Lee Han-seok vs. Ban Do-ah, Round 2
"Should I put on gloves?"
Ban Do-ah asked.
"Do whatever you want. I don't need to strike, so I won't be wearing any. Bare hands are easier for grabbing, anyway," Lee Han-seok replied.
Do-ah set the gloves down.
"Then I won't either."
"You only need to land one hit, remember? So come take me down."
"You never know."
Han-seok chuckled softly and pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a chiseled torso — carved abs, angular pecs, and the flared sweep of lats.
"Then I'll just have to make sure you can't."
Staring at that beast of a body, Do-ah swallowed without meaning to.
Han-seok scratched the back of his neck.
"You can take your clothes off too, Do-ah. If you don't want to get caught."
"I'm good."
"Not very strategic of you."
The two faced each other.
"One strike with an arm or a leg, Do-ah. No attacking with your head."
"I know the rules."
"All I have to do is take you down three times and put your head on the floor."
"I'll admit defeat the moment it's over. No whiny excuses like some girl."
"That's a remarkably sexist thing to say. I'm disappointed, Do-ah."
"If you try to slide past it like that, I'm not going to trust you."
"Fine. The moment it's decided, I'll accept the result. If I lose, Ban Seok gets his BD200 injection tomorrow. If I win, you agree to the sexual encounters I request for drug testing, whenever I ask — and I give you a BD40 injection. The contract takes effect immediately once there's a result. And the BD40 isn't payment for sex, by the way — it's a reward for working hard. Fair?"
"Whenever you ask, huh?"
"During work hours whenever possible. Otherwise I'll pay you overtime."
Do-ah held up the phone she'd been hiding behind her back.
"I recorded that."
"So did I."
Han-seok lifted the phone he'd been holding behind his back as well.
They set their phones far aside and squared up again.
"Let's start," Han-seok said.
Do-ah raised her hands and dropped into her stance immediately. She was certain she could win.
He can't hit me. Even if he guards with his arms, that counts as a strike. And with a body that big, whatever I hit is likely to connect. All I have to do is commit to the rush — brace for being caught, and graze him with a hit before he can take me down.
'I'm winning this, no question. I'll win and get that BD200 for Dad...!'
Do-ah clenched her fists.
"Ready. Begin," Han-seok said.
Do-ah studied his movements, edging sideways in small steps while Han-seok advanced on her one stride at a time. Three paces apart.
Lowering her hips and weaving, she closed the distance in an instant. She feinted a jab, then snapped out a straight the moment he bit.
Her arm, mid-strike, was caught in Han-seok's grip. The feinting jab followed. Both of her arms were pinned in his hands.
He was looking down at her.
He took the bait.
Exactly as she'd planned. The instant her arms were seized at close range, she drove a knee into his abdomen.
Even if he blocks the knee, extending the leg from there lengthens my reach.
I've won.
That was what she thought. In that instant, Han-seok flung her seized arms sideways as if shaking them off — and swept her legs at the same time.
Her body, already tilted forward from the knee strike, caught his sweep and went flying, crashing to the mat.
"Ngh—!"
She tried to rise, but a heavy weight slammed down over her before she could. Sitting astride her back, Han-seok caught her arms and clamped both slender wrists together in one hand like handcuffs. Then, with his other massive palm, he pressed her struggling head firmly into the floor.
"Uuuugh!"
Tap. Her forehead touched the mat.
"Ggh." Do-ah gritted her teeth.
"There we go. One point."
Han-seok rose from her back and walked back to his corner. Do-ah got to her feet, and the two faced each other once more.
"That was a decent plan, actually. Aside from the fact that I could see it coming a mile away."
"Shut up and fight."
"I do love how direct you are, Do-ah."
Circling each other, they began rotating counterclockwise. The gap between them shrank bit by bit.
Do-ah threw a taekwondo roundhouse. The distance ate it — it fell short. That was the point.
She pressed forward and fired another kick with her other leg. Han-seok retreated, dodging — almost caught it.
One strike. All I need is one. Keep chaining kicks, close the gap, get in close however I can.
She was closing far faster than he was retreating.
Now.
The ring ropes touched Han-seok's back. He had nowhere left to run.
Tap. Do-ah froze, stunned.
Her signature right-leg roundhouse — her ankle was caught in Han-seok's hand.
She didn't panic. Pivot on the trapped right leg, rotate her body, and whip a spinning hook with her left — the high-difficulty technique she'd won the taekwondo championship with.
But Han-seok knew about that tournament win. The moment her left foot left the floor, he hurled her right leg away with overwhelming force. Her spinning hook whirled through empty air, and she went sprawling.
It was a technique that demanded enormous core torque — and getting thrown mid-rotation meant the impact landed on her all the harder.
"Ugh."
Han-seok climbed onto her sprawled, starfished body, pinning her arms and binding her thighs with his legs.
Do-ah refused to lose — she craned her neck up, keeping the back of her head off the floor.
"I told you, no attacking with the head. Headbutts don't count," Han-seok said, bringing his face close to hers. "Shall I kiss you?"
"Ugh."
As his lips drew near, her fighting spirit crumbled, and the back of her head dropped to the mat. All the strength drained from her limbs at once.
"Two points."
Han-seok stood up. Do-ah lay sprawled, thinking furiously.
What do I do? I just need to land one hit. Think. What do I do? Come on, Do-ah. THINK!
"Giving up?"
At his taunt, she rose. The two squared off again.
Do-ah raised her hands into a basic boxing guard.
Flip the script. Make striking the feint and closing the distance the real goal. Come in looking like a boxer, then shoot a tackle. Get in close somehow and land one hit.
She threw a few jabs and hooks at the air, loosening up — planting the idea in his head that she was going to strike.
Han-seok walked toward her slowly, hands clasped behind his back. She waited for her moment. The right distance for a tackle to land.
NOW—!
She dipped her hips and shot in at him—
Wham.
It happened in an instant. She never even saw it. Han-seok's fist was already buried in her abdomen.
"Hkk—!"
Her eyes went wide. He drew his fist back. The blow had come out of nowhere; the agony buckled her, and she dropped to her knees and collapsed forward, drool leaking from her open mouth.
"Hkk... gh..."
Han-seok moved behind her and tangled his shins around her calves so her legs couldn't move. He gathered her arms off the floor, pinned them behind her back, and pressed her upper body down. Her cheek touched the mat.
"Nngh..."
Face and chest against the floor, hips thrust up toward Han-seok — the pose left every line of her body on display.
"Three points."
"You... hit me..."
Han-seok tilted his head. "There was never a rule saying I couldn't hit you. I only said I wouldn't need to, since all I have to do is take you down."
"Ngh."
"Just like you tried to plant the idea that you'd strike, then go for the tackle. That was a good plan too, honestly."
"You cheater."
"By the way, I was impressed. I did hold back, but you tensed your abs at the exact right moment to absorb the impact. You're the real deal."
He gripped both her wrists, twisted behind her back, in one hand.
"Anyway. You lost, didn't you?"
"..."
"What's this? Not conceding?"
With his free hand, Han-seok peeled her leggings down.
"Wh-what are you doing! Ngh—!"
She thrashed, but there was no escaping his overwhelming strength.
"What am I doing? Did you forget? The contract takes effect the moment there's a result."
The leggings and her panties came down, baring her between the thighs. Unlike her rough, hard-edged personality, not a single hair marred the smooth pale mound — just a strawberry-pink clit and soft folds that looked like they'd taste of strawberry milk.
Han-seok lowered his track pants and drew out his half-erect cock, pressing the head against her slit. Do-ah squirmed.
"Y-you're doing it right now?"
"You lost. Contract takes effect immediately — you answer when I want it. That was the deal."
"W-wait. I've never done this before. Can't we start tomorrow? Just give me a little time to prepare myself..."
"No need. Say you lost."
"..."
"You still haven't conceded."
"Ngh."
"Knew you were like this. Softer than you look."
"Shut up!"
She twisted against the hold, but it was useless. Being called soft had clearly struck a nerve.
Han-seok spoke. "Fine. Consider it goodwill — I'll give Ban Seok his BD200 anyway. And you a BD40. How's that?"
"...Liar. You're doing this to get revenge on my dad. You'd really just hand over a BD200?"
"Even with the BD200, his odds are fifty-fifty, aren't they? Leave the rest to heaven. Watching him live out a perfectly healthy life — with no idea his own daughter has to sleep with me whenever I please — sounds like good entertainment to me."
"You'd really spend that much on a BD200? How am I supposed to believe you?"
"I've been played enough for one life. The BD200 for Ban Seok was already flying out the door under the original contract. All you have to do is say you lost — and a second one appears."
Tears welled in Do-ah's eyes. Her competitive streak ran deeper than she let on. Saying those words was apparently almost more than she could bear.
Han-seok pulled a bottle of love gel from his pocket and slicked it over his now-erect cock.
"All right. I'll give you five seconds. Five, four, three, two, one—"
As he counted fast, Do-ah answered in a rush.
"Hnn... haaah... I... I lost... I lost..."
"Good girl."
Han-seok slowly pushed the gel-slicked length into her virgin pussy.
"Nnnhhh... aahhh..."
"I used the gel. It won't hurt that bad."
The head began parting her and sliding in.
"Ah. Ah. Ah."
The unfamiliar sensation made her struggle instinctively. It did nothing. He drove his hips forward, and his cock sank in deep, all at once.
"Nnnnnnggghhaaaaahhh!"
The flesh around her entrance twitched and fluttered, struggling to accommodate the thick shaft. Half of Han-seok's cock was buried inside her. And inside her, the love gel had already begun to work.