Stage Two, Round Three

Yumin savored Minseo's breasts—their soft, yielding plushness paired with just the right bouncy resilience that flicked his buried fingers away. He licked the cute pink nipple protruding proudly from the center of that perky mound. Not satisfied with mere licks, he caught the nipple between his lips and sucked gently, teasing the tip with his tongue.

"Nngh... mmph... hngh..."

As Yumin enjoyed her breasts, short moans leaked from Minseo's lips, like a kitten in distress. Come to think of it, Minseo was like a cat. Her face blended innocent cuteness without a hint of sharpness, alongside a haughty, aloof charm that evoked felines. She always seemed to prowl nearby, yet slipped away the moment you reached for her—playful and elusive. Just when you thought you had her figured out, her unpredictable nature made her impossible to pin down, much like a cat.

Yumin buried his face between her slender thighs. Parting the vertically elongated slit of her pussy, the inner folds—only just beginning to glisten with moisture—peeled apart. He carefully licked her impeccably clean, purely innocent pale-pink inner flesh. His desire was swelling gradually, but it felt too fragile to unleash fully on such delicate flesh.

Under his devoted caresses, Minseo's pussy gradually grew wet. Yumin brought his tongue tip to the entrance where droplets of love juice were just forming and lapped lightly. The crystal-clear beads had almost no taste, yet somehow felt sweetly fresh to him, like virgin honey. If Suji's nectar was like matured wine with deep flavor, Minseo's was the fresh nectar a butterfly had just gathered.

Avoiding her clitoris, Yumin circled the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠surrounding area with his tongue tip, teasing her mercilessly. Once she'd been sufficiently tormented, he finally brought his tongue directly to her hypersensitive clit.

"Hngh... ahng... hnght..."

Minseo's moans grew clearer and more distinct. The intensifying stimulation made it impossible for her to hold them back any longer. Her pussy was plenty wet now—fully prepared to welcome and pleasure a man. Yumin's cock, though not directly stimulated, had hardened completely just from caressing her body. He moved to insert it into her pussy to begin the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mission.

But Minseo hurriedly stopped him.

"Haa... haa... Yumin oppa... wait a sec..."

Breathless from his earnest foreplay, she caught her breath and slowly sat up. Kneeling, she lowered her head between the legs of Yumin, who had been preparing to penetrate her.

"Yumin oppa... let me... suck it too..."

Without waiting for his reply, Minseo engulfed his erect cock fully into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking vigorously—a proper, committed effort. Her breath hadn't fully steadied, so the hot puffs from her nose intensified against his lower abdomen. Was this her way of repaying his devoted attentions? She sucked his cock with real enthusiasm.

"Churp... glrk... slurp..."

Occasionally wincing as the cock grazed her throat, she didn't stop—in fact, she sped up her head movements. This wasn't mere pre-penetration fellatio; she was dead set on making him cum. Yumin had no reason to refuse. It felt so good he almost wanted to hurry up and shoot into her mouth.

Strong jets erupted from Yumin's urethral opening, flooding every corner of Minseo's mouth. She gulped down the mouthful of semen eagerly. Even after his prolonged ejaculation ended, she kept his cock in her mouth. After swallowing, she resumed bobbing her head and sucking.

Minseo had never even kissed before coming to Paradise—Yumin was the first man in her life. To emphasize: she hadn't been unable to, but simply hadn't. With her beauty and perfect figure, she couldn't have lacked admirers. Plenty of guys had chased her. But her ideal was a reliable man she could depend on, and her peers seemed far too immature.

In truth, Yumin was only three years older. Yet to her, he stood worlds apart from the classmates and seniors she'd known—still sheltered under their parents' wings, unlike Yumin, who shouldered responsibility as the family head, caring for his little sister. That maturity, combined with his diligence and kindness, had pierced straight to her heart.

With zero prior male experience, Minseo had keenly observed Yumin's missions outside the mission room, studying how the women pleasured him. Her main references were Suji from their group and—though not one of them—Seojeong, who seemed richly experienced. Suji was both her rival and a benchmark she yearned to surpass.

Her current fellatio drew heavily from Suji's techniques on Yumin. But as in wuxia tales, you could mimic the visible forms of a superior martial art spied upon, not the inner cultivation method. Minseo's external motions looked convincing, but her internal tongue work was pure novice. Still, that didn't make it any less pleasurable for Yumin. The building urge to cum returned swiftly.

"Hngh... Minseo. I'm... gonna cum again..."

But she showed no mercy, sucking faster and drawing him deeper. He could have pulled out by force, but it felt too good to bother. Inevitably, he came a second time in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

"Minseo, hold on..."

Yumin grabbed her head to stop her from starting again. Pleasure aside, this couldn't go on. Time remained ample, but the mission hadn't progressed at all. What was she after? Draining every last drop from his balls? Or outdoing Suji, who had made him cum four times last mission? At this point—with two creampies still pending—she was already tied.

Three in a row had always been tough for Yumin, so he decided on two vaginal orgasms, opting for a brief rest. Minseo, lost in a trance-like fervor, was tiring too. Releasing his cock, she lay flat on the bed, panting raggedly while swallowing the lingering semen in her mouth.

Refreshed, Yumin spread the legs of the reclining Minseo and positioned himself between. Gripping his cock, he pressed the glans to her pussy slit and rubbed. This was to re-harden himself, give her a moment to recover, and re-wet her dryness—not because he feared another draining blowjob.

The instant he was erect, Yumin thrust into her pussy. Considerable mission time had passed, but they finally started. He slowly pushed into her virgin-tight depths. Vaginal tightness wasn't strictly tied to inexperience—skilled, experienced women could clench powerfully on demand. But Minseo needed do nothing; her natural grip was intense enough to thrill any man.

Splitting her inner folds, he drove in deep. As proper sex began, her moans turned full-throated.

"Aang... aaang... ahng..."

Yumin had cum twice already, both via fellatio. Some women got aroused enough from sucking to orgasm, but not Minseo. This was the real start—for the mission and for her.

He aimed for a quick first vaginal creampie. Wrapping her slim thighs in his arms, he pistoned rapidly.

"Aa... aaang... aht... ahnght..."

Minseo hit her first climax, her walls clamping like a vice and pushing Yumin over the edge. Semen spurted in thick ropes from his glans. The sensation differed vastly from her mouth. After unloading, he resumed thrusting gently, stroking her thighs. Gradually accelerating, he gripped her narrow waist and hammered hard.

"Ahnght... eung... ah-eung..."

She climaxed again, back arching wildly. But Yumin's onslaught ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠intensified; her moans came ceaselessly. By his fourth overall cum, it was harder to reach. She writhed in escalating pleasure.

Completing his second creampie, Yumin pulled out. Angel's success message chimed.

The mission was over, so sex ended—but for Minseo, it lingered. More precisely, she was still lost in the afterglow, wandering its haze. Her gaze on the ceiling was glazed; occasional spasms wracked her hips with faint moans.

"Eunght... nght..."

Yumin's relentless barrage had left her teetering on endless peaks. Dressed now, he helped the limp Minseo up and clothed her too.

"Minseo, can you walk?"

"Nng... Yumin... oppa... yeah..."

Supporting her, he led her out. Pressed close, each step made her feel as if his cock still filled her—subtle pleasure tingling between her thighs, love juice trickling.

At the square, their group welcomed them as always, offering brief congratulations and encouragement for the success.

"Good work, both of you."

"Yumin, Minseo... that must've been tough, right?"

Unnoticed by others, a brief glance passed between Minseo and Suji. If decoded: Suji's was "Well, look at you—got some moves." Minseo's: "How's that, unnie? I won, right?" Suji: "You didn't win." Minseo: "Just watch—I'll beat you someday." Something like that, anyway. Only they knew the true thoughts.