Episode 90. Stage Two, Round Five

Yumin felt genuine joy thinking of his beloved older brother and sister figures, Jeongho and Seohyeon. Yet at the same time, a twinge of jealousy stirred within him. Seohyeon loved Jeongho, and she could sense it even more intensely from the way he gazed at her. But right now, it was Yumin himself pounding into her. He wished that even if Seohyeon thought of Jeongho every hour of the day, during the moments she was taking him inside her, she would think of him.

Yumin hoped that even if it wasn't to the same degree as her feelings for Jeongho, at least half of that—or even a fraction—would be directed toward him while he was buried deep. Even if she adored everything about Jeongho, he wanted her to crave and love his cock more—at least when it came to sex, if nothing else.

Gripping Seohyeon's waist firmly with both hands in gratitude, Yumin lifted her slightly. Seohyeon, who had been building toward peak arousal, panicked as his cock suddenly slipped out of her pussy.

Yumin turned her around to face him, aimed his cock at her entrance, and lowered her back down. Her sopping wet pussy, dripping with arousal, swallowed him to the hilt in one go.

"Hngh…."

Seohyeon was already highly excited. She wanted to shake her hips again, driving him deeper inside. But Yumin held her waist tight with both hands, locking her in place. His long, thick cock pressed right against her womb, sending waves of pleasure through her. Yet it wasn't enough. The stimulation fell short of pushing her to climax. Her rising pleasure curve stalled, leaving her frustrated and desperate.

Instinctively, she tried lifting her ass or rocking back and forth, but Yumin's iron grip thwarted every attempt.

"Yumin… why…."

Why was he stopping her now, after always wanting her to move on her own? Seohyeon couldn't understand.

Yumin met ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her eyes—wide and pleading like a puppy's, gazing up at him from within his embrace.

"Seohyeon noona… do you want it?"

"…Yeah."

"Seohyeon noona. Do you want my cock?"

"Yumin… we said we wouldn't use words like that…."

"No. I need to know what you want so I can give it to you."

"…."

"You don't want it?"

"…I do."

"So… what do you want?"

Seohyeon found Yumin infuriating for dragging it out when he already knew. But her thirst grew unbearable.

"C… cock… I want it."

"Pardon? I couldn't hear that."

"Yumin… I want your cock…."

"Good job, Seohyeon noona. See? You can do it."

"…I don't know."

Her face flushed crimson, on the verge of bursting. She'd forced the words out against her shame, unable to hold back her desire. Now it was time to reward her effort.

Yumin lifted her up and slammed her down, bouncing her ass upward.

"Ahng…!"

Caught off ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guard, Seohyeon shattered as his cock speared her womb. But Yumin's assault was just beginning. He thrust hard and repeatedly against her inner walls.

"Ah! Ahng… hngh…."

Powerful moans spilled from her lips nonstop. Having been teased to the edge earlier, she reignited in seconds. Overwhelmed, she leaned her head on his shoulder, clinging to him and whimpering.

Unlike when she'd locked eyes with Jeongho moments ago, her mind now filled only with Yumin's cock and the desperate chase for climax.

Yumin savored how she hugged him tighter with every bounce, pressing her massive breasts against him. He'd stuck to the sitting position all day, leaving his muscles sore and him a bit unsatisfied, but he didn't stop servicing Jeongho. No—in repayment for stealing her gaze, he decided to give Jeongho a proper show of the penetration.

Yumin lifted her higher, nearly letting his cock slip free until just the head caught at her entrance. Then he dropped her waist while thrusting his hips up hard, burying himself balls-deep once more.

"Aaaahng…!"

He pistoned long, powerful strokes, maximizing his full length.

"Ahng… ahng! Aaaang…."

With his upgraded pounding, Seohyeon wailed whether he was plunging in or pulling out. Just as Yumin wanted, in this brief moment, Jeongho vanished from her thoughts. She forgot where she was, what she was doing—reduced to a single, cock-craving female lost in ecstasy.

As Seohyeon drowned in pleasure inside the mission room, Jeongho watched from outside, succumbing to his own bliss. Eye contact had been nice, but seeing her back turned, utterly lost in sex, wasn't bad either. Clinging to Yumin as he fucked her, it looked like she'd given him her body and heart. That perverse thrill excited Jeongho more than before.

He fought the urge to yank down his pants and stroke himself. Then Yumin and Seohyeon's thrusting intensified. His extraordinary cock slammed from tip to base into her in one motion. Watching, Jeongho's excitement hit shocking heights. His painfully erect cock in his pants reached its limit.

He came inside his pants—his first ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands-free orgasm since wet dreams fifteen years ago. Already soaked with precum, his pants now grew even wetter with thick semen.

Post-climax clarity returned. The wet pants were one thing, but the smell was unavoidable. Jeongho edged away from the group. They were all fixated on the steamy sex inside, so it wasn't hard. Staring at the mission room's hot, sticky gale, he pondered cleanup—unlike before.

"Aaaang… ahng… ang…."

Seohyeon climaxed. Who knew how many times? Counting was impossible. Yumin's own release surged. Thrusting deep into her womb, he unleashed his load.

Spent, he gently lifted her off, pulling out, and laid her beside the bed.

Yumin felt unusually drained today. Sticking to one position had strained specific muscles. He stood from the bed, stretching by bending, sitting, standing. Loosened up, he dressed, then helped Seohyeon—still lost in the afterglow—into her clothes.

Supporting her, he headed to the square. The group waited as usual to greet the mission victors. The difference? Jeongho, always first to welcome them, now lagged behind.

Yumin discreetly checked him. The pants that should be tented were flat—instead, soaked beyond mere precum. He instantly understood: Jeongho had cum.

"Hey, Jeongho hyung—and everyone… sorry, but Seohyeon noona and I are beat. Can we skip greetings and head straight to our rooms?"

"Uh… yeah."

"Sure, Yumin."

"Got it, Yumin oppa."

No objections. A few shot him sharp looks, but nothing major. The group dispersed quickly. Jeongho hurried to his room faster than ever.

Evening square opened, and Yumin's crew gathered as normal. Jeongho ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seemed back to usual—pants changed, but identical spares blended in. Luckily, only Yumin noticed. Even perceptive Seohyeon, closest to him, had been too blissed out.

Yumin felt relieved yet curious. What if Seohyeon learned of Jeongho's netorare fetish? Disappointment? Sorrow? Or would it ease things, letting them flow better? Today's mission showed positive potential. The first step landed well. But Yumin wouldn't rush. He'd guide them gradually toward true honesty—for Jeongho's sake, Seohyeon's, and his own.

Yumin entered the mission room and began undressing beside the bed. Mikyung followed, stripping nearby while her eyes darted around the bed and surroundings, scanning for odd items. The whip marks from last mission lingered vividly in her mind. Not just her mind—faint red welts still scarred her breasts, ass, and inner thighs even after half a month.

"Yumin oppa… please take good care of me today too…."

She looked up at him naked, her words ambiguous. Pleading for gentleness if it was rough like before? Or begging for hot satisfaction? Her lust-glazed eyes suggested the latter—but the mission reveal might flip that.

Mikyung's aroused eyes widened in shock upon hearing it all. Vaginal fisting meant shoving a hand—not a cock—into the pussy. Yumin's cock was thick, but his hands weren't small. Hardened by labor, they were large and rough.