Episode 64 - Stage Two, Round Two
Yumin stepped out into the square and joined his group. As he received brief words of encouragement for his mission success, he turned his head slightly to glance at Choi Junyoung. Junyoung was watching his lover, Soyoung, with a look of pity as she slowly got out of bed and began dressing. What must Junyoung be thinking right now? Soyoung, who had sex with another man—and not just any sex, but one where she came so intensely. He probably didn't want to understand that Soyoung had no choice but to give her body to another man because of the mission, but he had no choice but to accept it. And if Soyoung had just lain there like a lifeless love doll, taking it without reaction, he might have been able to endure it. But reality was far from that. Soyoung had been so aroused, so overwhelmed by Yumin's cock. The loud moans escaping her lips and the way she wrapped her legs around Yumin's waist of her own accord midway through were undeniable proof.
Which was more painful—Yumin's sense of loss back when Junyoung stole Soyoung from him, or the despair Junyoung now felt watching Soyoung completely lost to Yumin? Yumin turned his attention away from Junyoung. What was the point of comparing them now?
With slow steps, Yumin reached the square. He ignored Junyoung, who was holding both of Soyoung's hands and gazing at her with sad eyes.
Stage 2. Round 2. Starting the 3rd mission.
Mission participants: Yumin. Jiwon.
Mission participants, please enter the mission room and undress.
It was Yumin and Jiwon paired up again. Yesterday, using his Preview privilege, Yumin had checked his mission partner and thought he was running into Jiwon awfully often. But in reality, it wasn't that frequent. This was only their fourth mission together for Jiwon. In terms of days, it had been 12. Yumin felt this way probably because he monopolized nearly all the male participant slots in missions, and Jiwon's frequency was somewhat higher compared to the rest of the group.
Yumin's group always stuck close together, whether during square open hours or mission days. So Yumin entered the mission room right beside Jiwon, who was nearby.
"Jiwon, looks like it's you and me again today. Let's do our best."
"...Huh? Oh... yeah...."
Yumin felt a strange mix of emotions at Jiwon's reaction, so different from Minseo's a few days ago or even Jiwon's own from just recently. Jiwon couldn't look straight at Yumin, keeping her head slightly lowered, staring only at the floor ahead as she walked. Her ears seemed faintly flushed. Yumin didn't dislike this response from her. What was it? A ticklish feeling? Yeah, like he wanted to mess her up completely... that kind of urge.
Reaching the center of the mission room, Yumin and Jiwon began undressing beside the mission table. But today's table wasn't a simple bed. It was a narrow, elongated one about 30cm high and 1m long, slightly lower than waist height. Below it, only four table legs left the underside completely open. And even more unusual was the item placed on top: two pairs of short leather cuffs connected by long iron chains.
Jiwon's eyes shook violently as she looked at the table and the object on it. Her face flushed even deeper.
Participant Yumin must position participant Jiwon prone on the table, then use the item on the table to restrain her wrists and ankles.
Then, participant Yumin must successfully creampie participant Jiwon twice.
Mission time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty for failure: Mission participants banned from the square for 7 days.
"Jiwon, time to get you tied up."
"Ugh.... Yeah...."
Yumin positioned Jiwon belly-down on the table. He secured her dangling wrists with one set of leather cuffs, then bound her ankles with the other set on the opposite side. Ankle cuffs, maybe? Finally, Yumin adjusted the chain connecting her wrists and ankles, tightening it as much as possible.
Jiwon's current position was like this: Her pelvis pressed against the table, waist arched to glue her belly flat, fully prone. The tight chain between her wrists and ankles left her completely immobilized, body robbed of freedom. Her breasts and head hung slightly downward, heels barely off the floor. Jiwon was a bit shorter than Minseo but still tall at 170cm for a woman, with a slim, almost lean build that made her seem taller than Minseo if they weren't side by side. Even she could just barely touch down; if a short woman like Nam Sangmi had to do this, her toes wouldn't even graze the ground—she'd dangle in midair. Or rather, the table height and chain length seemed perfectly calibrated for Jiwon.
Jiwon's breathing grew ragged. Was it hard to breathe with her breasts crushed against the table? Or excitement from losing her freedom and being bound? Watching her like this, Yumin felt his own arousal building. It was like eyeing a beautifully plated dish on a serving tray, ready to devour. Setup complete, atmosphere heated. Time to dig in.
Yumin stood in front of Jiwon's head. He reached under her body, cupping both breasts. The table's width—from pelvis to just below her breasts—made it easy to fondle them in this prone position. No, even more convenient. Yumin kneaded her breasts, pressing and circling her nipples with his index fingers.
This position wasn't just handy for breast play. Yumin's cock was now level with her head. Obvious what to do next. It wasn't in the mission, but he couldn't pass up such a perfect setup.
Jiwon had a boyish, cool allure. She preferred short hair, naturally. Though kidnapped to Paradise without a trim for so long, her hair had grown out some. Still, it was the shortest among the female participants. Yumin grabbed a fistful of that short hair and lifted her head. Her mouth now faced his cock directly. His gradually hardening shaft jutted straight out at right angles from his body—right at her lips.
Yumin rubbed his glans left and right against her lips, then thrust forward. It parted them, teeth grazing the tip. Her closed teeth parted like automatic doors at his touch. Yumin shoved his cock into her open mouth.
The warm, wet embrace of her mouth and soft tongue made him fully erect in seconds. Yumin gripped her head with both hands and rocked his hips. His thick shaft soon hit the back of her throat. Normally, he'd stop there, but her prone, head-tilted posture opened her throat completely. He plunged deeper than usual.
Of course, he couldn't bury his overwhelmingly long cock entirely down her throat. But even this brought intense pleasure. The tight squeeze around his glans—Jiwon's throat pussy—was killer. Yumin pounded her mouth like a real pussy. Jiwon gagged hard, retching from the assault on her uvula and throat.
"Guhk.... Guh.... Hngh...."
Today's mission was two creampies. Normally, Yumin would use non-mission fellatio just to get hard before moving on. But he felt too good to stop. He'd even extended the time limit from 30 minutes to 1 hour with his Time Change privilege, partly to indulge like this.
Yumin buried deep in her throat and came. The massive load filled it, then backflowed into her mouth. An incredibly satisfying orgasm—one of the best since arriving in Paradise.
Yumin slowly withdrew. Jiwon, who'd endured deep thrusts, gagging, and breathlessness, gasped roughly.
"Guhk.... Hah.... Hah.... Hah...."
Whether she meant to swallow didn't matter now—she couldn't. As her head dropped, semen mixed with foamy saliva drooled from her stuffed mouth.
In the heat, Yumin had lost control, but post-nut clarity hit, leaving him sorry for her. He gently stroked her hair, then rubbed her back from bottom to top to help her expel the load comfortably.
Time was still ample, but he couldn't dawdle forever. He'd already indulged selfishly; the mission hadn't progressed. And her position wasn't comfortable. Being bound like this alone must be tough. Though probably not just tough....
Yumin circled to her ass. His softening cock needed re-hardening, but first, make her wet. Legs together, upper body lowered, her plump cheeks jutted invitingly—he couldn't ignore them. Yumin caressed her buttock flesh softly, then squeezed and kneaded. Tense from position or nerves, it had a taut, springy bounce.
His hand slid into the valley between the mounds. Deep in, slick fluid coated his fingers. No foreplay needed—she was flooded. Parting her labia slightly, clear, sticky nectar dripped to the floor. Yumin fingered deep into her pussy. No surprise, but she was soaked all the way inside.
He wedged his semi-flaccid cock between her clenched thighs just below her pussy, rocking as if fucking her, sumata-style. Ankles bound tight together, thighs were perfectly sealed. Her pose was ideal for thigh-fucking. His cock regained full hardness quickly.
No need to go far. Just angle upward slightly from thigh-pounding, and... Yumin's shaft slid into her still-tight but sopping, overflowing pussy.