CHAPTER 5
That was no wrestling.
“Whoa…,” Masachika uttered unconsciously as he stood before the sand and the vast blue sea. It was an approximately three-hour journey from the station closest to school. After exiting the station, they had lunch and did some shopping before hopping on a bus for another thirty-minute ride, and then it was a ten-minute walk from the bus stop to the Kenzaki residence’s vacation home. The walls of the spacious, two-story stylish cottage were painted a brilliant white. You could invite ten, even twenty people over and still have plenty of room to spare. But what was most surprising of all was the private beach. All you had to do was open the sliding glass door to the patio in the first-floor living room, and you were at the beach, which was even more private than any of them had imagined. Why? Because the entire area was surrounded by trees, blocking off the outside world, with the exception of the beachside path right behind the cottage. Furthermore, the eighty-meter-wide beach was sandwiched between two rocky terrains that were essentially cliffs, which meant that nobody could just sneak in. Put simply, this beach, which was eighty meters wide and fifteen meters long, was basically cut off from the outside world by the surrounding woods and cliffsides. It was only natural for Masachika to audibly gasp at their own secluded little world, especially since he’d been expecting the beach to be connected to areas that any tourist could use.
“Our own private island… Well, I guess it’s not an island, but still.”
“Ha-ha. I know how you feel.” Touya nodded as they took in the view. The guys had already changed into their bathing suits and were waiting outside for the others. Incidentally, there were two rooms for two and a room for three at the cottage. After some discussion, it was decided that the two guys would stay in one of the doubles, while the second-year girls would stay in the other, which left the triple for the three first-year female students. Masachika was a little apprehensive about Alisa staying in the same room as their rivals, Yuki and Ayano, but it was Alisa herself who’d requested to. (It was more about not having to stay in the same room as Maria, though.)
“By the way, you really are muscular, huh?” Masachika noted in admiration as he checked out Touya in his swimsuit. He’d always thought the president looked like he was in shape, but Touya was even more chiseled than Masachika had imagined. He had ripped pecs with thick arms and legs, to boot. That, coupled with the fact that he was over a hundred eighty centimeters tall and was wearing disposable contact lenses instead of his usual glasses, made him look like a professional wrestler.
“I’m not as muscular as I look, though. I have big bones. They even used to call me ‘tubby’ back in the day,” Touya said with a bashful smirk, noticing his schoolmate’s admiration.
“Big-boned, you say? Uh-huh…”
Thanks to his nerdy brain, Masachika was imagining his schoolmate’s old self as a badass-looking dwarf. Throughout Masachika’s somewhat rude meandering thoughts, Touya was checking him out as if he was impressed as well.
“You’re actually in really good shape yourself. I can see you work out. Nice abs.”
“Oh, thanks. I only do small, twenty-minute workouts every day, but I never have much trouble getting abs if I want them,” Masachika replied aloofly, despite being praised. After joining the student council, which actually required a good deal of stamina, he noticed that he was losing muscle mass and strength, so he’d started working out again a little over a month ago. But he knew his muscles were nothing more than for show, which was why he didn’t know how to respond to the praise.
“…Oh, right. We should probably get the umbrellas and beach loungers all set up and ready to go.”
“Wait. You have beach loungers, too? Do we really need a beach umbrella when we have the patio, though? Plenty of shade over there.”
“I guess it really depends on what everyone’s in the mood for. Anyway, give me a second. I’m going to go look for the stuff.”
“Oh… All right.”
Touya promptly walked across the patio and went back inside. While Masachika definitely wanted to help, he was hesitant to search someone else’s house, so he decided to wait for Touya to return without a clue of what to do with himself. But not even a minute went by when the sliding glass door to the living room opened again. Standing there was Yuki, wearing a pink checkered bikini. She almost immediately noticed Masachika standing around, so after making sure the coast was clear, she rushed over to him, flip-flops clapping against the sand.
“Big brother, big bwother, big bwothaaa,” she rapidly repeated in a soft voice as she approached him.
“What happened? Your voice software is even buggier than usual.”
He wryly smirked until his sister suddenly stopped right in front of him with her face twisted with fear.
“Monster… There’s a monster inside…”
Her voice trembled.
“Huh? A monster?”
“A very powerful-looking creature… No Japanese person would ever stand a chance.”
Just when he finally realized what she was referring to, the glass patio door opened once more, revealing the monster herself. Her skin was brilliantly pale in the summer sunlight, and her silver hair danced in the wind. The sky-blue lacy bikini held her ample breasts while emphasizing her tiny waist like a work of art. A pareu was wrapped around her waist, but a thin piece of cloth could hardly hide her seductive hips, nor could it do anything to contain her plump thighs and bafflingly long legs peeking out from the slits.
“Jaw drops. Awooga! Hubba-hubba!”
“Ah yes, a classic.”
“Sh-she looks like an hourglass with flesh on it!”
“Now you’re being gross. I know what you mean, though.”
“A body like that should be illegal. I mean, check out that curve from her lower back to her ass. What do you eat and how do you train to get that way?”
“…It’s hard to imagine you two are the same age.”
“It’s like she’s from another planet. I refuse to believe there’s a fifteen-year-old girl with a pro-model body like that!”
“Dude, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve got some really nice ribs on ya,” he teased while glancing down at his trembling sister.
“Right? But look more closely at Alya. You can kinda see her ribs, too. How can you have tits that big and still have your ribs kind of poking out like that? Unbelievable. She seriously only has fat in all the right places.”
She snorted with a self-deprecating smirk.
“…I’m going to be real with you. I don’t see the appeal in visible ribs. Not one bit.”
The siblings continued their exchange until Alisa noticed their gazes and began to cross the patio…when someone suddenly called out to her and stopped her from behind. When she turned around, Chisaki and Maria emerged from the glass doorway to the living room.
“Sweet god! Check out those melons!”
“Quit it.”
He glared at Yuki with disgust for her unhinged reaction to Maria’s body, but he couldn’t help but empathize after giving Maria and Chisaki another look. Maria was wearing a ruffled white bikini and had, in a way, a body that was even more incredible than her sister’s. She had the wicked figure of a bikini model with an almost contradicting innocent, youthful smile. If you saw her in a magazine, you wouldn’t feel she was out of place at all.
“Boom. Boom.”
“Enough with the meaningless sound effects.”
“Are those G-cups? No… H?”
“Stop. Come on.”
“Hold on. We mustn’t rush things. Relative grading is fine, but absolute grading is just as important. Hmm… At first glance, she is bigger in all the right places, but when you consider the difference in height, Alya has mass, which—”
“Enough.”
“Ouch!”
Masachika smacked the back of Yuki’s head before she could continue her straight-faced, ridiculous analysis any further, but her leering gaze almost immediately found its way back to the Kujou sisters as if she was unreformable.
“Mmm… But when you look at them side by side, Masha seems to have a little extra meat around the waist…”
“She’s more than skinny enough. Alya just has a really toned body. That’s all.”
“Heh. The fact that their body types slightly differ like this makes it even hotter,” Yuki mentioned with a pervy gaze, as if she were some creepy old man, before switching her attention toward Chisaki.
“Those aren’t words that should be coming out of a teenage girl’s mouth.”
“And this other lady… Snap… Crackle… Pop.”
“Did you break something? …Did you seriously just check out her biceps, abs, then thighs while making sound effects?”
His gaze slid to where Chisaki stood in a high-neck bikini, and his expression instantly grew tense. She had a wonderful body as well but in a way far different from Maria. He could tell even from a distance. It went beyond your average athlete. Her six-pack was more toned than Masachika’s. Her entire body was more ripped than it was “feminine” and soft—like the body of a wild animal.
“…A warrior and a cleric?”
“…I know exactly what you mean.”
They exchanged a nod while imagining the traditional party in an RPG…when all of a sudden, Touya appeared behind the two ladies with a beach umbrella and some beach loungers under his arms.
“Oh, look. The party’s tank is here with his shield.”
“…Wait. Is Alya the hero in this scenario?”
“Of course she is. Look at the president. Look at him. Do you think that guy could ever get a harem? So Alya wins by default.”
“Rude.”
The four others on the patio exchanged words as the siblings continued their nerdy conversation, but…
“Wow. Somehow, it’s like Chisaki’s the only one he can see, even with those two by his side.”
There was no way a man could avoid being captivated by their beauty. It didn’t help that these two extremely sexy sisters were standing on each side of Touya, either. And yet his eyes were locked on Chisaki as if to say, “You’re the only one for me.” Masachika gained even more respect for the man, while Yuki grumbled in admiration as well.
“Love is blind… Wait. Maybe he just likes small tits?”
“Now that was rude.”
After softly chopping Yuki’s head, Masachika suddenly decided to look around for the final member…when he noticed Ayano was standing on the opposite side of him in complete silence. Needless to say, he jumped.
“…How long have you been there?”
“…A while.”
She stared up at him with her usual blank expression and her long black hair in a bun. Exactly how long she had been standing there was a mystery.
“Oh, uh… That bathing suit looks really nice on you,” he praised, sensing some slight awkwardness.
“Thank you.”
Masachika was being honest, though. Unlike the others, Ayano was actually wearing a mature, one-piece swimsuit that emphasized her nice figure while still showing less skin. Yuki, who was standing next to him, suddenly sauntered over to Ayano’s side with a mischievous smirk.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, bro. Ayano, turn around.”
“As you wish.”
“Check it out. Sexyyy, right?” gushed Yuki as Ayano spun around. Masachika was quick to see why as well. It was sexy. The back side of Ayano’s swimsuit was almost nonexistent. It was a backless piece of swimwear with only some string tying the piece together, essentially exposing every inch of her body from the nape of her neck to the top of her butt. There was something strangely alluring about the fact that most of her body was covered in the front yet so exposed in the rear. Yuki pointed at Ayano’s beautiful back with a smug grin.
“Whaddaya think?”
Masachika quietly observed Ayano’s exposed back, especially the intersecting shoestring tied together.
“Reminds me of a whole smoked ham that—”
“Do you wanna die?”
“Oh, uh… She looks just like a Hollywood movie star? Yep.”
Doom filled the air, and he immediately tried to smooth things over. Despite this, his sister continued to glare at him like a hit man for the next few seconds until the others started walking over, seemingly having finished their conversation. Yuki’s scowl instantly curled into a ladylike smile.
“At any rate, I will be emphasizing my stomach while Ayano will be competing with her back, so we’re counting on you.”
“I have no idea what you two are counting on me to do, but knock yourselves out.”
He parted with those words and rushed over to Touya to help him skewer the beach umbrella into the ground. In the meantime, the others set up the beach loungers and sheets.
“Hmph! That should do it.”
“Phew. That was a lot harder than I thought it’d be.”
Masachika looked up, sweat dripping down his body after having just put up the umbrella, when he suddenly made eye contact with Alisa, who seemed like she had something on her mind. She, however, instantly looked away and began fidgeting with her hair as if to say, “I was just watching you set up the umbrella. What’s the problem?” Her body remained facing in his direction, though, which was one of the reasons she was so easy to read.
“You look really cute, Alya,” he complimented with a crooked smirk.
“…! I do? Thanks,” she curtly replied without even glancing in his direction.
“Giggle. Awww.He said you looked cute, Alya.”
Maria suddenly wrapped her arms around Alisa.
“Hey?! G-get off me!”
“Ah. ♪”
Alisa knocked her sister’s arm away as though she was annoyed before immediately creating some distance between them, but all Masachika could see was the unbelievable amount of jiggling the force caused to a certain region of Maria’s body. Could you really blame him, though? There was only a small piece of string holding the bikini together in the middle, which meant you could clearly see her cleavage… At least, that was the excuse Masachika kept telling himself before he swiftly looked up and away from Alisa’s icicle-like piercing gaze.
“You look really good, too, Masha.”
“Giggle. ♪ Thank you. ♪”
Masachika was immediately overcome with guilt as Maria smiled innocently, making it unclear whether she’d noticed his leering.
“Masachika, Masachika, Masachika.”
A finger rapidly poked his thigh. When he looked down, Yuki was sitting on the beach sheet with her back turned to him. She had her hands wrapped behind her head as she lifted up her hair, exposing her bare back.
“Can you rub some lotion on me?” she asked with an inviting, sidelong glance.
“I’d rather die.”
“Ouch.”
She shrugged at his cold reply and briskly stood up.
“I’m kidding. I already put some sunscreen on before leaving the house.”
“Then stop wasting my time.”
“I was simply playing into the trope for you.”
“Which loses all its excitement when it’s you.”
“Oh? Would it be more exciting for you if I were Alya, perhaps?”
“Huh?” grunted Alisa in surprise. Masachika reflexively looked back at her, and their gazes met once more. However, this time, her eyes narrowed before she quickly crouched and covered herself with both arms as if she was worried that he was going to do something to her.
“Seriously? I’m not going to rub lotion on you… Can you even tan? I always kind of thought Russians and the like would only get red but never actually tan.”
“Yes, I can tan. A little. There are people who only turn red, though, but you would still need to put on sunscreen, regardless.”
“Oh… Right…”
In spite of his best efforts to change the subject, Alisa’s wary gaze did not waver, so Masachika decided to face Touya instead to escape the awkwardness.
“So, uh… Ready to do this?”
“Hold on… Before that…”
Touya’s eyes wandered in a bashful way for a few moments as he hesitantly continued:
“…we might never get the chance to do this again, so how about we all run toward the ocean together and yell, ‘The beach!!’?”
“…What?”
Masachika was legitimately baffled by the random suggestion and frowned. Touya immediately seemed depressed, so Chisaki spoke up hurriedly and stammered:
“Y-yeah, it wouldn’t be a beach vacation without that. Let’s do it. Timing everything perfectly and synchronizing with one another would be a good way for the student council to become closer.”
“Uh-huh…”
Once everyone realized this was probably something Touya had always dreamed of doing, they exchanged glances and compassionately decided to follow along.
“Hey, why not take a picture, too? We can use the timer. Hmm… Oh. How about we put it over there on the patio table?” Yuki suggested, taking out her digital camera.
“Wait… Are you really going to take a picture?” Alisa asked somewhat timidly as she covered her body with both arms.
“I simply want to capture this shared memory. I will not send pictures of anyone in their bathing suit to anyone other than the people in the picture if requested.”
“O-oh… I guess it’s fine if that’s the case…”
Alisa agreed to Yuki’s idea, but there was something about how she phrased it that kind of bothered Masachika. However, he left it alone. Once the camera was set up, everyone took off their flip-flops and lined up straight on the sand, staying perfectly still until Touya took the lead and…
“““The beach!!”””
“Th-the beach!”
“The beach.”
Five shouted with glee in unison, one stuttered in their gallant attempt, and another simply spoke in a monotone voice. An indescribable energy filled the air of the midsummer beach as the camera shutter clicked in the background. Immediately, Alisa uncomfortably drooped her shoulders, while Ayano curiously tilted her head with a blank expression.
“…Yep. Perfect. Let’s do this!”
“Wait. Are we seriously not going to do anything about the awkward—?”
“Come on, Touya! Race me to that boulder!”
“Shall we join them, Ayano?”
“As you wish, Lady Yuki.”
All four of them then rushed toward the sea as if to say, “Like hell I’m doing this any longer!” ignoring Masachika’s pleas. Those who were left were Masachika, the Kujou sisters, and an awkward silence.
“So, uh… Ready to have some fun?”
“…”
He’d hesitantly asked Alisa, but she continued to look away uneasily, so he had no choice but to turn his focus to Maria for help…only to realize that she was already back under the beach umbrella for some reason.
“Masha? You’re not going to swim?”
“Don’t worry about me. ♪ I’ll be right over after I inflate this.” She smiled comfortably while taking a seat on the beach blanket. She then pulled a deflated swimming ring out of her bag and began to unfold it as she cheerfully confessed:
“Actually, I can’t swim.”
“…?”
Masachika looked over at Alisa in clear shock.
“Uh… Oh. Do people not swim much in Russia? Because the water freezes?”
“Of course people in Russia swim. We even learn how to swim at school. We could swim at the beach in the summer back when we lived in Vladivostok.”
“…And yet she can’t swim.”
He almost added, “Despite having two natural floating devices attached to her?” but he quickly swallowed his words before making that mistake. And yet Alisa still narrowed her sharp, disgusted gaze at him as though she could somehow read his mind.
“…We never went swimming much as a family. That’s all.”
“O-oh, that makes sense. There are a lot of people in Japan who don’t know how to swim, either, now that I think about it. There are even things the great Masha can’t do, huh! I think that’s really cool! It makes her unique!” he roared, trying to smooth things over before immediately turning around to head into the ocean. But before he could utter, “See you two there,” somebody grabbed his wrist from behind.
“Uh… Alya?”
A bad feeling tugged at his organs as he timidly turned around, where he was met with Alisa’s stern gaze.
“You forgot to stretch.”
“Yes, ma’am…”
Masachika freely swam through the calm sea, which was far clearer than he ever imagined. It was so clear that he could see three meters deep with goggles on.
Whoa! That’s a lot of fish. I could just sit here and watch this all day without ever getting bored.
Slightly regretting that he hadn’t brought a snorkel, he continued his relaxing swim while taking in the view.
“Pfft! Ahhh.”
After he started to tire a bit, he decided to go back to shore and began doing breaststrokes toward the beach, but only after swimming for a few seconds…he noticed that and panicked. All he could see was someone’s backside gently rocking in the water along with the waves, and it looked a hundred percent like a dead body—Ayano’s dead body.
“What the…?! Ayano!!” He yelled out to her and swam using a freestyle stroke as quickly as he could.
“…? Yes?”
But Ayano only lifted her head up as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She then brushed her hair back, took the snorkel out of her mouth, and curiously stared back at Masachika.
“Oh, uh… Are you okay?”
“…? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason…”
After her reaction made it obvious that she wasn’t drowning, he smiled stiffly and asked:
“Are you having fun?”
“Yes, very much.”
“…Good. Sorry I bothered you.”
“You did not bother me at all.”
“Anyway, I’m going to head back to land…”
“Very well.”
She nodded slightly, then put her snorkel back on and began to float in the water once more. She didn’t swim. She simply surrendered herself to the softly rocking waves. Although puzzled by the unique way she amused herself, Masachika returned to shore, lay down, and enjoyed the sensation of water and sand brushing against his body with the tide.
“Man, this feels amazing.”
Even when he closed his eyes while facing the sky, his eyelids glowed red under the brilliant sun. Although it was slowly burning his exposed skin, there was something that felt so good about it when combined with the cold ocean beating against his legs and sides. Each wave pushed his body a bit toward his head, splashing against his cheeks before drawing back and dragging his body ever so slightly into the sand. He continued relishing the almost indescribable sensation for a while after that until he suddenly heard the sound of water splashing…and was immediately hit in the face with a huge load of water from above.
“Pffft! Peh! Ack!”
He promptly sat up and exhaled from his nose as hard as he could while he wiped his face off with his hands. After somehow managing to prevent the salt water from going all the way down his nose, he immediately looked in the direction of the sound when…
“Yo. Having fun, bro?”
“Tsk. Of course it was you.”
It was Yuki, smugly smirking down at him.
“Are you sure you should be showing the real you outside like this?”
“Why not? Everyone else is way over there.”
She then shifted her gaze toward the sea and tilted her head in wonder.
“More importantly, when’s the giant octopus gonna show up? I’ve been waiting all day.”
“Don’t worry. There aren’t going to be any giant octopus monsters.”
“Impossible! It wouldn’t be the beach without a giant octopus or jellyfish or sea anemone emerging from the sea and doing a little tentacle erotica!”
“Maybe that’s a thing in the smut world, but there would be mass panic if something like that happened in the real world!”
“But…then…why the hell am I even here? What’s the point of it all?”
“To swim?”
Masachika coldly glared at his sister, who dropped to the ground on all fours.
“Well…if there aren’t going to be any erotic events, then we’ll just have to focus on the things we can do and knock those off the list… Come on. Let’s do that thing.” She sighed, slowly standing to her feet.
“What thing?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you, you numbskull?! Everyone knows that when you’re at the beach, that thing means splashing water at each other!”
“How the hell was I supposed to guess that?! But I suppose it is kind of an unwritten rule to do that at the beach!”
That is something you do, huh, thought Masachika while imagining various scenes like that from anime and comics:
“Take this!”
“Ah! It’s so cold! Now you’ve done it! Take this!”
Yuki wasted no time, quickly crouching down and sticking both hands into the water before scooping a copious amount of water and hurling it at him.
“Wataaah!”
…Maybe it was just his imagination, but he felt that girls shouted far cuter things in comics.
“Hmph…! Pfft!”
The splash flew right toward his face with perfect precision, but he swiftly turned his head and softened the blow. His cheek twitching, he quickly faced her once more and splashed as much water at her as he could with his right arm, creating an arch of destruction.
“Woooweeee!” Yuki cried bizarrely, covering her face with both hands and blocking before immediately swinging her hands to counterattack. They went back and forth like this for a while until they stopped taking turns and went full-blown relentless. The siblings then continued to pummel each other in a half-sitting position at point-blank range.
“Do you really think you can defeat me like that?!”
“Mmmng?! Take this!”
“Hey?! You can’t use your legs!”
“Mwa-ha-ha-ha!”
“Pfft! Ha-ha-ha!”
“Ha-ha…! Ha-ha-ha-ha…! …Sigh.”
“Yuki…what’s up?”
Masachika stopped splashing after noticing her brilliant smile had suddenly faded. The instant their game stopped, the water droplets dripping from their hair and chins conveyed a feeling of melancholy.
“It’s just…this is a lot more boring than I thought it’d be.”
“Don’t say that when you’re the one who wanted to do it. Now I feel awkward.”
“I guess this is something only slow-witted couples with tiny brains can enjoy for more than thirty seconds.”
“Come on. Don’t you think you could have phrased that a little more nicely?”
“Sorry. I guess you have to be some low-IQ, hillbilly couple to—”
“I’m asking you to be polite! Not change the phrasing to—”
“Shut up!”
“Huh?! Ah…!”
Yuki suddenly leaped at Masachika, so he naturally took a step back…when he slipped in the sand as a wave came crashing in, causing him to fall backward. A fountain of water burst into the air as he slammed onto the ground.
“Bff! Hack! Cough!”
Although the water wasn’t even knee-high, you could still easily drown if you flipped over. After Masachika placed his hands on the ground in a panic and lifted himself out, he blew water out of his nose and glared at Yuki out of the corner of his eye…while she clung to his neck.
“What is wrong with—?”
“Into the water with ya!”
“Huh?! Ah!”
Without his hands supporting him, he was easily pushed underwater again as his back hit the ground once more.
“The hell?!”
The water got into his nose this time and burned. Fighting tears, he forced his way up and fiercely pushed his sister away.
“Mn…! Heh… Heh-heh-heh! You’ve still got a lot to learn, my dear brother. Gravity favors the one who’s on top!”
“Feels like you’re really struggling to me. Tsk! I think it’s time you learn that a little sister is never a match for an older brother!”
Masachika fought back, immaturely letting his size and strength advantage do the talking. After a few tugs, he managed to completely sit up before he began to push Yuki down. She clawed into the sand with her toes, desperately struggling to remain standing, but retaliating after being pushed back this far proved to be difficult. Masachika smirked smugly, confident of victory…when all of a sudden, Yuki screamed by his ear:
“Ayano! Now!”
“That’s not going to work on—”
“Forgive me, Sir Masachika!”
“Where the hell did you come from?!”
Despite the fact that she’d been playing dead-body-in-the-water far away not too long ago, he heard Ayano’s voice coming from right behind while simultaneously being put into a full nelson. But what made him panic the most were the soft mounds tightly pressing against his bare back, with only a thin piece of cloth in between. A surprise beautiful-girl sandwich—that’s what this was. Well, the one in the front happened to be his sister, so that sucked, but it was hard to remain calm when the one behind him was his childhood friend, and Yuki capitalized on this brief moment of panic, pushing him down on his side.
“Gnnng!”
He scowled, feeling the water going into his ear after his shoulder was submerged.
“Ayano! Grab his right arm!”
“My apologies!”
“If you’re going to apologize, then don’t—”
They grabbed his arms and legs as they climbed on top of and pulled him—doing everything they could to keep him down in the water. While it would be most guys’ dream to have two beautiful women in swimsuits clinging to them, the girls’ behavior was uncivil and wild, making it not fun at all. In fact, Masachika had to start fighting back rather seriously to escape, which he actually managed to do a few minutes later. Ultimately he booked it to dry land, where he immediately collapsed on all fours, frantically gasping for air.
“I didn’t come…all the way to the beach…to wrestle, dammit…”
“Are you okay? I apologize. I went too far.”
“You’re fine, Ayano. Yuki’s the problem. Hey, stop poking me.”
After facing Ayano, who was squatting by his side and gently rubbing his back, he swiftly turned a disgusted glare to his opposite side, where Yuki was squatting and poking his cheek with a smug grin.
“That was no ordinary wrestling. You got to sumo-wrestle with two beautiful young girls in their swimsuits.”
“I worry about you sometimes.”
Yuki, who was beaming with evident satisfaction, innocently raised an eyebrow at her brother, water dripping off the ends of his hair.
“You say that, but I know ya liked rubbing up against our soft skin. I mean, look at ya. You’re blushing.”
“I’m red because I wasn’t getting enough oxygen,” he calmly corrected, but Yuki gracefully swept aside his complaint and stood up as if it was none of her concern.
“So now that my dear brother has had his fun, how about we go for another swim? Oh, I think I saw a board-shaped float earlier. Why don’t we inflate it?”
“But…”
“Ayano, go hang out with Yuki. Don’t worry about me. I’m just going to rest here for a bit longer.”
“…As you wish.”
After watching Yuki enthusiastically fly back to the cottage with Ayano hesitantly following behind, Masachika sat on the sand and gazed at the ocean.
“Hmm? Where did Touya and Chisaki go?” he wondered aloud, only seeing the Kujou sisters in the distance. He surveyed the boulder they’d apparently raced to earlier, but they weren’t there, either.
“…Well, if it’s anyone who doesn’t need searching for, it’s them.”
They weren’t going to drown. Not them. And if they were enjoying a private date on the other side of the boulder, then obviously, Masachika wouldn’t want to ruin that. After making up his mind, he casually looked to his left—where Alisa was swimming—then shifted his gaze toward the opposite direction, where he saw Maria gently floating in her swim ring somewhat far away from shore. She continued to float…and float…and… Was she slowly being pulled out to sea?
“…! Is she going to be okay?”
He thought back to how Maria had said she couldn’t swim, then he started to make his way toward her with a tinge of anxiety in his heart.
“Masha!”
“Oh, Kuze. Hey. I had no idea you were such a fast swimmer. ♪”
“Yeah, I… Forget about that. What about you? Are you okay? Because it looks like the tide’s pulling you out to sea,” he asked while treading water, although he was somewhat taken aback that she’d welcomed him with her usual bubbly smile.
“I thought that might be the case, but I wasn’t sure,” she replied, placing her right hand on her cheek and tilting her head in a slightly troubled manner.
“So you are being pulled out to sea!”
“I tried to swim back to shore, but it only ended up making things worse for some reason. ♪”
“This is no laughing matter, Masha.”
“Hmm… But crying isn’t going to help me, either. It’d just make the water sweet.”
“What?”
“Oh, but if that happens, I guess I’d become kind of like a seal, so that would help, huh?”
“Masha.”
“Alya would be so surprised, I bet.”
“Masha! Why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden?!”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Seeing her baffled expression, Masachika pinched the bridge of his nose and decided to give up trying to understand her seemingly random gibberish.
“Anyway, Masha, you can’t swim, so if your float flips over this far out, you’re going to die.”
“Mmm… I don’t know. I think someone would notice and come save me before that happened.” She smiled without even a smidgen of unease. Is she really going to be okay? he thought, worried.
“Next time, please call for help a little earlier, okay?”
“I’m sorry. ♪ But you still came for me, Kuze.”
“…You just got lucky I happened to see you.”
“Giggle. Even then, I appreciate it. Thank you.” Maria gently smiled as though she truly did trust him with her life. Masachika blushed.
“Sigh… Whatever. As long as you’re safe,” he muttered as he swiftly looked away, which made Maria smile even more. It was as if she was watching something heartwarming, but at the same time, like her smile saw deep into his soul, making Masachika restless.
“Anyway, ready to go back to shore?”
“Yes, please. ♪”
“Uh…”
However, once he actually started thinking about how he was going to get Maria to shore, he started to second-guess where he should grab. If this was a man he was dealing with, he could simply stick his arm inside the swim ring and pull, but he was hesitant whether that’d be appropriate with a woman. There wouldn’t be a problem if the ring had strings attached to it, but unfortunately, there was nothing like that in sight, either.
“I’m ready when you are. ♪”
“Oh, uh… Yeah…”
Maria held out her right hand, which he timidly grabbed. It was smaller than his and soft—delicate to the point that it felt like it would shatter if he squeezed too tightly, yet it was very comforting.
“Giggle.”
“Wh-what?”
“Oh, nothing. ♪”
Masachika looked away from her meaningful smile and began to swim toward the shore. He made sure to keep his leg movement to a minimum so that he wouldn’t kick her while swimming with only one arm and tugging her along.
“Wow. ♪ We’re going so fast. ♪ You’re so strong, Kuze. ♪”
He could feel his back suddenly start to flush as she yelled in admiration and excitement from behind. Masachika was a boy, after all. Being showered with innocent compliments by a cute girl would, of course, make him want to work twice as hard.
“Hmm…? Kuze, you have a bruise of some kind on your shoulder…,” she suddenly mentioned, a hint of worry in her tone.
“Huh…? Ah.”
Oh, right. I completely forgot about that, he thought, glancing back.
“It’s an old wound. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Really?”
Maria seemed to be worried, but it really didn’t hurt, and it was on the back side of his shoulder, so he usually just forgot about it.
“Did something happen? Was it some kind of accident?”
“It wasn’t anything big. I just got bit by a dog. That’s all.”
But the instant he uttered those words and faced forward, he felt Maria’s hand tighten around his, making him panic a bit.
“It seriously isn’t a big deal. I was just being a show-off and didn’t get it properly treated, so it left a little mark…”
It happened a long time ago when he used to meet that girl in the park as a kid. One day, when they were playing together, something excited a large-breed dog, and it suddenly lunged at the girl. Masachika had instantly tackled the dog to protect her, but he ended up getting bitten on the right shoulder while trying to overpower it. Fortunately, the owner made it over in time and managed to pull the dog away using nothing but brute force, so the wound didn’t end up being that deep. Masachika, however, wanted to show off in front of the girl and not worry her. Furthermore, he was worried that Gensei was going to blame his paternal grandmother if he made a big deal out of the injury, so he only did the bare minimum to treat the wound. The doctor back then said that the scar would slowly fade as he got older, but he ended up being left with a light-purple scar. Masachika didn’t really care anymore, though.
“Men are fine with a few scars anyway. My grandfather even laughed and said scars were a man’s badge of honor. Oh, I got it when I was trying to protect a friend, by the way.”
“…Oh.”
By the unusual, lowered tone of her voice, Masachika sensed that she was a bit uncomfortable, so he continued to face forward and swim as hard as he could, even though his arm was slowly running out of energy. The awkward silence continued until they were over halfway back to shore. Right when he assumed his feet would be able to touch the ground, Maria’s hand suddenly tightened around his.
“…? Masha? Is everything okay?”
He turned around while switching to the backstroke, but Maria did not reply to his call and instead continued to look over her shoulder at the water.
“Masha—”
“Eek!”
It was a tense but soft scream. She immediately let go of his hand and placed both of hers on the swim ring, kicking her legs while trying to lift herself up out of the floating device.
“Wh-what are you doing?! That’s extremely dangerous!” he warned in utter shock, but it was too late. The weight of her upper body was already pushing forward down on the swim ring, lifting the back side right up into the air before flipping Maria forward. There was a massive splash as Maria wildly kicked her legs in the air until inevitably sinking into the abyss.
“Huh?! A-are you—?!”
Two arms suddenly extended out from the water before wrapping themselves around Masachika’s neck. In the midst of his shock, Maria shot out of the water, her hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks, and clung to him for dear life.
“Wh-what are you—?!”
Maria’s cheek pressed up against his. Her squishy arms touched his neck and shoulders. And most notable of all, his chest and stomach were met with the incredibly soft, bare skin of her cleavage.
“……?!?!”
The extreme stimulation caused Masachika’s body to instantly start burning from within, but by then, the salt water was already rapidly approaching his mouth, so he started swimming in place again in a panic.
“J-jellyfish!”
“…?! Th-there’s a jellyfish?!”
After she screamed into his ear, his eyes darted around the water, where he did notice something semicircular and white floating, and he froze…but when he looked at it closer, it didn’t seem to be swimming on its own. If anything, it was helplessly rocking with the sea.
“…Hmm? Masha, that’s a plastic bag, not a jellyfish.”
“Huh? I-it’s just a plastic bag…?”
“Yeah…maybe…”
“Just ‘maybe’?!”
The ambiguity of his phrasing caused Maria to tightly wrap her loosening arms around him once more.
“Ack?! Definitely! That’s definitely a plastic bag!”
“Ааа! Помогиии! Она меня ужалила!”
“Wow! She speaks in Russian when she’s panicking!”
He was strangely impressed, unlike Maria, who was screaming in absolute horror. Masachika was panicking for his own reasons as well, though. Honestly, who could blame him?
Maria’s bare skin felt extremely hot, even in the cool ocean water. Soft. Just so soft…especially the mounds squished up against Masachika’s chest. Although her scent was mixed with the fragrance of suntan lotion, it filled his nostrils, which only made things harder.
O-oh, gosh… I’m going to drown, aren’t I?!
Drowning in her sweetly curved swellings of motherly love…would be nice, but he was genuinely talking about the ocean, which was slowly swallowing his body. The sense of danger promptly urged him to search for the swim ring, but it was floating a few meters away already and only continued to drift farther, perhaps due to Maria wildly kicking and splashing the water.
“I-it’s okay, Masha. Relax.”
“Я боюсь медуз! Са-кун, помогиии!”
Masachika placed a hand on her back to calm her down as she continued to shout even more. He desperately reached for the swim ring until eventually managing to reel it in, but right as he let out a sigh of relief…
“What are you two doing?” a nearby voice questioned in a fed-up manner. He looked over in the direction of the voice to find Chisaki, with goggles strapped around her forehead and rolling her eyes…and once he remembered he was being tightly embraced by Maria, the expression alone sent a chill down Masachika’s spine.
“Oh! Uh… This is… There was a jellyfish.”
“A jellyfish…? Oh.”
Chisaki wore a skeptical gaze as she examined the water around them, then she slowly reached out and picked something up.
“…You mean this?”
In her hand…was an actual jellyfish, not a plastic bag. A genuine jellyfish. Masachika instinctively braced himself as Maria’s arms around his neck tightened even more…which made Chisaki’s eyes roll even harder.
“You’re making a really big deal over nothing. It’s already dead.”
“Huh? I-it’s dead?”
It wasn’t moving now that she’d mentioned it. It was just…there, like a drooping pancake made out of jelly.
“I saw a few swimming nearby earlier and quickly disposed of them, but it looks like one of their bodies found their way over here,” she casually mentioned before indifferently tossing the jellyfish’s body to the side as if it were trash. What power.
“So? How long do you plan on hugging him, Masha?”
“Oh, u-uh…”
Maria awkwardly smiled, her eyes avoiding Chisaki’s chilling gaze.
“I can’t move my legs…”
“Did you pull a muscle?”
“Must have been a terrifying experience…”
Masachika’s eyes narrowed, and he sighed as he handed Maria the swim ring. Once he and Chisaki tugged the float back to shore together, Maria was finally able to walk on her own two feet through the sand, although with unsteady steps.
“I’m really sorry, Kuze. Thank you.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay. Anyway, I’m going to swim a little longer.”
He waved to Maria, who looked apologetic, then headed back to the deeper part of the waters…because there was no way he could get completely out of the water right now. Just use your imagination. He was a young, healthy teenager with urges like anyone his age.
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