"Looks like letting yourself relax too much isn't such a good thing after all…"
Shiro looked gloomily at the distant sea, filled with the sound of laughter. He was already wearing protective gear from his underlings…
He wasn't sure why they suddenly changed locations, but this was definitely safer.
Damn it! Why do creatures like crabs even exist in the sand?! Guess I'll have to put on some ointment when we get back to the villa.
Wait, why are those two idiots taking so long just to rent a sun umbrella?
Seeing his companions gathered around a banana boat, Shiro walked over curiously.
"Oh! Kamishiro, let's ride the banana boat together!"
Kouhei grabbed him, having just found something that could determine who would be sleeping on the floor tonight!
"Banana boat? Weren't you guys getting a sun umbrella?"
He looked suspiciously at the banana boat by his feet.
Honestly, he preferred the jet ski, but there were too many swimmers in the area, and with his lack of experience, he didn't dare try it out recklessly.
"If you rent a banana boat here, you get to use a sun umbrella for free."
(???)
Shiro squinted with disdain at this big idiot. This was clearly just a marketing tactic. Why the hell were these two suddenly so eager to try this thing?
"So what's your real goal?"
"Banana boat duel! The last man standing gets the bed!"
Their expressions turned serious—they clearly didn't want to end up on the floor.
(???)
Shiro knew these two weren't up to anything good… but unfortunately for them, he didn't even belong to that room anymore!
"Ah, I see… Well, I'll pass. You guys go ahead. I just got pinched by a crab and I've decided to sleep on the floor."
Without another word, Shiro turned around coolly, ignoring their shocked expressions.
Like hell he'd tell them now that he'd already switched rooms. If they found out, they'd never leave him alone!
"Hey! Shiro, come here quick! Help us put on sunscreen~"
Not far away, Azusa was calling out, holding a bottle of sunscreen. Beside her, Nanaka was already lying face-down on a towel, the strap of her swimsuit top undone~
"On my way!"
The moment he saw that, Shiro could barely hold himself back. He wanted to teleport straight there!
…But he seemed to have forgotten something.
SMACK!
Two strong hands clamped down on his shoulders, and the voice of a demon whispered in his ear.
"Hey, Kamishiro-kun… it's time to go!"
"Let's begin our banana boat journey!"
"You bastards! I said I'm sleeping on the floor! I'm going to put on sunscreen! You traitors!"
(´Д｀)
Tears of sorrow welled in the corners of Shiro's eyes. Did these two even know the meaning of "helping a bro out"?!
Azusa watched their receding figures with a mischievous smile and a bit of drool forming on her lips.
"Ehehe~ Looks like Shiro won't make it back. Nanaka, here I come!"
"Eek~ (〃>ω<)"
…
On the banana boat, Iori and Kouhei flanked Shiro, all three of them in full protective gear—safety first, after all.
Due to the clear advantage of sitting in the middle, they'd added a new rule: the person in the middle wasn't allowed to hold the handles and could only rely on their feet and butt to maintain balance.
ψ(*｀ー′)ψ
At that moment, flames of fury burned in Shiro's eyes. Deny him the sunscreen session?
Fine!
Those two were done! Tonight, neither of them would sleep in a bed. Shiro swore it!
"Is there a high chance of falling off?"
Shiro looked toward the guy driving the jet ski. Damn, he really wanted to drive that thing himself.
"Ha ha, not really."
The guy smiled confidently—he was a pro. He'd taken tons of customers out without a single fall.
"Then how are we supposed to determine a winner?"
"Haha, yeah. Guess we'll just enjoy the ride."
Iori and Kouhei laughed. If Shiro didn't know them better, he might've believed they were just here to have fun…
And so, amid laughter, the three of them sat down. Iori and Kouhei grabbed the side handles…
Slippery. On the seat. On their hands. Everywhere was slippery~
(???)
For a moment, all three of them had the exact same expression…
"You bastards!!"
"How despicable! Who the hell comes up with something like this?!"
"Damn it! I'm not even allowed to hold the handles, and you still pull this?!"
They glared at each other, even though they all clearly had the same idea…
Still, it didn't stop them from calling the others shameless!
"Hold tight! We're taking off!"
The driver didn't give them much time to prepare and just started the jet ski.
VROOOOM!!!
A powerful jolt pushed them back. With sunscreen all over the seat, Shiro nearly flew off, barely staying on thanks to the two human walls beside him.
"Damn it, Kamishiro, quit bumping into me so hard!"
"Not my fault! I'm already sliding off!"
Shiro's face twisted. He'd been careless—his feet weren't braced properly. Now he was practically leaning on Kitahara, and at this rate, both of them would fall off!
He needed something to grab onto!
His genius brain made an instant decision—Grab!
"YOU BASTARD, WHY ARE YOU GRABBING MY SWIM TRUNKS?!"
Kouhei screamed in terror, his legs straining. He had almost gone flying just now.
"Hmph! I'm not breaking any rules. Let's see who the real winner is!"
Shiro pulled himself back into position and held tight—with one hand on each guy's waistband. As long as he held on, there was no way he'd fall!
"You scumbag!"
Iori clenched his teeth, sweat on his forehead. He could feel his hands giving up!
He let go of one handle and grabbed a corner of Shiro's waistband. Kouhei had the same idea!
"(.;゜;:益:;゜;.)Ohhhh!!!～"
Shiro felt himself transcend. Damn it, he was going to buy only "George" brand trunks from now on!
"Time to speed up!"
The jet ski driver, blissfully unaware of the madness behind him, continued driving like a pro.
"ABABABA AAAAAHHHHH!!!" ×3
The three of them screamed. Their legs were at their limits—and so were their trunks.
Onshore, the others had long since averted their eyes. What the hell were those three doing? Weren't they grown men?
Why were they tugging at each other's trunks like grade-schoolers?!
Regardless of how stunned the others were, the war aboard the banana boat raged on!
"You bastards!"
Shiro was going crazy. And so was his little buddy. Today had been cursed—first crabs, now idiots!
Fine then…
He let go of their trunks. As long as they were still holding onto him, he wouldn't fall!
"There's Mikami-sensei, the AV actress! There's Mizuki Kaya, the voice actress!"
"What?!" ×2
Hearing those names, Iori and Kouhei whipped their heads around.
Now!
Shiro dumped the rest of the sunscreen onto their feet!
There could only be one winner—and it would be him, Shiro!
RIIIP—
PLOP—PLOP—
With no friction underfoot, they had no hope of staying on. And the only thing that could've allowed them to take him down with them—those trunks—split under the strain!
Floating—
The result: Iori and Kouhei, each holding half a trunk, flopped into the ocean. Meanwhile, Shiro rolled his eyes in pain, a sharp agony radiating from his lower half.
In that moment, he finally realized—
Why the hell had he even bothered with this stupid contest?! There was nothing to gain from this!
(´Д｀)
Oh… Pablo…
In ancient times, a man wept over his horse. Today, I, Shiro, weep over little Pablo. Damn it! These two unprincipled bastards!
"..."
The others silently looked away. For a brief moment, they thought—
Maybe having six people in one training camp wasn't such a bad idea after all.
What the hell happened that made those three go this hard over a banana boat?!
Since when was this simple water sport so full of passion and drama?!