Childhood Friends? What's the Point of That?
For hours on end the lower-body battle atop the ring had raged, and now it was finally cresting toward its peak.
Seoyeon’s waist was already bowed like a drawn bowstring that refused to spring back, and after several climaxes her consciousness had burned itself white, leaving nothing but ash behind.
"I give up…! I give up…! Uuugh, haah, I giiive uuuuup!! Ah, aaaaaaah!!"
Her body convulsed as if electricity were surging through it. The entrance to her womb clamped down around Hyunwoo’s cock and gushed love juices in a waterfall; the instant he pulled his heavy shaft free, Seoyeon’s tightly swollen lower belly collapsed inward and went slack.
"Haah, haah… I thought I was going to die…"
Seoyeon sprawled across the canvas, gasping. In that moment Hyunwoo’s rough, cold voice dug into her ear.
"So you’re cleanly admitting defeat now, right?"
She gave him no answer. Pride made one last stand, and she bit down hard on her lip.
When she stayed stubbornly silent, Hyunwoo chuckled mischievously and reached out. He brushed her damp bangs aside, then slid his hand straight to her breast, rolling and twisting the flattened nipple between his fingertips.
"…Ah, haaang! Hyunwoo, don’t…"
"Say you admit defeat. Then I’ll treat you even nicer."
Every time his fingers crushed her nipple, a current of pleasure raced down Seoyeon’s spine. Even after climaxing dozens of times, the stimulation made her crotch tremble anew and seep fresh juices.
Hyunwoo savored that reaction and tugged at the nipple even more relentlessly.
"Ah, aaah! Hnngh, uuuh…! D-don’t torment me like that…"
She screamed in a voice that was almost sobbing, yet she could not push his hand away. Hyunwoo gently pinched and caressed her nipple once more and whispered into her ear.
"If you don’t admit defeat, you’re not taking a single step out of here tonight."
Whether threat or temptation, the words finally shattered what remained of Seoyeon’s reason.
She hung her head.
It was a signal of defeat she had never shown any opponent on the ring.
After agonizing over it, Kang Seoyeon at last lifted her wet eyes to Hyunwoo and, very slowly but unmistakably, nodded.
"…I admit defeat. You win, Hyunwoo."
"Yeah? Then as proof, will you clean my cock with that mouth of yours?"
For a fleeting second her senses returned and Seoyeon flinched.
If Arin ever saw the expression she was wearing now—drunk on pleasure while lusting after Arin’s man—what would she feel?
I’m crazy, I really am…
A thrill of wickedness raced down her spine. The shame of taking Hyunwoo’s cock into her mouth paradoxically made her crotch quiver even harder.
Face flushed crimson, Seoyeon sank to her knees. Then she carefully took his shaft into her mouth. With the tip of her tongue she licked away every remaining trace and devoted herself to serving him.
Slurp… slurp… mmph… schlurp…
She wrapped her tongue around Hyunwoo’s cock as if it were a precious treasure, licking and polishing it with utmost care.
She delicately teased the urethra of the glans with her tongue tip, then swallowed him deep into her throat and pulled back again and again.
Sometimes rough, sometimes pitiful, she pursed her lips and squeezed; Hyunwoo’s thigh muscles went taut under her service.
"…Mmph, nngh… chuuuup…"
Seoyeon rolled her tongue and savored the salty mix of sweat and her own saliva coating the entire length. Sticky strands of spit stretched long between her lips.
The more she felt the perverse thrill of abandoning every shred of a fighter’s pride and dedicating herself solely to a man’s pleasure, the more tenacious and refined her mouth-work became.
How long that continued, she could not say.
At last Hyunwoo, seeming satisfied, gently stroked her disheveled hair with his large hand and murmured,
"You did well, Seoyeon."
Those few words of praise made her heart plummet.
It was a feeling sweeter and more electrifying than any victory declaration she had ever heard on the ring—something she had never once experienced in her life.
Arin, I’m sorry… but I can’t help it… I… like this man too much.
Kang Seoyeon gulped down every last drop of the hot semen Hyunwoo had released and nodded. Then she acknowledged that she was a defeated bitch.
Yet along with that acknowledgment came a devastatingly light and sweet sense of liberation.
"…Hyunwoo, I… I’m yours now, right?"
She buried her face between his legs and smiled up at him with a pathetic, beast-like grin.
When Hyunwoo stroked her head once more, Seoyeon looked up from his feet like a bitch quietly wagging her tail, as if Arin’s gaze no longer mattered in the slightest.
"I’ll do everything you say. Because now… I’m the bitch you conquered, yours alone."
She rubbed her cheek against his knee and savored the situation with her entire body.
Wins and losses on the ring no longer mattered.
Even more than her long friendship with her childhood friend, what mattered now was the simple fact that she was being loved by the man who had perfectly tamed her in this very moment.
After seeing Kang Hyunwoo off, Yoon Arin had been watching the match on a screen.
She simply could not bring herself to watch from ringside.
One was her lover; the other was her childhood friend.
Separate from fighting either of them herself, she had no confidence that she could stand right in front of them trading punches.
So she was watching like this—from a distance, only through the screen.
The match went exactly as expected: Kang Hyunwoo dominated.
No matter how much grit Kang Seoyeon showed, the gap was obvious.
Yet Yoon Arin’s heart was far from at ease.
Watching her friend get battered into a wreck and still rise again and again was anything but comfortable.
…Seoyeon. Just stop already.
Yoon Arin muttered under her breath while staring at the screen. It was an unwinnable fight. There was no need to wreck her body that badly.
And then, as the match neared its end—
Kang Hyunwoo’s counter made Kang Seoyeon stagger hard.
It’s over now, Yoon Arin thought.
But just as she was about to fall, Kang Seoyeon wrung out her last strength and charged Kang Hyunwoo.
And then—
"…Huh?"
Kang Seoyeon clinched Kang Hyunwoo and clung to him.
On the screen their bodies pressed tightly together.
Kang Seoyeon wound her arms around Kang Hyunwoo’s neck and buried her face against his chest as if leaning into his embrace.
Kang Hyunwoo did not push her away. Instead he accepted her body just as it was and held her.
Yoon Arin’s heart plummeted with a heavy thud.
…What is that?
It was a clinch. Her head knew that. A tired fighter hanging onto the opponent to endure—common enough in combat sports.
Yoon Arin was not ignorant of that simple fact.
But.
The image on the other side of the screen looked far too much like something else entirely.
Their faces were close enough to almost touch.
Kang Seoyeon had burrowed into Kang Hyunwoo’s arms, and Kang Hyunwoo was tenderly supporting her body.
Whether it was the camera angle or not, it looked exactly as if they were locked in a deep, lingering kiss.
"…No."
Yoon Arin shook her head without realizing it.
"No. That can’t be. That’s… that’s just a clinch. They’re in the middle of a match. Just… just…"
Even as she said it, her heart hammered madly. Her fingertips went ice-cold.
The tightly pressed silhouettes on the screen refused to leave her eyes.
…What the hell is that supposed to be…
Kang Seoyeon’s hands ran down Hyunwoo’s back and roughly tore open his clothes.
The childhood friend she had trusted so completely—the one with whom she had poured out every secret of her heart—
was now wrapping her legs around Kang Hyunwoo’s waist, moaning and crying out.
Seoyeon…
If a heart could be ripped apart, this must be what it felt like.
Tears welled in Yoon Arin’s eyes as she watched the scene. Before she knew it they were falling, drop by drop.
It was not that she felt no anger toward Hyunwoo. But what she found even more unbearable was Kang Seoyeon.
Why does it have to be you?
Even when the whole world went wild over a single photograph and jealous gazes poured down on her, Kang Seoyeon had stood beside her, snickering at those looks together.
The face that had teased, “Your man is so amazing it must be tough,” with a playful smile. Arin had believed that smile was genuine. No—she had wanted to believe it.
She had thought of her as an irreplaceable friend. One of the few real allies she had in this world.
But right now, on that canvas, that friend was pressing her lips to Arin’s man.
And with the most desperate face in the world, at that.
Childhood friends? What’s the point of any of that?
Murderous intent boiled up from the deepest part of Arin’s lungs.
Hyunwoo… well, he was a man. She could force herself to swallow the idea that he had briefly lost his reason before that kind of temptation.
But Kang Seoyeon was different.
That bitch had known.
She had known exactly where Yoon Arin’s heart was hanging.
Where to stab to bury the blade deepest.
Where to touch to make her collapse without a sound.
She had known better than anyone.
And that bitch had deliberately chosen that vital point and was trampling Yoon Arin’s world in the cruelest way possible.
It was not done in ignorance. She had known, and she had done it anyway.
On the other side of the screen Kang Seoyeon bit into Hyunwoo’s lips, gazing at the ceiling with pleasure-drunk eyes; right after, the sound of her wet hair sweeping the canvas rang in Arin’s ears like a slap across the cheek.
Seoyeon.
Yoon Arin bit her lip until blood welled and did not look away from the obscene spectacle unfolding before her. No—she forced her eyes wide open and took in every last detail.
This betrayal, this humiliation. And the truth that every smile Kang Seoyeon had ever shown her had been a mask.
So that she would forget neither a single frame nor a single moment.
…And even so.
Arin shook her head again.
No. I must have seen it wrong. It was just the camera angle making it look that way.
Even after capturing it clearly with both eyes, she kept repeating it to herself.
Because if she did not force herself to believe that, she would not be able to breathe.