Stage One, Round Six
Jiwon lay strapped to the gynecological exam table, her arms and legs bound wide with her thighs splayed open. Her pussy was positioned perfectly at the height of Yumin's cock as he stood there, making penetration effortless. Yumin pressed the foot pedal at the base of the table—the part he hadn't touched until now—adjusting the backrest's angle at will. This let him freely control the angle of his cock sliding into her pussy.
He simply stood there, rocking his hips back and forth without any fancy techniques. Even so, his cock probed every corner of Jiwon's inner walls, quickly heating her up.
"Ahhng... aaah... aaahng..."
Already aroused from the restraints alone, Jiwon hurtled toward climax under Yumin's expert use of the exam table. Her pussy clenched even tighter around him. Sensing the moment, Yumin picked up his pace to cum once. As the urge built, he kept thrusting without pause, unleashing his load deep inside her.
His sensitive cock throbbed with overwhelming pleasure during ejaculation, but Yumin immediately shifted to round two. Jiwon wasn't the only one struggling—the aftershocks of her orgasm mingled with his relentless pounding, driving her to insane heights of ecstasy.
Her body writhed wildly from the overflowing pleasure, but with her limbs fully secured, only her waist and hips could buck. She arched her back sharply, her ass lifting off the table. Like a mother in labor without anesthesia, she let out screams that bordered on shrieks.
"Ahha... haang... ah... ang... aaahng..."
As Yumin slammed into her pussy, he prepped her asshole—where his cock would go next—by shoving in his fingers. Normally, thrusting nonstop after cumming drained his stamina badly. But today, with the exam table's adjustments helping, he had plenty of leeway. He conserved energy without skimping on pleasure; in fact, his second orgasm rushed in even faster.
Yumin pulled out of her pussy and guided his cock to her asshole, already stretched and warmed by his fingers. On the verge of exploding, he had no time to waste. He thrust hard, forcing his way in.
Despite the fingering, her virgin asshole gripped fiercely—his thick shaft made even the head a struggle. Yumin pushed harder.
"Ahhk... euk... ahhuk..."
As his bulbous glans stretched her asshole to its limits, a massive moan erupted from Jiwon. Yumin came right there, not fully buried but successfully creampieing her ass. When he pulled out, his shallow load dribbled right out.
Congratulations, Paradise participants. Please return to your individual rooms.
Yumin first unfastened the straps holding Jiwon's limbs. He dressed while waiting for her ragged breaths to steady. She didn't calm easily—even freed, her legs stayed spread on the stirrups, her body limp on the table.
Yumin lowered her legs, helped her sit up, and dressed her. Supporting her, he headed to the square.
The group awaited them.
"Yumin, good work. Jiwon... you okay?"
"Jeongho hyung, she's just a bit tired."
"I... I'm fine..."
"Jiwon unnie, did it feel... too intense?"
"No..."
"She looks exhausted—let's send her off quick."
"Isn't it because Yumin oppa went too hard...?"
"Hrm..."
The group took one look at her drained state and kept greetings brief before letting them go. But the women's gazes held more envy than worry.
Everyone headed to their rooms; Yumin escorted Jiwon to her corridor's end before returning to his.
Stage 1. Round 6. Starting the 5th mission.
Mission participants: Lee Yumin. Moon Seonjeong.
Mission participants, please enter the mission room and undress.
Who made Yumin feel most at ease in missions? Surprisingly, not a group member but Moon Seonjeong. Not that he wanted or preferred her most—her vast sexual experience was a huge asset for Yumin, a virgin before Paradise. Even experienced ones like Suji and Seohyeon paled next to her; Jiwon and Minseo, fellow late bloomers, were no match either.
Plus, there was no pressure with her. She handled rough play like a pro. Yumin felt guilty trying that with the group women.
If picking a casual fuck buddy, Seonjeong wouldn't top his list—might not even make it. But for dangerous missions? She was first choice.
Yumin entered the mission room and undressed by the bed. Seonjeong did the same, greeting him.
"You again. Let's do well today."
Yumin had always used formal speech with her banmal from the start. At 24, he saw her as an older woman around 30. Unfamiliar with women back then, her bold nudity intimidated him.
But months in Paradise had toughened him—no one liked constant casual treatment from an elder acting entitled.
"Hey. I get you're older, but aren't you treating me too casually?"
"Why? Does my banmal bother you?"
"Not bother, exactly... we're not that close, and you don't know me."
"A few fucks make us close, right? What more to be buddies?"
"Well..."
Her confidence left him speechless—and she wasn't wrong. By normal standards, sex meant familiarity, mission or not.
"Fine, we're close, so I'll go casual too."
"Go ahead."
"Got it. Seonjeong. Call me Yumin."
"Sure, Yumin."
Yumin didn't know her past—hadn't checked Paradise's info. She could be scum or an enemy. But for now, camaraderie smoothed missions better than awkwardness.
Achieve participant Moon Seonjeong's pleasure level of 80 or higher.
Time limit: 30 minutes.
Penalty: Lights out in participants' individual rooms for 3 days.
One reason Yumin built rapport with her: this mission. Pleasure level 80+ for Seonjeong.
He'd done female pleasure missions before—with Mikyung (70+ goal, max 79) and the sex showdown with Woohyeok (her 118 on aphrodisiacs; his measly 35).
Without drugs, Yumin never hit 80 officially. But his skills had soared—stamina, recovery, technique all leveled up. No trace of his early virgin days.
80+ should be doable now, but not guaranteed. Every edge counted—like getting along with her. Sex with someone likable beats a stranger, right?
They climbed onto the bed. Full control over the process to max pleasure.
Yumin started vanilla: kissing her lips. Their first kiss, actually—he'd fucked every hole but avoided kisses without affection. Comradeship meant trying.
Her lips parted instantly, tongue invading his mouth, swirling wildly. He started it, she dominated. Yumin countered, thrusting his tongue in, tangling fiercely.
The kiss raged—tongues delving deep, silver strands linking on pulls. Breathless, Yumin laid her back, kneading her breasts. Full and soft, nicely perky, but nipples darkened from experience.
"Yumin, lie down. I'll return the favor."
"Okay."
As his hand neared her crotch, she suggested. He welcomed it—faster buildup.
He lay; she straddled his face, pussy hovering, grabbing his cock to lick the head.
Yumin spread her labia, lapping her folds. Her mouth engulfed his hardening shaft—wet, warm suction. Her blowjob skills shone: rotating head, deep throating, tongue constant. She vacuumed him nearly to her throat, speeding up.
Yumin matched: broad licks, tongue-fucking her wetting hole, nibbling/sucking clit.
Fully hard; her pussy soaked. Prep done—time to fuck.
Switch: her on back, legs spread. Remembering her squirting last mission, Yumin craved a repeat. Good for her pleasure, and practice for future ones. She was perfect for his novice squirting tech.
"Squirting?"
"Squirting? Wanna try?"
"Yeah."
"Confident?"
"Not totally, but..."
"Give it a shot. Time's short—10 minutes max, quit if tough."
"Deal."