The sun blazed like the budget of a final season, the beach shimmered like a badly rendered anime background, and the seagulls screamed like fans who just found out the manga ending was different.
After all the earlier chaos — Aisha's butt-up faceplant, Mei's fleeing bikini top, Hana's edible seduction and Aoi's sandcastle seduction-fail — I needed a break.
Naturally, that break involved sneaking off with Aisha behind a conveniently placed rock formation. You know, the kind that's always perfectly shaped like privacy in anime.
Aisha followed me without hesitation, twirling her beach parasol with a playful smirk, her long black hair swaying like she was walking in slow motion — or maybe my brain was doing that thing again where I got stuck in a loop of staring. She was wearing that deep blue swimsuit, the one hugging her curves like it was auditioning for a romance subplot of its own.
"Ne, Ito~" she purred as she peeked over her sunglasses, "Are we going behind the rocks to study marine biology? Because I've got two large specimens you might want to examine."
I choked on my own spit.
"Please," I coughed, "I already got a PhD in you."
"Hmm~? I don't remember approving any thesis, but I do remember a late-night peer review session where you hit my cervix and said, 'That's a passing grade.'"
We both burst out laughing, Aisha's cheeks pink, her eyes full of mischief. She dropped her parasol dramatically into the sand, then turned her back to me, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen from… somewhere. Honestly, I didn't ask.
"Be a dear and lotion me up again, won't you?" she said, sitting on the sand, behind a rock, perfectly shaped like privacy . She tied her hair up into a quick ponytail, exposing her long, toned back — smooth, pale, and gleaming in the sunlight. "And don't skip the thighs like last time. You know they get jealous."
I squirted the lotion into my hand like I was summoning chakra and knelt behind her.
As I spread the lotion over her shoulders, she shivered and giggled. "Cold~! Ah, you always go in too fast."
"Pretty sure that's what you said last night," I muttered.
"Oh my~! Naughty boy." She turned just enough to wink at me. "Keep talking like that and I'll need to reevaluate your bedtime privileges."
"You already revoked those after I kissed your thighs for twenty minutes."
"Only because you never moved up!"
We laughed again. I rubbed lotion down her spine, my fingers gliding along every elegant curve. Her swimsuit was a one-piece with a daring open back and thin straps that just barely obeyed gravity. I was tempted — oh so tempted — to tug one down just a little.
"Do it," she whispered.
My fingers froze.
"I didn't say anything," she sang sweetly, but her cheeks flushed pinker than Mei when her top flew off.
I continued down, hands lingering over her lower back. She let out a soft hum, leaning into me a little. "Mmm, you're getting better at this. I might keep you as my personal lotion servant."
"I'll put that on my résumé."
Next came her legs. I started at the calves, working my way up. She stretched them out, crossing them slowly and raising an eyebrow as I reached her inner thigh.
"Careful now," she murmured. "You might awaken something ancient."
"What? Your ghost of libido past?"
She gasped in fake offense. "How dare you! I'm a respectable school nurse!"
"With a body sculpted by the gods and a swimsuit that's committing war crimes."
"Guilty as charged."
"Can I kiss you now?" she asked.
"I was about to ask the same."
Our lips met — soft at first, sweet like that first bite of cold watermelon. Then it deepened.
"Mmh… Ito," Aisha moaned softly into my mouth, her arms slipping tighter around my neck. Her fingers curled into my hair as her body melted into mine.
My hands gripped her waist, then slowly slid down to her hips, fingers teasing the edge of her swimsuit bottoms. I pulled her into my lap, her soft thighs straddling mine as the wet rock behind us cooled our flushed skin.
"You're getting bold," she whispered between kisses, her eyes half-lidded, cheeks glowing. "This rock isn't soundproof, you know…"
I smirked. "Neither are you."
Aisha blinked once, then snorted with laughter — but it turned into a breathless sigh as my hands slid up her back and down again, tracing every curve like I was trying to memorize her with touch alone.
"Your hands are cold," she giggled, nuzzling my neck, "but my body's hot…"
I leaned in and whispered, "I could help you cool off."
She playfully gasped. "Kage Ito! You're such a perv."
"Says the one straddling me in a micro bikini."
Her swimsuit squeaked slightly as we pressed closer, the tight fabric pulling up slightly from her movement. My hands, almost on instinct, slid up to cup her plush rear through the thin material. It was soft — unfairly soft — like grabbing a warm, bouncy marshmallow.
"H-hey!" she squealed, half-laughing, half-blushing. "You're not shy at all now, huh?"
"I was never shy," I whispered against her lips, squeezing again, drawing a moan from her throat.
"You're squeezing like it's your stress ball…"
"Let's be honest. It kinda is."
She slapped my shoulder — gently — and pressed her chest against me. Her breasts, barely contained in her tiny blue bikini, squished against my chest like twin pillows of heavenly mischief.
"You keep staring at them," she said, mock-scolding.
"I'm not staring," I said. "I'm studying."
"Oh really?"
"For… science."
"Liar."
She pressed closer, her lips brushing mine again as her chest jiggled just slightly from the movement. Then she giggled, whispering, "Wanna know something funny?"
"What?"
"Last night, you hit my womb."
"Don't say that so casually!" I choked.
"It's true though!" She smirked. "You said, 'I'm gonna reach the goddess of your soul,' remember?"
"That was poetic!"
"You also called me your 'thick soulmate'—"
"That was accurate."
We both burst out laughing, clutching each other like idiots as the waves kept crashing nearby. She rested her forehead against mine, still smiling. "You make me feel beautiful, you know that?"
"You are beautiful."
Her smile faltered for just a second, turning softer, more vulnerable. "Even with all of this?" She wiggled her chest.
"Especially because of all of this."
She grinned and leaned back slightly, letting me get a full view of her in that scandalous blue bikini — barely-there top, thin side-tied bottoms, and an aura of hot nurse meets beach goddess. The sun shimmered across her skin, making her look like a literal dessert.
Aisha leaned over me, her hair swaying like silky curtains around her face. "You're gonna burn, dummy," she murmured, her voice velvety with mischief.
But instead of grabbing the sunscreen bottle, she lowered her lips to my chest—pressing a kiss just below my collarbone. I twitched. Her lips were warm, lingering. She trailed slow kisses up toward my neck, then across my jaw, then—
"Mm… what kind of sun protection is this?" I teased, fingers finding her hips, pressing her closer.
"I'm giving your body the attention it deserves," she whispered back, her breath brushing my cheek before her mouth finally claimed mine.
We kissed—deeply, like we had all the time in the world and no one else existed. Her body pressed against mine, swimsuit tight, her curves molding to me. One hand slid under her, landing squarely on her soft backside.
"Ahn~!" she moaned against my lips, fingers tightening in my hair. "Y-You're getting handsy already…"
"You're the one who climbed on top of me," I grinned, giving her another gentle squeeze. "This is your fault, Sensei."
Her eyes fluttered half-lidded, cheeks slightly flushed. "Well then… maybe I should take responsibility."
"You should," I growled playfully, flipping her gently so she lay under me now, her arms still wrapped around my neck. My hand cupped one of her breasts over the bikini top—soft, warm, and just the right size to fill my palm.
She arched slightly into my touch. "Mmm—If you're like this now… how wild are you planning to be tonight?" she asked, voice trembling with excitement.
"Didn't you say four rounds?" I smirked.
She nodded smugly, licking her lips. "Yup. I'm keeping count."
I leaned down, whispering right into her ear. "Why stop at four? I'm going until you forget how to walk."
Her breath hitched, eyes going wide for a split second before she burst into a shameless giggle, her legs instinctively tightening around my waist. "You're such a beast, Ito-kun…"
"Don't worry," I whispered, kissing her neck. "You'll be begging for mercy before round three."
"Bring it on," she challenged, reaching up to pull me back down into another kiss, this one even hotter.
Just as Aisha and I got tangled up again, a beach ball bounced toward us but rolled away on its own—Akemi's laugh echoing in the distance. But I ignored it. She could float off wherever she wanted.
Right now, I had a goddess in my arms—and not the floating one.
Aisha looked up at me, her lips slightly swollen from our kisses, eyes shimmering with playful heat. "So? You still thinking about sunscreen?"
"Nope," I grinned. "Thinking about how good you taste."
"Smooth," she said, leaning up to kiss me again—but I stopped her.
Instead, I leaned down, lips brushing her collarbone. "You're still salty from the ocean," I murmured, tongue teasing a trail up her neck. "Guess I'll just have to clean you off properly."
That earned a light gasp.
I let my hands glide over her sides, one drifting up slowly, teasing the curve of her chest over her bikini top. "Soft…" I whispered, giving her a gentle squeeze.
"Ahn~!" Her hips twitched, and her fingers gripped my shoulders. "Y-You perv…"
"Only for you," I whispered back.
Then I slipped my fingers under the strap of her bikini top, tugging it slightly to the side—just enough to see the swell of skin underneath.
Her breath caught.
Still not blushing, huh?
I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "I still remember the sound you made last night when I hit your spot."
Aisha bit her lip.
"You know," I added with a grin, "that one where you nearly screamed when I—"
She slapped a hand over my mouth, face suddenly glowing red.
"Shut up!" she hissed, finally blushing like crazy. "Y-You can't just say that out loud on the beach!"
Victory.
"Oh?" I pulled her hand away. "So the unshakable, shameless Aisha has a line after all."
She glared. "You want me to drag you behind a bush and prove how shameless I can be?"
"Absolutely," I said without hesitation, pulling her closer. "But first, I wanna see that cute expression a little longer."
Her mouth opened to retort—but then I cupped both her breasts gently, thumbs brushing across her nipples through the thin fabric of her bikini.
She twitched, moaning softly. "Mmn… I-Ito…"
"Your heart's racing," I whispered.
"So is yours," she murmured back, wrapping her legs loosely around me, her swimsuit squeaking as we pressed together again.
"If we keep this up, we'll get banned from the beach," I chuckled.
She grinned, leaning up to kiss my neck. "Then we better make it worth the warning."
Then we kissed again.
Our lips broke just for a breath, our foreheads resting together as we panted softly. Her body trembled slightly in my lap, her hands stroking my hair as if to keep herself grounded.
Then, as if possessed by the fanservice gods themselves, the knot behind her neck came loose.
Flick.
Her top slipped downward.
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END OF CHAPTER : 40 : BEACH! : PART : 2 : ROCKY RENDEZVOUS!
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A/N: Just Making sure that you still like the book and want me to continue. I you still liking it, give more that 5 comments and sent power stones.
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