Stage One, Round Five
All of Angel's explanations had concluded. Now, the mission participants needed to reach a consensus on who would go first and who second.
Yumin and Woohyeok locked eyes. Woohyeok was the first to speak.
"Yumin. You go first. I'll go after."
To Woohyeok, Yumin was just a classmate from the same high school class, but not a friend—merely one of the toys he could toy with at will. In fact, he had only remembered Yumin's name because Angel had called it out during the participant announcement; he'd forgotten all about him until then.
Woohyeok had slept with countless women. Based on that experience, the mission details made it clear that going second was undeniably advantageous. So he chose to go second. No way would a nobody like Yumin dare defy him.
"Got it."
As Woohyeok expected, Yumin accepted without hesitation. But Yumin had anticipated this move too. With the tip from Angel, he had no complaints. If anything, it was perfect.
Just as first and second seemed settled so quickly, someone voiced dissent. It was Seonjeong.
"You two. You can't just decide that easily. Woohyeok, why're you calling the shots? And Yumin, think about it. Going first is way more disadvantageous, right?"
To Seonjeong, both Yumin and Woohyeok were people she'd only met here in Paradise, not especially important. But there was a clear difference. Yumin, whom she'd encountered multiple times during missions and shared her body with, couldn't be equated to Woohyeok, with whom she had zero connection. Seonjeong had grown somewhat fond of Yumin, who had brought her to climax several times. She was irritated at Woohyeok for shoving the disadvantageous first turn onto him, and frustrated at Yumin for so readily accepting it.
Yumin was momentarily flustered by Seonjeong's unexpected support. Why was she taking his side? They'd had sex a few times during missions, sure, but that was it. For Yumin, mental connection mattered far more than physical. To him, Seonjeong—who, unlike the others, had never shared a true emotional bond—was little more than a stranger. Still, it felt nice to have someone in his corner. It just interfered with his plan...
And anyway, with the two of them already agreed, Seonjeong's opinion didn't carry much weight.
"Hey, who the hell are you to butt in?"
Woohyeok, fearing Yumin might change his mind, snapped at her immediately. But Seonjeong wasn't one to back down easily.
"And who the hell are you?"
"Do I need to tell a nobody like you who I am?"
"Nah, not curious at all~"
The argument was heating up. Truth be told, Woohyeok shouldn't have talked to Seonjeong like that, no matter what. Having lived a smooth life without fear or obstruction, never minding others' feelings, he lacked basic social common sense. In this sex duel mission, his opponent was Yumin, but ignoring his own partner Seonjeong was self-sabotage—and he didn't even realize it. He failed to grasp the simple fact that without his partner's cooperation, raising the pleasure score would be an uphill battle.
In any case, Yumin didn't like this bickering either. If they wasted the five minutes, it might default to random assignment, and he could lose first move. He quickly stepped between them.
"Hey, Seonjeong. I'm fine with it. I'll go first."
"Fine? Do what you want then. I was just trying to think for you. Don't come crying later."
"No worries."
"Hmph. As if I'd worry about you. That arrogant prick just pissed me off."
Woohyeok, listening from the side, sighed in relief. He was still annoyed at Seonjeong, but at least first and second were settling as he wanted.
"Good. It's decided? You're first, Yumin. No take-backs."
"Yeah, got it. Honestly, it's a relief."
"Relief? What're you on about?"
Woohyeok tilted his head at Yumin's baffling words. Did this idiot not get how disadvantaged first move was?
"Woohyeok, you've always been that kind of guy. I'm genuinely relieved you haven't changed."
Yumin swallowed the unspoken addition: That way, even if you lose the mission and die, I won't feel guilty.
"Angel. I'll go first."
Yes. Participant Lee Yumin. First move confirmed. Participant Jang Woohyeok, please wait at least 5m away from the bed.
For reference, once first and second moves begin, the waiting male participant will suffer immediate defeat if they interfere with the opposing team. No touching, no speaking.
Yumin and Seonjeong climbed onto the bed to prepare. Woohyeok moved far away from it.
Then, Participant Lee Yumin, Participant Mun Seonjeong. Time limit 20 minutes. Sex duel. First move, begin.
Yumin exchanged a glance with Seonjeong, then lay back on the bed. As expected from someone who'd shared multiple missions with him, she swiftly straddled his face, spreading her legs over his head and leaning down atop him.
Yumin immediately began licking her pussy, now right in front of his face. Seonjeong took his cock into her mouth and started sucking.
"Hng...!"
Was it the aphrodisiac administered through her bracelet? Yumin had only spread her labia and licked her inner folds a few times, but her pussy was already soaking wet. He zeroed in on her clit with his tongue while sliding two fingers into her vagina and thrusting.
Her juices flowed copiously, making her pussy slick in seconds. Less than a minute in, no more foreplay was needed.
Seonjeong's skilled fellatio had Yumin's cock fully erect already. Wasting no time, he moved straight to penetration.
He laid Seonjeong on the bed, spread her legs, positioned himself swiftly between them, and thrust his cock root-deep into her vagina.
There was no need for gradual buildup to heat her up. Her eyes were already glazed with lust, her breath quickening slightly. Yumin pistoned fast and hard from the start, slamming his cock deep against her uterine wall.
Seonjeong immediately let out lewd moans.
"Ahng... Aaah... Haa... Ahng...!"
Yumin had no intention of using the full 20 minutes allotted to him. He planned to finish her off within the first 10, before the aphrodisiac peaked. That way, the remaining time could calm her down, resetting her to zero for Woohyeok's turn.
"Aaah... Aang... Aaang... Ahng...!"
Less than five minutes after insertion and thrusting, her vagina clenched hard, her back arching like a bow. But Yumin still had margin. He shook his hips even more fiercely.
Each time Yumin's long, thick cock stabbed her uterine wall, Seonjeong writhed like a live fish on a cutting board. Normally, after climax, all erogenous zones become hypersensitive, which is why many women shy away from consecutive sex—the overstimulation is too much.
But Seonjeong's zones weren't just hypersensitive from orgasm; the aphrodisiac amplified it further. She was overwhelmed by unbearable waves of pleasure, tossed about helplessly.
Her pleasure score didn't drop post-climax—it climbed even steeper. Sustaining pleasure beyond climax for minutes on end wasn't pleasure anymore. It bordered on violence.
Seonjeong's mind went blank white, her sanity drifting further away. Her moans sharpened into near-screams.
"Aaaak... Ahak... Ak... Ahhuk...!"
Yumin gradually built toward his own ejaculation. No need to target her anymore—he had to cum quickly now and ease her down.
Just before climax, he pulled out of her vagina. He shifted up to her breasts and began ejaculating.
The mission didn't specify ejaculation location, so anywhere was fine. Extravaginal release like this posed no issue.
And Yumin had another reason for pulling out. His first load was voluminous, splattering thickly across Seonjeong's breasts. To stabilize her, he massaged them, spreading his semen evenly while leaving a bit behind. He smeared the remnants from his palm onto her lips and body crevices.
Still 12 minutes left—eight to go. Yumin wiped her pussy clean with a dry section of the bedsheet, drying it as much as possible to make it fluffy again. Finally, he spread the leftover semen on her clit and vaginal entrance.
His turn was done. For the remaining 6-7 minutes, he just needed to let her recover undisturbed. Second-move prep complete.
Yumin sat casually on the bed's edge, gazing at Woohyeok. Unlike his relaxed expression, Woohyeok's face was crumpled in despair.
He'd watched Seonjeong gasp through insane pleasure the whole time, and seen Yumin evenly coat her body with his semen at the end. Now Woohyeok had to fondle, lick, and suck that semen-smeared body. With his life on the line, he couldn't dodge the sticky mess.
Seonjeong's breathing evened out, stabilizing. By 20 minutes, she was back to baseline.
First move time ended. Participant Lee Yumin (first), please step away from the bed. Participant Jang Woohyeok (second), prepare.
Yumin rose and moved far from the bed. Woohyeok rushed toward it.
Participant Jang Woohyeok, Participant Mun Seonjeong. Time limit 20 minutes. Sex duel. Second move, begin.
In his haste, Woohyeok buried his face between Seonjeong's legs and licked her clit. The thick scent and taste of Yumin's semen hit him, wrinkling his nose as he pulled his tongue away.
Life-or-death mission or not, the physiological revulsion was too much. Reluctantly, he rubbed her clit with his fingers instead.
His mouth was free, but sucking her semen-coated breasts? No chance. One hand kneaded her breasts while the other caressed her clit.
Seonjeong, who moments ago had been moaning wildly and panting, now lay eerily serene and silent. Woohyeok's impatience grew.
His caresses grew rougher from frustration, causing Seonjeong more pain than pleasure. Not only was she slow to get wet under his sloppy touch, but Woohyeok's tense cock remained limp, utterly unerect.
Nothing went his way, fueling his panic. He climbed atop her in reverse 69 position.
Woohyeok's semen everywhere felt gross, but he had no time to care. He shoved his cock toward her mouth while licking her pussy.
Seonjeong glanced at the remaining time and dodged. She had no intention of cooperating. All she needed was to make him cum once within 20 minutes—no need for her own climax.
Even so, after over five minutes of licking, her pussy was reasonably wet. Woohyeok pulled away, forced his cock into her mouth.
With time running short, she relented and accepted it. She needed him to cum too, or they'd both fail.
The moment his cock hardened, Woohyeok spread her legs and thrust into her vagina. He began shaking his hips straightforwardly.
Unless sexual chemistry was exceptional, men and women usually differed in pleasure points and arousal speed. Seonjeong, with her vast experience satisfying countless men, understood this intimately and had the skills to match.
Even now, she clenched her sphincter, rocked her hips to sync with his thrusts, prioritizing his quick ejaculation over her own pleasure.