Ocean Man

It was a Sunday and Hana was going to take advantage of her time off to sneak in a three day weekend. So technically it was still Saturday. She had slept until noon, which was the usual wakeup time on a good day. But unlike her normal morning routine she planned to capitalize on all the amenities that beach offered. Food, restrooms, and even showers for the end of the day so she can come home cleaner than she left. It was truly the ultimate spot to spend her day. She was already dressed for the occasion, wearing a pair of black flip flops, a black bikini set, a beach skirt, and actually preened hair. Those who knew her would be fairly familiar with her choice of dress and routine, therefore they may find a bit of shock when Hana opts to make herself look presentable.

This was because Hana had one goal in mind, and that was to not pay a damn thing while she was there. She quickly understood the market in that which many young women her age took advantage of. Fact is, a lot of losers would shower you in gifts for the mere idea of her dating them. Now of course this would never happen in a million years, but taking advantage of those kinds of people had its perks. Mainly free food and the best spot on the beach. Equipping a light blue beach towel she was all set to hit the sand.

She had left the apartment and took the shortest path outside of the village. Following the main road there was a fair bit of traffic along the way which was of to no surprise. The weekend and beaches were like cheese to a burger; one could not exist without the other. This meant no shortage of weak-willed men to do her bidding. It was practically a gold mine to her, and she couldn't wait to get to work.

The sea was on the air as its heavy fragrance chewed the scenery. The distant crashing waves, seagulls gawking, and the clamoring of the locals also infested the airwaves in its intoxicating excitement. Although Hana enjoyed her privacy there was a sense of thrill when engaging with the masses. She braced for the hot sands, welcoming them as she tread across it barefoot. Hana could feel the eyes groping her from afar as her mere presence demanded attention. She had her eyes locked on the perfect spot. Not too far from water, land, or the pier. She paid no mind to the people in the scene just yet. She needed to get set up first. Setting her towel across the sand she'd get situated on her belly. The heat sandwiched her like a panini from the sun and the sand causing a great releasing in tension. Although she had just woken up, she was ready to fall back asleep. While she was enjoying the fruits of the her work now (which was leaving her apartment and walking to the beach) she was far from over. She needed to conquer the beach. And then the pier. And lastly, route her competition out of the water.

Sploosh

The Land of Water was a beautiful place. The distant crashing waves, seagulls gawking, that ever present fog blown away by the pleasant breeze of the sea. The ocean was one of the few places where that normally omnipresent mist could be avoided, and the clear skins and all the glory that the sun brought could be enjoyed. It wasn’t uncommon for those from the village to come down here and mingle with the assorted civilians and tourists in an effort to compete for those rare rays of sun. As having tanned skin was practically unseen amongst a land of pasty-white palefaces, there was quite the competition at times between those vain enough to try and gain some unique edge.

But beyond that, the warmth itself was pleasant to bask in, and caught together with the fragrant atmosphere of the sea… It had been enough to draw a particular young man to this location, where in his relaxed basking in the sun’s grasp he would gradually melt down into the sands…

Hana’s foot would crush into a particularly wet spot in the sands, digging into a small puddle. Odd, considering how warm the beach around it was otherwise. But that oddity would quickly explain itself. Even half asleep as he was, having a foot plunged right into your body was something impossible to ignore. Turning into water now was easier than breathing for him, so he had been content to just rest here and soak up what he could of the mid-day sun, but apparently he wasn’t so lucky as to merely remain content. Water to flesh, flesh to water. It was as simple as breathing. His hand turned first, clutching that foot around the ankle, and if she were still wearing those flip-flops this one would be thrown off a good few meters away with the flick of his thumb. And then he would rise, his body forming up out of the water as if it had always been there because it always was. Inch by inch, until he was at his full height with the girl’s ankle held tightly in his grasp. A pretty awkward position, but after having to get familiar with the taste of her foot’s sweat just a few moments earlier he felt justified in this little moment of revenge.

Here he was, in all his pink glory once more. Chigetsu Hozuki. His normal extravagance had been discarded for something more simple and relaxed, and it was visible from his hair to feet. That thick pink braid, usually tightly strung together, was messy and relaxed, barely together and threatening to fall down into a long mess of tangled hair should the loose ends be tugged at. The swimsuit he wore was a somewhat bold two-piece set, the majority of his creamy skin exposed to anyone who would want to look. The bottom piece had a similarity to a particularly elegant piece of lingerie, while the top had a ruffled piece of smooth red silk that went around to his back.

His eyes darted from the foot he held to the woman’s thighs, and then the rest of her body. It only took him one glance to surmise her entire existence. Typical beach bimbo. With a slight pinch that was all too personal for someone who he had just met, he would pull that black fabric of her swimsuit bottom back a few inches. All while still holding her leg at this near ninety degree angle. Just to hold it there and let it snapback, far and loud enough to make an audible sound as it hit the flesh.

“Nice swimsuit. Looks just like one I own. Although, it’s much cuter on me than you. By the way, there’s a little pharmacy up on the pier. You might wanna head up there and get something for your little foot problem.”

The crunchy warm sand beneath her feet would be a pleasant experience as she was practically immune to the burning sensation most beach goers faced. Although Hana was built to withstand any pain that might be a side effect of stepping on the hot sand she was not immune to the discomfort of sudden textural and temperature changes. The rhythmic crunching of the sand that followed each of her footsteps would break as her foot plunged into an unexpected wet spot in the beach. Hana wasn't the brightest, but she knew irregularities as hamfisted as the one before her. It was such a thick puddle forming a kind of muddy slurry similar to a mud or quicksand. And to make matters worse the water seemed almost alive; it was more viscous than usual and churned at her feet. Soon she'd feel the water shoot up her feet and a hand form from the slurry as it grabbed her at the ankle.

A visible cringe formed on her face, though she stayed grounded and didn't give any reaction that would suggest fear or surprise. It was a foolish decision to engage in close quarters with Hana, something this stranger has not realized. The fact is, it was Sunday and a solid week since she showered. She was initially going to benefit from the free showers offered at the beaches, but unfortunate for Chigetsu, she had not bathed yet. She radiated a lot of her natural fumes given her hike to the beach on the warm spring day. Being in such close proximity Chi would begin to pick up some musty notes off of her body. But he was foolish enough to follow through with his actions. A miserable fool.

The invasion of her personal space was the least of her concern. In fact she was notorious for getting too hands-on with strangers herself. But it was the groping that pushed things a little too far even for her. Feeling the bikini thong be peeled away from her clammy crack as Chi pulled the waistband like a piece of taffy before letting it snap back. Hana's eyes furrowed after that last gesture and she would retaliate immediately. It didn't matter if Chigetsu continued to hold onto her or not. His liquid body composition would be susceptible to her maneuver. Extending both arms out to her sides she'd hold a position resembling a T and would begin chopping her feet. This allowed mobility and allowed her to start spinning. But this was no ordinary rotation. The sheer velocity the woman was able to achieve was otherworldly, and while getting Chi dizzy and possibly sick was a secondary goal, her original plan would reveal immediately as she begun to spin.

The drilling motion worked like a vortex and would force Chigetsu's body to climb up her own like a corkscrew. Nice and tight. Chigetsu's watery body would clean hers while making his filthy— an exchange that she had the upper hand with. Week old sweat, grime, and stinky would befoul the pink haired thing; Chigetsu was easily saltier than the ocean at this point. "I like this swimsuit better. Instead of trapping the sweat this one helps get rid of it." She said with a smirk as dirty as the unwashed crevasses of her body.

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Technique Used: Larch Dance | A-rank

+2 Coor and Str

And just like that this broad would put the spin cycle on him. The whole purpose to this showing by him was to intimidate the competition, especially after he was forced to experience horrors of tasting her feet. Instead, she would t-pose at him with high intensity and replicate the maneuver of a washing machine. The intense rotation would suck him against her body, and not in a nice way. He would be left more like slime than water, a degenerate display of filth when he finally was released from her drilling. Even after she stopped he would still be spinning, utterly dizzy from the foul experience. The urge to vomit had to be suppressed, although that wasn’t from the spinning.

Trying to keep from falling as he ended returned to a humanoid form on the beach, slowly the dizzy, filthy boy would get his bearings. The outrageous situation left him with an incredibly, profoundly incredulous expression. It was almost hard to be mad. Once he had a grip on the situation though his body would begin churning anew. A slightly rumbling would follow, as if coming from an especially large and hungry stomach. The filth would all be collected and compressed from where it had dispersed throughout his body, and as if it had been pressed into a trash compacted a solid cube of waste would be expelled out from his side with a plob. A process dangerously close in appearance to defecating, with the exception that it came out of the side of his torso instead of his asscheeks. Although the cube of solid, compressed filth that weighed down into the sand would let out an impressively rank scent as soon as it was exposed to the air. In an especially cat-like process, Chigetsu would kick some sand overtop of it in an attempt to hide it away from the light.

“That is maybe the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever had to experience.” He would say, the emotion written clearly all over his face. “Or well… Maybe third. It’s hard to rank, really…” Eyes would peer over at Hana. No matter how clean she was now, she would always be filthy. Incredibly filthy.

“Sorry, that was my bad. I took one look at you and thought you’d be that typical beach bimbo type. But you’re more like a trash racoon. I guess that’s just a lesson to not judge a book by its cover. Since you’re not any real competition, I guess I don’t have to worry about you.” He would dismiss her with a wave of his hand, gesturing as if he were fanning air in her direction to push her away. “Now shoo. The beach is for people to have fun at, so you aren't allowed. Return to the pack of wild skunks that raised you, Stinko.”

As Chigetsu forcefully broke himself away from Hana's whirlwind she was squeaky clean and not a hint of stink on her. Hana wondered where all that smell went considering this person was made of water, but it would soon manifest itself in a block of what looked like shit (but really was just dead skin, oil, and stink) as it fell onto the beach. Chigetsu was quick to bury it, Hana getting one last smell. That really was her stink. It was amazing to see her filth manifest like that in solid form, but also somewhat off putting. She knew her hygiene habits weren't the best, but this was horrific to see unfold. Something that made Hana visually wince in pain. But once it was covered it was like it never existed.

She was a bit surprised at the cleaning properties this person had. It was no ordinary water. Chigetsu was a bit more viscous and actually absorbed filth like a Swiffer pad. If I could wear her on my body at all times, I wouldn't have to ever bathe again... And this was of course paired with the actual thought of wrapping Chigetsu around her body like a snake. But a few blinks would clean any thoughts from her mind. Especially since now she got a good look at this person after they materialized. They were short and definitely flat. But as her eyes scanned the 'competition' she noticed something.

An unusual amount of growth populated the bottom portion of the pinkette's bikini. Something that suggested one of two things: they lost their trimmer or this person may not exactly be what they advertise themselves to be. But considering the lack of any bust the latter was the more obvious insinuation. Her eyes moved from the pinkette's package and to their eyes as the look of suspicion broke the woman's poker face. "Competition, huh? You must not know guys well, but here's a tip: the only guys you'll attract with your washboard chest are closest pedophiles and fags. Especially with these!" She said whiplashing her arm leading with a powerful flick of her middle finger. The attack would normally be devastating given the woman's supernatural strength and had the tenacity to bust any man's testicles. And that was her goal. A powerful flick to Chigetsu's balls to erase his pride once and for all. Certainly Hana wouldn't be prosecuted for her attacks. After all, she was still reasonably within the realms of self-defense.

Squish. Just like that Chigetsu’s bulge, his carefully hidden and tucked manhood, would be eliminated. Reduced to dust, ash, nothingness. Burst, there would be a section of his swimsuit that would be near destroyed, blown out from the supernatural strength that the woman’s finger contained. Any normal man would be beset by unimaginable pain, their family jewels utterly ruined by something like that. It was devastation to the point that any men who should witness such an attack would find themself beset by the same psychic pain, cringing in unison. But clearly Chigetsu was no ordinary man. He stood unperturbed, an eyebrow cocking up at Hana’s attack to his testicles. The liquid that had been splashed back by her finger would quickly reform, along with his swimsuit bottom. In a moment it would be as if nothing had happened.

“Is that seriously all you have to say?” He would retort, half-bemused. Eyes swept up and down the girl again, almost seeming to wonder if she was serious, or if there was something else she was going to follow up with.

“Nice try, virgin. Clearly I was mistaken to be threatened by you. I know I just said it, but now it's really sinking in. My balls just now were the probably first you’ve ever touched in your life, weren’t they?” Snorting a bit, the previously tense Hozuki would allow himself to relax. Almost seeming a little embarrassed now, he would brush those bangs of his back across his forehead. “Going off and trying to imply I can’t attract guys when you go around in public stinking like that… I was worried over nothing. You're obviously a complete beginner, with no understanding of what guys want. Oh well.”

Standing up on his toes for a second, Chigetsu would stretch his arms up high above his head, until there was a slight and pleasant pop in his joints. Then he would bring his right down in one fluid motion. His palm would crack down across her ass without any warning, letting out an audible sound that rang out between the two of them before Chigetsu would turn his back to her. Casually strolling back to his towel a few feet off, all while the residual impact left her ass still jiggling.

“Here's some free advice. Try to remember to take a bath before the next time we meet, alright? Would be a shame to ruin that nice body of yours with any more of that stink. Maybe you'll finally be able to find a man, too.”

With just a wave of my magic wand, your troubles will soon be gone...

That's how it went in the fairy tales.

Hana has been practicing her nut flicking technique for years. A conventional flick worked by sliding one's fingertip off their thumb, but those rudimentary technique were outdated and inefficient. A skillful flick required much more tension, and how Hana executed this was placing the outside of her finger on top of her thumbnail, sorta like a reverse flick. It was an awkward technique to witness at first, but the tension caused by the irregularity amplified the impact significantly. She felt the destruction occur within the swimsuit, as the once solid balls she felt at the tip of her finger was no longer a solid, but instead liquidated. A wide smirk of sadistic satisfaction populated the woman's face as she expected an immediate faint or screams in terror. Balls were overrated, anyways. And Chigetsu certainly had no use for them being a bottom.

He must be shocked to the point where he doesn't know what to do. Serves him right! However, her success was momentary. The useless nutsack she obliterate took form once again, something she felt against her fingers again. She shifted her gaze down to take a quick peek at what was actually happening down there. He was completely unscathed! Her mouth dropped as if she was paralyzed in fear. Did they regenerate already? Or were they so durable they just bounced back? Am I in a Genjutsu? The terrors of being Itachi'd shivered her spine and made her insecure about her combat abilities. But mocking her combat knowledge wasn't enough for Chigetsu.

V i R G I N

The word rang out, and suddenly time slowed down and what Hana saw was not a pink femboy nor did she see a peachy beach day. The sky was blood red and the sun a negative black. Her body was frozen as she hugged her beach towel close to her body giving a highly insecure posture. As she shrunk up she stared blankly in fear. How did he know... It didn't help that they caused a scene already, as more than enough eyes were drawn to the two fighting on the beach. How many people heard the v-word? How many of them gossip?

"That's not true!" She snapped back in a blind fit of fury and embarrassment, her eyes glossy and mucus bubbling from her nose. "I've had a boyfriend before, dummy! They just go to another school!" That defense would sure work. It always had in high school. The casual ass slap would fall on upon insecure buns, the slap numbing an already numbed burger. She needed to retreat and reorganize her plan. Pivoting on her heel she dashed full sprint to the pier vanishing in a second. She felt to the only safe space left at the beach after that incident. It was the trustworthy Wienie Hut Jr.

Passing into the establishment she barreled straight into the women's restroom and breathed. She looked into the mirror at her own reflecting, cheeks still flushed red and eyes watery. Bringing her beach towel to her face she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. It was inside her safe space her vulnerabilities slowly began to wash away as the tightness in her throat relaxed from holding back tears. And as the sadness faded it was replaced by pure rage. "How dare that trap expose me like that! I will make him literally pay out the ass for his stupidity...Where to start...." As she plotted maliciously a stall opened as a fellow bathroom breaker who heard a little too much departed with haste. Hana needed time to think of a plan to destroy Chigetsu's reputation, and the little rumbly in her tumbly gave her all the inspiration she needed her for heist.

The reaction was instant. Immediate. She snapped back, recoiling with potential energy that had clearly been built up for years. Like releasing a spring that had been compressed, tighter and tighter and tighter over the years. He could see it written on her but Chigetsu hadn't known it was just this bad. It was almost something he got residual embarrassment for even being involved in, but right now he couldn't help but have the corners of his lips turn up. Curling slowly until it became a smile. And it got even worse! Not only did she deny it so strongly, so immediately, as the word itself was poisonous, but she went with that lame ass excuse! Boyfriend who went to another school! What, was this grade school?

"Another school? What is this, grade school?" He couldn't help but get out that little dig between laughter. "Alright then, whatever helps you sleep at night."

He started laughing at her. It wasn't something she could help. And he wasn't the only one. There were others who had heard this interaction. The beach was rather crowded after all, wasn't it? Lots of other people heard, and eyes were drawn already. And that desperate reaction, coming from Hana in a situation that had already evolved into a scene, ended with Chigetsu not being the only one who was laughing. A whole crowd had their eyes on her, and between the roaring laughter that sprung up there would be whispers, silent little rumors that were sure to be forming, spreading from ear to ear. Even as Hana pivoted on her heel and dashed away the remnants of that scene would remain with her, laughter and whispers seeming to follow her around like some sort of nightmare Genjutsu.

Wiping a tear from his eye, Chigetsu would eventually settle down from that hearty laughter. It was good to let loose like this every once in a while. Once things had settled down he would return to the crowd he had originally come from, sweeping over to a group of men who were still joking and jeering amongst themselves. Unlike Hana he would enjoy the rest of his day at the beach, riding high on that moment of success through tearing Hana down.

Eventually he would come to return to relaxing, stretching out upon a towel that had been prepared for him, laying on his frontside and exposing his back and buns to the sun. Or he would have, if not from the umbrella set up that would provide him with indirect shade. Not like he could afford risking sunburn with how pale his skin was, after all.