84. Stage Two, Round Four

Soyeong had been troubled lately. The main cause was her lover, Junyoung... and Yumin.

For Soyeong, Junyoung had been her sole pillar of support in this Paradise where she had no one else to rely on. Even if it wasn't for long, just chatting with him during the times the square was open was enough to ease her loneliness and anxiety to some extent. That had been the case until a few months ago.

But with every mission alongside Yumin, Soyeong found herself gradually being swept away. Still, she tried her best to steel her heart. She had no right to turn back to Yumin after abandoning him like that in the past. Besides, her current lover was Junyoung. She had to look only to him, rely only on him.

Junyoung, too, had done his best to be a man Soyeong could depend on—the one and only companion she had in Paradise. But lately, he had changed dramatically. More precisely, ever since that shocking mission with Nam Sangmi.

During that enema mission with Sangmi, Junyoung had witnessed her death up close, and it hit him hard. Right before his eyes, a person had died because of his own actions—who wouldn't be traumatized by that?

The shock kept him from showing up in the square for nearly a week, even when it was open. Afterward, he managed to pull himself together a bit and started appearing again, but he was still trapped in the trauma, sunk deep into depression.

"Junyoung oppa... are you... okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine, Soyeong..."

Soyeong sat beside Junyoung, who was slumped listlessly with a gloomy expression, trying to comfort him somehow, but no words came to mind.

She glanced slowly around. Far off, Yumin and his group occupied a whole table, chatting animatedly in high spirits. They'd always been like that, but with Paradise's participants dwindling sharply lately, they stood out even more. No—now, they were the only ones left in the square.

Apart from Yumin's group, only Soyeong and Junyoung remained, plus Mikyung sitting off by herself, staring at Yumin's crew.

If only I could be part of that group... The thought flashed through Soyeong's mind, and she shook her head violently to banish it.

Confirming no one was paying attention to their table, she slyly slipped her hand under it. Her target: the front of Junyoung's pants.

Her fingers touched his limp cock—it felt shrunken, much smaller than usual.

Paradise forbade skinship outside missions by default. But they didn't crack down on sneaky stuff like this. It was more like they turned a blind eye as long as no trouble arose.

Of course, if one person forced it and the other resisted, causing a scene, they'd intervene immediately—like that early tutorial incident. Nam Sanghyeon had defied the rules, tried to force himself on someone, and ended up dead.

As always, Soyeong fondled Junyoung's cock over his pants. Partly to cheer up her dejected lover, partly to relieve her own pent-up desires.

In the old days, even this much teasing in a place like Paradise—where lust built up inevitably—would have gotten him rock-hard in no time. And in his excitement, Junyoung would have reached between her legs to stroke her pussy in return.

But there was zero reaction.

Thinking maybe she needed to amp it up, Soyeong slid her hand inside his pants to touch it directly.

"Soyeong... that's enough now."

Junyoung grabbed her hand before it could delve deeper and placed it back on her thigh.

She wanted to try harder, but his sad expression made it impossible.

"I'm just... a bit tired today..."

"Okay... I get it, Junyoung oppa."

From that day on, Junyoung rejected her advances completely. He wouldn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even let her hands touch his body anymore.

Through his unresponsive cock and his reactions, Soyeong realized he was suffering from erectile dysfunction due to psychological trauma.

She pitied him, of course—but she could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no longer ignore her own mounting frustrations. With no help from Junyoung, her masturbation became inevitable.

At first, while pleasuring herself, she tried recalling the passionate times she'd shared with him. But it was no use. Far too lacking.

Not lacking—more like more intense scenes were overwriting those memories.

In the end, her mind filled with the sex she'd watched Yumin have with other women in the square, not missing a single detail.

Imagining Yumin's massive cock plunging in and out of a woman's pussy, Soyeong shoved fingers into her own.

No, that's not it. She was dissatisfied. Her slender fingers couldn't replicate that thick shaft.

She added another finger. Still not enough. Only with three did she start to feel some satisfaction.

Gathering her index, middle, and ring fingers, Soyeong pistoned them rapidly into her pussy while vividly replaying Yumin's intense fucks.

Her arousal built quickly. Before long, the woman in her fantasies had become herself.

"Yumin oppa... harder... deeper... fuck me..."

Chanting his name, she recalled that thick, long cock pounding her pussy—the sensations, the pleasure—and thrust her fingers faster, deeper.

That day, she climaxed for the first time in ages. And afterward, her sessions only increased.

On mission days with Yumin, she'd rush back to her private room right after and start immediately. Naturally, fantasizing about the sex he'd just had—and superimposing herself as his partner.

Whipped harshly by Yumin. Restrained hand and foot, utterly ravaged. And with those visions, Soyeong came again.

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"Junyoung oppa... I'll be back."

"Yeah, Soyeong..."

Soyeong, standing beside Junyoung, gave him a brief goodbye when her name was called as a participant.

The old Junyoung would have struggled to hide his anger at his lover being picked for a mission. But now, drained of all vitality like he'd lost the will to live, there was no trace of that on his face.

His expression, far more haggard than before, was deeply shadowed, screaming utter apathy.

Soyeong, who should have felt slighted by her lover's nonchalance, was too preoccupied with other thoughts to notice.

She entered the mission room and began undressing by the bed. Yumin, the other participant, stripped in front of her.

It had been a while since ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her last mission with him, but thanks to fantasizing about him—and masturbating to it—almost daily, it felt anything but strange. If anything, the moment her eyes hit his cock, it was like yesterday it had been sliding in and out of her body.

Yumin hadn't brought any of his women along because of the 50-spank requirement. But Soyeong, thrust into it for that very reason, recalled the women he'd spanked before—and was already aroused.

Truth be told, she'd been excited from the moment her name was called alongside his.

That said, she was a bit disappointed that beyond 50 spanks, the only other goal was a single creampie.

For quick completion, Yumin had her kneel at the bed's edge, upper body draped over it—presenting her ass perfectly for spanking. He started slapping it with his palm.

Five... ten... With each count, his strikes grew harder, her cheeks reddening hotly.

"Ahh! It hurts... Yumin oppa..."

Of course she cried out in pain, but his palm didn't stop. She twisted toward him, hiding her ass.

His hand swung through empty air. Soyeong looked up at him coyly and spoke.

"Um... Yumin oppa... sorry, but my ass hurts so much from all this... Could you... spank my... breasts instead?"

"Breasts?"

Yumin didn't particularly want to chat with her, but he had no choice here. He'd hear her out.

"Yes, my tits... In return, I'll... suck yours..."

Not waiting for an answer, Soyeong lay back with shoulders hooked over the bed's edge, presenting her breasts. Recalling a past time he'd cum in her mouth, she tilted her head off the side, ready.

Just from the position, Yumin got it. She was trading body parts for deepthroating—full throat penetration.

Not a bad deal for him. Why refuse free service during what would otherwise be a dull spanking session?

He shoved his still-soft cock into her mouth and raised his palm to smack her tits—outer to inner, inner to outer, even the nipples at the center. Evenly all over.

It spread the pain for her and, more importantly, kept it fun for him.

Meanwhile, his cock hardened fully in her mouth. He swung his palm and thrust his hips.

"Hnggh... glrk... hnggh..."

It was more intense than she'd expected. Breasts hurt worse than an ass, naturally—less flesh, and super-sensitive erogenous zones like nipples.

And that cock ramming her throat? Beyond pain—it choked her breath.

Yet amid the agony, Soyeong felt excitement eclipsing it many times over. Her nipples stood erect, hypersensitive to every slap. The slight asphyxia flooded her dizzy brain with extra pleasure hormones.

Each deep thrust into her throat, each harsh tit-slap—clear, slick ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nectar poured from her pussy.