Stage Two, Round Three
Choi Junyoung paced restlessly, checking on Nam Sangmi's condition. And it was Angel who put a stop to his futile actions.
Angel delivered the facts to Junyoung, putting an end to his meaningless behavior.
Participant Choi Junyoung… Participant Nam Sangmi has already died from intestinal rupture. Leave her and return to your private room.
"…What!?"
Junyoung couldn't comprehend Angel's words at first. Intestinal rupture… already… dead?
His mind went blank, and a wave of dizziness hit him. Nam Sangmi was dead? The woman who had been perfectly fine just moments ago?
Junyoung and Nam Sangmi weren't particularly close. Hell, they had never even properly spoken to each other. But that didn't mean he could brush off her death without a care.
Even now, hearing of her death, Junyoung felt a profound shock. In his mind, the actions he'd taken during the mission replayed vividly, like a video on loop.
What if I'd controlled the water injection into her anus better?
What if I'd gotten my cock hard faster after filling her up?
And if I'd thrust quickly and ejaculated right away?
If he'd just done a little better than he had, maybe Nam Sangmi wouldn't have died. The thought made Junyoung feel like a criminal who had killed her himself.
A crushing guilt washed over him, and at the same time, the sight of Nam Sangmi's lifeless face—eyes rolled back—terrified him. It looked just like the vengeful ghost of a woman exploding with resentment over her unjust death, glaring right at him.
Junyoung hurriedly dressed and headed to the square. His lover, Seo Soyoung, looked at him with pity and said something, but it didn't register in his eyes or ears. He had no mental bandwidth to deal with her.
He brushed past Soyoung and hurried back to his private room. His body was covered in the filth Nam Sangmi had expelled, but he didn't care—he collapsed onto the bed face-first.
He tried to force himself to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, her face appeared… especially that eerie expression, as if she were blaming him. Sleep was impossible.
From that day on, Junyoung suffered from severe insomnia. And one more thing… his cock wouldn't get erect.
Was it trauma from the shock of that final ejaculation? No matter how hard he tried, his cock showed no reaction.
To survive in Paradise, he had to complete missions successfully. Missions required sex. An unerectile cock meant no sex, which meant mission failure.
The impotence itself was shocking, but realizing he was living on borrowed time was even worse.
The previous mission had produced a death after a long time—the first since entering Stage 2. And because it was such a shocking death, the atmosphere among the participants gathered in the square for the next mission was subdued.
Tension was etched on every Paradise participant's face. In that heavy mood, Angel announced the mission participants.
Stage 2. Round 3. 5th Mission Participants: Lee Yumin. Moon Seonjeong.
Participants, enter the mission room and disrobe.
Even Moon Seonjeong, who had ignored deaths around her without much concern until now, was tense this time. Nam Sangmi's death a few days ago, and the disgusting sex with Hojun in the previous mission—it all left her uneasy.
But knowing her partner was Yumin eased her mind a bit. He never disappointed; he always satisfied her. With expectations for him, Seonjeong entered the mission room and began undressing by the bed.
"Yumin. Let's do well today too."
"Yeah… sure…"
Yumin started undressing beside her. Once both were naked, Angel announced the mission details.
Participant Lee Yumin must achieve: 1 oral ejaculation and 1 vaginal ejaculation on Participant Moon Seonjeong.
Additionally, achieve 30 spankings on any body part during that time.
Time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty for failure: "Death" for mission participants.
Enjoy your time.
This mission had three goals: oral ejaculation, vaginal ejaculation, and 30 unrestricted spankings. Though three objectives, the spankings could be done alongside the others, so no extra time was needed.
Yumin hadn't used a partner change because of the spankings. He didn't want to subject his allies to it, but he figured Seonjeong could handle this easily.
As Yumin thought, Seonjeong's expression didn't change after hearing the details. For a woman who'd experienced countless men and plays in society, this was nothing.
Yumin dove in as he'd simulated mentally beforehand. He laid Seonjeong on the side of the bed so her head hung off.
She willingly let him position her. Yumin stood in front of her face and tilted her head back further.
He brought his still-soft cock to her mouth. Her lips parted like automatic doors, taking it in.
With her vision inverted, she felt dizzy, but she started sucking the cock in her mouth with her tongue alone—she couldn't move her head in this position.
Yumin's cock hardened gradually under her skilled tongue work, soon fully erect.
Grabbing her breasts, he thrust slowly into her mouth as if fucking her pussy. With her head fully tilted back, her throat was wide open, allowing his thick, long cock to plunge deeper than usual.
The spanking target wasn't specified, but Yumin had his eyes on her breasts—the silver rings piercing her nipples were too enticing to ignore.
As he fucked her mouth, he massaged her breasts first, loosening them up. Then he raised his hands and began slapping from outer to inner sides.
Her breasts jiggled wildly with each smack, the nipple rings shaking along.
Yumin wasn't one who preferred women with piercings. Or so he'd thought. He wanted his girlfriend modest, but he enjoyed seeing other women dressed slutty. Was that selfish? Or natural to vent desires he couldn't on his girlfriend onto strangers?
He still believed close women shouldn't get pierced. Yet here he was, aroused by Seonjeong's jiggling pierced tits.
His excitement built; the force in his palms grew. The sharp slaps echoed wetly.
Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
"Guhk! Urk! Guuuhk!"
Seonjeong gagged as his cock stabbed her throat, feeling like she might die. The uncontrolled hard spanks made her breasts burn too.
Already dizzy from the inverted position, her breathing grew labored as his cock blocked her throat. Consciousness blurred.
Pain from spankings, agony deep in her throat, breathlessness—it should have been torture. But an inexplicable excitement overtook her.
Each slap made her pussy twitch and leak juices. Each deep thrust whitened her mind with pleasure.
Her nipples were fully erect; her crotch soaked, juices dripping steadily.
They'd passed 30 spanks, but Yumin kept going wildly—outer to inner, inner to outer, center with nipples.
He kept thrusting his hips. As climax neared, he buried deep in her throat and erupted.
He unloaded fully, then slowly withdrew. Unswallowed cum mixed with foamy saliva dribbled from her mouth.
Post-nut clarity hit; Yumin surveyed the aftermath of his frenzy. Seonjeong convulsed slightly, legs splayed like a dissected frog.
Her cum-smeared mouth was pitiful; her breasts beet-red from the spanking. And her groin—beyond juices, she'd practically pissed herself, soaking the sheets.
Yumin moved her to the dry side, spread her legs, and thrust into her pussy.
He hugged her limp legs and started pumping. Her body flopped bonelessly, breasts jiggling weakly.
Something felt off—no reactions, and her pussy felt too loose.
He hooked fingers into the silver nipple rings and tugged gently.
"Eungh…"
Her pussy clenched hard. Satisfied, Yumin tugged the rings with each thrust.
"Ahng… Heung… Aaaah…"
Pain from her nipples roused her; she began moaning in response.
Emboldened, Yumin thrust deeper, yanking harder. He realized: harder tugs meant tighter pussy grip.
With powerful thrusts, he yanked viciously. The deep nipple piercings made them tough; even pulling her breasts upward, they held.
Seonjeong writhed in unfamiliar, intense pleasure—not just Yumin enjoying it.
"Aaaang… Ahhhng… Aaahaang…"
Her moans poured out endlessly. Lost in ecstasy, her pussy clenched on its own.
Yumin's climax surged. He kept pounding, flooding her insides with cum.