Episode 63 - Stage Two, Round Two

Yumin decided to ejaculate at just the right moment. The ideal sexual compatibility between man and woman is achieved when their climaxes and his ejaculation sync up perfectly. Through several experiences, Yumin had already confirmed that repeated thrusting after her climax gave the woman excessive pleasure. Especially for Minseo, who had little sexual experience, such overwhelming pleasure would surpass mere bliss and turn into outright pain.

With his cock still buried against Minseo's uterine wall, Yumin began to ejaculate. The powerfully spurting semen pounded against her inner walls. Once finished, he pulled out of her pussy and sank onto the bed, savoring the afterglow for a moment. Minseo, too, lay there with a dazed gaze fixed on the ceiling, unable to pull herself from the lingering ecstasy. Her ample breasts heaved dramatically up and down with her ragged breaths.

Yumin checked Angel's success message and slowly climbed down from the bed, getting dressed. He glanced at Minseo, still sprawled on the bed with her legs spread wide. Fully clothed himself, he lifted her by the back, sat her up, and dressed her as well. Minseo entrusted everything to him like a baby returning to infancy. Together, they headed to the Square and exchanged brief words with the waiting group.

"Congrats on the mission success."

"Thanks. Jeongho hyung."

"Minseo's got points now too. What're you gonna buy?"

Still not fully recovered from the sex, Minseo leaned against Yumin with unfocused eyes, standing blankly until Suji's question snapped her back. "Oh... Suji unnie. I'll... buy shampoo or body wash first. I'm already out."

"Yeah, that's what I got first too."

Overhearing Minseo and Suji's conversation, Yumin thought how lucky it was that he'd included her in this mission upon learning her bath supplies had run out. Recalling Suji's personal info he'd read recently, he stole a glance at her. It contained her warm feelings toward him, making him feel a bit embarrassed to look at her directly. His gaze shifted, landing on his stepsister Gayeong. The way she looked at Minseo seemed a little different from usual.

Gayeong was truly kind and gentle, always soft and sweet even to her unnies. But right now, she was pouting slightly at Minseo—a dissatisfied expression laced with what looked like jealousy. Anyway, they'd all meet again in the Square come evening. After their short chat, Yumin's group dispersed to their personal rooms.

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The mission participants were called: Yumin and Soyoung. Originally, it had been Nam Sangmi again, but Yumin had used his privilege to swap her out for Soyoung. Truth be told, Soyoung felt a bit awkward too, but he couldn't change a partner already swapped via privilege. Soyoung had failed a tutorial mission early in Paradise. That failure had instilled the first obsessive drive to succeed in missions among participants. Her partner back then, Oh Juseok, had already fallen behind due to a "death" penalty, making Soyoung the sole survivor of a failed mission.

Afterward, not only Soyoung but even Choi Junyoung—her lover and the cause of that failure—had submitted to missions. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Now, when her name was called, Soyoung silently detached from Junyoung's hand, where they'd been standing side by side, and headed to the Mission Room. The difference this time: her face showed resignation, like she had no choice, until she turned away from him. Then, knowing her partner was Yumin, it shifted to a mix of anticipation and pitiful eagerness.

In the Mission Room, by the central bed, Yumin and Soyoung faced each other and undressed. An awkward air hung between them. Yumin thought he'd fully shaken off the past with Soyoung and Junyoung, but facing her like this inevitably dredged up buried memories. Especially for Soyoung, as the perpetrator's side, seeing Yumin must stir up even more. Her chest filled with regret now, but voicing it was too hard.

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Free ejaculation was the lowest difficulty mission in current Paradise. That's why Yumin hoped for one of his group when using the privilege. Random swaps meant it couldn't always go his way. If it had been a group member, he'd have used another privilege right away. But with no desire to linger long with Soyoung, he skipped further privileges and aimed to finish quickly.

"Um... Junyoung oppa... how are you gonna do it?" Soyoung asked, head slightly bowed like a child about to be punished, peeking up at Yumin through her lashes.

Yumin had planned this out yesterday upon learning she was his partner. Free ejaculation allowed oral, vaginal, or external cumshots besides normal sex. But for speed, he discarded those options. The fastest was consecutive creampies. Ignoring her question, he sat her on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, pressed his palm to her mound, and rubbed up and down rapidly. His hand stimulated her clit and entire pussy, fingers delving between her labia to tease the inner folds.

It was perfunctory foreplay, yet her pussy quickly grew wet. Once slick, he shoved two fingers inside, stirring for a final check. Without much care, he'd prepped her for insertion in record time. Now ready, he stood between her spread legs at the bed's edge and thrust his cock into her pussy. He intended to start and end with her pussy—no more foreplay, no extras.

If it had been Nam Sangmi, Mun Seonjeong, or Han Mikyung, he'd have pounded mercilessly from the start without regard. But Yumin wasn't cruel enough for that with Soyoung. Still, no intentions of investing real time or effort. He started slow, giving her an adjustment period, then ramped up speed.

Soyoung had only ever been with her current lover Junyoung, but they'd had plenty of sex. She knew men, her erogenous zones were developed, and she fully appreciated sex's pleasures. But all that experience with Junyoung meant nothing before Yumin. Intense pleasure she'd never felt from Junyoung's cock flustered her, as he plunged deeper than Junyoung ever could, forcing her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Ahhng... Ahh-eut... Ahh-euuhht..." She climaxed—something rare even once every few days with Junyoung—letting out loud moans. Not just any climax; if Junyoung's were barely scraping a college cutoff, Yumin's was top-of-class material.

Yumin did nothing but thrust—no extra touches beyond gripping her thighs like handles for leverage. Aiming for quick clear from the start, he'd been building his arousal with her sensations. Short, rapid upward hip snaps rubbed his glans against her front wall for the final sprint. Pressed tight, he erupted inside her.

He paused only until ejaculation ended, then resumed thrusting his still-hard cock back in. Soyoung had no time to savor her afterglow; her score rocketed past limits again. Her mind went white, unable to even recognize the man pounding her. Her legs wrapped his waist—surrendering fully, yet also begging no more madness.

But her intent didn't reach him. He unwound her ankles, slung her legs over his shoulders, gripped her waist with arms and hands, and slammed down hard. Already developing spots Junyoung never touched, now Yumin ravaged her depths, his cock breaching past to batter her cervix, as if prying open her womb for his glans. Dazed, vision blurring in terror-inducing pleasure, Soyoung flailed her arms for anchor. Her hands found his firm arms reaching for her waist; she clutched them like lifelines.

"Aaaang... Ah-haaaang... Aaaaang..." How many climaxes in this brief span? Her voice had gone slightly hoarse. Yumin started ejaculating too. Strictly, not just inside her pussy—thrust deep against her womb, he pumped semen directly into it.

Finished, he slowly withdrew and stepped away. Her pussy clenched and relaxed repeatedly, but no semen leaked—proof of the depth. As Yumin pulled away, Soyoung collapsed limply on the bed. Her gripping hands fell aside; legs splayed, dangling off the edge.

He grabbed his clothes from bedside, dressed, glanced at her once, and left for the Square. Soyoung vaguely registered Angel's announcement through her foggy mind, realizing the mission was over. But utterly drained, she lay recovering before mustering strength to dress.