Bound and Submitted
Yumin wasn't just going to take it lying down. Though he was initially overwhelmed by Seonjeong's seasoned prowess and flashy techniques, he regained his confidence watching her lose herself in pleasure. Matching her movements, Yumin thrust his hips upward like a spring.
Seonjeong was already receiving ample stimulation from her own hip and waist motions, but with Yumin joining in, the intensity doubled.
"Ahh... Aang... Ahh. Ang..."
In the end, Seonjeong climaxed at the hands of the very man she'd mocked as a sex novice just moments ago. Yumin's ejaculation followed suit. Each powerful spurt against her uterine wall drew fresh moans from her lips.
The timer on the mission room wall froze. Soon, Angel's mission success message chimed through the speakers.
Congratulations on your success. You two have impressive skills. Participant Lee Yumin achieved two ejaculations, and you even brought participant Mun Seonjeong to climax—with plenty of time to spare. All Paradise participants, please return to your personal rooms.
Seonjeong collapsed onto Yumin's chest, catching her ragged breath. She marveled at how his cock, still buried inside her, remained rock-hard. Steadying herself, she sat up, and as his shaft slipped free, semen gushed out in a thick stream.
"That was really good this time. You've changed completely—unrecognizable. I'm satisfied."
"Yeah... me too..."
Yumin half-listened to Seonjeong's words, lost in thought. Angel's announcement gnawed at him. She'd explicitly said Seonjeong had climaxed—and judging by her reactions now, it was true. But what bothered him wasn't the climax itself; it was that Angel knew.
He'd sensed it during the last mission too, but Paradise's tech was far beyond anything he could imagine. A man's orgasm was obvious from the ejaculation, though detecting internal creampies was another matter. Still, it was easier to spot in men than women.
Women's climaxes? Far trickier. Some faked it effortlessly during sex, making verification nearly impossible. Yet Paradise monitored it in real-time.
That raised a problem. With tech capable of tracking female pleasure levels, why wouldn't they design missions around it? So far, male ejaculation had sufficed for success. But what if future missions required her to cum too?
Yumin felt another challenge piling onto his plate. His sex training path was about to get even rougher. He resolved to intensify it.
Exiting the mission room, Yumin found his acquaintances waiting, just like after the first one. Their faces mixed worry with faint blushes—some women clearly entertaining other thoughts.
"Good work, Yumin."
"No big deal, Jeongho hyung."
"Um... you're amazing..."
Jeongho, as a fellow man, felt a twinge of awe (or respect?) toward Yumin for pulling off two loads without going soft and sending a woman over the edge. Yumin didn't catch it.
"Huh?"
"Ah... nothing."
"Oppa, thank goodness you're okay. It was so short this time—I was really worried."
His stepsister Gayeong's concern rang pure; maybe she was the only one truly fretting over his safety. The other women? Secretly aroused by his rapidly improving bedroom skills. They knew it wasn't the time, but bodies didn't always obey the brain.
"You did great. We were so worried..."
"Nah, it wasn't that hard."
"What... glad you're safe."
"Yeah... thanks."
After more encouragement and relieved words from the group, Yumin headed to his room.
Back in his personal space, he showered quickly as usual, then dove into sex training. His goals: endurance (hold out longer), quick finishes, and now—satisfying the woman.
No clear strategy for the last one yet. So he focused on enabling smoother sex: muscle training.
Cock workouts alone weren't enough; sex was a full-body affair. No room for running, but he did sit-ups, push-ups, and awkward stationary jogs.
Lower body got special attention—stamina starts in the thighs, after all. With a durable cock, versatile positions, and the stamina/strength to maintain them, climaxes would come easier.
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All Paradise participants, gather in the square.
Mission day arrived right on schedule. Yumin stepped through the open iron door toward the square.
Others trickled in from their corridors. Stage 1 had brought changes—including the men's attitudes. During the tutorial, they'd envied or resented Yumin's frequent participations. But after death penalties entered the mix, they breathed relief at not being called, their negativity toward him fading.
Jeongho still watched with concern. But they didn't know—nobody did. Yumin wanted these missions. He sought out what others fled.
Participants: Lee Yumin, Kang Jiwon. Proceed to the mission room.
Jiwon's face hardened at her name. Yumin couldn't read her exact thoughts, but he felt a flicker of unease too.
Since Stage 1 began, he'd partnered with two women: Soyeong and Seonjeong. Soyeong was awkward due to their history; Seonjeong was a total stranger here. Both had solid experience—Seonjeong especially seemed seasoned.
Jiwon? The opposite. Their tutorial encounter was her first with a man. Rumors pegged her as a lesbian, so she might have girl-on-girl history, but zero with guys. She'd been outright uncooperative then—barely letting him touch her, stripping only enough for minimal insertion. It worked for the tutorial, but this was the real deal.
Would she cooperate now? Yumin's anxiety spiked—especially since he was about to be restrained.
One small comfort: camp life had warmed them up. In college, Jiwon only surfaced for group projects, vanishing like smoke after. They'd barely spoken then; a month's chats here outstripped three years of school.
Yumin took her tense hand, bracing for rejection. She followed willingly. Inside the mission room, the central floor parted, rising with an unfamiliar object—not the usual bed, though rectangular enough to pass for one. More like a surgical table.
Participant Lee Yumin, lie down on the mission table.
Yumin complied, climbing onto the firm-yet-yielding surface—like a stiff mattress.
Participant Kang Jiwon, secure participant Lee Yumin's waist to the mission table.
He aligned his waist with the black leather belt and lay flat. Jiwon buckled it tight.
Participant Lee Yumin must achieve: 1 oral ejaculation and 1 vaginal creampie on participant Kang Jiwon.
Time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty: Mission participants banned from the square for 3 days.
No death penalty this time—a new one. Banned from the nightly-open square for three days. Milder than the tutorial's three-day fast. But failure wasn't an option. Yumin had to max out participations and succeed each round. Failures might trigger retries, but not identical to the tutorial—this was the main stage.
"Jiwon, what do you think? Penalty seems light."
"What do you mean 'what'? We do it. No choice, right?"
She said it matter-of-factly, but Yumin's dread lingered. Her tutorial uncooperativeness was fresh; now he was strapped down—everything fell to her.
She hesitated, then steeled herself, stripping his pants. Off came hers too, and she climbed aboard, spreading his legs and kneeling between. Lowering her head, she took his soft cock into her mouth, kneading it carefully with lips and tongue—no teeth.
No fellatio experience, but she tried. Clumsy and awkward—yet enough to harden him. Yumin felt real pleasure. The haughty, prickly Jiwon, now eagerly sucking him off? It transcended physical bliss into psychological thrill.
Fully erect, she bobbed her head. Even pros struggled with his girth; for a newbie like her, it was torture. Her small lips strained around the thickness; deep swallows triggered gags. Yumin ached too—her teeth grazed despite her caution, no room for finesse in her forced rhythm.
Still, pleasure built toward release. If she'd stripped her top, those bouncing tits would amp it up—but he couldn't ask that much.
"Jiwon... I'm gonna cum..."
As climax neared, he warned her. Instinctively, she pulled back—but caught herself; that'd fail the mission. Lips pursed tight, she braced.
Semen erupted, blasting her palate and tongue. She endured the flood filling her mouth till it stopped. Overflow trickled down her throat inevitably. Finally, she spat it out beside the table.
Yumin wished she'd swallowed eagerly—but for her, that was a pipe dream.