Desert Island BDSM Survival Game 〈 Episode 83 〉 Stage Two, Round Four (83/348)
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Hojun had simply inserted his cock into Seonjeong's pussy and ejaculated. He had barely moved at all. Yet the pleasure was overwhelmingly immense. It was so intense that it surpassed the limits Hojun could endure. So for now, he decided to pull back once.
Hojun slowly withdrew his cock from Seonjeong's pussy. But extracting the shaft buried deep inside her wasn't easy. His hypersensitive cock transmitted excruciating waves of pleasure. Hojun gradually pulled his hips back and finally managed to draw out up to the glans. But then Seonjeong's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing him, and his cock plunged deep back into her pussy.
“Hrngh!”
“Aaaah… aaah…”
Seonjeong climaxed just from Hojun's cock slamming back into her depths, her hips bucking wildly up and down. Her eyes were bloodshot with veins bulging, glazed over in ecstasy. Saliva drooled from her slack, open mouth. Her mind was a chaotic mess, filled only with the desire for sex and pleasure—nothing else.
Seonjeong clung to Hojun's waist with both legs, thrusting her pubic bone forward and shaking her ass vigorously up and down. Her frenzied, pleasure-driven movements delivered equally overwhelming ecstasy to Hojun. Normally, after ejaculating, his erection would start to fade by this point. But Hojun's cock remained rock-hard—in fact, harder and larger than ever.
Compared to Seonjeong, the aphrodisiac's effects had spread more slowly through Hojun, leaving him with some shreds of reason. In his mind, the urge to savor more pleasure battled against the need to complete the mission. But the fight didn't last long. The scales tipped quickly to one side. Following Seonjeong, who had already lost her reason and become a slave to ecstasy, Hojun too devolved into a beast driven solely by pleasure.
Thus, on the mission room bed lay not two people, but two beasts pursuing only carnal bliss. Hojun thrust his cock savagely into Seonjeong's pussy, while she shook her hips and waist even more fiercely to take him deeper and feel more.
Hojun shook his hips violently while reaching out with both hands. He seized Seonjeong's breasts and kneaded them roughly. His grip wasn't weak, and he squeezed with all his might—it should have hurt. But Seonjeong couldn't even feel the pain.
“Aaaah… haaang… aaah…”
Far from pain, she moaned in pleasure from Hojun's brutal handling. As his hands gripped her breasts, his palms brushed the piercing rings through her nipples. In a previous mission, Hojun had been mesmerized by those rings and wanted to touch them, but Seonjeong had forbidden it. Now, things were different.
Hojun pinched both piercing rings between his fingers and yanked hard. It wasn't a conscious memory of past desire—it was pure instinct. Yumin had tugged her piercings quite firmly before, but he had reason and stayed within bounds of common sense. Hojun had no such restraint left. To him, only the thrill of pulling the rings and the resulting clench of Seonjeong's pussy mattered.
Her nipples stretched impossibly far under his pull—enough to make one question human limits. Then, with a small tearing sound, the left piercing ring ripped free from her nipple.
“Aaaack… ahh… haaaack…”
Seonjeong let out a scream-like moan and unleashed a powerful stream of urine toward Hojun's lower abdomen. At that instant, her climaxing pussy contracted so fiercely it felt like it would crush his cock. Overwhelmed by the agonizing pleasure of her squeeze, Hojun couldn't hold back and erupted deep inside her pussy.
Hojun and Seonjeong had experienced continuous waves of pleasure that would normally leave them utterly drained, begging for rest after even one. But it still wasn't enough. They thirsted for more. Ejaculation and climax should have cooled them somewhat, yet they burned hotter.
Still connected below, Hojun lowered his head and greedily licked Seonjeong's breasts. Licking wasn't enough—he bared his teeth and bit into them. Unsatisfied, he gnawed and sucked her nipples viciously. Blood trickled from her half-torn left nipple, but Hojun ignored it, licking and sucking mindlessly. Seonjeong, who should have felt pain, merely writhed in ecstasy. In fact, when he sucked the wounded nipple, she clenched her pussy harder in greater pleasure.
It wasn't enough for Seonjeong—far from it. With Hojun fixated on her breasts and his hips stalled, he couldn't fill her void. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, then rolled their bodies half a turn to the side. Naturally, she mounted him, reversing their positions.
Seonjeong sat up atop Hojun, hands on his lower abdomen, and began shaking her ass back and forth vigorously. Not enough—she lifted it high and slammed it down. She pistoned her hips wildly.
Hojun had cum twice already, yet his cock stayed rigid. Seonjeong impaled herself deeply and powerfully on his unusually firm shaft.
“Aaaah… ahhh… aaaah… aaaaah…”
Drowning in overflowing pleasure, Seonjeong had completely lost control of her body. Her current state was extraordinary—beyond words. Fluids leaked from nearly every orifice. Tears streamed from her eyes, saliva from her mouth, and with each surge of pleasure, short bursts of urine sprayed from her urethra. Her pussy, of course, gushed love juices like an open faucet.
Seonjeong climaxed again. Actually, "again" understated it. Since the mission began, she had rarely gone without pleasure exceeding climax. Normally, she might climax at 80 arousal; now, she idled above 80, spiking to 100-120 at peaks. Such excess would normally turn to pain, but she couldn't perceive it—only bliss.
“Aaaaah……”
After a prolonged moan of climax, Seonjeong collapsed onto Hojun like a puppet with cut strings. Hojun, reveling in her intense movements, went mad when the pleasure abruptly stopped. He embraced her and rolled them half over again, returning to missionary. He began thrusting into her pussy himself.
Seonjeong's face—eyes rolled back, tongue half out—was grotesque, but Hojun didn't care. Her body was warm, her pussy still clenched perfectly around him. That sufficed. Still, he felt a twinge of regret: she lay limp like a corpse, unresponsive to his thrusts.
With her motionless, Hojun shook his hips even harder, lost in satisfying his urges. He had always been honest about his desires, but now he was more primal than a dog in heat.
His heart pounded insanely fast, breathing labored and suffocating. He pushed through for more pleasure, thrusting faster.
“Hng! Hng! Hng! Hrngh!”
It surpassed mere breathlessness. No matter how raggedly he gasped, his lungs demanded more oxygen. His racing heart began to ache—like it was being squeezed in a fist. Suddenly, his mind went blank white, vision spinning. Unaware, he slowly collapsed onto Seonjeong.
On the mission room bed, Hojun lay atop Seonjeong, both utterly still. The Paradise participants in the square instantly grasped the mission's outcome. They weren't moving—and wouldn't. Time remained, but it meant nothing now. Silence blanketed the mission room and the square. Then Angel's announcement shattered it.
Participant Son Hojun and Participant Mun Seonjeong's “death” has been confirmed.
Therefore, this mission is a failure.
However, since both participants have died, we will end the mission here.
2nd Stage. 4th Round. 4th Mission ends here. The next mission will be the 5th Mission.
Paradise participants, please return to your individual rooms.
This mission's goals—vaginal ejaculation once and anal ejaculation once—were fairly straightforward. Time was ample. Hojun had ejaculated inside her pussy countless times, but he never achieved the second: anal ejaculation. Or rather, he couldn't.
Of course, he had chances and time to succeed. But from the start, the heavily drugged Seonjeong and Hojun lacked the reason to seize them.
Even after Angel's announcement, silence lingered in the square. No one moved. It wasn't the first death in a mission, but familiarity never came.
“Then… shall we head back to our rooms?”
“Yes, honey…”
“Yeah, Jeongho hyung.”
They couldn't linger forever. Jeongho broke the silence first, and Seohyeon and Yumin followed. What was there to say? Mourn the sacrifice? Grieve their tragic end? Pity stirred, but genuine sorrow? They had little connection. Seonjeong and Hojun hadn't bonded with Yumin's group—in fact, the group had kept them at arm's length.
This Paradise, a microcosm of society, proved more starkly than the real world: you get treated as you act.
With bitter expressions and no further words, Yumin's group turned toward their individual rooms.