episode_0108

Boom!

A powerful fist flying through the air.

But it’s meaningless.

Because there’s no way it’ll hit.

Thud.

The Black Nightmare gently struck the ground.

A graceful and light technique, like a butterfly.

The technique that earned her the nickname Black Nightmare.

Capturing that technique was impossible for the bear.

Since the beginning of the fight, he had never been able to catch it once.

“Hmph, dodge this and counterattack with my arm…”

It was when the Black Nightmare was picturing the bear’s next attack in her mind.

…Huh?

The bear’s fist was much closer than she had anticipated.

And the result was…

Boom!

“Ow!”

For the first time, the Black Nightmare let out a groan.

Intense pain surged from her left breast.

It was the first time she had ever been hit in the chest.

“Ugh.”

The Black Nightmare quickly caught her breath and, propelled by the force of the blow, spun around and landed gracefully.

But her body was trembling.

The humiliation of being hit for the first time by an opponent who was merely a tool for completing her martial arts.

And it was a humiliating part of her body that she had exposed.

It was difficult to calm her boiling emotions.

“Haha, that’s right. Hit me like that. Now you’re finally listening like a good girl. A woman should behave that way.”

Jang Il mocked with a smile.

The Black Nightmare’s expression turned cold.

Her presence froze the surroundings.

From her gaze alone, it was clear that she had only used about 60% of her strength so far.

That was enough.

But now her mindset had changed.

She would finish it thoroughly with 80% of her strength.

She would tear apart the connected bodies into pieces and return this humiliation multiple times with the most brutal death.

“You will regret it until the end.”

Spitting out coldly, this time the Black Nightmare took the initiative.

The fastest sword strike so far.

The outcome was obvious.

Without even reacting, her leg was cut off… What?!

Thud!

Like chasing away a fly, Jang Il easily deflected the sword with a swift movement of her leg.

The Black Nightmare’s stance crumbled.

Astonished, the Black Nightmare’s expression.

Another attack came towards her.

This time, a kick.

Boom!

“Ouch!”

The Black Nightmare’s breast was kicked forcefully from below.

Staggering back, she retreated.

Jang Il didn’t let her go.

“Haha, where do you think you’re going, bitch? You’re still far from being good, you woman.”

Jang Il’s storm-like attacks engulfed the Black Nightmare.

***

Boom!

The sound of the torn clothes near her chest.

But it wasn’t the clothes.

The torn piece was the chest protector that had already been ripped for a while.

The exposed chest was swollen to an unbearable extent.

Naturally.

She had been hit that hard.

“Indeed, a bare chest hit is the best.”

Crack!

“Ahhhh!”

Jang Il’s stone-like palm mercilessly struck the exposed breast, causing the Black Nightmare to scream in agony.

Her thin, high-pitched scream was a stark contrast to her usual ruthless demeanor as the ruthless ruler of the arena.

It was the scream of a woman.

Crack!

“Ahhhh!”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Ahhh! Ahh! Ouch! Ahhh! Ouch! Ugh!”

Every time Jang Il ruthlessly struck her chest with his palm, the Black Nightmare’s screams flowed like a musical instrument.

The taste of death in his hands was matched by the killing sound of her voice.

If the thrilling sensation doesn’t rush through you, then you’re not a man.

“Hahaha, I must have been mistaken to think she was such a good girl. She’s a conceptually obedient woman, patiently waiting with her red dress on.”

Jang Il laughed happily.

On the other hand,

Heukmongjeop couldn’t gather his thoughts.

An unavoidable attack, no matter how much he tried to avoid it.

No matter how much he tried to block it.

His two breasts were ruthlessly violated by the opponent’s hands.

Continuously, continuously, continuously.

It hurt, it hurt too much.

It hurt so much that he couldn’t properly gather his thoughts.

Being continuously struck in a vital spot by a hand filled with power that no high school girl could ever train for was the inevitable result.

It felt like his breasts were about to fall off.

‘No… this can’t… be happening…!’

But Heukmongjeop was still Heukmongjeop.

Even in that situation, she somehow managed to gather her thoughts, biting her lip until blood came out.

Her focus shifted to the sword in her right hand.

‘I… I have to… somehow…!’

The blue sword rose upwards.

Swish.

“Oh?”

Jang Il jumped back in surprise.

Heukmongjeop finally broke free from Jang Il’s grasp.

She quickly flew backwards.

“Ugh… ugh….”

A heavy, ragged breathing.

It was beyond words.

His torn clothes looked like rags.

Even his chest cover was torn and unable to perform its role properly.

His bruised and swollen breasts moved pitifully up and down with each gasp.

Unbearable humiliation.

Unbearable disgrace.

His shattered pride was nothing compared to the fear he felt towards his opponent.

An emotion he had never felt in the arena before.

Feeling such an emotion towards a man who had thoroughly looked down on her shook her to the core.

But.

‘No, it’s not over yet.’

Yes, nothing is over.

It’s just meeting an unexpected adversary.

She just had to overcome it.

That’s all.

She still had strength left and hadn’t given it her all.

“…I’ll bet everything.”

Heukmongjeop tightly gripped the sword, now calmer.

***

How can we describe the atmosphere in the audience seats?

It changed.

That one word might be the most appropriate expression.

They had hoped for an entertaining match, but most of the audience ultimately wanted Heukmongjeop to win.

It was only natural, given that she was the most popular fighter in the arena.

However, now.

The atmosphere had completely changed.

The fight of the bear had completely captivated their hearts.

The way the strongest fighter in the arena was thoroughly defeated in an unimaginable manner.

Torn clothes, torn chest covers, hands that ruthlessly struck out at exposed breasts, screams of a woman instead of a fighter.

There was no fight more provocative than this.

A fight that left nothing to the imagination, stimulating even the most primal and sexual pleasures.

The reason for the change to a one-sided cheering atmosphere for the bear.

Most of the audience sincerely wanted the bear to completely crush Heukmongjeop.

“Keep going! Keep attacking! Chew up those breasts even more!”

“Hahaha, breasts aren’t enough! Tear off her panties too! I want to see Heukmongjeop’s pussy!”

“Yes, pussy, pussy!”

“Tear it all off! Clothes and pussy! Hahaha!”

“Haha, let’s take a look at the high school girl’s pussy! I wonder if it’s the same as a commoner woman’s? Hehehehe.”

“Bear, you can do it! That’s right, you bastard!”

One-sided cheers, mixed with vulgar words.

Jang Il clearly made the atmosphere of the arena completely his own.

“Ugh, how could this happen…”

The masked man was the only one unable to control himself.

It was because a large sum of money was at stake.

The amount of money aside, losing in a bet filled with sincerity always left a dirty feeling.

“Haha, why are you so nervous? Heukmongjeop may have prepared a final move.”

Banso-un’s words.

To anyone, it sounded like mockery.

But the masked man had no choice but to rely on that fact.

“Yes, that’s right. Heukmongjeop must have a trick up his sleeve. A hidden ace.”

The masked man fervently hoped.

Hoping for Heukmongjeop to show a perfect reversal.

“Haha, let’s see what happens.”

Banso-un’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

***

There is no holding back.

Heukmongjeop gathered all his strength.

A strike.

A decisive move with the strongest strike.

Salwol Bigeom (殺越秘劍).

The secret technique of Salwol’s divine skill.

A powerful sword that tears everything apart with a fierce strike.

Her stance was lower than ever.

Her expression more cautious than ever.

On the other hand.

Jang-il remained calm as ever.

A posture overflowing with composure.

His hands were simply hanging down.

‘That carelessness will be your downfall.’

Heukmongjeop’s eyes blazed with determination.

It will end.

With one strike.

“Now!”

Clang!

Heukmongjeop’s body moved swiftly, striking the ground forcefully.

A swift and stormy new technique, like a butterfly riding the storm.

It was difficult to even track with the eyes.

And then.

Whoosh!

The energy contained in the sword tore through the air completely.

A momentum that would tear through everything it touched.

That was the power contained in Salwol Bigeom.

Salwol Bigeom surged towards Jang-il.

“It’s over!”

Heukmongjeop was certain.

The opponent couldn’t even react properly.

He would tear his body in half like this…

“Look.”

…Yes… I’m looking… Master…

Thud!

Heukmongjeop threw the sword, which held everything, aside like trash.

And then.

Thud! Rip! Thud!

He tore Jang-il’s clothing apart like a rag.

Even the insides were torn to shreds.

Useless pieces of cloth that covered the genitals fell neatly to the ground.

Only then did the completely obedient command succeed.

Then, the response must be returned in the mind.

…I obeyed the command… Master…

The master’s finger moved.

Snap!

Tearing his body in half like this…

“What?!”

Heukmongjeop’s eyes widened in disbelief when he realized there was no sword in his hand.

But that was just the beginning.

An empty lower garment.

Heukmongjeop realized that the cool air was directly touching his private parts.

And then.

“S-scream!”

Clutching his genitals, Heukmongjeop screamed with a face drained of color.