82. Stage Two, Round Four

As Yoo-min emerged into the square supporting Jiwon, the eyes of their waiting companions darted about in confusion all at once.

Yoo-min had navigated countless missions far more intense and explicit than the one just completed. But in all those cases, the mission objectives themselves demanded it. Sure, he'd occasionally gone a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bit overboard in achieving them, but there was always some excuse—too focused on the goal, or too tense, something like that.

But this last mission offered no such wiggle room. The clear objective was two free ejaculations, yet Yoo-min had bound Jiwon's limbs and even blindfolded her, actions utterly unrelated to the task. From the perspective of the group watching Yoo-min and Jiwon, it was incomprehensible.

"Hmm... good work, both of you...."

Even Jeongho, who usually covered for Yoo-min's excesses and smoothed over any grumbling, took a step back this time.

"Yoo-min oppa? Why the hell did you tie up unnie like that?"

Jeongho's reaction was mild by comparison. There were others, like Minseo, who huffed openly and voiced their criticism without restraint.

What was Yoo-min supposed to say here? That I got too excited and lost control? Or tell the truth: Jiwon gets turned on when she's tied up, so I did it? Either way, someone was coming off as a total pervert—it was just a question of whether it was him or Jiwon.

"Come on, everyone! Angel said to head back to our private rooms quick, right? Let's go already. Yoo-min, Jiwon, you too.... Jeongho oppa, Seohyeon unnie, let's get back fast."

"Yeah, sure. Suji's right."

"Yeah, Suji. Back to the private rooms."

Thankfully, someone stepped in to bail Yoo-min out: reliable Suji as always. With Jeongho and Seohyeon chiming in, the awkward tension eased in an instant. Well, not fully resolved, but the immediate fire was out. Minseo still looked pissed, but she had no choice except to turn and trudge back to her room.

Yoo-min let out a quiet sigh of relief where no one could see. Then his gaze met his stepsister Gayeong's. She looked on the verge of tears, her face crumpled in misery. He wanted to comfort her somehow, but before he could, she spun around and headed to her room. Yoo-min reached out to stop her, to say something reassuring, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to. What could he even say right now? With no words coming to mind, he just let her go.

For the next few days, whenever the square opened, Yoo-min had his hands full soothing a grumbling Minseo, who wore a perpetually sour expression. Jeongho, Seohyeon, and Suji's cover helped him weather it unscathed. But some issues couldn't be brushed off that easily—like Jiwon's attitude toward him.

Yoo-min had agreed with Jiwon to act normal around the group, not as master and slave. She called him by name like before, no honorifics. But that was the only change. When talking to him, she'd avoid his eyes, gaze downward, her tone deferential. And if he asked for anything—even if it wasn't directed at her—she'd jump in like a dutiful maid, complying without hesitation.

She wasn't calling him "Master" or using formal speech, but otherwise, it was exactly like a true master-slave dynamic. The others were starting to notice. Well, except for perpetually complaining Minseo and teary-eyed Gayeong—everyone else pretended not to.

Yoo-min considered explaining ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠himself or talking to Jiwon about dialing it back, but he let it go. Letting the group subtly catch on to her inclinations might be better for the future. Time heals all wounds, or so they say. Everything would sort itself out eventually. With that easy mindset, he dumped the problem on his future self.

The square erupted in murmurs the moment Angel named the mission participants. The reason was obvious: Lee Yumin's name wasn't on the list. Anyone who hadn't figured it out yet was either clueless or brain-dead.

Based on past patterns, missions without Yumin fell into two categories: filthy ones or dangerous ones. The former he might stomach reluctantly, especially since this wasn't the first time for the Son Hojun-Mun Seonjeong pairing. Last mission, Hojun—the male participant—had to rim Seonjeong, the female. But there was no guarantee this one would be the same. If anything, following a dirty mission made the odds favor something dangerous this time.

Harboring ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unease, Hojun and Seonjeong entered the mission room and stripped beside the bed. Seonjeong still looked reluctant and anxious, but seeing her naked body ignited excitement in Hojun over any worry. He ogled her up and down shamelessly. With Seonjeong as his partner, he was confident he could handle even the nastiest mission.

No specified order for vaginal and anal creampies, so going straight from pussy to ass avoided any hygiene issues. An hour was plenty of time, and by now, death as a failure penalty barely fazed Paradise participants—it was routine. In short, a bog-standard mission. Easy by difficulty standards.

But would Yumin really skip something this tame? Just as Hojun and Seonjeong started to relax, Angel's announcement continued.

Heroin is opium from poppies, refined and processed into the pinnacle of addictive, dangerous drugs. Its name even nods to "hero"—the king of narcotics. Sure, even stronger drugs existed, but they were treated as outright poisons, ultra-illegal.

In other words, this mission's aphrodisiac was no different. Yumin had previewed it, heard Angel's explanation, and immediately forfeited. Participating meant death outright—failure penalty or not. Even surviving the odds would leave brutal aftereffects from addiction. In Paradise, without proper treatment, that equaled death.

Yumin's only intervention was swapping the male participant. Original pair: Kim Jeongho-Mun Seonjeong. Saving Jeongho was a no-brainer. Who to sub in instead? Easy—only Son Hojun and Choi Junyoung fit. Yumin disliked Junyoung but didn't wish him dead. Hojun was different. Beyond personal grudges, Junyoung's sins were "legal" wrongs; Hojun was a criminal scum with illegal atrocities. The scales didn't balance.

Participants set. The life-or-death mission began.

Hojun shrugged off Angel's warning—he'd never touched drugs, so "10x heroin" didn't hit home. Seonjeong was different. No junkie, but her line of work gave her street smarts. She knew prolonged exposure to something that potent risked death or addiction at minimum.

At Angel's start signal, a faint sting hit Seonjeong's bracelet-wrapped wrist. She realized the dosing had begun. Panic surged. To survive, end this fast. She dropped to her knees before Hojun, mouth open, taking his flaccid cock inside.

Before, she'd have gagged at voluntarily sucking him—revolted if forced. Now, just having it in her mouth thrilled her. It tasted delicious. She slurped greedily, tongue swirling, head bobbing furiously.

Seonjeong wasn't alone in the heightened arousal. Hojun's cock hardened instantly under her eager blowjob. Scum driven by lust he might be, but he wasn't brainless. His history of evading consequences for sexual violence proved his cunning. Seeing her rush mirrored his own thinking: hurry up.

Fully erect, Hojun regretfully pulled out and lifted her onto the bed. She spread her legs wide on instinct. Her pussy was soaked from just sucking him. He plunged in between her thighs, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.

To onlookers, a vanilla insertion. But ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for them? Explosive pleasure. Seonjeong climaxed from the penetration alone, hips shuddering. "Aaaah... ahahng... aaaang...."

Hojun's cock entering her molten heat sent electric jolts through his brain. Her contracting pussy milked him relentlessly—he couldn't hold back, ejaculating wildly. "Hng! Hng! Heuk!" Each spurt choked him with ecstasy, groans ugly and raw. Even as he came, Seonjeong twitched in orgasmic aftershocks, lost in bliss.