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“Good morning, sleepyhead,” a cute voice came from beside me, making me jump.

I looked in its direction to see a face that I recognized almost immediately as belonging to the runaway kunoichi, Kasumi in a very racy swimsuit. She was standing next to me, appearing as though she had just stood up from another chaise next to mine. She was smiling brightly at me. Since she was one of my favorite girls in the whole franchise, she was a welcome sight to behold. It went without saying that she was even more gorgeous in the flesh, and I felt blessed to actually be standing within arm’s length of her.

Her cheeks were flushed and she poked her fingertips together nervously as she said, “Ren, you’re staring too much.” Her bashfulness contrasted wonderfully with her sexy outfit and pretty makeup. One might see the way she dressed herself and assume her to be the very picture of confidence and while this might have been true in a fight, clearly in terms of her looks she had some degree of insecurity.

“Uh, yeah, hi!” I greeted, my voice shaking a little. Was this what it felt like to be star-struck?

“Are you alright?” she asked, leaning forward to get a better view of my face. Doing so made her breasts jiggle far more than they should have, but that was to be expected in a world based on this franchise. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I shook my head and said, “I can just get a little disoriented after naps, that’s all.”

“Ren,” she frowned, “you really should take better care of yourself.” Then she stepped forward and placed a hand on my forehead. “You’re not running a fever, are you?”

Oh god, she was touching me. Kasumi was really touching me right now. Her hand was so dainty and soft. And I was feeling a surge of warmth throughout my whole body right now, but it wasn’t because of a fever.

“No, I’m fine, I promise,” I assured her. My voice was still a little shaky, though.

She smiled again, removed her hand from my head, and instead grasped my own hand with it. “Good. You mean a lot to me, you know?”

Oof, critical hit right in the feels. However, while I was clearly supposed to have some established relationship with her, I had no clue how far along it was. Was she a friend? A lover? My wife? Perhaps my phone had some notes in Kasumi’s profile, but I’d have to find a good excuse to get into it.

“I’m glad you woke up, actually,” Kasumi said, “I’m leaving to meet up with Ayane at the café near the pool soon.”

“Oh?” That was interesting, in the official lore she the two sisters weren’t on very good terms, but she seemed excited for this prospect. Something else to check the notes for, I supposed.

She nodded, “But first, I could use some more sunscreen, would you mind helping?” As she asked this, she turned away from me and started untying her bikini top.

“Hell yes!” I replied, trying, and failing, to contain my enthusiasm. I found a bottle of sunscreen in a tote bag beside us and, without taking my eyes away from the glorious scene in front of me, poured a healthy amount into my hand.

I saw the strings of her bikini fall away to expose her bare back. She tossed the bikini top onto the table beside us, the motion making the side profile view of her breast jiggle in a delightful way. In that same moment, she flashed a smile at me under a severely flushed face, and her eyes had almost a seductive quality to them.

Then she stepped forward and leaned down to adjust her chaise. She had one arm covering her breasts, but I could see the edge of one of her beautiful pink areolae peeking out from under it. The back of the chaise lowered so that it was a completely flat surface, and she mounted it. Eventually, she had laid down on her belly and rested her head on her arms, waiting for me to begin.

Now, when your waifu appears before you and asks to apply some sunscreen, you move your fuckin’ ass.

“You can get on top if that will be easier,” she said, smiling but still blushing.

Oh, that was dangerous. The display before me had granted a specific kind of male stiffness that might make sitting near her supple and firm rear a risky venture. There was no way she wouldn’t feel it against her shapely butt. Then again, since I was currently wearing a speedo, there was frankly no way she wasn’t aware I had an erection when she made that offer in the first place. Maybe she didn’t mind? I really needed to get into that phone to clarify things.

But for now, I did as I was bidden, and I carefully hopped on top.

And there it was, her bare skin, right before my eyes. It was her back but fuck, what a sexy back. I didn’t give myself any more opportunities for doubt, and I quickly slapped my hand drenched in lotion down on her shoulder-blade.

“Eeep!” she squeaked.

“You okay?” I asked, freezing momentarily.

“Yeah,” she giggled, “it’s just cold.”

Oh, good. Then I realized how silly it was to be this careful. Despite how smooth, soft, and jiggly Kasumi appeared, I had to remember that she was a well-trained warrior. Her whole body was a living weapon wielded by a will of iron, there was no way a scrawny punk like me could seriously hurt her even if I tried.

I started slow, sliding my hand across her skin and enjoying how smooth and nearly flawless it was. I started giving a bit of a massage too, but mostly as an excuse to sink my fingers into her figure. As I suspected, just beneath the surface of the delightful softness was a layer of rigid rock that must have been her muscles.

“So smooth,” I couldn’t help but mutter.

“Really? Ayane has been showing me some of her skincare techniques and I’ve been trying them out,” Kasumi explained. Interesting. So the two hadn’t just patched things up, they were pretty chummy. My curiosity was building. “I’m glad it’s been paying off,” she added.

“Oh yes, for sure,” I assured her and continued feeling up her back, almost forgetting that I had other places to apply the lotion too. I squirted some more sunscreen into my hands and then moved on to her shoulders and neck. As I did, I leaned to the side slightly and could see the bulge of her breast as it pressed down on the cushion of the chaise, the shape was pleasing and quite enticing. I wondered if I should take something of a risk.

I brought my hands down to her sides, gliding my fingertips along them and being careful around the bumps of her undoubtedly sensitive ribs. I was so close to actually touching her breasts that I felt my pinkies lightly graze them and even just that small taste was enough to drive me wild. My boner was full-mast, practically digging into her rear, there was no way she didn’t feel it.

Okay, but seriously, if she could feel how hard I was and clearly wasn’t upset about it, what were the odds she would actually get angry if I just…

Finally, I got brave, and as my hands slid up and down her sides, I let my pinkies and ring fingers press down against the soft bulge of her breasts. I felt my head sail into the clouds of satisfaction. I did it, I touched Kasumi’s breasts.

“Mn, Ren,” she said, startling me and making me reflexively pull my fingers away from her.

“Y-yeah?” I asked, suddenly worried I may have crossed a line.

“D-don’t forget my legs,” she said, quietly.

“Oh, right,” I chuckled nervously and adjusted myself downwards. Now her beautiful rear and thighs were in full view. My head was beginning to get a little hazy with lust, and I was feeling just a little emboldened by it. So, I didn’t even bother with pretense, I just brought my hands down directly onto her soft thighs. I dragged my fingertips across the smooth and meaty expanse and could actually feel a bit of precum leaking from my tip.

I wasted little time bringing my hands upward, sliding them under her bikini bottom to squeeze and knead her shapely rear. I was trying not to make it too obvious that I was wantonly groping her, so I would slide my hands up and down her upper legs, only occasionally slipping them under her swimsuit but savoring it each and every time.

“O-okay, I think it’s time for the… the f-front,” she announced quietly.

THE FRONT!?

“Right!” I replied, trying to hide my enthusiasm for the idea as best I could. I stood up and we shifted positions again. This time when I came back down to straddle her it was a much different experience.

For one thing, we were face to face, and my erection was not only prominent, but she could also clearly see it; my engorged tent was nearly touching her breasts. For another thing, god damn those titties, though. They were perfectly shaped, somehow even perkier and more beautiful than I had ever imagined them to be in my wildest fantasies. The nipples were puffy, pink, and cute. I couldn’t take my eyes away.

“Ren,” Kasumi whined, “d-don’t stare so much.”

My eyes immediately respected her wishes and shot up to her face, and I ogled that with almost as much intensity.

Then she brought her hands up and covered her face, “No, don’t stare there either!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute that was. “You don’t have to be so self-conscious,” I said, “you’re gorgeous!”

She didn’t reply, but after a moment she removed her hands and relaxed, still blushing intensely. I squirted some more sunscreen into my hands and prepared myself for what was about to happen. Time seemed to move in slow motion as my hands drifted down toward their goal, and when they reached their destination, I felt a surge of nearly electrical pleasure erupt into my body. My speedo was absolutely slick with precum now, and it showed no signs of drying up anytime soon. In fact, in a distant corner of my mind, alarm bells were ringing trying to warn me of the inevitable outcome.

But for now, I was too focused on the soft, gravity-defying orbs. My fingers could sink surprisingly far into each breast without losing their shape, and I was groping them wantonly and without a care in the world. I wasn’t even bothering with the pretense of applying lotion, I was just molesting her, and she was letting me.

That was when the alarm bells became clearer, but only because I had passed the point of no return. I was gonna ejaculate without even being touched by her. I panicked and squeezed her breasts very hard as I began to grunt and ejaculate directly into my swimsuit.

“Oh!” Kasumi gasped, and for a brief moment I thought it was all over. This was the lamest thing I could have done, given the circumstances. She brought her hands down to my crotch, and at first, I thought it was because she was trying to avoid getting any of it on her. But on the contrary, she removed the ejaculating rod from the speedo and let the cum splatter across her upper body directly. She then gently began pumping my shaft with her soft hands, urging out as much as possible while also aiming the thick ropes up toward her face.

I couldn’t believe what I was experiencing, my hands were on Kasumi’s tits, fondling them vigorously as I was orgasming, and Kasumi was actively milking my cum onto her face. And to top it all off, when I finally got brave enough to look her in the eye, the eye contact she made was pointed, but not upset in the least. In fact, it was the gaze of someone looking at something they adored.

Occasionally, she would swallow a mouthful of my cream and eagerly await the next helping. Her face and tits were absolutely drenched in my sperm, because apparently I came way more in the Crystal Atlas than normal. She didn’t stop, though, her hands were like pistons.

By the time I was fully spent, I was a panting mess. That had easily been the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and in the post-nut clarity I began to feel a great deal of shame.

My expression must have conveyed my feelings because Kasumi said, “Are you okay, Ren?”

I scratched the back of my head and lifted myself off of her, “Um, well, it’s just that… that was kinda… pathetic.”

Her eyes widened a little, “What? I didn’t think so.”

“R-really? That was really fast, though.”

She only looked at me with a confused expression, “I know. And it’s good that you let it out, it’s not healthy to hold back, you know.”

Okay something funky was going on here. I was not going to complain if she wasn’t, though.

She sat up then and began scooping up the thick layer of jizz that had absolutely glazed her perfect skin. Scoop by scoop, she funneled the cream into her mouth, sometimes slurping it and swallowing every bit.

In the meantime, my curiosity was completely consuming me. I couldn’t put it off any longer and seeing as how this process might last for a few minutes, I retrieved my phone from my shirt pocket and opened it. I thumbed my way to the profile on Kasumi and read it thoroughly as I listened to the girl in question slurp up and gulp down the copious amounts of spunk I’d just drowned her in.

I found out some pretty interesting stuff in the profile, though. Apparently, she and I were dating, like officially. That explained why she was so cool with my various advances. In addition, it seemed I helped her patch things up with Ayane, and now they were best friends who hung out all the time. That fact actually made me smile.

“There,” Kasumi said, snapping me out of my thoughts, “all clean again.” She smiled at me as she stood up. Indeed, there wasn’t even a trace of my defilement.

“S-sorry about that,” I replied, awkwardly.

“That nap really did a number on you, huh?” she said, giggling. “You’re acting like that’s the first time you’ve ever done that,” she added, more quietly and still blushing.

“I guess so,” I said, noncommittally while also having a secret party in my brain.

“There you are!” A new voice called, announcing their approach from the beach. I whirled around to see who it was.