Stage One, Round Six

Unlike Mikyung, who beamed with joy at seeing Yumin, his expression grew steadily colder as he looked at her.

Thanks to the data Paradise had provided, Yumin now knew everything she'd done up to now. What his little sister Gayeong had told him was just the tip of the iceberg.

Mikyung had casually ruined the entire lives of young women who hadn't even fully formed their values yet.

Of course, Yumin's sister Gayeong had resisted to the end, enduring great sacrifices before finally escaping Mikyung's clutches. But if things had gone just a little differently, Gayeong could easily have ended up as one more girl plummeting into ruin because of her.

And... Yumin didn't even want to imagine what came after that.

What truly baffled him right now—what he couldn't wrap his head around—was something else.

Coming to Paradise had exposed him to the hidden filth of certain people, teaching him that the world was full of trash like them. Mikyung was one such person. He could grudgingly accept that much.

But what he couldn't comprehend was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how she could do those things to his little sister and still greet him so innocently, so brightly.

Had she forgotten what she'd done to his sister entirely? Forgotten because she'd preyed on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so many women that she couldn't remember them all? Or did she genuinely not think what she'd done was that bad?

Before Yumin could sort out his thoughts, Angel's mission announcement rang out.

The content was straightforward. The time limit was a bit tight, but nothing major. As long as they succeeded, the penalty wasn't worth worrying about.

Oral ejaculation first, then.

Without even climbing onto the bed, Yumin pressed down on Mikyung's shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him. He shoved his still-soft cock straight into her mouth.

Even flaccid, Yumin's cock was as big as or bigger than most men's erections. It filled Mikyung's mouth completely right away.

He had good stamina and got hard quickly, but normally, just putting it in a woman's mouth would start a gradual reaction. Not this time—there was zero response.

It was the ill will he harbored toward Mikyung affecting his body.

Still soft, he rocked his hips anyway, thrusting into her mouth. Closing his eyes, he imagined someone else kneeling there instead.

Faces flashed through his mind: Suji, his first experience; the cool, haughty but feminine Jiwon; the often snippy but cute Minseo; and Seohyeon, the sisterly warmth that enveloped him...

Blood slowly flowed into his cock, making it harden. Yumin gripped Mikyung's head with both hands and roughly shook his hips.

Now fully erect, his cock easily reached her throat.

"Glrk... guh... urk... gluuuuh..."

Mikyung gagged violently, but Yumin ignored it, thrusting relentlessly. His cock battered past her uvula into the tight narrowness of her throat.

A strange new pleasure hit him. The warm, wet interior of her mouth; the soft tongue sliding under his shaft; the tight squeeze at his glans from her throat.

He used her throat like a pussy, pounding roughly. Electric pleasure surged through him.

But her teeth scraping against him were annoying—painful enough ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that he couldn't ignore it forever. Yumin pressed his thumb against her lower teeth, forcing her mouth open wider, then resumed slamming into her throat.

He snapped out of it when he felt her palm rapidly slapping his arm—like a fighter tapping out in UFC. He'd lost himself pounding her mouth, partly from the pleasure, partly because he felt zero need to hold back with her.

But if he kept going, she'd suffocate. He pulled out.

Foamy saliva drooled from his cock and her mouth. Mikyung collapsed to the floor, gasping desperately for air.

She looked pathetic—tears streaming from her eyes, snot and drool pouring from her nose and mouth.

Only then did Yumin take stock. No wonder—with his thick, long cock stabbing her throat nonstop, gagging was secondary; breathing must have been impossible.

He had no intention of being gentle, but killing her here wasn't the plan. Plus, her death meant mission failure.

Oral ejaculation just needed to happen inside her mouth—not necessarily the whole time. Time to switch tactics.

He scooped up the prone Mikyung and roughly dumped her on the bed. Spreading her legs wide, he shoved his cock into her still-dry pussy.

She lacked natural lube, but his cock was slathered in her own saliva—more than enough. Using it as makeshift lubricant, he thrust in.

It was tight at first, but soon her pussy slickened deep inside, letting him slide more smoothly. Yumin held nothing back, slamming root-deep, battering her cervix.

Mikyung, who hadn't even been able to cry out, started moaning faintly.

"Ahng... uhnng... ahk..."

Her head foggy from oxygen deprivation, she now felt dizzying pleasure from his brutal pounding. Her mind went white—every cell abandoning thought for raw ecstasy with each thrust.

"Aah... ang... aaang... haaaang... haeut..."

Having built up plenty of stimulation in her mouth first, Yumin felt his orgasm approaching as he fucked her pussy. To finish oral first, he pulled out, yanked her upper body up, and jammed back into her mouth.

He shook his hips frantically before the urge faded. Unlike the nonstop early pounding, this time he'd warmed her up—he reached climax before she passed out again.

With his glans lodged in her throat, he unleashed his load. It blasted straight down her esophagus into her stomach.

Done, he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and hiked up her ass. Gripping his cock, he aimed and rammed root-deep into her pussy again.

Grabbing her cheeks with both hands, he pounded wildly. Mikyung still seemed dazed from the throat-fucking, head buried in the bed, arms limp, body jolting back and forth with each thrust.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Eut... hngk... heut... unnng..."

The room echoed with the meaty impacts of his body against her ass, her moans growing louder. As his pace quickened, so did her reactions—her ragged breaths from the rough blowjob now ragged from overwhelming pleasure.

"Ahhrut... ha... aaang... haaang... haeuuuk..."

Her pussy clenched harder, moans erupting fiercer. Yumin ramped up to match her climax, then buried himself balls-deep and erupted directly into her womb.

His orgasm dragged on long. Finally spent, he pulled out. Her ass dropped limply to the bed; she sprawled bonelessly atop the sheets.

Confirming the success message, Yumin got off the bed and dressed. Even as he left the mission room, Mikyung lay there gasping, still out of it.

"Yumin, congrats on clearing the mission."

"I was worried with the short time, but good thing it worked out."

"Pfft, for Yumin oppa, it's a piece of cake."

His group rejoiced at his safe return but felt a bit awkward about how brutally he'd face-fucked her before the sex. Still, Yumin wasn't the only one with bad blood toward Mikyung—they felt a touch of satisfaction and didn't blame him.

Yumin and his group headed to their private rooms. The other Paradise participants had already returned to theirs.

Mikyung finally came to her senses, shakily climbing off the bed to dress. Pain still lingered in her throat and womb from his rough invasions.

But an even greater pleasure was etched into her body. She gently stroked her neck and lower belly, feeling like his massive cock was still buried there.

Dragging her languid legs, she made her way to her room. Long after he'd pulled out, fresh juices leaked from her pussy with every step—not leftovers, but from the lingering ecstasy.

Oppa Yumin really is amazing. Is this what it means to feel like you're dying from pleasure?

The merciless fuck born of Yumin's hatred had only excited and moved her more.

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"I'll use a privilege."

The day before the mission, as usual, Yumin activated one.

It was a totally safe mission. Free ejaculation was the most basic, and the one-hour limit was generous. With virtually no room for failure, even a death penalty didn't matter much.

The only thing nagging at Yumin was his female partner. Soyoung wasn't an enemy or one of his group. A sliver of resentment lingered, but that was it.

With an enemy, he could use the mission as an excuse for rough revenge. With an ally, he could bond through sex.

Soyoung was neither. But it was only the second mission of the round—he couldn't afford to sit it out because of her.

He recalled the new privilege he'd earned after five rounds. Perfect for this.

Yumin decided to use it right away.

"I'll use a privilege."