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Watching the entire scene unfold, Yumin felt a bitter taste in his mouth. It was bitter because Nam Sanghyeon was still human trash, and even more so seeing Baek Seongyeop's poor judgment. No one knew when escape from Paradise might be possible. All Yumin knew for sure was that succeeding in enough missions would allow it. To escape Paradise, they had to keep completing missions. And during those missions, the Nam Sanghyeon-Im Jiyun pairing might come up again. In that case, Seongyeop's actions today would be anything but helpful. Between his wife's safety and his own venting, Seongyeop had chosen the latter. It was such a foolish move.
Violence was forbidden in Paradise. So Seongyeop had no real way to stop Sanghyeon—at least not yet. If he'd been even a little wiser and truly cared for his wife, he should have tried gentle persuasion before flying off the handle. And Sanghyeon's behavior wasn't right either. Right now, he could do whatever, but who knew how things might change in Paradise? They might need each other's help or cooperation someday. If that happened, today's actions would only drag him down.
Yumin exchanged greetings with his acquaintances and returned to his private room. This wasn't the time to worry about others. Protecting his own circle was challenge enough. He racked his brain again today, but nothing new came to mind.
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About 40 minutes after dinner, the cell doors unlocked, and the central Square opened. Yumin headed there as usual. He always claimed a spot at the eight-person table, and his group gathered around him: Lee Gayoung, Jeong Suji, Shin Minseo, Kim Jeongho, and Ahn Seohyeon, including Yumin himself. And today, one more joined them—Kang Jiwon.
Until now, aside from mission times, Jiwon had never left her private room. This was her first appearance. She approached the table hesitantly, where Yumin's group was gathered.
"Jiwon, you feeling okay?"
The moment Yumin saw her, he asked after her well-being. It was a mundane question anyone could ask. But the implication was far from ordinary—it was really asking if the pain from her broken hymen had eased. Depending on how you looked at it, it was a highly sensitive topic, not something to bring up in front of others, especially since everyone here more or less knew the situation.
But Yumin had been worried about her the whole time she was out of sight. So the concern slipped out instinctively. Jiwon caught the meaning right away, her face flushing slightly.
"It's... okay now...."
She answered in such a soft, shy whisper that Yumin wondered if this was the Jiwon he knew, then sat beside Suji. For a while, she couldn't even meet his eyes.
In Paradise, Jiwon's only acquaintances were Yumin, her classmate and senior, and Suji, the TA. She used Suji as a bridge to ease into conversations with the others, gradually joining the group naturally.
People form groups because collectives can accomplish more than individuals—bigger voices, greater power. Some join to protect their weakness; others to achieve their goals. Either way, a group means strength, and that power grows with size.
Groups tend to be selfish. They have reasons and purposes for forming, and to achieve them, they'll attack rivals or clash without hesitation—even altruistic groups turn egocentric. They become exclusive too. Someone you could bully alone becomes untouchable in a group.
Right now, Yumin's group had formed for a simple reason: to meet familiar faces, chat, and ease loneliness. Regardless, it had happened. And unintentionally, the group Yumin created kept outsiders at bay. Even thugs like Nam Sanghyeon could trash-talk Baek Seongyeop alone but hesitated to approach Yumin's table.
Without realizing it, Yumin had become the center of power. It might not help now, but who knew what Paradise would become later.
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Participants: Lee Yumin, Han Mikyung. Please enter the Mission Room.
Three days passed, and as expected, another mission triggered—with Yumin called again. Heading to the Mission Room, he shot a cold glare at Han Mikyung, who was walking the same way.
Yumin had noticed his sister Gayoung avoiding and uncomfortable around Mikyung. He'd gently pried, and after persistent questions, she'd finally opened up. They were high school classmates—same class in first and second year. But they weren't friends; they couldn't be.
Their school was an all-girls high school, where Mikyung was a delinquent boss—but a step beyond the usual extortionists. She was a sex trafficking broker, hooking up energetic girls with rich older men for a 50% cut. She'd connect willing friends or do it herself. That might've been tolerable. But she forced unwilling girls too—virgins fetched ten times the price, so temptation was high, and she pocketed 90%.
Innocent, pretty, well-figured Gayoung was prime prey. Mikyung figured she could charge twenty times the base. Gayoung refused, enduring relentless harassment. She held out, but friends drifted away one by one to avoid Mikyung's wrath. Even Yumin, a guy, had trauma from school violence—how much worse for sweet, pure Gayoung? Maybe that's why she clung to him so much.
In the end, Gayoung protected herself. But the cost was huge: by senior year, she had no friends left.
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Yumin approached the bed in the center of the Mission Room. He roughly shoved the approaching Mikyung onto it, yanked off her pants, then his own. He had zero interest in sweet, lovey-dovey sex with someone he despised this much. Still, he had to creampie her.
He spread her legs wide on the bed and aligned his cock with her pussy, thrusting in. It was way too tight. Her pussy wasn't wet at all, and his cock was huge. No way it'd go in like this.
"Ah.... Ack...."
He had no intention of licking or sucking her down there. He noticed her lips parting slightly in pain and abandoned insertion, shoving his cock into her mouth instead. Her lips parted smoothly, taking him in. To coat it with maximum saliva, he rammed deep into her throat.
"Gurk.... Glurk...."
Mikyung suffered, but Yumin didn't care. Even he, who rarely got angry, was furious now. After a few throat-fucks, his cock was slick enough. He pulled out and tried her pussy again. The head forced its way in—but that was it. He thrust harder, but only a third went in; still too tight.
He pulled out, throat-fucked her again for more lube, then back to her pussy. This time, it sank in decently. Pussy, mouth, pussy—by now, she was getting wet. Her hole was still snug, but he started pounding away. As his cock pistoned in and out, more juices flowed, easing the motion.
"Aah.... Haa.... Haaang...."
Surprisingly, Mikyung started moaning sweetly, clearly feeling it. Yumin was thrown off. What the hell? She gets off on this?
He wanted to cum quick and end this nasty fuck, but was it the special training? Or reluctance? He couldn't finish fast. He slammed harder, and climax built slowly. Meanwhile, her pussy clenched tighter.
"Haaang.... Haaang.... Haaaang...."
Inexperienced Yumin didn't realize he'd brought her to orgasm. Her intense contractions pushed him over too—he erupted inside her.
Congratulations, participants. Please return to your private rooms.
After cumming, Yumin checked Angel's announcement, dressed quickly, and left the Mission Room. Mikyung lay on the bed, panting roughly. He greeted his acquaintances and hurried to his private room.
Once there, he sat on the bed, clutching his head in his hands. He hated himself for feeling such intense pleasure during that disgusting sex. And discovering he got even more aroused treating a woman roughly? Shocking.
Before Paradise, as a virgin, he'd had no way to know his tendencies. But after a few fucks here, it was clear: he was a sadist with S tendencies.
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After dinner and rest, Yumin headed to the Square when the doors unlocked. He joined his group at the usual eight-person table. They exchanged greetings and sat, chatting warmly despite the grim setting—until someone approached.
"Yumin oppa, hi."
Yumin turned to see Mikyung. Why the hell is she here, acting all friendly? He stared blankly.
"Mind if I join?"
"Hmm...."
Yumin hesitated, unsure what to say. Meanwhile, she took the empty seat at the end. The mood turned icy. Everyone here knew at least vaguely about what happened between Gayoung and Mikyung—they weren't thrilled.
"Um, anything inconvenient about private room life?"
Jeongho broke the silence, trying to smooth things over. Fitting for the group's eldest. Sensing his intent, others chimed in.
"No shampoo or body wash is the worst. Washing hair with soap makes it so stiff."
Private rooms came with basics: three outfits, toothpaste, toothbrush, soap. Everything washed with soap—annoying for guys like Yumin, worse for women.
"The toilet and shower in the same room bugs me...."
Everyone nodded. It was a flush toilet, but eating with it in view? Awkward.
Conversation picked up from Jeongho. But no one addressed Mikyung. She got the hint and just listened quietly from the end. Thus, Yumin's group gained an unwelcome guest.