Chapter 101: Stage Two, Round Five
Choi Jun-young's impatience was mounting. His cock showed no reaction at all, and the already scant remaining time had now dwindled to less than half.
"Soyoung! What the hell are you doing right now? Say my name!!"
"Aaaah… Yumin oppa… Ahh… I'm going crazy… Aaang… I'm gonna lose my mind… Haaang…."
Jun-young pleaded desperately with Soyoung, but the response he got back was anything but what he'd hoped for. If anything, it was words that drove him even madder.
"Hey!! Seo Soyoung! What kind of bullshit is that? I said say my name, not Yumin's!!"
"Haa… Yumin oppa… Ah… I'm cumming again… Hnng… Again… I'm cumming… Haaaang…."
But Soyoung, utterly lost in the pleasure Yumin was giving her, thrashing about wildly—Jun-young's voice didn't reach her ears at all.
"Hey!! Seo Soyoung!!"
Unable to take it anymore, Jun-young shot up from his spot and grabbed Soyoung's hand, which was wrapped around Yumin's back, yanking it hard toward himself.
His sudden intrusion snapped Soyoung's hazy gaze toward him, and even Yumin halted the thrusting of his hips.
To the highly aroused Jun-young, the warning from Angel about not touching the female partner didn't even cross his mind. What did it matter anyway? At this rate, he was dead meat. Whether he did this or that, the outcome was the same for him. Knowing that, Jun-young had no choice but to go all out.
He kept pressing Soyoung relentlessly.
"Soyoung, what the fuck are you doing right now? You like Yumin that much?"
"Haa… Haa… …Yes?"
"Does it feel that good having Yumin fuck you?"
Soyoung was still deeply sunk in the swamp of pleasure, but with Yumin stopping his movements and hearing Jun-young's loud nagging, her mind cleared a bit.
"How could you forget me the second Yumin starts pounding you a little?"
"…No, Jun-young oppa… I didn't forget…."
"The hell you didn't? You were completely zoned out, screaming Yumin's name over and over like you were dying of bliss."
"……."
In truth, Soyoung had been so immersed in the pleasure from Yumin that she'd totally blanked on Jun-young's existence for a moment. She couldn't outright refute his words.
Soyoung fell silent for a bit. And as she did, the shameful lines she'd moaned out in her ecstasy, chanting Yumin's name, started flashing back to her one by one.
Suddenly, she felt mortified. That she'd done it in front of Jun-young—no, that Yumin had seen her like that—her face flushed deep red with embarrassment.
But separate from those rational thoughts, her body, interrupted mid-multiple orgasms, still craved Yumin's cock. Without realizing it, she bucked her hips once, swallowing the stationary shaft deep inside her again.
Watching her do that, Jun-young's rage only swelled further.
His eyes, ruled by fury, saw nothing else.
"You like Yumin's big dick that much? Does it feel so good having a big cock ram your slutty pussy?"
Soyoung found his words crude, but since she'd moved her hips uncontrollably during their conversation, she figured it was her fault and tried to make excuses first.
"…Huh? …No…."
"No my ass! So what, Soyoung—you'd squirt like a whore and moan like a slut no matter who fucks you, big dick or small? You fucking slut."
"……Huh?"
"I knew from the start you were a slut. A whore like you… Even if it wasn't me who seduced you back then, you'd have spread your legs for any other guy, right?"
Soyoung held back since she felt she was at fault. But as she kept listening, his words grew cruder and cruder. His final remark, though, she couldn't let slide.
"…Huh? What are you even saying? That I'd spread for just any guy?"
"You can't deny it, can you? You were dating Yumin back then, but when I took you to a motel, you followed like a good girl and spread your legs right away?"
"……."
Soyoung just shut her mouth. Not because she had nothing to say, but because Jun-young was being so absurd.
She still felt some guilt and sorry toward Yumin. But Jun-young had no right to treat her like this.
Soyoung had been a virgin until her first time with Jun-young, and before coming to Paradise, he'd been her only man. Any sex with other men since arriving in Paradise had been purely for missions—to survive.
Of course, right now, she'd gotten lost in the pleasure with Yumin and forgotten Jun-young for a bit—that much was true. But that didn't mean she could accept being called a slut or a whore.
Soyoung wasn't stupid. She now knew that Jun-young had used some underhanded tactics to steal her from Yumin back then.
In fact, reuniting with Yumin in Paradise, she'd regretted breaking up with him more times than she could count.
Girls often fall for bad boys when young, but as they mature, their tastes shift—they prefer steady, devoted men who cherish only them.
Soyoung was still young, but time had passed since then, making her far more mature now. What she hadn't understood back then, she realized now: Yumin had treasured her so deeply.
On top of that, coming to Paradise let her experience intense pleasure from Yumin she'd never known before. Sex with Jun-young hadn't even been real sex.
If Jun-young hadn't interfered back then… she'd have stayed with Yumin, and maybe kept all this joy to herself.
In that sense, Jun-young was the villain who'd torn them apart and robbed her of this bliss—a meddlesome obstacle in her love.
Even before Paradise, Soyoung had grown resentful as Jun-young, who'd showered her with gifts and attention to win her over, started neglecting her more and more after they became a couple.
Then she reunited with Yumin in Paradise, and as things with Jun-young grew even colder lately, her feelings for him had nearly vanished.
It wasn't that her heart was fickle; comparing Yumin and Jun-young's personalities, how they treated women—especially their cock sizes and skills—any woman would choose the same.
The only reasons she hadn't dumped Jun-young yet were self-reflection over leaving Yumin and loyalty for their time together.
With all that built-up resentment toward him, witnessing his behavior now erased even the scraps of affection left.
Moreover, this was mid-mission. His actions endangered her life too.
To Soyoung, Jun-young was shifting from a love-hate figure to a mortal enemy in real time.
She forcefully shook off his hand, hugged Yumin's body—which was still connected to hers—and said,
"Yumin oppa, just ignore him and keep going. I still need to finish the mission. Fuck me hard like before…."
"No way!! You're not fucking Yumin again, Soyoung."
Jun-young yanked her hand again, blocking her attempt to resume sex with Yumin.
"No, what the hell is wrong with you? Angel? This guy's keep interfering—aren't you gonna do something?"
Realizing it was hopeless, Soyoung ignored Jun-young entirely and called out to the administrator, Angel.
Come to think of it, Angel could've penalized Jun-young immediately for ignoring the warning, but she was slacking off.
And slacking off wasn't just Angel—there was one more. Yumin.
In truth, Yumin now had the ability to shield Soyoung from Jun-young's interference. But he'd let it slide.
Not because he was abandoning her. Soyoung had already met the mission goal.
She'd surpassed 80 pleasure points accumulated for a full minute before Yumin's second ejaculation.
Angel's reason for not penalizing Jun-young right away was probably similar to Yumin's. Though Angel usually acted on her whims, hard to say for sure.
Then why had Yumin kept pounding Soyoung even after his second cum? It was all for Jun-young, who still had his mission goal left.
And Jun-young had thrown that chance away himself. Even if things had continued unchanged, he probably wouldn't have succeeded anyway.
Yes! Yes! Angel has now appeared.
Participant Choi Jun-young has violated the mission warning and is now deemed to have completely abandoned the mission. Penalty: "Death" will be executed.
As soon as Angel finished speaking, Jun-young slumped to the floor in place, sliding down smoothly. He was probably dead, but it lacked any sense of grave weight.
Remaining participants Lee Yumin and Seo Soyoung have achieved the mission goals. Mission successful.
"Huh?"
Soyoung, who'd been about to beg Yumin to resume pounding once Jun-young's interference stopped, was startled.
She hadn't realized she'd already met the mission goal, so it was a natural reaction.
Confused but thrilled by the unexpected success—saving her life, how could she not be?
"Soyoung… You already filled the pleasure gauge before my second ejaculation…."
Yumin cleared up her confusion. He'd been checking her pleasure levels on the mission room wall periodically, so he knew exactly when she'd succeeded.
Hearing him, Soyoung easily pieced together how he'd acted during the mission.
She felt infinite gratitude that, in a life-or-death mission, he'd cared so meticulously about hers too.
And amid they are moving and joy, she felt a twinge of regret that she wouldn't get pounded by him again.
With some leeway now, Soyoung glanced at Jun-young collapsed by the bed.
His face down on the floor, body limply splayed. No visible wounds or anomalies—he looked so peaceful that someone unaware of his death might think he'd just passed out from exhaustion.
Gazing at him, complex emotions welled in Soyoung's heart: sadness, pity, sympathy, loneliness… They'd dated for no short time, and he'd taken her virginity, so it was natural.
But above all, what filled her heart was resentment and anger.
At the end, he'd sabotaged the mission to take them all down together. Luckily, the other two had succeeded before his interference; otherwise, it might've gone as he intended.
In other words, he'd nearly become her sworn enemy, out to steal her life.
Of course, if so, they'd both have died instantly—no chance or target left to avenge.
And before that, his crude, venomous words had wounded her deeply.
With her lingering ill will toward him now overwhelming, she couldn't just mourn his death.
Soyoung quietly averted her eyes from him.
And looked at Yumin—her lifesaver, the source of boundless pleasure and moving.
"Yumin oppa, thank you… And I'm sorry…."
Soyoung wanted to pour out all her thoughts and feelings to him right then, but they were too tangled, too immense to sort.