Stage One, Round One - Death's Grim Debut
The instant the word "death" escaped Angel's lips, groans erupted not just from the mission participants, Yumin and Soyeong, but from every Paradise participant watching from outside.
Death had finally arrived as a penalty. Nam Sanghyeon had died back in the tutorial, sure—but that wasn't from a mission failure. From here on out, failing a mission could mean death. Just the threat of execution made Stage 1 feel worlds harder than the tutorial.
Then we begin the mission. Have a pleasant time.
With Angel's closing words, the clock on the wall ticked from 01:00:00 to 00:59:59.
Yumin snapped to attention. He couldn't afford to space out like this. He'd resolved to claim the most participations every round from here on—no matter the penalty. For his little sister's safety, his friends', and his own survival, he needed those privileges.
He approached Soyeong. Her face had gone pale at the penalty reveal. She'd already "failed" once in the tutorial—not by botching it, but by outright refusing. Death as punishment? No way she'd risk that now. For Yumin, who still found her a bit awkward, the quiet compliance suited him fine.
One hour to ejaculate once inside her pussy and once on her face. Plenty of time, really. But Yumin decided to hustle anyway. He and Soyeong weren't exactly the type for leisurely fun.
He stripped off his pants, then hers, and laid her on the bed. She offered no reaction, no resistance—just silent obedience.
He could jerk off for the facial, but why bother? To cum quick, her pussy was the way. Vaginal creampie counted anyway.
To ramp up fast, he spread her legs from the start and teased her mound. Heart racing though it was, he skipped straight to the clit. Women felt pain before pleasure if you went right for the sensitive bundle. Wetness took longer that way.
Soyeong was stiff, zero mindset for sex—but her body betrayed her, gradually slickening under his touch. Now his fingers drifted to her clit.
Yumin wasn't gunning for her orgasm. Just enough lube for entry. Her pussy glistened adequately.
He knew his cock was huge—experienced women winced on first penetration. She'd feel it, sure, but it wouldn't hinder his finish.
Spreading her thighs wide, he slotted in between and rubbed his semi-hard shaft against her entrance. The soft, slick sensation at his tip hardened him right up.
With a thrust of his hips, he sank in. Her tight pussy stretched around his girth.
"Ahng…"
Predictably, pain for her. Yumin ignored it, pistoning away. Electric pleasure surged through him.
He trained nightly for sex—but for stamina, not speed. This called for the opposite. He rocked fast from the jump, building to climax.
Focused, it hit quicker than expected. He buried deep and unloaded his first load.
One down. He'd never cum twice in a row before. Missions always ended after one; training paused post-release.
Still rigid, he tested with another thrust. The post-orgasm sensitivity amplified everything.
No pullout—he kept pounding. Normally, he'd soften after cumming. Not this time. He ravaged her depths relentlessly.
"Eung… Ahng… Heung…"
Soyeong bit her lip, but ambiguous moans leaked out—pain? Pleasure? Her pussy flooded wetter.
The bed creaked under his vigorous slams; her cries grew louder. Climax loomed again.
"Aah… Ahng… Ha, aaah…"
Her walls clenched hard, spiking his pleasure. Almost there—he yanked out, scrambled up, and jerked over her face. Semen erupted, splattering her eyelids, nose, and lips.
The wall clock froze. Angel's voice rang out—familiar success chime by now.
Congratulations. Paradise participants, please return to your private rooms.
Pulling on his pants, Yumin pondered. Vaginal once, facial once—check. But he'd barely paused between, pounding continuously. How'd it track the second creampie?
His gaze fell to the metal bracelet clamped like a cuff on his left wrist. Paradise's tech was next-level, just like Baek Seongyeop's files hinted.
He left Soyeong panting on the bed and exited the Mission Room. His group greeted him as always.
Or almost—death penalty had some misty-eyed with relief.
"Yumin, good work."
"You nailed it."
"So glad you're safe."
Post-fuck praise felt awkward, but that's Paradise. Botch sex, risk death.
"Penalty's scary, but not much tougher than tutorial. Two cums was the hitch, but time was generous."
"Yeah. Well done anyway."
Yumin parted from the group, heading to his room. Death on the table meant ramping up training. No more bedtime-only sessions—align with mission slots too. Not today with a mission, but on off-days? Perfect. Real-match timing beat abstract endurance.
In his room, he rinsed his still-slick cock, then sat on the bed, stroking slowly. New drill: not just lasting long, but cumming quick too.
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Stage 1, Round 1—announcing the second mission. Participants: Lee Yumin, Mun Seonjeong. Please enter the Mission Room.
Yumin had signaled Angel last night for participation, landing him on today's list. Partner: Mun Seonjeong.
True to her name, Seonjeong oozed sex appeal—166cm tall, D-cup bust, plump lips, natural smile that hooked men effortlessly. She'd crushed Yumin in their first fuck, sparking his training regimen.
He entered the Mission Room. Even the bold tutorial vet looked uneasy now—death penalty hangover, no doubt.
A bed rose from the central floor. Angel's announcement followed.
Paizuri ejaculation: 1 time.
Vaginal ejaculation: 1 time.
Time limit: 30 minutes.
Penalty for failure: "death" for mission participants.
Two cums again. Same death penalty. But half the time—huge wrinkle.
Then, have a pleasant time.
Time flowed. Yumin stripped fast; Seonjeong, sensing the crunch, followed suit.
She led naked Yumin to the bed, sat him at the edge, knelt before him. One hand kneaded his flaccid cock, the other fondled his balls. Dual stimulation hardened him quick.
She engulfed him deep in her mouth, then pulled off—saliva-slick—and nestled him between her tits, titfucking away.
Yumin knew the term pre-Paradise: paizuri, breast sex. She dove right in.
Up-down rubs, crossing her breasts side-to-side, squeezing to target his glans. Incredibly good—soft, smooth cleavage unlike pussy, a fresh thrill.
No natural lube, but she spat between her tits constantly for glide. Nipples grazed him too during the rhythmic bounce. Visuals of her kneeling, jiggling her rack on his cock? Potent.
Climax built fast. When his tip peeked topside, her mouth swooped in for extra suck.
"Nngh… Gonna cum."
Seonjeong doubled down—tits crushed inward, rapid strokes. He erupted, semen arcing to her lips, chin, cleavage.
Undeterred, she kept titfucking through it. She'd watched his double-shot last mission from outside. No downtime—straight to pussy.
Confirming his persistent hardness, she pushed him flat, straddled, and aimed his cock at her entrance. Down she went.
"Haa…"
First time, he'd blown too quick—disappointing. But the size? Divine. Deep thrill radiated from her core on entry.
She rocked her hips front-back slow, loosening her not-yet-drenched walls around his monster. Deeming herself ready—wet enough, adapted—she amped to full rhythm: hips and ass undulating, front-back, up-down, intensifying stimulation.
For her too—the thick invader battered every sensitive inch inside. Twisting it around? Overwhelming pleasure.
"Aah… Ahha… Ah. Ahha…"