aaaahk! I feel like I’m gonna die……!"
Seoyeon screamed yet still dug her fingers into my shoulders. Pain and pleasure mixed until her eyes rolled white.
Her body shuddered and flashed signals of surrender with every ruthless thrust, but I never stopped the caresses.
I intended to unilaterally ravage her pussy until that fierce insistence that she would never yield finally broke.
"Haa, haa……! Still won’t surrender even like this!?"
"……Hnn, ukh! No……! Not yet…… not yet!! I still haven’t lost…!!"
Kang Seoyeon looked at me with a dazed expression and smiled.
Her pleasure-soaked pussy poured love juices without rest, swallowing my cock.
"Aaaaah!! Ah, aaaang!"
I clamped her hips tight and slammed my waist without mercy until she was completely wrecked.