Desert Island BDSM Survival Game - Episode 66: Stage Two, Round Two
[Yes.]
[First things first, before clitoris piercing, you need to know that the clitoris is covered by something called the clitoral hood.]
"Clitoral hood?"
Lee Yumin had been a virgin until coming to Paradise, and he hadn't consumed much porn or erotic stories anyway. That said, he wasn't completely ignorant of sex. He'd had basic sex ed through high school and knew the fundamentals of female anatomy.
Still, clitoral hood was a new term for him. It wasn't so much a gap in his knowledge as a word that just wasn't commonly used.
Yes, it's unfamiliar, right? Think of it like the foreskin covering the glans.
The foreskin protects the glans when you're young and not yet sexually mature.
That's why adults get circumcised to remove it later.
Sometimes, if it's done too young, it can get overstimulated and desensitized, leading to boredom.
Just like the foreskin protects the glans, women need protection for their most sensitive spot—the clitoris—when they're young and it might rub against underwear.
Anyway, that's the role of the clitoral hood covering the clitoris.
Typically, "clitoris piercing" means piercing the clitoral hood.
Pulling on a hood piercing exposes the clitoris quickly, allowing more stimulation and pleasure.
But for this mission, it's the clitoris itself.
So first, stimulate the clitoris to erect it, push back the hood, and then pierce.
Lee Yumin received a detailed lecture from Angel on the preparation, procedure, and precautions for clitoris piercing. Of course, without visuals like during the nipple piercing mission, it was hard to fully grasp.
"Yes. Thank you. That was really helpful."
It had still been useful, though. He planned to review in the lounge anyway, so Angel's lecture was more than enough.
[Alright then, have a fun mission tomorrow...]
[I'll be off now. Whoosh~]
Angel even made sound effects with her mouth as she left. For Yumin, who'd been intently listening, it was a total buzzkill.
He headed straight from his private room to the lounge and spent 1 point for an hour on the PC, gathering info on clitoris piercings.
He still lacked confidence, but it had been the same with nipple piercings. He'd figure it out once he tried. Mission failure? As long as he pierced the clitoris, it was success—even if it wasn't perfect.
If the piercing went wrong? The woman getting it—Han Mikyung—might just have some issues. With her as the target, a little mishap probably wouldn't matter.
That didn't mean he'd half-ass it, though. He'd give it his best; if it still failed, oh well. With that relaxed mindset, he prepared.
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Stage 2. Round 2. Announcing the 4th mission participants.
Participants: Participant Lee Yumin, Participant Han Mikyung.
Mission participants, please enter the mission room and disrobe.
Yumin organized last night's knowledge in his head as he headed to the mission room, mentally simulating the steps.
"Hi, Yumin oppa... Let's work hard together today too... for mission success."
Mikyung had sidled up beside him at some point, walking and chatting with a soft smile. Would that smile hold once she heard the mission? Or twist into despair right away? Yumin wondered.
A plain bed sat in the mission room center, but the items around it were anything but ordinary.
Yumin stripped calmly as usual, but Mikyung's expression hardened as she undressed beside him.
Participant Lee Yumin, pierce Participant Han Mikyung's clitoris.
Then, successfully perform one creampie.
Time limit: 1 hour. Penalty for failure: "Death" for mission participants.
Begin the mission.
Yumin had no desire to spend extra time with Mikyung, but the unfamiliar clitoris piercing prompted him to use his Time Change privilege to extend it.
As expected, Mikyung's face stiffened instantly, tension and fear mixing in her expression.
She'd watched the lewd nipple piercing mission in the square. Different spot, but knowing Seonjeong had survived unscathed was some comfort.
"Yumin oppa... Can you... do clitoris piercing?"
"...We'll see once we try."
Her voice trembled slightly as she asked. With Yumin as the piercer, he was her only hope.
He didn't want to heighten her anxiety. He led the mission, but her cooperation was key. If she didn't trust him, she'd flinch during the piercing and risk real failure.
But that was his honest feeling. Claiming certainty on something he'd never done would be a lie. Not saying "I don't know" was his minimal consideration—for the mission's sake, not hers.
"I trust you, Yumin oppa."
After several missions together, her faith in him had grown. Not just sexual satisfaction, but his perfect success record despite heavy participation. Especially the nipple piercing on Seonjeong, who was fine afterward. That built her confidence.
She resolved to believe they'd succeed again.
While she steeled herself, Yumin prepped for the piercing. He sterilized tools with alcohol. Similar to nipples: alcohol, ointment, needle, ring.
But he also needed to expose and erect the clitoris.
He laid Mikyung on the bed, spread her legs. Direct clitoral stim wouldn't work fast; foreplay first.
Tongue over hands for efficiency. He buried his face between her thighs, parting labia minora and licking upward softly from bottom to top.
From outer to inner, narrowing toward the clitoris gradually.
Normally, she'd be soaked by now, but tension from the impending piercing kept her dry.
He flicked his tongue faster, focusing on the clitoris. Her rigid body and mind began to loosen.
"Hng... Uh... Hnng..."
Sweet moans escaped as it swelled. He tapped the erect tip with his tongue tip for final check. Ready.
He wiped it clean with alcohol-soaked cotton, her saliva-slick clitoris now cold from evaporation. Pleasure vanished; tension returned as she sensed the procedure starting.
Gloves on, needle in hand. Deep between her legs, big breath—then plunged through the base's right side in one motion.
"Ack..."
Short pained groan, but she held still. Moving would hurt only her—if she caused a slip, he'd retry; she'd suffer double holes.
Next, sterilized ring—thinner, smaller than Seonjeong's nipple one. Pulled needle, inserted ring, secured.
Wiped blood, applied ointments meticulously. To his novice eyes, perfect: minimal blood, good placement.
Gathered used items in a corner, slipped remaining ointments into her pants pocket. No need for complications later.
"Thanks... Yumin oppa..."
Still wincing in pain, but she'd watched him care for her. His feelings and motives differed from her assumptions, but he just nodded.
Now, the creampie. She could barely move from pain; thrusting would hurt more. But no choice, and no obligation to coddle her.
Positioned deep, gripped his soft shaft, rubbed her entrance up-down. Her pussy was wet regardless.
Glans slick with her fluids, hardening. Tip inserted, rocked—fully erect.
Thrust in to the hilt. Slow hip shakes began.