You snap awake

You regain consciousness just a few moments later. You are flat on your back on the futon with Yoshida on top of you. You can barely breathe but manage to wriggle your way out from under him. The copious amount of semen helps with that. As soon as you are free, you activate your minicomp and send a brief, coded pulse message to Ishikawa. Then you slump forward, your head in your hands. That was...you don’t even know what that was. It was insanity. You feel like you could sleep for a week. You had already lost one of your tabi when escaping from under Yoshida and the other is soaked with cum. You take it off and toss it across the room. A chill runs up your spine since your whole body is wet. You are honestly not even sure what is sweat and what is cum. Your pussy is gaping open and still has semen draining out of it.

A noise makes you look up and you see the door slide open and then quickly closes. It looks like it did it by itself but you are aware of what really happened. Ishikawa pulls down the hood of his suit and his head pops into view. It seems to be floating in midair. He is wearing a state-of-the-art camouflage suit provided by the CIA. You can’t meet his eyes, feeling more than a little humiliated that he at least heard most of what just happened. The worst part is that everything goes hazy from the time Yoshida started fucking you. You have no idea what you might have said. Or screamed.

“Maybe you should put something on,” Ishikawa says softly. He is also avoiding looking at you.

“I can barely move.” Now you knew it wasn’t an exaggeration when girls joked they would have trouble walking. Of course, most of them didn’t have to deal with a genetically-engineered freak of a cock. “Just hurry up. He has some kind of alteration that allows him to go from sloppy drunk to perfectly sober in like five fucking seconds. I have no idea how long this will keep him out.” It had been designed to wear off somewhat quickly as it was. They didn’t want Yoshida to think anything was seriously amiss, after all.

Ishikawa nods and hustles over. He quickly takes what he needs. Fingerprints, DNA samples, blood samples, retinal scans and even a semen sample in case Yoshida was a fucking weirdo. Then with a final, conflicted glance in your direction, Ishikawa puts his hood back on and leaves. When the door closes again, you sigh in relief. Now the rest of the mission was his. All you had to do was keep Yoshida occupied for the rest of the night. You adjust your position so that you are on your knees, hovering above Yoshida, and another wave of semen drains out of you. That might be easier said than done.

Yoshida starts stirring and you let your eyes get a touch misty. A strong Japanese woman would be concerned here but not hysterical. Yoshida groans and you place a hand on his shoulder. “Yoshida-sama, are you alright?”