Stage One, Round Four

Yumin found the documents overwhelming, even including the attachments—too much content to read in full. Jang Woohyeok was a walking encyclopedia of crimes.

If Baek Seongyeop and Oh Juseok hadn't been directly tied to his parents' deaths, Yumin might have dismissed them as small fry compared to Woohyeok. Objectively, the severity and frequency of Woohyeok's crimes dwarfed even Oh Juseok's—he couldn't even compare.

Even more outrageous: Oh Juseok had faced at least some minor punishment unfit for his crimes, but Woohyeok? Nothing at all.

Flipping through the attachments detailing Woohyeok's crimes, Yumin paused at one page. A familiar name: Jeong Suyeon.

She'd been in Yumin's class during their senior year of high school. Quiet and studious, with a gentle, reserved personality. Girls like her usually faded into the background, but Suyeon was smart and had a pure, pretty face that quietly drew attention from male classmates.

Yumin had gotten close to her by chance, helping her solve a stuck math problem and tutoring her. Inexperienced with girls, Yumin—and Suyeon, equally shy around the opposite sex—shared good feelings, but nothing more developed.

Then the incident happened. After self-study, as Suyeon headed home late, Woohyeok stopped her. He'd told her their homeroom teacher, Nam Sangmi, wanted to see her in the counseling room. Since Woohyeok was in the same class, she didn't suspect anything and went.

But waiting wasn't Nam Sangmi. It was Woohyeok, who followed her in, locked the door, and eyed her body up and down with lust-filled eyes.

Sensing something wrong, Suyeon tried to flee, but Woohyeok roughly pinned her to the floor. She struggled, but he stripped her clothes off in seconds. His lips, tongue, and hands began ravaging her body. Her frail resistance couldn't overcome his brute strength.

She tried to scream for help, but he snarled, "You wanna spread word of getting stripped and fucked to the whole school?" She clamped her mouth shut.

The sweet first kiss she'd dreamed of with a lover was shattered by Woohyeok's filthy, desire-soaked mouth. Her untouched breasts and pussy were brutally claimed. His cock split her open, tearing her hymen, but all she could do was endure the pain and cry.

Woohyeok savagely raped her as she gave up resisting, tears streaming. In the empty school after hours, no one came to help. A few stragglers? Just Woohyeok's planted lookouts.

In the dark, silent counseling room, Woohyeok kept violating her until he'd cum inside her virgin pussy multiple times and was satisfied. He smirked down at her naked, blood-and-semen-leaking form and made a call.

Twenty minutes later, his family's dedicated lawyer arrived. Still reeling from the torn hymen's agony and rape trauma, Suyeon was sat down for "negotiations."

The deal: Silence about the incident. Threats that exposure would ruin her future and life as a woman. But keep quiet, and they'd pay handsomely—plus handle a transfer if the trauma made staying impossible.

Suyeon had no choice. She didn't want anyone knowing her humiliating shame. She skipped school the next day and transferred two days later, receiving 20 million won. "Ten would suffice, but double for your virginity," they said magnanimously.

Compensation? It was hush money—payment for her body. Reading this, Yumin was dumbfounded. He'd found her sudden transfer odd, especially pre-college entrance exams. If unavoidable, she'd have hinted to him, a close friend.

Yumin had heard ugly rumors about Woohyeok in high school. His behavior made them seem plausible, not mere gossip. But as an ordinary student, he lacked proof.

Now, the files confirmed the rumors—about Suyeon and beyond—were just the tip. Several other ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠victims' names rang bells.

Yumin had suffered greatly under Woohyeok's bullying in high school—enough for trauma. But reading this fueled even greater rage than his own ordeals.

Once more, he realized the world brimmed with trash, and Korea's laws and authorities couldn't clean it up. Was this Paradise a dump for scum?

Another name etched onto Yumin's blacklist.

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Stage 1 was halfway done. First mission of the round—Yumin participated as expected, paired with Seonjeong.

Amid farewells from his group, Yumin entered the Mission Room. Seonjeong followed.

"Hey. Meet again?"

Seonjeong approached Yumin undressing by the bed, stripping herself while greeting casually. She'd used banmal with him from the start. She seemed older, no ill will, so he responded evenly.

"Yeah, looks like it."

In Round 2's final mission, she'd faced Baek Seongyeop in a sex duel with "death" penalty—and won, dooming him. Yet no anxiety or fear showed. Unlike other women from the first mission, she was different. Gutsy? Or accustomed to sex with strangers?

Two tasks, short 30-minute limit—but doable simultaneously, so manageable. Seonjeong, though, wanted no delays.

"Time's tight—do both at once? Lie on the bed."

"Okay…."

As Yumin lay back, Seonjeong straddled his face reverse, gripping and kneading his cock.

"Suck mine."

She ordered, then took his cock in her mouth. Yumin eyed her pussy up close. Discolored labia, slightly gaping entrance—clear signs of heavy use. A stark contrast to Jiwon and Minseo's fresh ones from Paradise, or even experienced Suji and married Seohyeon's cleaner states.

Yumin had done countless missions here, diverse plays with various women. He wasn't the old virgin blushing at upskirt thighs anymore.

Less excited than with his group, but he had to complete the mission. And contrary to his mood, Seonjeong's skilled tongue and mouth delivered sharp pleasure.

Spreading her labia, exposing the pink within, Yumin licked. His tongue on folds and clit quickly soaked her.

His cock fully erect—ready.

"Enough sucking—put it in."

"Got it."

Seonjeong lay back, legs spread. Yumin positioned between, aimed, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and thrust in.

"Nngh… Good. Yours is big—feels nice."

Yumin rocked slowly, pistoning into her. Creampie prep done—time for spanking.

Breasts are erogenous but vulnerable; hit too hard, pure pain. Too soft, no count. Ideal: When she's aroused, pain mixes with pleasure.

Gauging her reactions, Yumin prepared gentle starts.

"No… spanking?"

"Now?"

"Hngh… Then when… were you planning?"

"When you start feeling it…."

"It's fine… Hit moderately… Hngh… Helps the pleasure…."

Unlike his plan, she wanted it now. No reason to refuse.

Thrusting, Yumin alternated palm slaps from outer to inner breasts. Light taps didn't count—he ramped up gradually.

"Aha… Aa… Ahh…."

Each slap drew moans; her breasts reddened. Initial pain-mixed sounds shifted to pure pleasure. Her pussy clenched hard on every hit, squeezing his cock.

A thrilling new sensation hit Yumin. Jiggling breasts visually stimulated; soft, yielding impacts physically aroused. Her moans and contractions added a novel edge beyond vanilla sex.

Outers red, he spread pain inward, then near areolae and nipples. Thrusts and spanks hypersensitized them—her cries intensified.

"Aang… Haa… Ahhng…."