Chapter 24: Stage One, Round Three

That's right. The victim in Incident No. 1 was none other than Yumin's birth mother.

At the time, Yumin was only four years old—too young to fully comprehend or grasp what was happening around him. When his mother suddenly vanished one day, he cried every day searching for her, easing his loneliness and grief with tears. After some time, his father told him that his mother had passed away from illness. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The concept of "death" was too hard for young Yumin to accept. All he had for comfort were his father's words that if he lived a good life, he would one day meet her again.

As Yumin entered elementary school, advanced to middle school, and became a high school student, the pain gradually faded. And now, that pain had resurfaced. No—it had ballooned several times over, ripping through Yumin's chest. His heart boiled with rage and murderous intent toward Oh Juseok.

Baek Seongyeop and Im Jiyun were enemies who had caused his parents' deaths. But they could at least claim they hadn't intended to kill or harm his parents—they were directly involved in the accident, but not with murderous intent. Oh Juseok, however, had no such excuse. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠He had willfully inflicted violence on Yumin's mother and raped her for his own pleasure. In a way, his crime was even more heinous than that of Baek Seongyeop and Im Jiyun.

So why was a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠scum like him allowed to walk around society with a smile on his face? A human trash who stabbed daggers into others' hearts and drove someone to death?

That night, Yumin tossed and turned, unable to sleep. There was no way he could. He skipped breakfast too—no appetite at all. Though still reeling from the shock, he tried his best to stay calm, reflect on the current situation, and organize his thoughts.

Yumin wanted nothing more than to plunge a knife into Oh Juseok's throat right then and there, but he couldn't. There were no knives to be found in Paradise, and using violence would trigger a "death" penalty. Even fighting barehanded, his chances of winning were slim. Above all, what worried Yumin most was that if he died, he wouldn't be able to protect Gayeong, who relied on him alone. Sure, she was under protection via privileges right now, but there was no guarantee that would last forever. Variables could arise anytime.

And there were others not covered by privileges: Minseo, Jiwon, Suji, Seohyeon, and even Jeongho. These were precious people he had to ensure survived to the end and escaped Paradise together. To make that happen, he—the one with privileges now and the potential for more—had to survive until the end. If he let revenge blind him and acted rashly now, he might lose the chance to protect them all.

He couldn't afford to misjudge what was truly precious and important at this moment. Yumin took deep breaths, suppressing his rage and killing intent toward Oh Juseok.

Yeah. Baek Seongyeop ended up dying too, didn't he? Who knew what missions lay ahead? Another one like Baek Seongyeop's could come up. Having a perfect sacrificial pawn to use then would be a huge help. Oh Juseok was the ideal candidate.

Yes. I'll definitely kill Oh Juseok. First, I'll acquire every privilege possible, no matter what it takes. And with those privileges, I'll make sure you die.

The day of the mission arrived. Im Jiyun, who hadn't shown her face in the square even after it opened following her husband Baek Seongyeop's death, finally appeared today. She apparently couldn't give up on the mission entirely.

Jiyun hadn't resorted to any extreme actions and was still alive. But she was just barely hanging on—her appearance was wretched. Dark circles ringed her eyes, exhaustion etched her face. Her hair was unkempt and frizzy, as if she hadn't eaten properly; she looked slightly thinner overall. Her eyes, in particular, were vacant. They were open, but it was impossible to tell what she was even looking at.

When her name was called as a mission participant, she trudged toward the Mission Room, so she hadn't completely lost her mind.

Yumin entered the Mission Room as well. A bed stood in the center, and Jiyun was undressing like a sleepwalker. Yumin went to her side and stripped too.

Jiyun flinched briefly at the word "death," but that was it. Once fully undressed, she just stood there blankly.

Yumin positioned her on the bed, face down. The bed wasn't too high, so when her upper body lay flat, her knees touched the floor, naturally spreading her legs a bit. Yumin covered her vulva with his palm, stroking back and forth, then slid one finger into her vagina and began probing.

Of course, he wasn't doing this to tenderly pleasure or satisfy her. During the tutorial with Mikyung, he'd learned that rushing straight to penetration didn't necessarily end things faster. To insert quickly and ejaculate fast, it was better to get her at least a little wet first. With a 30-minute limit for two creampies, he couldn't waste time.

As Yumin's hands caressed her clitoris and fingered her vagina, Jiyun gradually grew slick. She didn't need to be soaking—just enough for insertion without issue. Yumin gripped his shaft with his slick palm and stroked rapidly to harden it, then thrust into Jiyun's vagina.

Her outer lips looked wet, but the inside wasn't fully lubricated. Yumin felt some tightness. Still, he pushed all the way in. He began rocking his hips slowly. With that, her vagina grew wetter, the friction eased, and movement became smooth.

Now Yumin thrust in earnest. Gripping her waist, he pounded her hard from behind. His thick, long cock mercilessly stabbed her uterine wall.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Each powerful thrust drew small moans from Jiyun's lips. Not from pleasure, of course. In her current mental and physical state, she couldn't feel ecstasy from Yumin's relentless pounding with his massive cock. On the contrary, Yumin began sensing building ejaculation pressure.

His feelings toward Jiyun weren't good at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all, but separately from that, an intense pleasure surged through him. Jiyun lay there like a total wreck, upper body slumped on the bed, limbs limp. She neither resisted nor responded to his thrusts—just rocked back and forth with each impact.

Yumin felt like he was holding a life-sized love doll. He'd never actually used one, but he could imagine this was exactly what it felt like. And not just in size. The body heat, weight, skin texture, vaginal sensation, even the faint feminine scent—it was a top-tier love doll matching a real woman perfectly.

This premium love doll had one more advantage: moans. They were faint and weak for now. But to Yumin, they were the only signal that this unresponsive doll registered his pounding—that she was aware of it.

He wanted to amplify that signal. He wanted louder moans from this doll. He wanted to hear Jiyun wail. Yumin slid one hand forward to rub her clitoris while shaking his hips even more violently.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Aah... Ahah... Ahah..."

The loud sounds of their bodies colliding echoed as Yumin's cock plunged root-deep into her. Ejaculation pressure surged. But he didn't stop his hips. He kept thrusting right through his orgasm. His semen spurted long and hard from her vaginal entrance to her uterine wall. And as he continued pounding his hypersensitive cock post-climax, the pleasure intensified.

The overwhelming ecstasy tempted him to pause, but he gritted his teeth and kept slamming into her. Even after one ejaculation, his cock showed no signs of softening—still thick, long, and rock-hard. Maybe he'd overdone it? The second buildup came quickly.

But Yumin wasn't the only one feeling intense pleasure. Each hard thrust drew stronger moans from Jiyun.

"Ahng... Ahng... Aaaahng..."

This time, Yumin buried himself deep, stopped his hips, and unleashed. His semen blasted her uterine wall.

Hearing Angel's success message, Yumin pulled his spent cock from Jiyun's vagina. Even withdrawal sent jolts of pleasure through him. He'd pushed a bit too hard. Yumin dressed and left the Mission Room, leaving Jiyun as she was.

As always, his group waited at the entrance.

"Yumin, good work. Must've been tough, huh?"

"Nah, Jeongho hyung."

"Um... Yumin. Good job."

Jeongho clapped Yumin's shoulder first, congratulating him on the success, followed by a shy Seohyeon offering her own praise.

But the other women watched Yumin with hot, hesitant, almost fearful expressions—saying nothing. What was it? Eyes like gazing at a beast sneaking into bed at night.

"Hrm... I was worried about the time limit, but you pulled it off safely. Good thing. Somehow... impressive, Yumin."

"Yeah... Suji unnie... Yumin, congrats on the mission."

"(How the hell is that even possible? Totally insane...)"

Suji, finally snapping out of it, led the way, followed by Jiwon and Minseo muttering to herself—but all rejoiced in his success.

"Yumin oppa, really glad you're safe."

And there was Gayeong, expressing pure, heartfelt worry and relief—different from the others, intensely so.

As Yumin chatted surrounded by his group, Jiyun emerged from the Mission Room, dressed again. She shuffled heavily back to her private room. Yumin's group fell silent, watching her go. Yumin's gaze naturally followed.

They'd driven drunk, watched another car plummet off the cliff because of them, and just ignored it. They'd probably forgotten and lived happily ever after. Forgiving them now—well, just Jiyun, since Seongyeop was gone—out of pity for her weakened state was out of the question. Yumin steeled his softening heart.