Stage Two, Round Four
Yumin continued thrusting his hips downward, slamming his cock deep into Seohyeon's pussy while still holding her close.
"Ah... Aang... Aaang... Haang...."
Seohyeon climaxed once more. But Yumin, feeling it wasn't quite enough yet, picked up the pace, driving his shaft even deeper into her body. She endured this torment of pleasure from him for a little while longer.
Participants Lee Yumin and Ahn Seohyeon each receive 10 points.
All Paradise participants, please return to your private rooms.
As Yumin ejaculated inside Seohyeon's pussy and pulled out his cock, Angel's success message chimed in right away. Yumin quickly gathered and put on his clothes. He even dressed the limp Seohyeon, who was still out of it on the bed.
"Seohyeon noona, you okay?"
"Ugh... Yeah. I'm... fine...."
"Then shall we head out?"
"......Yeah, Yumin."
Yumin took care of her to the very end, escorting her to the square. There, they met up with the rest of the group who had been waiting.
Until now, in situations like this, it wasn't just Yumin and Seohyeon—the ones who had done the mission—who were watching her husband Jeongho's reactions. The others waiting in the square knew well about Jeongho and Seohyeon's relationship, so they naturally hung back a step, subtly gauging his mood.
Even now, as Yumin and Seohyeon emerged into the square, Jeongho stepped forward to greet them first, while the others waited a step behind him.
"Seohyeon, Yumin. You two worked hard on the mission."
"No... honey...."
"Jeongho hyung...."
"Now that Seohyeon has points too, you can buy whatever you want, right? That's great."
"Yeah... it is...."
Seohyeon still felt guilty toward Jeongho, even though it wasn't her fault. And Jeongho, as always, treated Yumin and Seohyeon brightly to avoid burdening their hearts.
It was just like any other time. Back then, Yumin would have felt sorry toward Jeongho just like Seohyeon. But now, Yumin knew everything. He had learned about the desire Jeongho had been hiding.
Even as he exchanged ordinary chit-chat with Jeongho, Yumin couldn't help wondering about his condition. In the brief moment Jeongho's gaze flicked toward Seohyeon, Yumin stole a quick glance at his crotch.
Jeongho was trying not to show it, subtly pulling his hips back, but that alone couldn't hide everything. Even with the loose-fitting pants provided by Paradise—no underwear underneath—it was hard to conceal an erection. The front of Jeongho's pants was bulging noticeably, and the center of that bulge was quite damp.
"Jeongho hyung, I'm a bit tired, so I'll head out now."
"Huh? Yeah, Yumin? You should rest."
Having confirmed Jeongho's state, Yumin wrapped up the conversation quickly. If Jeongho had been considerate of Yumin before, now it was Yumin's turn to return the favor.
Once Yumin and Jeongho finished talking, the others—having nothing particular to say in the moment—disbanded swiftly. Everyone headed to their private rooms, including Jeongho. His footsteps were noticeably faster than usual, as if he had some urgent business... or was rushing toward something.
Jeongho quickly disappeared down the hallway to his private room.
Stage 2. Round 4. Announcing the 2nd mission participants.
Participants: Lee Yumin, Han Mikyung.
Mission participants, please enter the mission room and disrobe.
This mission's participants were Yumin and Mikyung. It was the first time Yumin had seen her since the clitoris piercing mission.
He didn't particularly need to pity her, but for some reason, he couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for her. The clitoris piercing had been a brutally intense mission, and this one didn't seem ordinary either.
Whether she knew that or not—probably not, of course—Mikyung looked somewhat pleased that her name had been called and that her partner was Yumin. Even after enduring something so harsh from him because of a mission, she showed no signs of resentment toward him at all.
Yumin and Mikyung entered the mission room and stripped beside the bed. Yumin's gaze naturally drifted to the sparkling piercing ring between her legs.
"Yumin oppa...."
Noticing his stare, Mikyung blushed slightly but didn't try to hide the piercing. Instead, she spread her legs a bit and lifted the ring lightly with her fingertip, letting him see it better.
Participant Lee Yumin must achieve 1 creampie inside participant Han Mikyung.
Additionally, participant Lee Yumin must achieve 50+ whippings on participant Han Mikyung.
Time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty for failure: "Death" for mission participants.
Good luck with your mission.
Only after hearing the full mission from Angel did Mikyung notice the whip on the edge of the bed. It had a black handle with a good grip, from which dangled a dozen thin, long leather tails. It was made for SM play, not combat, but at over 40cm long, its intimidating presence was undeniable.
"Yumin oppa. Go easy... no, please take good care of me."
Was it preemptive lobbying? Upon spotting the imposing whip, Mikyung made her plea to Yumin. Her eyes wavered slightly, and even her cheeks were flushed.
Yumin couldn't tell if her reaction stemmed from fear of the upcoming mission or something else entirely.
There was no required order for the whipping and creampie objectives, so either could come first. Yumin had done hand-spanking missions several times before, but this was his first with a tool. Just as Mikyung had felt intimidated by the whip's form, Yumin himself felt a twinge of worry as the one who would wield it.
He was concerned that even with spanking, he sometimes lost control of his strength when caught up in the moment—what if it was even harder with a tool? He couldn't guarantee it.
Of course, he had no obligation or loyalty to worry about Mikyung. Still, having put her through the clitoris piercing not long ago softened his resolve a bit.
Not wanting to start with the whipping blindly, Yumin decided to arouse her first. He guided Mikyung to kneel at the side of the bed, bending her upper body forward onto it. She was now in the perfect position for ass whipping.
But before that, Yumin kneaded her buttocks like a massage, loosening them up. Then he slipped his hand between her legs, caressing her pussy with his full palm.
Feeling the moisture there, Yumin pushed his middle finger into her pussy and stirred. He sensed her getting wetter, her love juices coating his finger. He added his ring finger too.
With the back of his hand facing up, he thrust into her pussy, curling his fingertips lightly. He sought out her G-spot and began targeting it intently.
"Aa... Ahut... Hauht...."
Mikyung's quiet moans grew gradually, and clear, transparent juices began trickling from her pussy.
She was fully warmed up now. This prepared her for the creampie, but also for the whipping to come.
Yumin picked up the whip in his right hand. Visually it looked good, and the grip felt excellent wrapped around his palm. With this hold, he could swing hard without slipping or straining his hand.
Not that he planned to swing that hard, of course. He flicked it lightly against her ass. He thought it was light, but the whip's full length generated centrifugal force, delivering a solid impact to her cheek. A faint red mark appeared on her flesh.
Having gauged the strength, Yumin continued swinging steadily.
"Ack.... It hurts too much.... Ahak.... Yumin oppa.... Hnng...."
Each time the whip landed on her ass, Mikyung let out short, sharp cries of pain. Bent at a 90-degree angle with her ass exposed, not every strike hit only her buttocks perfectly. The thin, long tails sometimes veered slightly, striking her pussy too.
It hurt so much. The lashes on her ass stung fiercely, but the ones hitting her delicate pussy brought incomparable agony compared to her cheeks.
Yet as the whippings passed 10, 20 strikes, Mikyung stopped feeling only pain. The forceful sensation of the whip striking her body—especially her pussy—pierced through her with a thrilling depth. At first, she couldn't identify it, but soon she realized it was pleasure.
"Aang.... Ahut.... Auht...."
The tone of her moans had changed. It still hurt, but alongside the pain came an electric thrill resonating deep inside her.
Dozens of red welts now striped her ass cheeks. And Yumin kept adding more.
Watching the fresh red marks appear with each swing, Yumin felt like an artist. Her white ass was a canvas, and he was painting vivid crimson lines with the whip as his brush.
Immersed in his "art," Yumin noticed the love juices streaming from her pussy to the floor. That sight ignited his creative fervor even more.
He lifted Mikyung's body from its prone position at the bed's edge and laid her flat on the bed. Her face came into view—saliva dotted her lips, her eyes glazed over in a haze. But what truly caught his eye was her pussy, gushing juices like a broken faucet.
Yumin spread her legs wide apart, fully exposing her mound. Then he began whipping it directly.
Until now, she'd only taken incidental, glancing blows to her pussy from ass strikes. But now, with deliberate lashes, the pain was excruciating.
"Aaak.... It hurts.... Yumin.... Oppa.... Ahuaak.... Mercy.... Haaang.... I'm dying...."
Tears streamed from Mikyung's eyes as she begged Yumin for pain relief and forgiveness. Unable to bear it, saliva drooled from her open mouth.
The whippings had already surpassed 50. Her pussy was flushed red from the strikes, slightly swollen. And at one point...
The whip Yumin swung struck precisely on the piercing ring embedded in her clitoris.
In that instant, a powerful squirt erupted from her pussy. Like a successful squirting, no—stronger—it sprayed far across the floor.
"Hiiik.... Hnnguk.... Aaaaang...."