A Bizarre Union (Se-ah vs. Lu Yuyen Mid-1)
A mere one-minute break.
The aura saturating the ring had not faded in the slightest. If anything, Se-ah’s eyes—having tasted true shame for the first time in her life during the opening round—now burned with a venom she had never shown before.
If I get pushed back even once more, everything ends.
Through her tangled hair Se-ah glared at Lu Yuyen as if she meant to tear her apart. She was no longer a hothouse flower; she had become a wild bloom.
Lu Yuyen, still steadying her ragged breath, refused to yield and bared her teeth in a venomous smile of her own.
Cleanup crew in protective suits climbed silently onto the ring. One of them set a luxurious box down in the exact center with careful hands.
Clunk. A dull, ominous metallic click released the lock and the lid swung open.
The instant they saw what lay inside, both women stopped breathing as though they had rehearsed the moment together.
Nestled on vivid red velvet was a double-headed dildo as thick and long as a grown man’s forearm. Carved from ebony, it was no ordinary plaything.
The wood’s surface carried only a thin coat of finish; the texture itself had been deliberately left rough and crude. The malice of its design was unmistakable. Both ends had been meticulously sculpted into the shape of a glans, as if meant to spear straight through a body, radiating a brutal, intimidating presence.
It was a tool whose sheer mass and girth made the lower belly tighten with dread at the mere sight of it.
"Crazy…!"
A winded curse slipped from Lu Yuyen’s lips.
"H-how are we supposed to take something like that…!"
Se-ah swallowed hard. Terror and a fresh layer of humiliation tangled together, setting her shoulders trembling.
When the live cameras zoomed in on the double-headed dildo, the anonymous viewers beyond the screen shared the same shock.
Watching the first round live from Avalon, the two mistresses—Su-min and Chloe—were caught in a strange fever of their own.
The obscene spectacle of those Z-cup beauties crushing each other’s breasts had simultaneously stoked the voyeurism and masochism buried inside them. Before they realized it, both women had sidled up close beside Jin-hyuk, who was locked onto the monitor.
"Haa… Jin-hyuk… those bitches are seriously vicious. I got so wet without even noticing."
Chloe pressed her full breasts blatantly against Jin-hyuk’s shoulder. Her slender fingers trailed down his thigh and cautiously reached for the completely swollen bulge at his waist.
"…I’ll take care of this side."
At the same moment Su-min, seated opposite, parted her wet lips and breathed hot air against Jin-hyuk’s ear, about to kiss him—
Slap—!
A sharp crack of impact. Jin-hyuk had struck Su-min’s cheek with brutal force. Before her head could even finish whipping around and her body hit the floor, he seized Chloe’s wrist—still reaching for his crotch—in a crushing grip.
"Aaaagh! J-Jin-hyuk…!"
Chloe’s eyes watered as she screamed, yet Jin-hyuk’s gaze never once left the ring. He simply stared through the screen as if the two women beside him did not exist.
"Get lost."
The cold voice was threaded with tightly reined excitement.
"Don’t interrupt. Keep getting in my way and I’ll shove whatever’s in front of me into those holes of yours."
Trembling finely, Su-min and Chloe crawled across the floor and retreated to the farthest corner of the sofa.
Back on the ring, Se-ryeong issued the order.
Both combatants. Move to the center of the ring, spread your legs wide, and sit facing each other.
Se-ah and Lu Yuyen staggered to their feet and approached the center.
The two women sat facing each other on the ring floor and forced their legs as far apart as they would go—assuming the so-called M-position.
Between the fully opened thighs, both women’s entrances were already flushed and swollen from the first round. Their clits stood out prominently; extreme arousal had forced slick fluid to spill in thick pulses, slowly staining the floor.
Insert the prepared tool yourselves.
The order was both humiliating and merciless.
Se-ah bit her lip until it nearly bled; Lu Yuyen eyed the dildo with open interest. There was no right of refusal. Both women reached out, gripped opposite ends of the monstrous wooden shaft the thickness of a man’s forearm, and pressed the tips precisely against their swollen entrances.
"Nnngh…!"
"Ha-eup…!"
The rough, hard wooden glans began to force its way into two impossibly tight openings with brutal indifference.
Creak, scrape—!
"Aaaagh!! It’s tearing—it’s tearing me…!"
"Haa-eung…! This hurts a little…!"
As their flesh stretched to its absolute limit, both women arched like drawn bows and screamed. The coarse surface of the dildo scraped their delicate inner walls while it shoved deeper without mercy.
At last half of the wooden shaft was buried deep inside each of them. Two alluring naked bodies were now grotesquely joined by a single fake weapon.
Even if they wanted to pull apart, each woman’s inner walls clenched the dildo so tightly that escape was impossible—exactly like two bitches bound by a single leash. The visual was both shocking and obscenely erotic.
With the starting signal the shocking erotic clash began.
Se-ah and Lu Yuyen leaned back slightly and dug both hands into the floor for purchase.
"Die!"
Lu Yuyen struck first. Using her lower-body strength she yanked her hips backward while contracting her vaginal muscles with mad force, clamping down on the half buried inside her and hauling the entire shaft hard toward herself.
"Ah… Kyaaaaah!"
As Lu Yuyen pulled, the opposite end lodged inside Se-ah scraped her walls like a grappling hook and threatened to rip free. Unfamiliar, searing pain made Se-ah’s waist shudder violently.
"Haa…! Weak little bitch! Either break right here or—!"
Riding the momentum, Lu Yuyen slammed her hips forward like a cannonball aimed at Se-ah.
Thud!
"Hahk!"
The rebound drove the weapon deep into Se-ah’s most sensitive core with a heavy, crushing impact.
"Akh! D-darling… hnnngh…"
White-hot pain exploded behind her eyes; a moan tore from Se-ah’s throat. Lu Yuyen smiled, certain she had seized the advantage.
But Lu Yuyen had overlooked one fact: Se-ah possessed flexibility and core strength honed by years of pilates and yoga. Her obsession with her husband was no weaker than Lu Yuyen’s own.
The moment Lu Yuyen tried to drag the dildo back again, Se-ah moved.
What flashed through Se-ah’s mind was only her husband’s gentle smile. He might never love her alone, yet in front of her he had always been the perfect husband. Even if it was a lie, she would take it. A twisted, deformed love. Rather than lose that man, she would become a monster—the blind obsession seized every nerve in her body.
Se-ah condensed all her strength into her lower abdomen.
"I will never… give up…!"
She clamped her inner walls so hard the wood itself seemed ready to snap.
"Eh? Ugh…"
When the dildo refused to move, Lu Yuyen froze in surprise—and Se-ah, planting both arms behind her, yanked her own hips backward with explosive force.
"Kyaaaaaaah!"
Lu Yuyen’s scream ripped through the octagon.
Se-ah’s pull dragged Lu Yuyen’s entire body forward. Delicate mucous membranes scraped and tore; the agony crashed over her.
"This is—! …Haa-eung! There’s no way… I’d lose…!"
"Nngh… Shut up! A loose hole like yours can’t beat me!"
Se-ah had completely lost her reason; she began slamming her hips with mad abandon. Not merely matching what Lu Yuyen had done—surpassing it in cruelty. She snapped her pelvis forward again and again, driving the dildo relentlessly into Lu Yuyen’s womb.
Thud! Crunch! Scrape!
"Aaaagh! It hurts! It huuurts!"
Lu Yuyen screamed in agony, then quickly recovered her stance.
A desperate ping-pong. The two women, now perfectly equal, began thrashing their hips and whipping their waists in a frenzy, each determined to tear the other’s cunt apart and destroy the womb beyond.
Scrape! Crunch! Screeech—! Squelch, scrape!
Inside the octagon, human language no longer existed.
Every time the dildo skewering and joining the two women’s lower bodies lurched, the sound of raw flesh tearing, the panting of beasts, and the filthy wet noises filled the space completely.
Yet this desperate exchange of blows paradoxically flung open the gates of hellish pleasure.
The thick, rough foreign object crushed and scraped across both women’s G-spots and every sensitive zone inside them; stars burst behind their eyes.
What had begun as a fight to tear a rival apart for the man they loved was steadily transforming into a corrupted mating ritual.