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Yizhou entered the apartment she shared with her three girlfriends, feeling relieved after a particularly complicated mission with her father. Sometimes dealing with a god could be next to impossible. She was inwardly grateful to be back in the familiar surroundings of their apartment, where the comfort of her girlfriends awaited her.
"Welcome back, sweetheart," Aeri greeted her with a tight hug and a soft kiss, savoring the moment as if to make up for all the lost time.
Yizhou could feel the genuine affection in her embrace, a comforting reassurance after the complexities of her mission. She returned the hug warmly, cherishing the familiar scent and touch of her girlfriend.
"I missed you so much. Things just aren't the same without you," Aeri said, her voice laced with genuine longing as she helped Yizhou with the bags.
"I missed you too, love. All of you, actually," Yizhou began, her voice carrying a mix of relief and curiosity. "How are things? What did I miss?" She eased the straps of her bag off her shoulder, the weight of her journey seemingly lifted as she settled back into the familiar space of their shared apartment.
"Before I tell you, I bought you a little something," Aeri announced, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she presented Yizhou with a small package. Yizhou's curiosity piqued, she accepted it with a grateful smile.
Upon opening the package, Yizhou's eyes widened in surprise and delight. It was the book she had been longing for, the one she had mentioned in passing countless times. Unable to contain her excitement, she let out an excited scream and enveloped Aeri in a tight hug, showering her with kisses all over her face.
"Okay, okay, calm down," Aeri chuckled, gently placing her hands on Yizhou's waist to steady her. "Sit down, and I'll fill you in on what you missed," she suggested, gesturing towards the sofa.
Yizhou complied, settling onto the comfortable cushions with a grateful smile. Before turning to go, she leaned in to place another kiss on Aeri's cheek, whispering a heartfelt "thank you" for the thoughtful gift.
As Yizhou settled on the sofa, Aeri handed her a glass of water before beginning to speak.
"Jimin is still as impatient as ever, but you're already used to that," Aeri remarked with a small laugh. However, her expression quickly turned serious as she continued.
"But Minjeong's nightmares have returned. She hasn't been sleeping well, and about three days ago, she had a panic attack. Joohyun said it's her PTSD resurfacing. She's started treatment with another therapist, but it's normal for her to wake up at dawn and find that she's not in bed anymore. The therapist suggested it's a way for her to relax, and, well... you know how Minjeong relaxes here in the apartment," Aeri explained, her tone conveying the gravity of the situation.
"Me and Jimin take turns helping her sleep, but you know how stubborn Minjeong is. She hates feeling like she's a burden, and even with me and Jimin reassuring her that she's not, she still thinks she is," Aeri continued, her concern evident in her voice.
"Did Jeongin mention anything about the panic attacks? Hyunjin mentioned during the mission that Jeongin is also experiencing them," Yizhou inquired. Hyunjin was a close friend, and Jeongin's boyfriend, which made him Minjeong's brother-in-law.
"Jeongin didn't mention anything," Aeri sighed, her voice tinged with concern as she leaned back against the sofa, fingers laced together in her lap. "He probably keeps everything to himself, just like Minjeong does." A furrow formed between her brows, a silent reflection of the worry gnawing at her.
Yizhou's voice carried a gentle concern as she posed the question, her eyes reflecting worry for their beloved Minjeong. "Do you believe it might be wise to ensure Minjeong avoids any further missions sanctioned by the gods? Perhaps until she's on steadier ground?"
Aeri's response was laced with a hint of resignation, tinged with the familiarity of previous attempts. "We've attempted that approach, but you know how stubborn our dear blondie can be," she remarked, her tone a blend of understanding and frustration.
Interrupting their conversation with a playful grin, Jimin's voice cut through the air like a mischievous melody. "You two are always the sensible ones," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she addressed Yizhou.
Yizhou's smile widened as she met Jimin's gaze, reciprocating the affection in her eyes. With an eager step forward, she enveloped Jimin in a warm embrace, cherishing the familiar scent that enveloped her.
Aeri watches the scene with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and concern for her girlfriends. "It's good to have you back, Yizhou," Jimin says warmly, joining the embrace and enveloping Yizhou in a comforting hug.
Yizhou pulls back slightly, her hands resting on Jimin's shoulders as she gazes at her with genuine fondness. "It's good to be back, with all of you," she replies, her voice filled with warmth and gratitude.
Jimin grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in to press a quick kiss to Yizhou's cheek. "We missed you," she says playfully, her tone teasing yet sincere.
Yizhou chuckles, returning Jimin's kiss with a gentle peck on the lips. "I missed you too, Jimin," she replies affectionately, her smile soft and genuine.
Yizhou's brow furrows in concern as she scans the room, her gaze searching for their absent companion. "Where's Minjeong?" she inquires, a note of longing evident in her voice, a clear indication of her missing the presence of Apollo's daughter.
Jimin's mischievous grin widens at Yizhou's question, a glint of playful anticipation dancing in her eyes. "Ah, about that," she begins, her voice laden with intrigue as she hints at a surprise awaiting Yizhou's return. "I have a little gift for your homecoming."
"You two, come with me," the daughter of Ares commands, her tone leaving no room for argument as she strides purposefully towards the room.
Yizhou falls into step behind her girlfriend, her curiosity piqued by the anticipation in the air.
As the bedroom door swings open, Yizhou is greeted by a sight so breathtakingly beautiful that she could almost believe it to be a vision of paradise incarnate.
Minjeong kneels on the floor, her eyes obscured by a blindfold, a gag secured in her mouth, and her limbs bound by handcuffs. Yizhou's breath catches in her throat at the sight of her beloved, her heart pounding with a mixture of shock and desire as she takes in the scene before her.
"Welcome home, Yizhou," Jimin whispers against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Is... is she asleep?" Yizhou whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't tell with that blindfold. Do you think she might be startled if we--"
The daughter of Apollo shifted slightly, tilting her head in the direction of Yizhou's voice. She let out a surprised gasp.
"Oh! She heard me!"
Jimin clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Of course she heard you, you're absurdly loud. Isn't that right, puppy?" She addressed the child of Apollo with a teasing smirk.
At the sound of her pet name, Minjeong's attention perks up. She swallows nervously, her legs shifting ever so slightly, causing the pink leather cuffs around her ankles to jingle softly.
"Come on, let's give her a try," Aeri suggests. Her hand, gently calloused, lands on Minjeong's shoulder, sending a shivering jolt throughout her entire body. Is she truly that sensitive, or is it merely the result of being tied up for so long? Minjeong lets out a whimper, prompting Yizhou to immediately coo, "Aww, she's so cute!"
More hands glide over Minjeong's skin, tracing paths along her shoulders, her waist, her legs. She strains to arch into every touch simultaneously. Then, she's lifted into the arms of someone, cradled in a bridal-style hold, allowing her to curl into their shoulder and chest. Whoever it is, their scent is divine, reminiscent of jasmine oil; Minjeong suspects it might be Jimin. She would confirm if her lips weren't currently enveloped by a sizable ballgag.
Settled onto a bed, her arms extended over her head, she lies exposed, adorned only in lingerie. The mattress creaks and shifts as all three other women join her, their weight causing it to dip.
"You go first, Yizhou," Aeri suggests. "You've just returned from a mission; you must have missed Minjeong, after all."
"Oh my god. I don't know where to start." The mattress on either side of Minjeong dips as Yizhou positions herself on all fours above her. She can sense the dionysus’ child looming presence, catching a whiff of a different scent, reminiscent of strawberry and grape shampoo.
"Why not start with her taste?" Jimin suggests, then promptly lets out an 'ooph' as Aeri elbows her in the side.
"Yeah," Yizhou breathes. "Yeah, that sounds good."
With a slow descent, Yizhou settles herself onto Minjeong, straddling her hips and lower stomach. Clad in jeans, the scratchy fabric and the comforting weight of her body against Minjeong's skin are unmistakable. A hand, small and soft, delicately brushes up the side of Minjeong's neck, gathering stray strands of silky hair along the way. The tender contact sends shivers of bliss racing across Minjeong's goosebumped skin. Then, Yizhou cups her jaw and drags her tongue up the side of her face.
Oh my god. Minjeong had forgotten about Yizhou's tongue piercing... and how she missed the sensation of that metal against her skin.
Minjeong emits a strangled noise, writhing beneath Yizhou's touch. The warm, wet surface of Yizhou's tongue, interrupted by the hard steel of a barbell, sends electric pulses of pleasure coursing down Minjeong's spine and between her legs. She instinctively clenches her thighs together, the friction of her ankle cuffs against her oversensitive skin heightening the sensation.
As Yizhou continues to lick a path down the line of Minjeong's jaw, the voices of her other two girlfriends murmur softly in the background.
"How long until Minjeong has another mission?" Aeri inquires.
"Twenty-four hours," Jimin responds.
"Holy shit. For how long?"
"Let's just say she racks up a few more days than the average demigods. We know that Minjeong is the most requested by the gods after the episode in the inferno," Jimin explains, casting a glance at Minjeong and Yizhou.
"Why?"
"Because she's young, and because Apollo made it very clear that she is the best," Jimin states matter-of-factly.
Yizhou's lips remain planted where they've been, sucking a mark onto the underside of Minjeong's jaw. "Wait," she interjects, eliciting a sad whimper from Minjeong at the loss of sensation, "you mean we're going to--"
"Yup," Jimin confirms, the smug grin evident in her voice. "We have to mark her for the mission."
Yizhou's excited squeal nearly shatters Minjeong's eardrums. "This is the best thing ever!" She swoops down and plants a loud, wet kiss on the tip of Minjeong's nose. "Jimin, you're my favorite unnie!"
"Hey!" Aeri interjects. "I'm a good unnie too!"
"Uh, no offense Aeri, but today is my return from my longest mission, and you got me a book."
"It's a good book! It's about wines and fruits, your stuff!"
"But Jimin let me mark Minjeong, so..." Yizhou trails off with a grin.
Aeri sighed in resignation, conceding defeat. "Alright, fine, you got me there," she admitted, her tone tinged with a hint of begrudging acceptance.
There was a muffled rustle as Jimin reached out to pat Aeri's shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay, smartass. It's not your fault I happen to be hotter, stronger, and more fun than you," she teased, her voice laced with playful banter.
Yizhou, eager to redirect the focus, interjected with a loud shush. "Come on, guys! I'm trying to enjoy Minjeong's company over here. Can you please just quiet down?" she pleaded, her tone brimming with impatience.
Aeri, feeling genuinely contrite, muttered a sincere apology, while Jimin simply chuckled, finding the whole situation amusing.
Yizhou playfully nips at Minjeong's collarbone, eliciting little cries of pleasure each time her teeth graze the delicate skin. With a gentle touch, she presses her palm just below the newly-formed pink indents, using her thumb to scratch a red spot, leaving a teasing mark behind.
Minjeong's breath quickens as she feels Yizhou's fingers tracing the pale lace of her bra. Yizhou pinches it just below the curve of Minjeong's right nipple, inadvertently catching a bit of skin in the process, causing the girl to squeak out loud. The squeak quickly transforms into a gasp as Yizhou draws the flimsy fabric up Minjeong's chest, exposing her chest to the cool air, sending shivers down her spine.
"Oh, come on," Jimin interrupts, her voice breaking through the charged atmosphere. "This is duller than a train ride with the children of Hephaestus. Why don't you—" The remainder of her sentence is abruptly silenced by the sound of Aeri's hand slapping over her mouth.
Meanwhile, Yizhou cups Minjeong's breast, her hand fitting perfectly against the delicate curve. The blonde breathes heavily, her body trembling with anticipation. Then, with a sudden twist of her fingers, the daughter of Dionysus pinches her nipple, exerting just enough pressure to elicit a reaction.
Minjeong's body arches upward, a muffled cry escaping past the gag as her entire being tenses with the sudden shock. Desperately, she scrabbles for purchase on the sheets above her head, her fingers grasping at the fabric in a futile attempt to ground herself. As Yizhou tightens her grip and twists, Minjeong's cries grow louder, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Hot tears well up at the corners of her eyes, dampening the fabric of her blindfold. From the sidelines, there's a muffled cheer, likely from Jimin, fueling the intensity of the moment.
Then, as suddenly as it began, Yizhou releases her hold. The abrupt relief is as sharp as the initial pain, leaving Minjeong's head spinning as she struggles to regain her bearings. But Yizhou doesn't grant her respite; instead, she continues to twist and tug at Minjeong's abused nipple, rolling her fingers over the sensitive bud. Minjeong moans helplessly, her frayed nerves overwhelmed by the relentless assault, causing her to squirm uncontrollably in response.
Yizhou swiftly transitions to the other side of Minjeong's chest, deftly flipping up the fabric of her bra to expose her completely. Her other nipple is already taut, aching to be touched. With a flick of her finger, Yizhou teases the sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver from Minjeong as she feels the weight shift, signaling Yizhou's impending move.
Then, without warning, Minjeong feels hot, humid breath against her sensitive skin, causing her eyelids to flutter beneath the blindfold. Anticipation mounts as she waits for the warm, wet stroke of Yizhou's tongue, the tantalizing catch of her metal stud—
But instead of the expected sensation, Minjeong lets out a piercing scream as Yizhou's teeth clamp down on her nipple, creating twin crescents of searing pain to frame her areola. In response, Minjeong thrashes wildly, kicking her heels against the mattress, her arms trembling with the effort of keeping them out of harm's way.
"Hang on, I've got her."
A reassuring hand lands on top of Minjeong's wrists, firmly pinning them down to the mattress. Minjeong exhales a sigh of relief, if only for a moment, grateful to have been relieved of the burden of restraining herself. Then, as Yizhou's hot breath washes over the neglected skin of Minjeong's chest, followed by the teasing swipe of her tongue, Minjeong gasps for air, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
Her clit tingles with anticipation as she attempts to rise up against Yizhou's body, seeking friction, but it's Yizhou who responds with a low moan, grinding her hips down without releasing the hold of her teeth. Minjeong's breath catches in her throat as she feels the pressure building within her, her body instinctively responding to Yizhou's movements.
For a fleeting moment, Yizhou continues to grind against her, drawing out their shared pleasure. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, she finally opens her mouth, releasing her grip on Minjeong's nipple
Minjeong lets out a single sob, feeling tears seep from beneath her soaked blindfold, tracing a path down her temples. Yizhou offers comfort, her touch gentle as she whispers softly, passing a palm over Minjeong's damp forehead while nuzzling into her neck.
"Do you enjoy it when I hurt you, sunshine?" Yizhou's murmurs resonate against Minjeong's skin, her words laced with a mixture of curiosity and affection. Minjeong responds with an eager moan, hoping that Yizhou can discern her clear affirmation despite the barrier of the gag.
Yizhou seems to grasp Minjeong's response, as she opens her mouth and lightly bites down on the side of Minjeong's neck. This time, the apollo's child barely makes a sound, her body convulsing from her pinned wrists to her curled toes. Instead of remaining in one spot, Yizhou continues her exploration, working her way down Minjeong's throat with a relentless determination. Almost as if she's chewing, she applies pressure with her teeth, causing the helpless blonde to tense up each time her teeth close around a new patch of skin.
As Yizhou finally sits up to inspect her handiwork, Minjeong's head lolls to the side, her breathing coming in short, harsh gasps. She can feel the throbbing ache of bruises beginning to blossom over one side of her neck and chest. Her senses are dulled, barely registering the weight over her wrists disappearing, or the sensation of the ribbons keeping her top together being unraveled and swept off her skin. She's completely lost in the aftermath of Yizhou's intense ministrations, her body tingling with the lingering sensations of pleasure and pain.
"Roll over, my love," Yizhou's voice commands, and a sharp slap lands on Minjeong's thigh, causing her to jump at the sudden sting. She scrambles to obey, but in her haste, her foot gets tangled up in the chain between her ankles. There's a brief burst of laughter from the three other women, accompanied by a deep blush of embarrassment on Minjeong's part, until a set of helpful hands come to her aid, swiftly removing the pesky ankle cuffs.
With gentle guidance, more hands reposition Minjeong's legs, raising her hips and pushing down her back until she's face-down on the bed, her bottom lifted into the air and her knees bent at right angles. In this exposed position, Minjeong is acutely aware of her vulnerability; the only barrier between her skin and the open air is her soaked panties.
"Oh, hello there," Aeri's voice breaks the momentary silence. "She's really enjoying herself, isn't she?"
Minjeong feels even more heat rush to her face at Aeri's observation. She quickly bites back a whine and presses her burning cheek against a pillow, hoping desperately that nobody has noticed her embarrassment.
Jimin's laughter rings out loud and clear. "She has no discipline, really. This is our fault; we spoil her too much. We could train that out of her someday," Jimin remarks casually.
Minjeong shivers involuntarily, feeling another pulse of wetness seeping from her drenched pussy. Jimin lets out another deep chuckle. "Oh, that got to you, didn't it?" she teases, clearly enjoying the effect of her words on Minjeong.
The tip of a blunt nail grazes up against the damp spot of Minjeong's panties, stroking her gently from clit to entrance. She squeaks and starts at the unexpected touch, then groans into her pillow, instinctively bucking her hips in a silent plea for more contact and—
SMACK!
—suddenly her ass is on fire, her left cheek burning up in the perfect imprint of a hand. As she yelps in surprise and pain, she hears a wicked laugh from Jimin, a delighted giggle from Aeri, and a hefty sigh from Yizhou, each reaction adding to the intensity of the moment.
"You just couldn't resist, could you?" Aeri's voice carries a hint of reprimand as she addresses Jimin. "It's not a proper punishment if she doesn't know what she did wrong."
"She didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to spank her," Jimin responds nonchalantly, shrugging off Aeri's concern with a hint of mischief in her tone.
"Ooh, let's spank her! I'll get a paddle!"
The bed bounces as Yizhou dashes off, leaving Minjeong at the mercy of the remaining hands. Immediately, Minjeong feels the touch of hands—not small like Yizhou's or calloused like Aeri's, but elegant, with a surprising strength in their cruel grip. They belong to Jimin, of course. With deliberate intent, Jimin's hands spread Minjeong’s cheeks apart, and she can't help but whimper at the sensation of the ares daughter's wet lips parting under her panties.
"You're groping Minjeong, and it's not your turn," Aeri accuses, her tone laced with disapproval.
"Yes, smartass, I know what I'm doing. I don't need narration," Jimin retorts sharply, her nails digging into Minjeong's flesh. Minjeong trembles in response to the pain, feeling the intensity of Jimin's touch with each deliberate movement.
"You keep doing that, I'll take the paddle Yizhou's bringing and bend you over my knee instead," Aeri warns, her voice firm with determination.
"Mmm, you think you can break me?" Jimin challenges, a hint of defiance in her tone.
"I know I can break you. I’ve done it plenty of times before, haven't I, hothead?" Aeri retorts, her confidence unwavering.
Right on cue, Yizhou's voice rings out from beyond the walls of the room.
"Jimin unnie? Where did you leave the pink paddle?" the Dionysus' daughter asks.
"By the kitchen sink, baby!" Jimin calls back, her voice echoing through the room. With that, she releases her hold on Minjeong, and the blonde sighs in relief, feeling a momentary reprieve from the intense sensations coursing through her body.
"Found it!"
There's a flurry of excited footsteps, and then Yizhou re-enters the room with boundless energy. When she throws herself onto the bed, Minjeong nearly topples over, but Aeri swiftly catches her. "Woops! Sorry, sunshine!"
As Aeri readjusts Minjeong's balance, a quiet pause descends upon the room, anticipation hanging thick in the air.
...SMACK!
The impact of Yizhou's smaller hand on Minjeong is less forceful than Jimin's, but it stings closer to the surface. Minjeong lets out a pitiful whimper into the pillows, feeling the sting of the spanking reverberate through her.
"There," Yizhou says proudly, her voice tinged with mischief. "Now the redness is symmetrical."
"You didn't mind asymmetry when you were only bruising just one of her tits," Jimin points out, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"I know, I'll fix that later. But first..." Yizhou's voice trails off, her smirk evident even without seeing her face.
The cool surface of a wooden paddle alights on Minjeong's skin. As Yizhou rubs it against her, moving in wide circles, Minjeong can feel patterns on the wood. Are they engravings? Holes? She doesn't remember.
"How many hearts do you think I can get on her?" Yizhou giggles mischievously.
Hearts. They're heart-shaped holes, carved into the paddle's length so that every strike leaves a pretty imprint. Minjeong blushes at the thought, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement building within her. She shuffles her knees, raising her ass higher and bumping back against the paddle in silent encouragement.
"Well, I don't know how many you can get on her," Aeri responds with a chuckle, "But I think she wants as many as possible."
Minjeong confirms the statement with an eager whine, her desire for the sensation of each heart-shaped imprint evident even through her gag.
"Alright," Yizhou laughs playfully, "I'm going to give her ten swats. When I'm done, we count the hearts." With that, the paddle leaves Minjeong's skin, leaving her momentarily anticipating the sting to come.
Then, a hand bunches up the back of Minjeong's panties, pulling the fabric taut against her clit and causing her to gasp at the sudden sensation. The fabric is fitted snugly between her ass, brushing against her sensitive skin and baring more of her flesh to be defiled by the impending swats. "Starting... now."
CRACK!
The sound echoes through the room as the first swat lands, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through Minjeong's body.
Minjeong's scream pierces the air as the blow lands, rocking her entire body forward with the force of it. In a swift reaction, a pair of hands immobilizes her waist, while another shoves her head back into the pillows, leaving her feeling trapped and vulnerable. The weight of the paddle surprises her, its heft heavier than she had anticipated, and the heart-shaped holes seem to facilitate a wickedly fast swing, leaving her with little time to brace herself. The whistle of air is the only warning she receives before the next blow strikes.
CRACK!
Another sharp impact reverberates through the room, eliciting another cry of pain from Minjeong as she feels the sting radiate across her skin.
Minjeong jerks in response to the searing pain, crying out involuntarily, but the hands holding her steady tighten in warning, preventing any further movement. The fleshiest part of her behind throbs with agony, each strike feeling like a million red-hot needles tattooing her skin at once.
CRACK! CRACK!
The relentless assault continues, each impact sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through Minjeong's body. She can feel her blood boiling beneath the surface of her skin as she grits her teeth against the onslaught. The pillow beneath her cheek becomes soaked with tears and drool, the fabric dampened by her distress.
With each subsequent strike, Minjeong convulses with sobs, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her emotions. A calloused hand pets her hair in a feeble attempt to offer comfort, the gesture a small solace amidst the overwhelming pain.
CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of the paddle striking her flesh echoes through the room, each blow leaving its mark on Minjeong's trembling form.
Minjeong's skin is damp and sticky with sweat, causing the paddle to stick slightly to her skin upon impact. The added friction intensifies the sensation, making her raw, overheated skin even more tender and sensitive. Even the whoosh of air before the paddle strikes feels like an overstimulating caress against her sensitized flesh.
CRACK! CRACK! ...CRACK!
The relentless barrage of blows continues, each one sending waves of agony coursing through Minjeong's body. The last blow, in particular, targets the soft, vulnerable area where Minjeong's bottom meets her thighs, causing her to choke for a moment before a heavy hand begins rubbing comforting circles over her upper back. Despite the gesture, Minjeong's voice finally escapes as a pained, desperate wail.
"Don't worry, puppy," Yizhou coos soothingly over the noise, her voice a balm amidst the turmoil. "Just one more."
CRACK!
The final blow lands with a sharp impact, marking the end of the punishment but leaving behind a lingering ache in its wake.
Minjeong collapses onto her side, her body wracked with tremors as she hiccups and sniffles, the pain from her burning skin radiating throughout her entire being. Her girlfriend watches silently, allowing her to find her own space in the aftermath of the punishment.
"Huh. Think I should have started with love taps?" Yizhou muses, a hint of regret in her voice as she observes Minjeong's state.
"...Maybe," Aeri admits softly, her gaze shifting to Minjeong with concern etched on her face. Seeing Minjeong's distress, she can't help but wonder if a gentler approach might have been more appropriate.
"Minjeong doesn't think so," Jimin interjects, her voice breaking the silence that hangs heavy in the room. Minjeong feels a soft fingertip against the lining of her panties, drawing up sticky moisture, and she realizes with a start that she has thoroughly, thoroughly ruined her pretty underwear. She holds her breath, hyperaware of her own excitement dripping in slow rivulets down her skin as though she weren't wearing anything at all.
A still, loaded silence envelops the room, each person processing the aftermath of the spanking in their own way. Then, Jimin breaks the silence once more with a practical suggestion. "Her panties are mostly see-through anyway, we might as well take it off too."
No one argues with Jimin's suggestion. Deft fingers begin to feel for the ribbons that keep Minjeong's panties together; the one at her raised hip is quickly found and tugged loose. However, the task becomes a bit more challenging as a hand wedges between Minjeong's other hip and the mattress, groping in the tight space for the other ribbon and accidentally scratching the apollo's girl in the process. Minjeong's squeak of complaint is met with a murmured apology; then, the ribbon is found and promptly undone.
Minjeong's panties brush against her wet, swollen clit just slightly as they're removed, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. With a soft rustle, her garments join her missing bra in a discarded pile, leaving her completely bare before her girlfriends.
A whine escapes from Minjeong's throat, the sound a mixture of discomfort and anticipation. Yizhou gasps quietly at the sight before her, while Aeri lets out a low whistle of appreciation. Jimin, on the other hand, purrs with satisfaction at the view before her.
Yizhou's hand presses up against the small of Minjeong's thigh back, the contact sending an electric shock through her body. Minjeong's breath quickens to pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each intake of air. The touch revives the trembling in her limbs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her.
Yizhou's thumb strokes Minjeong's labia with gentle yet deliberate movements, revealing her eager state and dripping entrance. The sensation of Yizhou's touch against her sensitive skin only serves to heighten her arousal, her body responding eagerly to the intimate contact.
"God, just look at her, she's gushing," Yizhou whispers, her voice filled with awe and desire as she takes in the sight before her.
Minjeong sobs quietly in response, overwhelmed by a wave of longing and need. Her entire body aches with the desire to be fucked, her lips tingling with anticipation and yearning. The ache between her legs matches the ache in her heart, each beat a testament to the intensity of her longing for the touch of her girlfriends.
"Ahem. We still haven't counted the hearts," Jimin interjects, her voice breaking through the charged atmosphere with a note of playful insistence.
"Oh, right! Aeri, help me get her back up...." Yizhou responds, refocusing on the task at hand as she seeks assistance from Aeri to help Minjeong back onto her back.
Minjeong groans softly as she's rolled onto her stomach, then propped up on her knees with gentle but firm hands. Despite the discomfort, she's half-inclined to resist the rough handling, to simply flop limply back onto the mattress like a petulant brat. But Minjeong is a good girl, the sunshine of their group. And good girls do what they're told. Besides, she loves her girlfriends dearly, and she doesn't want to disappoint them.
"Good girl, so cute, my love," Aeri whispers affectionately in her ear, planting a tender peck on Minjeong's cheek. The endearing words and gentle gesture serve to soothe Minjeong's nerves, reminding her of the love and care that surrounds her even in moments of vulnerability.
"One, two, three, four... wait, that's another one, five..." Yizhou begins the count, her finger tracing over the heart-shaped imprints on Minjeong's skin.
Yizhou, Jimin, and Aeri each come up with different numbers, sparking a lively debate among them as they try to determine which count is the most accurate. They establish some ground rules; agreeing that if two hearts overlap too much, they count as one, but the triple-heart on Minjeong's left cheek definitely counts as three simply because it's too cute to ignore.
Yizhou tries to argue that the unfinished imprints toward Minjeong's hips should count for half a heart each, but both Aeri and Jimin quickly veto that suggestion. Jimin claims that two of the hearts Aeri and Yizhou tallied are too deformed by bruising to count, but it soon becomes apparent that she's only saying that so she has an excuse to press her fingers into the bruised areas and make Minjeong squeal with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Sixty-five," Yizhou declares triumphantly, announcing the final count of hearts on Minjeong's skin. Then, without warning, she delivers a playful smack to Minjeong's tender left cheek with an open palm, eliciting a surprised gasp from the blonde.
"...And three handprints," Yizhou adds with a mischievous grin, clearly amused by the tally of marks left on Minjeong's body.
"Give me the paddle and I'll make it sixty-nine," Jimin teases, her playful tone tinged with suggestive undertones that make Minjeong blush furiously. She can almost imagine Jimin wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, even though she can't see her expression.
Yizhou's intrigued expression hints at mischief as she declares, "Actually... hang on, I'll be right back."
This time, when Yizhou leaves, Jimin refrains from any teasing touches, much to Minjeong's disappointment. She longs for the comforting sensation of her girlfriends's hands on her skin, her body yearning for the intimacy and connection they share. Her juice beads trickle down the insides of Minjeong's thighs, her pussy throbbing with the unfulfilled need for physical contact, and her clit feels like it's tingling with an itch that can't be scratched. Thankfully, Yizhou returns quickly, bringing with her a sense of anticipation and excitement.
"Let's draw hearts on her butt and sign our names!" Yizhou suggests eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea.
Aeri's expression shifts to one of concern as she considers the potential consequences. "Is that alright with the gods?" she asks cautiously. "Apollo won't want to kill us if he sees it or anything, will he?"
Jimin waves off Aeri's worries with a dismissive gesture. "Eh, he didn't specify that his daughter couldn't be marked," she reasons. "And if he freaks out, Jeongin can always calm him down." Her confidence in their friend's, and Minjeong’s twin ability to handle any potential backlash from the god is evident in her tone.
Aeri holds Minjeong still, her hands gentle yet firm as Yizhou begins to draw a big heart on the apollo's child's skin. Despite the absurdity of the situation, Minjeong would be laughing out loud if she weren't too preoccupied with trembling at the sensation of the thick marker gliding over her oversensitive, bruised skin. Each stroke sends shivers down her spine, the wetness of the ink adding to the overwhelming stimulation.
Yizhou's movements are deliberate as she writes something in bubbly, rounded script within the bounds of the heart, presumably her own name. The act is both playful and intimate, a testament to the bond shared between the four of them.
"Your turn, Aeri!" Yizhou urges, her voice filled with excitement as she passes the marker to the daughter of Athena.
Jimin playfully complains about being left for last, prompting a quick retort from Yizhou. "There's no way I'm giving you the chance to hog all the drawing space and crowd Aeri out," she insists, defending her decision with a mischievous grin.
Aeri quickly sets to work, finishing her drawing with ease and little fuss. She leans in to give Minjeong an affectionate kiss on her ass cheek before handing off the marker to Jimin, who eagerly takes her turn. The air is filled with laughter and camaraderie as they playfully leave their marks on Minjeong's skin, a lighthearted moment amidst the intensity of their interactions.
Jimin takes the time to swirl the tip of her heart before delicately writing her name in cursive. Minjeong suspects it's entirely for her benefit, especially when she feels the marker straying slightly closer to her dripping center than necessary. But despite any teasing intentions, all the hearts are drawn, and their names are signed, creating a cute and personal canvas on Minjeong's skin.
"That makes sixty-eight," Aeri observes. "I thought we were going for sixty-nine?"
"Yeah, hang on," Yizhou replies. With a determined expression, she gently grabs hold of Minjeong's shoulders, coaxing her to flip over onto her back despite the discomfort it causes to her bruised ass. Once Minjeong complies and raises her hands above her head, Yizhou sets to work, drawing a cute little heart around Minjeong's nipple, the one without bruising.
"Symmetry! See, I told you I was going to fix it!" Yizhou exclaims proudly, displaying her handiwork to the others with a triumphant grin.
Minjeong flushes, feeling warmth spreading through her body and a fluttery sensation in her stomach, though it's not solely due to the wetness between her legs. Despite her discomfort and lingering soreness, she can't help but feel a surge of affection and arousal at the attention from her girlfriends.
However, Minjeong's neediness still remains, and she tries to convey it to her girlfriends through desperate whines and by spreading her legs in a subtle yet unmistakable gesture.
Jimin chuckles at Minjeong's antics, teasing her affectionately. "Oh dear. Look how brazen our sunshine is, demanding treats from her lovers like an impatient brat," she remarks with a playful glint in her voice. "Who does she think she is?" Jimin's teasing only adds to Minjeong's embarrassment, yet she can't help but revel in the affectionate banter shared between them.
Minjeong shrinks back in shame at Jimin's teasing words, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. However, Yizhou quickly intervenes, coming to Minjeong's defense.
"Don't be like that," Yizhou insists, her voice gentle yet firm. "Minjeongie has been wonderful so far, and all we've done is punish her. I'd say she deserves a reward just about now. Right, Aeri?"
"Mm-hmm. Absolutely," Aeri agrees, nodding in affirmation.
The mattress creaks as Yizhou crawls across to Minjeong, a determined glint in her eyes. "Right then. It's reward time for you, pretty girl," she declares, her tone filled with warmth and affection.
Meanwhile, Aeri silently signals to Jimin, mouthing the words "Get the straps." Jimin responds with a smirk, nodding in acknowledgment as she retrieves the requested items, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.