You walked down Main Street, completely naked.
Strangely, you didn't feel panic. No security was chasing you. No one screamed. In fact, most people barely batted an eye.
And the ones who did?
Let's just say you were drawing the right kind of attention.
A pair of girls from the High School DxD universe strolled past—Akeno, in a black string bikini with crimson trim, gave you a slow once-over and bit her lip. "Now that's confidence," she murmured to her companion.
Rias Gremory, beside her in a deep scarlet halter bikini that hugged every curve of her hourglass frame, glanced your way and smirked. She agreed.
Main Street was a dreamlike strip of bright storefronts and beach resort madness. Bikini-clad women were everywhere—lounging in sun chairs, dancing near smoothie stalls, browsing racks of sunglasses and glittery sarongs. Every body type, every style: athletic, curvy, petite, statuesque. All confidently owning the summer vibe.
Ahead, a trio of girls waved you down.
Mirko from My Hero Academia was in a white sports-style two-piece, her toned muscles glistening under the sun. She crossed her arms. "Heh! Hey, you! Yeah, you! Interested in a fourway?
Beside her, Yoruichi Shihōin lounged against a shop wall in a purple bandeau bikini that matched her golden eyes. Her long legs were crossed, her hips tilted just enough to show off how sculpted she really was. "Stop it, Mirko. Look at him, he's exhausted. Give him some time." She gave you a wink. "He's definitely not shy so we can wait."
The third girl, Mai Shiranui, wore a fiery red microbikini with a plunging neckline, her bust almost bouncing out with each breath. "Poor boy," she said, mock-pouting. "His balls are already so empty. Don't we have healers around?"
You didn't stop. Mostly because if you did, your cock might harden and betray you. You were empty and hungry but you could probably go for around ten rounds. Against Mirko, Yoruichi, and Mai, was that enough? Probably not. Actually, definitely not. For your sake, as Mai suggested, you needed a healer.
Hinata Hyuga passed by in a modest lavender bikini that still hugged her body like it was custom-stitched by a goddess. She caught your eye, blushed, and kept walking—quickly.
You really needed a healer and food, pronto.
That was when you saw it: a low, coastal-style café with sheer white curtains swaying in the sea breeze. The chalkboard sign out front read:
Bikini Bean Café – Cold drinks, hot service.
You headed in. A little bell over the door jingled softly.
Inside, the air was cool and smelled like vanilla, coconut, and roasted espresso. Soft jazz played from a speaker. Rattan chairs, sun-bleached tables, and ceiling fans gave it a laid-back, tropical lounge vibe. Bikini-clad patrons sipped iced lattes and fruit smoothies. The lighting was soft and gold.
Behind the bar stood Saber—yes, that Saber—from Fate/stay night.
Her golden hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and her white and blue two-piece bikini hugged her small, lean frame. She wore an apron over it, but the top of the bikini still peeked out, and her abs were subtly defined beneath the apron's fabric. She looked calm, composed, and somehow still like she could take down an army even while making a cappuccino.
She looked up and—without missing a beat—smiled. "Welcome. Sit, a waitress will tend to you." Her eyes flicked down. "Ah, your balls are empty. Don't worry, we have something to help with that."
So you sat at a table.
Another barista walked by carrying a tray of rainbow-layered drinks. It was Zero Two from Darling in the Franxx, in a hot pink string bikini and heart-shaped sunglasses. She gave you a look up and down, grinned, and kept walking with a soft hum.
Women of all kinds filled the café, lounging, chatting, laughing. Ochaco Uraraka sat in the corner with a bubble tea the size of her head, wearing a cute pink-and-white polka dot bikini. Nico Robin sat under a ceiling fan reading a book, her dark blue wrap skirt parted just enough to reveal her toned legs beneath her navy bikini.
It was paradise.
And somehow, your complete nudity was just a footnote in this bizarre dreamscape.
"Here you are~!"
Zero Two returned with a wink and a special tray. You received a nice cup of coffee, toast, and a sandwich. You ate and drank and quickly replenished your energy.
'Huh…' You blinked when you realized you were done with your sandwich and feeling significantly more energized. 'Whatever Saber did worked…'
By the time you were only left with your coffee, you didn't realize that many of the other customers had left. Or that something interesting was about to happen when the bell over the door jingled again.
You looked up.
Chiaki Nanami sauntered through the entrance, her ruffled white bikini hugging her curves perfectly, the ribbon tied delicately at her chest drawing your gaze to the beauty mark just above her right breast. Her sleepy, half-lidded eyes seemed to take in everything around her without missing a beat. She looked calm, quiet, and undeniably alluring.
"Oh, hey."
She was…talking to you, it seemed, since you were the only one here except for Saber.
"I brought donuts," Chiaki said, bringing up the box in her hand. "Do you want some?"
Donuts? Apologies to the donuts but nobody was looking at that. You just learned that she had a beauty mark on her right breast.
"Sure." You gestured and she nodded. She slid into the seat across from you. Her presence was strangely comforting, even as your heart raced. She ordered a drink—something fruity with a colorful umbrella—and took a slow sip before her gaze settled on you again.
After that, the donuts. Quietly, the two of you ate, until she decided to pull out a game console and start playing.
"Having fun?" you asked.
"Mhm. The Switch 2 is a bit big but I like it."
Talk about innuendos. "So you prefer the original?"
"Mm, I think I prefer the 3DS. It was the best combination of the original DS and the 3D world. I liked the camera too. Oh, and all the DS games were available too."
"Cool, cool."
"You look tense," Chiaki suddenly said, her tone casual, almost bored, as if she were commenting on the weather. "Do you want help?"
You blinked, unsure if you'd heard her correctly. "What do you mean?"
"Do you want a blowjob?"
It was like she was asking to play a round of Mario Kart, except no, she was offering to suck your dick. You glanced around the café. Only Saber was here so it did seem…safe. Was public sex allowed?
'Probably, right?'
Before you could second-guess yourself, you nodded. "Okay."
Chiaki's smile widened ever so slightly and she slid off her chair gracefully, disappearing beneath the table. You felt her hands on your knees, gently nudging them apart. Your cock already half-hard from the sheer audacity of the situation.
She didn't waste time. You felt her soft lips wrap around the tip, her mouth warm and wet as she took you in. It wasn't frantic or eager—Chiaki moved at her own pace, slow and deliberate, as if this were just another casual activity for her. Her tongue swirled lazily around the head, slurp, and the heat of her mouth sent shivers up your spine. She didn't bob her head or suck intensely; instead, she simply held you there, letting the warmth of her mouth do all the work.
Her hand cupped your balls, massaging them gently,
You couldn't suppress the low groan that escaped your lips. You glanced down briefly, catching a glimpse of her face—her eyes were closed, her expression serene, as though she were completely engrossed in what she was doing. The contrast between her calm demeanor and the growing heat between your legs was almost maddening.
Your cock throbbed in her mouth, fully hard now, and she responded by taking you deeper, her lips pressing snugly around your shaft. This blowjob was incredible—unhurried, yet overwhelmingly intense. Your fingers clenched the edge of the table as pleasure coiled tight in your sack.
"Chiaki…" you breathed. "Y-you're amazing at this…!"
She hummed softly in response. That was all it took. Your orgasm hit hard, splurt, and she didn't pull away. She stayed there, swallowing every drop as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When she finally released you with a soft pop, her lips glistened faintly in the dim light of the cafe.
She emerged from under the table, looking as composed as ever, as if she hadn't just given you one of the best blowjobs of your life. But before she could say anything, you grabbed her wrist and pulled her upright.
"My turn," you said. You were not going to let this gamer chick from Danganronpa avoid experiencing your dick. You were not going to let her die a gruesome death. Nope, you were going to bring the greatest joy a woman could experience: an orgasm. Real love.
Chiaki did not show any emotion or resist as you put her onto the table. She lay back against its surface, her ruffled bikini top slipping slightly to reveal more of that beauty mark that had caught your eye earlier. You wasted no time in pushing her legs over her shoulders, pinning her in place. Your cock slapped her pussy through her ruffled bottoms.
The mating press—face-to-face, her body folded tightly beneath yours—left no room for hesitation. One hand twisted the fabric aside and you thrust into her with one smooth motion, plap, and she let out a soft gasp. Chiaki's initial reaction was subdued, her eyes half-closed, her breathing steady but shallow.
"Mmmph! Nggghh!"
She was making cute little noises. You climbed on top of the table, not caring about your surroundings, and squatted for better, deeper penetrations.
"Mmmmmpph!"
As you began to fucker harder, plap plap plap, you could feel her body responding.
"Hgnnngh! Haaah…! T-that's…!" She gasped. Her lips parted slightly, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as you hit that sweet spot inside her. Her moans started low and quiet, barely audible over the rhythmic sound of your hips and balls slapping against her.
"T-this is—! Mmmph! I-I can't…! I can't…!"
She orgasmed. Chiaki orgasmed and you didn't stop. You didn't give her time. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned.
With each thrust, they grew louder, more unrestrained. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening as pleasure overtook her.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"You're… really good at this," she murmured between breaths. "I-it's really, really good!"
You smirked, increasing your pace. Chiaki's calm façade was crumbling fast—her moans turned into desperate cries, plap plap plap, and she clung to you as if she never wanted to let go. Her thighs quivered against your sides, her body tightening around you as she neared her climax.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please… I need it."
Her words were all the encouragement you needed.
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PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygoddd~!"
Ten minutes later and Chiaki looked like a completely different woman. Her usually calm, observant demeanor was shattered, replaced by desperate moans and whimpers as your cock plunged deep into her, rearranging her guts with every thrust. "You're… you're so deep… ah!" she cried out, her hands gripping the edges of the table as her body bounced with the force of your movements. "You're so deep! You're SO deeeeep~! You're going to hit a high score!"
You didn't let up, your hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that echoed through the quiet beach cafe.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Your balls smacked, your cock went deep, and Chiaki's gasps and cries turned up a notch. Her pussy was so tight, so fucking wet, gripping your cock like a vice as you fucked her in the mating press position, her legs pinned up over her shoulders, her body completely at your mercy.
"You're taking it so well, Chiaki." You leaned down to lick a trail up her neck before biting down softly on her earlobe. "Your pussy's made for this, isn't it? Made for my cock." She could only nod weakly, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as you continued to pound into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"G-g-g-gonna cum! Gonna—"
Cum. No surprise there. She convulsed because you still fucked her through it.
"You want my load, don't you?"
"Y-y-y-yes! Yes, I do! Yes, I dooo!"
"Say it then!"
"I want it! I want your cum! I want the best high score!"
You pulled out just as she was coming down from her high, your cock throbbing as you shot your load all over her stomach and chest, thick ropes of cum covering her pale skin. Chiaki lay there, completely fucked out, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
"W-w-why…?"
"Well, there's always a next time, right?"
That was when the door to the cafe opened once more.
Peko Pekoyama entered, her silver braids dripping from her swim, her wet bikini clinging to her tall, toned frame. She was adjusting her hair and she didn't notice the two of you at first. But when her red eyes flicked over the scene before her, taking in the sight of Chiaki sprawled out on the table, covered in your cum, and you standing there, still hard and ready for more, she didn't seem surprised at all.
"I see you two are already going at it," Peko said calmly, her voice cool and composed as always. "I shall join."
Without waiting for a response, she walked over to you, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You reached out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close, your lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss. Peko responded immediately, her hands tangling in your hair as she kissed you back just as fiercely.
Just like that, you were going to fuck another chick. It was absurd. You got done mating pressing Chiaki and now…
"Mmmph!"
You broke the kiss just long enough to guide her over to another table, lifting her up and laying her down on it. Her stoic demeanor didn't falter as you pushed her bikini bottoms aside, exposing her already wet pussy.
It was the same as before: a mating press. You didn't waste any time so you didn't push her legs onto her shoulder. You just climbed the table and lined your cock up with her entrance before thrusting in deep, earning a rare gasp from Peko as you filled her completely.
"S-so big…!" Peko breathed, her composure cracking as you started to move. You slammed into hers with the same relentless pace you'd used on Chiaki. There was no holding back, no increasing pace.
You were going at max power right from the get-go.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Mmmpph! Y-y-you…! You're gonna—"
First orgasm. Boom. Her legs were bouncing and she let out a heavy shaky breath. Red eyes were beginning to break from their usual confidence.
"Is this… is this how you plan to defeat me?" Peko asked, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt to stay calm. "D-do not think this will—hnggh! That this will give you victory!"
A challenge, like with some of the others. Peko was a samurai-type. Honour and challenge and strength mattered to her. It seemed the characters at this resort retained their core personalities, but in a strange sexualized manner.
"Yeah," you growled, leaning down to nip at her neck as you continued to fuck her. "I'm gonna break you, Peko. I'm gonna make you fucking scream."
And you did. With every thrust, Peko's stoic facade crumbled a little more, her moans growing louder and more desperate as you fucked her harder and deeper.
You were giving everything you had. Fucking her like crazy, focusing on no technique and only aggression. "Is this blade too much for you, Peko Pekoyama?"
"I-it is surely big! And deep! B-but I do not give up simply from such things!"
She tried to wrap her legs around your waist, to pull you in even closer, but ultimately failed. You dicked her down too good.
"C-c-cummiiing! I am cumming! Hngggh~!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Who's your master?"
"Ngnngghh! Y-y-you are! You are my master!" Peko gasped. You were just fucking her brains out, making her confused. "This cocckk! I-it's too good, Master! It is—hngggh~!"
You kissed her. A reward for calling you Master.
It wasn't long before Peko was cumming again, her toes curling inward as she came apart beneath you. This was a woman whose whole life was spent on training her feet for footwork.
Yet this cock, your cock, it made all that training mean nothing.
Her cries filled the cafe as you kept fucking her through it. "Master! Master! Masterrrr!" she moaned, her hands clawing at your back as she held on for dear life. "I can't stop cumming! I can't stop feeling so good! I'm so lucky! I am SO LUCCCKKKY~!"
You didn't stop, your own release building quickly as you continued to pound into her. "You're mine, Peko," you growled, your hips slamming into hers with a final, powerful thrust as you came deep inside her, filling her with your cum.
Peko's eyes widened slightly as she felt your hot seed spilling into her, her breath hitching as you kept fucking her, your cock still hard and throbbing as you claimed her completely. "You… you're insatiable…" she breathed, her voice shaky as she looked up at you.
"Yeah," you said with a smirk, leaning down to capture her
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…
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"M-m-master…"
Peko's body went limp beneath you, her silver braids splayed across the table. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Her glasses were askew, her usually composed face now slack with exhaustion. You leaned back, your cock still slick with her juices, and smiled at the sight of her completely undone. She was out cold, just like Chiaki had been. Two down, you thought, your grin widening as you heard the jingle of the cafe door opening again.
You were horny and hot and ready to rail the next pussy.
"Hellooo~! I am here for my favourite cock!"
Fortunately, the next pussy was very eager for just that.
"Oh my, you already took Peko and Chiaki? Goodness, so wild!" The cheerful voice rang out, belonging to the one and only Princess Sonia Nevermind. Her dark-blue wetsuit hugged her gorgeous hourglass frame. The pink and white accents along the arms and legs made her look positively sexy. Her pale sea-blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she raised one arm in a dramatic wave, her smile radiant as ever.
"Me, me! Me next! Me next!"
You didn't waste any time. "Sonia," you said, your voice low and hungry as you approached her. "You're right on time."
Your bobbing erection earned a giggle. "I hope so!"
She giggled again, her cheeks flushing pink as she sauntered over to the front counter. She bent over, her hands gripping the edge of the surface, and you could see the cleverly designed hole in her wetsuit that exposed her smooth, inviting pussy. "I've been waiting for this all day," she purred, glancing over her shoulder at you with an innocent smile. "Don't keep me waiting any longer."
You didn't need to be told twice. Stepping behind her, you ran your hands over the curves of her ass, feeling the sleek material of her wetsuit under your palms. It was tight, clinging to her every curve, and you relished the sight of her perfect body bent over for you. Your cock twitched, already hard again, and you pressed it against her pussy, rubbing the length of it between her folds.
"Oh!" Sonia gasped, her knees jerking slightly as she felt the heat of your cock against her. "That's it… yes, please…do not hold back."
"Even though you're royalty?"
"All royalty belongs to you. And…" Sonia smiled cutely. "Right now, I am not a princess. I am merely a woman."
You grabbed her hips firmly, positioning yourself at her entrance before thrusting into her in one smooth motion. Sonia let out a loud, delighted shriek as you filled her up, her pussy clenching around you immediately. "Fuck, yes! Yes!"
"Already swearing? Not princess like at all!"
"I-I apologize! I do sincerely!" Sonia cried out, smiling. You started fucking her in deep, relentless strokes and that smile only grew.
Her ass slammed back. This blonde princess was greedy. You groaned at her tight, wet cunt actually trying to fuck back. Your hands slid up to her waist, then higher to grope her breasts through the wetsuit, feeling their weight and softness even through the thick material.
God, Sonia was incredible. You fucked and groped and she thanked you for it.
"I-I am glad, nngh, that you like my breasts! My mother was quite flat so I am lucky!!"
"Really lucky!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Keep going! Fuck me harder!"
You leaned over her, your hands still on her tits as you whispered in her ear, "You're so fucking hot, Sonia. I'm not stopping until you're apologizing."
"I won't apologize! Not for this! Not for this cock! Not for this happiness!" Sonia whimpered and her arms failed. Her head hit the table. "Not for cummiiing!!!"
She had the right attitude about it. Her eyes rolled back with a big, happy smile and her pussy gushing.
"I love your balls slapping!"
Sonia gasped.
"I love your cock being so deep!"
Sonia whimpered.
"I love your hands on my breasts!"
Sonia mewled. She looked straight ahead, blue eyes dusting with animalistic lust.
"I love it! I love it, I love it! I LOVE SEX!!"
Sonia loved climaxing. It made her forget her duties. It made her forget everything but herself and the man loving her.
Were you actually done though? Hell no. She was a princess and princesses deserved princess treatment. Pulling out of her with a slick pop, you flipped her onto her back on the counter and spread her legs wide. She looked up at you with wide eyes, her chest heaving as she panted. "Ooh! I-is this the mating press?" she asked, her voice breathless but excited.
"Yep," you said with a wicked grin, lining yourself up with her entrance once more before thrusting back into her in a single, powerful motion. Sonia screamed again, her hands flying to your shoulders as you pinned her down and started fucking her in the mating press position.
Her legs wrapped around your waist automatically and you leaned over her, your eyes locked on hers as you pounded into her with everything you had. Her pussy was so slick with her juices and your precum that every thrust was smooth and deep, your cock hitting all the right spots inside her.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Cummingcummingcumming—!"
Mating press. Again.
Third time was the charm. Whatever charm actually meant in this sex-filled scenario.
"Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! You're so good! So good!" Sonia shrieked, fingers hanging into your shoulders. She was clinging to you. Her face was flushed, her mouth open in a constant stream of moans and cries as you fucked her harder than anyone ever had.
Yes! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" the blonde princess wailed, her fingers clawing at the counter as you pounded into her with even more force. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of you.
It wasn't long before Sonia was cumming again and shuddering violently. "Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Yes!" Her pussy clamped down on your cock like a vice, milking every inch of you as she came apart. "I decree this cock! I love this cock! This cock! Making me cummmm~!"
She moaned loudly. She moaned with no shame. It didn't matter who was watching or if they were watching. All that mattered was that her royal pussy was getting rearranged by you.
You could feel your orgasm building faster this time, your balls tightening. "Fuck, Sonia," you groaned, your hips pistoning into hers. "I'm gonna cum again."
"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me up!" She arched off the counter as she came again, her pussy convulsing around your cock. "Pleeease! Give my your royal seed!"
You were royalty? Well, so it seemed. Whatever the case, your hot seed spilled into her and Sonia Nevermind lost her voice from the ecstasy. You kept fucking her through it, your cock pulsing as you emptied yourself into her over and over again.
When you finally slowed to a stop, Sonia was a panting, trembling mess beneath you. She looked up at you with a dazed smile, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was breathless. Her hair was a mess.
The princess passed out. It was over.
You pulled yourself away from her and the table and stood in the middle of the Bikini Bean Café, still gloriously naked, cock twitching softly.