Tutorial Mission 6

People experience all sorts of negative emotions—fear, anger, frustration, sadness, depression, loneliness, and more. Among them, the one that might seem the least dangerous but spreads the widest and hits us most commonly has to be loneliness, don't you think?

Everyone lives with some degree of loneliness, whether they admit it or not. And in this era of globalization and information overload, that loneliness has only grown deeper. We're so physically and temporally close now that phrases like "one-day global living sphere" have become reality. Flip on a PC in your room, and you can access info from every corner of the world. Compared to the past, we encounter far more diverse information and people in far less time.

Yet modern people feel even lonelier in this lightning-fast world. On a small scale, it's isolation within families; on a larger one, it's alienation in society. A single smartphone lets you connect with dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people daily. But isn't our loneliness deeper and more problematic now than in the days without internet or cell phones?

To combat loneliness, we need real meetings and conversations—not the quick, superficial clicks, but deep exchanges where hearts truly connect. Humans are social animals, after all. Doesn't the very origin of the word "person" stem from the idea that people must help, rely on, and lean on each other?

The more extreme the situation, the more acute the loneliness becomes. We yearn for someone who understands our plight and can offer help. In a place like this right now, that feeling intensifies—we crave connection, especially with those in the same boat.

Seated at the same table as Yumin are his stepsister Gayeong, his TA Suji, his former tutoring student Minseo, and the newlywed neighbors Jeongho and Seohyeon. They all met through Yumin as the common link, but aside from Gayeong and the neighbor couple, none of them knew each other before.

Gayeong didn't know Suji, Suji didn't know Minseo, and Minseo didn't know Jeongho or Seohyeon. Gayeong, Suji, and Minseo had crossed paths a few times centered around Yumin and grown somewhat familiar, but there'd been no real talk, no budding friendship.

Yet here they are, barely an hour into chatting at one table, and they've already sorted out how to address each other—like old friends. They're sharing the kind of intimate talk only close confidants can have: genuine concern for each other's well-being, empathy for the harsh reality they're all trapped in.

Yumin had been thrilled with the tutorial mission 5 success reward: one hour of central square access. But now it felt even more valuable than he'd imagined. That hour flew by in a blink. Still, as they headed back to their individual cells, the anxiety, worry, and distress on their faces had noticeably eased.

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Three days later, as expected, the Paradise participants gathered in the central square to receive the next mission via Angel's voice.

Yumin knew nothing about Im Jiyun—she was a complete stranger he'd first laid eyes on here in Paradise. But Nam Sanghyeon? He was etched deep into Yumin's memories.

Their connection? Middle school classmates. If Jang Woohyeok was Yumin's high school trauma, Nam Sanghyeon was his middle school nightmare. Sanghyeon wasn't on Woohyeok's level—no backing from power, no extreme depravity—but the mental scars from that younger age hit just as hard.

Sanghyeon was your typical school thug, the kind you see everywhere: extorting classmates and underclassmen, resorting to violence if they didn't comply. Human trash.

Yumin first crossed paths with him in second year. It started when he witnessed a classmate being dragged behind the classroom, shaken down and beaten by Sanghyeon. Yumin had never fought, didn't know how, and had no desire to. His kind heart just couldn't stand by—he stepped in to shield ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the kid.

Naturally, that made Yumin the new target. Sanghyeon's first words to him? "Fine, then you lend me the money instead."

Yumin hated violence and figured paying would end it. Plus, it wasn't "give" but "lend." He handed over the amount Sanghyeon demanded. Of course, it never came back. Instead, the loans snowballed.

Unable to take it anymore, Yumin consulted their homeroom teacher. Sanghyeon got a one-month suspension. But that didn't solve a thing.

Once back, Sanghyeon turned to straight-up beatings. The school couldn't protect Yumin. The law was distant; fists were close. For a law-abiding kid like Yumin, it offered no shield. For Sanghyeon, who wore juvie stints like badges, it was no deterrent.

The bullying tapered off only when classes split in third year, but that year left deep trauma. Even as a kid, Yumin realized starkly: only his own strength could protect him. The law existed not for obedient commoners like him, but for the wealthy, powerful—or outright criminals.

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It was the first real uproar since the second and carried-over third missions. At the center: the called-up Im Jiyun and her constant companion in the square, Baek Seongyeop.

"No! Jiyun can't go. She's my wife! Angel, please switch. I'll go instead!"

"Seongyeop... what do we do... sob..."

Seongyeop and Jiyun were clearly married. The boyfriend-girlfriend drama with Choi Junyoung and Seo Soyoung had already delayed a mission once. This was a husband and wife. Things were about to blow up bigger.

Angel's cheerful voice clashed brutally with her words, shattering Seongyeop and Jiyun's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hopes instantly. She offered two extra options, but both were dead ends. Really, they had just one: participate.

In the end, with Sanghyeon already yanking Jiyun's arm, the pair entered the mission room. The door sealed, and the timer started.

Sanghyeon was thrilled. This Paradise dump had pissed him off at first, but the food was decent, and no hard labor. Before arriving, he'd been on the run after his gang lost turf—caught by rivals meant death; surrendering meant prison. Compared to that, this was heaven.

Only downsides: boredom and no pussy. But now they were handing him a free fuck? Score. Free meals, free bed, free sex—this really was paradise.

To him, Jiyun was decent enough. Late twenties? Good figure, passable face. And that terrified expression? Pure arousal fuel. Forcing scared women was his favorite.

"Might as well enjoy it."

He shoved her onto the bed, ripping off her top and bottoms. She resisted, but couldn't match his strength. Naked now, he stripped himself and straddled her waist, pinning her. His hands mauled her breasts roughly, fingers digging deep.

"Ah... it hurts. Gently... please..."

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He kneaded harder, then yanked her nipples. She screamed again.

Still seated on her hips, he spun around, jamming two fingers into her dry pussy and pistoning fast. Another wave of pain for her.

"Ow... please... be gentle..."

"Then get wet quick. Wet means no pain."

She felt nothing but agony, but her body protected itself, secreting fluids. They splattered with each thrust.

"Acting hurt but you're soaking it up. Fuckin' slut."

"No... it really... hurts... ahk..."

Deeming her ready, he spread her legs wide and wedged in. He stroked his half-hard cock with her slick on his hand until it stiffened. He craved her mouth but held back—memories of a buddy getting bit two years ago during a gang rape made him swear off oral with strangers, especially forced ones.

He slammed his cock into her pussy in one go. After so long, it was killer—better than the cheap whores he'd known. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders and pounded hard.

Her pained moans only spurred him on.

"Ah, fuck. This is the shit. Finally my turn—always watching others take turns."

"Aaaah... please... slower... eek..."

"Kinda bummed though. Those chicks next to Yumin looked tastier."

He glanced at the time. Past participants showed post-success sex was banned—so fail the mission, and he could go multiple rounds. As climax built, he pulled out and blasted her face: forehead, nose, lips coated.

Post-nut, he rubbed his softening cock on her tits to revive it, then plunged back in. Time was fine, but greed could fuck it up—no way he wanted three days starving, or even skipping a meal.

He hammered harder, building again. This time, he buried deep and creampied her properly.

The timer halted, Angel's success chime rang out. Sanghyeon dressed and exited. Seongyeop, waiting outside, stormed up furious.

"Hey, wasn't that too much?"

"Why chew me out? I didn't ask for this—they ordered it."

"You could've gone easy. No need to be so rough. And twice? Unnecessary."

"Hey, it's not your wife—why butt in on how I fuck?"

Seongyeop wanted to argue more, but Jiyun limped out; he rushed to support her. Sanghyeon sneered—aimed right at Seongyeop. In the real world, this nobody wouldn't dare. Feeling refreshed after venting his lust, he headed to his cell.