Episode 59. Stage Two, Round One
Yumin returned his book to its place in the library at 5:50 p.m. and headed back to his private room, anticipating the dinner that would soon arrive.
Right on cue at 6:00 p.m., a woman in her mid-20s, dressed neatly in a suit skirt, brought his meal to his room. This was the first time Yumin had come face-to-face with someone from the Paradise staff since earning his privileges.
It was also his first encounter with anyone outside the participants, and he had plenty of questions about Paradise that he tried to ask her a few times. But she offered no response—not even a greeting. She remained completely silent.
Yumin figured the staff were probably bound by a manual prohibiting conversation with participants.
Today's dinner lived up to the privilege: a luxurious lobster set meal, complete with neatly prepared lobster, french fries, salad, and various sauces. It was delicious and perfectly nutritious.
After finishing the satisfying meal, Yumin took some time to digest and relax before heading to the square as it opened for the evening.
Of course, eager to keep his privileges hidden from the other participants as much as possible, he hadn't gone out early.
As always, his group was gathered there without fail. Among them, the ones who had earned points besides Yumin were Jeongho from the first gangbang mission, Suji from her one-on-one with Yumin, and Jiwon.
Jeongho had hoped to buy essentials for his wife Seohyeon without spending his own points, but he was disappointed to learn he couldn't transfer anything except items purchasable directly from the vending machines.
Suji and Jiwon, without hesitation, admitted they'd already bought shampoo and lotion as their supplies ran low.
Until now, Yumin had only thought about using points to exempt his group from dangerous missions, but this situation made him reconsider—perhaps he should consider having them participate for the points.
Jiwon's gaze toward Yumin was noticeably different today. She avoided eye contact, and even when their eyes met briefly, she bowed her head and looked away. She seemed strangely embarrassed.
Yumin found this side of her unfamiliar. Back in college, Jiwon had always been cold and aloof toward him—not that she hated him specifically; she was like that with most men.
But after doing missions with Yumin in Paradise and having sex with him, her attitude began to shift bit by bit. Still, she'd only shown it inside the mission room, not extending it to the square.
There had been signs, though. After the previous gynecologist restraint mission, her demeanor toward him had changed noticeably, and today's restraint mission made it starkly clear.
“Suji unnie and Jiwon unnie must be thrilled to have points. My shampoo's almost gone too... when am I gonna get some...”
Minseo sighed softly. On the surface, it was a casual complaint, but digging deeper, it carried heavy implications. To earn points, you had to do missions—and missions meant sex with a man. It could even be interpreted as Minseo wanting to have sex soon.
In normal society, she'd never say it aloud, especially not in a group. But in Paradise, where missions dictated daily life and life itself, it was just another ordinary remark for participants.
His group—and all the survivors—were gradually adapting to this hellish place.
“Unnies, wanna go check out some clothes?”
“Yeah, let's go.”
“Gayeong too.”
Minseo, having already secured urgent necessities and clothes with help from her unnies and Yumin, dragged along Gayeong—who felt secretly guilty about freeloading—and headed to the vending machines.
Next to the machine selling clothing vouchers hung a pamphlet with photos of models wearing the items.
As the women flocked to it, Yumin and Jeongho had no choice but to follow.
They didn't have points to buy anything yet, but they pored over the pamphlet in preparation for later.
Women loved clothes and shopping, but did this count? It might be the only hobby left in Paradise.
“Cheapest pants are 10 points each. Pajamas over 20... When are we gonna afford this...”
“Ugh... Yeah. So much else we need...”
“This one's 30 points...”
Yumin wanted to buy outfits for his sister Gayeong and the others when he had spare points, so he peered over their shoulders to see what they liked.
In the process, he accidentally brushed someone's ass with his hand. It felt soft and springy—definitely a woman's.
With no underwear in the standard supplies or vending machines yet, everyone went commando. The thin issued clothes made the sensation even clearer.
He'd had sex with all the women here, but he had no intention of touching them outside missions.
Apologetic, he checked who it was: Jiwon. She turned, saw it was him, and immediately bowed her head. Her cheeks flushed slightly.
It had been an accident, but her reaction stirred something heavy in his groin.
Yumin subtly lowered his hand, cupping her ass firmly and kneading it hard. Her head dipped even lower.
That day, he secretly enjoyed Jiwon's ass while others were distracted. She played the innocent, blushing furiously but never resisting his touch.
[Stage 2. Round 1. Mission 5 begins.]
[Participants: Lee Yumin. Nam Sangmi.]
[Participants, please enter the mission room and undress.]
Sangmi smiled faintly upon hearing her name called as a participant, paired with Yumin, and headed to the mission room.
After the tutorial and Stage 1, leading into Stage 2, survivors had adapted somewhat to missions. They no longer showed much resistance to the required sex.
But openly rejoicing like this was rare.
Yumin entered the mission room, approached the bed, and began undressing. Once Sangmi had stripped too, Angel's follow-up announcement played.
[Mission: Participant Lee Yumin must ejaculate inside participant Nam Sangmi's vagina once while performing anal fisting on her.]
[Time limit: 30 minutes.]
[Penalty for failure: “Death”.]
“Anal... fisting...”
The smile vanished from Sangmi's face as she heard the details. She'd enjoyed countless men and various plays, but fisting? Never.
Fisting meant inserting a fist—not a cock—into a woman's pussy or ass. This was anal fisting, so into the ass.
Even for her, it was uncharted territory. Most women would never experience it. Way too extreme.
For points, Yumin had forced himself into this mission without privileges, even with Sangmi as partner. He'd never subject his group to something this brutal.
Compared to the ongoing nipple piercings everyone had to wear, a one-time anal fisting might be milder. Depends on the person—someone content with piercings might hate this more.
Thankfully, a thin, long rubber glove like a surgical one lay on the bed—clearly for fisting.
Yumin had previewed this via privilege yesterday and agonized over participating. Deciding yes for quick points, he'd simulated it mentally for efficiency.
No hesitation—he started right away. He laid Sangmi on the bed's edge, ass hanging off, and thrust two fingers straight into her pussy, stirring.
Not just to arouse her—he multitasked, training for future missions.
Curling his fingertips, he scraped the front wall, hunting her G-spot. No squirting required, but practice now would pay off later.
Found it. He pressed hard and stimulated intensely.
From missions, Yumin knew squirting's perks: massive unique pleasure rivaling penetration if successful. Even if failed, it made her wet fast despite any pain.
“Ahk... Euk... Heuk...”
As expected, Sangmi moaned ambiguously—pain or pleasure?—and soaked quickly. His fingers were drenched in her juices.
He wiped his wet right hand on the sheets and donned the rubber glove.
Now, he'd fuck her pussy with his cock while expanding her ass simultaneously. Prep the gloved hand accordingly.
He gripped his still-soft cock and rubbed it up and down her slick slit. Ugly, discolored or not, the wetness and softness sufficed for erection.
Fully hard, before thrusting in, he brought his gloved right hand to her pussy. Alternating fingers, he fingered her, smeared her mound with his knuckles and palm—coating for her ass.
Done. He slid his cock into her pussy. Lifted her left leg over his shoulder, twisted her body slightly—exposing her ass to his right.
As he pumped her pussy, he slipped one slick finger into her asshole. With her anal experience, it took it easily.
Added another. “Ahng... Heung... Ha-eung...”
Three fingers in, her reactions shifted. He added a fourth—deep inside now.
Twisting his wrist, he stretched her. Burden enough already, but not done. No time to dawdle with bigger challenges ahead.
Powering his right arm, he shoved his hand in hard. Slowly, even the thumb vanished into her ass.
Incredible pressure. Moving his wrist was tough, let alone deeper.
“Ahk... Heuk... Euk...”
Too painful—Sangmi writhed violently, her left leg kicking wildly over his shoulder.