Tutorial
Fifth tutorial mission commencing. Participants Lee Yumin and Kang Jiwon, please enter the Mission Room.
Yumin felt a twinge of unease as his name was called yet again. Excluding the one mission that had carried over from a failure, this was his third out of five. That made a 60% probability. There were 18 participants in Paradise right now, with 8 men. Assuming every mission required at least one man, the odds for any specific guy getting picked each time should be 12.5%. Sure, probability had its variables, but this was a glaring discrepancy.
Still, Yumin wasn't complaining. Far from it—he was glad. Not because he got to have sex, but because it meant his acquaintances wouldn't get snatched by other men.
He sorted through his tangled thoughts and glanced at Jiwon, who stood alone in the corner. She was staring right back at him. Not just staring—glaring.
Come on. I didn't pick the participants... why glare at me like that?
Jiwon was one of Yumin's acquaintances too. Not some casual face from afar, but a fellow student in the same department at the same university—one of his closest contacts before entering Paradise. "Close" here meant physical proximity, not emotional.
Yumin hadn't done military service or taken any leaves, so he'd attended classes steadily for three straight years with her. Awkward around women and even more distant after the Choi Junyoung-Seo Soyoung incident, Jiwon was one of the few female classmates who'd gotten somewhat near him.
But that closeness wasn't pure. Yumin had never once lost the top spot in their department over those three years. Smart by nature and diligent to boot, he maintained top grades even while working part-time for living expenses.
Professors sometimes assigned group projects or collaborative tasks that no one could handle alone. In those cases, students from the same class would form teams and pool their efforts.
Yumin and Jiwon shared the same department and year, so they overlapped in many lectures. Whenever group assignments popped up, Jiwon would inevitably come to him—never alone, but with her best friend Ko Juyeon in tow.
That part was fine. The problem was they just slapped their names on the project. From prep to writing to presentation, Yumin did it all solo. Jiwon and Juyeon were pure free riders, coasting on his grades.
Truth be told, Yumin preferred it that way—half-hearted "help" from them would just be a hindrance. But it was still a matter of principle. They rode his coattails without a hint of guilt or shame, treating it as their due.
Jiwon was stunningly pretty. At 170cm, she had a slender yet voluptuous figure. Full D-cup breasts tapered to a narrow waist, flaring out to wide hips and long, perfectly sculpted legs—a work of art.
Naturally, she was always surrounded by guys eager to impress her, treating her like a princess. Yet she'd never dated once in three years, which only boosted her allure. Rumors swirled that she was a lesbian, but even that didn't dim her popularity.
A guy being gay hits different from a woman being a lesbian—at least in how straights perceive it. Whether Jiwon actually was one remained unknown, but the suitors never thinned out.
Maybe that's why. Jiwon saw asking guys for favors—and them delivering—as perfectly natural. "Accustomed" fits better.
Still, Yumin didn't hate her. If his feelings toward Jang Woohyeok and Nam Sangmi were outright loathing, toward Jiwon it was more like mild annoyance.
He didn't feel genuinely harmed by her. Not because she was pretty or had a killer body. Yumin truly believed doing projects alone was easier than their clumsy interference, and the final product turned out higher quality.
Of course, help didn't have to mean joint research or writing. Bringing drinks or running errands counted too. Ignoring all that and just grabbing the credits? That's what grated.
Yumin headed slowly into the Mission Room. Jiwon, who'd been standing there chewing her lip in hesitation, finally trudged in after him, reluctant as ever.
The mission was the same as last time: one creampie within 30 minutes. The door sealed shut, and the wall clock started ticking.
Yumin moved to strip for the task. Or tried to—he didn't get far. Jiwon stopped him cold.
"Hold on. Why are you taking your clothes off?"
"Why? We've gotta do this, right?"
"No need. Keep 'em on. Just pull your pants down a bit and get it out. And don't touch my body."
"How the hell are we supposed to complete the mission like that?"
"Just wait. Don't come closer yet. Stay there."
Yumin was baffled by her bizarre demands but decided to play along for now. He stood still, watching her sit on the bed.
Jiwon slipped a hand into her pants and started masturbating. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him. Her hand worked furiously inside, but it wasn't going well—she wet her fingers in her mouth, then dove back in.
Yumin just stared blankly. After five minutes, she tugged her pants down slightly and lay on her side diagonally across the bed. She hugged her knees to her chest and said to Yumin,
"Okay, now put it in. But no hands on my body."
"What?"
"Stick your dick in."
"I'm not even hard yet."
"Then get hard quick. Masturbate like I did."
"Fine. Got it."
Yumin gave up arguing, reached into his pants, and stroked himself. Gazing at Jiwon—pants down, ass exposed on the bed—he hardened fast.
As instructed, he lowered his pants just enough to free his cock. Approaching the bed, he rubbed the glans between her tightly closed labia, hunting for the entrance.
Finding her pussy without touching her body was trickier than expected. Focusing every nerve in his glans tip, he finally located it.
She'd probably masturbated to lube up, but she wasn't that wet. A normal cock might've slid in fine, but Yumin's was anything but.
He thrust his hips, shoving it inside. It was insanely tight, narrow—fierce resistance pushed back. Even the head barely fit. He wondered if he'd found the wrong hole.
Gathering strength, he rammed again. Something tore, and his cock sank into her pussy.
"Ahhk…."
"Jiwon, does it hurt a lot?"
"Shut… up…. Don't… worry…. Just… cum quick."
"Okay… okay…."
Yumin rocked his hips, pistoning into her vise-like grip. He spotted red blood coating his shaft as it plunged in and out.
Not menstrual—Paradise's women were all on contraceptive hormones, periods halted. So…
"Jiwon… were you a virgin?"
"Nngh… no… I'm not… hngh… what kinda… stupid… ahht…."
No matter how inexperienced Yumin was with women, her reactions and the blood on his cock screamed virgin.
Did losing it to a guy like me bruise her pride?
A college rumor surfaced in his mind: Jiwon the lesbian. Was it true? Was bestie Juyeon her lover? Did they have lesbian sex but preserve her hymen?
As Yumin spun wild delusions nearing the truth, climax built fast. The thrill of her virginity, the raw emotion of deflowering her, and that crushing tightness overwhelmed him. No chance to test his brief training—he came prematurely.
Pulling out post-orgasm, a mix of fluids—her juices, his semen, blood—oozed from her pussy.
Congratulations, participants. Please return to your private rooms.
Yumin helped Jiwon up—she was still in too much pain to stand straight. She tried refusing his aid, but reality won; she had no spare energy.
Losing virginity hurts even normally, but to a top-1% Korean monster cock? Her agony was indescribable.
In the end, she let him support her out of the Mission Room toward her private cell.
Passing acquaintances, Yumin exchanged brief greetings while steadying her.
BEEP! No other participants may enter Kang Jiwon's corridor.
The alarm blared and a mechanical voice—not Angel's—rang out as Yumin stepped one foot into her corridor.
BEEP! Withdraw immediately or sanctions will be applied.
He retreated instantly. No further warnings.
"Guess I can't go farther. Be careful heading in."
"Got it… thanks…."
Jiwon waddled awkwardly to her room, legs splayed slightly. Yumin stood frozen, watching her back.
In nearly three years of solo-carrying group projects, he'd never once heard "thanks" from her. It felt like all that effort had finally paid off.
And she'd given him her virginity to boot—even if unwillingly. Any lingering annoyance toward her evaporated, leaving him refreshed.
With a lighter heart, Yumin returned to his cell. He washed the bloodied pants in the shower booth and rested briefly.
Then, unusually outside mission hours, Angel's voice chimed in.
As reward for completing 5 tutorial missions, the Central Square will now open for 1 hour after dinner each day.
Music to Yumin's ears. Every three days, he could glimpse his sister and acquaintances during meals, confirming they were okay—but chit-chat time was nonexistent. Non-mission days might allow talks, but his participation kept even that impossible.
Heart fluttering, he awaited dinner. It slid through the slot at the iron door's base. After eating and resting about 40 minutes, the lock clicked open.
The Central Square is now open for 1 hour. Enjoy time with your acquaintances.
Yumin rushed there. The square had changed: an 8-person table-and-chair set, plus four 4-person sets, filled the formerly empty space.
As people trickled in, Yumin claimed the big table. Soon Gayeong, Suji, Minseo joined him, followed by neighbors Kim Jeongho and Ahn Seohyeon, who treated him and Gayeong like blood siblings.
That made six at his table. Scanning around, other groups clustered at their own tables by acquaintance. Those without close ties skipped the square entirely.
No sign of Jiwon—likely still sore from losing her virginity, or just lacking friends to bother coming.