The End of the Vacation

In the end, Mimata Chieri and Alice took turns driving while I had sex with them on the way to Tijuana.

Alice insisted that since Mimata Chieri would be returning to Japan with her, she deserved to do it with me far more often. The ratio ended up around seventy-thirty in Alice’s favor.

I was in the middle of taking her from behind, gripping her slender waist and driving my cock deep inside her, when Mimata Chieri’s voice floated back from the driver’s seat.

“Junior, we’ll reach the immigration checkpoint in five minutes. Please finish up quickly.”

“Understood.”

Then I’d better move my hips faster. I had no desire to be left embarrassed by failing to finish in time, but I also didn’t want to lose the delicious pleasure I was feeling. So I set my goal on cumming inside Alice as fast as possible and began thrusting with renewed ferocity.

The moment I kicked my piston movement into high gear, Alice splashed her juices across my lower abdomen, completely lost to the pleasure. The wet slapping of flesh grew louder, accompanied by her rising moans.

“Hngh…! Mmmh♥ Ryuta… that feels so good… hngh! Hah!”

Alice’s sweet cries urged me toward climax, and since I was moving purely for my own pleasure to finish quickly, the urge built rapidly.

“Mmmh♥ Ryuta, it’s getting…! Inside me… hngh…! It’s swelling up…!”

She must have sensed I was about to cum, because Alice’s voice overflowed with delight as she began rolling her hips in lewd, enticing circles. My fierce thrusts and her seductive movements synced perfectly.

When her writhing inner walls joined the mix, the pleasure became overwhelming. I quickly flooded her womb with thick, white seed.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurting!

My cock throbbed, rhythmically stretching and relaxing her pussy. Alice reached her own orgasm at the same time, rising onto her toes, tongue lolling sloppily as she came undone.

“Haa… haaang♥ So good…!”

Alice panted heavily, savoring the lingering afterglow of our sex. I stayed buried inside her, fondling her soft breasts and enjoying the satisfaction. When I finally pulled out, a wet plop echoed and my cum dripped onto the towel I’d spread across the seat.

It was a rental car, after all. I’d had the decency to lay down a towel. After several rounds of sex during the drive, the fabric was already soaked with a messy blend of semen and love juices. It would definitely need to be thrown away.

“Haa… Senior, we haven’t reached the checkpoint yet, right?”

“No, we should arrive in about two minutes.”

Then I needed to get dressed quickly. We’d been having nonstop sex, so I’d stripped everything off to avoid ruining my clothes. But I obviously couldn’t pass through immigration completely naked.

I helped Alice back into her clothes first, then dressed myself. After that, I opened the windows to air out the car, which was thick with the scent of pheromones, semen, love juices, and sweat.

Simply opening the windows wouldn’t erase the evidence of several hours of intense sex, but it was the polite thing to do. Every now and then they searched vehicles if something seemed suspicious.

Of course, for an ordinary tourist like me, it usually ended with showing a passport and opening the trunk.

Vehicles gradually began to pile up, so we rolled the windows back up.

Border inspections always created bottlenecks, so the traffic jam was unavoidable. Our flight wasn’t until 11:20, so we still had plenty of time. We’d left at six and it was now eight, but we were mixed in with the morning commute traffic and would likely have to wait quite a while.

Knock, knock.

Someone tapped on the passenger-side window. When Mimata Chieri lowered it, a beautiful Black woman stood there with glossy straight hair tied in a neat low ponytail. She didn’t look fully Black—more like mixed race. East Asian heritage, perhaps?

The woman frowned slightly at the thick smell of sex that wafted out the moment the window opened, but she quickly composed herself and looked directly at me through the passenger window.

“Are you Mr. Ryuta Taira?”

“That’s correct…”

“I’m Diana Leach, Deputy Director of the Federal Superpowers Administration. Could we speak for a moment?”

As expected from American intelligence. They’d somehow known I would be here and had been waiting at the Mexican immigration office. She even spoke to me in Japanese. Being a deputy director, she clearly had considerable skill.

“My flight schedule…”

“You’ll be stuck in the immigration queue for at least thirty minutes anyway. If you give us about ten minutes of your time, we’ll have your vehicle fast-tracked through immediately.”

I had been about to use the flight as an excuse, but Diana Leach’s counteroffer—that speaking with them would actually save me time—left me unable to refuse.

“Very well.”

“Excellent. Please park your car over at that immigration office building.”

Following Diana Leach’s guidance, I parked the car and entered a conference room inside the immigration office. Alice and Mimata Chieri said they would wait in the vehicle, so I went in alone.

Now that we were face to face, I could see she had an impressive figure. With skin like black pearls, a crisp white suit that contrasted beautifully against it, and sexy long legs, she looked like a high-fashion Black model.

“I have no intention of causing you any trouble, Mr. Ryuta Taira. First of all, thank you for helping to stop Famine at Dignity Health Sports Park.”

Diana Leach bowed politely. Just as Fujigasaki Rinka had predicted, they had identified me as the man in armor who fought Famine. If she became annoying, I could always put her to sleep with a rear naked choke and flee to Mexico.

“If people are being slaughtered right in front of me, I have to help. It wasn’t anything special.”

“Even so, according to our calculations, there should have been around forty thousand casualties. Thanks to you, we were able to reduce that number significantly.”

They could even calculate something like that? In the game’s original story where I hadn’t been present, roughly forty thousand had died, so their estimate was surprisingly accurate.

“Fujigasaki Rinka seemed to think we would harass you. I understand her prejudice—she met us during the previous director’s tenure, when our approach was rather oppressive. But that is no longer the case.”

From the sound of it, after we left, she had visited Fujigasaki Rinka’s house and been given a hard time. That was quite an interesting detail.

If they had been oppressive under the previous director but weren’t now, it suggested an organization whose stance shifted drastically depending on its leadership. In other words, not a group that could be fully trusted.

“Let’s get to the main topic.”

Fujigasaki Rinka might be my master, but this conversation had nothing to do with me. I preferred speaking directly rather than circling around the point.

“How refreshingly straightforward for a Japanese person.”

“Since you’ve investigated me, you already know I’m half Korean.”

“We haven’t looked quite that deeply yet… Nice to meet you. My grandmother was also Korean. That’s why I received the beautiful Korean middle name ‘Siyeon.’”

So her full name was Diana Siyeon Leach? I had wondered why her hair was straight instead of curly like most Black people. It must have come from her Korean grandmother.

“We would like to build a long-term, positive relationship with you, Mr. Taira. The FSA also offers missions with reasonable compensation. You may accept our requests, or we can simply maintain a friendly connection. You will always be welcome here after helping the United States.”

“For now, I have no intention of being hostile as long as you don’t bother me. Let’s start with a friendly relationship.”

At my suggestion of beginning with friendship, Diana Leach ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smiled faintly. She had come all this way to build a good relationship with me, so this much was probably enough to consider her mission a success.

“And this is a token of gratitude from the U.S. government.”

What Diana Leach handed me appeared to be the deed to some kind of account.

“It’s not an official payment, so it isn’t a huge sum, but the account contains around ten million dollars. If you were to reveal your identity and formally request compensation, you could receive ten or even twenty times that amount… but I don’t suppose you’ll be doing that?”

Diana Leach smiled knowingly as she spoke. She had a good grasp of my situation. It still wasn’t the right time to reveal myself. Of course, I had shot a music video in Korea, but that wasn’t the same as exposing my full capabilities.

With Taira Ichiro, Kokoro, and Jiro watching me like hawks, I needed to stay hidden in the shadows and slowly build my power base while my forces were still small.

“Then I believe our discussion is over. I’ll arrange for you to pass through comfortably. One of your companions will bring the vehicle, so you can use the fast-pass lane at the immigration checkpoint just as you arrived.”

Thanks to Diana Leach’s arrangements, we were able to pass through immigration without inspection. Tijuana was a city right at the border. The Tijuana International Airport, our destination, was also directly adjacent to it, so no further travel was necessary.

We had saved so much time that we arrived in Tijuana when it was still only around nine o’clock. We enjoyed a brief taste of Mexico by eating tacos and burritos.

After a leisurely breakfast, we headed to the airport. Mimata Chieri and I prepared for our flight back to Japan. True ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to her generous nature, Master Fujigasaki Rinka had booked us first class, so the long flight would be quite comfortable.

“Hiiing… I’m going to miss you, Ryuta.”

“You’ll be coming back to Japan soon anyway.”

Alice and I shared a kiss and a long embrace, savoring our brief moment of parting. Eventually, time forced us to separate.

“Hehe, now I get to monopolize you, Junior.”

Mimata Chieri slipped her arm through mine and leaned against me. With my free hand, I gently pinched her soft cheek.

“Feel free to ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠monopolize me until we land in Japan.”

“That was my plan all along, you know? Ehehe♥”

We boarded the plane stuck together like one of those sickeningly sweet couples. The seats were separate, so the ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠idea of “monopolizing” me was mostly symbolic, but Mimata Chieri seemed satisfied.

I had barely slept an hour the previous night after going at it nonstop with Alice, so the moment I sat down, I fell fast asleep.

During the twelve-hour flight I slept, woke to eat the in-flight meal, slept again, ate again, and before I knew it we had arrived in Japan.

I drove my parked car to drop Mimata Chieri off at her house near the East Weapon headquarters building, then headed straight for the Human Resources Development Center.

I parked in the lot of our home inside the center, carried my luggage into the quiet house, and made my way to the director’s office.

“Ryut—!”

Yuukiko’s secretary, Ikehara Koyuki, started to call my name in surprise, but I playfully pressed a finger to my lips. She seemed to understand the gesture and closed her mouth without finishing.

I quietly opened the door to the director’s office. Yuukiko was sitting at her desk reviewing documents. When I stepped inside, she rose from her seat with a startled expression.

“Ryuta!”

I strode across the room and pulled Yuukiko into my arms. The softness of her breasts and the nostalgic scent that tickled my nose made me feel like I had truly come home. Through touch and smell, the realization that I was back washed over me.

“I’m home.”

My rather long vacation came to an end with those simple words. The vacation was over, but it felt like I had returned to a warm, comforting home.