The Embarrassed Side-Kick

I woke up from my nap around dusk with a headache. Memories start flowing back into my brain, and I want to disappear, and am too distracted by my embarrassing thoughts flooding my brain to think about the emptiness beside me. Sir Floof, who was in here apparently, felt me stir and popped his snoot out of the blanket that was covering us, trying to fully emerge his head from the blanket adorably. I groan from my headache, and I pet his adorable little head. My leg is a little crusty from Ayaka’s fluids hardening on my skin from exposure to air for a long period of time. I put on my clothes and go to the restroom down the hall and clean myself off, and use the restroom before I head back downstairs. As I am in the bathroom washing my hands, I see my blushing, scowling face thinking of the embarrassment of my behavior earlier. After drying my hands, I pull the hood on my lightweight jacket down over my face, then I go downstairs. 

I follow the sounds and see everyone in the living room on sofas in front of the unlit fireplace. When they see me, the maid starts giggling, and I want to fade into the background. As I think that, Ayaka, who is also embarrassed by their teasing, effectively fades into 5D. I pouted a little bit in jealousy, wishing I could go into 5D as well because she left me behind. She pulls me into 5D suddenly, which makes me yelp in surprise. She whispers in my ear, “You are so fucking cute, Sekai.” She kisses me, and we start to make out and begin moaning into each other’s mouths. Principal Nezu chuckles and then clears his throat and says, “You children have a way of forgetting you are in the presence of others.” Ayaka drops her 5D in a panic, which makes them all laugh at us. We get embarrassed again, and this time, Ayaka sends us to 2D. At this rate, we will be stuck in a loop of embarrassment.

The maid sees me holding my head and grabs some medicine and a glass of water for me. I bow slightly in thanks to accept her offering while turning my blushing face away, and Ayaka grabs it and takes it into 2D for me. As always, I gag a little and struggle to get the medicine down, but I manage and then drink the rest of the glass of water to chase them down. Principal Nezu says while sipping some tea, “We talked it over with Crimson Cossack, and you will head out tomorrow with Super Nova as your guide. Have you girls contacted the Kubos yet? I am sure they would love to hear from you.” Ayaka says while popping us out of 2D with her face still red, “I have texted Mom, but Dad said he wants Sekai to send him pictures.” The maid reaches for my empty glass, then I say, while reaching into my jacket pocket with my free hand, “Shit! I forgot I had a phone now.” Ayaka chuckles, “I mean, it is only natural to forget when it is something new. I am sure you will get used to having one in no time.” As I pull out my new phone, Ayaka asks, “Do you want to go outside and take some pictures?” I nod, and she grabs my hand and pulls me to the door, where we put our shoes on.

We walk outside, and the sunset looks so beautiful. I am glad I am wearing this jacket because the temperature dropped slightly as the sun went down. I walk up a tree and take a few pictures from a high vantage point, which I think turn out great. They really capture the beauty of the scene with these trees, the runway, and the sunset. From this height, we can see other cabins similar to this one with roads connecting them. I turn in the other direction to capture the blues and purples of dusk, and to the capital of Moscow. It is dark like a silhouette of a skyline far in the distance, with a few sprinkles of light from lightbulbs in those structures, as if stars on the distant skyline. I took a picture of it, and the speckles of light don’t really get captured by the phone, sadly, but it still came out to be a beautiful picture. I sent them to Dad and said, “Pictures from the boonies in Moscow.” As the caption.

Dad replied pretty quickly after I sent them, “Those are beautiful! I noticed that you quirk-walked up high to get those, and it really adds a beautiful perspective. Looking forward to seeing more pictures in the future. It is pretty late, so I will be going to bed now. I love you, Sekai. Tell Ayaka I love her, too.” I mutter in response, “Shit. I forgot the time difference.” Ayaka jolted, “Shit, I did too.” She then yawns and says, “We have been up a while, haven’t we?” I chuckle and respond as we walk back down these trees, “You have been up for a while. I got another nap, so I feel fine at the moment.” Ayaka giggles, “You were so cute, Sekai. I had no idea that alcohol would affect you like that.” 

I go to pull my hoodie down to cover my face reflexively, and she stops me as I respond flustered, “I d-didn’t know either.” She yoinks me with a tentacle over to her tree, and she kisses me. After our kiss, she smirks, “You are just so fucking cute.” I stammer while trying to look away, and Ayaka keeps my head facing hers with her free hands, which makes my face burn hot, “A-and you are j-just so fucking b-beautiful.” She squeals and hugs me, and she says, “I love you, Sekai.” I echo it back, “I love you, too, Ayaka.” She says as she continues to walk both of us down, as she continues to hold me with her tentacles, “You know, I have been wanting to call you a nickname for some time now. I don’t like how everyone calls you ‘Sekai’.” She makes a pouty face and continues, “I want to be special.” 

She is so fucking cute when she makes faces like that. I chuckle, “You can call me anything you want, and I will respond.” Ayaka blushes and asks, “What do you think about Kai-chan? I think it is cute, just like you.” I blush furiously, “I l-like that a lot.” I glance at her and ask while also pouting, “But what about you? I want a nickname for you, too.” I suck at names and such, but I want to call her something cute, too. Ayaka walks us onto the ground and says, “Hmmmmmmm. How about Aya-chan?” I echo it back, “Aya-chan.” Ayaka squeezes me again, “I love it. Don’t call me any different from now on… unless we are using hero names, of course.” I nod while blushing furiously, and she brings her lips to mine for a kiss.

We go back inside, and Principal Nezu and Gang Orca are also yawning like Ayaka. Crimson Cossack says, “You guys must be tired f-from t-traveling. I will see you in the morning.” Ayaka kisses me and says, “Good night, Kai-chan. I hope my dreams are filled with images of you.” I grab her sleeve and reply in a low volume, embarrassed that the others will hear it, “Good night, A-a-aya-chan. I f-feel like I am already l-living in a dream with you by my side.” She squeals and hugs me, and says, “My adorable smooth-talking tsundere.” She is squeezing me so tight that her breasts are smooshed against mine, and my brain is short-circuiting again. She whispers in my ear in a sexy, tired voice, “Now that you are in your right mind, I really want to make you orgasm.” I get a nosebleed, and she giggles, and the maid gets me a tissue quickly while giggling. She doesn’t understand Japanese, but I guess it doesn’t take a native speaker to imagine what is being said by our body language.

I hold the tissue up to my nose as Ayaka drags me up the stairs, wearing a very sexy face. I can’t help but blush furiously as she pulls me up the stairs while Gang Orca and the principal follow us from behind since they are going to bed. We quickly make it up the stairs and open the door to our room, and Ayaka says, “We have done doggy style with me, but we haven’t with you yet. Do you want to try it today?” I nod and respond, “I w-will do anything you want me to do, Aya-chan.” She bites her lip and removes her clothes while I remove mine. I get in bed, and she uses her leg to rub against my sex as she kisses me. I moan into her mouth in pleasure, and she nibbles on my bottom lip as she wraps two tentacles around my torso and my breasts with a suction on my nipples. The pull on my nipples makes me moan more, and Ayaka giggles and says in that sexy voice of hers, “I feel like someone is ready for me.”

She moves slightly so she can roll me over with her tentacles unhindered, and I get on my hands and knees. Ayaka says, “I don’t like that. I want to be able to see your adorable face. How about you arch your back, like so, and put your head on the mattress?” She presses me down, and I can now see her face in my peripheral vision. She bites her lip and says in a sexy voice, “Perfect.” She makes a tentacle where a penis would be, and she makes it pretty large, I say while turning slightly to see it more clearly, a little concerned, “Aya-chan, I don’t know if that will fit.” She says seductively, “I want you to scream my name before I go to bed.” I stammer while returning to my previous position with my head on the mattress, “O-ok.” She makes me burn so hot with passion that I now yearn for this tentacle that previously had me apprehensive. She bites her lip, looking at my flushed face, and she inserts her armament tentacle. I gasp, then moan, “So big, Aya-chan.” She slowly pushes more in, slowly filling me up. Once it is all the way in, she holds it a little so I can get acclimated to the size, and then she starts to slowly thrust her hips back and forth.

I moan loudly, “You’re hitting me so deep, Aya-chan!” She slowly picks up the pace as she continues to suck on my nipples with the other tentacles. I moan loudly, “Just like that, Aya-chan!” My moans start to become more frequent, and as I feel my pleasure climbing, I think about how I don’t want to move from this spot. As I orgasm, I yell Ayaka’s name as I orgasm wildly, and as the light fades, we are in the same room. I moan in post-orgasmic bliss, and Ayaka pulls out and gets off the bed and stands on the side I am facing and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed with her other tentacles. She keeps her tentacle where it is like a penis and puts her tentacle to my mouth, and I lick her clean. She pushes her tentacle deep in my mouth, making me gag, and she pulls it out while saying, “Guess you will just have to lick it then.” I nod, blushing, and I continue to lick her tentacle clean as I remain in this position with my butt in the air since my legs still can’t move. I love the taste of her tentacles. I don’t think I could ever eat takoyaki again, since I would only compare it to her taste.

I can finally move again, so I get up, and I get on my knees on the floor where she is standing, and I lick her tentacle all the way to the base while Ayaka pets my head, “Such a good girl.” I love it when she calls me a good girl. It almost makes me feel like a dog, and I actually quite enjoy being ‘her dog’. In the past, I said those things with courage to All for One, but I really would do anything Ayaka asked of me, even if she asked me to walk around and bark like a dog. I look up to her beautiful face as I lick her tentacle, and she is biting her lip in that sexy way as she looks at me, cleaning her tentacle. She says, “You are so hot, Kai-chan.” How can she, the hottest person ever, say that to a scarred person like me? 

When she is all clean of my fluids, she retracts her tentacle and lifts me up on my feet for a kiss. She then puts on her robe she packed to brush her teeth in the guest bathroom with modesty. I put on my actual clothes, since I don’t plan on sleeping yet because of my impromptu nap earlier. My stomach growls, and I go downstairs to get something to eat. Anticipating they heard me like they heard Ayaka, I pull my hood down so I can avoid their eyes. Crimson Cossack, Super Nova, and the maid are enjoying tea in the living room, and they smile when they see me. I stammer as I ask, “C-c-can I get s-something to eat, p-please?” Crimson Cossack nods and chuckles as he talks in Russian to the maid, who is also giggling. I scowl harder in my embarrassment, thinking about how this wouldn't have happened if Aya-chan just muffled my moans with a tentacle.... Then I think of how we left them and also the energy of my quirk, which makes me realize that they would have probably picked fun at us regardless.

Crimson Cossack then says to me, “Katyusha, here will warm you up what we ate earlier. We had borscht and pampushky. I am sure that you would love the taste of my people.” I nod, still flustered and wanting to fade into the background like Ayaka does, I smack my teeth, feeling prickly with embarrassment, “Tsk. T-thanks… I guess.” I follow Katyusha to the kitchen and sit at the table. I really hope that they don’t bring up anything embarrassing. As I wait for my food, I sigh in exasperation from embarrassment while still scowling.

Katyusha gets her phone out and opens her translation application as she stirs the leftover borscht on the stove and speaks Russian into it. The phone says in an automated Japanese voice, “You must have worked up quite the appetite.” I blush furiously and pull my hoodie down in embarrassment as she giggles. She continues speaking Russian into her phone, and it says, “You are so lucky. You are so young, yet you found a partner who can bring climax so passionately. It is hard to find a good lover who is also a good person. Most men only care about their own pleasure.” I nod and blush as I say into her phone while looking to the side, avoiding her, “I t-think about how l-lucky I am every day.” She giggles as I keep avoiding eye contact while listening to the automated Russian voice. When she is almost done with the stove, she wets a paper towel and puts a few rolls inside it, which I assume are the pampushkies, and puts them in the microwave. Sir Floof comes out and wants to eat, too, and Katyusha giggles at his adorable, elegant excitement as he prances in circles in anticipation.

As the microwave beeps, she is taking the borscht off the stove and ladling a serving into a bowl for me, then takes the pampushkies from the microwave and places them on a small plate for me. I bow to her and say, “T-thank you for the food.” She goes, “Mmmhmm.” While smiling a warm smile and she is waiting for my reaction to the food she made. I get a spoonful of borscht, and I take a bite and moan. It is so deliciously sour and refreshing. I take a bite of the pampushky rolls, and they are so sweet yet savory at the same time, SO FLUFFY AND MOIST. Katyusha smiles as she watches me scarf down her food, and after I finish my bowl of borscht and my pampushkies, I WANT MORE. She asks, “Do you want more?” I nod and respond flustered while avoiding eye contact like usual when I feel like this, “Y-yes, p-please.”

She gets me more of both, and I continue to dig in, really enjoying their food. I love being able to taste these different flavor combinations. I feel so lucky to be able to eat good food like this. My right eye starts to water as I eat to my heart’s content. I actually ate just a little too much, because I didn’t want to leave my bowl with anything in it. Sir Floof goes into a post-dinner nap, and I put him back in his pokéball. I ask her as I hold my slightly upset stomach, “Is there a gym here where I can exercise?” I need to help out my digestion with a workout. After her phone translates my words to Russian, she responds, “Yes, I will show you where it is.” She shows me to the exercise room, where they have a lot of equipment, and she says, “This is where Crimson Cossack and SuperNova exercise.” I bow respectfully and slightly awkwardly to her, “T-thank you.” I am not going to change out of my jeans since I don’t plan on doing cardio today, but I will remove my jacket.

I can’t handle the weight that they can, so I get what I can manage, and I work on my triceps and back today. I can finally do a dead-lift pull-up with my palms facing outward, which took a long time of doing hanging shoulder shrugs to help build up strength in those muscles. Maybe one of these days, I can be like Ayaka and pump out 20 of these. Though knowing her, by then she will be able to do 40. I do a circuit rotating between exercises until I get muscle failure 5 times.

When I am done, I am glistening with sweat on my face, and my stomach has settled. I wipe my face with my shirt, and I go back upstairs and quietly open the door to our room so I don’t disturb Ayaka and Garlic, who are both cuddling in bed asleep. I get a fresh pair of clothes from my luggage, and I take a quick shower. After my shower, I quietly put away my dirty clothes while also getting my jug of protein powder and taking it downstairs to make myself a recovery shake. They are talking in Russian while looking at me, and I can probably guess that they are still giggling about overhearing us earlier, or my currently flustered face. I stir my protein powder in a glass of water, so I don’t take all of their milk, and I chug it in the kitchen.

Once it is gone, I take it to the sink and wash it, then I move on to the rest of the dishes. The maid comes over and places her hand on me and says something in Russian, which I assume is to tell me that she doesn’t want me to wash the dishes. I shake my head and continue to wash and say, “You cooked. I clean.” Crimson Cossack translates, and she shakes her head at me, and says something in Russian. Crimson Cossack says in slightly broken Japanese, “She says that you are g-guest and that you don’t have to do d-dishes.” I say while still washing the dish in my hands, “You gave me food for free, though.” Crimson Cossack says something in Russian to the maid, and she sighs, and she says something stern in Russian while pointing at the sink, pointing at me, then pointing to the living room. I sigh and finish washing this dish, and she takes it from my hand and places it in the drainboard. She points to me and then to the living room again while saying something in Russian.

Before I go sit down in the living room, I quickly and quietly grab my sketchpad from our guest room. THEN I go into the living room and sit down. Sir Floof comes out and curls up in my lap and goes back to sleep. I gently stroke his head as he loudly purrs with my left hand. The sketchpad is lying on the sofa on my right side, and I use my right hand to draw. I glance over to Super Nova and see that he is reading a book that is titled, ‘The Soldier and the Maid: A Russian Love Story.’ I say while going back to drawing, “I didn’t expect you to be into romance books.” SuperNova says something in Russian, seeming confused at my words. Crimson Cossack translates and then asks, “Can you read Russian?” SHIT.Sometimes I forget about this eye of mine since it feels so natural. I shrug and try to play it off in a natural way, “Apparently, I can.” Crimson Cossack asks, “Can you speak Russian, too?” I shake my head. He talks briefly with SuperNova in Russian and then says to me, “You must be g-gifted in… ‘yazyki’.” I shake my head, assuming he means something about languages from the context, “I can read it, but I don’t know if I could write it, so I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I am gifted or anything.”

Crimson Cossack smiles and says, “You are still gifted, though.” I blush awkwardly in embarrassment, unable to tell them the truth about my prosthetic eye and forced to take the compliment while avoiding eye contact. I have been feeling very embarrassed today, and now it is for a different reason. I should have just kept my fucking mouth shut. Like what compelled me to even comment on that dude’s book anyway? Not like I fucking care what he is into. I sigh and continue to pet Sir Floof with my left hand while wanting to fade into the background as I also draw with my right hand. For science, I am currently drawing shuriken and throwing knives. We haven’t tried to see if they would behave normally, either, and it would be best to start with something like this instead of guns. I also draw shadows on the page to make them seem like they are resting on the page. 

The maid comes up behind me and says something in Russian with a smile on her face, and Crimson Cossack translates and says, “She says that you draw very well and that you are talented.” What’s with all of the compliments?!!! I blush and tug on my hoodie to hide my face and say, “Flustrated is a lot better than me.” Crimson Cossack translates in Russian, and she responds, and he translates, “She says to take her compliment before she beats her compliment into you.” I let out a “Pft.” Not expecting the threat of violence accompanying a compliment, I was thrown off guard. I stammer in response while still a little embarrassed, “T-thanks… I guess.” I stayed up for a while drawing until around midnight Moscow time, and then I went to bed.

***Current Inventory: 3 Dragon Balls. 4 Remaining.***