Subjugating the Bully Girl (9)
From the very beginning, Dong-hyun had never expected to win a fight against Han Su-yeon — not with his fists, at any rate. Grappling, however, was another matter entirely.
Grappling demanded real skill. Wrestling, jiu-jitsu, judo — it made no difference. That was why even the most devastating strikers in mixed martial arts found themselves in genuine misery the moment a fight hit the ground.
And yet Dong-hyun had come ready to grapple, and the reason was Sirian. Blessed with the Martial God trait, Sirian used his body with an almost supernatural fluency, and that fluency extended spectacularly to the ground game. If Dong-hyun hopped between quests and played Han Su-yeon's stand-in himself, he figured Sirian could teach him how to break her grappling.
"Grappling? You mean the kind you do on the ground?"
"Yeah! Hurry up. I'm in a rush."
Sirian found it more than a little absurd that the emperor had come bursting in, out of breath, only to demand a grappling lesson — but this was Ailes giving the order. He couldn't refuse. Besides, he had no particular reason to.
"Listen carefully. I attack you like this, and you... uh... lie down. You've been hit. That's you right now."
"I go down from a single punch?"
"No! Just do what I tell you. You pretended to take the hit so you could drag it to the ground, then you grabbed my leg. So what do you do?"
Dong-hyun snapped at Sirian, who clearly wasn't following, then walked him through it step by step. He assumed the position Han Su-yeon had taken and had Sirian take his own.
"In this position, I would hook an arm behind the knee and dump them, yes?"
As Sirian spoke, he hooked his arm behind Dong-hyun's knee and pulled — and Dong-hyun staggered. In that instant, he switched quests.
Then he did exactly what Sirian had done, catching Han Su-yeon behind the knee and yanking.
Han Su-yeon staggered, but only for a moment. She dropped to her knees instead and drove her weight into Dong-hyun's midsection.
He switched quests again and pressed his belly against Sirian's abdomen the same way.
"Oh... you're actually quite good at this. But when that happens, you twist your body, slip the knee, and circle around behind them."
In a flash, Sirian slipped Dong-hyun's knee, circled behind him, and locked up his waist from the rear.
And so the exchange between Dong-hyun and Han Su-yeon went on, hold for hold, escape for escape.
Han Su-yeon had scoffed when Dong-hyun first dragged the fight to the ground. His movement, however, defied every expectation she had. She was no amateur — she had trained jiu-jitsu as part of her MMA work — and still Dong-hyun's technique seemed to overwhelm her.
For all the strength her training had built, she was still up against a man's baseline power. The gap between them was negligible — if anything, she held a slight edge. In the end, their grappling match became a contest of pure technique.
The techniques Sirian employed were nothing like orthodox modern grappling. Rather than the distilled science of contemporary combat sports, he moved on pure instinct — the Martial God trait made flesh. That was precisely why Su-yeon was so rattled. His movement was fundamentally unpredictable, and that made Dong-hyun almost impossible to read.
Su-yeon was face-down now, Dong-hyun draped over her back in something like a back mount. His legs were locked tight around her thighs; there was no easy way out. On top of that, he kept a grip on one of her arms, trying to crank it, so she was forced to hold her base with a single hand.
Su-yeon twisted hard, trying to roll him and climb on top — but Dong-hyun read it like a ghost, slipped free, and settled back into mount. Then he started dropping punches from above.
Han Su-yeon threw up a guard and tried to snatch his arm at the same time. Without gloves, though, his arms were harder to catch than she'd expected. And Dong-hyun was completely shirtless.
He was in half mount, which made attacking relatively easy. Su-yeon's feet had one of his legs trapped, keeping him from climbing to full mount.
Then, suddenly, Dong-hyun's arm slid between her thighs.
Su-yeon thought he was trying to extract his leg and take full mount, so she clamped down even harder — and then his hand started pressing against her pussy.
"Nngh! What the hell are you doing?!"
His hand moved over her pants. She was wearing tight athletic shorts, so she felt every stroke of his fingers. As if that weren't enough, he pushed his hand deeper and prodded her anus.
"Hngh!"
Her legs went slack for an instant.
"That's a foul!!"
Of course it would have been a foul in a real match. This was not a match.
"Is this a match?"
As he said it, Dong-hyun climbed fully into mount, wrapping both legs around her waist so she couldn't generate any real power.
Once they reached this position, Sirian spoke.
"Hold this position and attack them like this."
He mimed striking Dong-hyun's ribs and face.
"You need only keep their arms from catching your hands. Once they can no longer hold out and turn their body, you take the neck — and it's over."
Dong-hyun could have punched Han Su-yeon the way Sirian described. He didn't. Instead he reached back and slid his hand inside her shorts.
"Y-you're insane!! What the hell are you doing?!"
Su-yeon was waxed smooth — probably for competition — and there wasn't a hair to be felt. That made it easy for him to slide down and push a finger inside her pussy.
"Hnnngh!!"
Her pussy was tight. She wasn't wet yet, which made it tighter still. Five minutes of grappling had at least left her slick with sweat, which helped. As Dong-hyun's fingers rubbed around her inner lips, wetness began to seep out, little by little.
"Y-you... you crazy bastard!!!"
Han Su-yeon exploded with a sudden burst of strength and rolled him over. Dong-hyun ended up in mount again.
It didn't matter. He controlled the back of her neck, pinning her in place, and this time his hand went to her chest. He yanked her sports bra up.
Her breasts spilled free.
Su-yeon was losing her mind. His skill was so far beyond hers it felt like she'd been caught in a spider's web. Dong-hyun read every move she made and was already a step ahead. And all the while he was toying with her breasts and her pussy as he pleased.
"Hah... hah..."
Dong-hyun moved efficiently, conserving every ounce of stamina. Su-yeon could not. Technique failing her, she overexerted herself trying to muscle through — and even though her endurance was better than his, she was the one wearing down.
Once the grappling passed the ten-minute mark, Su-yeon had almost nothing left. She still squirmed and fought, but it barely registered.
Her legs were folded all the way up to her own head, Dong-hyun's legs pinning them down. Folded nearly in half, she could barely breathe. His ass was planted on her face, and it hurt. Her own arms were trapped under her legs; she could hardly move them.
Her top was already completely gone, and her lower body had been forced into a position that made her easy to play with. Her clothes weren't fully off, but Dong-hyun had grabbed and torn them until her pussy was fully exposed. His fingers moved back and forth over it.
"Hnn... hnn..."
Han Su-yeon had been completely defeated on the ground. Holding her utterly still, Dong-hyun tore her shorts the rest of the way open with his hands.
Her pussy was right in front of his face. Folded up with her legs spread, it was already parted.
Han Su-yeon tried to move, mortified by the position — but she no longer had the strength. She had tried to escape countless times, and every time she'd been recaptured, and now she was folded up like this. Her will was breaking.
It was sinking into her brain that she could not beat Choi Sun-woo in a fight. And of course it was. Every time Dong-hyun got distracted playing with her body and left an opening, she had tried to escape — and every time, his grappling shut her down. She had arrived at this. At the very least, she knew now that she could not beat him on the ground.
Dong-hyun ran his hand over her openly spread pussy. After everything he'd already done to her, Han Su-yeon's juices were starting to flow. He rubbed his fingers through the slick mess around her entrance.
"Haaahn..."
Being toyed with in a position where she couldn't even counterattack filled her with shame. She gathered the last of her strength and tried to move — but her arms were pinned under her own legs, and Dong-hyun's ass was on her face, making it hard even to breathe.
Dong-hyun rubbed around her pussy, playing with her, then flicked her clitoris with his finger.
"Aahk!!"
Her body jerked at the sudden stimulation. That was all.
Su-yeon had never imagined she would end up like this at Choi Sun-woo's hands — and hearing him say something like that made her furious. What made her angrier still was that she couldn't resist at all.
Until now, Han Su-yeon had always been the one on top. She had never been so completely overpowered that she couldn't even twitch.
Despair crept into her eyes.