Tutorial
Three days had passed, and it was mission day once again. The iron doors opened, and Angel's voice echoed through.
Yumin headed to the square. Participants gathered, naturally clustering with acquaintances to exchange greetings before awaiting the mission. Having spent over a week in Paradise, everyone seemed somewhat accustomed to it now. Of course, anxiety, fear, and exhaustion were etched on every face, but humans truly were adaptable creatures. They were surviving, somehow.
Welcome, participants. With one failure behind us, this is your third mission challenge. Now, calling the participants: Lee Yumin, Mun Seonjeong. Please enter the mission room.
Drawn again. Yumin felt a bitter pang, but at the same time, a sense of relief—Da-yeong, Suji, and Minseo hadn't been called.
Mun Seonjeong looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Around 160cm tall, with ample breasts. There was an erotic aura emanating from her entire body. It wasn't just her chest; her expressions and gestures seemed naturally seductive, ingrained from habit. Even the rough-looking Juseok chatted with her, and everyone else subtly avoided her—suggesting they were acquaintances. She showed some resistance to his excessive touching, but her face didn't scream disgust.
The mission was identical to the previous ones. As Angel had mentioned, during the tutorial phase, it seemed non-participants always faced the same task.
Yumin entered the mission room. Seonjeong followed without a hint of anxiety. The door sealed shut, and the timer appeared on the wall.
Seonjeong approached the bed and casually stripped naked. She turned to Yumin, still hesitating, and spoke.
"Hurry up and strip. Let's get this over with quick."
"Y-yes...."
Already weak against women, Yumin couldn't muster any defiance in the face of her bold nudity. He undressed and approached the bed.
"Mm.... Even from outside, it looked huge. Up close, yeah, it's really big. Nice body too."
Seonjeong appraised Yumin's cock and physique like a critic. As she said, his body was impressive. To earn living expenses, he'd taken any grueling labor without complaint—no gym time, but his work-built muscles rippled everywhere.
"Come here and lick me."
Seonjeong sat on the bed's edge, spreading her legs wide. Yumin obeyed as if entranced, kneeling between her thighs and starting to lap at her pussy.
This was only his second pussy up close, and it differed starkly from Suji's. Despite their similar ages, Suji's felt pristine, almost new; Seonjeong's looked well-worn, as if countless men had passed through. Her labia were discolored and dull, her inner lips hypertrophied and already parted before he even began. Her vaginal entrance gaped slightly, revealing the pink depths within—not tight and closed like a virgin's.
"Lick there harder. Yeah.... Use your lips too. Nibble gently with your teeth—no pain, soft.... Too rough. There, that's perfect."
Yumin licked diligently as Suji had taught him, but Seonjeong nitpicked constantly. Fair enough—only his second time; how skilled could he be?
"That's enough. Want me to suck you?"
"No...."
"Nah, let's do it. First time with something this big for me too."
Seonjeong took Yumin's already erect cock straight into her mouth, bobbing her head while swirling her tongue inside. Climax surged through him fast. But he couldn't cum in a stranger's mouth. Yumin grabbed her head to stop her.
"Uh, I'm about to cum."
"Already?"
Looking puzzled at first, Seonjeong pulled off with a sigh upon hearing him. She lay back on the bed.
"Then fuck me."
She spread her legs into an M-shape. Yumin slid between them, thrusting his cock into her pussy. Definitely looser than Suji's—despite his girth, it slipped in effortlessly. For near-virgin Yumin, the pleasure was overwhelming. Lost in ecstasy, he pistoned his hips until the signal hit. He buried himself deep and unleashed a massive load.
As Yumin pulled out, semen gushed from Seonjeong's pussy. The wall timer stopped, and Angel's success message chimed.
Congratulations!
"What? You came already? Things were just getting good.... Total buzzkill. Nice tool, but worthless if you can't use it. Might as well jerk off alone."
Seonjeong's words cut deep. Yumin couldn't lift his head. She dressed and left the mission room. He followed soon after.
Following Angel's return order, Yumin greeted his acquaintances and retreated to his cell. He felt utterly dejected. He hadn't realized failing at sex could bruise his ego this badly.
From that day, Yumin began training. Stamina training, to last longer. In this prison-like cell, there was nothing else to do anyway. Meals aside, it was all free time—plenty for practice.
He started masturbating, something he rarely did. First, acclimate to pleasure. Then, experiment with controlling and enduring the urge to cum.
Yumin's strengths? Diligence and smarts. His physique was flawless—superior, even. Work-honed muscles everywhere, robust cardio. And his cock? Top 1% in Korea.
Aiming to become a sex machine, Yumin gripped his shaft and began stroking slowly, dreaming of his transformed self.
Announcing the fourth mission. Participants: Jang Woohyeok, Nam Sangmi. Please enter the mission room.
Angel announced the fourth mission. With one failure, it had been over two weeks since arriving in Paradise. Yumin was relieved neither he nor his acquaintances were called, but curious that these two were paired.
Jang Woohyeok and Nam Sangmi—both familiar names to Yumin. One his high school classmate, the other his senior-year homeroom teacher. Familiar, but not fondly. Only bad memories lingered. Very bad ones.
Woohyeok embodied chaebol arrogance: the school principal and board chairman bowed to him. He ruled with a posse of followers; even top students vied to be his underlings. Ordinary kids like kind, naive Yumin—used to taking losses—suffered greatly.
Rumors swirled of Woohyeok raping a female classmate and buying her silence. Maybe gossip, but her sudden transfer lent credence. Human trash, through and through. He'd inflicted Yumin's worst high school stress and trauma—especially since Yumin had been somewhat close to that girl.
Sangmi held no good memories either. Now 33, unmarried, frumpy, and plain. But her looks weren't the issue. She was a power-clinging parasite, bribe-taking, favoritist teacher. Naturally, she latched onto Woohyeok, the school's kingpin. She covered his every scandal—quietly handling that rape victim, pushing her transfer. No doubt richly rewarded.
Woohyeok entered the mission room scowling; Sangmi, expectant. Sure, Woohyeok was scum, but tall, handsome, wealthy. Sangmi had never bedded such a catch. Self-aware of her flaws, she still craved men, sex, marriage. Normal dating impossible, so she opened her legs to any who approached—racking up partners despite her unappealing form. But they were all mediocre. Woohyeok was a fantasy.
"Woohyeok-ah, it's been forever, right?"
"Yeah. Seems so."
"Want me to suck you first?"
"No. Just do it."
"I'll make it good. You'll love it, promise?"
Kidnapped to Paradise, Woohyeok missed his rotating harem of slim beauties. Pent-up, but her face killed his libido—still better than solo. "Go ahead, then."
"Thanks."
Sangmi stripped naked, then undressed him. Woohyeok thought she looked worse bare. She sat him on the bed, gripped his cock between her legs, stroked, then sucked eagerly. Her first dick in ages—her pussy already wet.
As Sangmi reveled, Woohyeok enjoyed it enough, eyes closed, fantasizing about a pre-kidnapping trainee idol. Her skills impressed: endless experience with all comers. He came in her mouth. She kept sucking till he hardened again.
"Woohyeok-ah, lick me too?"
"Just fuck. No time."
"Okay...."
Woohyeok tolerated receiving; giving? Unthinkable. He spread her legs wide and thrust in, eyes shut, pounding while picturing someone else. Her looseness stalled his climax, but backlog helped—he came after ten-plus minutes.
Congratulations, participants. Return to your personal rooms.
"Woohyeok-ah, that was amazing. You?"
Woohyeok left without a word. Disappointed, Sangmi retreated to her cell for some self-comfort—multiple times.