85. Stage Two, Round Four

It wasn't just Soyoung who was growing even more aroused. Yumin, now fully immersed in the spanking and deep throating, swung his palm in a trance while simultaneously thrusting his hips.

Before long, the urge to ejaculate surged through Yumin. Oral ejaculation wasn't even one of the mission goals to begin with. It was merely the exchange condition Soyoung had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠proposed in return for switching the spanking spots.

But Yumin, burning with heat, had no time to think about such details. He erupted deep into Soyoung's throat, unleashing his semen.

After pouring out every drop, Yumin slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. Bubbles of saliva mixed with semen immediately dribbled from the corners of Soyoung's lips.

Seeing that, Yumin winced inwardly. Then his gaze fell on Soyoung's breasts, now flushed red from his spanking.

Yumin had ejaculated outside the mission goals several times in recent missions. When spanking or whipping was required, he often far exceeded the count. He knew full well that his behavior had earned him cold stares from the women in his group.

If even his own companions reacted that way, he dreaded what the others outside the group would say now that he'd done this with one of them. He worried about the backlash when he stepped into the square later.

What was done was done. From now on, Yumin resolved to stick strictly to the mission goals.

Glancing at the wall, he saw the spanking count had already hit 50. No, it probably exceeded it again, even if it hadn't registered fully.

Anyway, with 50 spanks complete, the only remaining goal was one vaginal creampie.

Yumin climbed onto the bed. He lifted Soyoung, who was lying awkwardly on her side near the edge, and laid her straight on her back.

Drained from the rough fellatio and spanking, Soyoung went limp, letting Yumin maneuver her body as he pleased.

Yumin slipped his hand between her weakly splayed legs. Caressing her pussy with his palm, he felt her love juices coat his skin.

He then slid his fingers into her vagina. The inside was thoroughly soaked.

After thrusting his fingers a few times and pulling them out, Yumin positioned his cock. Slowly lowering his hips, he pushed into her pussy.

Soyoung's drenched folds accepted his massive cock with relative ease.

"Ahht…."

Insertion was smooth enough, but her tightness was intense. And for good reason—before Paradise, Soyoung had only ever known Junyoung. Even here, her experiences with other men ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were few.

Her pussy was shaped to fit Junyoung's average size, making Yumin's girth a tight squeeze.

Gripping her waist with both hands, Yumin gradually increased his pace, pounding deeper into her.

Soyoung's pussy slowly adapted to the path his cock had carved open during their time in Paradise.

"Ahh…. Ahh…. Ahhng…."

As her walls grew accustomed to him, each thrust brought Soyoung greater pleasure. Her mind clouded with ecstasy, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist without realizing it.

As Yumin's pounding intensified, her legs clamped tighter.

Her legs now climbed past his waist to his back, pulling his upper body down onto hers. Their chests pressed together, mashing her breasts against him.

Soyoung's arms followed, wrapping around his neck. Even then, Yumin kept bucking his hips, slamming hard into her pussy.

"Ahhng…. Ahng…. Ahhng…."

Soyoung crested into orgasm. Electricity coursed through her body in a thrilling wave as she gazed at Yumin's face right before her eyes.

Lost in pleasure, she had no thought that this was the man she'd once betrayed. She recognized him as Yumin, of course—but to her in that moment, he was simply the man dominating her body and driving her to climax.

She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. She tried to thrust her tongue into his mouth, but his lips stayed sealed.

Undeterred, she licked and sucked at them. But the rising ecstasy didn't let her continue long.

"Haa…. Haaang…. Ahhhuuung…."

As Soyoung climaxed repeatedly, Yumin felt his own release building. He didn't hold back, flooding her pussy with his semen.

Once he finished ejaculating, Soyoung's arms and legs went slack, flopping onto the bed.

Yumin pulled out of Soyoung's pussy, and Angel's mission success announcement followed immediately. He gathered his clothes, dressed, and headed to the square.

His companions were waiting there, and as expected, some shot him cold glares. But Jeongho, Seohyeon, and Suji—the elders of the group—stepped in to mediate, preventing it from escalating into a big deal.

"Haa…. Haa…. Haa…."

Not long after Yumin left for the square, Soyoung finally emerged from the afterglow of her orgasms, her ragged breathing steadying.

She slowly sat up on the bed. In the heat of pleasure, she hadn't noticed, but now the faint ache in her spanked ass and breasts registered.

Her body felt languid and weak. Yet she didn't mind the soreness or the pleasant exhaustion.

She slid off the bed, picked up her clothes, and dressed slowly before heading to the square.

Everyone had already left except one: Junyoung, her lover.

Seeing his face brought back flashes of what she'd done in the mission. Since arriving in Paradise, she'd had sex with men other than him several times right in front of his eyes.

But those were unavoidable due to missions. Junyoung had slept with other women for missions too, so he had no room to complain.

This mission, though, was different. Extremely different.

As her actions replayed in her mind—ones she hadn't realized in the moment—she felt ashamed facing him.

"Junyoung oppa…."

"Yeah…. Soyoungie…. That must've been tough. Let's head back to your room…."

"Okay…."

After their brief exchange, Junyoung turned and trudged wearily toward his private room.

No trace of anger over her sleeping with another man showed on him. Not even when she'd actively desired someone else this time.

Soyoung watched his retreating back, his slumped shoulders radiating ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no confidence, no vitality, no will to live.

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Thanks to Jeongho, Seohyeon, and Suji's help, Yumin barely dodged Minseo's icy barbs and the subtle attacks from Jiwon and Gayoung. He returned to his private room.

As if waiting, Angel's voice rang out. Round 4 was over, right on schedule.

"Yes, Angel."

"Thank you."

"Yes."

"No, I like it. It's… really great."

The Free Usage Pass privilege. Like the Diet Improvement he'd received before, it enhanced daily life in Paradise without affecting missions.

Yumin already had privileges ensuring safety for himself and his group in missions, so this was far from unwelcome. In fact, it was a relief.

With Curfew Lifted, he had no movement restrictions and frequented the second-floor amenities often. Truth be told, he was practically the only one using them.

But the points drained weren't trivial. The library cost 1 point per day—manageable—but the lounge added 1 point per hour, which added up.

Like getting soaked in a drizzle, it accumulated. So he mostly stuck to the library, avoiding the lounge unless it was something major—like a piercing mission or squirting one.

With the Free Usage Pass, that changed. He could use the lounge freely now.

Angel had worried it was too small a reward, but it scratched an itch Yumin had been feeling lately—perfect timing.

"Kang Jiwon, please."

Yumin already knew the personal details of most Paradise participants. With so few left unknown, his choice was quick.

Minseo's unpredictable, cat-like behavior intrigued him, of course. But Jiwon—whose attitude toward him had flipped 180 degrees recently—piqued his curiosity more.

So he chose her this time.

"Thank you, as always."

"P-phone sex?"

"Ah…. Yeah…. I see…."

"Uh…. Sure…. Sometime…. When I have time…."

"……."

Yumin didn't know Angel. Well, saying he didn't know her was a bit off—he'd talked with her more than anyone else in Paradise.

But even so, some things were unknowable. Sometimes he couldn't tell if her words were jokes or serious.

Like now, when she spouted lewd talk, he struggled to respond appropriately.

Still, he didn't dislike this side of her. It was absurd, sometimes cute…. Occasionally arousing.

But instinctively, he felt he shouldn't let her lead him. He already was a bit, but if he gave in more, it might spiral out of control.

He might end up teased endlessly…. So Yumin tried to play it cool, brushing off her words.

But it was getting harder to hold back each time she did this. Right now, even, his cock was starting to stiffen, putting him in a bind.