Stage One, Round Four
“Then I'll use my privilege.”
The day before the mission, Yumin summoned Angel to use his privilege and learn about tomorrow's mission. As he checked the mission details projected on the wall, he couldn't help but feel bewildered.
Mission Content: Asphyxiation Sex
Participants enter the mission room → Undress → Enter the transparent cubic room in the center of the mission room → Achieve 1 successful creampie.
However, the cube room is completely sealed off from the outside air. The oxygen inside the cube is enough for two adults to consume in about 5 minutes.
Yumin's first thought upon seeing the mission was an unavoidable death. The time limit or failure penalty meant nothing in this mission. It was game over the moment the oxygen in the cube ran out.
Could they get an erection, make her wet, insert, and creampie within 5 minutes? It was possible. But only for someone like Yumin, who knew the mission details in advance via privilege—someone who could prepare by getting hard before entering or be mentally ready to thrust even if she wasn't wet yet.
In a normal case, they'd panic at the sudden new cube facility. They'd cautiously enter it. And if the explanation started only after the door sealed, scrambling from that point would make 5 minutes feel impossibly short.
Of course, if they could creampie within the time limit even after the oxygen ran out, the mission would succeed. But could they have sex without oxygen? Sex is intense exercise. Excitement and pleasure accelerate the heartbeat and increase oxygen consumption. And that 5-minute figure surely wasn't for relaxed breathing—it was under strenuous conditions.
This was only the third mission of Stage 3, but Yumin decided to abandon it without hesitation. Im Jiyun meant nothing to him. If it had been a female from his group, he'd have risked it all to save her. But Im Jiyun was the bystander to Baek Seongyeop's hit-and-run—the indirect murderer involved in his parents' deaths.
This could even be revenge. The problem was the male participant: Kim Jeongho. To Yumin, who had no blood relatives left, Jeongho was like an older brother. He couldn't just ignore this.
But Yumin had a privilege from having the most mission participations in Round 3: Participant Change. It randomly replaced one mission participant. Using it would automatically exclude Yumin from the mission.
So in this situation, using Participant Change would swap out Yumin and Jeongho, landing on some other male Paradise participant. Yumin felt no guilt toward the others. In fact, it brought a twisted sense of satisfaction.
“I'll use the privilege on the male participant.”
Whatever the point of Angel's countdown, the moment she shouted "Go!", the male participant's name—excluding Lee Yumin and Kim Jeongho—started rapidly cycling through the other male participants' names.
The speed slowed, then stopped on one name: Oh Juseok.
The instant Yumin saw Oh Juseok's name, a jolt of intense pleasure surged through him—far stronger than any orgasm. He felt like he'd avenged his mother with just a few words.
“Huh?”
Yumin didn't understand Angel's question. Satisfied? Did that mean he could change it again if not?
“Can I use the privilege consecutively?”
Of course. Angel knew almost everything about Yumin. It made sense she'd think that. Oh Juseok was the enemy who'd raped Yumin's birth mother so brutally she was driven to suicide... and gotten away with it, strutting freely in society.
With the sound of the cell door unlocking, Yumin quickly headed to the Square. He wanted to get a good look at Oh Juseok and Im Jiyun, who would be participating today.
Until now, he'd avoided even glancing at them, fearing his rage would boil over and cause trouble. But today was different. He could avenge himself without getting his hands dirty.
Oh Juseok leered openly at the women's breasts and asses, smirking lewdly as always. Im Jiyun, still unable to move past her husband Baek Seongyeop's death, shuffled along with unfocused, dazed eyes.
Yumin felt a pang of pity for her, but it didn't mean forgiveness or pulling her from the mission. No—he hardened his heart. The moment Baek Seongyeop drove drunk, the danger began. Hitting and fleeing made them premeditated killers.
Im Jiyun, in the passenger seat, could have stopped him. Maybe she tried. But they fled anyway. Yumin's parents might have survived without fatal injuries, but delayed treatment killed them. Baek Seongyeop and Im Jiyun became murderers.
Yumin's group clustered together, chatting lightly to shake off their anxiety. But Yumin was too fixated on Juseok and Jiyun to join in.
Upon being called, Juseok spat a brief curse, then eyed Jiyun from head to toe. Seemingly satisfied, he strode quickly into the mission room. Jiyun shuffled in slowly, her blank expression unchanged, barely registering she'd been called or who her partner was.
Was it the shock of her husband Seongyeop's death that left her with no attachment to life?
Today's mission room was different. Normally, there'd just be a table or bed in the center for sex, but today a transparent cubic enclosure covered the bed.
Not just the participants Juseok and Jiyun, but every Paradise participant watching from outside felt puzzled.
Following Angel's announcement, Juseok and Jiyun stripped. They opened the cube's door and stepped inside. The space was cramped but sufficient for sex. As they entered, the door sealed automatically.
Startled by the unfamiliar setup, Juseok was wary of the “death” penalty but relieved at the straightforward content. One creampie in 30 minutes? Easy, even if the time was a bit tight.
But that reassurance crumbled with Angel's next announcement—something utterly beyond expectation.
Juseok's mind blanked momentarily, but piecing it together, he grasped the mission's deadliness. Time limits and penalties were irrelevant. Even now, panicking after hearing the details, the cube's oxygen was depleting. He had no idea how many minutes had passed already.
The wall timer had started counting down from 30 only after Angel finished speaking. But the oxygen had been vanishing much earlier.
Juseok hurried. He roughly shoved Jiyun onto the bed and tried to insert, but his flaccid cock wouldn't cooperate. He grabbed and stroked it frantically. His panic and addiction to forceful rape made it hard to get hard.
No choice—he leaped onto the bed and jammed his cock into Jiyun's mouth, gripping her head with both hands and thrusting wildly. Focusing solely on erection, he finally felt blood rushing in, hardening it partially.
No time to wait. He forced the half-erect cock into Jiyun's pussy and pistoned roughly.
Jiyun, already detached from life, seemed to give up completely upon hearing the mission. She lay limp like a sex doll, letting Juseok ravage her body.
Juseok started feeling pleasure. His cock was fully erect now. He could succeed like this.
But then breathing grew labored.
“Hah... hah... Fuck, what the hell.”
He checked the wall: over 3 minutes gone from fumbling to get hard. Still time left, he thought irrationally, pounding faster for a quick finish. But shortness of breath worsened. Even gulping air brought only chest tightness.
From the moment Jiyun arrived in Paradise, despair had gripped her. She'd lived kindly, never harming anyone—why this misfortune? Her only solace was her husband. She'd endured rough missions with other men, but his comfort helped her recover.
Then he “died” in a ridiculous sex contest loss. The shock was immense. To her, he wasn't just dead—he was her final pillar. Without him, she lost all will to live or fight.
Hearing the absurd mission, she abandoned success entirely—abandoned life. Juseok flailed to win, but she did nothing, body slack. His rough thrusts into her dry pussy barely registered pain or pleasure.
She felt air thinning, head spinning dizzily. And still, Juseok's cock hammered her pussy relentlessly.