A certain purple-haired kunoichi

In my haste to remove my hand, I accidentally pulled the top of Kasumi’s swimsuit off with it, sending the article sailing into the clear blue sky and exposing her bare breasts to the beach. I couldn’t help but enjoy the brief fraction of a second that I could see her cute, pink nipples before she swiftly brought her arm over her bare chest to hide them from view. She didn’t look very upset, thankfully, but the newcomer was a different story.

I knew who it was the moment I saw her. Her short, bright purple hair and piercing red eyes told me it was Ayane, Kasumi’s half-sister and series rival.

“What are you doing?” She asked in a tone venomous enough to shame a rattlesnake and with a glare icier than the south pole.

“Uh,” was all I could manage in my intimidated state. Although I knew Kasumi could kill me easily, her sister would kill me without a second thought. And though perhaps the canonical version of Ayane wouldn’t care much, I took great care to make sure this island wouldn’t be a warzone. So even though Ayane might be duty-bound to capture Kasumi, she no longer had any ill-will toward her. So now that she was here, in a neutral ground, the two of them were basically just like any other sisters, which was why Ayane was likely very upset right now.

“It’s fine Ayane, he was just applying sunscreen. He’s the owner, it’s just one of his duties.”

Ayane’s glare become noticeably less icy, but it was clear she still didn’t trust me. “He ripped your top off.” She pointed out.

“You startled him, it was an accident.” There was something very satisfying about being defended by Kasumi.

“Why were his hands under there to begin with?” Ayane’s interrogation continued.

Kasumi blushed. “Well, he had to make sure the lotion was applied everywhere.”

Ayane’s lips tilted slightly in an expression that said she didn’t really have any argument left, but she still didn’t like it. It was a bit silly, knowing she truly did have quite a bit of argument left, but the thought that I was doing anything other than my official duty simply didn’t occur to her.

“Well, whatever. If you want some guy groping you I guess it’s none of my business.” Kasumi’s blush intensified.

I had half a mind to offer lotion to Ayane now as well, but the situation had become just a bit too tense and awkward for my liking. I got the feeling I would need to build a bit more trust with Ayane before I could even do anything with her under the pretense of being the island’s owner.

“Well I was just about done anyway,” I began and then stood up, picking up Kasumi’s bra from the sand and handing it to her, “I will let you two enjoy the rest of your day.” I smiled in the most professional manner I could manage and then began walking away.

“Thank you, have a good day.” Kasumi called back to me. I was mildly amused that she just thanked me for fondling her tits and ripping her top off.

“Whatever.” Ayane added, dismissively.

I returned to the walkway after crossing the beach once again. Amehana was there, smiling at my return.

“You shouldn’t be afraid to take risks, Master.” She said, likely knowing that I chose not to do anything with Ayane.

I shrugged. “I know, but I had my fun. I’m just excited to meet the rest of this island’s beauties.”

She nodded and we continued our walk down the tile path. I noticed that we were making our way toward some buildings.

“This is the resort area of the island.” Amehana informed me. “This is where all of the hotels are located, as well as the pool and spa.”

“A good opportunity to find out where my room is.” I pointed out.

Amehana nodded. “Of course, I’ll bring you there first.”

Moving past the large building that looked like the main hotel where all of the guest’s rooms were, we made our way to the pool. It was a very large pool that was extremely well-maintained, with crystal blue rippling water. I noticed a short-haired and slender Ame attendant sitting in the lifeguard chair, and she gave me a polite wave when I looked her way. There was even somebody swimming in the pool, although at my current angle I wasn’t quite able to tell who it was.

After circling around the pool, we arrived at a stout log building. From the outside it looked like a simple and quaint little beach-house.

“That’s your room.”

I looked at the building. “The whole thing?”

Amehana nodded. “I assumed you would want a view of the pool, or more specifically whoever might be relaxing there.”

I looked up at the building again, noting rather large windows and glass double-doors looking directly out to the pool. Amehana assumed correctly.

“Go ahead and have a look inside. I’ll be out here when you’re ready to continue.”

Nodding, I stepped up the stairs leading to the aforementioned double doors and swung them open, taking a look inside. While the outside may have looked simple, the inside was gorgeous. The floors were hardwood with intricate patterns and designs that hugged the log walls. The suite consisted of a single large bedroom with a king-size bed and full couch with a TV, an office that had a better computer than I had in my own home back in the other world as well as a wall of some of my favorite books and manga, and a bathroom that had a full luxury waterjet bathtub and a spacious glass-pane walk-in shower. Each of the rooms had a soft red rug draped over the floors, and I could find all of my anime and game collectibles throughout the suite.

“Wow.” I heard myself say out loud as I took another look around the place, stepping into the bathroom to marvel at it for the third time. My own apartment wasn’t this big.

Suddenly I felt a presence behind me, but by the time I noticed, it was too late. I felt something strike me in the small of my back, right on my spine, that sent a tingling sensation through my whole body. I couldn’t move. Then I felt a soft and wet hand cup over my mouth right as soon as I thought to scream out, then another arm wrapped around my waist, both arms holding my own arms firmly against my sides. The last thing I felt was something soft against my back. I could then hear the soft pitter-patter of water droplets hitting the hardwood floors. It was clear whoever this was, it was the person who was in the pool just moments ago.

“So you’re the new owner I’ve heard so much about.” A voice said from behind me. It was feminine, and had a distinctive British accent that made me understand immediately who it was.

Christie.

The arm around my waist traveled downward, sliding slowly across my abs and down into my trunks. I was immediately confused. As far as I could remember, I had only made it so the ladies on the island would be attracted to me initially and only gradually develop feelings. I hadn’t done anything that would warrant this level of aggressiveness.

My thoughts quickly vanished as soon as I felt Christie’s hand wrap around the shaft of my cock. She began to move her fingers, but not in a stroking motion like I would have expected, instead I felt them press down on specific spots along my flaccid member and even as low as its base. Though she applied a great deal of pressure to these spots, it didn’t really hurt, in fact, the pressure seemed to feel really good, making my dick hard very quickly.

“You seem confused.” She whispered into my ear. “Just relax, you can’t move anyway.”

She was right, I tried to move my arm but the most I could manage was a twitch. The strike to my spine really did shut me down, it seemed.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said, somewhat comfortingly, “this time.”

I tried to ask why she was doing this, but all my lips and tongue could manage in my current state of paralysis was “wuh?”

“Life is fleeting, darling.” She replied as she finally began to stroke my stiff cock. Her movements were slow but deliberate and precise, she continued to apply pressure to very specific points via squeezing, and the sensation was incredible. “I’m not the kind of woman who likes to dance around my feelings and worry about the hows and whys; there might not be enough time to. When I want something, I take it, and I don’t get too bogged down in the details.”

Though she was being a little cryptic, I think I understood. I made it so everyone would be attracted to me, but I didn’t account for the kind of personalities that wouldn’t question such a feeling and just roll with the punches. Now that I thought about it, it fit Christie’s personality perfectly.

“You could use a lesson or two in just going with the flow, darling. Just count your blessings, an anatomical expert is giving you a handjob.” She had a point, and I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was so good at this. She was a world-class assassin that specialized in a precise pressure-point fighting style.

Speaking of which, her calculated squeezing and firm handjob was already pushing me to the edge of my limit, though I was trying my best to hold it back. I didn’t want it to seem like I was a premature ejaculator, but it just felt so good even after what had to be only a single minute of stroking.

Her movements maintained their wonderful precision, but her pace quickened. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with some amount of shame regarding how quick I was, I began to explode into my trunks. I was half expecting a sound that betrayed disgust from behind me, but instead I only heard a soft chuckle. She didn’t retreat her hand, either. She kept stroking, not losing pace or pressure, milking my shaft for every ounce of spunk I had to give.

“Aw, you’ve gone and made a mess.” Christie teased after my ejaculation finally faded to a slow trickle. “Guess we’ll have to do away with these.” She grabbed the waistband of my swim-trunks and yanked them so they fell down around my ankles. I was beginning to be able to move again, but only slightly. It took a massive amount of effort just to bring my hand up to wipe my brow after the intense experience. “I hope you’re not too tired because I’m nowhere close to being done with you.”

Christie grabbed my wrist and started pulling me out of the bathroom and practically flung me onto the couch. I started to feel even more guilty about cumming so quickly, hearing her say that. “I’m sorry.” I managed to slosh out of my mouth.

She just laughed softly, making her pale, hefty breasts jiggle in her pitch-black bikini delightfully. “You came that quickly because I wanted you to. Here, I’ll show you.” She knelt down in front of me and leaned in. Her gorgeous, angled face was smiling deviously and her piercing icy-blue eyes were staring up at me. She brought her hand up to my half-flaccid cock and she pressed two of her fingers under my shaft, right at the base of where my sack met the skin of my rod. She put a lot of pressure into the poke, enough that it almost hurt, but then she let go and my half-hard dick grew almost immediately to its full length in front of her.

She teasingly licked the very tip and then chuckled as she moved her hand up to the top of my shaft, right where it connected to my pelvis. With her index and middle finger she once again pressed down into the base of my cock. An extremely intense wave of pleasure got sent up my spine and sent shivers through my whole body. An instant later I felt something coming, it was an orgasm. There was nothing I could do to stop it, it was like her fingers were pressed against a crack in a dam and the pressure caused the whole thing to collapse.

Noticing my reaction, she immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, and when I began to ejaculate, for the second time in what had to be less than two minutes, I was unloading what felt like a garden hose of spunk directly into her mouth. While maintaining perfect eye-contact with me she swallowed down everything that came out, breathing calmly through her nose between each deliberately loud “gulp”.

The sensation was amazing, she had somehow managed to make me ejaculate with barely any stimulation at all, just a simple press of her fingers in apparently just the right spot. I had no idea the human body came equipped with an ejaculation button, but here I was, feeling like I was cumming a gallon of semen into her mouth and listening as she swallowed every drop. I definitely saw what she meant now. If she wanted me to last longer than I did, she certainly could have made me. I was like clay in her delicate hands, able to be molded however she pleased.

Finally, the surge of sperm ended, and she slid her mouth off my sensitive prick. “Mmm, that’s the best-tasting spunk I’ve ever had the pleasure of swallowing.” I felt myself blush slightly at the compliment. “My instincts made the right choice, attracting me to you.”

She stood up, and I was about to try and stand as well, but she pushed me back down to the couch, and once again placed her fingers under my shaft to make it become erect yet again. “Nope, I’m still not done.” She grinned devilishly and pulled on the string to her jet-black bikini top. It fell to the ground at her feet, revealing a pristine pair of teardrop-shaped breasts with puffy nipples that were just a shade darker than the rest of her fair skin. Then she pulled the string on her bottoms, letting that piece of fabric fall down as well. Her pussy was now in full view, still moist from the pool as well as our previous couple minutes of activities. Above her tight-looking hole were snow-white pubes in a sharp, well-groomed landing strip.

Without wasting any second, or any movement, she straddled my lap, my cock rested on the gentle fur of her strip as her bare breasts mashed against my face. Her sharp, feminine smell was phenomenal, and the smothering softness against my face was delightful.

She began to move her hips, teasing my shaft by sliding it across the lips of her cunt back and forth. Even her hips moved with deliberation, it seemed like even in the throws of passion, Christie couldn’t help but be delightfully precise.

I wasn’t able to breath through her massive tits, but I made no effort to panic. She wanted me to relax, so I was going to relax. Before long, she finally lifted herself off, letting me take a sharp inhale of breath.

“Do you like my tits, darling?” She asked.

Still too out of breath to speak, I simply nodded in response.

“Good.” She grabbed my wrists and brought my hands up to each orb of flesh. “I suppose I can let you play with them, then.” She maintained her expression when my hands touched the skin of her breasts, but I could tell from the very faint blush on her cheeks that they felt good to her.

Without hesitation I started to manhandle them. They were soft and delightfully malleable; my fingers could sink into the flesh a surprising amount before they started to really give me resistance. But even still, the moment I let them go, they went right back to their natural, but shapely, state. I could hear her pant, likely from how good my hands felt on her tits, and her grinding against my rock-hard dick was becoming more and more intense, betraying her true feelings in spite of her best efforts.

Without much warning she shifted her hips so that the stiff length of my cock slipped right into her moist pussy. She let out a moan at my entry, and then gave a soft growl as she started to bounce up and down in my lap. I decided to shift my hands from her breasts down her waist to her butt, gripping both amazing orbs of assflesh as she fucked me. This was definitely better than my first time.

Despite the skill and precision she had with her hands, I honestly thought there was no way she could have made the simple act of intercourse more enjoyable as well, and I was wrong. Even in this position the movements of her hips, legs, and even the subtle poses she was giving me as visual stimulus as she bounced up and down on my cock, were calculated and pointed. Everything I was experiencing that she could possibly grant to me was heightening my pleasure. From the sounds of the moans she was making, that I was pretty sure weren’t fake but honestly didn’t even care if they were, it seemed she was enjoying the experience as well. If she wasn’t faking it, it spoke to her will of steel that she was able to still be so deliberate in all of her actions in spite of so much pleasure.

I could feel that I wasn’t going to last long, even though I had already ejaculated twice now, and she began to pick up the pace which certainly didn’t help. She was now impaling herself on my cock, sliding herself almost all the way off of my stiff rod just to slam herself all the way back down to the base. The intensity was so much that my hands tightened their grip on her ass, digging my nails into the flesh as I felt myself nearing yet another orgasm.

“You’re going to cum soon, aren’t you? I can feel it. Go ahead and let it out inside of me, don’t hesitate.” She practically moaned this demand, sliding up and down my dick in a rapid fashion.

Once again, I felt myself explode, this time into the warm, wet embrace of Christie’s pussy. At the same time she moaned, for perhaps the first time since my encounter with her began, and I even felt the walls of her cunt tighten and pulsate around my dick, milking it for every last bit of sperm I had to offer.

When at last the feeling of my third climax subsided, she pulled herself up and off the couch. I could see her cunt drooling with the pearly white cream of my spunk as she put her hands on her hips and grinned at me.

“That was lovely. What was your name again?” She asked.

“Andrew,” I replied, “you can call me Ander.” I gave her a wink in spite of my exhaustion.

She chuckled softly. “And how did you enjoy yourself, Andrew?” I noted that she chose not to call me by my self-given nickname. I did like the way she said my name though, like she was tasting each syllable with her tongue.

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had.” It was only the second instance, but I wasn’t about to admit that.

“I imagine so, especially for your second time.” It looked like I didn’t need to. “You don’t need to act tough, darling. I’ve made my choice, and you’re going to be my lover whether you like it or not.”

“What?” I managed, staring wide-eyed.

“I told you, if I see something I want I will have it. But you don’t need to worry, being in the spotlight doesn’t suit me… usually.” She winked. My mind immediately went to a cutscene in one of the games where she was posing as a stripper and a poledancer. “So, you don’t have to worry about me causing any unnecessary drama about whatever you get up to on this island… or whom you get up to. I’ll get you when I feel like I need you, as long as you promise to do the same.”

Before I could interject with any questions or concerns, she began to walk out of my little beach house. Just before she reached the door she turned to me. “Oh, and the name’s Christie, by the way. Nice to meet you. You’re welcome to keep my swimsuit as a souvenir.” After that she was gone out of the door.

I realized in that moment that the entire encounter and all three ejaculations must have happened within the span of only about fifteen minutes. I leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. I just fucked a world-class assassin. And now I was her boyfriend.

“Holy shit.”