Episode 92 - Stage Two, Round Five
Yumin pushed his hand even deeper into Mikyung's pussy. His fingertips brushed against her uterine wall as they parted the intensely tight inner flesh.
"Aaah... It hurts... Hngh... Ahh...!"
Mikyung had been gradually adapting to Yumin's hand inside her pussy, the pain slowly easing, but as his hand began to move again, she cried out in sharp agony. Yumin realized that no matter how desperately she craved the fisting, rushing it wouldn't work. The mission's goal was to maintain vaginal fisting for at least ten minutes. Pulling his hand out past the wrist would reset the count.
Yumin withdrew his hand about halfway from her pussy. As expected, the countdown from ten minutes paused at nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds. He checked the remaining time—more than half of the one-hour limit remained, and the fisting timer had ticked down by about three minutes. Plenty of time for him to enjoy.
To truly savor the vaginal fisting, Yumin decided he first needed to stretch her pussy to accommodate his hand. He spread his fingers wide, palm facing up, gathering four of them together, and slowly probed them into her pussy.
Was it because the pressure had lessened? Instead of pained groans, moans of emerging pleasure began to spill from Mikyung's lips.
"Hngh... Uh... Hnng...!"
Yumin figured he might as well target the G-spot—the epicenter of her erogenous zones—to maximize efficiency during the fisting. He curled his fingertips slightly, lightly scraping the front wall of her pussy.
He wasn't specifically aiming for squirting, but every time his hand moved in and out, torrents of her juices gushed forth. They soaked the bedsheets completely, swelling his hand like a sponge.
Her pussy fully adapted to four fingers, accepting them effortlessly.
"Aaaah... Aaang... Haaang...!"
Now, with each thrust of his hand, fervent moans poured from her. Judging the preliminary stretching sufficient, Yumin inserted the thickest part of his hand—the base of his fingers—where she'd been complaining of pain moments before.
"Haaah... Haang... Aaaang...!"
Still, only hot moans escaped her lips—no sign of pain. Yumin pushed on to her uterine wall, as he'd attempted and abandoned earlier. Her hips bucked with a short scream, but it was fleeting. As his hand slowly reciprocated from her entrance to her depths, the pain melted away, drowned in pleasure once more.
With Mikyung fully adjusted, Yumin gained some leeway. He caressed her pussy walls with his entire palm, savoring the intricate wrinkles etched there.
Strictly speaking, true vaginal fisting meant inserting a closed fist. What he was doing now was his hand—but not a fist. The timer was counting down, but it wasn't proper fisting. So, with little time left on the clock, Yumin decided to go for the real thing.
He lightly clenched the spread hand inside her pussy. The girth changed dramatically with that simple motion alone. For Mikyung enduring it, the pressure was no joke.
"Ahh... Ahk... Hngh...!"
He hadn't even moved, but the tone and color of her moans shifted. Time was short, though—Yumin couldn't afford more consideration. He thrust his now-fisted hand deep into her pussy.
"Hngh... Haaak... It hurts... Hngh... Oppa... It's gonna tear... Hnng...!"
Mikyung thrashed wildly, her whole body convulsing as she tried to escape his hand from the excruciating pain. But Yumin, unwilling to let the dwindling timer slip away, refused to yield. Like delivering rapid body blows to a clinging enemy, he hammered his fist into her pussy relentlessly.
The sensation of her soft, hot inner flesh clamping and squeezing his fist drove him wild with excitement. Especially the jolts of pleasure when his knuckles struck her uterine wall.
Participant Lee Yumin and Participant Han Mikyung each receive 10 points.
Paradise participants, please return to your private rooms.
Lost in the rhythm of pounding his fist into Mikyung's pussy, Yumin snapped back to reality at Angel's success announcement. A twinge of regret lingered, but he slowly withdrew his fist. Faint traces of blood stained it—perhaps a small tear somewhere inside her.
Mikyung, battered by his relentless body blows, lay limp like a KO'd UFC fighter, barely conscious. A true body blow targeted between the sternum and navel, potentially rupturing organs if landed right. While external, hers had been delivered deep through her pussy—arguably even more devastating.
Even after his fist was out, her gaping pussy yawned wide open, inner walls visible as it pulsed with contractions and relaxations. Was it protesting the merciless treatment he'd given it?
Yumin averted his eyes from the wreckage he'd wrought and dressed. He headed to the Square.
His group's reactions there were as expected—even those who occasionally shot him jealous glares now avoided his eyes. Jeongho and the elders quickly wrapped things up and dispersed everyone. Thus, Yumin cleared another hurdle unscathed.
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Stage 2. Round 5. Announcing the 3rd mission participants.
Mission participants: Lee Yumin. Jeong Suji.
Please enter the Mission Room and disrobe.
As Angel's call ended, Suji naturally hooked her arm through Yumin's, who stood beside her.
"You and me, huh? Shall we go in together?"
"Yeah, Suji noona."
Arm in arm, Yumin and Suji entered the Mission Room and stripped facing each other by the bed. Despite his savage fisting of Mikyung in the previous mission, Suji's demeanor toward him remained unchanged. She never got too close or too distant—always maintaining a comfortable orbit around him. Yumin appreciated that perfect distance: no pressure, no awkwardness.
To him, Suji was always easy to be with, in daily life and missions alike. Before Paradise, she'd taught the clueless Yumin everything about women, guiding his growth. When he faced awkward spots, she'd step in seamlessly. Four years his senior, she was sturdier than the sometimes adorably childlike Seohyeon—a reliable older figure he could lean on.
Two free ejaculations from mission participant Lee Yumin onto mission participant Jeong Suji.
Time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty for failure: 3 days of fasting for mission participants.
Please begin the mission.
Suji had been calm even before the announcement, and her expression didn't flicker afterward. Not because the mission was easy—but because her partner was Yumin. She'd resolved to accept any grueling task with him, even one risking "death." Sharing final moments with someone she loved? Romantic, in its way. Despite her bold nature, she hadn't confessed yet, but her thoughts ran that deep.
Suji stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him into a gentle embrace. Their lips met. Naked, their chests pressed together, warmth flowing through breasts and mouths. Tongues danced between parted lips in a long, passionate kiss. When they separated, a thin silver thread stretched between them.
Still clinging, bodies flush, Suji looked up at him.
"Yumin, want me to suck you off first?"
"No, Suji noona. Let me do you first."
"Okay. Take care of me, then, Yumin."
Suji climbed onto the bed, lying back with legs slightly spread, positioning herself for easy access. Yumin followed, cupping her breasts softly and kneading them. He leaned down, licking her nipples. Stimulated by hands and tongue, they hardened. He suckled the erect peaks gently, flicking the tips inside his mouth, alternating sides. Occasionally, he nipped them with his teeth.
Her quiet lips began to leak moans under his tender yet firm attentions.
"Aa... Aa... Aa...!"
His hands, tongue, and lips trailed downward, over her body. Past the mound of pubic hair, he reached the mysterious slit between her thighs. Yumin vowed to uncover all its secrets.
He parted the labia, exposing the inner flesh, then probed meticulously with his tongue tip. He delved deep into her narrow entrance, explored the urethral opening above, and finally lavished extra time on the swollen clit at the top—brimming with secrets.
"Aa... Aaang... Haang...!"
Her moans sweetened, her pussy thoroughly wet. Satisfied with his thorough scouting, Yumin finally lifted his mouth from her pussy.