Stage One, Round Five: The Boss's Hidden Crimes

The iron doors slid open soon enough, signaling the start of plaza opening time. Yumin headed to the square and met up with his group. Somehow, he felt guilty seeing their faces after eating delicious food alone. As always, their conversation consisted of largely meaningless small talk. There wasn't much for these people, trapped in Paradise and shuttling daily between their private cells and the square, to talk about. Sure, there was the groundbreaking topic of missions, but discussing them with excitement came with all sorts of complications. Still, these little chats undoubtedly helped everyone's mental stability.

As plaza time ended, Yumin made his way back to his private cell. At the end of the corridor leading to the private rooms, Han Mikyung was waiting, but Yumin ignored her and quickened his pace into the hallway. He harbored ill feelings toward Mikyung. Considering what she'd done to his little sister, it was only natural. But if she approached him pitifully, his resolve might weaken, so he deliberately acted even colder.

As Yumin entered the corridor, Mikyung seemed at a loss and gave up, heading to her own cell. Yumin glanced back slightly to confirm she was leaving, then hurried to his room. Upon entering his private cell, he found a document envelope on the bed. It likely contained Son Hojun's personal information. Yumin sat on the edge of the bed, calming himself for a moment before opening the file.

The contents matched exactly what Yumin had suspected. He too had never received his back pay back then. But that wasn't what Yumin wanted to know. He flipped through the attached documents, scanning Son Hojun's criminal history. There were over 50 cases of wage theft, and more than 20 foreign female workers he'd sexually harassed or assaulted. A few had gone to civil court and forced payment, but even those were sloppy settlements, and he'd never faced serious punishment. For instance, if Hojun had withheld 200 million won in total wages, the settlements and payments from lawsuits barely reached 50 million—still a huge profit for him. Even more critically, there were zero cases where he'd been punished for harassing or assaulting foreign female workers.

The methods he used on those foreign women were identical to what Yumin had witnessed with Huan. He lured short-term visa holders from poor backgrounds with promises of high pay, hired them, then delayed payments. These women, in completely precarious positions, couldn't refuse Hojun's offers of "extra pay for the delays" or "bonuses." It only worsened as their visas neared expiration and the owed wages piled up. Hojun exploited this fully, coaxing or convincing them to give their bodies. Desperate not to leave empty-handed, they reluctantly submitted. For the first encounter, he'd hand over some cash as bait to reassure them. But after that, he'd go all out without a dime, satisfying his urges. When they finally couldn't take it and refused, he'd flip the script, raging that if they couldn't handle "this much," they should quit—and threaten that quitting meant no back pay ever. Even as Hojun acted shamelessly, those women had almost no recourse. Reporting him was nearly impossible in their vulnerable visa status. And even if they managed it, by the time any resolution came, their stay would be over, forcing them to leave Korea—rendering it meaningless.

Yumin quickly scanned for Huan's name. Sure enough, it was there with details. Huan had kept working at Hojun's restaurant right up until her visa was about to expire, even after Yumin quit. And Hojun had assaulted her whenever he pleased. In the end, as her time ran out, Huan left for home with just a pittance—less than a karaoke bar tip. Back in her country, she discovered she was pregnant with Hojun's child. Too poor for an abortion, Huan worked odd jobs until full term and gave birth to a daughter. That was where the documents ended.

Yumin pictured Huan's face. Her Korean was a bit halting, but she was so kind and hardworking. Hojun hadn't outright raped her. But given her situation, she couldn't escape the web he'd spun. In the end, what he'd done to her was no different from rape. A bitter taste filled Yumin's mouth. The file covered up to her giving birth; nothing after. Yet Yumin couldn't imagine Huan and her daughter living happily. No matter how he thought about it, there was no happy ending.

Yumin's hatred for Son Hojun deepened, adding another name to his blacklist.

Round 5 had begun. Yumin's mission partner was Minseo. It was their second mission together. She'd lost her virginity in the first one, so this would be the second time in her life. Yumin glanced at Minseo. Unlike her forced bravado to hide her anxiety back then, she seemed a bit more relaxed now—her second time, after all. And rightly so; while being called for a mission still scared and unsettled her, having Yumin as her partner made her feel safe and secure.

As Yumin headed to the Mission Room, Minseo stuck close behind him. Reaching the bed, they began undressing. Minseo tried to act nonchalant, but too embarrassed to meet Yumin's eyes.

The mission was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quite easy. Internal ejaculation could be anywhere—mouth, vagina, anus—so plenty of options, and the time limit was generous. The penalty was mild too.

"Minseo, it's two internal ejaculations. Wanna just do it with your mouth?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... as long as it's inside your body, no need to put it in down there, right?"

"Why?"

"Huh? Why what?"

"You shove it in the front or back with other girls just fine. What, you don't wanna with me?"

Yumin had only suggested the mildest option out of concern for her, but unexpectedly, Minseo snapped back jealously.

"No, that's not it. I was just worried about you..."

"I'm fine?"

"...You were in a lot of pain last time?"

"Didn't hurt at all? Just a little sting?"

"Okay..."

"You can kiss me too... thrust hard inside there... or even in the back if you want?"

Minseo tried to play it cool and confident, but her face flushed redder by the second, her words stumbling.

"...Got it. We'll do it then?"

"Yeah. Do it. Whatever... oppa wants... I'm totally fine with it?"

Yumin couldn't back down further. Avoiding vaginal insertion out of consideration might just hurt her pride more. He decided to go for normal sex, adjusting intensity carefully.

Standing, Yumin gently pulled Minseo into an embrace. Their chests pressed together, slightly squishing her perky, soft breasts. He felt her heart pounding rapidly. As their bodies clung, Yumin's still-soft but impressively thick cock brushed her lower body. Minseo instinctively stepped back as if burned, but held in his arms, the tip still touched her. Being tall, her glossy pink lips hovered right before his eyes. Yumin leaned down slightly, turning his head to kiss her. Her eyes widened in slight surprise, her heartbeat accelerating. He slipped his tongue into her softly parted lips. Moments later, hers responded, entering his mouth. Even to Yumin, inexperienced at kissing, Minseo's was awkwardly clumsy—just sticking out her tongue and flailing it about adorably. Still, their kiss grew intense, and as their lips parted, a thin silver thread connected them. Minseo leaned her head on Yumin's shoulder, breathing heavily.

Yumin laid her on the bed and admired her body. Perfectly slender and balanced, flawless curves. He cupped her full, shapely breasts, kneading them lightly. Soft yet springy with perfect bounce—the ideal chest. He licked the cute pink nipples protruding proudly from the centers, then suckled gently.

"Hngh..."

Yumin took his time, savoring her breasts and nipples with hands, lips, and tongue before trailing downward. He probed her deep, sexy navel with his tongue, then crested the gentle mound. Destination reached. Spreading her legs, a slender vertical slit appeared. He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠admired it first—tightly closed without a gap. Gently parting the labia, vivid pink inner folds glistened slightly wet. Her vagina, experienced only once, looked as narrow as a virgin's, with her cute clit bulging above. Drawn in, Yumin licked her folds. The soft, moist texture felt incredible. As his tongue explored every crevice, clear nectar flowed, wetting her more. Now to the clit—he circled and flicked it with the tip, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up and down. Her pussy slickened rapidly; unable to hold back, moans escaped her lips.

"Haa... ah... ahn...!"