Stage One, Round Two

To succeed in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mission, they needed both spanking and creampie, but the order didn't matter. With the time limit at just 30 minutes, Yumin decided to start with penetration and mix in the spanking along the way.

Yumin knelt behind Jiyun, spreading her labia left and right with his hands. He licked the exposed flesh inside. As he lapped at her entrance and pushed his tongue deeper, her love juices began to flow steadily. Unlike the mission with Mikyung last time, this one didn't require bringing the woman to climax. So Yumin went straight for it, thrusting his cock into Jiyun's pussy just enough to make penetration possible.

"Ngh…."

Since she wasn't fully wet yet, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jiyun felt the pain, and insertion wasn't smooth. Yumin forced about half his length in with sheer power and started rocking his hips from there. Gradually, her pussy grew slicker, making movement easier bit by bit. He pushed deeper accordingly.

"Ah…. Ah…. Aha…."

Now he could thrust smoothly, and each time Yumin drove deep, short moans escaped Jiyun's lips. It was time for the spanking. Yumin began alternating slaps on her ass cheeks—right hand, left hand—in time with his thrusts.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Aat…. Out…. Ahng…."

Every time Yumin's cock plunged deep, Jiyun felt the sting of his palm on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her ass. The timing sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing together, drawing moans from her as her pussy clenched involuntarily, hard. Yumin felt a thrilling jolt with each thrust—the tight squeeze around his shaft, the soft impact of his palm on her plush cheeks. It was unexpectedly arousing. He stopped counting the spanks. They'd long passed 30, but regardless, he shook his hips faster, pounding away while slapping her ass with every motion.

"Aa…. Aang…. Aang…."

Jiyun's cheeks were already flushed bright red from earlier, and endless moans leaked from her mouth. The delicate balance between pain and pleasure tipped toward ecstasy. Though unintentional, each spank made her clench harder, amplifying her own bliss in a feedback loop.

"Haang…. Haaang…. Aang…."

In the end, Jiyun climaxed. The intensified squeeze pushed Yumin over the edge too, and he began to ejaculate. Thick spurts erupted deep inside her from his buried cock.

Yumin pulled out of Jiyun's pussy and got dressed. He then unbuckled the belt around her waist. As he left the mission room, unlike usual, someone besides acquaintances was waiting for him—Baek Seongyeop, Im Jiyun's husband.

"Hey, why'd you keep spanking Jiyun even after hitting the count?"

Seongyeop was furious. Yumin had smacked her ass until it glowed red; it was understandable. If it were for mission success, maybe, but he'd gone overboard just now. At least from a normal perspective. To Yumin, it wasn't nearly enough—not even a fraction of the revenge for his parents' death. But he couldn't reveal that here. So he gave a bland excuse.

"The penalty was death, so I got a bit tunnel-visioned on the mission."

"That doesn't make sense! You could've hit lighter—did you have to go that hard?"

Yumin eyed the nitpicking Seongyeop with pity. He'd done the same during the tutorial, haranguing Nam Sanghyeon over his mission with Im Jiyun. Seongyeop seemed thoughtless.

"Excuse me."

Suji cut in, unable to stand it. Seongyeop's fiery glare shifted from Yumin to her.

"I didn't want to say this, but are you clueless? Or just brainless?"

"What?"

"After chewing out Yumin like this, what do you think happens if you end up paired with him and that woman in another mission?"

"…."

"Who do you think's participated in the most missions from tutorial to Stage 1?"

"Well…."

"Your wife, right? You seem to care about her so much."

Seongyeop froze at Suji's sarcasm. He hadn't considered that. Now that she mentioned it, yeah. All he could do was complain, and it wouldn't help Jiyun. Jiyun, who'd just emerged from the mission room, overheard and quietly tugged Seongyeop's arm, pulling him away.

The commotion left a brief silence in its wake. Then Suji turned to Yumin.

"Yumin, don't let it get to you. You've been under a ton of stress too."

Yumin felt touched by Suji. Before Paradise, she hadn't done anything huge, but she'd always looked out for him in small ways. This was no different. Her words to Seongyeop applied to her too—if she got paired with him, it wouldn't end well. Of course, Yumin would use privileges to protect her, but she didn't know that. She'd stepped up knowing she might suffer for it.

"Nah, thanks for having my back, Suji noona."

"No biggie…."

Grateful as he was, Yumin realized he needed to be more careful. He'd been rougher with Seongyeop and Jiyun because they were enemies tied to his parents' death, but his acquaintances didn't know. They might not understand—even turn on him.

Everyone dispersed to their private rooms, and Yumin headed to his. That evening, the square opened, drawing him back. Seongyeop still sat glaring from a corner bench beside Jiyun. He clearly hadn't wised up. Ironically, Jiyun—the one who'd taken the hits—didn't look at Yumin with outright hate. She just kept fidgeting on her seat; the spanked spots must still hurt.

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Yumin wasn't thrilled about partnering with Sangmi. Obviously, bad high school memories with his homeroom teacher. Jiyun and Mikyung were enemies too—tied to his parents and sister—but at least they had decent bodies and faces. He could detach, treat them like fleshlights. Sangmi? Even that was a stretch.

Of course, he'd known via privileges that she'd be his partner. But with most participations needed for privileges, skipping the second mission was out. And it wasn't tough anyway.

Yumin entered the mission room. Sangmi followed without hesitation, unfazed despite her recent gangbang mission. A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed rose in the center as usual. Before privileges, beds meant non-weird missions—a relief. Now, no worries.

Yumin stripped at the bed. As Sangmi undressed, she spoke up.

"Yumin, it's been a while, huh?"

Come to think of it, they hadn't exchanged a word in Paradise. Excluding the group mission, this was their first one-on-one.

"Yeah."

"How've you been?"

"Fine…."

"Take good care of me today, Yumin."

"…."

What was that supposed to mean? Yumin was baffled.

Once naked, Angel announced the mission.

The penalty was harsh, but success was all that mattered. The real punishment was Sangmi as partner. Time was tight, though. Yumin planned creampie first, then keep pounding for the facial.

They climbed onto the bed. Yumin positioned Sangmi on hands and knees in doggy—body unavoidable, but at least no eye contact.

One hand went to her breasts, the other to her pussy—for maximum efficiency. He kneaded her tits, caressed her folds, pinched nipples, fingered her slightly wet entrance. She slickened fast. No more delay—Yumin thrust his cock in and started pounding at a brisk pace from the start.

"Ah…. Ah…. Aha…."

No real foreplay, no mercy on insertion, yet Sangmi moaned readily. Her pussy drenched. Yumin upped the speed gradually.

He never skipped daily sex training—meaning masturbation by hand. As top mission participant, sure, but missions were every three days. Too infrequent for Yumin, newly hooked on sex. Despite loathing her emotionally and physically, fucking Sangmi beat jerking off, slightly. Forgetting who she was let pleasure build subtly.

He slammed root-deep now.

"Aang…. Ang…. Haaang…."

Her loose pussy clenched tight. Yumin accelerated into the finish, unloading straight into her womb.

Just the first round. No pause—he kept thrusting. Sensitive glans sparked jolts, but Sangmi felt it worse. Fresh off climax, his unrelenting cock plunged back in; overwhelming pleasure buckled her arms, upper body collapsing to the bed.

"Ahk…. Aang…. Ang. Aang…."

Her form crumbled under ecstasy, but Yumin gripped her ass firm, holding her steady as he pounded on. Second orgasms usually take longer—but nonstop thrusting post-first made this one rush in faster. Sensing it, Yumin yanked out, flipped her prone body over, straddled her chest, and erupted onto her face. Semen splattered nose, lips, open mouth. Sangmi took it with ecstatic bliss, even swallowing some that landed inside.