My partner in crime.

A tall and elegant woman stood before me with dark blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She wore a pink slingshot bikini that barely made an effort to contain her rather large breasts, which was a welcome sight. Her most distinctive features, however, were the pink bow perched atop her head, the large curls at the bottom of her shoulder-length hair, a large white lab coat draped across her shoulders like a cape, and a mischievous smile. It was Haruka, but it wasn’t just Haruka.

When I first had the idea to turn this island into a Senran Kagura paradise I knew that I would need an assistant. The lady in the studio obviously would fill that role nicely but I also needed something else, I needed a spy. Someone who would have the inside track on all of the women on the island and might be able to nudge them in the right directions when the time came. Haruka was the perfect choice, this whole operation seemed like something Haruka would not only be on-board for, it wouldn’t surprise me to know she had done it already. So, I decided to kill two birds with one stone and make the lady in the studio assume the role and appearance of the twisted puppet-master.

“That went well,” I said and leaned back, gesturing for her to join me on the chair.

She giggled softly and glided over, planting her soft rear on my lap and throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Lucky you, having such cute girls eyeing you down like that,” she cooed.

I casually slipped a hand inside her skimpy swimsuit and squeezed her fluffy bare breast. “That’s true, I’m certainly getting a lot of attention, especially from Ryoubi. Is she going to be a problem?”

“Out of all of them she is far and away the most suspicious of you. She’s also the most stubborn and antagonistic of them, so I think the answer is ‘yes’.”

I tapped my chin thoughtfully, there was the beginnings of a plan forming in my mind regarding how to deal with her. But for right now I was more interested in relaxing and enjoying myself.

“But everything is working? No subtle sabotage from the Hebijo girls?”

“Nope,” Haruka replied, smiling, “the girls of this island are all yours to enjoy now.”

“Excellent, I think it’s time I started enjoying myself then. Is there anyone nearby?”

She nodded. “Two girls about ten minutes away right out the door. Do you want to know who they are?”

“No,” I said, “make it a surprise, and don’t tell me what category they are either, I wanna find out on my own. Feel free to drop hints if you think I’m not gonna get it, though.”

“As you wish. Will you be presenting them with a drink?”

I grinned. I had a special drink on this island. It wasn’t special because of anything it did, necessarily, it was special because of what it was.

Seeming to take my devilish smile as affirmation, Haruka continued, “I have something to give you that might help.”

“Oh?”

“I already know there’s going to be a lot of demand for our signature drink, so I cooked up something that will help you keep up with it.” Haruka reached into her coat pocket and retrieved a ring. It was just a plain band, but it was pearl in color. Instead of handing it to me, she put it between her lips, wrapping them around it in a small circle. Then she gently took the hand from her breast and brought it up to slide the index finger into the hole.

I complied with her movements, more than happy to put my finger between those luscious, soft lips and feel her moist tongue. She giggled when it entered and even gave the digit a playful suckle before releasing it. Once my hand was returned to me, I gave it an examining look. It didn’t look all that special.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I think I’d much rather show you than tell you.” Haruka replied and slipped her hand down the front of my swim trunks. I was briefly reminded of the only other time I had actually felt a woman’s hand touching my penis and had to inwardly cringe, this was leagues better. The only reason I wasn’t a virgin was a pity fuck, but those days were behind me. Now I had the gorgeous, soft, and sexy Haruka giving me a handjob and a whole island of busty beauties on speed-dial.

After pulling my throbbing member free of the trunks and into the open air her movements very quickly became more intense, she was stroking very vigorously and steadily. It felt incredible, and I was more than happy to accept the attention. In the meantime, I pushed the thin piece of fabric covering her breast, that may as well not have been there, out of the way and pinched her sexy red nipple.

She let out a soft gasp and smiled seductively. “Mh, such a naughty boy,” she said and began stroking even more fiercely. I got goosebumps as I felt the pleasure surge through my body like electricity from her fingers. She continued this for another few minutes and I happily let her, but something strange was happening. Her pace was fast, vigorous, and intense. Had I been using this pace so consistently I would have popped by now at least three times over, and she was much better at this than I was. But in spite of that, nothing was coming. I didn’t even feel close to climax.

“I think something’s wrong,” I said, “I should have cum by now.”

Haruka’s response was a chuckle, “It’s the ring.”

I took my hand off her breast to peer at it. “It stops me from ejaculating?”

“It doesn’t stop you, it just puts you in control.”

Understanding what she said took me a second, and then another second because of her vigorous stroking, but eventually it clicked. I could ejaculate whenever I wanted.

“Oh,” was all I said before just willing myself to cum. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I exploded. Waves of intense pleasure washed over me as I began to shoot rope after rope of sticky spunk into the air. Haruka wasted no time in aiming the tip of my cock toward her so I began plastering her. Then she swiftly snapped her fingers.

An attendant suddenly appeared next to her, dressed in one of the wetsuits I had designed in the studio earlier. The suit zipped up in the back and looked very much like a typical keyhole one-piece but it also went up the neck and all the way over the nose like a mask. Only her blue eyes and brown hair were visible on her face. She carried with her a simple tray that had six glass mason jars on them.

Haruka stood up, took a jar, angled my cock forward a bit, and began to fill the jar with my sperm. It was filling quickly, and something else was happening now that I had begun to ejaculate, I felt no indication that I was going to stop soon. I just kept going and going. Before long, the first jar had been filled. Haruka neatly placed the jar back on the tray and grabbed another. The attendant then made sure the jar was clean before twisting on the metallic lid.

“It’s… fuck… it’s not stopping.” I said, breathily as I continued to unload rope after rope. The feeling was uncomfortable, but not necessarily in a bad way, in fact there was something very very satisfying and pleasurable about continuously shooting one long load.

“Like I said, you’re in control. You can stop whenever you want. I’d recommend waiting until all of these jars are filled, however.”

I nodded vigorously as I continued to spurt. I was more than happy to keep this feeling going, I was frankly amazed my balls had this much to offer.

“How… is there… so much?” I asked.

Haruka giggled cutely and grinned, “That’s also the work of the ring. You have a limitless supply. And it will always remain just as fresh no matter how long it stays out. We can stock up on these drinks anytime you need more.”

I nodded and watched as jar after jar of cum got set on the tray until at last all six had been filled. Using a similar mental method I had used to begin ejaculating, I managed to stop. I panted and finally relaxed, exhausted after at least two full minutes of climax.

“Fucking hell, that was incredible,” I said.

“Agreed,” Haruka replied, “I loved watching you fill up those jars.”

The attendant was now wordlessly placing each of the jars into an insulated portable box that I hadn’t noticed until just then and then closed it.

“So, to be clear,” I began, “nobody will know what that really is?”

“I know, your attendants know, and the Hebijo team will quickly become aware of it. However, the genjutsu will prevent anyone else from even attempting to identify it on their own. They will only know if it is revealed to them, and even once they know they won’t acknowledge it unless pressed on the issue.”

Excellent, everything was going as planned then.

“And the blue category people?”

I decided to have four unique ways of interacting with the girls on this island. These color-coded categories would be over-arching personality traits that I could exploit to give me free access to sexual release whenever I pleased. Blue was one of these categories, along with pink, red, and purple.

“Blue category individuals will become instantly addicted to the drink and will actively seek it out or feel minor discomfort. Eventually these people will be willing to do nearly anything to get their fix. Other categories aren’t likely to seek out the substance but will happily accept it when offered and will nonetheless find it delicious, refreshing, and energizing.”

To make things interesting, I had the studio decide the categories in secret, without my knowledge. That way I could have a little fun finding out what everyone was on my own through experimentation. There would just be one exception to this rule.

“On that note, let’s talk about Ryoubi,” I began, standing up to address the two women, “whatever category she was before, change her to blue.”

Haruka cocked an eyebrow, “The Hebijo team are aware that some of the people on the island will become addicted to your sperm. If you make her category blue, she would be able to correctly deduce that the Hebijo team are under the effects of the genjutsu too.”

“Trust me, I have an idea. In addition, increase security and attendant density around the genjutsu source. I know it will look suspicious, and that’s the point.”

Haruka smiled deviously and ran a soft finger along my chest, “You are so cute when you’re plotting something. I can’t wait to see what you’re planning. What are my orders then?”

“Enjoy yourself. Relax just like you’re one of the vacationers and pretend that you are. I’ll send an attendant for you if I need you. If anyone asks, we’ve never met before. I’d rather the Hebijo team not find out that you’re my inside lady.”

“Likewise,” Haruka nodded, “I don’t think the Crimson Squad would like it much either.”

I clapped my hands together and smiled. “All right, time to get the party started. You said there were two girls not far from here?”

Haruka nodded again.

“All right, you’re both dismissed then.”

With that, both women vanished from sight.