The Queen's Eyes (Se-ah vs. Lu Yuyen — Mid-2)
"Haaang! Aaaaang…….! Uung!"
"Uuung…….! Heuk, haang…….! Aah! Haaaaang…….!"
The cold screams of pure agony had already melted into feverish, orgasm-laced cries of ecstasy.
"Aang! Oppa……. Look only at me! Fuck me harder……. Haang! It's tearing me apart……!"
In Lu Yuyen's unfocused eyes, only the afterimage of Jin-hyuk shimmered. Even as waves of pleasure crashed through her, she bit down hard on her lip, thrashing desperately to keep hold of the last fraying threads of her reason.
The one and only god who had lifted her out of the gutter. For him, she would do anything.
"Ahk……! Uuung……. Don't you dare call him! Jin-hyuk is mine!"
Even as her waist shuddered violently, Se-ah began driving her own hips deeper and more savagely, determined to crush Lu Yuyen beneath her.
The sole purpose of this mad tug-of-war was clear:
To prove that the only womb worthy of receiving Kang Jin-hyuk's seed was her own.
The two women climaxed in turn, yet never stopped battering each other. From their cunts, brutally violated by the dildo, thick rivulets of blood mixed with love juices spilled out in wet, gulping pulses.
"Uuu……! Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaang……!"
Their screams erupted together. It was a primal duel waged with their very womanhood, a desperate dance of courtship offered up to a single man.
The monitor room.
Two bitches, lower halves skewered on the dildo he had poured his heart into preparing, enduring agony as they destroyed each other. The fact that both his noble wife and the vulgar whore were nothing more than toys in the palm of his hand sent a delicious shiver scraping across the depths of Jin-hyuk's soul.
"……Cry more. Tell me it hurts, hang on in pathetic misery……!"
The two women's screams, moans, and the raw, wet sounds of friction tore through the speakers. Jin-hyuk roughly seized his own cock, swollen to the point of bursting. Veins stood out livid along the thick club of flesh as he pumped it hard, exhaling languid, beastly breaths.
In one corner at his feet, Chloe and Su-min—who had been cowering in terror from Jin-hyuk's earlier violence—were tangled together like animals. The two women who had once ruled Avalon were no different from those on the ring; they shared sloppy, saliva-slick kisses and writhed against each other right beside their master's shoes.
"Haa…… Fight until only one hole is left to take my cum."
Semen erupted from the tip of his tightly swollen glans.
"Heuk……!"
Jin-hyuk steadied his breathing and looked down at the two women soiled by the remnants of his lust.
Back on the ring.
"Haaaaang! Die! Just fucking die, Yoon Se-ah……!"
"Ha-euk! Uuuuuk……! You die…… first!"
Se-ah and Lu Yuyen lay back, fingers trembling as they clawed at the floor hard enough to tear it open. Their insides clenched to the absolute limit around the dildo, hips thrashing with vicious stubbornness—and then it happened.
Crack. Crunch, split——!
The opposing forces trying to rip each other apart finally proved too much even for solid ebony. A fracture raced along the dildo; it snapped with a sharp report and broke clean in two.
"Kyaaaaaak-!"
As the broken dildo whipped free, both women crashed ignominiously onto the ring floor.
Regret and shock poured in from every side as Se-ryeong's voice rang out.
Round 2 Cunt Match concluded. One-minute rest, then Round 3—
But the announcement never finished.
"Why……. It was still fine!"
"I'm going to tear you apart and kill you!"
Se-ah and Lu Yuyen had already lost all reason; they seized each other's hair in vicious fists. Rolling and thrashing across the ring floor slick with blood, love juices, and sweat, the two women tangled in a filthy, chaotic mess.
"Die! Just die already!"
Lu Yuyen cracked Se-ah across the cheek; Se-ah answered without yielding, clenching her fist and driving it straight into Lu Yuyen's bouncing breast.
SEPARATE THEM.
At Se-ryeong's command, the cleanup team waiting on standby poured onto the ring and forcibly tore the women apart.
With practiced hands they swept away the shattered dildo fragments, forced the women's thighs open, and yanked free the remaining pieces still buried deep inside their walls.
The stage for the final round was cleared in an instant.
Round 3 Comprehensive Match begins. From this point forward, it is a no-rules deathmatch.
The two women immediately locked together like beasts again. A breathless ground exchange of mounts stolen and reclaimed followed.
"Eup! Uuuueup……!"
Lu Yuyen finally flattened Se-ah's torso and smothered her face under her own soft, heavy breasts, cutting off her air. Even through the flickering terror of suffocation, Se-ah thrashed and hammered both fists madly into the sides of Lu Yuyen's chest.
Thud! Slap! Whump!
Dull, lewd impacts exploded one after another. Every time Se-ah's hate-fueled fists sank deep into Lu Yuyen's taut side-boob, the rich chocolate-colored flesh rolled like waves.
"Ah, aang……! Heut……!"
In a heartbeat the positions reversed. Se-ah reclaimed the mount, panting hard as she seized a fistful of Lu Yuyen's hair and slammed her head into the floor.
"You! Filthy bitch!"
Bang! Bang! Se-ah's powerful hands clamped onto Lu Yuyen's breasts and savagely tore at them.
"Kyaaaaak!"
The unfamiliar agony of having her breast flesh ripped made Lu Yuyen scream, yet instinct refused to break.
Lu Yuyen kicked both powerful legs high into the air. Then she wrapped her thighs like a snake around the slender throat of the woman pinning her, locking them into a tight scissor.
"Keok……! Keueok……!"
Her windpipe crushed, Se-ah's pure white face flushed crimson in an instant. Her hands flailed uselessly in empty air before she began clawing and raking desperately at the thighs choking her.
Long nail tracks scored Lu Yuyen's skin and beads of blood welled up, yet the crushing pressure showed no sign of loosening.
"Heueuk……! Uuu……!"
Tear- and sweat-smeared red lips gasping for air. Slender fingers trembling. That desperate struggle paradoxically radiated a beautiful, heartrending quality that only inflamed a viewer's sadism.
Lu Yuyen flipped Se-ah's entire body—still locked in the choke—and slammed her brutally onto the floor.
"Uk……!"
Mounting Se-ah, Lu Yuyen began raining down punches onto the now-defenseless face.
"Stubborn little shit! Just lie there quietly and die already!"
Thwack! Smack! Blows landed in rapid succession. Se-ah made no attempt to dodge the incoming fists; instead she shot both arms out and latched onto Lu Yuyen's neck and waist like a drowning woman. Even from the inferior position she yanked her close and traded fire.
"Shut up! I'd rather die together than hand over the master bedroom to a bitch like you!"
The two women clung viciously to each other's throat and waist, rolling together across the floor already slick with blood and juices, tumbling as one toward the edge of the octagon in a desperate struggle for control.
Wham-!
"Auk……!"
Se-ah's back slammed mercilessly into the solid steel fence of the octagon. The horrific impact against her spine locked her body rigid and forced a choked scream from her throat. In that split second her defense collapsed, air cut off.
"Got you."
Lu Yuyen did not miss the opening. She climbed straight onto Se-ah and seized a perfect mount position.
Thighs pinning her opponent, Lu Yuyen—still dragging in ragged breaths—slowly lowered her head. The wrecked form of Se-ah sprawled on the floor filled her vision in raw detail.
……I survived.
That high-and-mighty Madam Yoon Se-ah lay limp as a corpse, unable to so much as twitch a finger.
"Haa……. Haa……. It's all over, Yoon Se-ah. You're finished……."
The words of mockery died on Lu Yuyen's lips as if she had been struck.
Through the tangled black hair, Se-ah's ash-gray eyes stared straight through her—utterly unbroken, not a shred of spirit lost.
Even after being dragged into the gutter and defiled, that noble bearing still seemed to live on.
Faced with a dignity that could not be erased no matter how thoroughly the shell was stripped away, Lu Yuyen felt defeat. Deep down she already knew. She knew exactly where that arrogant certainty came from.
Oppa……. Oppa, tell me.
The inferiority complex tattooed into the very bottom of her soul was dragged forcibly to the surface. To escape the psychological pressure, Lu Yuyen unconsciously lifted her head—like a fanatic seeking her savior.
She forced her blood- and sweat-caked eyelids open and strained desperately toward the lounge. Her god would be there.
Smile at me……!
With bloodshot eyes Lu Yuyen searched for Jin-hyuk beyond the lens. If he would only look at her with the same gentle gaze he had given her that night, she felt she could sever this crushing inferiority and terror and sink her teeth into the throat of that proud queen.
But the gaze she finally met through her stained vision plunged Lu Yuyen into pure despair.