65. Stage Two, Round Two.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Yoo-min, thoroughly warmed up from the sumata, thrust his cock deep into Jiwon's pussy the moment he entered her, riding the momentum to shake his hips rapidly and pound away.
It wasn't just Yoo-min whose body was fully heated. Jiwon had been plenty aroused during his rough fellatio earlier, but her mouth had been stuffed, leaving her unable to voice her moans even if she wanted to. But now? That was different.
As if making up for all the moans she'd held back before, powerful cries burst from Jiwon's lips in rapid succession.
"Ahhng... Aaaahng... Ahhaaang..."
The mission required two creampies. Yoo-min decided to fire off the first one right away. Pressing his pubic bone hard against Jiwon's ass, he began to ejaculate. Even though it was his second load of the session, a considerable amount of semen poured deep into her body from his deeply embedded cock.
Being the second time, Yoo-min felt a bit drained. If there had been a bed, he could've lain down for a quick rest, but all they had was this narrow, elongated table. Still, its length provided plenty of space on either side even with Jiwon sprawled in the center.
Yoo-min climbed onto the empty spot to her right, plopping down with his butt against the table for a short break. He checked the remaining time on the wall. With a one-hour limit, they still had plenty of leeway—even for some unrequired fellatio.
Bored of just sitting idle, Yoo-min gently stroked the back of Jiwon, who lay prone right beside him, with his palm. Her slender frame made for a truly beautiful back line. The soft curve sweeping down from her plump, raised ass to her shoulder blades formed a perfect S-shape, like a work of art.
His eyes were especially drawn to the long, deep groove running along her spine—it looked inexplicably sexy. Yoo-min's hand trailed from her back down to her ass, caressing it softly before giving it a light smack-smack.
"Ahht..."
Still lost in the afterglow of her climax, Jiwon twitched sensitively at even his slightest touch. As Yoo-min kneaded her ass, his gaze drifted to where her pubic mound met the table. From his intense thrusting, her upper thighs had turned a straight, solid red from constant collisions. He'd have to be more careful next round.
After a suitable rest, Yoo-min hopped down from the table and approached Jiwon's rear to resume. He wasn't fully recovered yet, but dawdling too long would kill the momentum. Her body still burned hot, refusing to cool—love juices continued trickling down her thighs from her pussy.
Yoo-min gripped the base of his cock with one hand, rubbing it up and down against her soaked folds to stimulate her. As it began swelling harder, he slipped it between her parted labia, dragging it long and teasing over her clit. Now fully erect and ready, he thrust straight into her pussy.
With the brief rest in between, Yoo-min paced himself slowly at first, pounding steadily while mindful not to let her thighs smack the table again. Cupping and fixing her hips in place with both hands, he gradually increased his thrusting speed.
"Aaah... Aaah... Ahng..."
Jiwon's reactions climbed an ascending curve in tandem. Yoo-min shook her gripped hips side to side, subtly varying the angle of his cock plunging inside her. It scraped against the walls of her pussy left and right. Deeper and deeper he drove, building rhythm.
Doggy-style alone could feel a tad monotonous after a while, but both Yoo-min and the already-climaxed Jiwon found it immensely satisfying. Overwhelmed by surging pleasure, her body bucked involuntarily—but with her arms and legs fully bound, bereft of freedom, all she could do was arch her back dramatically.
"Ahng... Aaaahng... Ah-uuuuhng..."
Completely lost to ecstasy, Jiwon poured out endless, intense moans. Sensing his own cue, Yoo-min clenched her hips tight and shook his waist even faster to finish. The signal hit—he slammed deep to her womb wall and unleashed his second creampie.
Congratulations! Participant Lee Yumin and Participant Kang Jiwon each receive 10 points.
The mission success message appeared. Excluding the bondage play, it had been straightforward with virtually no risk of failure or tension. Even so, it was highly satisfying—especially for Jiwon, who lingered in her climactic aftershocks even after Yoo-min had fully dressed.
Yoo-min unfastened the leather belts binding her wrists and ankles. From all her struggling, red marks ringed where they'd been tied. Jiwon slumped over the table like a blanket hung out to dry.
Yoo-min lifted her feet one by one to help her into her pants, then supported her upright to don her top. With an arm around her, he escorted her back to the square.
The group waiting in the square surrounded them with cheers and concerned greetings.
"Yoo-min, Jiwon—great job, you two."
"Was it tough?"
"Oh my, Jiwon unnie, look at your wrists. Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's true. Must sting. And your ankles look a bit swollen too..."
"Jiwon, you okay?"
Gayeong, Seohyeon, and some others cast sympathetic glances and worries toward the hardworking Jiwon. But Suji, starting to pick up on Jiwon's masochistic tastes, watched her with a knowing, subtle gaze instead.
Jiwon felt a bit awkward herself. Her lower body still tingled with lingering pleasure, yet here they were fretting over how "tough" it must've been—what could she even say? She could only manage a wry smile and nod.
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As square opening time arrived, Yoo-min's group gathered in the plaza. Seated at the eight-person table, they shared casual, reassuring chit-chat—nothing special, but comforting all the same.
Early in Stage 2, they'd spent much time hovering near the vending machines, but that habit was tapering off now. Window-shopping had its limits; without buying power, it just frustrated more than anything.
But Jiwon was different today, having earned points. She'd already snagged essentials like shampoo and body wash with her previous 10 points, so now she pondered her next purchases. Breaking from the group, she headed to the vending machine alone.
A few envious eyes followed her. Jiwon slowly scanned the offerings, deliberating. Pajamas had appeared too—though why, she couldn't say. The fashionista in her wanted more outfits, but at 10 points a pop, decisions weren't easy.
Yoo-min rose from his seat and strolled over casually. With points of his own, no one batted much of an eye—though a few shot mildly displeased looks.
"Jiwon, what're you thinking of getting?"
"Huh? Oh... it's you, Yoo-min... Still deciding..."
The vibe felt awkward. Yoo-min had come to apologize for the rough fellatio during the mission, but the words stuck in his throat.
"Um... Yoo-min."
"Yeah?"
Jiwon broke the silence first—but once she had his attention, her eyes wandered, struggling to continue.
"Like... back then, y'know..."
"Yeah."
"Back in college... I was kinda harsh on you. Sorry about that..."
"Huh?"
Her sudden, out-of-left-field apology left Yoo-min baffled. He'd come to say sorry himself, not receive one.
"No, I mean... back then, I just leeched off you for assignments and stuff, never paid you back... I've felt bad about it."
This side of Jiwon caught him off guard too. Sure, college-era Yoo-min had been her pushover, doing most of the group work. As same-major classmates, they shared lectures—and thus groups. Jiwon always teamed with him to freeload off the top student.
But Yoo-min hadn't minded then or now. Group projects meant someone had to pull weight anyway, and the independent, diligent type preferred solo over half-hearted help. Her behavior had been wrong, sure, but he'd long forgotten it.
That the once haughty Jiwon still agonized over it enough to bring it up now? That truly surprised him.
"Nah, it's fine. Ancient history. Whatever."
"Still... I was immature. Sorry. Will you accept my apology?"
It hit Yoo-min then: despite plenty of deep, bodily "conversations" with her, they'd rarely shared raw, heartfelt talks like this.
This vulnerable Jiwon felt unfamiliar—yet not bad. Cute, even. Lovable.
"Alright, apology accepted. But seriously, it never bothered me. And I've mostly forgotten it anyway."
"Thanks..."
For the first time in their chat, Jiwon— who'd kept her eyes downcast—looked up at him with a faint smile.
Her face was stunning, but her aloof, chic personality often made her seem like a pretty doll. This smile, though? Bright and warm. Not a full grin, which made it all the more mysterious and enchanting.
Yoo-min felt he'd learned more about Jiwon—and grown closer—in this brief exchange than during their hour-long mission sex.
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Yoo-min faced a thorny dilemma. It was perplexing and awkward, all thanks to the next mission details he'd glimpsed via his Preview privilege.
♥ Mission Participants: Kim Jeongho. Han Mikyung.
♥ Mission Content: Clitoris piercing followed by 1 creampie.
♥ Time Limit: 30 minutes
♥ Failure Penalty: Mission participants "die"
Another piercing mission. Yoo-min had struggled plenty with the nipple piercing alongside Mun Seon-jeong last time. But this? Clitoris piercing promised even greater ordeal.
No way could he leave such a mission to the kind, gentle Jeongho. Using his Free Participation privilege, Yoo-min opted in himself.
"I'll use Free Participation."
Understood. The male mission participant is now set as Participant Lee Yumin.
No need to swap partners—nor should he. Regardless of his poor feelings toward Mikyung, it was a miracle no other woman from their group had been picked.
Now, how to tackle the content? Specifically, how to do a clitoris piercing. Yoo-min planned to hit the lounge PC for web searches like last time, but first, he'd ask Angel.
"Angel, do you know about clitoris piercings?"
Of course. I'm fully versed in all mission details.
"Then, mind giving some advice?"