99. STAGE TWO. Round Five
Standing beside Choi Junyoung, who was gripped by fear beyond mere anxiety, Seo Soyeong trembled with unease just the same. After hearing the full mission explanation from Angel, Soyeong's face had drained to a ghostly pale.
Compared to Junyoung—who might not even make it to the starting line due to erectile dysfunction—her own goal was somewhat better, but Soyeong's mission target was far from easy. More than that, she couldn't even grasp what her quantified pleasure value truly meant. What woman in the world knew the exact pleasure reading she hit at climax? What did 70 feel like? What about 80?
But this wasn't the first time pleasure values had appeared in a mission. They'd come up several times before. From those precedents, Soyeong could make a rough guess. Excluding special missions like drug ones, she figured a typical woman's climax pleasure hovered around 70-80. That meant her target was achievable. She'd always gotten more pleasure from sex with Yoo-min than Junyoung ever gave her….
The problem was that simply reaching that pleasure value wasn't enough. Maintaining over 70 for five minutes? Accumulating over 80 for one minute? At that point, Soyeong felt a twinge of despair. She had no clear sense of what that even entailed. Still, one thing was certain: this would be a grueling mission.
Yoo-min, Junyoung, and Soyeong entered the mission room. In the center stood the familiar bed they'd seen so often. The difference? A single chair beside it—the designated seat for the couple's male partner. In other words, Junyoung's spot.
The three participants began stripping beside the bed. As he undressed, Junyoung spoke to Soyeong.
"Soyeong…."
"Yeah… Oppa."
"Soyeong… um… during sex… could you keep calling my name?"
His request was utterly out of left field, but Soyeong had a rough idea why. She already knew about his physical—or perhaps mental—issue. She figured calling his name during sex was his way of overcoming his trauma and getting hard.
"…Okay, Junyoung oppa."
Her guess wasn't wrong. Junyoung was desperate to fix his erectile dysfunction somehow. With his life on the line, he couldn't just sit back and wait for death. This was his last-ditch effort. And truth be told, ever since that day it started, he'd been tirelessly trying to solve it.
In the quiet privacy of his cell, he'd hunched over, kneading his limp cock while recalling his steamy times with Soyeong. He'd even pictured the women cumming as Yoo-min fucked them. But every time, an image from his dying moment—of Nam Sangmi—flashed in his mind, sabotaging him. A faint twitch down there, then nothing.
In a previous mission, he'd stared at Seohyeon's naked body right in front of him—her violently massive tits that would've made his eyes roll back in the old world. He'd watched her groped, sucked, and pounded by two men in a scene that should've driven him wild, yet his cock stayed silent. But maybe Soyeong would be different? Clinging to that final hope, he decided to try.
He still loved Soyeong. Sure, things had grown distant since his problem started, but the love remained. Cut off from family and friends in this sealed-off Paradise, loneliness hit harder. He spent most days alone, with little room for hobbies or leisure. Sure, there was plaza time when everyone gathered, but it was too short. The library and lounge existed, but nothing was free—points were required, precious points.
In a place like this, his feelings for Soyeong only grew firmer, more aching. Even without this extreme situation, he'd have loved her still. She was a genuinely great girl. Otherwise, he never would've bothered stealing her from Yoo-min.
Of course, Junyoung had a tendency to covet what others had, deriving satisfaction from taking another man's woman. But that was before Soyeong. Now, he felt settled enough to commit fully. She didn't have Seohyeon's enormous, perfectly shaped breasts, Minseo's flawless figure without a single flaw, or Jiwon's sculpted beauty. But Soyeong was pretty enough and had a solid body to rank among the top handful in her department.
She wasn't the undisputed queen of popularity, but she easily placed in the 2-3 spot. The type who didn't grab everyone's eyes at first in a blind date setup, but by the end, she'd snag a couple numbers. The kind you fell for deeper the more you talked. Soyeong had that subtle charm.
Junyoung thought that if his beloved Soyeong moaned lewdly, calling his name during sex, it might feel different this time. Sure, the problem was that Yoo-min—not him—would be the one drawing those sounds out. But he'd ignore that as best he could.
Soon, naked Yoo-min and Soyeong climbed onto the bed—the spots for the invited male and couple female—while Junyoung sat in his designated chair.
[Then, please begin the final mission of Stage 2, Round 5.]
With the participants prepped, Angel's start signal rang out. The crux of this mission was the tight time limit. Yoo-min had no intention of wasting a second.
He lay back on the bed, grabbed Soyeong's ass, and pulled it toward his face. She turned to face his legs, lowering herself onto him in a facesitting position. Yoo-min spread her pussy wide with both hands, then extended his tongue to lap at the exposed pink flesh inside.
"Ngh…."
Soyeong let out a short moan as his tongue pressed hard against her folds, her upper body dipping forward slightly. In doing so, her eyes caught Yoo-min's cock—still soft, but already matching Junyoung's erect size.
They said lovers could read thoughts from a glance. Similarly, attuned sex partners could sense intent from the slightest gesture. Soyeong hadn't fucked Yoo-min as often as Junyoung—nowhere near, in fact. But frequency didn't matter in sex. It was the intensity of pleasure gained that counted. Not the length of time, but how densely packed it was.
In her sex with Yoo-min, one minute felt like a scorching hour. From his movements alone, she grasped his intent. She pressed her breasts to his lower abs and draped herself over him. Her hands wrapped around his now-closer cock, gently kneading it. One hand dipped to caress his ballsack lightly.
His cock swelled in response, soon revealing its full, imposing girth.
"Junyoung oppa… your cock… looks so tasty… Gonna suck it now."
Soyeong wasn't the type for dirty talk normally. But with Junyoung's prior request and knowing his state, she pushed past her embarrassment.
She flattened her tongue wide, licking from the base of his glans upward a few times, then opened her mouth and took him in. Even half his length filled her mouth completely. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, sucking him off. Sucking Yoo-min made her salivate more than usual. The friction with her pooled spit created lewd, slurping sounds.
She swallowed the saliva building up. But her thirst only grew. Unable to hold back, she picked up the pace.
Watching from the side, Junyoung burned with jealousy at Soyeong's intense fellatio—something she'd never done for him. He suppressed it, hypnotizing himself that the cock she sucked was his own. He gripped his utterly still dick and stroked it.
Yoo-min savored the extra enthusiasm in Soyeong's blowjob. If the time limit were an hour, he'd enjoy it longer. But not now. He patted her ass twice lightly. She pulled off his cock and lifted her torso.
He shifted her ass aside, sat up, and perched on the bed's edge—right in Junyoung's view. Grabbing her hand, he guided her to straddle his thigh, back to him.
Yoo-min wasn't the only one feeling the time crunch. With his steady sex training, he could last long or cum quick at will—even double shots in under ten minutes if he wanted. The real pressure was on Soyeong and Junyoung. She knew it well. She had to insert fast and fuck harder.
In this position Yoo-min set up, only one thrusting angle worked. The position itself was fine—but the location and view were the issue. With Junyoung right there, she hesitated. But with time so desperately short, she couldn't stall.
She lifted her ass slightly, gripped the midpoint of his shaft with her hand, bowed her head to aim the tip at her entrance, and lowered slowly. His thick glans stretched her tight pussy, sliding in bit by bit. As she sank further, half his cock vanished inside her.
"Ahh… Junyoung oppa… your cock… it's too big…."
She tried her hardest to imagine it was Junyoung fucking her. But his wasn't this thick or massive. Her lines, meant for him, felt mismatched as Yoo-min's cock filled her completely, making true immersion impossible.
She began rocking her hips up and down slowly. Doing her best to honor his requests.
"Ahh… Junyoung oppa… ngh… your cock… haa… feels so good…."
Junyoung sat within arm's reach. In their position, he had a direct view of Yoo-min's cock plunging in and out of Soyeong's pussy. Exactly as Yoo-min intended—same as the pose he'd used with Seohyeon to show Jeongho the penetration clearly.
Why do this? Revenge on Junyoung for stealing Soyeong? No malice there. Yoo-min knew about the erectile dysfunction and remembered Junyoung's plea to Soyeong before the mission. Simple fixes wouldn't work—if they had, it'd be solved already.
So, he prescribed the extreme: flaunt his sex with Soyeong right in Junyoung's face. After all, Yoo-min was the one who'd dragged them into this mission. This was the bare minimum payback.