Chapter 100. Stage Two, Round Five
“Ahhh…. Junyoung oppa…. So good…. Ahh…. Harder…. Fuck me harder…. Ahhhng…. Junyoung oppa…. Your cock…. Haaang…. Feels too…. Good…. Ahuut….”
Soyoung’s lips spilled out lascivious moans laced with Junyoung’s name nonstop, while the lewd sounds of her body slamming against Yumin’s echoed through the mission room. Sitting right next to them, Junyoung could even hear the faint, wet squelching every time Yumin’s cock plunged in and out of Soyoung’s soaked pussy.
Junyoung squeezed his eyes shut tight, unable to fully block Yumin from his vision due to their closeness. Instead, he focused solely on Soyoung’s words amid the erotic symphony assaulting his ears. Gripping his own cock harder, he jerked it furiously. A slight twitch responded—welcome news indeed. Even without his life on the line, Junyoung would have been thrilled at any sign of his erectile dysfunction easing, but now it was a matter of survival.
He felt certain that if Soyoung just took his cock fully into her mouth and sucked him off properly right now, he’d get hard. But that was impossible. One of Angel’s emphasized rules for this mission: no physical contact between the couple’s man and the couple’s woman.
Something felt missing. Junyoung cracked his eyes open slightly, fixing his gaze only on Soyoung’s pussy and the cock sliding in and out of it. He’d already known from watching missions in the square that Yumin’s dick was a world-conquering monster, far beyond Korea. At first, Junyoung had wondered why Yumin let Soyoung slip away to him despite wielding such a weapon—pitying Yumin’s incompetence even as he marveled at the tool.
Seeing Yumin’s massive cock didn’t deflate his own ego or pride as a man. Yumin’s skills had been utter trash. What good was a long dick if the wielder was a lousy craftsman? True masterpieces came from skill, not just the tool. That’s how Junyoung saw it. Confirming Yumin’s pathetic performance had even made stealing Soyoung feel inevitable.
But Yumin’s skills had skyrocketed. It was like he had a private tutor. Truth be told, Yumin had always possessed the perfect physique for sex—fine muscles from manual labor that most people never developed, topped by that unparalleled cock. Add sharp instincts and quick learning, and he’d only lacked one thing: experience.
Already fit, Yumin had honed his body further with workouts in Paradise, making his cock look even more imposing. Junyoung’s early disdain was long gone. He no longer compared himself bitterly or bruised his pride. Watching Yumin’s Herculean cock—straight out of Western porn—pound into a woman with raw muscular power inspired awe.
Junyoung had gotten seriously aroused watching such vivid live porn between Yumin and other women. But that was only with third-party females. Watching his own girlfriend Soyoung get fucked by Yumin? Impossible to feel the same.
At least early on, it had been bearable—Yumin’s skills sucked. But as Yumin improved daily, Soyoung’s reactions shifted. Then one day, Junyoung spotted her unleashing wild responses she’d never shown him. Heart-wrenching pain hit him. How could he even envy a comparison? Yumin was in a different league entirely—like losing to a UFC champ versus some street punk. You just shrank in defeat.
That’s exactly how Junyoung felt now, staring at Yumin’s massive cock stretching Soyoung’s pussy wide and slamming deep. Yet hearing his own name moaned from her lips—or maybe the close-up view of it pistoning in her—stirred him more than before. The signals from his cock grew stronger. He jerked faster.
Soyoung, heating up, craved Yumin’s cock deeper, harder. But in this position, she couldn’t rely on him fully. Like a thirsty man digging his own well, she had to act. Bracing Yumin’s thighs with both hands, she planted her feet on the bed’s edge and squatted over his cock. Then she started bouncing her ass wildly up and down.
Already reeling from Yumin’s long, thick shaft stabbing her cervix, adding her full body weight made it feel like it would pierce right through. “Ahhhng…. Ahng…. So good…. Too good…. Haaaang….” Her moans grew louder with the surging pleasure.
No Junyoung in those cries now. Drunk on ecstasy, even the thought of calling his name faded from her mind.
Yumin glanced at the wall clock. Time to get serious—service to Junyoung ends here. He wrapped his arms around Soyoung’s waist as she bounced diligently, stood up, and tossed her onto the bed’s center. The impact splayed her body, legs spreading wide.
Diving between them, Yumin thrust his cock balls-deep into her pussy in one go. Soyoung teetered on the edge of climax, but for Yumin, this was just warmup. Now the real show began.
She was plenty heated—no need to pace. Yumin hammered fast and hard right away. The bed rocked violently; Soyoung wailed in response. “Ahng…. Ahhk…. Ahhhng….”
No need to hold back ejaculation this mission—in fact, two loads required speed. Yumin maxed his arousal while pushing her pleasure high. The early phase had been Junyoung’s bonus; now it was Soyoung’s.
First shot: straight into her womb. Even mid-orgasm, Yumin kept thrusting hard. He checked remaining time and her pleasure stats in real-time, planning ahead. Keep ramping to hit the second quickly—lives were at stake, no room for leisure.
Soyoung’s pleasure? No worry. No three-round stamina yet, but this was only 20 minutes. Yumin trusted he could stay hard post-two loads.
A bit fatigued from the intense short burst, he switched positions. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he folded her body, thighs crushing her breasts. Hugging tight, he extended his legs, bracing on tiptoes, and dropped his full weight through his cock—impaling her utterly. Sometimes lifting his hips before slamming down again.
Soyoung lost her mind as it plunged deeper than ever, filling every gap, threatening to breach her womb. Intense pleasure bordered on madness. “Ahhhk…. Uhk…. Hnguut….”
Recharged, Yumin resumed pounding. Heightened stimulation hit her harder; his post-first-load sensitivity sped the second climax. He unloaded inside without hesitation.
Mission goals met—for him. But not over. Junyoung hadn’t finished.
Yumin released her body and legs but kept hammering relentlessly. “Ahng…. Ahhhng…. Yumin oppa…. Ahng…. Go easy…. Ahng…. Too rough…. I’ll die…. Hwaaang….”
Soyoung’s voice hoarse from endless moans, she couldn’t hold back. Her mind blank long ago, each womb-pounding thrust overwhelming. She felt herself unraveling, terrified she might truly go insane.
Instinct for survival wrapped her legs around his waist—hoping to soften the blows. But it backfired, heightening sensitivity to his skin, muscles, tremors. Pleasure intensified. “Aaaak…. Yumin oppa…. Hngguk…. I…. Ahng…. I’m going crazy…. Ahhhng…. Hngg…. Hhk….”
Now arms too—she clung desperately. Pure survival thrashing.
But to watching Junyoung? It looked like lovers entwined. Her moans of “dying” or “crazy” sounded like bliss to him. His half-hard cock wilted instantly.
Junyoung jerked desperately again. Nothing. No response at all.