Toys on the Ring (Yu-ri vs Min-a, Part 2)
The instant Seo Yu-ri's powerful arms locked around Choi Min-a's slender waist as if to snap it in half, Min-a refused to yield. She shot both arms out and seized Yu-ri's ass with brutal force in place of any proper grip.
"Ugh…!"
"Nngh…!"
Their chests collided head-on with raw violence. A dull, wet grind of flesh accompanied the crushing of two pairs of breasts as they flattened and rebounded against each other. The alien pain of her breasts being smashed drove Min-a to swallow a scream and dig her fingers harder into Yu-ri's ass; her sharp nails punched deep into the meat.
"Kyaaah!"
The stabbing pain made Yu-ri's shoulders jerk with a short cry, yet she only clamped down harder on Min-a's waist, squeezing as though she meant to peel the skin right off.
They looked like two cows locked horn to horn. Both women planted their feet into the ring floor like boulders and poured their entire body weight into shoving each other back with savage force.
Their lower bodies locked together.
"Hnn…!"
"Haah…!"
Every time Yu-ri's deep bronze thighs and Min-a's snow-white ones tangled and ground wetly against each other, muffled moans that sounded almost like suppressed cries of pleasure slipped out.
Determined to slam her opponent to the canvas, Yu-ri drove her thigh mercilessly into the deepest, most secret crease between Min-a's legs. The dizzying jolt of soft inner-thigh flesh being crushed made Min-a's hips twitch and shudder. Still she refused to stop. With her characteristic flexibility she coiled around Yu-ri's thigh and the back of her knee like a snake, fighting viciously to break the other woman's balance.
Sweat-slick, glistening pairs of thighs shoved, counter-shoved, and squelched against each other without pause, filling the octagon with ragged panting. Advance, retreat, advance again—it was pure wrestling.
"You muscle-brained bitch! Just fall already! You think Oppa's gonna be happy even if you win?"
Min-a hissed the venom straight into Yu-ri's ear and snapped her hips upward.
Thud!
The instant Yu-ri's pussy smashed against Min-a's hard pubic bone, her entrance was crushed flat and a spray of bright scarlet juices burst free.
"Haah…!"
Yu-ri clenched her teeth and tried to shove Min-a back, but Min-a arched her spine with liquid flexibility and twisted her pelvis with surgical precision. Using the rebound she yanked her own hips free, then drove her pussy straight into Yu-ri's.
Slap! Thud!
The two women's pussies collided head-on with vicious force. Swollen outer lips mashed each other flat, sending a sickening impact crack echoing through the ring.
"Feel that? This is the pussy Oppa loved…!"
Min-a rocked her pelvis in tiny, relentless strokes, grinding and stabbing at Yu-ri's now-exposed clit again and again. Soft, soaked folds of Min-a's sex locked perfectly over Yu-ri's and rubbed hard. Sticky, obscene squelching filled every corner of the ring.
"Hn—aah…!"
The unexpected, filthy barrage made Yu-ri stagger backward. Pain and shame from having her most secret, sensitive place pulverized were already undoing her.
"That's why you got dumped."
Min-a's taunt made tears of humiliation well and tremble in Yu-ri's eyes.
"Shut up! I'll die before I lose to you!"
On the verge of collapse, Yu-ri's palm whipped toward Min-a's ass.
Crack—!
The sound was like skin being peeled raw. A vivid red handprint bloomed across Min-a's cheek. Yu-ri began thrashing Min-a's ass and thighs in a frenzied storm of blows.
"Kyaaah…! You crazy bitch!"
Staggering Min-a bloodshot her eyes and lashed back on pure reflex, slamming her open palm down onto Yu-ri's firm ass without mercy.
Crack! Slap! Smack!! Whaaack—!!
The wet detonations of bare flesh being whipped exploded like fireworks. Once-beautiful asses and thighs were layered with overlapping crimson palm prints, leaving marks that were both grotesque and erotic.
"Break! Die right here!"
"You die first, you stubborn bitch!"
Savage spanking that rattled bone. Both women's asses and thighs were soon covered in dozens of handprints, each one a hideous yet sensual brand.
From the seats that offered the most visceral view of the two women's death match, Yoon Se-ah clutched the hem of her dress and found her fists clenched without realizing it.
Horrible… so this is a sex fight…
She could not breathe. Blood dripping in fat drops, bodies tangled like beasts, raw flesh tearing, breasts mashed into pulp—the naked spectacle made Se-ah understand. The elegance and refinement she had spent a lifetime cultivating became worthless garbage the moment she stepped onto that ring.
Her head turned on pure instinct. Her wavering gaze found Lu Yuyen.
What if those crude breasts came crashing down on top of me?
Se-ah's heart plummeted and pressure clamped around her throat. Just imagining it made her chest ache.
I can't run. My perfect home, my husband—I'll protect everything. I'll become a monster just like them.
The ash-gray eyes that had been trembling with fear settled into a strange, quiet madness.
Lu Yuyen, by contrast, had been completely captivated by the barbaric violence from the first second.
Without noticing she crossed her legs tightly and rubbed her inner thighs together with sticky friction. Listening to the screams and impacts exploding from the ring, the lower lips between her legs were already soaked and slick.
Yes—harder! Stronger! Crush her without mercy!
Yuyen especially resonated with Min-a. The image of a usurper who had stolen the wife's place overlapped perfectly with her own. She smacked her lips and slid a sidelong glance at Se-ah sitting ramrod straight beside her.
Just wait, Yoon Se-ah. I'll grind you completely into the dirt. In the end I'll take your place.
Between the two women trading sidelong looks, a storm of blood was already blowing as fierce as the one on the ring.
Back on the octagon.
"Kyaaah!"
Yu-ri pounced the moment Min-a lost her balance and hit the floor. The two women tangled together, soaked in sweat and blood.
Desperate not to give up mount, Min-a forced her upper body halfway upright. Bracing against the canvas she shot both long, flexible legs out and scissored Yu-ri's thighs shut. Yu-ri refused to yield either; she forced her own thighs into the gap between Min-a's legs and locked them.
Four legs zipped together like interlocking teeth, each pair of thighs alternating and completely entangled.
"I'll make sure you never stand again for the rest of your life, Choi Min-a!"
Yu-ri began crushing the thigh trapped between her legs, as if she meant to snap Min-a's leg clean in two.
"Go ahead and try, Seo Yu-ri! You clumsy bitch! Aaah…!"
The two females' legs compressed each other without a single inch of mercy.
Groin grinding against raw flesh. Both women's waists shuddered as if they might break.
"Haaang…! Ugh, aaaang…!"
Juices flowed; moans of pain and pleasure twisted together and burst free.
"Hn…! Too hard… aaang!"
"Haah…! St-stop! Aaah…!"
Their movements gradually slowed. In the end neither could endure; the strength drained from their legs at the same moment and they both collapsed face-down onto the canvas.
They no longer had the strength to rise. Yet with cheeks pressed to the floor, gasping, the eyes they fixed on each other spoke clearly.
It was not over yet.
The two women began crawling toward each other.
The two women's desperate struggle was being consumed as perfect entertainment by the anonymous males watching from the other side of the screen.