The Uneventful Heist

We stayed in bed sleeping until late afternoon, since we didn't get to bed until after dawn. After putting on our robes, we stayed in our room and ordered room service. As our food arrived, Gang Orca and Principal Nezu joined the staff person and knocked as they entered our room. We sigh because we wanted to play with our food. They join us at the table while the staff rolls in the cart, places the pancakes and a variety of toppings on the table for us, and provides us with cutlery and the glasses of milk we ordered to accompany the pancakes. I put whipped cream and chocolate syrup on mine and dug in immediately.

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When the hotel employee left the room, Principal Nezu said while sipping a cup of tea he got from the room service cart that was in here, “I thought I told you children not to stay up too late, but I think you two rebelling may work out for the best in this scenario.” he writes the next bit on his phone, “We will move at midnight since that is when their security swing shift changes to the graveyard shift, so be prepared. Are you two able to get there from here while combining your quirks, or will that be too strenuous?” I shake my head, and Ayaka says, “Working with Sekai, we will be in and out in a flash.” Gang Orca sighs and chimes in, writing on his phone, “I feel like we are mentoring villains instead of heroes.” Principal Nezu writes into his phone, “Everything has been calculated, and I deem the reward of completing this quest far outweighs any risks. If you are successful, send me a thumbs up. If I don’t receive a message from you, I will assume that you were caught.”

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Ayaka clenches her fist in determination, “Yes, sir. Even if we get caught, I won’t abandon Sekai and will accept any consequences.” I say with a mouth full of pancakes, “Um wif her.” Ayaka giggles and says, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Kai-chan.” I turn my blushing, scowling face to the side since she is making those eyes at me. She loves to make me fluster around others. I know her quirk-nature probably doesn’t help with her self-control in these situations. Just as the spiky bastard, Bakugo, will always be explosively loud, and Vampy will always be obsessed with drinking blood. Or like me, when I get lost in pleasure with both food and Ayaka. She turns my face towards her as she asks, “Why are you looking away from me, Sekai?” I stammer, “B-because I knew y-you were making a s-sexy face.”

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Ayaka bites her lip in that sexy way, and she says, “Then why would you look away if it were sexy?” I stammer, looking into her sexy, piercing gaze as she thirsts for my flesh, “B-because w-we have c-company.” Gang Orca chimes in, “At least one of them acknowledges our presence here. Usually, they forget we are here.” Principal Nezu chuckles, “You are quite correct, Kugo. Their quirk-natures are rather compatible with one another. One might even say, ‘too compatible’. I guess we will see in time.” While they were saying this, Ayaka was ignoring them and said to me, “When you act like that, I can’t help but give you all of my attention.” She brings her lips to mine and kisses me, and I am starting to want more. Principal Nezu, reading the room, says, “I think we have overstayed our welcome. Don’t forget, midnight tonight.” Gang Orca asks Principal Nezu as they leave, “Do you want to drink some booze at the beach?” Principal Nezu laughs, “That sounds delightful.”

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The door shuts, and it is quiet. Ayaka grabs the whipped cream and chocolate syrup and says while licking her lips at me, “I am craving dessert.” I start removing my robe, exposing my naked flesh underneath, as does Ayaka, and she takes the whipped cream and the chocolate syrup. Our curtains are still closed, so we stay on the tiles since we are probably going to make a mess. She says in that sexy, authoritative tone, “Lie down.” I blush furiously, completely under her spell, and lie down. Ayaka pours whipped cream on my chest and drizzles chocolate syrup on top. She starts licking me, and I moan when she licks around my nipples.

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When she completely cleans off my chest, she lifts me up and tilts my body back with her tentacles, so my vulva is flat in front of her as if it were a plate, and she pours whipped cream and chocolate syrup all over my sex. I can feel whipped cream and chocolate going inside me. She starts licking me, and I moan with pleasure as she eats all of the whipped cream and chocolate from my flesh, effectively cleaning me. Each lick is intentional and masterful, and I moan in pleasure. The tentacles wrapped around me suction my nipples, and it makes me moan more. She uses a tentacle to stimulate the hood of my clit while she sticks her long tongue inside me, cleaning my insides. My pleasure climbs, and I orgasm and writhe against the tentacles suspending me in the air as I tense up as waves of pleasure wash over my body.

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She continues to lick me after my orgasm ends and then finally stops and says, “I had to make sure I did a good job cleaning you.” I say while catching my breath, “I look forward to cleaning you as well, Aya-chan. Though I am not sure I would be able to stop since I am sure it would be a delicacy.” She bites her lip and grabs her breasts with her hands and says, “Kai-chan, you know exactly what to say to get me turned on.” I bite my lip, looking at her from my lowered vantage point, and she looks so tall, sexy, and beautiful from this position as she bites her lip and touches herself. She makes me burn so hot. When I feel like I have recovered from my orgasm, I say, “I believe it is now your turn.”

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Just like I thought, I wasn’t able to stop after only going once with Ayaka. She tasted so good that I had to keep going. Ayaka said while immobilized from so many orgasms back to back, “I think I hit my limit, Kai-chan. We probably should shower and get ready. We have some time, but I would like to return some orgasms to you in the shower.” She says, biting her lip in that breathy tone. I stayed in here with her, cuddling, until she was able to move again, and then we went to the shower, where she gave me more orgasms than I could count. When I couldn’t move anymore, she dried me off and took me back into the bedroom, where I could rest in the bed for a bit, and she joined me and wrapped her body around mine, cuddling. We had sex for so many hours that it is getting close to midnight Ghana time.

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Around 10 minutes until midnight, I started feeling like I could move again. We got up, got dressed, and used our magic to change into men, just in case we were discovered. We dressed in all-black, form-fitting attire that showcased our masculine muscles. We are wearing plain black baseball hats to hide our faces from the cameras in the high corners of the museum in case they have some countermeasures against quirks like Ayaka’s.  When we are ready, we grab the sheet of paper that Ayaka stashed the staff in, and we get near the window. We make sure to leave our phones behind at the hotel, so if anyone tracks them, it would seem like we never left. She activates her magic, and I peek out the curtain and teleport us quickly to the museum and inside, where we enter without issue. The guards are just chit chatting at the security desk, talking in a mixture of English and African languages that we can't understand. We teleported quickly to the exhibit while they are distracted, and while in 5D, Ayaka preps the counterfeit staff and whispers to me, “You grab it, and I will replace it on the count of three. One. Two. Three.”

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I take the staff quickly as Ayaka replaces it, and from appearances, it looked like it blinked for a fraction of a second if they checked the camera feed. No alarms went off, and all was quiet. Ayaka took the staff and put it in the paper we had previously used for the counterfeit, and we quickly teleported back to the hotel. Once we are back in the penthouse, Ayaka drops her quirk, and she wipes the sweat from her brow. She gets her phone and sends Principal Nezu a thumbs-up message, and Ayaka gets a response that he liked it. I see this while looking at her phone, standing next to her, as I remove my baseball hat and pull my hoodie off.

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She suddenly grabs me from behind, and I feel her rock-hard penis pressing against my butt, and she says, “I want to fill you up to the brim with my cum. Release your spell.” She reaches around and grabs me between my legs, and I release the spell as her hand that was on my penis turns feminine with a puff of smoke. Her other hand goes up and grabs my breasts from under my black shirt, and I moan at her touch. She says impatiently, “I can’t wait any longer.” She then removes all of my clothes, and then quickly removes her clothes, and she tosses me onto the bed. She goes down and licks between my legs. When I am nice and wet, she drags her index and middle fingers across my lower lips and gets them soaked in my fluids.

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She lifts her fingers so I can see as she spreads them to show the string of my juices, and she says in her sexy masculine voice, “Someone is ready for me.” She puts her fingers in her mouth to taste me as she positions her penis at my lower lips with her free hand. I feel the pressure of her entering me, and I gasp in pleasure. She continues to lick her fingers that have my fluids as she pushes her penis inside me. She makes tentacles and grabs my legs while she is all the way inside, and she pushes them wide and above my head, tilting my hips upwards. Changing the position makes it feel like she is hitting me even deeper, and she says, “We have to have the right position to fill you up, otherwise it will all just spill.”

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She starts stroking her hips and pumping her penis inside of me. I get hypnotized by watching her move through my stomach like I have been every other time she rails me like this. I moan in pleasure. She makes additional tentacles to massage my breasts. I love the feeling of her scrotum hitting my ass as she fills me up with her penis. She picks up the pace and starts passionately pumping into me hard and fast, and I scream, “You are hitting me so deep, Fu-chan!” My pleasure builds, and I orgasm in waves, and she continues to pump into me, and she cums not long after my orgasm is completed. She pumps slowly and deep to reach my deepest parts as she shoots her cum inside me. She pulls out and keeps me in this position and stares at me while biting her lip. She says, “Mmm. Nowhere near enough.” I moan in post orgasmic pleasure, and she gets hard again, and she says, “Time for round two.”

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We had sex for hours, and I was so drained at the end. Ayaka says while looking at me and my cum filled sex, wearing a very sexy look on her sweaty face, “I know I can’t get you pregnant like this, but damn is it hot to imagine it.” Ayaka says while still admiring me, “Let’s go take a shower and get to bed.” I cannot move my legs at all. I stammered, flustered, and still breathing heavily from all the sex we had, “I c-can’t walk right now.” She smirks at me while lifting me with her tentacles, “I was already planning on carrying you since I wanted to prevent making too much of a mess. That and it is my fault you are in this state.” I blush furiously as she carries me while chuckling, looking at my expression. She carries me with care to the bathroom so the cum she filled me with doesn’t spill out until we get inside the shower. After she cleaned me with care and also washed herself, we went to bed completely drained.

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The next day, I am extremely sore from my lower back down. I don’t want to get up yet, and I can’t because Ayaka isn’t awake yet. I drape my sore leg over her, and I drape my arm over her for cuddles. She starts to stir at my touch, and she opens her eyes in a squint and smirks at me sleepily and says in that sexy, sleepy voice of hers, “I love seeing your face first thing in the morning. Wait, technically it is afternoon, but you know what I mean.” I gently squeeze her and say, “Ditto.” She stretches and asks me, “How are you feeling today?” I groan, “Ugggggh. Sore as fuck.” She bites her lip and sleepily moans, “I hope I can have my way with you like that more often.” I groan with a stretch of my own and reply, “I am not sure my body can handle it that often.” Ayaka purrs into my ear and says with that sexy, sleepy voice of hers, “Then I guess we will just have to get your body to handle it better then.”

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I get a nosebleed from the way she said it, and she giggles and reaches over on the nightstand and gets a tissue for me. She says as I hold the tissue to my nose, “I am going to miss having our own private place like this. Wait, we are rich now.” She lightly smacks her forehead at her realization and continues, “When we get back to Japan, we could just buy our own space like this, where we can have sex as much as we want.” I am so onboard with that, but I am so flustered that all I can manage are excited nods. She giggles at my response and says, “Then it is settled. Our first major purchase will be a place of our own, though I think we should buy it under our aliases.” I nod in agreement. Big payments should be made with the ‘people’ who made the money; otherwise, we would look really suspicious.

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Ayaka strokes my arm with her fingertips and says, “As much as I would like to stay in this bed, I am sure that Principal Nezu will want to leave today. So, we probably should get up, get ready, and get some breakfast.” I sleepily groan while holding Ayaka. She sleepily giggles, “Do you need more of my cum today?” I say in a sleepy tone, “I just don’t want to stop cuddling you... Also, I am not sure if I could receive you again today because of how sore I am from last night.” Ayaka purrs and says, “Then how about I receive you instead?” Her phone starts ringing before I can respond, and she looks at it and groans, “It’s Gang Orca.” She answers her phone, “Good Morning, Gang Orca.” … … “I wasn’t groaning because it was you in particular. It was because … nevermind.”

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I hear Gang Orca’s deep laughter on the phone, and after a bit of silence, she takes us both into 2D as her face turns redder than a tomato. She stammers, “J-just how m-much did you hear?” … … She puts her hand to her face in embarrassment, “Kai-chan, kill me now.” I responded without missing a beat, “Never.” Judging by her reaction, I am guessing he heard our conversation. After a period of silence, Ayaka and her flustered face said, “We understand, sir. We will eat breakfast/lunch, pack, and come out as soon as we can.” … … She groans, “and we won’t go back to bed.” She hangs up the phone and squeals in embarrassment, “He heard everything! He was going to knock on the door to wake us up, but stopped at the door when he heard our voices.”

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Ayaka hangs up, and I take that as the cue to release her from my grasp as we return to 3D. Though I do so with a groan because I don’t want to. As does Ayaka, though my groan is also because of my aching back and legs. Since we only know basic transformation magic, we can only change our appearance, not our clothes, so in lieu of that, we are going to start wearing layers when we travel in case we need to make a quick escape and avoid detection. We double-check that our male forms can move in our clothes and release our spells, and by the time we are completely packed and dressed, our room service arrives with breakfast. We ordered some local fish, rice, and veggies for a hearty breakfast. After last night… or, if I am being technical, this morning, I definitely need this.

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After we eat, we double-check all the rooms of this penthouse suite to make sure we got everything, and we did, then we meet the principal in the lobby. He not only pays the tab, but he also tips the receptionist who closed out the tab and said in English which we didn't understand but we understood his nonverbal gestures, “We really enjoyed our holiday. This is a little extra to show my gratitude. Please split it amongst the staff here evenly.” The receptionist bows awkwardly, accepting the tip, as if they don’t have the custom of bowing as we do. I have only seen them nod their heads to one another. The receptionist calls the other employees, and they squeal in excitement in a mixture of English and native African languages. To me, most of it sounds about the same since I hardly understand either of them.

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Ayaka gets the attention of the one waitress, Adjua, whom I told her that I wanted to hug, who also joined the receptionist excitedly. Ayaka asks in her best English, “Excuse me, Miss Adjua. M-my girrfriend said you remind her of her dead mother, and wanted to hug you. Dat ok?” Awwww. I clutch my chest for a multitude of different feelings flooding me now. She must have practiced that when I wasn’t looking, which must have been hard since we are attached at the hip, but I can’t believe she told her. I blush furiously in embarrassment, and the waitress waves me over with a warm smile on her face and says something in her native tongue. Ayaka pushes me into Adjua's now open arms since I wasn’t moving out of embarrassment, and Miss Adjua hugs me. She feels like my mother and is so warm. I find myself clutching her as my right eye glistens with tears not yet fallen as I embrace the warmth her body gives off because of her quirk. If I close my eyes, it feels like she is back in front of me, and tears fall from my right eye just imagining it.

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After several moments of hugging Adjua, we broke apart, and I wiped my tears, grabbed my luggage, and pulled my hood down in embarrassment. Miss Adjua’s eyes are also crying as she warmly smiles at us in goodbye. Ayaka says as we leave, “I rather like this place. I would love to come back and visit. The people are very nice and welcoming.” I nod and squeeze her hand I am holding while pulling a piece of luggage with the other. Since we went wardrobe shopping after learning transformation magic, we needed to buy more luggage to carry the new clothes. The local driver who has been driving us the entire time takes us to the airport, and the principal tips him well, too, in appreciation. Tipping isn’t that common in our culture, but it seems Principal Nezu really likes flaunting his wealth by giving kokorozuke to these employees. I guess that is one way to make friends and positively influence the world around him.

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We were greeted by the same employee as last time, and they took us through the private customs that we went through last time. He asked Ayaka, “Did you get inspired by the lovely art here in Ghana?” Principal Nezu translates, and Ayaka nods, pulls out the sketchbook she conveniently and strategically placed at the top of her luggage, and shows the employee the art she drew while we were here. The airport employee smiled a warm smile and said something in English that Principal Nezu translated, “He says he particularly likes the skyline drawing and was wondering if you would sell it to him? He said that he thinks it would be a lovely addition to the VIP lounge artwork.” Ayaka says a little unsure, “I have never sold any of my art before. I don’t know how much it is worth. I only know how much my mother’s art is worth, and I know I am not at her level.”

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Principal Nezu then says, “Then how about you charge a little less? Your art is phenomenal, even though you are only a student, and it is definitely worth the money, Miss Kubo. I am not sure you know this, but I often visit your parents’ art gallery, so I am well aware of the market value of art. Don’t worry, I will translate the particulars for you.” He starts talking to the airport employee in English, and they go back and forth, and Principal Nezu says, “He says he would love to buy it, but he doesn’t get paid enough to afford it.” Ayaka gently pulls the drawing from the perforated edge, hands it to the employee, and says, “Then take it for free as thanks for treating us well while we were on vacation.” Principal Nezu translates, and the employee seems very grateful, carefully taking the drawing from Ayaka’s hands.

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We quickly go through customs, get to the private hangar that Principal Nezu rented for his jet, and load up. He says, “Our flight will be about 5 hours and 20 minutes until we reach Brazil. Since we will probably be hungry when we arrive, I vote that we enjoy the local cuisine first.” Ayaka says, “I know Kai-chan would love those plans.” I nod with enthusiasm yet silently, very onboard with those plans as I sit down in my recliner, trying to avoid Ayaka’s gaze since I know that she is probably making a face that will make me flustered. Sir Floof comes out and places his head in my lap, and I stroke his head.

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***Current Inventory: 5 Dragon Balls. 2 Remaining.***