Canvas of Savagery (Sae vs. Ji-su)
Wine in the crystal flute kept bursting jewel-bright bubbles without end.
"Jin-hyuk, is the champagne temperature all right?"
Su-min, pressed flush against my side, murmured in a languid voice.
"A little warm. Probably from your body heat. Not bad, though."
My gaze, however, stayed locked on the lower floor beyond the bulletproof glass.
There lay the octagon. A pure-white canvas under halogen lights that stabbed straight down, an octagonal execution ground waiting for today's offerings.
"Oh, they're finally coming in. Poor bitches."
Su-min edged closer to the window with open interest, licking her lips.
Two women walked out under the lights. Not a thread on them—completely naked.
Through the lounge speakers, Se-ryeong's voice—perfectly stripped of feeling, like a ring announcer—rolled through the hall.
Han Ji-su · Age 29 · Height 158 cm · Weight 48 kg · Measurements 34-23-35
Miyamoto Sae · Age 29 · Height 155 cm · Weight 46 kg · Measurements 35-24-36
Their bodies formed a stark contrast that greedily drank every spectator's stare.
Ji-su in the black corner possessed features as ornate as a finely cut jewel. Over skin pale and translucent as moonlight, her eyes slanted upward with the cold cruelty of a wildcat—no, a lynx—radiating merciless beauty.
Sae in the red corner was quieter, yet her eyes—pitiful and sweet as a puppy's—pulled the gaze. Her firm, copper-tinged flesh, as if dusk had soaked into it, carried a raw, destructive force.
Two pairs of D-cups that looked ready to spill between the fingers when gripped. Personally I found their mass a touch lacking, but still…
"Both of them have eyes I like."
I murmured low and wet my lips with champagne.
Prep staff approached the center of the ring and seated the two women facing each other.
In the middle of the octagon, Ji-su and Sae began to take a posture so grotesque and shameful it was hard to believe even while watching. Hands planted behind them to brace their upper bodies, both legs forced wide to either side until the ligaments screamed at their absolute limit—a perfect, splayed M-shape.
Between the spread thighs the scarlet inner flesh of their cunts lay exposed, and the tiny clitorises nestled in the soft folds still half-hid themselves, perched precariously.
Their crotches aimed straight at each other. Ji-su's and Sae's venomous gazes clashed in the air like blades.
Director Se-ryeong's low, dry voice carried into the ring.
The moment that brief signal fell, both women lifted their hips, drew their pelvises back as far as they could, then snapped them forward with brutal force.
"Die—!"
"You die—!"
Their lower bodies carved parabolas through the air and charged at terrifying speed. A mad rush that willingly hurled a woman's most vulnerable vital point forward in order to shatter the other first.
And in that flash of an instant, their crotches collided head-on in midair with not a hair's breadth of error.
Thwack—! Splat—!!!
Wet flesh and flesh mashed together like dough, crushing and grinding, and the lewd rupture of sound rolled out heavy and thick.
"Kyaaah—!"
"Hnnngh—!"
Screams burst out together. The pressure of that instantaneous impact surpassed imagination. Their delicate cunt-flesh smashed into each other and was pulverized.
Unable to withstand the collision, the flesh around their openings swelled scarlet and blue-black bruises began to bloom. The little buds meant only to receive pleasure were crushed flat, went white, then flushed red—like cherry blossoms.
"Aaaah… ugkh…!"
Both women toppled to the canvas, thrashing and writhing in pain.
"Haa, haa… hngh! You thieving bitch, how dare you…"
But the pain was only momentary. Ji-su rose first. Tear-streaked face fixed on Sae, she forced her trembling legs open into the M once more.
Sae would not yield. She too gritted her teeth, crawled across the floor, and reset her posture. After a single blow their cunts were already puffed and bruised—yet they spread their thighs even more savagely, as if flaunting the wounds like medals.
"Haa… don't make me laugh. Sunbae is mine! I suit him better!"
Ji-su answered coldly, eyes locked on Sae's crotch.
"Shut up! By tonight that hole of yours will be nothing but a lump of meat that can never take a husband's cock again."
Two bitches preparing once more to smash their cunts together.
Ji-su charged first like a beast. Her target was precise: the entrance of Sae's cunt, still sealed tight as a clam. Relentless successive headbutts rained down on that tender seam.
Thud, thud, crunch!
Merciless. Ji-su's hard pubic bone and crushed cunt-flesh ground into Sae's softest vital point without mercy. The rupture of sound was hair-raising.
Love juices streaked with pale crimson blood gushed out and slowly soaked Sae's thighs in a sticky sheen.
Blow after blow. Sae's sensitive mound began to visibly pulp.
Yet Sae too was at the cliff's edge. She endured the bombardment by sheer spite. In the crushing agony she screamed.
"I… I have to live too!"
In the instant Ji-su's pelvis drove in, Sae snapped her own lower body forward with brutal force. A perfect counter that gave flesh to take bone.
"Kyaaah… you vicious bitch…"
The scream that tore from Ji-su's mouth clearly carried a heated moan beneath the sharp pain.
Once more their lower bodies locked together in midair, mercilessly.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Splat, squelch, thwack—!
Flesh and flesh crushed like dough. Yet between those ruptures, wetter, more obscene moans of heat began to intermingle.
"Haa… haak…! You… you dog-bitch…!"
Ji-su spat curses through clenched teeth, but her cunt had already begun to betray her. Every time the swollen clitoris was smashed against Sae's pubic bone, a sharp electric pleasure arched her waist like a bow.
She hated it with every fiber of her being, yet her body grew hotter, the narrow walls of her vagina convulsing madly as if trying to suck in the other's flesh.
Sae was no different.
"Nngh…! Haaang…! You… die… first…!"
Her voice too was sliding toward a cry of ecstasy.
Hatred ground her teeth, yet her legs opened wider of their own accord and her pelvis bucked instinctively toward the other woman.
Their cunts had already been reduced to unrecognizable pulp, like crushed fruit.
The murderous will to destroy each other forever was slowly staining itself with a nauseating sensuality.
"Hngh…! I knew you were a whore. Dripping like this while you talk about who breaks whom…"
Ji-su sneered through gritted teeth, yet her own cunt was already in the same state.
Hatred and pleasure tangled; both women's eyes were growing unfocused.
"Haang…! Your cunt… will break… first…!"
Sae panted back, but her thighs were already trembling as they ground harder against the other's sex.
A sensual slaughterhouse.
Looking down on that desperate mud-fight from above, I exhaled a languid, heated breath and twisted the corner of my mouth in satisfaction.
"What a magnificent show."
No sooner had the praise left me than another chain of hair-raising ruptures erupted from the octagon below—flesh slamming into flesh with savage force.
Thud! Slap! Crunch—!
This was thorough and perfect butchery. The front of my trousers slowly swelled, radiating heat.
"To go that far… you really can't just dismiss them as stupid."
Watching the spectacle, Su-min's eyes held a strange mixture of dread and deep excitement.
The sight of another person's flesh being torn to pieces always stimulates the nerves. Su-min wet her lips with a red tongue, then quietly reached for the buckle of my pants.
"You can't hold out either, Jin-hyuk. Let me help."
She sank to her knees between my legs. Her hands were skilled. She lowered my zipper and carefully drew out my vicious, heat-swollen club. The coppery scent of blood rising from the octagon and the sweet fragrance of the lounge crossed in a strange moment.
Su-min's hot lips softly took in my tip.
"Mmm…"
Below, swollen cunt smashed into swollen cunt and the dull impacts of flesh being pulverized rang without pause; in my private place, Su-min's delicate tongue worked from head to root.
Thwack—!
"Aaaaah!"
"Kyaaaah!"
Su-min stared at Ji-su and Sae rolling on the floor, then began to suck my cock even more sadistically, even more fiercely.
Her tongue and the roof of her mouth worked my shaft with force.
Slurp, churrrp, zzzt—!
The soft fellatio soon turned into violent suction. I roughly fisted the hair of the woman diligently serving between my legs and looked down.
The murderous intent of the two women thrashing on that ring, their shame, their destroyed bodies, and the greed of the woman now wetting my lap—
Every gear of this hell was meshing and spinning madly around one single being: me. The thrill of dominion surged through my lower body.
"Haa… ahahaha!"
At last I exploded, pouring semen deep into Su-min's mouth. She made her throat work, swallowing every last drop of the thick white flood as if she would leave none behind.
Here, I alone was the sole god of these deranged bitches.