The First Kenpachi. The Deadliest Criminal in all of Soul Society. The very tongue that once uttered death was now busy licking and worshipping your nutsack. A thousand years ago, the scene of your sitting on top of her, nutsack on her lips and cock laid across her forehead would have led to you being promoted to the First Squad.
Casually, you asked, "Is that all?"
"W-what sheer bliss to worship this cock…." Unohana was done. Anyone could tell as much with her voice. "Hnnnggg…n-next time…I will soar to, hnng, greater heights."
Mwah! One last kiss to your balls. A wet, sloppy string of saliva connected her lips and your sack as you rose to your full height.
Unohana was well and truly spent. Her body lay sprawled on the sand, glistening with sweat under the golden sun. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her full breasts still heaving from the intensity of everything. Her thighs were slick, a mixture of her own arousal and your cum leaking out onto the sand. Her lips moved faintly, muttering deliriously about your cock, her toes twitching and her body still quivering with the echoes of pleasure. She was utterly conquered.
You stood up, your body still humming with energy despite the hours of relentless fucking. You glanced around for your swim trunks but found no trace of them. Shrugging, you decided to take a walk along the shore. The warm sand shifted between your toes as you strolled leisurely, the cool breeze brushing against your bare skin. It was a bit awkward, walking nude, but something about the freedom felt liberating.
You decided to approach the waters. You had no idea where you were and the ocean was the instinctive place to go.
She emerged from the water like a myth—except this myth had long, wet orange hair slicked back, a confident smirk, and a rainbow bikini that should've been illegal in at least five countries. Droplets glistened on her skin. Her toned stomach flexed as she walked. Her legs seemed to go on forever. And the way the top barely contained her boobs? That alone was enough to short-circuit your brain.
This was the same Nami you saw in the anime, sure. But animated pixels didn't do this justice. No freeze-frame or fan edit could prepare you for the real thing. She was beautiful in a way that didn't feel real—like someone drew her with a cheat code for hotness.
The thief locked eyes with you as she walked out of the surf. Your mouth went dry.
You forgot your name. You forgot what year it was. You forgot you were completely naked from the waist down.
"Ha. I thought the big titty shinigami had it handled. Guess not," Nami remarked. Each step she took made her hips sway enticingly.
She stopped a few feet away from you, her eyes trailing down your body with a predatory gleam. "Your family jewels are priceless. A thief's favorite~!" she purred, her smirk widening as she reached out and snatched your balls tight.
Your breath hitched. "N-Nami…" Despite the hours of sex with Unohana, your cock sprang back to life instantly, standing tall and proud.
Nami's eyes lit up with delight. "Looks like you're ready for round… whatever." She giggled and her hands wrapped around your shaft. She pressed her boobs against your chest, giggling and pressing her forehead against yours. She tempted a kiss, only to fling herself back and down to her knees.
Nami was a tease—and the kind of tease that was unpredictable. She went from stopping a kiss to taking the tip of your cock into her mouth.
"Mmmnpfh…" Her lips sealed around you, creating a warm, wet suction that made your knees buckle. Her tongue swirled around the head, flicking and teasing in ways that made you want to take a step back. You couldn't, however, not when Nami slipped back to the tip and gave a cute kiss.
She wanted you to relax—
"Nnggh!"
Or not.
She did the pull back, only to engulf your whole cock. "Glrk… slurp… slurp…" Then she went back to the tip, her hand joining in and stroking what her mouth didn't. Her lips were now fully focusing on sucking you off.
It didn't take long for you to feel the pressure building again. "N-Nami, I'm gonna—!" you warned, but she didn't stop. If anything, she increased her pace, her tongue slipping and rushing at your cockhead faster. Her hands jerked you off too.
You could tell she was proud too. She wasn't making eye contact or anything; she was simply taking pride in her task. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! Holy fuck, you came hard, your release surging into her suckling mouth. Nami swallowed every drop without hesitation, her throat working to take it all in. Three cumshots went down her throat and she took it down like a real thief.
No issues. Completed through hard work. She pulled back with a satisfied sigh, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she licked her lips.
"Mm, delicious," she purred, her fingers toying with your softening cock. "You've got quite the treasure here. I bet I can find some more coins if I try a new lockpick technique."
Nami stood up and turned around, bending over provocatively. Unohana was super thicc whereas Nami had this slender, big-titty appearance about her. She had some of the biggest tits but certainly not the biggest ass. Heart-shaped as a consequence of her super narrow waist, she glanced over her shoulder and tempted you with her pussy.
"Now fuck me," Nami demanded. "Don't hold back."
She slapped her left cheek and smirked.
"Unless you're too scared~?"
You obeyed without hesitation. Grabbing her hips, you lined your cock up with her entrance and thrust in with a single, powerful motion. Schlick! Her tight walls gripped you like a vice, welcoming you with a warmth that made your head spin.
Nami let out a moan. At first, you took it slow, savoring the way her pussy clenched around you with each thrust. But Nami wasn't patient. "Faster," Nami demanded. "Faster! I want you to fuck me until you make me forget I'm a thief!"
This slut carried a different kind of arrogance. Like she thought she could take it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy contracted around you, milking your cock in the most delicious way possible. "Y-yes! Go deep in my womb! Claim me! Fuck me! Ngghhh, fuck me! I want to feel happiness, so fuck me with your COCK~!!!!"
Nami loved money. She loved maps.
But more than that, she loved her happiness.
Make her happy. Make her smile.
Gripping her hips tighter, you gave in to your own primal urges, pounding into her with everything you had. Nami's screams grew louder. Her grin widened. She loved this. "This is what I want! Treat me like a slut! Fuck my cunt! That's right, fuck it nice and hard—!"
Her toes were barely touching the sand anymore. You were fucking her as fast as you could. 'She wanted it! So she's getting it!' Faster, faster, faster!
"You're amazing!" she gasped between moans. "Don't stop! Make me cum one more time!"
Her words spurred you on, your thrusts becoming even more aggressive. But alas, you could feel yourself nearing the edge once more. "D-do you want inside!?"
"Obviously! Inside! Do it! Lay your claim!"
Only when you grabbed her length of orange hair and pulled on it to see your face did you understand. Like Unohana, Nami had been hypnotized by your cock a long, long time ago. You didn't understand this beach or this world. All you understood was that you needed to fuck. That you needed to give into your desires.
You saw the hearts in her eyes and that drooling smile and went balls-deep, consequences be damned.
"Here it is then!"
Your cum flooded her pussy in thick, hot waves, filling her completely. On Nami's end, it was heaven. Her world went white and she nearly fell down.
You stayed inside her for a moment longer than necessary, letting your cock throb and your cum ooze inside her. Both of you were catching your breath as the waves lapped at the shore nearby. Finally, you pulled out slowly, a trail of cum oozing from her well-used hole.
Nami laughed. She put her hands on her hips and struggled to stand up straight. "S-sheesh. I used to think only money and tangerines matter. Guess I have to add dick too. And sperm. And, well…" She giggled and looped her arm around yours like you were already her boyfriend. "You. All of you."
Having Nami's breasts press your arm was a delight. A confusing delight but a delight nonetheless, especially with your spunk falling in large drops between her legs. "So, uh…what is this?"
She cocked her head all cute. "What is what?"
"You know, this. Me. You. We haven't met."
"I know, I know, I'm just kidding." Nami tapped on the nose. "You're not dreaming and you're not being pranked or trapped in some virtual reality nonsense. Welcome to Summerworld."
You blinked again. "That sounds…corny."
"Oh, it totally is," Nami said brightly. "But also completely real. This place? It's built just for you. Every inch of it. A vacation dimension where you are the only permanent guest."
You stared at her. "So this is some kind of wish-fulfillment beach resort?"
"Exactly!" Nami chirped, then pointing an arm across the sands like a sultry cruise director. "And there's no catch. You're not selling your soul. You're not stuck here forever. You're just... on break. A very, very fun one."
She pointed to the right, where the shoreline curved around into a rocky outcrop. "That way? That's the Adventure Cove. Waterfalls, cliff diving, hidden grottoes. You might find women bathing there who just happen to have forgotten their tops. Weird how that keeps happening."
You followed her gesture, and sure enough, you saw a glimmering pool nestled in rocks.
Then she spun left and gestured behind the main beach. "Up there's the Resort Strip. Fancy hotel rooms, open bars, spas, private bungalows. You want champagne in a hot tub with, like, three MILFs in tiny robes? Done. You want a massage from a ninja? That's also an option."
Next, she pointed inland. "Main Street has shops, restaurants, arcades, a movie theater that plays nothing but fan-service-heavy romcoms with all the female leads available afterward for 'private discussions.' There's even a karaoke bar. Hehe, it'll be fun."
"Right…"
"And over there," Nami said, spinning you with her and pointing toward a shimmering dockside with glowing lanterns and moored boats, "is the Evening Pier. Sunset cruises, candlelit dinners, dance floors that turn into... well, other things after midnight. Trust me, you'll want to pace yourself."
You noticed a group of familiar figures laughing by the pier—was that Bulma in a red dress, clinking glasses with Midnight from My Hero Academia?
Nami turned back to you, grinning and letting her boobs bless you. "Bottom line? This world is your sandbox. Your story. And everyone here? Willingly along for the ride. They like you. They want you."
"So I can do anything?" you asked, just to be sure.
Nami winked. "Anything. And anyone. You're the summer king, babe. Now all you have to do... is decide what you want next."
You stared at the glittering paradise stretching in every direction. It felt insane. It felt too good to be true.
"Come on," Nami judged, "wanna fuck again? I promise to drain your balls with my tits~"