Stage One, Round Four
Yumin's mind had been a whirlwind—resentment toward Mikyung for what she'd tried to do to his little sister, the arousal and pleasure from the spanking, and a touch of tension from carrying out the mission. He hadn't realized it, but his thrusting after the spanking had been exceptionally rough. His companions all sensed that Yumin was a bit different from his usual self, but none of them said a word about it. They knew about the awful things Mikyung had done to Gayoung, so they harbored some resentment toward her themselves, and bringing it up felt awkwardly embarrassing.
"Yumin, good work."
"That must've been tough, huh?"
"Oppa... you worked... so hard."
After offering words of encouragement, Yumin's group dispersed to their individual rooms. That evening in the square, Mikyung—who had been eyeing a chance to rejoin them at another table—made no appearance. During the heat of sex, excitement and pleasure had drowned out the pain of the spanking, but once it faded, the intense ache left her bedridden.
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Stage 1. Round 4. Announcing the 5th Mission.
Mission participants: Jang Woohyeok. Nam Sangmi.
Mission participants, please enter the Mission Room and disrobe.
As all Paradise participants gathered in the square for the mission, Angel's announcement named the participants. It was no surprise that Yumin's name wasn't called—he had forfeited participation. There was no reason for him to join this one. He'd already secured the most participations in Round 4. The female participant wasn't one of his group, so he didn't have to step in. Above all, he'd skipped it because of the mission's content. It wasn't difficult or dangerous like Oh Juseok and Im Jiyun's mission. It was just utterly revolting.
Woohyeok and Sangmi, summoned as participants, entered the Mission Room with very different thoughts in mind. Once they stripped naked beside the bed, Angel continued with the mission details.
Participants Jang Woohyeok and Nam Sangmi must drink each other's urine, then achieve one successful creampie.
Time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty for failure: "Death" for mission participants.
Begin the mission.
Woohyeok was already grimacing at the prospect of partnering with Sangmi, and now he had to drink her piss too? Absurdity, irritation, and rage boiled up inside him. But he couldn't refuse the mission.
"Woohyeok, how do you wanna do this? You first?"
Unaware of his thoughts, Sangmi approached with sparkling eyes. Even if told to piss on the spot, it wouldn't come out easily. Woohyeok hesitated, unsure what to say.
"Fine, you go first then. Drink mine."
Sangmi gave her body easily to any man who wanted her, without discrimination. She'd encountered all sorts of men and developed an interest in perverted play. A guy like Woohyeok drinking her piss? Sounded fine. And he'd drink hers too? Perfect. Where else but Paradise would a stud like him guzzle her urine? A faint thrill stirred in her, along with the urge to pee.
Woohyeok just wanted to get it over with quickly. He didn't feel the need to urinate yet, so he'd start by drinking hers. Sangmi climbed onto the edge of the bed, squatting with her legs spread. Woohyeok positioned his open mouth in front of her urethra, ready to catch it.
"Woohyeok, I'm gonna go now. Press your mouth closer."
It was a piss-drinking mission, but Angel hadn't specified details. Wasting any and having to drink it again would be double torment. Woohyeok sealed his lips right against her urethral opening. Soon, Sangmi started peeing. Warm urine flooded his mouth; he held back the gag and swallowed, gulping it down.
Sangmi looked down at Woohyeok diligently drinking her piss. It was strangely arousing. As she pissed, her pussy grew slick with arousal fluid. Woohyeok fought nausea but managed to drink every drop without spilling. Below his lips sealing her urethra, he felt her slippery juices—he pulled away quickly.
Now it was his turn. But he still didn't feel the urge. Sangmi, however, was already kneeling with his cock in her mouth, ready to drink. He considered stopping her but let it go. A little stimulation might trigger it. Plus, he'd need to get hard for the creampie anyway.
Sangmi didn't just hold still. She swirled her tongue around his cock, licking intently—especially the glans. It stiffened gradually. Once fully erect, she gripped it with both hands, spreading his piss slit. Then she licked inside it, up and down.
Woohyeok focused to summon the urge, and with her stimulation, it finally came.
"Here it comes."
Hearing him, Sangmi deepthroated it. Moments later, he unleashed a stream straight down her throat. She gulped it eagerly. His flow tapered off and stopped. Sangmi pulled off without spilling a drop, smacking her lips slightly.
One creampie left. Her pussy was soaked; his cock stood ready. To banish the filthy feeling fast, Woohyeok laid Sangmi on the bed and plunged straight into her.
He spread her legs wide and pounded deep from the start. Already aroused from drinking each other's piss, Sangmi heated up instantly as his cock hammered her depths.
"Ahh... ahng... ahng..."
Pleasure coursed through Woohyeok's cock, but his mood was shit. The piss taste lingered in his mouth, making it worse. Irritation surged. It wasn't really Sangmi's fault, but she was the only target available.
He gathered saliva to gargle away the taste, then spat it onto her tits.
"Haang... ahng... haaang..."
Her moans of pleasure only disgusted him more. He yanked out, flipped her over. No need to see her panting face. Doggy-style, he slammed in again, rough and relentless. As climax neared, he buried deep and unloaded.
Finished, he withdrew.
All Paradise participants, return to your individual rooms.
Woohyeok confirmed the success message, wiped his cock on Sangmi's nearby clothes, then dressed. He glanced at her. Semen leaked from her pussy; his spit dotted her body. Utterly filthy. He left her there and exited the Mission Room.
Alone, Sangmi slowly sat up. She felt his spit here and there, but it didn't disgust her. The afterglow of orgasm turned it into more arousal. She slipped on her top—the one he'd used to wipe—and her bottoms. They'd need washing back in her room anyway; a little dirt didn't matter. Savoring the satisfying fuck with Woohyeok, she left the Mission Room for her personal room.
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"Angel."
Round 4 was over. To claim his reward for most participations, Yumin summoned Angel. She appeared promptly.
Yes, Participant Lee Yumin. You've safely completed Round 4. Here's your Round 4 privilege reward.
This privilege replaces your standard tray meal with a three-tiered bento box, plus separate soup or stew and tea.
It's made with the finest ingredients by a five-star hotel chef—you'll surely be satisfied.
Especially packed with stamina and vitality boosters, so you'll have energy left even after way more jerk-off sessions than now. Keep pushing forward!
"......Yes."
The Round 4 reward was a privilege unrelated to missions—or so it seemed. Not entirely, since it tied to stamina and vigor. Yumin had no complaints about Paradise meals so far. They were balanced, nutritious, and tasty, with sides rotating daily to avoid boredom. Still, they felt a bit lacking. No snacks or treats, no smoking or booze. Yumin, a nonsmoker who rarely drank, didn't mind much, but others surely found it stressful. Upgrading to luxurious variety was welcome. He looked forward to it secretly.
Dinner time came. Through the wide slot at the bottom of the iron door came a three-tiered bento filling it up, plus two insulated containers. This was his privilege.
Yumin checked the bento first. The bottom tier: nutritious rice steaming with black beans, glutinous rice, jujubes, chestnuts, lotus root, and ginkgo. The middle and top tiers brimmed with sides: grilled eel in sauce, buttered abalone, raw octopus sashimi, braised beef, steak, boiled shrimp, and seasoned veggies, all neatly portioned.
One container held soup—refreshing radish-and-oyster soup. The other: warm water with a bitter, herbal aroma—not plain water.
He dug in. Every bite was delicious and perfectly suited to his taste. No food expert, but even he could tell it was crafted with premium, healthful ingredients by skilled hands.
As he ate, his little sister Gayoung's face came to mind first. Then the rest of his group. It'd be great if we could share this...
The portions were huge; he couldn't finish alone. Sharing would be perfect. He summoned Angel on a whim, but as expected, sharing privilege food was impossible.
Satisfied yet wistful thinking of Gayoung and the others, his chest heavy with guilt, Yumin finished. After a short rest, he channeled his surplus energy into workouts to build stamina and muscle. Though irked by Angel's suggestion, he extended his masturbation sessions for sex training too.
"Angel."
Post-workout, Yumin called her again. Round 4 rewards weren't just the meal privilege. He wanted the personal info on one Paradise participant.
Yes, Participant Lee Yumin. Satisfied with the meal?
"Yes, very."
Glad to hear it. Whose info would you like?
Angel, who spied on his every move, knew him well enough to ask first. Yumin wavered between Son Hojun, Mun Seonjeong, and Han Mikyung, but settled on Son Hojun. Memories of Huan's ordeal lingered too vividly.
"Son Hojun."
Yes, Participant Son Hojun. You'll receive his info after the square opens.
"Thanks."