The Madonna's Advent (Se-ah's POV)

In the heart of Gangnam-daero rose Avalon, a colossal iron fortress of a skyscraper.

An elevator was descending in silence toward the deepest, most secret place within it.

"……This is insanity."

I exhaled a short breath as I stared at my own reflection in the elevator's cold mirror.

But having come this far, there was no turning back.

This was no mere lovers' quarrel. This was a sacred and merciless execution, carried out to defend my own territory.

Ding.

With a chill mechanical chime, the elevator doors slid open.

In the middle of the lavish lobby, a familiar face sat with legs arrogantly crossed on a leather sofa.

Lu Yuyen. The mere sight of her seemed to stain my vision crimson.

It had been nearly a month since our clash in the basement. Murderous intent, sharp enough to make me want to tear her to shreds on the spot, surged up blue and raw.

Spotting me, Lu Yuyen twisted the corner of her mouth into a grotesque smile.

"You came, you old Madonna Mary. I figured you'd run. Guess you've got more guts than I thought?"

She rose and walked toward me. I did not yield an inch, matching her step for step head-on.

As if by prior arrangement, we both planted our hands arrogantly on our own hips and, without the slightest retreat, drove our massive breasts straight into each other, crushing them together.

We were fully clothed, yet the crushing load we forced into one another wrinkled my crisp tweed jacket and her thin silk dress into ugly, layered folds.

Two pairs of enormous breasts, once standing taut and proud, flattened under merciless pressure, spreading wider and wider until they were crushed pancake-flat. A pure contest of force, each trying to pulverize the other with nothing but the power of her chest.

I refused to give ground. Straightening my spine, I drove my heavy breasts into her even harder. At the limit—where our sternums nearly touched—a faint, simultaneous gasp of "Hnh" slipped from both our crimson lips.

"Still looks like cheap milk fat to me. If you want, we can settle this right now."

Under my cold, naked pressure, Lu Yuyen's brows twitched minutely even as she kept her chest locked against mine. She refused to yield either, snapping her spine ramrod straight and shoving her taut breasts back into mine with even greater force, a sneering smile on her face.

"You can dress it up all pretty, but you came here to scrap like a bitch just like me."

"Shut your mouth, you trash."

Locked in that merciless, unresolved crush, we finally shoved each other away at the same moment and stepped back.

The two pairs of colossal breasts, flattened to their absolute limit, sprang back to their original volume with a heavy, rolling bounce. Unconcerned by our hideously wrinkled clothes, we panted hard and glared at each other as if ready to tear the other apart.

"My, how vicious. Those murderous eyes suit the Black Room perfectly."

Two women walked out into the lobby: Kim Su-min, the so-called master of Avalon, and her secretary, Lee Se-ryeong.

"Welcome, Ms. Yoon Se-ah. And Ms. Lu Yuyen. This is the heart of Avalon—the Black Room."

Se-ryeong's voice was ice-cold.

Following her lead, we crossed the lobby, passed through a heavy door, and entered the inner chamber. It was a consultation room where the scent of cigars, leather, and a faint metallic tang of iron mingled in the air.

In the center of that perfectly soundproofed silence stood a cold table of black obsidian. Even as we took our seats opposite each other, Lu Yuyen and I kept side-eyeing one another with pure killing intent, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠air between us razor-sharp.

"You cannot step into the ring for a sexual duel immediately. I understand your impatience, but the procedures here are not so light."

At those words, Su-min—who had been standing with one hip cocked beside Se-ryeong—let out a light, derisive snort of laughter. This was a woman who had climbed into the octagon more times than she could count. The languid, arrogant ease of a true strong fighter dripped from her every movement.

"What's the rush? By the time the match is over, both of those fancy udders of yours will be burst and crushed beyond recognition. You should take a little time to admire each other's pretty bodies while they're still intact."

Even at Su-min's mocking joke, Se-ryeong did not so much as twitch. She remained perfectly upright and spoke again.

"The two of you have come today to enter into a contract for a Sexual Duel—staking everything you are in order to destroy the other's femininity. Avalon's sexual duels are not street brawls. They are artistic annihilation grounded in a thorough prior contract."

Se-ryeong unrolled a sheet of parchment and continued.

"The Sexual Duel Performance Contract you will draft today will specify every detail—the spoils of victory, the disposition of the loser. The method of combat is decided by mutual agreement between the two of you."

Su-min swirled her champagne glass and added from the side,

"Meaning you're free to choose which part you want to rip apart—tits or pussy. Of course, with those massive racks you're both swinging, a breast match would be the most fun to watch. Then again…… I've never seen bitches bigger than me before. Jin-hyuk really did shop carefully, huh."

For an instant, something cold sank into a corner of my heart.

Jin-hyuk shopped carefully?

What did this woman know about my husband? An unpleasant sense of dissonance and a crawling, spine-chilling suspicion began to rise from deep in my gut.

But before that doubt could fully seize my mind, the sight of Lu Yuyen's face burned every last scrap of reason away.

Right. That isn't what matters right now. First I peel the skin off that bitch.

I forcibly crushed the ominous fragment that had brushed my mind and focused every drop of murderous intent on the woman in front of me.

Lu Yuyen ran her tongue over her crimson lips and stared at me as if she meant to devour me whole.

"First I'm going to turn that high-and-mighty sister's tits into complete rags. So Oppa never comes looking for that fake Madonna's milk again."

She raked her eyes down my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lower body and added with a filthy smirk,

"And that pussy of yours too…… I want to crush it so you'll never have a kid. I'll be the one who births the son and takes the seat next to my husband."

I lifted my chin and shot back with pure arrogance.

"Insolent bitch. Don't even dream of surrender. Crawling on the ground while you shed tears of blood will be the end of you."

Se-ryeong stepped between us with an expressionless face. She looked us over in turn with the dry gaze of someone inspecting meat at a slaughterhouse ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and spoke.

"Very well. Then what detailed rules shall we finalize in the contract? Avalon requires a concrete agreement on the body parts to be destroyed and the methods of destruction."

When Se-ryeong lifted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a tablet PC and brought up several items, Su-min—still lazily sipping champagne—leaned into the conversation.

"First, let's put 'Breast Crushing Match' in as standard. The way you'll pulverize each other is going to be extremely satisfying."

She pointed alternately at Lu Yuyen's chest and mine, smiling wickedly.

"Next, how about a 'Pussy Match'? This one uses tools. Ever heard of a double-ended dildo? I tried it myself once—works amazingly well. Hurts so bad you think your womb's finished, but when you win, you can wreck the other side that thoroughly."

Lu Yuyen nodded, eyes full of venom, and snapped,

"Fine, I'll do it. Put in anything if it means she can never stand in front of our Oppa again."

I added coldly without so much as a blink.

"Add it. And this Combined Match as well. In case she's still breathing, so we can stamp her out for good."

Se-ryeong operated the tablet with the indifference of someone simply recording our answers.

"Confirmed. Breast Crushing Match, Pussy Match, and Combined Match. Will that suffice?"

She looked between the two of us, about to offer the pen, then paused.

"Before you sign, you must understand this clearly. This contract is a Deed of Transfer of the Soul that transcends mere legal force."

Her cold eyes bored into us as she delivered the final warning.

"Do not decide too hastily. This is not a simple matter of pride. You are staking the rest of your lives as women."

Su-min grinned and leaned against the table.

"Conveniently, a very entertaining sexual duel starts in a week. How about you see it with your own eyes before you put your seal on the contract? Over the finest Dom Pérignon, of course."

At Su-min's proposal I raised one brow slightly. The fact that the hellish betrayal I was living through was nothing more than common entertainment here in Avalon was unbearably galling—and yet it also stirred a strange curiosity.

"Start the briefing for next week's match. Who are these venom-filled bitches?"

Se-ryeong answered in her dry, emotionless voice.

"Delivering the report."

The story was crueler than anything I could have imagined.

Su-min leaned her upper body across the table, the sneering curve of her lips deepening.

"Well? Reading it, doesn't it feel a lot more sticky and horrific than you expected? Are you really going to watch blood fly in the ring just to protect that little scrap of pride?"

I chewed my lip for a moment, then nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"It doesn't matter. Seeing that bitch's end in advance will be useful."

Lu Yuyen was quick to snort and agree as well.

"I'm fine with it too. Hope that elegant madam doesn't piss herself watching."