Subjugation on Broadcast (31)
Won-seon and Sang-hoon stepped into the octagon. The cage door slammed shut behind them with a heavy, ringing thud.
"You ready for this?"
Sang-hoon closed in with a slimy grin. Won-seon wasn't as beautiful as the other women, but she had a charm all her own — and he fully intended to toy with her thoroughly this time.
Won-seon didn't bother answering him. She had faith in her own strength, but she was a woman who understood the fundamental physical gap between men and women. That baseline disparity meant that no matter how powerful she was, this could still go badly. And so she steeled her resolve even further.
Whether she was ready or not, Sang-hoon strode toward her. His right hook came flying. The punch was noticeably slow — the swing of a man who'd clearly never been in a real fight. But Won-seon hadn't exactly trained in combat either, so even that clumsy fist came at her like a threat.
She didn't even try to dodge. She threw her arm up to block — not catching the point of impact, but shoving against his bicep to keep the punch from landing. Their bodies crossed and tangled as a result. Sang-hoon threw a punch with his other arm. Won-seon took the hit and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking and shaking until she threw him off balance.
She was fighting for her life. No holding back. Even Sang-hoon was caught off guard by her ferocity.
His head whipped around and he went down. Won-seon mounted him and started swinging. He covered his face with both hands, throwing up a guard, and Won-seon — who had no technique — just kept pounding on top of it. Feeling her fists hammering uselessly against his arms, Sang-hoon actually started to calm down. He'd been overwhelmed by her opening burst, but now he could tell her skill wasn't anything special.
Through the gaps in his guard, he could see her flushed, frantic face. She was swinging so wildly that her stamina was already starting to fade. Seizing the opening, Sang-hoon drove his right fist into her stomach. He was on his back, so he couldn't put much power into it — but Won-seon still flinched like it had hurt her badly.
Thinking his attacks were landing, he punched her gut again with his left. This time she didn't even flinch — she just kept swinging. His guard dropped, and her fist found his face.
Her punch was heavier than he'd expected. The power coming off those bursting muscles of hers wasn't something you could just shrug off. For a moment, his vision swam. Thrashing like a drowning man, he threw another punch, and his right fist buried itself in the left side of her stomach.
"Ghhhk—"
Once again, Won-seon visibly struggled. That was the spot where Min-ju had stabbed her in their last fight. It had been treated, but it hadn't fully healed. Sang-hoon recognized the opening and hammered the same spot again and again.
Won-seon dropped her arms to cover her stomach. In that instant, Sang-hoon shoved both hands against her chest, threw her backward, and scrambled to his feet.
"You... you fucking bitch..."
He stared at her with a look of genuine exhaustion — proof enough that her assault hadn't been anything to sneeze at. Won-seon got up too, clutching her wounded stomach. Seeing that, Sang-hoon's eyes lit up with a slimy grin.
Blood was spreading across her white clothes like red dye soaking into fabric. The treated wound had torn back open.
"That spot hurts, doesn't it?"
He kept targeting her weak point. Won-seon focused everything on defending that spot, but even the blows landing on her guard transmitted the shock inward. It was getting harder and harder to hold on. One side of her stomach was already soaked red with blood.
Sang-hoon's right fist moved again. Won-seon flinched and covered her stomach with both arms — but his punch went for her jaw instead.
THWACK!!
The fist connected cleanly. Her knees buckled from the impact. Sang-hoon's foot came flying at her face. The consecutive heavy blows sent her sprawling backward. She couldn't move.
"Heh heh heh... you bitch. I'm gonna wreck you properly."
His kicks kept slamming into her stomach. Won-seon curled into a ball and endured it — but that was all she could do. There was no opening for a reversal. After kicking her for a long while, Sang-hoon stepped in and grabbed her top. She clutched at her clothes as he tried to strip her, but another kick to her stomach made her grip go slack.
He ripped her top clean off. Then he reached for her chest and tore her bra away. He wrenched her arms behind her back and bound them, then stripped off what was left — her pants and panties — leaving Won-seon bound and unable to resist.
"For a muscle-pig bitch, you've got some massive tits."
"Shut up... you coward..."
If she hadn't been injured fighting Jeong Min-ju, she could have gone toe-to-toe with him. Hell, she'd actually had the upper hand at the start — it could have gone either way. But in the end, she'd lost.
"Mouth still works, huh?"
THWACK!
Sang-hoon's foot smashed into Won-seon's face as she lay there.
THWACK! THWACK!
"Go on, run that mouth again! Huh?!"
Won-seon didn't move, as if she'd passed out.
"Hmph. Should've done that from the start..."
Sang-hoon crouched beside her and started groping her breasts.
"Well... they're firm, but still pretty nice to squeeze."
Then his hand went between her legs. He felt a smooth, bare mound.
"This bitch actually keeps herself waxed, huh?"
His finger slowly pushed into her slit.
"Nnghhh..."
That was when Won-seon's consciousness seemed to return. She took in her situation. She thrashed her legs and twisted her body, but bound and pinned by Sang-hoon, there was nothing she could do.
"Stop... it!! You bastard!!"
She cursed at him, still fighting.
"Ha... you're really not getting it. It's here, isn't it...?"
Sang-hoon slid his hand from her pussy up across her stomach, looking at her wound as he spoke. The finger that had been inside her shoved into the open wound instead.
"NNNGHHHH!!!! S-stop... nnghhhk!!"
Won-seon groaned in tremendous pain.
"Want me to stop?"
His finger was still buried in the wound, twisting around. The gash tore wider. More blood poured out. The pain was so immense that her head nodded on its own.
"Yeah? Then beg."
"Nngh... what...?"
"I said beg, you bitch!"
Sang-hoon's finger drove even deeper into the wound.
"AAAAAGH!! Please... forgive me...."
"That's informal, huh?"
"Nnghhh... please forgive me... I lost... nnghhh..."
Only then did Sang-hoon's hand pull out of the wound.
"Spread your legs."
At his command, Won-seon's legs slowly parted.
"Heh heh heh. Should've done that from the start."
He pushed her spread legs even wider and pulled down his own pants.
"Nah. Shoving it in already wouldn't be any fun."
Sang-hoon grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up.
"Nngh..."
"Open your mouth. You've gotta make Master's cock feel good first."
"Yes..."
Won-seon's mouth fell open, limp.
"Heh heh heh heh. See, women only listen after you beat them a little, don't they? It'd be so much easier if they'd just listen from the start. Why do they always wait until they've been hit?"
He shoved his erect cock into Won-seon's mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft.
"Oh... that's it... you do know how to suck, huh? Do it properly."
Won-seon's blowjob was so fierce it would have caught even Dong-hyun off guard.
"Oh... oh... damn... that's incredible... nghh..."
Sang-hoon was completely lost in it. The intensity kept building. He was about to cum.
"Yeah... that's it... that's... hoooh... I'm... I'm cumming... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!"
Right on the verge of climax, Sang-hoon felt an enormous surge of pain from his cock.
"Ptooey! You piece of shit. I'd rather die than suck your dick."
Won-seon spat out the severed cock that had been in her mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAH... AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
His cock had been bitten off, and semen was still spurting from the severed end of the urethra. It had been cut off right before ejaculation — that was why. Sang-hoon clutched at his crotch, writhing in agony.
In that moment, Won-seon got to her feet and kicked him in the stomach.
"Uwaaaagh..."
Sang-hoon flopped onto his back and still couldn't move, clutching at what was left of himself. Won-seon's foot came down on his face.
THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!!!!
"Gh......... uh..."
Every time her foot came down on his head, Sang-hoon's skull caved in a little more.
Yoon Jin-ju team's participant Lee Sang-hoon has been killed.
Victory: Ahn Jin-woo's Team
Winner, please return to the waiting area.
The octagon door opened, and another staff member came in to collect Lee Sang-hoon's corpse. Won-seon put her clothes back on and dragged her exhausted body back to the waiting area.