Chapter 186
<span style="font-weight:400">When Mio and I got back to the house, no one was in the backyard or preparing for a barbecue. Instead, our friends were lying in a heap around the living room with the news droning on the television.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What gives? We having a barbecue or not?" Mio asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Doesn''t look like it." I sighed and pointed to what everyone was watching.
<span style="font-weight:400">A pair of newscasters and the meteorologist warned of a tropical storming in during the early evening. It felt likest year all over again. However, they were sure that the strong storm was only going tost through the night. The forecast for the rest of the week was clear, so we were only really losing out on half a day.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mine and Mio''s shoulders ckened. We were looking forward to this vacation for so long only for it to get dashed by Mother Nature. Maybe I could owe Raijin a favor and tell him not to beat those drums in Takamagahara tonight.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Who says we have to let the day go to waste?" Kana asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">We spun around to find him setting up the table with tes and utensils. Situated at the center was a hot pot, split down the middle for two different broths. The six of us pitched in to help, and by the time everything was set up, a storm roared all around us and shook the house.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mio and Kaede had their faces nted against the window, watching the trees blowing sideways on their trunks. A few unlucky beachgoers raced to get to their cars and home.
<span style="font-weight:400">"There''s something calming about how scary nature can be. I wonder if I can capture this feeling in my drawings," Kaede said wistfully.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What''s porn got to do with drawing dread?" Mio asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"P-Porn isn''t the only thing I draw!" she protested.
<span style="font-weight:400">"The hot pot is boiling, soe to the table already!" I hollered at both of them.
<span style="font-weight:400">We picked our seats at the table. An array of mouthwatering meats and vegetables awaited to be thrown into the boiling broth. Mio dabbed a massive helping of chili into a sauce bowl, causing Kaede, who was sitting next to her, to gag.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Easy. Like this!" Mio fished out a cluster of enoki mushrooms, smeared them into her chili sauce, and went to town on them.
<span style="font-weight:400">My throat clenched up just watching her.
<span style="font-weight:400">The lights flickered as we ate, but at least there weren''t any ckouts.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, distract Hitomi for me," Mio leaned over to whisper.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I''m not going to be an aplice to this. You''re on your own," I replied quietly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mio pouted.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What are you scheming over there?" Hitomi narrowed her eyes on us.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Nothing!" Mio and I hastily answered.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Is there anymore tofu?" Rika asked, getting on her feet to stare into the pot.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Looks like there''s onest chunk, and it''s mine. Hehe!" Mio reached in with her tongs and was intercepted by Hitomi doing the same.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Let go of the tofu, Mio. I''ll be taking it for Rika." Hitomi red.
<span style="font-weight:400">"You got guts to order a subus around, Prez! You snooze, you lose!" she fired back, showing not an ounce of backing down.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hitomi and Mio''s fight for thest piece of tofu shredded the fragile morsel, all the while sshing broth off the edge of the pot.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Uhm… On second thought… I don''t need to have thest piece of tofu!" Rika chimed in worriedly.
<span style="font-weight:400">The lights suddenly cut out. Everyone around me except Hitomi shrieked. Then someone switched on their phone''s shlight, and everyone shrieked again. With the light illuminating his face, Kana stared at us with a t expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Okay, guys. Calm down. Storm must have knocked out the power," Kana quickly deduced.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since Mio and I had magic, we ignited our hands with a controlled fire enough to light up the kitchen.
<span style="font-weight:400">"W-W-What do we do?" Kaede asked. "I can''t draw in the dark like this."
<span style="font-weight:400">"There''s probably nothing we can do except wait until utility workerse by in the morning." Hitomi frowned.
<span style="font-weight:400">Amidst the crack of thunder, someone knocked on our front door. Rika tensed up, and Hitomi wrapped a reassuring arm around her.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Is… Is it a ghost?" Kaede shuddered.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t be silly." I rolled my eyes and went to investigate.
<span style="font-weight:400">The others followed close behind me. When I turned on the screen terminal, a person''s face was a little too close up and personal with the camera. Kaede and Rika jumped back, clutching their chest. Whoever they were, a raincoat and hood covered most of their features.
<span style="font-weight:400">I pressed the transceiver and asked, "Who is it?"
<span style="font-weight:400">They finally backed away, revealing themself as the foreign-looking man from the store.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, my name''s Trent! Saw your lights were knocked out. You guys need any help?" he asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"We''re fine. Just going to weather out the storm. It''ste anyway," I said into the box.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Lightning probably tripped your breaker. It did for my ce. I can go around back and switch it on for you real quick," Trent offered.
<span style="font-weight:400">If it was going to be something that easy…
<span style="font-weight:400">I ultimately gave permission to the guy named Trent to head into the backyard. We watched from theforts of the house as he trudged through rain to get there. After a few seconds, the lights and television came back on.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Saved us from bathing in the dark," Kana joked.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I opened the sliding door to thank Trent, I was surprised to see that he was a lot taller when up and personal. He was soaking wet despite the raincoat. His clothes clung to a well-defined and muscr body. A strong jawline that could cut stone.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Th-Thanks," I stammered,ing to my senses.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t worry about it! Just wanted to help a neighbor out. A couple of my friends and I are at the other house. You guys need anything at all, just give us a holler." Trent smiled and took off back to his own ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kana cleared his throat in an exaggerated manner, and I quickly shut the door before we got any wetter.
<span style="font-weight:400">"So, uh… Let''s finish up dinner!" I eximed.
<span style="font-weight:400">We returned to the table, and Hitomi wouldn''t stop eyeballing her te of briskets and mushrooms.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Mio, is this supposed to be subtle?" Hitomi asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Huh? I dunno what you''re talking about." Mio yed dumb.
<span style="font-weight:400">We nced over at Hitomi''s food, which was very obviously coated bright red in chili sauce.
<span style="font-weight:400">Muchter at night after everyone had washed up and gone to bed, Kana and I were still lying awake and cuddling while Mio snoozed off to the side.
<span style="font-weight:400">"That Trent guy… looks like you got your eye on him," Kana whispered.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Is this you telling me that''s who I should aim for?" I asked coquettishly.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, you can do whatever you want. I''m just along for the ride," he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I quietly climbed on top of Kana and squeezed his erection between my thighs.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Whatever I want? You said it. Not me~" I kissed Kana deeply and humped him to climax.
<span style="font-weight:400">The next morning, just like the weather forecast predicted, was clear and sunny. Although the streets were riddled with blown-off trees and branches, people were out in force to enjoy the beach likest night''s storm didn''t even happen.
<span style="font-weight:400">Even though it was morning, Kana fired up the grill to get started.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Huu… These pre-marinated skewers are so good!" Kaede squealed with one in each hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">I noticed the guys from the other house checking this way. It wasn''t very long before Trent came out and waved.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Thanks forst night!" I waved back.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, no problem. Isn''t it a little early to be having a barbecue?" Trent asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Better now than risk any surprisester in the afternoon." I shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">Part of me wanted to invite them, but the nerves were getting to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">"We have a lot to go around. You guys want to join us?" Kana suddenly offered them.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Really? Hell yeah! We''ll bring some stuff over, too!" One of the guys went back into the house to call for the rest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Soon, the backyard was bustling. A couple of guys were trying to flirt with Kaede to little sess. Mio was chatting up another. Rika and Hitomi were speaking with one that was a Tokyo University alumni. Meanwhile, I kept throwing nces at Trent as he was hanging out with a few of his friends. They were all much older than us. That was especially obvious with the beers they drank like water.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, Trent noticed I was staring and excused himself to join me at the table.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Thanks for the barbecue. That Kana dude can make a mean burger." Trent patted his stomach and struck a six pack of visibly defined abs.
<span style="font-weight:400">"We weren''t going to eat all of it on our own anyway. Kana''s my boyfriend. We''re just here until Friday. You?" I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I mentioned Kana, Trent became moderately apprehensive. At least momentarily. He scooted his chair closer to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Damn. I''d say he''s a pretty lucky guy. Don''t think we haven''t noticed you and Mio are subus. Can''t imagine it being easy to control yourself," he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Well, I don''t always have to control myself." I smirked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Trent raised a brow piqued with interest. I reached for my cup of water, but a tense jerk sshed it all over him instead. He jumped out of his seat, looking slightly confused. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I-I''m so sorry! I didn''t mean to do that! My arm just…" I trailed off after noticing Beatrice''s reflection in the ss cup.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Oh, no worries. I''m gonna go grab a paper towel." He got up and went to another table to wipe himself down.
<span style="font-weight:400">I lifted the cup up to my face and red while suppressing the urge to throw it in the trash.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What''s with that look?" Beatrice asked. "You''re a subus. Yet here you are ying games like a little school girl. Put them all under your control and drain them dry. I''m hungry, too!"
<span style="font-weight:400">"I can''t believe a war criminal like you is lecturing me." I sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mio tackled me from behind. "Beach time? I think it''s beach time!"
<span style="font-weight:400">"You guys go ahead. I''ll catch up," Kana said while picking up empty tes left behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">We took Kana up on his offer and went to get changed. Hitomi, Rika, and Kaede weren''t feeling the beach today and decided to stay in. On the other hand, Trent and a couple of his friends apanied us into the sand-swept beach, freshened by the recent storm that blew past.
<span style="font-weight:400">The air was crisp. Although the breeze was a little chilly, the beating sun warmed me up plenty. As I stretched my arms, I felt the gazes of many men burning into my body. Beatrice''s words echoed in my mind. I couldn''t tell if she was actually saying it, or I was just hearing things.
<span style="font-weight:400">My stomach might be full of food, but my subus hunger gnawed at me from the deepest pits.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Last one in the water is a rotten bimbo!" Mio flew ahead for the ocean.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t run on a full stomach!" I shouted vainly to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mio flipped me off with the bird, diving backwards and disappearing under the waves.
<span style="font-weight:400">"She''s got a lot of energy, doesn''t she?" Trent asked, walking with me to the water.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Y-Yeah— ahh!"
<span style="font-weight:400">A few kids running past bumped into me. I stumbled into Trent''s arms with my breasts pressed against his. Unwittingly, my hands were braced against his broad, muscr chest. His own arms were holding my waist, sending tingles up my spine. Heat rose to my face, and I backed away out of embarrassment.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Sorry!" I apologized.
<span style="font-weight:400">"You know," he began and drew closer with his hands to my waist again. "I think I saw a secluded ce behind those rocks."
<span style="font-weight:400">Beatrice''s face appeared in the waters next to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Do it. Fuck this cattle dead and leave him behind as flotsam to be foundter," she demanded.
<span style="font-weight:400">"A-Actually, I''m going to go take a walk… over there instead!" I peeled away to his disappointment and headed down the beach to clear my thoughts.
<span style="font-weight:400">Damn Beatrice, always messing with my head. If it wasn''t for her, I could be having sex right now. She wouldn''t really take over my body and drain someone to death, would she?
<span style="font-weight:400">"Who knows? I might! During the war, I weed the light elves'' attempts to send assassins after me. They made for quite the pleasant midnight snacks," Beatrice said.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, you''re in the way!" someone shouted at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">A group of cameras were pointed in my direction, but it wasn''t me they were photographing. Behind me was a woman in a fashionable and risque swimsuit. This was a gravure photoshoot if I ever saw one.
<span style="font-weight:400">I hurried out of their way.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Director, I''m not feeling too good. Can we stop for the day?" the model asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"You''re kidding me. We booked you until the afternoon, and you''re just going to leave?" A man in sunsses and polo shirt threw his hands up in frustration, but the woman ignored hisints and walked off.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I''m not letting you take pictures of me looking all constipated. I''ll be in the shade," she said, brushing him off.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was about to leave, too, until the director''s eyes snapped to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">"You! Your size is perfect. A subus, too. Goddamn. How would you like to make some quick cash?" he asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Me? Maybe you should find someone else…" I slinked away, recalling Hana''s short stint as a photographer.
<span style="font-weight:400">The director intercepted me from leaving and held up two fingers. "200,000 Yen. In Yukichis. How''s that sound?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Sign me up." I shook his hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">They had a little booth raised up for me to change into a swimsuit. All of them were, suffice to say, incredibly lewd. I put on a ck micro bikini that was essentially thin, vertical straps over my breasts, only enough to barely cover my nipples. That was the <i><span style="font-weight:400">least</i><span style="font-weight:400"> erotic one.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sighing, and reminding myself that it was for the money, I emerged from the booth to the gasps and hard stares of the camera crew. Other beachgoers were beginning to gather, too.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Oh! I knew they would look good on a subus. Alright, miss. I need you to start giving us poses. Don''t worry. I''ll provide directions. All you have to do is follow what I say and let the cameras do their thing! First, try sitting on your knees and acting demure," the director exined.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Okay…" I got down on my knees and looked directly at the camera. The slightest movement caused the swimsuit to slip, and I shed the crowd with my breasts. I tried to push them back into ce while people began to take pictures of me.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Good! Good! That shy and flustered demeanor… Give the camera more by wrapping your arms around yourself. Look reserved!" he urged.
<span style="font-weight:400">The directions were relentless. My mind was getting foggy trying to keep up. Some of them were getting hard. I could tell as much by the outlines of their dicks behind the swimming trunks.
<span style="font-weight:400">One cameraman approached for a close up.
<span style="font-weight:400">"You''re doing great! Now, where''s our male model? Get in here and give her a hand!" the director called out.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Wait, male model?" I uttered in confusion.
<span style="font-weight:400">A tall, buff man showed up behind me. He cupped my breasts in both hands. They were rough against my soft and supple skin, and I could feel his fingers brushing against my nipples and making them hard.
<span style="font-weight:400">The face I made when he did that drove everyone wild. The sound of camera shutters came in rapid session. They seemed to like every minute of it. However, the male model eventually stopped posing with me. No, he had other ideas in mind. He began to tweak my nipples and rubbed his erection between my ass.
<span style="font-weight:400">Other cameramen swallowed hard, their erections throbbing for release. The director''s instructions fell on my deaf ears. Before I realized it, I was pulling down the male model''s pants and stroking his dick.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, hey, whoa, whoa! This isn''t a porn shoot. Put that away!" the director cried.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Sorry, director!" a cameraman said, shoving his equipment onto the director and tugging his pants off to put another dick in my face.
<span style="font-weight:400">Their hard, shapely members felt good to the touch. My salivating mouth found purchase on one dick, sucking and licking it to climax. Hot cum poured down my throat, and I continued to milk it clean. The cameras started shuttering like crazy.
<span style="font-weight:400">My apprehension washed away as a wall of people surrounded me to get in on the piece of the action. After blowing one off, another came to take its ce. One by one, they drenched me in cum, and at some point, my swimsuit slipped down to my waist and exposed my breasts.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Put these to good use," someone said, pping his dick against my chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">I squeezed them together and gave him a boobjob while licking the ns. He was quick toe, squirting onto my face.
<span style="font-weight:400">"More… Shoot all your cum over me!" I begged as others who didn''t get to use my hands or mouth stroked themselves to climax.
<span style="font-weight:400">"That''s right, you little whore." Beatrice smirked at me from a reflection in a man''s sses. "The more you drain, the more you feed me. Show everyone how pathetic you can be as just a filthy cumdump."
<span style="font-weight:400">Right then, the countless dicks around me shot their loads and covered me in cum. The bukakke ended when Trent pushed through. His jaw dropped.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What the hell is this?" Trent gaped.
<span style="font-weight:400">"That''s my girl," Kana said, having finally arrived and was linking arms with Mio, who was amused at my unsightly state.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Well, stud. If you want to get in on it, you better go now before she goes into slut-mode," Mio joked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I''m… I''m out of here. This is too crazy for my tastes," he said, hurrying away from the crowds.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wiped the cum from my eyes and face. "So, Kana. Do you want to take me like this for sloppy seconds?"