It was morning. Through the beach, you walked like a man who'd gone twelve rounds and you technically did. The sand under your feet felt like lava. Your spine protested with every step. Muscles you didn't know you had were sore. Even your eyelids felt tired.
Tsunade, Rangiku, and Powergirl.
Your shrivelled up balls couldn't possibly go again. No way. That was until you heard a slutty voice, and what else could it be but slutty?
"Never thought I'd see a man defeat those three."
You turned. Your empty balls tightened.
An gorgeous Asian lady stood in the shade of a leaning palm, one leg crossed over the other, her stance casual but calculated. While the rest of the beach was dotted with bright bikinis and laughter, this chick wore what she always wore: something that didn't belong here, and yet made perfect sense on her. A crimson silk dress, slit high enough to tease glimpses of thigh with every shift of her hips. Black heels that shouldn't have been able to tread sand as easily as they did. A half-smirk curved her lips, painted a light pink.
This was Ada Wong and her eyes swept you up and down. They paused briefly—too briefly—on your shrivelled up cock and balls before flicking back up with that unreadable, sultry smirk.
Ada was clearly amused. The morning breeze played with her dark hair, strands catching the light as she started a slow walk toward you. Every step was unhurried, her hips swaying, as if she had all the time in the world and you were the only thing worth watching.
Ada stopped just close enough for you to catch her perfume; something subtle, intoxicating, and expensive (ambery cherry?). "You know, modesty is a thing," Ada murmured. "But then again, I can't blame a man for losing it after those three."
You shifted under her gaze, suddenly aware of every inch of exposed skin, every bead of sweat trailing down your chest. And though you expected her to tease further, Ada did something else: she dangled something in front of you. A small, silver key glinting in the sunlight, twirling lazily from her finger.
"This," Ada said, "was supposed to be yours yesterday. A hotel room. Clean sheets. Privacy. A place to actually recover."
You blinked twice. "Yesterday?"
Ada Wong's smile turned razor sharp. "But clearly, you were busy. Priorities, right?"
Right, you had been fucking all day yesterday. The teasing edge in her tone cut deep and you couldn't help the half-smile tugging at your lips. "Guess word travels fast."
"Oh, I don't need word," Ada said, leaning in just enough for her lips to hover near your ear. "I can see it written all over you."
Her eyes flicked downward once more, this time brazenly. And then back up again, cool and unreadable, as if she hadn't just made your pulse skip and your dick twitch.
Ada let the key dangle between you, brushing it lightly against your chest before pulling it back. "So… what do you say? You going to keep showing off for the whole beach? Or do you want to follow my advice and actually rest?"
"Sure," you ended up saying, trying to ignore how good she smelled, how dangerous her smile was. You couldn't ignore it. Any of it. The shape of her body in that dress to her sultry voice.
So your cock decided to introduce itself at full capacity. Twitch, twitch! A spurt of pre-cum followed too. Ada was genuinely surprised. She looked down, like, "Oh." More drops of pre-cum followed and a lengthy glance at your weakly throbbing erection ensued.
Ada turned her head. Your erection, whether it was big or small, seemed to stir emotions in her. Emotions she did not expect. Firstly, because you had just gone through the big titty committee. The three bombshells who, theoretically, could and should drain any man till they had nothing left.
Yet…you did have something else. Your erection showed as much.
"Hm. Not bad."
Ada's expression was full of a kind curiosity. Nonchalant, her gloved finger ran along the topside of your shaft. She went forward, forward, forward, reached your pelvis, and then went down and yanked your balls.
Oh fuck.
You didn't know why. You assumed it was because you were still sensitive with your rounds against the big-titty committee, but you came. You actually came. Spurt, spurt!
Ada's grip of your balls had been a command. The little drag of her finger was a lever to be pulled and this was the outcome—cumming and blasting out dribbles of cum on the sand, failing to reach her thighs. She was right in front of you too. Ada Wong, her head tilted to the left deeper. She hummed and observed you ejaculating.
Spurt, spurt, spurtttt!
"Oh my…!"
Then she released your balls. Your load slowly ended. You panted. Ada did not move away, she simply crossed her arms. She didn't sneer or show contempt; she was being objective about what had transpired.
"See? Far too sensitive and far too little. All these women, all these abilities, they have affected you negatively. You need a break."
Your cum had been watery. Your dick shrivelled up once more. Drip, drip. Hardly anything worthwhile remained either. Come on, after Tsunade, Rangiku, and Powergirl, how could a man possibly hope to be in a better state?
"The hotel is the tallest in the town. You won't miss it," Ada said.
You reached for the key, but she pulled it back a hair, forcing you to lean closer. Her eyes caught yours, unwavering, unreadable, but brimming with that same maddening allure that had always been hers alone.
Finally, she dropped the key into your hand. Her fingers brushed yours briefly before she stepped back.
"Good luck~"
Just like that, Ada Wong retreated and walked away, leaving you clutching the key, still sore, still exhausted, still flaccid… but now with a sense of a plot in your head. Ada Wong was your ultimate goal. Until you got rest and trained a bit, you couldn't face her.
'But tomorrow, I'm going to fuck her.'
That was a promise. The hotel awaited.
As Ada mentioned, it was the tallest in the main street/town of the beach. It wasn't that tall though, it was four floors total and wide. In general, this whole beach resort was minimalist and colourful. The hotel was no exception.
Glass balconies lined every floor, catching the sun, and the ground level was alive with the hum of voices and laughter. All women too. Everyone eyed you like candy.
'Rest,' you told yourself. 'Rest first.'
The front door was of a glass composition too. Said glass doors slid open with a whisper, cool air rushing out to greet you. The lobby was bathed in natural light pouring down from a wide skylight above, scattering across polished stone floors. White walls, framed seashell decorations, aquariums built into corners. It smelled faintly of saltwater, citrus, and sunscreen.
The hotel's staff were…
'Wow.'
Phew, they were hotties. Every worker you passed wore bikinis in different colors and different cuts, but all coordinated somehow to the hotel's breezy palette. And every single one of them, you realized with a jolt, you recognized. Faces you'd seen before, women from worlds you thought you'd left behind.
But only one approached you.
"Welcome, sir."
Asuna Yuki.
Her long, light-brown hair hung down one shoulder with a scrunchie at the end. She wore a white and red striped bikini that clung to her in a way that made your brain short-circuit for a full two seconds. Her body was lean, toned, and elegant. She was smiling at you, bright and dangerously pretty.
Instinct took over. "Oh, hi." Your dick twitched. Not hard yet but noticeable anyway. You were the only male on this resort. It was like a dream.
Asuna noticed and giggled. "I think your balls will deflate if you keep going," she said, laughing. "I was thinking something else."
Your shoulders slumped in both relief and minor disappointment. "Oh. Good."
"I'll be your attendant for your stay," Asuna said, bowing slightly, her hair falling forward just enough to tease the shape of her cleavage before she straightened again. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your room."
Her tone was polite, professional, but there was a softness to it. A sweetness, like she was genuinely happy to be the one assigned to you.
You nodded, too tired to muster more than a grunt of thanks, and followed her.
The elevator ride was quiet. Asuna stood beside you, hands clasped lightly in front of her, the curve of her thighs brushing close when the elevator swayed. You caught her glancing once, not at your face, but lower—quickly, quickly, before her gaze darted up again with the faintest flush in her cheeks.
The doors opened on the third floor.
Your room wasn't just a room. It was a suite, expansive and airy. Walls of glass overlooked the rolling beach, the sea stretching endlessly into the horizon. Curtains, sheer and flowing, danced in the breeze from the open balcony doors. The bed was enormous—big enough for three, maybe four—draped in clean white sheets that looked like the very concept of comfort. A glass table sat in the center, fruit and champagne already waiting.
Asuna guided you inside. You asked, "So, um, did Ada set this up?"
"Ada picked out the room, yes." Asuna's eyes flicked over you again in that way that was impossible not to notice. "Remember, if you need anything, just ring. I'm here for you."
You wanted to thank her by fucking her brains out. You decided to heed Ada's words, however, and get some nap time. "Thank you."
You thanked her with a bow (mirroring her) and collapsed onto the bed like a man who'd reached salvation. The sheets were cool against your skin, the mattress swallowing you whole. You didn't even notice when sleep claimed you, dragging you under in seconds.
***
You didn't get to sleep for too long. Only three hours until there was a knock on the door. You stirred, groggy and your old exhaustion was mostly gone. You sat up slowly, sheets falling from your chest, and remembered.
"It's Asuna," the voice said from the door. "Breakfast is ready."
She opened the door anyway. If there was any doubt Asuna worked here, it was clear now. The bikini clad girl walked inside, carrying a silver tray balanced delicately in her hands. The smell hit first: eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and coffee strong enough to resurrect you. But it was hard to focus on the food when Asuna looked like Asuna.
You might have had a morning boner too, if not for Tsunade having medically wrung out your sperm. It was going to take a bit more than three hours of rest.
Asuna set the tray on the table by your bed and smiled gently, a faint blush on her cheeks as her eyes flicked—again, inevitably—downward before snapping back up. "I thought you could use the energy. Yesterday looked… exhausting."
You gave a tired grin. "You have no idea."
Her blush deepened, but her smile never faded. She pulled out a chair and sat gracefully, folding her legs, watching you with that polite attentiveness that was just a shade too warm to be purely professional.
As you reached for the plate, Asuna's hand darted forward, steadying the tray as if she were worried you'd drop it. Her fingers brushed yours. Warm, soft. Intentional, maybe—or maybe not. She did seem to blush.
Still, the way her eyes lingered just a second too long told you one thing: breakfast wasn't the only thing she'd brought to your room.
"I want to take you somewhere," Asuna said. "For rest."
Okay. You shrugged. Why not? After eating, you got up and followed her without question. Possibly because she smelled like vanilla and sunshine. Possibly because you were too weak to resist.
She led you down the elevator and to the hotel's pool area. Women were everywhere and their giggles and gazes were stronger than ever. "Here," Asune said, smiling upon a cozy little setup. Two lounge chairs under a shady palm canopy, a cooler between them, and a portable Bluetooth speaker playing soft lo-fi music. It was like stepping into a dream vacation commercial.
Asuna sat down and tossed you a cold bottle of something fruity. "Sit. Drink."
You obeyed. The drink was cold, fizzy, and vaguely mango-flavored. You took three gulps and groaned in appreciation.
Asuna kicked her legs up and reclined, glancing at you from behind her oversized sunglasses. "So. Not bad?"
You let out a long, broken laugh. "You have no idea."
The next hour was bliss.
You didn't do a thing. You chilled while Asuna went out to a small seaside café and ordered for both of you: grilled fish tacos, chilled coconut water, and something involving fried plantains you didn't have the brainpower to question.
Whenever you wanted something, she got it. If you wanted bacon? Asuna got up and bought it. You wanted ice tea? She nodded with a smile and retrieved it from the closest store. She wasn't annoyed in the slightest either. To her, this was what she was meant to do.
Conversation flowed easily. Asuna was quick-witted, charming, and refreshingly normal compared to the sex addicts of before. She talked about her favorite foods, her guilty pleasure for trashy romance anime, and how she once tried surfing and fell off the board. But, being a perfectionist, she soon mastered it.
You laughed from actually enjoying yourself and not just because Asuna Yuki was a pretty chick.
"Oh, the time." Every so often, Asuna checked the giant clock in the pool area. Until now, it didn't seem to mean anything. "Let's get going."
"Huh? Where?"
"Outside," Asuna replied. "It's, um…you should be there. Trust me."
"Should?" you questioned. "Is there…someone waiting for me?"
Asuna giggled. "Can't say too much but…yes."