You Were Never a Warrior
A dark, narrow alley branched off the boulevard that led to the private hideout of the Warriors of Light. In a place strangely, unnaturally empty of people, the voices of two women rang out.
"Hah... hah..."
"Oh my. Is that all? You did work so hard."
The woman looked down. Seo A-ra — her weapon shattered — squeezed her eyes shut in fury and turned her face away.
"You came charging in all fired up, and look at you already. You fight with a spear and ice, yet your style is like a fistful of straw that's caught fire."
"Nngh... gh..."
The woman walked toward the fallen Seo A-ra's feet. From behind her fan, she gazed down with a sly, amused look.
"I'll... kill you..."
"Heheh. I do admire the spirit. But do you still intend to play at being a warrior, looking this wretched after such a thorough defeat? I think a little punishment is in order — if only so you learn your place."
She said it in a voice thick with laughter, then flicked her fan.
"Nngh...!"
Invisible wind seized Seo A-ra's limbs and flung them wide to either side, leaving her body completely exposed and defenseless. Forced into the new position, she furrowed her brow at the pain rising from her battered body — but the woman's next move drained every drop of color from her face.
"Wait. What are you— d-don't...!"
Seo A-ra's cry did nothing to stop her. A stocking-clad knee rose higher and higher.
"There!"
A deep, crushing press—
"Gyaaaaah...!!"
She stomped down without mercy on Seo A-ra's sex, sheathed in white panties. A scream steeped in humiliation and pleasure tore through the dark alley.
The woman nodded, thoroughly delighted, then looked down at Seo A-ra and declared:
"Nngh...!"
"Let me put it in simpler terms."
"You need to learn to think with this, not that empty little head of yours. With. This."
A grinding, merciless pressure—
"Gyaaaaah...!!"
Tears welled in Seo A-ra's wide, staring eyes.
In all the time since she had become a Warrior of Light, she had never once been defeated by anyone. Naturally, she had never suffered a humiliation this severe. The thought crossed her mind that she would rather die than endure this kind of cruel shame.
She spat the words in a ragged voice.
"How dare you... nngh... this... humiliation...! Just... kill me...!"
She had steeled herself to say it. The woman merely shook her head and looked down at her with pitying contempt.
"My, my. What a pitifully stupid girl you are. I already told you, and you still insist on playing warrior. There's a limit to how insolent one person can be."
She sighed, rested her arm on the knee that was still pinning Seo A-ra, and gazed down at her with lingering intensity.
Her full weight poured down.
"Nnnngh...!"
The sole of the woman's boot and the whole of her body weight crushed onto Seo A-ra's sex — a place that had never permitted anyone's touch. Seo A-ra scraped together the last of her pride and glared up as if she could kill with her eyes.
Seeing that wretched display, the woman let out a seductive laugh and looked her up and down.
"The coarse language. The reckless behavior. It seems that empty title of Warrior of Light has inflated you with a pride you have no right to. When you're nothing more than a girl, in the most literal sense of the word."
Then, with cruel eyes, she went on.
"This is a perfect opportunity, actually. I'll help you realize what you were born with — and I'll find you a nice, pleasant spot while I'm at it."
A slow, grinding press—
"Nngh...!"
The woman's boot fidgeted and worked over Seo A-ra's crotch, stimulating her. Seo A-ra had no choice but to endure the mockery through a humiliation so intense it felt as if her brain were on fire.
"Now then. These are the outer lips."
"Nngh... ahh..."
The broad sole of the boot stomped thoroughly across the entire surface of her pussy.
"Spread the inner lips, and this is the urethra. This is the path that leads to the entrance."
"Ghk... hngh..."
The toe of the boot fidgeted up and down along the slit.
"And this little thing poking out here is the clitoris."
"Gyaaaaah...!"
The heel ground down roughly over her clit. Subjected to that vicious torture, Seo A-ra's chin jerked upward. She shook her head violently, and the tears clinging to her eyes fell weakly to the ground.
Looking down at her, the woman spoke as if pleasantly surprised.
"Hmm? That reaction... so sensitive. It seems you know perfectly well what you were born with, after all."
She began to roughly shake the leg that was pinning Seo A-ra down. A dizzying sensation shot from her sex, raced up her spine, and exploded into her brain.
"Nngh... ah... ha... aaahn... nnh...?!"
Seo A-ra's eyes flew wide in disbelief at the delicate moan that had slipped through her own lips. And then, all too cruelly, her gaze locked with the woman looking down at her.
The woman went still, making sure she had Seo A-ra's full attention.
"Well, well? What on earth was that voice just now?"
"Th-that's not—! That's not it...!"
Seo A-ra shook her head with vacant eyes. The woman looking down at her, her gaze overflowing with sadism, let out a deep sigh.
"I truly cannot believe this. A woman who, empty title or not, was at least called a warrior — beaten one-on-one into this pathetic state, getting her pussy stomped by the enemy and wailing like a baby. Oh, how shameful. How shameful."
"Nngh... hngh... hhk..."
"Ah! Or could it be? Can even someone of your caliber become a warrior in this country? Then I suppose I understand why my sisters rated this nation a den of beasts."
"Nngh... hnnnngh..."
It was a remark designed to wring the other person's pride into a filthy rag. Her body was recovering rapidly, but Seo A-ra's complexion had gone deathly white, as if she had lost something precious.
The woman shook her head as if exasperated and spoke to her.
"There, there. No need to look so sad. You've realized it now, haven't you? That you're not a warrior — just a girl. It's a bit late, but I'll teach you from here on. I'll educate that dull, rigid little head of yours, one lesson at a time, in everything a lady ought to observe."
Then, as if she were a schoolteacher, she went on.
"Think of it as a kind of bridal training, if you like. I'll take that sharp-tongued, high-spirited you — that childish tomboy — and transform you into a proper lady who coos and delights for her future husband."
"Sh-shut up...! I will kill you... I swear I will...!"
At Seo A-ra's fierce reaction, the woman smiled and flicked her fan.
"You still seem to have energy to spare. Then there's no need to drag this out. Let's begin right now."
"Ah... aagh...!"
The wind gripping Seo A-ra's ankles spread them even wider, lifting her hips high into the air. The position presented her crotch directly in front of the woman's shin. Seo A-ra looked up at her with terror-stricken eyes.
The woman sneered down at her, raised her knee once more, and stomped down hard on her sex.
A crushing press—
"Kyaaaaaah!"
She stomped the pussy and slammed the lifted hips back down against the ground. Seo A-ra was forced to endure this process dozens of times, drowning in extreme shame.
Could anything more terrible than this exist? But as ever, beneath the worst there was always something worse.
A wet sound cut through the intermittent screams.
"......?!"
"Oh my?"
Seo A-ra looked down with trembling eyes.
"Good heavens. What is this?"
As if on cue, the woman lifted her boot and showed the sole. And there...
"Heeh, oh my. How distasteful."
"Th-that's not... that's not true..."
It was soaked through, dripping with viscous threads of love juice.
"Not true? What's not true about it. A grown virgin throwing a tantrum and crying like a child. You ought to reflect on yourself."
"Ugh...! Nnnngh...!"
Every time the woman patted the white panties with the sole of her foot, sticky threads formed and glittered in the moonlight.
"Getting this wet from having your pussy stepped on by an invader's foot. One might think you were the daughter of some whore-goddess."
The woman's half-lidded black pupils captured Seo A-ra's sobbing face. A voice with a rotten sweetnessNESS spilled from the lips hidden behind the fan.
"I find myself rather disgusted. You vulgar little masochist."
"Ah... aah...!"
Seo A-ra went limp on the ground, tears streaming from sheer wretchedness. The accumulated damage to her body and the psychological torture had finally stolen her consciousness. She fainted with her crotch spread open and her arms flung wide, her entire body on display.
Looking down at that pitiful sight, the woman shook her head as if exasperated.
"Really now. Conduct unforgivable in a lady. If it were me, I'd have hanged myself. Are all the women of this country at this level? It seems I have quite a lot to teach."
She studied the space between the unconscious Seo A-ra's legs with close attention. In the center of the panties, which were rapidly cleaning themselves back to a pristine white, a single little nub poked out adorably.
"Hmm. Already reviewing the lesson? That deserves some praise."
The woman chuckled and sat down on the spot, then scraped her index fingertip back and forth over that tiny clit.
"Aaahn... kyaaahn..."
"That's it. That's it. I'm your Mistress, you know?"
She murmured, then pinched Seo A-ra's clit hard between her thumb and index finger.
A sudden spray—
"Kyaaahn...!"
Seo A-ra's chin jerked up as she squirted in a fountain. Her legs tried to snap shut on reflex, but the wind held them open, leaving them to tremble pitifully.
The woman wiped her wet fingers on Seo A-ra's thigh, stood up, and looked at the sky.
"The stars are bright tonight."
The night was long. Far longer, most likely, than Seo A-ra imagined.
"Shall we head back together, then?"
Her hell was only just beginning.
In a darkened office, working late and alone, Baek Hwa-rin tossed several photographs onto her desk. The lamp lit the faces of women, each one different.
Knight's armor. A leather jacket. An antique dress. A sharply cut suit. Their clothes had nothing in common — but the women in the photographs did. Every last one of them had hair of a white so pale it verged on ash, and pupils as black as a bottomless pit.
Baek Hwa-rin frowned with a tired face.
"So the ones they send look different depending on the country."
The photographs she was looking down at were of Varg female executives, captured at great risk in other nations. They were deploying their people to match each country's particular character, as if playing a game of rock-paper-scissors across the globe.
Looking at that strategy, Baek Hwa-rin thought it a dangerously arrogant operation — an attempt to defeat the world in pieces, one nation at a time. And yet, absurdly, the strategy was still in force, holding a taut and even front line. The nation of the Warriors of Light was keeping its footing, but the damage continued without pause. It was a measure of just how deep the Vargs' strength ran.
"Every country for itself, then."
Baek Hwa-rin gathered the photographs and put them in her desk drawer. It was nearly time to clock out and begin her work as a warrior.
Ha-eun's absence leaves a real gap. Trying to cover for her with just Seo A-ra, the two of them had to stretch every hour thin.
I hope she's doing all right. It'd be a problem if she caused trouble over there too.
The moment she thought of her little sister and let out a small laugh—
"Excuse me."
"?"
Someone opened the office door and came in.
"There's a delivery. Are you Ms. Baek Hwa-rin?"
Baek Hwa-rin tilted her head.