The End of an Ill-Fated Bond (Sae vs. Ji-su, Part 2)
"Haa, haa…! Ugh, uuugh!"
"Huk, heuk…! Kuek!"
The two women lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for air in ragged heaves. Their cunts were ruined. The sleek, luscious flesh from the beginning had vanished without a trace; both were swollen beyond recognition, blanketed in dark crimson bruises.
Blood kept seeping endlessly from the torn and ruptured slits of skin, mixing with transparent, sticky love juices that dripped down in a filthy, glistening mess.
Ji-su let the quiet madness inside her surface.
"I'll finish this for real… you filthy bitch."
She clenched her teeth and stretched out both hands. Between Sae's thighs, she seized a fistful of the pubic hair matted with blood and juices.
"Kyaaaaaaah…!"
Hundreds of roots tore free along with living flesh. The unspeakable agony arched Sae's body like a drawn bow as she screamed. Yet threaded through that scream was a clear note of ecstasy, and the knowledge of it seemed to drive her further out of her mind.
Ji-su did not stop. She clamped both hands around Sae's entire swollen cunt and twisted with merciless force, fingers sinking deep into the meat as if wringing out a rag.
"I'm going to wreck this cunt completely!"
Thud, rip, squelch.
The tender flesh, already swollen past its limit, crushed and burst helplessly inside Ji-su's grip. Every time she ground and twisted the engorged clitoris between her fingers, Sae's thighs quivered and her hips bucked of their own accord.
"Aaagh! It hurts! It huuurts…! Let—let go, you crazy bitch!"
Sae thrashed, tears streaming. It felt as if her entire lower body were being torn away. Yet that agony was melting, little by little, into a scorching heat of pleasure.
Fueled by spite, Sae shot both hands upward and seized Ji-su's long black hair in a frenzied grip. Dark strands ripped free with wet snaps, but Ji-su only drove her fingers deeper, burying three knuckles into Sae's cunt.
"Give up. You've lost."
The words fell like a verdict. Sae reached for Ji-su's own swollen sex.
The two bitches tried to kill each other even as each felt the other woman's hands push her toward a climax that trembled just out of reach.
"Just because you're the legal wife, you think you're everything? I can satisfy Senpai better than you ever could! Blame your own loose, useless hole!"
Sae shrieked, venom flooding her voice, and thrust her hand between Ji-su's spread thighs. She slapped the swollen flesh hard with her palm, then stabbed two fingers sharp as blades into the tight, dry entrance and forced it open.
"Nnngh…! Hic, a—aaagh!"
Sae's sharp nails drove without mercy into Ji-su's vaginal walls. She hooked her fingers like claws and raked, tearing through the soft flesh.
"Haugh…! A—aahng…! Haaa…!"
Ji-su's screams slowly thickened into sticky, obscene moans. The delicate inner walls clenched as if trying to suck the fingers deeper; her womb convulsed and poured out still more juices.
Sae gritted her teeth and forced a third finger, then a fourth, slamming them ruthlessly toward Ji-su's womb.
"I'm going to smash this deep part to pieces!"
Slap, squelch, riiip.
Sae's once-composed face had twisted completely; saliva ran freely from her lips and her eyes lost their focus.
"I won't forgive you…!"
Driven mad by shame, Ji-su made one last desperate move and sank her teeth into the forearm that was still buried inside her.
"Gyaaaaaah!!"
The moment Sae screamed and yanked her hand free, Ji-su shoved her away with brutal force.
Both women lay wrecked on the canvas floor, chests heaving.
They barely had the strength left to continue fighting.
Yet their eyes still burned a cold, blue fire. Instinct told them both that this was the limit.
Ji-su was first to push herself onto trembling knees, teeth clenched as she lifted her hips slightly. Sae, breathing in ragged gasps, glared at her with murderous intent and mirrored the stance.
Both women's gazes locked on only one place—the clitorises that had been scraped raw by dozens of collisions and assaults, now protruding lewdly. Red, swollen, veins standing out, the most sensitive and fragile clusters of nerves, already swollen to the point of bursting. The two women aimed at each other with perfect precision.
Ji-su ground her teeth and spat the words low.
"Crumple up and die… you filthy bitch."
"You break first…! Forever…!"
That short curse became the signal.
At the same instant both women brought their hands to their own crotches and wrenched their labia wide apart—the most barbaric of postures, exposing their hyper-sensitive clits fully, ready to take the opponent's strike head-on.
Then, slowly, they thrust their pelvises toward each other.
The two swollen clits collided dead-center, face to face. A final, piercing death cry tore through the Black Room—a sound no human throat should have been able to produce.
In that single moment, pain beyond language and pleasure beyond endurance lanced through both women's minds at once.
Their hips shuddered violently and drove even harder against each other of their own will.
"Haugh…! A—aahng…! U—uaaaagh!"
Clear juices erupted from Ji-su's entrance like a fountain.
Sae, tears pouring, felt her womb convulse madly the instant her clit was crushed, vomiting filthy pleasure.
Her body trembled, quivered, then collapsed to the floor as if every string holding up a puppet had been cut.
Long minutes passed, yet Sae never rose again.
With her legs still twitching and her utterly destroyed lower half smashed against the canvas, she could only give faint, continuous spasms.
At that moment two agents climbed onto the ring.
Expressionless, they checked Sae's condition; one of them gave Se-ryeong a small nod.
Se-ryeong's cold voice rang dryly across the lounge and the ring alike.
Black Faction — Han Ji-su. Victory.
The loser transfers spouse status and all rights to the winner.
The victor, Ji-su, was far from whole herself.
She sat slumped on the floor slick with blood and juices, both hands clutching her lower body.
Breath scraped at the top of her lungs, yet she looked down at Sae still twitching and muttered,
"…I won. You filthy whore. I protected my husband… and the place for the children I'll bear."
A complicated, aching emptiness flickered through her eyes, as if she had lost something that could never be restored.
"Ugh, so noisy. I feel like I can hear the crushing sounds all the way over here."
Chloe, who had appeared without anyone noticing, frowned and swirled her crystal glass. Kim Su-min, having finished his service between her legs, rose and leaned back against the sofa with a bored sigh.
"Still, Ji-su-ssi is lucky. Wounds like that can be fixed if you just throw enough money at them."
Under Su-min's dry appraisal, the cleanup team moved in without a sound. Agents in pure white protective suits lifted the blood-soaked Sae like a piece of luggage onto a stretcher and began carrying her out.
I slowly swirled the last of the champagne in my glass and called to Director Se-ryeong waiting behind me.
"Se-ryeong."
"Yes, Jin-hyuk-nim."
"You said the live service is launching. How long until it's ready? Don't make me late for the main match."
Without the slightest hesitation, Se-ryeong answered in a voice as cold and precise as a machine.
"Nearly all preparations are complete. For the next match, at the latest…"
"You remember I told you to make it as clear as possible?"
"Yes. Twelve angles of 8K high-resolution cameras, including specialized close-up lenses. We can broadcast every fold and every millimeter of mucosa in real time. Full live coverage will be available starting with the next match."
Her mechanical reply was satisfying.
"We'll be able to enjoy the next one even more."
The pure white canvas where Ji-su and Sae had just been rolling, soaking it with the blood of their lower bodies—imagining Se-ah stepping onto that same surface sent a thrill through me.
"Hurry and come, Se-ah. To my Black Room."
Exactly one month after the sexual combat between Sae and Ji-su ended.
A private hospital affiliated with Avalon. The corridor paved with the finest Bianco Carrara marble looked more like a hotel gallery than a medical facility.
A dull scraping sound broke the silence of that quiet hallway.
Han Ji-su moved slowly, leaning on a cracked crutch. Her steps stopped at the far end of the corridor, before the VIP special suite that received the most sunlight.
When she opened the door, the empty winter forest beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass poured into the room. And by that window sat Miyamoto Sae in a wheelchair, not moving a muscle.
She had already received the one-sided notice of separation from Ji-su's husband. The cunning venom that had once tried to seize the main bedroom by stirring a male's instincts was gone without a trace. Now she was nothing more than a hollow doll whose soul had been eaten away, staring blankly out the window with unfocused eyes.
Ji-su approached behind the wheelchair and looked down at her with a thin, mocking smile that carried a metallic edge.
"Still alive, I see. Somehow."
At the cool voice, Sae turned her creaking head and slowly looked up with empty eyes. Colorless lips, pale as paper, trembled; then a cold little smile mixed with resignation and self-mockery spread across her face.
"Did you come to laugh at me?"
There was no longer any beast-like clawing at each other's hair, no cursing through mouths full of blood. Neither of them had the strength left for it—or the meaning.
Leaning on her crutch, Ji-su spoke in a calm yet arrogant tone.
"You'll never see my husband again. Even if you draw your last breath in this hospital, he won't spare you a single glance."
At those cruel words Sae's shoulders gave a faint shudder. Ji-su looked down at the defeated woman with dry indifference and continued.
"From now on, every cost of your reconstructive surgery, every medical fee and living expense while you stay in this hospital—I'll cover it all. And the life after that too. Rot here forever or leave; do as you please."
At the unexpected words, Sae's clouded eyes shook hard.
"Why…"
A cracked, hollow voice broke the silence of the room.
Ji-su turned her head slightly and cast an indifferent glance out the window.
"Lately I keep having disgusting nightmares. And anyway, we were classmates at the same school. Handing you a little pocket money makes me feel better."
Sae's empty eyes twisted for a moment. The emotions she had packed down so tightly burst out like a collapsing dam.
"Huuuh, hic…! Aaaang…!"
She covered her face with both hands and sobbed like a child. The man she had given everything to win had abandoned her, and the arrogant woman she had so desperately wanted to trample still looked exactly the same—the thought was enough to drive her mad with grief.
Sae lifted a face ruined by tears and snot and shouted as if pouring out every last scrap of spite.
"Still…! I'm never going to apologize…!"
At the defeated woman's final scrap of pride mixed into the wail, Ji-su gave a light snort through a bloodless face.
"I never expected you to. Do as you like."
As if she had nothing left to see, Ji-su turned without lingering and left the hospital room.