Stage One, Round One - Climax and Afterglow
They had overcome one major hurdle. But there was still creampie left to go. Jiwon hesitated for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Her pussy wasn't wet enough yet. During the tutorial, after her first insertion with Yumin, she'd been in so much pain for two days that she could barely walk. At this level of wetness, it would hurt like hell if she went ahead now.
To get her pussy properly slicked up, she'd have to masturbate. Of course, she could ask Yumin for help, but that was a last resort. And by then, his cock would probably soften, meaning she'd have to get him hard again. Torn between options, Jiwon climbed on top of Yumin. She gripped his still-firm shaft with one hand, aimed it at her entrance, and lowered her hips to take him in.
His cock was coated in her saliva, and her pussy was a little damp, but it still hurt—a lot. She sank down just past the head and took a deep breath. Then she lowered herself further, taking about half his length. Shoving the whole thing in felt too daunting, so she started rocking her hips up and down slowly in that position. At first, there was nothing but pain, but gradually it faded, giving way to pleasure. Her pussy grew wetter by the second.
Jiwon began swinging her hips more boldly. His cock plunged deeper into her with each motion, and soon she was feeling real ecstasy. "Ahh... ahn... aha..." As a lesbian before entering Paradise, Jiwon had never had anything as thick as this tear through her hymen. But she wasn't completely inexperienced—she'd rubbed pussies and licked with other women, even fingering each other a bit. Her hymen was intact, but her inner walls had some sensitivity developed.
She placed her hands on Yumin's hips for support and shook her ass vigorously up and down. She still couldn't take his full length, but about two-thirds of his cock was now sliding in and out of her pussy. "Ngh... ahn... hng..."
To cum as quickly as possible, Yumin fully embraced the pleasure Jiwon was giving him. Ejaculation built steadily. "Jiwon, I'm gonna cum."
"Mmm... hngh..."
As the urge peaked, Yumin bit his lip hard. With Jiwon's increasingly vigorous hip thrusts aiding him, he erupted deep inside her pussy. Feeling the hot rush of semen flooding her, Jiwon's legs gave out, and she collapsed fully onto him. His cock buried to the hilt, slamming hard against her cervix. "Ahhk... ahn... aaang!" The orgasm she'd been holding back crashed over her all at once. She tumbled forward onto Yumin's chest.
Yumin gazed at Jiwon's face right before his eyes. Her eyes were glazed from the afterglow of climax, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead and the bridge of her nose from her hard efforts to complete the mission. She looked incredibly sexy and adorable. Without thinking, Yumin leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.
Contrary to his expectations of rejection, Jiwon didn't turn away or pull back.
Congratulations on your success. Great job. All Paradise participants, please return to your private rooms.
Yumin gently stroked the back of Jiwon, who was still slumped over him. "Mission success. Shall we head out now?"
"Ugh... yeah..."
Jiwon pushed herself upright, gathered her strength in her legs, and slowly stood. As she did, his cock slipped from her pussy, drawing a soft moan. "Ngh..."
She perched on the mission table and pulled on her pants. Yumin unbuckled the belt still strapped around his waist. She'd fastened it, but he could undo it just fine. He hopped off the table, dressed, and turned to Jiwon, who sat there with a slightly dazed expression. "Still hurting?"
"Huh? No... not hurting. Why?"
"You just look a bit off."
"I'm f... fine. Totally."
"Good to hear. Let's go."
"Yeah..."
Yumin took Jiwon's hand and led her out of the mission room. She followed, squeezing his hand in return.
As they emerged, Yumin's group surrounded them. Up until now, it had been just Yumin, so all the attention focused on him. But with Jiwon there too, the chatter spread out. To Yumin, it was "Good job," "You did great." To Jiwon, it was "How was it?" "Feel good?"
After congratulations on the successful mission and brief goodbyes, they headed to their private rooms.
That evening after dinner, Yumin's group gathered in the square again. The lineup now included Yumin; his younger stepsister Gayeong; neighbors Jeongho and Seohyeon; his tutoring student Minseo; TA Suji; and classmate Jiwon.
Han Mikyung, who had briefly joined, stopped showing up after Nam Sanghyeon's death, leaving an empty seat. Truth be told, Yumin wanted to toss that chair away. He had no desire to sit with anyone outside this group, let alone get close to them.
Jang Woohyeok, Nam Sangmi, Son Hojun, Choi Junyoung, and Seo Soyoung all carried bad memories for him. Han Mikyung had done wrong to his sister, Baek Seongyeop was responsible for his parents' death—his wife Im Jiyun was no better—and Oh Juseok reeked of thug. Even Mun Seonjeong, fun in bed, felt worlds apart for real friendship.
Jiwon hadn't fit in at first either. Her only acquaintances in Paradise were Yumin and Suji, but they weren't close even in college. That left Yumin, though they weren't exactly friends. Three years in the same department, bumping into each other often, but that was it. To Jiwon, Yumin was just a convenient free ride for assignments.
It wasn't right, but she didn't hate him—she treated all men that way. As a lesbian, Yumin was the closest thing she had to a peer male. She felt guilty snapping at him but couldn't swallow her pride to show it. Men were worth that little to her.
Plenty of guys showered her with gifts, meals, drinks to impress her. She saw Yumin the same way at first. She used them somewhat, but despised them—spineless types who'd give their organs for a pretty face and body. It made her hate men more.
But Yumin was different. Very different. Over three years, watching him, she realized he helped not because of her looks, but genuinely. Still, pride kept her from changing overnight.
In Paradise, giving him her first time and hearing his kind words softened her. Today's intense orgasm—unlike anything with her girlfriends—left her even more embarrassed around him. She could barely look him in the eye. Just meeting his gaze made her heart pound.
"Jiwon unnie, you okay? Your face is all red."
"Huh? No, I'm fine. Thanks for worrying, Gayeong."
Gayeong deserved credit for helping Jiwon blend in. Not the lively type to lead, but she quietly checked on everyone with care. Joining late, she'd drawn in the isolated Jiwon naturally. Jiwon adored the cute, thoughtful girl—enough to want her naked in bed. More precisely, to pin her down and ravish her.
Anyway, Jiwon now chatted comfortably with all the women at the table. As a woman-lover, it was welcome. They were all pretty and kind.
She didn't shun the men like before. Jeongho, the eldest, never pulled rank and listened patiently. He only had eyes for his wife Seohyeon anyway, which put her at ease. She didn't talk much with him but responded when needed.
And Yumin, the last man. Until yesterday, she could converse normally, if not warmly. Today? Impossible. Not just the talk— that kiss during her hazy climax. Her first with a man.
While Jiwon stewed silently, square time ended. They returned to private rooms. It was a frustrating day of confusing feelings and her own awkwardness.
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Stage 1, Round 1. Announcing the 4th mission. Participants: Nam Sangmi and all male Paradise participants. Please enter the mission room.
Angel's announcement stirred the square. It was the largest group yet. With Nam Sanghyeon dead in the tutorial, only seven men remained. Including one woman, that made eight participants.
Yumin had known since yesterday—thanks to his Free Participation privilege. Last night, he'd asked Angel about joining, and she'd replied:
Tomorrow's mission requires all male Paradise participants, so you can't use Free Participation.
Yumin wanted to complain—what good was a useless privilege?—but held back. Angel's word was law here. His gripes meant nothing.
Forewarned, Yumin stayed calm. But unease rippled among the other men. Yumin had handled every mission so far; this was their first in Stage 1. Such a weird setup only heightened the anxiety.
Sangmi, the lone woman, should have been most worried, but no one in the square cared but her.
Anxiety aside, no one refused. One woman and seven men filed into the mission room.
Participant Nam Sangmi, please remove all clothing and sit in the center of the mission room.
Unlike usual, no bed or mission table stood in the center—just bare floor. Sangmi walked to the middle, stripped naked, and plopped down.