Stage One, Round Four
Even after exceeding thirty spanks, Yumin shook his hips with each thrust, slapping Seonjeong's breasts with his palm. Her pussy clenched even tighter, love juices overflowing from her slit. As the urge to cum gradually built within him, Yumin rocked his hips faster and harder. His hand spanking her breasts quickened in tandem.
"Haaang... Aaang... Aaaang..."
Seonjeong's legs wrapped around Yumin's waist, her pussy contracting intensely. Yumin buried his cock deep inside her and unleashed his semen.
After finishing, Yumin pulled away from her body. In the heat of pounding away mindlessly, he hadn't noticed, but now that his excitement had subsided post-climax, the handprints etched on Seonjeong's breasts made him feel sorry for her.
Congratulations, Paradise participants. Please return to your individual rooms.
"Um... sorry."
"Haa... haa... It's fine. It was kinda good, in its own way."
Yumin had gone over thirty spanks and failed to control the intensity. But surprisingly, Seonjeong wasn't angry. On the contrary, she panted heavily, revealing her satisfaction.
Yumin hurriedly gathered and put on his clothes. Seonjeong, lying on the bed catching her breath, began dressing too. Her top brushed against her slapped breasts, drawing a pained groan.
"Ah... It felt good in the moment, but now it hurts."
"Sorry..."
"I said it's fine. See you next time."
Seonjeong flashed Yumin a cool smile and left the mission room. Yumin stared blankly after her before slowly heading to the square where his group waited.
Mission participants: Yumin, Jiwon.
Mission participants, please enter the mission room and undress beside the mission table.
It had been a while since he'd seen Jiwon. In their previous mission, she'd been forced into a woman-on-top position, compelled to participate aggressively despite herself. Since then, her attitude toward Yumin had changed dramatically. The cold responses were mostly gone, and the distance between them had shrunk considerably. Even amid the anxiety of being called for a mission, knowing her partner was Yumin brought a hint of relief to her demeanor.
Yumin moved to the bed in the center of the mission room, stripped naked. Jiwon, though a bit shy, undressed without much hesitation. Considering how she'd avoided not just her own nudity but even watching Yumin undress in their first mission, this was a complete 180.
I'll now explain the mission. Participant Yumin must give participant Jiwon a foot job ejaculation once and a creampie once. Time limit: 1 hour.
Penalty for failure: 10-day ban from the square.
Before arriving in Paradise, Yumin had been a virgin, so he'd never tried a foot job. Jiwon had experience with women but Yumin was her first man—and naturally, foot jobs weren't part of lesbian play.
"Jiwon, have you ever done a foot job before?"
"Like I'd have?"
"Yeah, figured."
Yumin had asked just in case, but the answer was as expected. Since the foot job required the woman as the active participant, he decided to leave it to her.
He climbed onto the bed, lay down, and spoke to her. "Wanna give it a try first?"
"Yeah..."
Participants in Paradise were given two types of shoes: thin white slippers or black flip-flops, both plain and design-free. Though naked, Jiwon had kept her slippers on. Given the mission, she kicked them off and climbed onto the bed.
She hesitated slightly but slipped between Yumin's spread legs, gently pressing her right foot against his cock and stroking up and down.
Jiwon had a strikingly slender build. At 170cm tall, her limbs were long and lean, yet not skinny—her legs were beautiful. Her feet were especially pretty: small for her height, with slender toes, flawless soles without a hint of callus, and a sexy arch.
Lying back, Yumin propped himself up on his elbows to watch. Her awkward, tentative foot job didn't provide much physical stimulation, but it was enough to get him hard. The sight of her pretty foot gliding over his cock, the long sleek leg extending from it, and the glimpses of her narrow slit peeking between her thighs with each movement—all visually arousing enough.
But that was it. He was erect and visually satisfied, yet the stimulation fell far short of ejaculation.
"Jiwon, use both feet?"
"Both?"
"Yeah. Like, sit down and press them together..."
She must have felt the lack of stimulation too; after a moment's thought, she scooted her ass right up to his crotch. Forming an O with her legs, she clamped his cock between both soles and stroked up and down like a handjob.
The sensation was markedly stronger than before, and visually even better. Her spread legs fully exposed the neat slit of her pussy, and her larger motions made her breasts jiggle slightly.
Yumin was quite satisfied, but Jiwon was starting to tire. Propping herself with her arms while lifting and shaking both legs wasn't easy.
He wanted to savor this longer, but it was a mission—they couldn't dawdle.
"My turn now. Take a break."
"...Okay."
Visibly relieved, she stopped immediately. Yumin sat cross-legged, grasping both her feet in his hands. They felt as pretty as they looked—soft and smooth.
He began stimulating himself with her feet: stroking lengthwise with them vertical, wedging his glans into the arch for focused friction. He didn't neglect her toes either; she wiggled them cooperatively.
The stimulation intensified. Gripping tightly, he shook them faster. Jiwon watched intently as her feet worked his trapped cock.
The urge to cum built rapidly—not just for him. Her face flushed, breaths growing ragged.
Yumin squeezed harder, pressing firmly as he pumped furiously. Semen erupted powerfully from his piss slit, splattering her unguarded lips, chin, and breasts.
"Ah...!"
"Oops. Sorry, no warning."
"...It's fine."
Startled by the sudden cumshot, she glared lightly before wiping the dripping semen from her lips and chin with a finger.
Foot job done—one creampie left. Yumin leaned in for a light kiss. She accepted until he slipped his tongue in, then turned her head away shyly.
Not pressing the kiss, he laid her back on the bed, kneading her breasts and sucking her nipples. He slid a hand down, fingering between her labia—already damp, suggesting she was heating up. Actually, he'd glimpsed moisture on her pussy during the foot job; she'd probably started feeling it then.
Settling between her legs, he dove in earnestly, spreading her labia to lick the pink inner flesh. As his tongue roamed between clit and entrance, she grew wetter fast.
Her pussy was ready. But he didn't demand she suck him off. She'd given him a blowjob before, but seeing her dodge his tongue, he skipped it.
Slowly, he pushed into her soaked depths and began thrusting. She'd whimpered faintly during cunnilingus; now proper moans escaped.
"Aa... Ah... Aha..."
Yumin wondered: Was the lesbian rumor false? Or was she just going along with the mission? Either way, she clearly had no aversion to his cock anymore.
As he pumped, he caressed her sleek thighs—from thighs to knees, calves, and feet. After the foot job, her feet seemed especially endearing today.
He gathered both at his chest, gradually speeding up.
"Ahk... Ahang... Aeurng..."
Her moans grew louder, pussy clenching hard, legs tensing. Yumin hoisted them over his shoulders for the final sprint, burying deep in her womb to cum. A generous load poured out in a prolonged release.
As Yumin pulled out post-climax, Angel's success message chimed. Catching his breath, he gazed down at Jiwon, her ample breasts heaving. Her parted lips revealing white teeth looked alluring.
He leaned down for another kiss, slipping his tongue gently inside. Unlike before, she accepted without resistance—though she didn't reciprocate.
He dressed quickly, helping her too. Together, they left the mission room.
That evening after Yumin and Jiwon's mission, following dinner, the square opened as usual. Yumin's group gathered at their table, chatting idly as always.
About two months into these meetings, they knew each other's basics and common tastes. Yumin joined in seamlessly.
Conversations naturally led to eye contact, but today Yumin's gaze drifted under the table—especially to Jiwon's pretty toes, heels, and ankles peeking from her flip-flops.
Before Paradise, he'd had no foot fetish. Now, it felt like he was discovering hidden kinks one by one. Good or bad? He couldn't say.
The others didn't notice, but Jiwon did—tucking her feet shyly under her chair. Yumin felt a bit wronged. We've seen each other naked and fucked—what's looking at feet? But voicing it didn't suit his gentle nature.