Episode 60. Stage Two, Round One.
Yoo-min gripped Nam Sangmi's left ankle, which was flailing over his shoulder, tightly with his left hand, restraining it. Then, channeling more strength into his right arm, he thrust his right hand deeper into her anus. With a sickening rip of tearing flesh, Yoo-min's right hand vanished completely inside her. Now her anus began clenching tightly around his wrist.
"Aaaah... It hurts... It's tearing... Ahhheuk... It hurts so much... Take it out... Ahhheuk..."
Nam Sangmi let out a near-scream of a moan, bucking her hips desperately to escape Yoo-min's grasp. But with one leg fully restrained by him and her anus clamping down hard on his right hand, she couldn't break free no matter how she tried. Yoo-min held off pushing deeper, as her anus was squeezing his hand and wrist with such ferocious pressure. The mission only required a successful anal fisting, and he'd already buried his hand to the hilt—no need to force more.
So, without pushing his luck further, Yoo-min shifted to the related mission task: creampie. Embracing her left leg with his left arm, he yanked her toward him using his right hand lodged in her anus and began thrusting his hips again.
"Aang... Aaaang... Ahhheuang..."
Even the hand buried in her anus had been excruciatingly painful and overwhelming for Sangmi, but as Yoo-min started pounding her pussy in earnest, she wailed like she was sobbing. Each thrust of his massive cock into her pussy amplified the pressure on his right hand inside her anus, intensifying her agony even more. Yoo-min ignored her cries of pain and screams, focusing solely on the task. Every time he slammed in, he gripped her anus like a handle with his right hand, pulling her harder onto him for deeper penetration.
In truth, Yoo-min had always found sex with Sangmi unsatisfying. Compared to the other women in his group, her pussy lacked any real tightness. Her face and figure weren't appealing either, and layered on top were his deep-seated negative feelings toward her—he'd never truly enjoyed it. But now, with his right hand stuffed in her anus while he fucked her, her pussy clenched wonderfully tight, bringing him real satisfaction. And that grip strengthened every time she cried out in pain. Her pussy was contracting reflexively whenever he stimulated her anus intensely.
As Yoo-min drove his cock into her, he deliberately withdrew his right hand slightly from her anus before slamming it back in hard.
"Ahang... Ahhaang... Aaaang..."
His thrusts grew fiercer, the anal stimulation more brutal, and the tone of Sangmi's moans began to shift subtly. She was still overwhelmed by the searing pain, drooling uncontrollably, but it no longer seemed like pure agony. As her reactions slowly evolved, Yoo-min felt his own climax building from her enhanced tightness. The mission's time limit had always been short, and he'd already burned time forcing his hand in, so he kicked into a final sprint. With a mighty shove of his right hand into her anus, he began ejaculating deep inside her pussy.
Mission cleared.
Congratulations! Participant Yoo-min and Participant Nam Sangmi each receive +10 points.
Yoo-min pulled his cock from her pussy and, at the same time, extracted his right hand from her anus. Since she'd had no enema, her rectum was filthy, and the rubber glove on his right hand was smeared with waste. He quickly stripped it off and tossed it aside, then started dressing. Glancing at Sangmi slumped on the bed, he saw her eyes glazed over, drool pooling from her mouth as she panted raggedly—whether from pleasure or pain, the brutal play had left her wrecked. Her anus, where his hand had just been, gaped wide open, its depths visible, with beads of blood from slight tears.
Even seeing her dire state stirred no guilt in Yoo-min. This was Paradise forcing the mission; he had no reason to apologize. More than that, Sangmi had lived a life deserving of such treatment. The innocent face of Suyeon, who had only ever been kind to him, still haunted his memory. Fully dressed, Yoo-min left her there and headed to the square.
His group's expressions were unusually grim as they greeted him—not their usual effort to smile warmly after a mission. This one had been so extreme they couldn't even fake it. They'd been shocked by the nipple piercing mission before, and this was different but no less horrifying.
"He... put his hand in..."
Even Suji, an anal sex enthusiast, looked shaken, her face twitching. The others were worse.
"Is she okay?"
"It must be torn..."
"Probably..."
"She'll die trying to shit later..."
The conversation veered into awkward territory. Jeongho glanced at Yoo-min, then addressed the group.
"Alright, everyone, back to your rooms. Good work, Yoo-min."
"Thanks, Hyung Jeongho."
With Jeongho stepping in, the group dispersed quickly. Yoo-min felt genuine gratitude for his perceptive brother-figure and returned to his room.
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Participant Yoo-min. You did reaaally great.
"Yeah... whatever."
As soon as Yoo-min returned, Angel appeared as expected. Round 1 was over, so settlements were due. But her teasing tone grated on him. Who'd want to shove their hand up an ass? You forced me. He wanted to snap back, but it felt like losing if he did, so he held his tongue.
Ahem... For Participant Yoo-min, the most frequent mission participant in Round 1, we grant the Time Change privilege along with +100 points.
The Time Change privilege allows you to alter the mission time limit—extend it or shorten it as you wish.
Angel’s sly mockery had soured his mood, but this lifted it right back up. Time Change was perfect. Sometimes missions felt rushed; now he'd have breathing room. And the bonus points were an unexpected windfall. He'd gotten 300 at Stage 1's end, spent 150 on essentials and clothes for himself and Gayeong, another 20 on lounge and library access. Full participation in Round 1 missions earned him 50 points, plus this 100 more—for a total of 280. Not lavish, but comfortable.
"Thanks."
And you know about the other reward, right? Who would you like?
The other reward was personal info on one Paradise participant. With his group accounted for, only his betrayers remained: Choi Junyoung and Seo Soyoung. Junyoung had been his closest senior, Soyoung his girlfriend. She'd cheated with Junyoung and dumped him for him—a clichéd soap opera betrayal. Yoo-min wasn't dwelling on it anymore. The heartbreak had crushed him at the time, but time healed it. Now, he could almost understand Soyoung, if not forgive her. Back then, he'd been a virgin clueless about women; today's him would've dragged her straight to a motel for wild sex. Junyoung was harder to forgive or understand—he'd leaned on him heavily, especially after losing his parents.
But it was all in the past. Now, Yoo-min turned his gaze to his group. First on his mind: Jeong Suji, who'd cared for him unwaveringly at university, unlike Junyoung.
"Jeong Suji noona."
Got it. Participant Jeong Suji. I'll arrange for quick delivery.
"Thanks."
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After wrapping up with Angel, Yoo-min showered off the traces of sex with Sangmi and headed to the square. First, he bought four women's pajamas and one men's set from the vending machine—comfy loungewear, really. These were for his group, of course. But he'd give them to Gayeong a bit differently. Next, he purchased a thick notebook bound with a strong spring and some pens. Total spent: 105 points.
He scribbled a simple note in the notebook:
This is a special reward. Strictly prohibited from telling others.
Paradise pajamas wouldn't be worn in public anyway. His group, knowing Paradise's horrors, wouldn't blab. He wasn't ready to reveal his privileges fully—not even to them. And handing them out openly might make them feel grateful but guilty too, which he wanted to avoid.
Back in his room, true to Paradise Express's speedy service, the five outfits arrived. He delivered them one by one to his group's rooms, slipping each through the food slot at the bottom of the steel door with his note. He'd have loved to add essentials, but with numbers up from just him and Gayeong, even one extra per person strained his points. He'd spoil them more when he could; for now, this sufficed. His steps felt lighter heading back—caring for just him and his sister had weighed on him, but now his chest felt a bit unburdened.
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That evening in the square, Yoo-min's group gathered with a different vibe—everyone eyeing each other, itching to speak but holding back, an itchy awkwardness. Obviously from the surprise pajamas. Following what they mistook for a Paradise warning in his note, no one mentioned receiving them.
Their minds must be racing: Why me? Did I earn a special reward? Or did everyone get one? Nah, if so, it wouldn't be secret. Desperately curious but unable to ask—frustrating. Yoo-min found their inner turmoil amusing, even fun, though a twinge of guilt hit for sparking the mystery with his poor gifting.
As usual, the women clustered by the vending machine's clothing catalog, shopping. Their eyes swiftly skipped the pajamas—they had them now, no need to look. They seemed uneasy about the circumstances but happy with the gifts regardless, which made Yoo-min happy too.