Stage One, Round Four
Jiyun began to feel an inexplicable, thrilling pleasure surging through her. Starting from her pussy, the sensation raced up her spine, through her brain, and spread rapidly throughout her entire body.
"Hah... Ah... Hnngh... Huhk... Ungh..."
Jiyun had never experienced pleasure like this in her life. The overwhelmingly intense, electric ecstasy slammed into her whole body. Her breathing grew ragged, to the point of distress, but she couldn't suppress the moans bursting from her lips.
Overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure, Jiyun's vision darkened, and her mind went blank white. Her pussy overflowed with juices like a dam burst, and eventually, the unbearable intensity made her lose control and piss herself.
In her fading consciousness, Jiyun felt semen flooding into her pussy. Then, someone collapsed onto her chest. That was the last sensation she experienced in life.
Though more than 20 minutes remained on the mission clock, everyone watching from outside the Mission Room assumed it had failed. The two participants, Juseok and Jiyun, lay collapsed in a heap, utterly motionless. With both unmoving, no matter how much time was left, success seemed impossible.
Congratulations!
But defying all expectations, Angel announced mission success.
Participants Oh Juseok and Im Jiyun have been confirmed "deceased." What a shame.
All Paradise participants, please return to your personal rooms.
The Paradise participants stood frozen in shock even after Angel's announcement ended. The mission's impact was that profound. It wasn't just the participants' deaths. Even when Baek Seongyeop died, the shock hadn't been this intense—except for Im Jiyun.
This mission had seemed impossible from the start. Yet somehow, they succeeded. They just failed to survive.
Of course, survival might have been possible. If Juseok had gotten hard before entering the cube, then thrust into Jiyun's pussy the moment the door closed and mission started, pounding away like mad, they might have succeeded and lived. But that required knowing the mission details in advance and preparing mentally—something only Yumin could pull off.
Yumin's group exchanged brief greetings and headed to their personal rooms. Yumin said little. While others were stunned into silence, Yumin held back his words to conceal his excitement.
Back in his room, Yumin closed the iron door and sat on the bed. Excitement trembled through his hands, arms, and legs. To steady himself, he clasped his hands tightly together.
Yumin had felt satisfaction from Baek Seongyeop's death. Im Jiyun's evoked a twinge of pity, but overall, it felt right. But Oh Juseok's death? That sent a thrilling rush of excitement and pleasure through him.
He regretted not avenging his mother with his own hands, but he'd orchestrated Juseok's participation in this mission. In a way, it was half his revenge.
Yumin had never fought or hit anyone in his life. As a kid, he'd roughhoused playfully with friends, but that was it. He'd rather take the loss himself than hurt others. That personality had left him exploited and shortchanged countless times.
Paradise taught him harsh lessons. People aren't what they seem, and some are crimes against existence. Baek Seongyeop and Im Jiyun might seem like good siblings or colleagues to some. Oh Juseok was human trash through and through.
If Juseok hadn't come to Paradise and died here, he'd probably be raping someone right now. He might get caught—or slip away to victimize another. Even if jailed, he'd eventually get out and repeat it.
The only way to protect women from him wasn't Korean law—it was his death.
Ignorance is bliss, they say. If Yumin hadn't come to Paradise, he'd still believe his parents' deaths were accidents, his birth mother's from illness. Would he have lived worry-free?
But for the first time, Yumin felt grateful for ending up here. Facts don't vanish just because you're unaware. Knowing—and avenging— was a blessing.
He realized yielding, accommodating, and sacrificing aren't always noble. Among those he'd treated kindly were scum like this; he'd enabled their evil.
"Father. Mother. And the other mother I barely remember now. I've avenged you all. So please, let go of the grudges and rest in peace."
An atheist with no religion, Yumin prayed to his three parents today. He wished them true peace.
Participants: Lee Yumin. Han Mikyung.
Participants, enter the Mission Room and disrobe.
Yumin and Mikyung entered the Mission Room and began undressing beside the bed. Mikyung glanced at Yumin nervously as she stripped, then offered a tentative greeting.
"Yumin oppa. Hello."
Mikyung's caution stemmed from being ousted from the evening plaza gathering by Yumin's furious group after they learned what happened between her and Gayeong.
After arriving in Paradise, Yumin noticed Gayeong's odd stares at Mikyung and quietly learned the truth. It wasn't pleasant, so neither he nor Gayeong shared it further; the rest remained unaware.
But Mikyung slyly joined their table, and time passed. The group picked up on Gayeong's awkwardness, pried, and uncovered everything Mikyung had done to her. Naturally, they all got angry and kicked Mikyung out—especially Jiwon, who adored Gayeong like a little sister and flew into a rage.
Yumin regretted it. He should have handled it first for Gayeong's mental well-being, before the group intervened. The changed Yumin after Juseok's death would have. He could only blame his old, foolish self for endless yielding and accommodation.
Yumin ignored Mikyung's greeting. Sensing his altered demeanor and gaze, she fell silent.
Participant Lee Yumin must spank participant Han Mikyung's pussy 30+ times, followed by 1 creampie.
Time limit: 30 minutes.
Failure penalty: All Paradise participants fast for 3 days.
Angel's announcement eased the awkward air somewhat. As Yumin climbed onto the bed, Mikyung followed suit.
This mission differed in target but mirrored the one with Seojeong: spanking plus creampie. But pussy spanking made simultaneous insertion and spanking tricky, unlike with Seojeong. Yumin decided to finish spanking first, then insert.
No kisses or gentle foreplay to arouse or wet her—he went straight to it.
Yumin spread Mikyung's legs wide as she lay on the bed and positioned himself between. She knew what was coming but offered no resistance, yielding her body.
Yumin covered her pussy with his palm, stroking briefly. Actually starting the spanking weakened his resolve—especially on her pussy.
But he steeled himself. Raising his hand, he began slapping her pussy with his palm. The impacts reverberated to her hidden entrance and clit.
At first, it stung for Mikyung but was bearable. As Yumin's strikes intensified, she couldn't hold back cries of pain.
"Ahk... Oppa... It hurts... Hnngh... Gently, please..."
Yumin's fingers grazed her clit, parting her labia to touch her entrance. Amid the pain, subtle pleasure began blooming for her.
"Hngh... Ahng... Hnng..."
It still hurt, but pain wasn't all. Her moans grew sweeter.
Yumin found it amusing. Seeing Mikyung—who'd tormented his sister—writhe in pain from his hand was satisfying. The soft give of her pussy under his palm felt good too.
Lost in it, he'd exceeded 30 spanks before he knew it. He stopped.
His palm felt slick; looking, it glistened with wetness. Her pussy, the source, was soaked, juices dripping onto the sheets. Good—no extra time needed.
Yumin thrust his already hard cock into her sopping pussy. It slid in smoothly to the hilt.
Grabbing her waist, he pounded fast from the start. Plenty of time left, but no intimacy with Mikyung—he'd finish quick.
Contrary to his intent, she heated up fast. Her pussy, hypersensitive from spanking, buzzed deep inside. What started as pain turned to pleasure. She felt herself flooding rapidly, craving deeper stimulation.
Then Yumin's long, thick cock filled and hammered her, unleashing madness.
"Aang... Ahk... Aaang..."
His massive tip battering her cervix felt violent. Yumin pistoned hard and fast, caring only for his own release, ignoring her comfort.
To Mikyung, it was like her womb was getting spanked by his glans. But after the spanking arousal, it fueled intense pleasure.
"Ahk... Hnngh... Haaang..."
Her near-screams peaked in orgasm. Yumin, building to cum, felt her pussy clamp down hard. He buried himself root-deep and unleashed.
Short sex, but first load of the day—plenty poured out, filling her womb.
Finished, Yumin pulled out. Angel's success message followed.
Return to your personal rooms.
Yumin wiped the cum from his tip on her thigh. He got off the bed and dressed.
Mikyung still lay there, panting heavily, as he finished.
Yumin turned to leave the Mission Room.
"Yumin oppa... Today... was amazing..."
He heard her from behind but didn't turn, heading straight to the plaza.