Stage Two, Round Four

Watching the spectacular fountain gushing from Mikyung's pussy, Yumin felt an inexplicable surge of excitement. And perhaps because of that arousal, his untouched cock began to swell slowly before fully erecting in no time.

Yumin slipped between Mikyung's widely spread legs. He thrust his cock root-deep into her swollen, sopping wet pussy in one swift motion. From the start, he pounded fiercely into the depths of her body, right up to her womb.

The pounding from Yumin's thick, long cock delivered immense pleasure to any woman. But depending on the circumstances, it could also bring nothing but pain. For Mikyung, who had already accumulated significant damage ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from the whipping, this mighty cock's relentless thrusting might actually be pure agony.

Mikyung felt considerable pain from Yumin's rough pounding, which showed no consideration for the woman. But for her, where pain was already starting to morph into pleasure, it didn't take long for the pain from the brutal thrusts to transform into ecstasy.

"Aaaahh.... Ahhh.... Aaahhaahng...."

Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes as she let out loud moans of pleasure. Her appearance was somewhat eerie, even grotesque, in a way.

Yumin's right hand still gripped the whip as he savagely drove his cock into her body. The mission goal of 50 lashes had long been exceeded, but he felt reluctant to let go of the whip that fit so perfectly in his hand. If so, he had to use it.

Without stopping his hip movements, Yumin eyed Mikyung's jiggling breasts, bouncing wildly from his powerful thrusts. They were perfect targets for the whip.

Matching the rhythm of his hips, Yumin began lashing her breasts with the whip in his right hand. Red welts quickly striped across her tits.

Yumin found it amusing. Especially intriguing was how Mikyung's pussy clenched tighter every time he whipped her breasts. Her real-time reactions were fascinating, and so was how the tightness varied by strike location. She seemed to react strongest—and clench hardest—when he targeted around her nipples.

Like a philosopher pursuing new truths or a scientist uncovering facts, Yumin explored the connections between whipping and Mikyung's bodily responses.

"Ahhng.... Ahng.... Aaahng.... Haang...."

Whether his efforts bore fruit, Mikyung cried out in a powerful moan and reached climax. Yumin, too, was feeling intense pleasure from her unusually strong contractions.

Deciding it was time to wrap up, he finally dropped the whip. Gripping her waist with both hands, he unleashed a final sprint. As the urge to cum surged, Yumin erupted strongly deep into her womb.

Since the mission required only one ejaculation, he gathered the force of his usual two loads and unleashed it even more powerfully.

Confirming mission success via Angel's message, Yumin dressed and glanced at Mikyung, sprawled limply on the bed. Her ass wasn't visible in her straight-lying position, but her breasts and the central parts of her thighs bore countless long red welts.

"Huu.... Uh.... Huuu...."

Mikyung was still out of it, lost in lingering aftershocks of pain or pleasure—or both.

Gazing at her stirred a mix of lingering desire for more and a twinge of guilt in Yumin. Afraid he might not hold back if he kept looking, he turned and headed to the square.

His group, waiting in the square, wore somewhat stiff expressions. The mission's impact had been that strong. Piercing nipples or clitorises might have been more extreme in intensity, but experiencing it firsthand versus watching were worlds apart.

Undoubtedly, swinging an intimidating whip felt far more visceral to onlookers than attaching small piercing rings.

"Yumin, good work on this mission too."

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

The eldest, Jeongho and Seohyeon, quickly softened their faces and encouraged the mission-successful Yumin.

"Glad you made it through safely."

"Yumin oppa, you did great."

"Yumin... well done...."

"Yumin oppa...."

The others reacted similarly to Jeongho and Seohyeon, swiftly shedding their tension and returning to normal.

In truth, Yumin's group knew to some extent about the past incident between his stepsister Gayeong and Mikyung. They weren't thinking this mission was revenge on Mikyung, but it was natural they didn't feel particularly sympathetic toward her.

However, Gayeong—who should want revenge most and feel the most satisfied—was instead wearing a troubled expression. This kindhearted stepsister seemed to have already forgotten her own suffering and pitied Mikyung, her former classmate, for enduring such harsh treatment.

Yumin gently stroked Gayeong's head. Her face softened instantly at the touch.

"Gayeong, you don't need to worry about it."

"Yeah.... I know, Yumin oppa...."

Looking at his ever-so-kind stepsister, Yumin felt both pity and a strange sense of seeing his own past self. He resolved to watch over and protect this anxious girl even more if left alone.

"Yumin oppa and Jiwon unnie, huh...."

At Angel's participant call, Minseo—wearing a sulky expression—pointedly reconfirmed the list in a sharp tone.

"Yeah.... looks like it."

"Jiwon, shall we go in?"

"Yeah.... Yumin."

Yumin and Jiwon entered the Mission Room together, standing side by side by the bed as they began undressing. Meanwhile, Jiwon's eyes quickly scanned the bed and its surroundings.

Jiwon had scanned the bed and surroundings busily even before discovering nothing special, but after hearing the full mission details, her expression turned somewhat disappointed.

Was it because it wasn't the mission she expected? Yumin felt similarly disappointed, though perhaps for slightly different reasons.

Free ejaculation 2 times was among the lowest in lewdness and difficulty for Paradise missions. The Yumin of not long ago would have sighed in relief and joy at such a safe, low-risk mission.

But now, Yumin had changed. Was it memories of missions with Suji or Minseo? In those, he'd far exceeded the 2-ejaculation goal, enjoying longer and more intensely.

With no specified ejaculation sites, exactly 2 cums meant instant mission success—and no more fun beyond that.

Yumin found himself amusing and surprising for even thinking this way. Just months ago, being ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠called as a participant filled him with tension; he'd been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠desperate to clear missions safely.

Now, he was plotting how to enjoy more. Was it familiarity with missions? Or confidence from holding multiple privileges as safety nets? Either way, his mindset had shifted dramatically.

"Yumin, what do you wanna do?"

Of course, Yumin wasn't the only one who'd changed. Jiwon had transformed greatly from Paradise's early days too.

Half a year had passed since participants arrived. Adapting without change would be stranger. But Jiwon had evolved in an even more distinct way.

The early Jiwon wouldn't have stood naked so casually before Yumin, chatting freely. Now, she gazed at him with subtle eyes, softly seeking his opinion.

This version of Jiwon was unimaginable back then. If past Jiwon saw her now, she'd call her insane.

If Jiwon had changed in many ways, so had Yumin—especially in how he treated women.

Yumin had always been smart and clever since childhood. But his overly kind, fragile nature somewhat clouded that sharpness. This was especially true with women.

He never took initiative, always stepping back like a fool.

But through Paradise missions meeting various women, his attitude toward them was forcibly reshaped. The passive, easily swayed Yumin was gone.

With his approach changed, his perspective on women broadened too. His old foggy view, always keeping distance, couldn't read women's inner thoughts or states, causing endless struggles.

Now, Yumin's sharp eyes pierced women's desires through subtle behavioral shifts. In other words, his clever mind—wasted on women before—was finally being fully utilized.

Jiwon, disappointed by the plain bed with no special tools and the vanilla mission. Yumin read exactly what she wanted from her expressions and reactions.

No special tools provided by Paradise? No problem. Humans were tool-using animals.

Yumin picked up his discarded shirt and pants, slowly approaching Jiwon.

Was it his sudden odd behavior? Or the desire burning fiercely in his eyes? Jiwon stepped back step by step until she tripped on the bed and fell backward.

Her lithe legs lifted slightly, exposing her clean pussy between them, further igniting Yumin's lust.

Yumin lifted her ankles. Using his pants, he bound them tightly together.

Then, with his shirt, he secured her wrists behind her back.

"Yumin.... What... are you... doing?"

Gazing at Yumin as he suddenly restrained her, Jiwon voiced confusion laced with resistance. But her voice trembled with excitement, transmitting straight to him.

Yumin even lifted her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pants, using the long legs to blindfold her eyes like a gag.

Jiwon had done bondage play with Yumin several times before. But those were mission-mandated, not his initiative.

Now, it was 100% Yumin's will restraining her completely.

Perhaps that's why—Jiwon's fear spiked at his sudden dominance. But her excitement soared even higher.

"Yumin.... What... are you... doing?"

Uncharacteristically formal with him, to the point of using polite speech.... No, Jiwon wasn't even aware she was doing it.

But hearing her polite tone only aroused Yumin more. To the point he could no longer hold back....