I've Never Even Heard of Something Like This...
Yoon Arin was confused.
He was a man. Clearly, a man.
A scrawny, short one who'd shatter at a touch—the kind of male she'd trampled like toys her whole life.
But this guy in front of her was different. Way too different.
For starters, he was taller than any man she'd ever seen. Shoulders broad as a doorframe, face so handsome it stole her breath.
It was bizarre.
A guy like this? She'd have heard rumors in this scene. No way he could've flown under the radar.
But Yoon Arin had never seen or heard of him. Like he'd dropped out of nowhere into the Underground Arena today.
Where the hell did he come from? No clue.
But whatever. That didn't matter.
Something far, far more important was at stake.
Thwack!
His fist shattered her guard again. Her cheekbone throbbed, blood flooding her mouth.
...Ah, this is it.
A thrill shot up Yoon Arin's spine.
Blood sprayed.
Their knees slammed into each other's guts.
Fists flew, flesh tore, blood droplets splattered across the canvas.
This insane bloodbath.
The raw romance of combat, betting it all.
First time in her life.
No holding back.
Pouring everything in.
Heart pounding like it might burst.
The queen of fighting. Undefeated empress, never lost once.
That was Yoon Arin. Absolute victor her whole life.
But no win had ever felt like this.
...More. Give me more.
Blood-smeared lips curled in a grin as she charged.
Like a madwoman. Craving more hits, more strikes.
How long had they been at it?
Her fist broke his guard. He staggered. End in sight.
...As expected. No matter how good...
Insane physique or whatever, he was still a man. For the finisher, she loaded her full weight into a punch.
But.
In that instant, he dipped his knees, twisted his torso. Her sure-kill shot whistled harmlessly over his head. And right after—
Crack—!
His counter nailed her exposed jaw perfectly.
"...Huh?"
Yoon Arin's vision flashed white. Legs buckled. Ceiling spun.
But she couldn't kneel. She was the undefeated champ.
Grinding her teeth, she braced on the canvas. Tried to rise. But her body wouldn't obey. Head spinning, legs jelly.
Finally, her knees—hit the canvas.
Thud.
"No way... this can't..."
Yoon Arin stared blankly at the floor, hand pressed down. On her knees. The undefeated champion, before some guy.
...I... lost...?
It didn't compute. She'd assumed victory.
He was a man. Men had never threatened her.
But she'd lost. For the first time—to a man, no less.
Then, a smug voice from above.
"...How's it feel to lose to a man?"
A storm of emotions surged.
Defeat's shock. Irritation. And atop it—face burning like fire.
Humiliation.
"...You... bastard..."
On her knees, she bit her lip.
Looking up, the bloodied man grinned down.
/ / / / /
Adrenaline exploded through my veins.
Heart hammering like it might smash my ribs and burst out.
A euphoria beyond anything in reality—or any defense match.
Nineteen million wins, undefeated.
0% capture rate.
This goddess of a world, slammed to the canvas by my fist.
"Hah... hah..."
Panting roughly, I looked down at Yoon Arin. Pathetic, and all the more arousing for it.
Split lips, tousled blonde hair, blue eyes unfocused in defeat's shock.
This was the Underground Arena.
Beasts' kingdom. Winner owns the loser's everything.
The crowd, who'd eyed me like a bug from behind cameras, now held their breath. Waiting to see how I'd ravage her.
I grabbed her hair roughly, yanked her up.
"Agh...!"
Her scream rang out, but I didn't stop.
Shoved her into the ring's dark corner, away from the lights.
If this was a dream, I hoped not to wake. If a game, savor every second.
No hesitation—I tore her fight gear apart.
Exposed white skin gleamed under the lights.
Firm yet soft, fighter's perfect body.
"W-wait... right here...?"
I roughly spread her slender thighs wide.
Battle-hardened muscles quivered in my grip.
Then, channeling my boiling instinct, I thrust in deep.
Squelch—!
"A-aaaaagh—!!"
A scream that could've pierced the arena's ceiling.
Her head snapped back, eyes rolling white.
Rip, tear—splurt.
A bizarre resistance I'd never felt. Something tough and tight snagging my tip, shredding with a shriek.
Breaking through, shoving to the hilt—hot, sticky fluid gushed over my cockhead.
Red blood dripped onto the canvas. Clear proof of her deflowering.
"...!"
Reality hit like a truck. I froze mid-thrust.
This wasn't a dream.
The scorching flesh clenching, devouring me. The virgin blood's metallic tang stinging my nose.
"H-hah... it h-hurts... hurts so much...!!"
Yoon Arin clawed my shoulders, nails digging in, wailing.
"What... is this... why's it... ngh, my body's... ripping apart...!"
The undefeated champ who'd never groaned through broken bones or torn flesh. Now writhing like a child beneath me, sobbing.
"Y-you... how... nghhh! How's a man... this big...? It's filling me... can't breathe... please, pull out...!"
Her flat belly bulged, tracing my shape.
Terror of first invasion, agony of tearing flesh—she shook her head wildly, out of her mind.
"Ngh, nngh... a-ahh...!"
But at pain's peak, her body convulsed hard, squirting slick fluids.
I stared down, dumbfounded.
The mighty undefeated champion, trembling head to toe beneath me, tears streaming.
"...Hey, you."
My voice came out hoarse.
"...You were a virgin?"
Her blue eyes shook violently.
Shame and rage twisted her face, glaring like she'd kill me.
But beneath it, thick submission of the defeated.
"Yeah... so what...!"
She spat through gritted teeth.
"I only knew fighting... never seen a man like you... in my life...!"
Tears soaked the canvas.
At the world's peak, worshiping strength—she'd met a man overwhelmingly stronger. Terror and thrill.
Yoon Arin was becoming a woman for the first time.
"Ngh, hah... hurts, it hurts...!"
She groaned in pain, yet instinctively pulled my neck close.
Hating me, yet craving deeper. Contradictory touch.
"But... it feels weird... never felt anything like this..."
She looked up at me.
Those killer blue eyes, once fierce, now melted in pleasure and heat, hazy.
Suddenly, she yanked my nape roughly.
Her torn lips crashed into mine, devouring greedily.
"Mmph, mm...!"
Saliva mixed, breaths tangled.
Her legs locked around my waist in a fierce kiss.
No trace of initial resistance—she clung madly, accepting defeat's price with her body.
This is insane.
Warnings blared in my head, but the hot pleasure clenching below drowned all reason.
I started thrusting again.
Deeper. Rougher.
"H-hah... haa... ngh..."
Arin gazed up, eyes unfocused.
Lips that screamed in pain quivered, then uttered the unbelievable.
"...M-more... do more... it hurts... but it's weird... where you stab so hard... it's burning, driving me crazy..."
She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist herself, chasing pleasure beyond the tearing pain.
I pounded roughly again.
Yoon Arin's breaking cries filled the darkness.
In this fucked-up world, I finally felt like the real champion.
.
.
.
.
.
Each wet squelch of blood and juices smeared her pride like the bloodstains on the canvas.
A scene she'd never imagined. Undefeated champion, pinnacle who'd crushed rivals.
Defeat didn't exist for her. Losers' "disposal" was just others' tales.
But now, pinned in the ring's cold corner, ravaged by a beastly man.
"A-ngh...! Nnngh!"
Her small mouth stretched to tearing around the hot, massive intrusion.
At my rough command, her lips parted wide.
Her fight-only tongue flailed lost, but my merciless grip on her hair forced the thick cock deep into her throat.
I've never even heard of something like this...
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
His musky scent, searing heat. Gagging retches rose, but Hyunwoo didn't care—he used her. Soon, hot, sticky fluid flooded her mouth.
"Hah, hah..."
Arin swallowed the man's cum with dazed eyes.
The alien texture sliding down her throat made her hairs stand on end. Pride lay in shards.
But worse than fear—this brain-melting pleasure terrified her more.
Hyunwoo gave no respite. He folded her slender thighs over his shoulders.
"W-wait... n-no...!"
Arin's instincts screamed danger.
In the Underground Arena, defeat meant disposal.
Ravaging the loser's body was common sense, so female fighters swallowed bitter pregnancy prevention medicine daily.
A minimal defense against "accidents."
But undefeated champ Arin? Never needed it.
Never put herself in a position to yield her body.
To her, it was for losers. Especially losing to frail men? Unthinkable.
No way I'd lose to some man...
Mingling with weaklings was ultimate humiliation. Zero chance of their seed, so her womb lay raw, defenseless.
Now, that arrogance poisoned her.
"A-ah...! Too deep... inside...!"
This first massive cock invaded unchecked, pounding her womb's entrance relentlessly.
Splat! Splat! Rip, tear! Crunch—!
"Aaaaaagh—!"
Screams filled the ring.
Crushing sensation. Walls stretched to limit, burning pain surging.
Then, overwhelming fullness dazing her mind.
Rip, splat! Rip, tear—!
Each thrust shook her like paper.
Obscene flesh slaps. The cock battering her deepest womb mouth—her eyes rolled back.
At this rate... I'll get pregnant... his seed... inside me...
Terror gripped her. But her brain was pleasure's slave.
Gushing slick soaked his cock; stretched walls clenched desperately, memorizing his girth.
"Hah... h-ahhhn! Nn! Feels... so weird...!"
Moans escaped Arin.
Champ's dignity, queen's pride—meaningless now. She was just a bitch born to take cum, shaking her hips desperately.
"A-ahhn! Hyunwoo, I'm dying...! Too deep... aaah!"
Arin thrashed wildly, eyes rolled back. Her fifth climax already.
Each electric wave scattered her rigid pride to dust. White thighs quivered uncontrollably, eyes glazed and lost.
Yet Hyunwoo didn't stop. Gripping her hair, he wrung her out savagely to the last drop.
"H-hah... Arin, you can take more, right?"
"A-ah! More, more...! Kill me, please...!"
At the end, his brutal slam into her womb mouth unleashed heavy spurts. Arin's body convulsed one last time.
Shudder-shudder-shudder—!!
Like electrocuted, she went rigid.
No scream—just mouth agape, foaming groans.
Her womb rippled endlessly, gushing fluids. She twitched all over, flailing at air.
"A-ngh... nng..."
After the long spasm, her limp hand flopped onto my back.
First sex, first loss.
Thus, Yoon Arin surrendered her undefeated record—and everything—to the man, plummeting into pleasure's abyss.