Locating The Last Dragon Ball

The next morning, we were more refreshed since we didn’t stay up too late being intimate. We stopped at one orgasm each. Though due to the lower-quality mattress, we are a little achy. They don’t have much of a breakfast selection, but it's complimentary, so you won’t see me complaining. There was a lot of untouched fruit that the locals were avoiding for some reason. Ayaka prepared a decent portion of their fruit selection for Garlic. I got waffles and scrambled eggs for Sir Floof and myself. I would have gotten some fruit on the side for a more balanced meal, but I would feel guilty. That wouldn’t leave much for others, since Garlic is eating most of the fruit selection. Judging by Garlic’s response, there is nothing wrong with the fruit. I guess it is more of a cultural thing that Americans don’t eat as much fruit.

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The principal and Gang Orca also joined us for breakfast. The principal looked particularly pleased to see us already here, though didn’t say anything. I totally would have snapped back if he did. They sit down with us as I am finishing my breakfast. I wipe my mouth and pet Sir Floof as he eats the last of his waffles and eggs. Principal Nezu gets a text message, wipes his hand on the napkin he has tucked into the collar of his handsome little suit, and checks it. He says, “Our escort will be arriving shortly.” As they eat, I admire Ayaka’s tattoos covering her arms. Most of them were drawn by me, and I love seeing my art on her. With a mouthful of food, she glances over and notices my gaze.

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I blush and quickly turn away, caught staring in public. Ayaka, unfazed, uses a tentacle to turn my head back, wipes her mouth, and softly whispers, “You know I love it when you look at me.” I clear my throat, trying to regain composure, still blushing. She giggles and resumes eating. I collect our plates and bring them to the dish bin. Sir Floof draws attention from Americans and returns to his pokeball in my tattoo.

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Once we are done with our breakfast, we meet that American military escort dude outside in his vehicle. Principal Nezu says in English, “You will want to park your vehicle if you want to get there quickly.” The American looks confused, but shrugs, assuming one of us has a quirk. He takes a large green duffel bag out of his vehicle, and we meet him. Ayaka tattooed the dragon radar on my skin to protect it from theft. I have a lot of open space on my arms, since Ayaka is the one covered. I only have Aya-chan’s radar on my right wrist, which is constantly covered, while the guild tattoo is exposed on my left wrist. She put the dragon radar on the opposite side of my right wrist, so the same wrist band can cover both, so people don’t see the blinking orange dots.

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We walk to the side of the hotel, away from wandering eyes and cameras. Ayaka activates her quirk, and then I remove the wristband concealing the radars and place it on my opposite wrist for now. I immediately start teleporting us in the right direction. The American says something in English, apparently in awe of our abilities, but the principal has him stop so we can concentrate on our quirks. We got about halfway there and were traveling for about 9 minutes straight. For us, that is a long time since we usually don’t travel this long a distance under concealment. Ayaka pulls out of 5D, breathing heavily and sweating. I reach into my bag, pull out my water, hand it to her, and she chugs it as we sit down on a bench to rest.

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The American says in English, “Wow, I can’t believe we are in Ohio already, and it was under 10 minutes.” The principal responds to him in English. Ayaka simultaneously asks me, while catching her breath, “How are you doing, Kai-chan?” I wipe some sweat from my brow and say, “This is doable.” She sighs while wiping the dripping sweat from her brow. “That isn’t what I asked.” I respond while taking the bottle she is now offering me and drinking some myself, “You don’t have to worry about me. This is nothing in comparison to what I did in Wano, so I will be just fine.” She sighs in relief this time and leans on me. Her 5D is her ultimate, and she was doing it for 9 minutes straight. She is more worn out than I am.

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She rests her head on my shoulder to recover. I hand her a protein bar, and she perks up. “I love those! They taste just like brownies!” She eats, then gestures for me to take one, too. I do, unwrapping it and eating. Ayaka smiles and says, “I love watching your face when you eat food you like. Your eyes get big and sparkly—just like a cat’s.”

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I don’t understand how my apparently fierce face looks cute. She laughs, “You’re like a cat—ears down, eyes expressive. My little kitty cat.” I mutter in embarrassment since we aren’t alone, still blushing, “I’ll meow for you in private, not here.” She whispers back, “I’ll hold you to that.” I get a nosebleed, and she hands me a tissue. She softly says, “I want to hear you meow as a cat girl, using your magic.”

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More blood gushes from my nose. Ayaka laughs, gives me another tissue, and tosses the bloody one. Gang Orca says, “Let’s not have our ride lose too much blood. So maybe ease up on the teasing.” Ayaka flashes her innocent smile. Gang Orca smirks and asks, “How much more rest do you need?” Ayaka drinks some water and replies, “Just a few more minutes.” We continue to rest.

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After those minutes passed, we continued our quest to find the last dragon ball. About 9 minutes later, we arrived at our destination. I teleport us to a secluded alleyway where Ayaka pops us out of 5D while breathing heavily. We walk all around the building, and it is one very large building. The dragon ball is definitely inside it somewhere. Principal Nezu says, “Let us find somewhere to rest and figure out how best to proceed later.” Ayaka is looking particularly tired from using her ultimate for so long. We got rooms at the Ritz-Carlton. The guys got one presidential suite, and we got our own.

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Ayaka says the moment we shut the door, “I need to wash this sweat off. Join me.” I am curious to see what kind of showers they have here. I wonder if it will beat that luxury suite in Ghana. NO. It will be hard to beat that one. That shower was a divine experience, and every shower since has been a disappointment. This shower is nice, but not Ghana nice. It had a few rain showers on top, and that was it. When we finally get our own place, we need to get one of those showers where water shoots out everywhere.

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Ayaka notices my unimpressed look and smirks. “Yeah, no shower’s been the same since Africa, huh?” I sigh. She reassures me, “Soon, we’ll have that at home.” I start fantasizing as I shower. Ayaka says, “Turn around, let me wash your back.” I let her and enjoy the moment, trying not to show how flustered I am while she washes my back. She summons a few tentacles.

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Those tentacles wrapped around my torso and legs. She flipped me upside down so the water in the shower stimulated me. My face is so flushed from being so flustered that I bring my hand to my face. Ayaka extends more tentacles to bind my wrists, preventing me from hiding my face. She says with her sexy face that looks weird upside down, “You know that I love to see that blushing face of yours.” My face feels even hotter hearing her words. She brings my upside-down face to hers so she can kiss me as the water cascades down both of us. As we kissed, she made another tentacle to rub back and forth on my labia. I moan into her mouth. As if that moan were fuel, she gets the tentacle that was rubbing me and penetrates me with it.

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She stops kissing me and purrs, “Man, I love these higher ceilings in the shower. I love this view.” I look down at my stomach, though in this case I guess you could say up, and I see her reaching my deepest parts as I hang upside-down. How is everything she does so fucking hot? As my pleasure climbs, I start to feel a little lightheaded. The feeling of the water stimulated the outside of my sex while she reached deep inside me simultaneously. That and trying to imprint this new image of her upside-down face into my brain, which feels different yet the same  as she looks at me with passionate purple eyes. When I orgasm, I feel really dizzy, and I see a few upside-down Aya-chan’s.

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I tell her in a breathy voice, “I see three of you, Aya-chan.” She says while turning me back upright, “Shit, you were probably upside-down in this hot water for too long.” I try to stand, and my knees buckle, and I stumble. Ayaka catches me with the tentacles, still holding me, and gently lowers me to the floor of the shower, where I get on my knees to sit. I breathe heavily as I catch my breath, as she helps hold me upright from my uneasy swaying while I am on my knees. She says, “Try to keep your head up so that blood can start circulating again, Kai-chan.” I nodded a little deliriously and stayed on my knees as water continued to fall on us.

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I say in a slightly pouty manner while pawing at her, “I need to wash your back, too.” Even though her face is a blur, I can see that she is looking at me with a worried expression as she says, “You can hardly sit upright now.” I feel a little sassy as I wobble side to side in my dizziness and respond, “Then continue to hold me like this.” She kisses me and then says, “Fine, you win.” She sits in the shower as well, facing away from me, and I wash her back. I love washing her back. Rephrase, I love touching her. Not just sexually… I mean, that is really nice, too, obviously, but I live for this type of intimacy. When I am done washing her back, she picks me up, dries me off, puts one of the white robes on me, and carries me out to the sofa and sits me upright.

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She walks to the kitchenette in the suite, gets a glass, puts some tap water into it, and brings it back to me, and I gulp it down quickly to rehydrate. I say after I down the glass of water, “You are the main one who needs to rest, you know.” She smirks and sits next to me while adjusting her own robe, “Just being with you like this rejuvenates me.” She takes her arm and wraps it around me to hold me, and she places her head on my shoulder. She says while gently squeezing me, “I am sorry about making you feel dizzy. I forgot about the blood rushing to your head when you are upside-down until you became faint at that moment, and I can't imagine the hot water helping. I feel like an idiot.”

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I lean my head on her head that is leaning on my shoulder, and I respond, “Don’t… It isn’t like I wasn’t having a good time.” She squeezes me and says, “I treasure you so much.” I reach my arm around her waist from behind and squeeze her gently back. “I treasure you more.” She says while squeezing me a little tighter, “Wanna bet?” I snicker, “I worship the ground you walk on, Aya-chan.” She whispers seductively in my ear, “And I worship your body.” I blush furiously, and I feel like I have recovered and want to give her an orgasm. I turn my head to face hers, and like she can read my mind, she lifts me up while wearing a smirk and takes me to the bed with a nice white comforter and plops me down on it.

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I pout, “I wanna make you cum though.” She says while doing her transformation magic and turning into Fumiaki, “Oh, you will.” She takes her mouth between my legs to get me going again after our break and the shower we just had. It doesn’t take long at all since I just came not long ago. When I am ready again, she gets in between my legs, and she mounts me and says, “I want you to take it easy since I accidentally pushed you in the shower.” I sigh exasperatedly since I wanted to be the one to bring her pleasure, not be a pillow princess, and say, “Fine.” She penetrates me with her penis, and when she is all the way inside me, she holds it and brings her lips to my ear and whispers, “You can do what you want to me later.”

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I blush furiously and nod excitedly, and she giggles at my response as she starts to pump her hips into me. I drag my fingers across her chiseled chest and abs as she hovers over me and pumps deep, long strokes inside of me, filling me up. I moan, and she licks her lips as she pumps faster into me. She makes a smaller tentacle that rubs the hood of my clit as she pumps into me, and I moan even louder, “Just like that, Fumi-chan!” She bites her lip on her flushed face as she pumps into me now hard and fast. Her scrotum smacks against my flesh as she pounds into me. My pleasure climbs, and I cum first. I arch my back in pleasure as the waves crash over me, and near the end of my orgasm, she cums and shoots her load deep inside of me with strong strokes.

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I love it when she cums inside of me. I feel so close to her, and I feel jealous that I can’t do the same thing for her at this moment due to my recent dizzy spell. She looks at me with such sexy, passionate eyes as she pulls out of me, and I feel a trail of her cum leaking out of me. She falls beside me and sighs in relief, “You are always what the doctor ordered, but now I think I need a nap.” I am tired as well, even though we just woke up not too long ago. I wrap my arms around her and cuddle her, and we take a nap like this.

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We wake up around lunchtime and order room service. They have a private chef like in Ghana. Unlike in Ghana, the chef delivered the food to us here after he prepared it. He says in English as he places our orders on the table in our suite, “I brought your two servings of strawberry shortcake. I hope you enjoy it.” He uncovers the tray with his gloved hands to reveal the beautiful round tower of shortcake, with cream and strawberries between each layer, and cream on top, thinly sliced strawberries decorating it, making it look like a work of art. I can tell this chef took pride in the presentation. Ayaka says in English, “Thank you.” We both bow in gratitude, and I say “Thank you for the food,” in Japanese.

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The chef lingered as if waiting to see if we had complaints or anything. I take a bite of the shortcake and moan with pleasure. The sponge cake is so soft and fluffy that it melts in the mouth just like the cream. The thinly sliced strawberries also dissolve in the mouth, and it is a divine experience. This is the best strawberry shortcake I have ever eaten. Ayaka had the same reaction. I wish we could take this guy home with us. Ayaka looks at me as if she had the same exact thought. She says in her best English, “How much fo’ you to come to Japan?” He looked a little confused, and she sighed and got her phone out and translated using the app.

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He says while waving his hands, “I work for the Ritz-Carlton. They pay me well here.” Ayaka hears the translation, looks up the currency differences between yen and their dollars, and then says into the phone, wearing that smile of hers, “How does one million US dollars a year sound?” He dropped the tray he was carrying professionally from the shock of the number. He asks, “Can you give me time to think about it?” Ayaka nods, writes down her phone number, and hands it to the chef. He picks up his tray and leaves. We finish eating our shortcake, fantasizing about that chef saying yes. I don’t care if the only thing he makes well is strawberry shortcake. I think that offering 155 million yen is well worth the pleasure I got when that cake hit my tongue. I can’t wait to see and taste his other creations. I didn’t know there was someone who could cook better than Lunch Rush.

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After we eat, we meet up with the principal, Gang Orca, and the American dude. The principal says, “I take it you girls know what to do for deeper reconnaissance." We nod, and the American says in English, “I need to go with them to make sure they are safe.” The principal told him in English as we left, so we didn’t hear (not like I would have understood), “They specialize in stealth operations, so they will be fine. Though, thank you for your concern for my students.” We get back to the building where the dragon ball is, and we quickly search it floor by floor as our Fumiaki and Hanzo personas (with different-colored hair for disguise, just in case).

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Since Ayaka is just taking me with her, we can search for longer than her limit when we were travelling here. She had Gang Orca and a muscular man in tow. The principal is so small that I don’t think he was that much of an extra burden. Ayaka has said that taking only me with her is like taking no one at all. I feel the same way when I teleport her places. We haven’t been caught yet, and we have searched 5 floors. On the sixth, we went into a person with a dog quirk’s apartment, kind of like Hound Dog from back in Japan, but with black-and-white fur instead. Ayaka’s Observation Haki goes off, even though we were invisible. They smelled us, so we IMMEDIATELY skipped this floor and went to the next. My heart is beating a kilometer a second right now.

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That was very nerve-racking.

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We sigh with relief in the next apartment and search carefully without disturbing the surroundings. Ayaka can control how much she interacts with the world in this state, and she can control what anything around her controls the environment. In video game terms, I guess you could say she set our settings to ‘pass through everything except the floor’. She looks so cool when she raises us up, as if she's effortlessly flying with her quirk. The search was very boring, but we got efficient at searching effectively. I lost track of the floors, since there were so many. If I had to take a guess, maybe 20-something?

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We started searching inside yet another apartment, and this one is nicer than the other ones. It has ‘presidential suite’ vibes. Very elegant. We notice a false wall behind a bookcase, which feels like a movie. We walk through the bookcase into a vault/ trophy room type place where this guy’s most valuable possessions reside, and there are loads of cameras in here. They are all labeled, and we see the one-star Dragon Ball labeled as a family heirloom. We put our phones on silent, turn the flash off, and take lots of pictures from all angles, just like in Ghana. Once we are done, we retreat without the Dragon Ball and go back to the hotel.

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We show the pictures to the principal using Ayaka’s tattoo for discretion, and she whispers, “Another Ghana.” He smirks as if already expecting this and responds, “We will do the same as last time, children.” I give him a thumbs up as he pulls out his phone to search for something briefly (guessing time zone difference), and he says, “Be ready at 8 PM. I will meet you at your suite.” Ayaka says with that smile of hers, “We will be ready, sir.” The American who seemed to understand us responds in Japanese, “What hotel suite are the girls in?” Gang Orca responds while turning the page in his book, “You don’t need to go with them, Ethan. They are going back to Japan briefly for their mission, but will return. It is easier on the girls if there is less body mass.”

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I had no idea he could speak Japanese!

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He was speaking in English to the principal, so I assumed that he could only speak English. THAT IS SO EMBARRASSING! I said things to Ayaka, assuming that he couldn’t understand me. FUCK! I pull my hood down to cover my embarrassed face, and he chuckles with a smirk at my reaction, AND I AM NOT AMUSED. I smack my teeth as I cover my red scowling face, wishing I could fade into the background. Ayaka whispers to the principal about the guy who briefly smelled us, and misses my initial reaction to the American’s Japanese.

***Current Inventory: 6 Dragon Balls. 1 Remaining.***