*****
(The sun... Ugh.)
Aika strolled along the beach with her "boyfriend," resentfully gazing at the cloudless blue sky.
"...Right, Aika? What do you think?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. You're right, Kazuki-kun."
She occasionally nodded in response to him, but what really caught her attention was the way men glanced at her as they passed.
Aika lowered her eyes, checking her swimsuit again. A white frilly bikini.
(Maybe I went too bold...)
It was a bolder outfit than she usually wore. She wasn't bad at sports, but she didn't particularly like them. She rarely exposed her skin to the sun.
Her pale skin seemed to draw even more male attention.
A black ponytail.
A pure white swimsuit.
These were all choices made to please her "boyfriend."
The old Aika would never have worn such a daring swimsuit at the beach. Even now, I desperately want to cover myself up with a T-shirt and shorts.
But...
Will you... look at me?
My first concern was Ryosuke's gaze. I expected him to disapprove of Aika, who was now tainted by his influence, and scold me.
However, when I emerged from the changing room and met him, his gaze was fixed on her.
Well, I can't blame him. Kirizaki-san is cute.
Strangely, no jealousy arose. It's so unfair, I thought. For Ryosuke's gaze to be monopolized by someone else.
What... do I even want to be?
Lately, I feel like I don't understand my own heart anymore, even more so than before.
Normally, walking like this with Kazuki, I'd wish I could walk beside Ryosuke instead. But lately, that thought doesn't even cross my mind.
Somehow, that just...
Boring.
That's what I think sometimes.
Aika's reputation around school is that of a "good student": poised, quiet, and seemingly innocent even around boys.
Normally, I should be happy about that.
Those aren't bad things at all.
But...
That's not who I really am.
Vaguely, but persistently, I've always felt that way. Still, I couldn't articulate how I differed. It was Ryosuke who made me see it.
His gaze, as if he could see right through me.
He sees the murky, mangled depths of my soul. He drags it out. And he punishes me.
He's the only one who does that.
...No.
I'll make sure to look at all your dirty parts, too.
Suddenly, her voice echoes deep within my mind.
(...)
No, he's not the only one who judges me.
Until now, I hated other people's gazes.
They'd make assumptions about me, forcing me to conform to their expectations—it was almost like an obsessive compulsion.
But maybe that was partly because Aika never exposed herself to them. Maybe that played a role.
Only now, vaguely, am I beginning to grasp this obvious conclusion.
"..."
Aika tentatively tried sending a subtle glance at a passing man.
Her head was slightly lowered, but her eyes held a hint of longing.
And then, what happened?
Despite the brief moment of passing, every man Aika "approached" unmistakably noticed her gaze.
They gasped audibly. Some stopped in their tracks, their gazes lingering on Aika as she walked past.
One man from a group of guys.
One half of a couple.
Even the father in a family—
Aika's seductive charm was succeeding with terrifying precision.
Each time, a shiver of pleasure coursed through her, from her waist to her spine, and even down the nape of her ponytailed neck.
"...!"
Had they imagined what lay beneath her swimsuit? The illicit yearning of her body? The sweet folly of abandoning their partners to rush to her side?
Such fantasies were forbidden.
Of course, Aika herself would never allow an unknown man to embrace her. Impossible. But—
(They're... watching me...)
It felt as if they were affirming her, even in her lewdness. As if they were saying it was okay to not be a good girl.
Oh... I'm wet again today... I shouldn't be...
The boy walking beside me could never imagine what's happening beneath my pure white swimsuit—how I'm squirming so selfishly, dripping with arousal.
Suddenly, a thought strikes me:
What if I revealed my true nature to him? What if I shoved it right under his nose, shattering his illusion of me as some innocent girl?
What expression would he wear then?
How would he look at me?
As these thoughts swirl, Aika finds herself genuinely curious about the boy beside her for the first time.
*****
In a secluded cove, far from the clamor of the beach...
"Ryo-kun! That's... really...!"
Kirie, bracing herself against the rocky surface with her hands, her hips thrust toward me in desperation, begins to plead.
After all the earlier teasing, the bikini had become embedded in the crevice of Kirie's buttocks, obscenely accentuating her beautiful hip line.
"Really... what is this?"
Ryosuke tormented her with deliberate slowness. He traced the vertical line where the bikini was digging in, moving his middle finger up and down.
"Hngh?! Ah... no, stop!"
Kirie wriggled her hips restlessly. If she really wanted to resist, she could easily shift her position, but she didn't. She must have braced herself for even more humiliating treatment to come.
"Ugh... mm... N-no, ah..."
As Ryosuke moved his finger up and down, Kirie's buttocks seemed to cling to the motion, as if chasing after it.
"What's this? You want me to touch you, Kirie?"
"No...! Eep?! Ah, ah... Stop grinding against it—ah, ah, ah..."
When I intensified the stimulation, she reacted with amusingly genuine honesty.
Compared to underwear, the fabric of her bikini was thicker, but even so, when I pressed in firmly, I could definitely feel the softness of her womanhood—the tender flesh of her vulva, still innocent in its reactions, yet secretly ripening with carnal maturity.
Ryosuke was reasonably confident in his skills for teasing women, but Kirie's stark contradictions left him flustered.
I'll be the one to lose control first...
Smiling wryly inwardly, he maintained a calm demeanor with Kirie.
"I'm going to take this off."
"Huh? B-but—"
He slid the swimsuit down and helped her step out of it. Despite her protests, Kirie cooperated surprisingly well. Ryosuke got down on his knees and brought his face close to her lower abdomen.
This wasn't the usual dim lighting. When he spread her legs, every detail of her labia, down to the individual folds, was clearly visible.
The soft, plump flesh formed a beautiful crevice. Deep inside, the small vaginal opening writhed. Even smaller was the urethral opening, and there was the sensitive clitoris. Looking slightly upward, the tightly contracted anus was also exposed under the summer sky.
"Hah... Hah... Haaah...!"
Kirie seemed unable to form words from the overwhelming humiliation.
"I'm going to lick you," I declared deliberately, forcing her to focus on what was happening. I spread her labia with my fingers and traced the valley with my tongue. The inner flesh was softer than it looked, clinging to my tongue. Combined with the taste of the sea, it was saltier than usual.
I scooped up the glistening nectar oozing from her entrance with the tip of my tongue, savored it, and spread it over her entire vulva.
"Ah... Anh... No...!"
I remained gentle, yet relentless. Without a moment's rest, I devoted myself entirely to serving her lower body. My tongue moved in broad strokes, blurring the boundaries until even her perineum was slick with arousal.
Before he knew it, Ryosuke was completely absorbed.
Right now, I just want Kirie to feel good. That's all that matters. I don't have the slightest bit of composure left to tease her or torment her.
I'm doing something really wild...
Until recently, this was a shameful part of me that no one had ever seen. Now it's being thoroughly ogled and teased by his tongue.
To be blunt, it's mortifying enough to die.
But...
It feels so good I can't stand it.
He's sucking on me, licking me, loving me.
Ryo-kun... You're more excited than usual, aren't you?
His tongue is working with its usual delicate precision, but the wet, sloppy sounds he's making are more intense than normal. I can feel his heat through the mucous membrane contact, and it's clearly more intense than usual.
Ah?! Ahh—!
Ryosuke's tongue invaded her body, writhing inside her.
If he keeps doing that...!
Her heart raced uncontrollably.
She tilted her chin upward, and her mind focused on the residue of his earlier ejaculation on her chest. White, viscous fluid. Proof of his pleasure. His scent.
He was so aroused by me... He came because of me...
To do something like this, in a place like this—
At first, there had been a faint sense of self-sacrifice, thinking, If it makes him happy... But now—
Together... We both want to feel good...
Buoyed by the heat Ryosuke was giving her, Kirie's arousal surged unchecked.
She didn't want to let go of the overwhelming pleasure of his caresses. But—she wanted to get closer. To become one. Without a single gap, perfectly united.
Ryo-kun, Ryo-kun...!
The moment Kirie was about to start pleading—
Ping!
A sudden thud made Kirie instinctively look up at the rocky outcrop above her.
"Huh...?"
A brightly colored sphere flew overhead. It turned out to be a children's rubber ball, which bounced off the rocky surface, rolled onto the beach in the bay, and quickly came to a stop.
Children's voices shouted from beyond the rocks as they ran toward the ball.
I can't let them see me like this.
The thought flashed through Kirie's mind, but all she could do was shrink back. Ryosuke, however, moved without hesitation.
Almost simultaneously with Kirie noticing the ball, Ryosuke smoothly picked it up and tossed it back over the rocks.
The voices sounded like siblings—a young boy and girl.
"Whoa, it's back!"
"Is someone here?"
"Let's go check."
Their innocent voices sent a chill down Kirie's spine, like a death sentence. Then, in that instant, something even more unexpected happened.
"Huh, Ryo-kun...?—Ah!—"
Hands pressed down on Kirie's shoulders from behind, and he thrust into her without warning. Caught off guard, she didn't even have time to suppress her moan.
"Nuuu! Haaah... Aaaaah!"
Her back arched as the sensation of being filled by his penis sent shivers through her. Her cry must have carried to the other side.
"What was that weird noise?!"
"O-oh, a ghost?!"
With a shrill scream—whether in genuine fear or amusement was unclear—the children ran off into the distance.
"Ryo-kun! Why so suddenly...?!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back anymore."
His voice lacked its usual teasing quality, instead sounding choked with anguish.
Ryo-kun... you're so strong...
Even the grip on her shoulders was unnaturally forceful. Thinking back, his earlier behavior had also been uncharacteristic.
In that situation, he would normally have been more resourceful and cautious, shooing the children away discreetly. But his actions just now had been swift and aggressive, as if he was angrily ordering them to stay out of his way.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh...! N-no more...!"
It seemed Kirie wasn't the only one losing composure. Little by little, he was showing her his weaknesses. Letting her see them.
That made Kirie happy, and she mustered all her strength to say:
"N-next time, I'll be angry...!"
Ryosuke was bewildered by his reckless actions, but his hesitation was quickly swept away by passion.
He wasn't satisfied with just being connected below the waist. He pressed his chest against her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Ryo-kun...! Ngh... Nnnn...!"
"I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"
"Y-yes, I forgive you...! Ah... Ahh...!"
As their sweat-drenched bodies clung together, a tingling sense of bliss welled up inside them.
"Ryo-kun? ...Mmm, ha, ah, ah... Are you calmed down now?"
Her voice was gentle. But she quickly adopted a teasing tone:
"...Ryo-kun, you're acting a little childish today. Were you that excited about the beach? Hehe!"
"..."
Ryosuke deliberately roughened his voice:
"Do you think I'm some kind of kid?"
"Huh? Hey! What was that for?! No, no...! Ah, ah...! C-come on, I was just joking!"
The junction of their bodies felt pleasantly slick. Soft and warm—the body of his lover.
"Your back is sweaty too."
"Of course...! It's all your fault, Ryo-kun...!"
"Kirie, over here."
Still connected, Ryosuke took a few steps back, pulling Kirie with him, and they both lowered themselves to the ground.
"This... this position feels weird. Being carried facing backward..."
"Hydration."
I picked up the sports drink bottle I'd set aside and offered it to Kirie.
"Thanks... but drinking like this still feels..."
Kirie was bewildered by the idea of hydrating during sex.
"Should I open the cap for you?"
"I-I can do it myself!"
Though she protested, she gulped down the drink with audible swallows, the sound of her throat working making it almost mesmerizing to watch.
"Ryo-kun too—"
Kirie tried to offer him the bottle, but Ryosuke shook his head lightly, pointed at his own lips, and grinned.
"French kiss."
"...N-no way! I'm not doing that!"
"Come on, it's fine."
"...Ugh, you're such a kid!"
Despite her complaints, she dutifully took a mouthful of water and...
"Mmm...!"
She turned her head toward me.
Lips met lips, tongues intertwined as I indulged in a sweet kiss with Kirie.
"Mmm, slurp, hm, smooch... Ryo-kun, are you getting any?"
"Just a little."
Most of it slipped out from the corner of my mouth.
"See? I knew it... Ah, smooch..."
As I wiped away the sweet liquid lingering on Kirie's lips with mine, our kisses deepened, and the sex continued.
Though our positions limited our movements, I undulated my hips, massaging her honey pot slowly and thoroughly.
"Hmph... Ahh... Nnn... Ryo-kun's... thud, thud... hitting just right..."
From behind, I reached around to caress her breasts, my fingers tenderly stroking her nipples while my palms kneaded her breasts gently.
"Ooh, ah... Ryo-kun's hand... mm, mmm..."
For a blissful moment, we forgot we were outdoors, lost in the sensation of each other's bodies, exploring every inch.
"We could do this for hours..." Ryosuke murmured. "No, wait... Kirie, you feel too good inside— I might come too soon."
"M-me too... mmh... If we keep this up... my mind's gonna break... kyan! mmn!"
Despite barely moving, the friction between us generated endless waves of pleasure, invading every fiber of our being.
"Then, for the finale... maybe I'll let Kirie move."
"Huh?"
Ryosuke stretched out his legs and fell back onto his back, using the edge of the float as a pillow.
"This way, you can move freely, right?"
"Ugh... Not this position again."
Kirie faced the sea, straddling Ryosuke. Her sweat-drenched back was visible, along with her hips, which, though lacking excess fat, possessed a healthy, curvaceous fullness. Their intimate connection was completely exposed.
"We're hydrating, too. It's fine."
"Ugh! You'll just get mad at me later!"
Kirie lifted her hips and slammed them down.
Squelch! Squelch!
Her firm buttocks struck Ryosuke's lower abdomen repeatedly. A mixture of sweat and love juice quickly made his stomach slick.
"Ngh... You're... you're enjoying this, too, Ryo-kun?! Ah—mmph... Nngh, nnngh!"
"It feels amazing. My hips... they're about to melt away."
"M-me too! This... it's driving me crazy! Ugh, ugh, ugh! "
Kirie leaned forward, her hips moving with bestial intensity as she ravaged the pleasure, as if she'd hit some particularly sensitive spot. Ryosuke was the same. If someone were to peek into the inlet right now, neither of them would have the slightest inclination to care.
Such trivial concerns were irrelevant.
What mattered far more was sharing this ecstasy with Kirie.
Until now, sex had been nothing more than a means for Ryosuke to control his partners, but...
"Kirie! More—"
"Yes...! Yes...! Ryo-kun, feel good too! Eep! Hah, hah, hah...!"
Their hips moved instinctively, thrusting upward in rhythm with Kirie's downward motions.
The connection forged through pleasure felt so good.
His hips spasmed violently. The moment he realized it was happening, his hands gripped Kirie's hips and lifted her up.
The moment the connection broke, the nuru sensation was the final trigger, and Ryosuke came. His erect penis caught on Kirie's lower abdomen, spraying thick, white fluid across her belly.
Gush, gush! A thick, viscous liquid spurted out in such abundance that even he could tell how concentrated it was.
"Kuh... ah...!"
"Aah! N-no...!"
The two of them arched their hips in unison, climaxing together.
*****
"It's still... coming..."
His erect penis, throbbing against Kirie's lower abdomen, trembled with each spasm. The force of his ejaculation was so intense that some even reached Kirie's face, which was bent forward.
In its post-orgasmic spasms, the penis pressed firmly against her soft abdomen, its heat, hardness, and length making themselves known to Kirie.
This... This was inside me... So deep...
No matter how many times she looked, she couldn't help but gasp in awe.
She gently stroked it with her fingertips—the shaft. Its texture was unlike bone or muscle. The surface was slick and sticky with Kirie's love juice.
"Kirie, aren't you looking a bit too much?"
"Ah! I'm not looking!" Kirie stammered, flustered.
Ryosuke grabbed her flailing arm and pulled it down.
"O-oh..."
Once again, they ended up in an awkward position.
Kirie fell backward, using Ryosuke as a makeshift bed as she sprawled out beneath him.
Such a piercing blue sky.
It hit her again—she'd actually done this with her boyfriend in the most ridiculous place.
"...We're going to get sunburned."
"Next time, I'll have to put plenty of sunscreen under my swimsuit too."
"You're such an idiot, Ryo-kun."
Even as I grumbled, she wrapped her arms around me from behind—or rather, from below—
...It feels so good.
I ended up nuzzling and teasing against her embrace.
"Ryo-kun... Can I turn to face you?"
"Why?"
"Why are you even asking?" Ryosuke retorted.
Kirie answered in a soft voice, "Well... My body is pressed against yours. Doesn't that bother you?"
"How could it bother me? Besides, I want to see your face."
Ryosuke was slightly surprised at how easily the words flowed from his mouth. He hadn't said it to please her; it was simply his true feelings.
"...Yeah. That's fine."
Kirie's cheerful voice made Ryosuke happy too.
"Mmm..."
Her face was shaded by the sun. When he brushed the hair from her cheek, she mimicked the gesture.
"Ryo-kun's face is burning up."
"I think it's because of you, Kirie."
"Oh... I see."
Kirie smiled with a slightly grown-up expression and pressed a series of pecking kisses against his lips.
"Mmm, mmm..."
For a while, the two of them savored each other's still-tingling lips.