A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 116-120

Chapter 116: Arrival and Each Other’s Swimsuits

In the car, Asagi-san keeps the conversation flowing, tossing topics to me and Maki-san. Starting with how we spent our summer vacation, she listens and expands on our stories.

I’m almost jealous of Asagi-san’s smooth conversational skills.

I’d love to learn from her, but it’s hard to mimic how she reacts enthusiastically to my small comments, flashing cute smiles. Even Maki-san, usually quiet, talks more, drawn out by Asagi-san’s energy.

Of course, I try to keep up and bring up a topic myself.

“Asagi-san, uh, your club activities… they’ve been pretty busy, right?”

“Yup, the first half of break was like that. But the second half has more free days like today.”

My vague question is picked up and answered smoothly, even if I didn’t phrase it well.

Watching the three of us, Kurumi-san occasionally murmurs, “Looks fun,” while Mai-san sometimes turns to observe. Hearing our casual chatter feels a bit embarrassing, but Asagi-san’s lead keeps the conversation going endlessly.

The bright yet gentle atmosphere has its heart-pounding moments. Halfway through the drive, Asagi-san gently places her hand over my right hand on the seat.

It’s so natural I don’t have time to be surprised, only managing to look at her.

“…Hehe! ♡”

Smiling softly at me for a moment, Asagi-san says, “…So, I still have some homework left,” continuing as if nothing happened.

Her hand, casually but surely covering mine, is warm and makes my heart race. A girl’s skin, even just her fingers, feels so different from mine.

Meanwhile, Maki-san, sitting on my other side, glances over while talking.

“Oh, r-really? I thought you said you’d finish early this year…” she responds, her eyes seeming to flicker toward our hands. She might’ve noticed.

“That was the plan, but the homework load was way bigger, and after club, I’d just crash,” Asagi-san replies, then leans toward Maki-san and whispers.

“(Maki, you should try it too.)”

Her whisper, though soft, is in the confined car, so the front seats probably hear. Is Asagi-san unaware, or does she not mind?

Kurumi-san, driving, and Mai-san, in the passenger seat, say nothing.

“Eh, ah, (I-Is that okay…?)”

Maki-san, briefly loud, lowers her voice to ask me. Though I’m flustered, I nod slightly, intending it’s fine.

So, Maki-san, very slowly, covers my left hand. Blushing, she slips her fingers between mine, glancing at our joined hands.

“Haaa…” Maki-san’s sigh escapes. At the same time, Asagi-san grips my right hand, smiling at me.

“So nice, that youthful vibe. I’m a bit jealous,” comes from the passenger seat, making me belatedly notice Mai-san’s gaze. She looks at us like we’re a rare sight, smiling, so I tense up, my mouth a straight line.

But bold Asagi-san replies, “Thank you!” to Mai-san. Maki-san, more embarrassed, blushes deeper but doesn’t let go of my hand.

“Right, it’s really rare, quite something,” Kurumi-san comments, probably seeing us in the rearview mirror, still facing forward. I hear her sigh, but it doesn’t feel like disappointment.

“Hehe, we’re not there yet, so might as well,” Asagi-san restarts the conversation, and the warmth of both hands stays with me until we reach the hotel parking lot.

※

The pool parking lot, despite summer vacation, isn’t crowded. Maybe due to costs, not many use it as visitors.

“Alright, got our stuff, let’s go!” Kurumi-san’s call leads us from the lot to a resort-style building.

“I looked it up, but it’s huge,” Asagi-san says.

“…Yeah, and the hotel next to it looks super fancy…” Maki-san adds.

Looking up with them, I share their awe. I’d researched it, but the pool attached to the hotel is large enough to be its own facility. Seeing it in person is impressive. It has various pools and a small waterslide.

“Man, I’ve only stayed at the hotel once. When Asagi was on her school trip,” Kurumi-san says.

“Oh, that time? While I was at a ryokan, you sent tons of hotel pics. I took a bunch to compete,” Asagi-san replies.

Hearing them, I’m surprised Kurumi-san enjoys such things alone. She seems like she’d have lots of friends.

Still, she often swims here, so maybe she just loves fun. That’s what you’d call a fulfilling life.

…In my old world, I struggled to enjoy things alone. Now, with people around me, I belatedly realize I should learn to have fun on my own.

※

Inside, we reach the lobby for check-in. Kurumi-san handles it alone while Mai-san and the rest of us wait on chairs.

Looking around, it doesn’t feel like a hotel add-on; it’s grand enough to stand alone. A connecting passage to the main hotel sees occasional families passing through.

“Oh, Shun-kun, something catch your eye?” Mai-san asks, noticing my gaze.

“N-No, it’s just, I’ve never been to a place like this…”

It’s true, but I still stutter with Mai-san. She smiles with a “Fufu” and responds.

“Right, you might come as a kid or later in life, but first coming at your age, Shun-kun, is a rare pattern.”

Four months in this world, I get what she means. Kids don’t mind showing skin, and older adults might have less sexual drive, so they’d come here.

“Really rare… You’re the first kid like you I’ve met, Shun-kun. I’m curious how you’ll grow,” Mai-san says, glancing at Maki-san while stretching. Maki-san murmurs, “U-Un…” as Mai-san watches her fondly.

Kurumi-san returns, handing each of us a watch-like device.

“It’s a wristband for lockers and payments. Shun-kun, yours is blue since you’re a guy.”

The wristband key doubles as electronic money. Like a bathhouse, I understand it that way. Men get blue, women red.

“We settle everything when leaving, so if you buy stuff behind my back, I’ll know. But it’s a special day, so some spending’s fine,” Kurumi-san says.

“Yay!” Asagi-san cheers, probably thinking of the shaved ice she mentioned in the car. Even her fist pump is cute, and I’m totally smitten.

Checking the wristband’s feel, we head down the passage to gendered changing rooms. If lockers are full, there are other floors, but the display shows plenty of space. Despite hotel guests, it’s not overly crowded.

“Meet up outside after changing. But take your time, Sato-kun,” Kurumi-san says as everyone heads through the automatic doors.

“See you later, Shun-kun!” Asagi-san, the last to enter, calls out, and I reply slowly, “Yeah, see you, later.”

But as I see them off and enter the men’s changing room, I let out a small sigh.

…Did I respond properly to Asagi-san, Maki-san, Kurumi-san, and Mai-san?

Even in brief moments, my emotions stir.

※

The changing room is spacious, with half the lockers empty, so I choose freely. Older men are around, but no peers despite summer break.

It’s pricey for students, but I suspect guys my age resist showing themselves in swimsuits. That’s my sense from classmate talks and online info.

Still, I change. My swimsuit, though two pieces, is like a tight wetsuit, cut at the thighs—hard to see as men’s from my old world’s perspective. Maybe I just don’t know.

When Mom and I shopped online, she said, “Normally, you’d pick something covering more, but if it’s hot, this is fine. If you like it, Shun-kun.” Imagining wearing it, I chose this.

Changed, I lock the locker with my wristband and exit the opposite door. Not wanting to keep them waiting, I move quickly.

But now, it’s the area where everyone’s in swimsuits.

It’s kind of intense. Resorts in my old world were probably like this, but for me, it’s uncharted territory.

“Shun-kun, over here!” Asagi-san, sitting on a bench in the wide exit area with several benches, stands and calls me.

Though it’s not far, just a few meters, her figure is already vivid. Her light pink bikini, with a short skirt-like bottom, makes my gaze waver instantly.

“Hehe, what do you think, Shun-kun? Does it suit me?”

As I approach, Asagi-san puts her hands behind her back, tilts her head, and asks, as if waiting for my reaction. Her cuteness is already overwhelming.

Yes, it’s cute and heart-pounding—that’s all I feel. Asked if it suits her, it absolutely does, insanely so.

It’s a simple bikini, but the two triangular patches support her full breasts. Not super sexy, but slightly lifting them emphasizes her cleavage. The top has a faint floral pattern, no extra decor, so her growing breasts’ firmness and shape shine through, despite the hidden tips.

Her exposed abdomen and legs from the skirt are naturally alluring. The pink frilled skirt, not a plain bikini bottom, amplifies her cuteness.

I’m taking it all in; it’s nothing but stimulating. I thought, since it’s not naked, I’d avoid lustful thoughts, but I’ve been staring for ten seconds.

“I was torn, but I thought you’d like this, Shun-kun! ♡”

Her bold, cute smile, with her usual pigtails draped over her shoulders, hiding the bikini straps, and her glossy black hair, is stunning.

“…It suits you so much. Really, super cute.”

My emotions freeze, making me silent, but since she’s waiting, I have to share my thoughts.

It’s truly a classic beauty’s swimsuit look. A girl like her in a bold bikini at a pool would draw eyes in my old world. She could grace a magazine cover, no exaggeration.

“Ehehe, yay! ♡ Your swimsuit looks great too, Shun-kun! ♡”

Her charming smile hits me, utterly unguarded. Her cleavage is constantly visible, and my eyes are probably darting.

Despite seeing her naked and having sex repeatedly, her swimsuit makes my heart race. Maybe it’s what she wants, but I might never build immunity.

“…But it’s not just me today, right? We should all go together.”

She turns, standing beside me, and my view shifts to Mai-san, Kurumi-san, and Maki-san on the bench. Mai-san and Kurumi-san, in hoodies, smile at me, clearly having overheard us.

“Ah, uh, um…” Maki-san, at the end, lets out a sound and looks down diagonally as our eyes meet.

“Hey, Maki, you took off your hoodie!” Asagi-san says, and I notice a white hoodie folded beside Maki-san.

“Maki was nervous, saying she was scared to take it off until you came, Shun-kun. No need to be afraid, right?”

So, she kept it on to hide until I arrived. She’s always asked me if her body’s okay, after all.

Asagi-san’s words are spot-on. There’s no way I’d have a bad opinion of Maki-san’s swimsuit look.

“Um, S-Sato-kun…?”

Exactly. Her white swimsuit multiplies her charm exponentially.

“Uh, Asagi suggested this, and I said I wanted something less revealing, but she said you’d be fine with it, Sato-kun, so, um, this…”

“Hey, you said you wanted something like regular clothes, Maki. It’s a pool, and Shun-kun definitely wants to see you in a swimsuit,” Asagi-san counters.

Maki-san, talking with Asagi-san, speaks quickly. Her massive breasts are covered by a white bikini with large frills.

The frills make it larger than Asagi-san’s, but her huge bust pushes against the fabric, forming a deep cleavage. Though shy, she doesn’t hide it.

Her feminine assets are overwhelmingly prominent. I can tell her soft G-cup breasts are yielding. They’re almost spilling out the sides.

If any breast peeks out, my eyes go there. Just her upper body in the swimsuit oozes eroticism.

But looking away, her skirt-style bottom stirs feelings too. Longer than Asagi-san’s, it still shows her plump thighs.

“I-Is it okay, me…?”

Maki-san asks for my thoughts too.

If Asagi-san’s is healthy eroticism, Maki-san’s is voluptuous, like a serious gravure idol. Cute and erotic, my thoughts about her overflow.

But it’s not just her chest or thighs—her expression is adorably charming, her lover’s allure exploding. I have to convey that.

“…Yeah, you’re super cute, Maki-san, almost mesmerizing… I-I think it’s great.”

I can’t say it’s erotic. Not with others around, especially Kurumi-san and Mai-san right beside us.

I wonder how our moms see their daughters in swimsuits getting my comments. Though anxious, my focus should be Maki-san’s feelings.

“…Th-Thanks, um, but mesmerizing…?”

Maki-san says, turning pigeon-toed and looking down. Worried if it was okay, Asagi-san chimes in, “See, I told you, Maki.”

“I think Shun-kun was looking forward to being with you too,” she says, glancing at me. I nod to Maki-san, who looks up slightly, saying, “…Yeah, I’m really happy.”

“U-Ugh…” Maki-san groans, and I’m unsure how to proceed. Mai-san breaks the moment.

“Everyone’s so lovey-dovey, but shall we head to the pool? Right, Kurumi-chan?”

Right, we’re discussing swimsuits in front of their moms. Normally, this might happen privately.

Lovey-dovey. The word sticks, scaring me if it fits. Especially now, interacting with two girls and being called that.

“True, watching you all is sweet, but I want to swim sometime. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. How’s that?” Kurumi-san stands, adding on.

Both Mai-san and Kurumi-san are here to swim, not harboring anger or disgust toward us. It might be convenient thinking, but that’s how it feels.

“L-Lovey-dovey…” Maki-san murmurs, hands on her face, while Asagi-san, hearing Kurumi-san, says, “Let’s go!” and urges me forward.

Like this, we stack conversations in short moments, tense yet heartwarming for me.

Chapter 117: At the Pool, Flowing and Sliding

Moving together, we arrive at the main area with various pools. A massive central pool, a flowing pool circling the area, and a waterslide up high catch my eye.

“Phew, first time here, but it’s as big as I heard,” Mai-san says, echoing my thoughts. I’d never come to a resort like this alone; it’s a rare experience.

“I usually swim in the competitive pool in another area, but today, I’ll hang out here, watch our stuff with Mai-chan, and swim casually. You three go wherever you want,” Kurumi-san says.

Asagi-san jumps in with a suggestion.

“Then I want to start with the flowing pool! It loops around, so we can plan what’s next. Maki and Shun-kun, is that okay?”

It’s more than okay; I’m grateful since I had no idea where to start. I’d searched online, but there was barely any info on pool dates. I thought pools were a dating staple, but in this world where men avoid showing skin, it’s different. My scant dating knowledge doesn’t apply, I recall realizing.

“Okay, that area then. It’s not too crowded, so we should find a table,” Kurumi-san says, leading us. She’s in front, Mai-san behind, with Asagi-san, me, and Maki-san walking side by side in between, just how it naturally happened.

“Here’s the table. We’ll watch your stuff. If you go elsewhere, let us know. We’ll be here for a bit,” Kurumi-san says, placing her bag on a three-person table. I feel guilty making her wait when she wants to swim, all for me.

“Th-Thank you. Uh, sorry, for everything,” I say, bowing. Kurumi-san looks slightly surprised.

“No need to worry. The best thing is you, Asagi, and Maki-chan having fun. Kids shouldn’t stress about parents, okay?” she says with a soft smile, like Asagi-san’s kind mother. “Right, just enjoy without thinking too much,” Mai-san adds.

“But maybe it’s because you’re like this, Shun-kun,” Kurumi-san murmurs, gathering our stuff. It’s not much since most is in lockers—just beach sandals and clear bags with essentials, prepared with online research and Mom’s advice.

“Alright, Shun-kun, Maki, let’s go!” Asagi-san, in her pink swimsuit, energetically leads us. Her bright, cute, skin-baring self always draws me in.

“Y-Yeah, I’m coming,” Maki-san says, joining me to follow Asagi-san. With two women gently watching us, I mustn’t forget gratitude.

※

“Ahh, this is so relaxing,” Asagi-san says at the flowing pool, where we head first. It’s moderately busy but spacious enough to move freely. We ride a rented float, drifting and looking around.

“Y-Yeah, it is…” I reply.

The rented float is for two, with holes to sit side by side. I’m always on it, with Asagi-san beside me for the first half and Maki-san for the second. The one not riding walks ahead, guiding the float’s direction.

Asagi-san said a three-person float “feels too big and wasteful,” leading to this setup. The two-person float keeps us close—not a complaint, but it stirs my emotions.

Right now, Asagi-san sits beside me, holding my right hand, drifting leisurely. Maybe the tropical vibe makes her seem “melty,” but she keeps talking with me and Maki-san, her grip firm.

Turning to her, she smiles, trying to get closer. Our bodies touch slightly, and her cleavage is right there.

“…Mufufu! ♡”

Sensitive to my gaze, Asagi-san doesn’t stop leaning in. Her playful smile is bold, and I almost look away to avoid lustful thoughts.

But looking ahead, Maki-san, holding the float’s edge and glancing back, says, “Ah, u-uh…” and shyly looks down. Her deep cleavage is fully visible, asserting her soft curves.

It’s a sexual trap—tiger at the front, wolf at the back. A silly metaphor, but I can’t say it to them. I need a proper topic.

“A-After one loop, what should we do… maybe the waterslide?” I suggest. Asagi-san chose the flowing pool to scope out the area, so she’s probably thinking about what’s next after switching with Maki-san.

I’m swayed by the sexual vibe but recall online info and what I’ve seen, thinking of the prominent waterslide up high. It’s a simple idea, maybe minimal.

“Oh, I wanna ride that soon! It looks bigger than I thought, and it allows two people, so we could pair up with you like now, Shun-kun,” Asagi-san says, then adds, “Oh, but you’d slide twice, Shun-kun. Is that okay? Would back-to-back be tiring?”

She’s probably worried about my stamina, but that’s too kind.

“…Yeah, totally fine. With you two, I wouldn’t think of getting tired.”

Maybe because this world overprotects men or I seem frail, Asagi-san always checks on me. But with everyone, whining about two slides isn’t an option.

“Fufu, thanks! ♡ Then Maki and you go first. We’re about halfway, so time to switch,” Asagi-san says, noticing a distance marker, showing her keen awareness.

Maki-san murmurs, “U-Uh, right…” and guides the float to the poolside. Asagi-san says, “Come on, Maki, hop up and switch!” urging her.

“…Y-Yeah, got it, then…!” Maki-san climbs out, her swimsuit-clad butt right in my face, making me swallow hard. Before I process, she sits beside me.

Her slightly downturned eyes, full lips, massive breasts in her swimsuit, and plump thighs disrupt my heart no matter how often I see them.

“…Thanks, Sato-kun,” she says.

I want to say I’m the one who should thank her, but a brief pause forms. Asagi-san’s “Let’s go!” and the float catching the current make me miss the chance.

“…Yeah, I’m the one who’s thankful.”

Even if it’s bad timing, I feel I need to express my feelings. The gratitude comes out smoothly, surprising me.

This might be normal for guys, but missing the timing makes me clumsy, maybe seen as inept.

But Maki-san’s flushed cheeks and her cautiously taking my hand are what matter most to me now.

※

Even side by side with Maki-san, Asagi-san leads the conversation. Resting her arms on our float, she spots a tank by the course and sparks topics.

I try to contribute, feeling I’m better at conversational catch than before, thanks to their receptive responses.

“Y-Yeah, Sato-kun, I feel calm watching ocean videos too…” Maki-san says, reacting to my mention of liking nature videos. Unusually, she leans forward excitedly.

“…Yeah, I find them calming too,” I reply, but her swimsuit’s straining chest, almost spilling out, startles me. I shouldn’t get aroused, but after our intimacy, I imagine her soft mounds, my emotions swaying instantly.

Trying not to stare, I push the conversation forward. Asagi-san, watching me from the water, smiles with a “Fufu.”

…My feelings are probably transparent.

※

Still, I suppress lustful thoughts. Finishing the loop in a relaxed vibe, we head to the waterslide as planned.

Looking up at the starting point on a platform, there’s a short line. As decided, Maki-san and I slide first, with Asagi-san waiting below, then I’ll slide with her.

Telling Kurumi-san at the table, she says, “Sounds good. Two at a time makes sense, but it’s quite a rare setup,” with a slight smile.

As she says, this date format is uncommon here, and sliding together might not be typical. I wonder how Asagi-san feels waiting.

“See you two below!” Asagi-san says, waving with a smile as we head off.

The staircase to the entrance has many steps, suggesting a high drop.

I nod, and Maki-san says, “Y-Yeah, got it…” as we climb. I grip the handrail to avoid slipping and steady my emotions.

The stairs, just wide enough for two, have us climbing single file. Maki-san, ahead, even checks, “Sato-kun, is this too fast?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… I might be the slow one,” I reply.

“N-No way! I might be rushing, and these stairs are longer than I thought,” she says.

As she notes, the spiraling stairs are surprisingly long. But it’s not exhausting, and she doesn’t need to worry about me.

“No, really, I’m fine… Not sorry, but… th-thanks for checking,” I say, catching an apology and turning it to gratitude, not wanting to miss her kindness.

“N-No, I’m the one… Th-Then, we’re almost there, so let’s go!” Maki-san says, flustered but kind.

The stairs end, a passage opens, and the slide’s entrance appears. Maki-san quickly moves beside me, a kind, observant woman.

The waterslide allows two riders front-to-back on a dedicated float. After a few minutes’ wait, Maki-san and I are on the float.

This slide’s float is more boat-like than the flowing pool’s.

“If it’s okay, Sato-kun, I’d like to be in front…” she says, and her wish is granted. I sit behind her as we start.

Sitting, I realize it’s a precarious situation.

“…Is this okay?” Maki-san asks, sitting cautiously but clearly between my legs. She could maximize distance but chooses not to.

Unlike the flowing pool’s goggles-like float, this one doesn’t fix positions, so her body is close.

Other groups are all women, and we might be noticed. Still, to me, a mixed couple fits the waterslide vibe.

“Here we go! It starts gentle, but don’t let your guard down!” the attendant sister says, pushing our boat. It glides like a bobsled, slow at first, letting us take in the area.

“It’s slow, huh… But it’ll speed up, right…?” Maki-san says, glancing back. She mentioned not liking thrill rides, so I wonder how she feels.

“…You okay?”

“…Yeah. Way less scary than roller coasters, and, um…” she trails off, looking down.

“…Being with you, Sato-kun, like this… I’m more nervous about that, um…!”

Her words and blushing face make my heart skip.

As her face reddens, a jolt shifts our angle.

“Ah, i-it’s speeding up, kya!” Maki-san exclaims.

Our seated positions shift with the boat’s angle. As the attendant said, the second half is a fast, speed-focused slide. The course, semi-circular for views earlier, is now fully enclosed, amplifying the speed sensation.

“H-Hast!” I blurt. It’s not terrifying, but the fun exceeds my expectations.

More than that, Maki-san’s body leaning back toward me grabs my attention.

“Kya, s-sorry, Sato-kun, I’m putting weight on you!” she says.

Her shift makes her lean into me, increasing our closeness. Slightly shorter, she feels almost cradled.

“I’m fine!” I say, but her large butt pressing against my crotch is obvious. I avoided masturbating yesterday, so I’m slightly hard.

Was a slide ever this emotionally intense? As I think this, Maki-san gasps, “Ah!” nearly losing balance on the boat.

At least, that’s how it looks. Thinking it’s dangerous, I instinctively pull her close, wrapping my arms around her stomach.

“Hya! N-No, uh, th-thanks, but…!” she exclaims.

As her voice rings, light floods in, and a large pool appears—the landing pool. We splash down.

Unable to process the sudden shift, I’m still holding Maki-san’s stomach, sliding into the shallow pool.

With a munyu, my hands feel soft fabric-covered flesh.

Maki-san’s brief “Ah” registers at some point. I realize I messed up.

Even if she was off-balance, I grabbed her suddenly and, with the landing impact, ended up gripping her chest hard.

It was soft—not the time for that thought. Seconds later, Maki-san surfaces. Seeing me, she murmurs, “Ah, u-uh…” and I bow.

“Sorry, Maki-san, I grabbed… too hard. Did it hurt?” I say, my words halting since “groped” feels too blunt, though it’s not the time to care.

“N-No! I-I probably lost balance before landing, so you supported me, right… It didn’t hurt, really, I should thank you, uh, n-not that…!” Maki-san says, grasping my intent and framing it as an accident. But being thanked stirs odd feelings I need to shake off.

“…No, I should be the one sorry, you should be mad. Th-Thanks for forgiving me…” I say, earnestly meeting her eyes. I fear how staring is perceived, but with Maki-san, I feel it’s okay.

“…Haa, no, I’m the one…” she murmurs softly.

“Hey, you two, time to come up! Next group’s coming!” Asagi-san calls from the poolside.

“Come here!” she adds, in her swimsuit, having watched our landing. She might’ve seen my blunder, being the type to notice such things.

“Y-Yeah, we should go, right?” Maki-san says.

“…Yeah,” I reply.

We glance at each other, then swim quickly. Asagi-san’s expression, growing clearer, holds no anger.

“Fufu, you two were pretty close at the end, huh?” she says, smiling contentedly. Anger doesn’t suit her, and I must never cause it.

“But now it’s my turn with Shun-kun, so Maki, wait below, okay?” Asagi-san says, grabbing my arm and pointing to the stairs. Maki-san, blushing with “Y-You saw…,” is watched fondly by Asagi-san beside me.

Chapter 118: The Slide Again, and Curry Rice

“Pretty high climb, huh? But we’re almost there.”

Together with Asagi-san, I reach the top of the same staircase.

Along the way, she walked ahead, holding my hand the entire time. The stairs are too narrow to walk side by side, and right after starting, she suggested, “Wanna hold hands?”

Leading me forward, she occasionally glanced back, seemingly adjusting her pace. I know I’m passive, but I can’t seem to take the lead with my lover.

Even from behind, her feminine back and healthy thighs peeking from her skirt-like swimsuit keep my gaze wandering. In this short time, I’m captivated by her. If someone said it’s always like this, I’d have no defense.

Regardless, holding hands front-to-back, we reach the starting point and join the short line.

I start worrying what others think of us casually holding hands in public. But seeing Asagi-san’s joyful expression, it feels trivial.

“Looks like we’ll go soon. I’m getting a bit nervous.”

“…Yeah, me too.”

During these small exchanges, our turn arrives quickly. Receiving the same colored float-boat, I belatedly notice they’re transported back up by conveyor after being returned below.

The same attendant sister from before might think I’m back with another girl already. But whether it’s professionalism or lack of interest, she shows no reaction.

“Then, please sit front and back.”

No time to dwell on that. Asagi-san replies, “Okay!” and we take our planned positions: her in front, me behind.

She seemed to ponder, “Hm, which way?” on the way up but chose the same style as Maki-san. Naturally, she slips right into my space.

Her casual ease throws my senses off. Her healthy skin is so close, the bikini’s back straps digging in, fully visible.

“Hehe! ♡ Oh, sister, we’re both ready!”

Smiling, she tells the attendant, and our boat is pushed. “Have fun!” is the last we hear before entering a two-person world.

Even with the outside visible, these few minutes feel like just us.

“Wow, we can still see outside, but the ground’s pretty far.”

Gazing out, Asagi-san says this, quickly closing the distance, pressing her back against me. Half-turning, she grins, checking on me.

“It shouldn’t speed up yet, so this vibe’s nice for now! ♡”

Earlier than with Maki-san, her butt touches my crotch. Unfazed, she stays close, even asking, “You okay?” when I should be the one asking.

Her expression, with big, sparkling eyes that grip a man’s heart, pierces me. Trying to meet her gaze, my eyes likely waver.

“Swimsuits feel different from usual, don’t they?”

“Y-Yeah, maybe…”

During our talk, her cleavage is fully visible from behind. The central line hints at her growing chest, an inappropriate place for my eyes.

“…But we’re so close again, Shun-kun.”

Her cleavage, dazzling thighs, and cute smile—all so alluring, my cock can’t stay calm, stirring slightly.

I have to hold back. Pressing an erect cock against her during a daytime date is far from wholesome.

“By the way, you were super close with Maki at the end, right? Looked like you had your arms around her stomach.”

Her words threaten to crumble my shaky resolve. She asks with genuine curiosity.

Adding, “I’ve got pretty good dynamic vision. Helps in basketball,” she waits for my response. She saw me holding Maki-san’s stomach, clear from her earlier comment.

“…Yeah, I was supporting her. She seemed about to lose balance.”

It might sound like an excuse, and I feel anxious.

But her next words overwrite that.

“Hmm, got it… Well, it’s about to speed up, so maybe I’ll get some support too?”

Straightforwardly, as always in dates or sex, she prompts me. Tapping her stomach, she says, “Here’s good if you’re okay, Shun-kun! ♡” as the course nears its fast section.

I can’t refuse.

With Maki-san, it was instinctive, but reaching for a girl’s stomach is normally overstepping for me.

Yet, when Asagi-san wants it, I act. As the slide jolts with a clunk, I say, “Y-Yeah!” and hold her.

“Ah, wow, this, kya, kyaaa!”

Confirming my hold, our boat speeds up. All I can do is keep her secure, ensuring no injuries.

“Whoa, it’s fast, faster than I thought, but you’re holding me, Shun-kun, ah, kya!”

Maybe 80% through, my hold might seem forceful, but I can’t loosen it without her refusal.

The course is nearing its end. Our closeness will soon end too.

“It’s fast, but I’m kinda getting used to it, right, Shun-kun?”

“If you want, you can touch the same place as Maki, Shun-kun… ♡”

It takes three seconds to process her words.

The same place as Maki-san—her soft breasts. By the time I grasp it, we’re at the final point, the visible goal.

“Ah, already the end, too bad, wap!”

We slide off the float, slowed by the pool’s water. It’s not deep enough to drown, and regaining balance is quick. A second later, Asagi-san surfaces.

“…Puha, haa, fufu, Shun-kun!”

Post-slide, facing her, my face likely heats up. She saw my blunder with Maki-san, grabbing her chest.

“I got a bit selfish at the end.”

Her wet pigtails gleam, water droplets on her shoulders like accessories.

Her calling it selfish to want me to grab her chest, like with Maki-san, is worlds apart from my common sense.

“N-No, I’m the one, that’s more selfish…”

My blunt honesty shows I can’t strategize in conversation.

“Selfish, huh… ♡ You can say stuff like that, Shun-kun, like a guy from another world.”

Steps ahead, she grabs my right hand in the water with both of hers, squeezing. Her “another world” comment startles me differently.

“I saw Maki getting held tight for a moment, so I thought I’d ask too. But it’s tough now, with Maki and our moms watching.”

The conversation moves on, her earlier words intensely erotic, followed by noting Maki-san, Kurumi-san, and Mai-san watching us. Looking at the poolside, the three observe us.

“Hey, sorry, coming now, wait a sec!” Asagi-san calls loudly to them, still holding my hand, creating an odd situation.

“…Ugh, sorry for being so selfish.”

As if she’s ever been selfish.

Tilting her head, I reply, “…No, it’s totally fine.” It’s vague, but I’m not the guy to suddenly say, “I’d touch you anytime.”

“Ehehe, I gotta be grateful you say that.”

Looking briefly away, she says, “Let’s go to the others!”

Her overwhelming affection feels too much for me. If men here avoid deep intimacy, that’s terrifying.

Nodding, I wonder if I deserve this, a thought unchanged these months.

※

On land, the three await us. Kurumi-san teases, “You looked like you were having fun, Asagi, grinning the whole time.”

“Ugh, even Mom noticed? But it’s not something to hide.”

“No helping it. As long as you’re happy.”

Their exchange shows their good relationship. I’m nervous they overheard us, though.

Mai-san grins at Asagi-san’s words, while Maki-san murmurs, “Asagi, so bold…” The warm atmosphere is too sweet to sum up simply.

By looks, I’m the odd one out, yet they center me.

“But it’s about lunchtime. Shall we take a break? Let’s eat at the food court. I want curry.”

“Oh, shaved ice! It’s supposed to be good here, but I’m hungry, so maybe curry too.”

Time moves on, and at Kurumi-san’s suggestion, we dry off and head out. Like before, Kurumi-san and Mai-san flank us, but now Asagi-san clings to my left arm from the start.

“Maki, you should too, right?”

Like in the car, Asagi-san prompts. Maki-san, seeing our linked arms, says, “Ah, r-really?”

Thus, Asagi-san and Maki-san form a luxurious sandwich. Asagi-san’s tight grip and Maki-san’s softer hold, with her massive breasts, give me swimsuit-clad sensations on both sides.

This could get me killed by men in my old world. But here, such glares don’t come. Men’s gazes are rare at the pool.

Not zero—four men in their late 20s, maybe a group, passed us, fully covered. Their looks were curious, like seeing something odd.

“Felt like they saw something rare,” Kurumi-san later says, echoing me. She might’ve noticed my concern.

Those men wore skin-hiding clothes, unlike me, highlighting our differences.

“But if it’s what you enjoy, Shun-kun, don’t worry. It’ll make everyone happier,” Kurumi-san says, easing my nerves. I can’t let others’ gazes shake me. Their looks were curiosity, not malice, I sensed quickly.

Receiving strangers’ gazes shapes my sense of this world. I’d never think I’m better, but small updates are possible.

“Fufu, yeah, you having fun is what matters most.”

“Y-Yeah…”

Trying to suppress an erection amid the arm-clinging sensations.

※

At the food court, we order summer foods like yakisoba and corn, sharing them at a table, mainly me and my two lovers.

“Mmm! This curry’s so good!”

“R-Really, way better than I expected…!”

Kurumi-san’s recommended curry, pricier but worth it, makes me say, “…Delicious” after one bite.

“It’s based on the hotel’s curry. Simple but tasty, so I always eat it here,” Kurumi-san says, eating hers. Beside her, Mai-san munches a frankfurter.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll try it too,” she says with her mouth full.

“Mai, that’s bad manners in front of kids,” Kurumi-san chides.

Their banter, from years of friendship, is light. But I wish Mai-san wouldn’t talk with a frankfurter in her mouth. It’s cliché, but it creates an unwholesome daytime vibe.

Like Maki-san, she’s beautiful. In this world, she might not notice my stray thoughts.

I need to stop thinking.

“Asagi, what’s next?”

“Well, shaved ice first, then maybe the upper floor. That garden area where we can relax.”

Thankfully, Asagi-san and Kurumi-san’s talk shifts my focus. I recall the rooftop garden on the fifth floor has shallow water for walking and various soaking tubs.

“Oh, that area. We’ll come too,” Kurumi-san starts, but Mai-san cuts in.

“Now, Kurumi-chan, you said you wanted to swim. I’ll go upstairs with them, so swim first.”

Mai-san’s right—Kurumi-san came to swim. As our chaperone, she deserves free time, or my earlier thanks wouldn’t align.

“Mom, it’s fine to go swim,” Asagi-san agrees, and Kurumi-san leans toward enjoying herself, saying, “Well, maybe.”

I should speak now.

“Y-Yes! I think so too…!”

My sudden outburst draws eyes. It’s a plain comment, but timing it takes effort.

I’m not used to attention, but I trust everyone here is kind.

“If Shun-kun says so, maybe it’s fine. Too much coddling isn’t good, and you’re all having fun. Mai-chan’s here too,” Kurumi-san says.

“One to talk about ‘too.’ I’ll act like a proper guardian if needed,” Mai-san retorts.

“When you said you wanted a drink while they slid, I was floored. What about the backup driver?” Kurumi-san quips.

“Fufu, what’s that?” Mai-san deflects, looking away.

Their understanding shines through. “Well, if you say so, I’ll swim. Gotta take the sentiment,” Kurumi-san says, grabbing her bag and unzipping her hoodie. My gaze shifts, and she notices, saying, “Oh, sorry, Shun-kun.”

“Undressing in front of you might bother you. Since you’re fine with Asagi, my sense got skewed.”

Re-draping her hoodie, I say, “N-No, I’m fine, it’s not weird.”

I glimpsed a one-piece or competitive swimsuit. Should I push that thought away?

“Fufu, right, you’re enjoying this, so maybe you don’t mind,” Kurumi-san smiles, making me nervous. Her smile, reminiscent of Asagi-san’s, and our limited talks add to it.

“Thanks, Shun-kun. I’ll spend an hour at the third-floor indoor pool. Mai, take care of them!”

With minimal luggage, she waves and heads to the 25m pool area. I’m glad she can enjoy herself.

“Alright, Kurumi-chan asked, so let’s head to the garden? Fifth floor, right?” Mai-san says.

“Uh, it’s the fifth, actually…” Maki-san cautiously corrects.

“Oh, sorry, my bad,” Mai-san says, their cliché exchange creating a fluffy atmosphere.

Chapter 119: The Watery Walkway, The Bench on the Path

The fifth floor, resembling a rooftop garden, has a shallow pool-like walkway, evoking a summer stroll. Beyond that, there are bath-like soaking areas, making it a place for relaxation.

It’s cloudy today, but the outdoor temperature is just right. Stepping onto the walkway with everyone, testing the water while standing, I feel this way.

※

“Fuu, if it’s like this to walk in, maybe I’ll try it too. Sorry to Kurumi-chan, but she’ll join us later, right?”

Even so, with Mai-san curiously eyeing the water, I’m surrounded by a beautiful girl and a stunning woman, so it’s not just a calm event. Mai-san still wears her hoodie, but to me, her bare legs below the thighs are already striking.

“By the way, Mai-san, aren’t you wearing a swimsuit today? You haven’t taken off your hoodie yet.”

Yet Asagi-san asks such a question, making me flinch while standing. I start to wonder why she’d ask, but on second thought, it’s a pool, so maybe it’s normal.

“Oh, I’m wearing one. But I’m not great at swimming, and I prefer watching everyone slowly.”

“I remember you said you don’t have much swimming experience…”

Maki-san adds to her mother’s response.

“That’s right. I’ve always been tall, so even in school, my arms and legs flailed. Also, with Shun-kun here, I thought I’d be careful about undressing, but from what Kurumi-chan said earlier, it seems okay.”

Indeed, Mai-san is tall for a woman, my gaze tilting upward. I don’t recall average female heights from my old world, but older women here often seem tall.

Plus, with Mai-san, my eyes risk drifting to her chest. The massive swell under her hoodie reminds me she’s Maki-san’s mother.

But I need to address the latter part of her comment.

“…Mai-san, uh, I’m fine. It might sound weird, but please don’t worry too much.”

My words risk sounding like a lecherous man’s. I couldn’t have crafted a perfect response since talking with Kurumi-san, and I’m undeniably lustful, but saying something is better than nothing.

“Ufufu, Shun-kun, you say such thrilling things.”

“Mom, your tone…!”

Another mother-daughter exchange unfolds. Meanwhile, Asagi-san laughs, “Eh, Maki, I think it’s fine?” and I’m at a loss for what expression to wear.

“Well, it’s not a great swimsuit, so I’ll stay like this. But since we’re here, I’ll walk a bit. I’ll step out at a good point and wait at a table.”

“Is that okay?” Mai-san confirms, and Asagi-san quickly says, “Of course!” I nod too. Knowing she’s wearing a swimsuit under the hoodie is already heart-stopping, so I’m slightly relieved she’s keeping it on.

“Haaa… I’m fine with it, but this feels like a rare situation…”

Maki-san’s muttered words ring true. Even without Kurumi-san, walking by the water with my lover and her mother—three people—feels unique to both my and Maki-san’s perspectives.

※

“Oh, there are side paths everywhere. And so many flowers blooming, it’s calming.”

“It’s nice, right? Walking in nature, dressed differently, feels freeing.”

Mai-san and Asagi-san lead, with me and Maki-san following, moving forward in this setup. Their effortless conversation showcases communication skills I can’t match.

“Right, this vibe is rare. Don’t you think, Shun-kun?”

“Uh, y-yeah, it’s cool and just right, I think.”

But Maki-san and I aren’t left out; the four of us keep the conversation flowing.

“Exactly! Kicking the water like this!”

Asagi-san kicks the water with one foot, but her kindness truly includes me in the circle.

Gentle conversation, yet my two lovers in bikini swimsuits remind me this is no ordinary day.

Asagi-san, turning to talk, flaunts her firm, healthy chest. Maki-san beside me, despite more fabric, has her soft chest packed in, nearly spilling. Both relentlessly steal my gaze. Knowing their nipple positions, I’d get aroused if I let my guard down.

All day it’s been like this, but their casual skin exposure, unbothered by my stares and even welcoming closeness, is a miracle.

As I think this, Mai-san says, “Ara,” turning to us as if recalling something.

“We’ve walked a lot together. You three must want some alone time, sorry.”

We’ve indeed walked far as four; the starting point is out of sight, though I have no clock.

“Eh, Mai-san, is that okay?”

“Of course. Today’s about you three enjoying a tough-to-visit pool. So walk on, sit somewhere, and take it slow.”

To Asagi-san, Mai-san adds to Maki-san, “Maki-chan, with Asagi-chan, take it easy… right?” with a suggestive tone. My improper thoughts stem from our past interactions.

“Fue, ah, r-really…?”

“That’s right, Maki. Since Mai-san says so, let’s indulge with Mom.”

Asagi-san sets the mood for us three to walk. Maki-san gets pulled along, and naturally, I want to embrace this lavish offer.

“Look, I’ll be at a table by the entrance, so talk deeply. If you’re too slow, I’ll fetch you, but I’m not that tactless, ufufu.”

Mai-san’s cheerful smile seals it. We bow slightly, and with Asagi-san’s “Thank you! Let’s go, you two!” we venture deeper.

“Uuu… Mom’s definitely thinking like a manga…”

Maki-san’s murmur likely refers to Mai-san’s shoujo manga-like mindset, something she mentioned before. In this world, the line between shoujo and women’s manga seems blurred, slightly different from my old world’s “shoujo manga” image.

Such thoughts about this world halt abruptly.

“Well, I’m sticking close again!”

A bit further, Asagi-san clings tightly to my arm. Her soft upper body and beaming gaze revive my improper feelings.

With two lovers so close, my thoughts are irrelevant. My left arm, always claimed by Asagi-san, drowns in sensations I’d never shake off.

But it doesn’t stop there.

“U-Uuu… S-Sato-kun, is it okay…?”

Further on, likely out of Mai-san’s sight, Maki-san asks.

Nodding to say it’s fine, my free right arm feels her soft, massive G-cup breasts pressing in, visible from above, accelerating my heart visually.

“Hehe! ♡ Then I’ll get even closer! ♡”

Asagi-san, watching, presses harder. At a distance just shy of hindering walking, her C-cup breasts, balancing softness and firmness, melt my thoughts.

Lovers’ intimacy, bright actions, shouldn’t involve erections or lust, I tell myself.

※

I’m still holding back. We walk slowly, never breaking contact, veering onto a side path. Several such paths lead to rest benches.

“Phew, wanna rest before heading back?”

With her suggestion, Maki-san and I agree, and we sit. The water below stays cool, but the deep chair feels slightly warm.

“We walked a lot, huh? You two tired?”

Asagi-san’s kindness never wanes. When Maki-san and I say we’re fine, she says, “Hehe, good,” stretching backward. Her slightly jiggling chest draws my gaze, sparking mild self-loathing.

“Mmm, playing like this is great, right? Different from just girl friends.”

My self-loathing stays light because she smiles warmly at me.

Then she tosses me a question.

“Shun-kun, again, what do you think of my swimsuit?”

I gave my thoughts after changing, but she seeks more.

Before I ponder her intent, she elaborates.

“I thought you’d like it, so I made the chest part showy. I can’t beat Maki, but see, I’ve got cleavage too.”

Squeezing her chest, her slightly impish expression knows I love her breasts best.

“Mom was around earlier, so it was hard to ask, but about that… what do you think? Fufu! ♡”

With no one else around, it’s a bold question. She’s asking my thoughts on her cleavage up close.

Crafting a witty response, finding clever words, hiding emotions—all collapse under her sweet question and smile.

“…Honestly, I was staring a lot. Your swimsuit’s cute and suits you, and, uh, the open chest… it’s really, g-great…!”

Under her soft gaze, I can’t hide, and creepy feelings spill out. Yet I think she wants my raw reaction.

“Yay! I felt your stares, so I figured, but hearing it makes me glad I chose this! ♡”

Blushing, kicking water with her feet, I can’t win. Knowing she picked it expecting my lustful gaze, my emotions amplify.

“It’s nothing new for you, seeing everything, but I asked Kurokawa-san and Ibuki-san about size and design to not lose to Maki. If it looks good, I’m happy! ♡”

Her genuine joy and effort for me make her so earnest and lovable. What can I offer in return?

“What about Maki? I helped pick hers too, and I think you were looking at her!”

Her words turn my face to Maki-san.

“Ah, I-I, compared to Asagi…”

Hands on her knees, Maki-san glances at me, her words hinting at self-doubt.

To me, like Asagi-san, her swimsuit is stunningly erotic.

“…No, Maki-san, you’re beautiful… And your chest, so big, it makes my heart race every time. Your figure’s amazing, it suits you so much, and I think you’re super, c-cute!”

God, just a pervert’s comment. Honesty makes it this way, but their expectant looks draw it out.

“…S-Such, cute…!? B-But you really looked at me, and praised my chest again… Uuu…”

Her voice fading, she lifts her swimsuit-covered chest, emphasizing its softness spilling out, drawing my incorrigible gaze.

“Ah, y-you looked from the side too…”

“Fufun, I told you, Maki, Shun-kun would say stuff like this!”

Maki-san catches my lustful thoughts, and Asagi-san rests her head on my shoulder, laughing, “Ehehe! ♡” At this angle, her cleavage is clear, piling on sexual stimuli.

It’s so overwhelmingly fortunate, it’s almost scary. That feeling likely shows in my expression.

“…Shun-kun, you look a bit anxious?”

Still leaning on me, Asagi-san spots it before I do.

“…Yeah, I feel too blessed, wondering if it’s okay.”

Saying this might be pathetic, and I should be bold. I start to hate myself for it.

But Asagi-san says, “No, we’re the blessed ones,” and Maki-san nods beside me.

“We’re here because Maki and I want to be with you, and seeing you excited by us keeps us thrilled! ♡”

“Y-Yeah, I’m not super confident, but if you look, Sato-kun, I’m okay with you, always…!”

Maki-san saying it’s fine with me likely stems from my possessive feelings. Normally, being monopolized by a guy like me, dating multiple people, might be unpleasant.

“…You both, I’m really happy, and always… so grateful for you saying that.”

They listen to my reply earnestly, straight on.

“But I worry if I keep staring too much, you’ll hate me.”

“Eh, no way! You can stare anytime, Shun-kun. Feeling your gaze, knowing you’re thinking something about me, makes my heart flutter!”

I think cute, kind, erotic about Asagi-san—many things. If they all make her flutter, a mistake could be trouble. If she finds it unpleasant, it’s over.

“…Is it really okay…?”

“Yeah, look as much as you want! I think you should feel possessive about us. Yukari-san and Yuki-chan probably feel the same, but Maki and I definitely love it! ♡”

Squashing my negativity, she asks, “Right, Maki?” blushing slightly. Maki-san’s “Eh, ah, y-yeah, we love it…” follows, and Asagi-san pushes further.

“So, when we’re sitting like this—”

She pats her free hip.

“If you’re okay, Shun-kun, try pulling Maki and me close by our waists. Start with the form, hehe! ♡”

Too bold, I think. Only a confident, gutsy guy could do that.

But naturally, I don’t dislike it.

It risks a lewd atmosphere, but I tell myself it’s a wholesome pool date. I can’t dismiss what Asagi-san said.

“…Okay, got it.”

I wrap my arm around Asagi-san’s waist first, carefully holding her smooth skin. Slowly, cautiously, but my waiting lover keeps her expectant look.

“Fufu, hehe, now Maki’s turn.”

Blushing, Asagi-san prompts, and Maki-san squeaks, “Hya, h-hai!” Checking her, I see her ears red but nodding slightly.

Building courage, I wrap my right arm around Maki-san’s waist, feeling her softness as I hold her.

“Ah, haaa… M-My stomach, my flab, what do I do…!”

Maki-san’s voice startles me, but I need to keep courage flowing. Exhaling, I pull both closer slightly harder.

“Ah, nn, ehehe! ♡ This feels so good! ♡”

“Uuu, this is, so thrilling…”

Pulling them close brings their faces nearer, their breasts and skin the closest today.

I shouldn’t get anxious, so I add more strength. Worries about being forceful or disliked are shaken off by their words.

“Shun-kun, a bit more… ♡”

Asagi-san, slightly off-balance, touches my hip, creating a decadent vibe despite the swimsuit. Maki-san’s squishy feel screams overwhelming eroticism any man would crave, leaving me lost on where to look or feel.

“Haha, seeing that face is too much… I wanna ask you something, Shun-kun.”

Asagi-san catches my searching gaze. Understanding she wants to ask, I say, “…Anything, it’s fine.”

“Really?”

I nod, a familiar exchange.

“When Maki and I were changing, we took swimsuit selfies. I wanna give them to you, Shun-kun.”

Imagining their swimsuit selfies, I know they’d be irresistibly cute. Asagi-san said her non-waterproof phone is in the locker, and Kurumi-san’s phone would take pool photos.

“Y-Yeah, I’d love them, but…”

“Really? Awesome! Then, Maki, about what we talked about?”

“Ah, y-yeah.”

I sense giving me photos isn’t the end. I brace for her next words.

“I want you to use them… as fap material, we talked about while changing. So, use them anytime, Shun-kun… ♡”

My body shudders. Her words leap past my defenses, teaching me again how she surpasses expectations.

Chapter 120: The Proposal at the Bench and the Way Back

I can’t help but glance around.

Asagi-san tilts her head slightly, waiting for my response.

There were probably people on the main walkway, but she might’ve timed it so only we could hear.

“Recently, I haven’t sent you much of that stuff, Shun-kun. If you liked our swimsuits, I thought I’d ask. Maki was like, ‘It’s fine without me,’ but from our talk, it feels better with both of us.”

Asagi-san elaborates, her cheeks slightly flushed, her expectant expression unchanged.

Like when she sent selfies before, she doesn’t see my masturbation as negative and wants to be its focus.

“I said earlier, it doesn’t have to be today. If you’re okay with us sending them, we’ll wait forever! Whenever you feel like it, Shun-kun! ♡”

“…Y-Yeah, um, I really think that’d be nice, but even just Asagi’s fine, so you don’t have to push yourself…”

Asagi-san’s follow-up is joined by a soft voice from the other side.

Turning, I see Maki-san, who noticed my gaze and quickly looked down, though she’s sneaking glances.

Being told by them it’s okay to jerk off to their swimsuit photos sends shivers down my spine, no matter how much sex we’ve had.

I can’t dislike it.

If I voice it, the promise will be sealed.

Asagi-san keeps her smile, Maki-san still looks down.

In the middle, I have no reason to refuse their request.

Taking a breath, I respond.

“…No, it’s fine, so, tonight, when I do it, can I use your photos…?”

Without this context, it’d be outrageous.

But our illicit talk lets Asagi-san show joy.

“Really!”

Maki-san, saying:

“My photos too…?”

slowly lifts her face.

Nodding further, Maki-san’s face turns as red as when I pulled her close.

“Hehehe, it’s fine anytime, Shun-kun, but if you use them right away, I’m super thrilled! ♡”

Asagi-san’s words confirm I’ll use them as material, turning my selfish act into their happiness, heightening my excitement.

“Ugh, I’ll never beat you, Shun-kun. You always top us, making us flutter so fast, my common sense might be breaking.”

Stretching upward, Asagi-san laughs.

“Ehehe! ♡”

and turns to me.

“I feel like I’ll do it a lot tonight, thinking of you, Shun-kun.”

Her bold words don’t stop, assuming I’ll be thrilled.

A beauty like her saying this is pure aphrodisiac for me.

“Asagi, you’re getting out of control… It’s heading somewhere bad…”

“Yeah, maybe we’re leaking too much for daytime. Mai-san’s waiting, and Maki’s right.”

This could’ve veered dangerous.

With Kurumi-san and Mai-san here, my exploding lust would cause trouble.

I’m desperately suppressing an erection.

But I’m half-hard.

Through the swimsuit, it might be noticeable if stared at.

“Plus, other guests are coming this way, so should we head back?”

Listening, I hear faint voices.

Maki-san murmurs:

“Wasn’t that dangerous…!”

and our talk ends.

Asagi-san points, suggesting we return, and I feel relieved.

Tonight’s masturbation will be pleasure-soaked, but now I need to calm my erection.

Despite being with them, I’m excited for photos.

Is that contradictory?

Why am I so thrilled to jerk off to them?

“When we get home, I’ll send the photos to our group chat, Shun-kun! ♡”

Asagi-san, standing, says this, sparking my questions.

※

After the long bench promise, we walk the pathway together.

Back on the main path, we’re not clinging, adjusting our paces.

Still, Asagi-san’s full chest sways with each water kick, and Maki-san’s massive breasts jiggle at slight steps, far from calm.

Walking separately makes their soft breasts’ movements clearer.

Even here, my erotic fantasies swell, and material for fapping grows.

I tell myself to endure, to hold back.

We talk as three, returning to the starting point.

“You’re back! Heard you were strolling cozily, so I got caught up chatting with Mai-chan.”

At a nearby table, Kurumi-san, back from the flat pool area, speaks.

Pointing to a clock, she shows we walked over 30 minutes.

“I swam hard, and you’re still not back—really shows how close you are.”

Laughing, Kurumi-san prompts me to bow slightly.

But her hoodie is open, revealing the blue swimsuit I glimpsed earlier.

It’s more fitness or gym-like.

Did my words make her feel she doesn’t need to mind me?

I feel she prioritized my words over this world’s norms, making me a bit happy.

It could just be comfier, so it’s too soon to be smug.

Staring isn’t good, especially with my two “promised” lovers beside me.

“Ufufu, you three seemed to have a deep talk… Oh, Maki-chan, don’t look away.”

Mai-san, at the next seat, rests her arms on the table, watching us.

Her gentle, amused gaze is still in her hoodie, which I should be grateful for.

“Ugh, Mom…!”

Maki-san, cheeks flushed, cries out.

Including Asagi-san, we’ve stopped clinging but still walk side by side.

Kurumi-san and Mai-san likely noticed.

“Okay, enough of that. I checked what Asagi mentioned—staff can take photos with your camera.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is.”

“There’s a paid photo booth with a pro photographer and frames. Otherwise, it’s like any amusement park. Honestly, wanting me and Mai-chan in the photo too.”

Kurumi-san and Asagi-san discuss the group photo we mentioned earlier.

The pamphlet noted a paid photographer service, so we wondered about staff taking it.

“Since we’re here, I want us all in it. Can staff use Mom’s phone?”

Talking this far, Asagi-san checks with us.

“Maki, Shun-kun, that okay?”

“…Yeah, I’m totally fine.”

“Me too…”

Seeing our agreement, Kurumi-san sighs slightly.

“Geez, I was gonna let you three take it alone, but if you say so.”

Kurumi-san calls a staff member, and we end up posing for a five-person photo by a wall.

The female staff has us stand close.

I’m centered, gently guided by Asagi-san and Maki-san, with Kurumi-san and Mai-san at the ends.

“Here we go!”

The staff, briefly surprised by my closeness to Asagi-san, doesn’t linger.

Thus, our five-person photo is saved on Kurumi-san’s phone.

Even in a group, I’m surprised I don’t mind being photographed.

When Asagi-san made a peace sign, I followed, a change in me.

But I bet it’s an awkward peace sign and a clumsy smile.

“Thanks!”

Kurumi-san’s voice sees the staff off.

“Mom, send it to me later. I’ll share it with Shun-kun and Maki!”

I hope the photo isn’t a disaster.

※

After, we soak in a jacuzzi-like area and race in the competitive pool Kurumi-san used.

Among me, Asagi-san, and Maki-san, Asagi-san’s fastest.

I’m glad my body moves better than expected, but I’m no prodigy.

“Hehe, first place!”

“Haa, Asagi, no way I could win…”

It’s not intense, so we play in a relaxed vibe.

But their chests jiggling when emerging from water—I can’t get used to.

I’m too weak to breasts.

Playing various spots, time flies.

Near evening, Kurumi-san says:

“Time to think about heading back.”

Our pool date nears its end.

“Phew, over four hours, I feel beat. Maki was tired partway too. I went all out!”

“…Asagi suggested rests, so it’s better, but I feel I exercised for days…”

Compared to Asagi-san, who moves daily in basketball, Maki-san and I tire faster.

Knowing this, Asagi-san included bench breaks.

So it’s just pleasant fatigue.

This active fun was unthinkable in my old world.

“I ate so much, my stomach’s full. Fufu, might gain weight.”

Patting her hoodie-covered stomach, Mai-san looks satisfied.

“Mai-chan, I saw you sneak a churro.”

“It wasn’t one, but two. Cinnamon and pineapple.”

Looking, I see churro wrappers in the trash.

When did she eat those?

I’m relieved she enjoyed herself.

“…Yeah, I had a lot of fun, so I’m fine.”

Asagi-san grins broadly.

Maki-san looks down.

Mai-san, hand on cheek, murmurs:

“Nice, as expected.”

Kurumi-san suggests:

“Then let’s head to the changing rooms! But first, Mai, treat us to churros.”

“Fufu, my part-time pay was good this month, so that’s fine.”

We munch churros while walking to the changing rooms.

Maki-san seems embarrassed that Mai-san bought a third, likely loving pineapple.

The dense, sweet half-day, atmosphere included, heads to its close.

At the gendered changing room doors, we part briefly.

“Shun-kun, take your time changing. We’ll wait on the other side.”

I nod to Kurumi-san’s words.

Asagi-san gives me a strong look.

The ticklishness of her stare and tension from her beautiful eyes mix.

“Got your swimsuit burned into my eyes! ♡”

Her playful tone makes me clench my fist.

Unsure if she noticed, she says:

“See you soon!”

waving cutely to see me off.

I’ll never get used to her boldness.

It’s not bad, but I question my manhood.

Exhaling, I pass through the door.

Few men are changing, so my locker area is spacious.

A machine for wringing out wet swimsuits surprises and helps.

Did my old world have this?

Maybe I didn’t know.

I change, though Kurumi-san said to take my time.

Lingering isn’t good.

Changing at the edge, I recall today.

More, I think of receiving their photos tonight.

My exposed cock rising is due to that.

Just an easy erection.

※

“Kurumi-chan’s car has a great nav system, so reassuring. Better than a rental’s.”

“…It’s mostly highway, so does it matter?”

On the way back, Mai-san drives.

She’s driven this car a few times, so she’s taking over for Kurumi-san, who swam a lot.

“Driving as promised helps. I swam more than expected.”

“Ufufu, leave it to me. Safe and slow.”

“…Too slow on the highway’s bad, though.”

“Your logic stings, Kurumi-chan.”

Their banter makes me chuckle.

Mai-san, likely hearing, says:

“Making Shun-kun laugh is nice.”

Not feeling mocked for laughing, I’m grateful.

“But look, some are quiet, so maybe slow and calm is better?”

She refers to Asagi-san, on my left.

Since earlier, she’s leaned toward me, breathing:

“…Suu, fuu, nn…”

sleepily.

Early in the drive, Asagi-san said:

“Ugh, kinda sleepy…”

By mid-journey, she’s like this.

I briefly thought my boring talk put her to sleep.

“Asagi’s always gotten sleepy after swimming a lot since she was little. I’ve carried her to the car after pool trips.”

Kurumi-san’s explanation eases my worry.

Wearing her seatbelt, she leans fully toward me, sleeping.

I just accept it.

“Asagi, sleeping with such a happy face. Makes it hard for Shun-kun to move, geez.”

Kurumi-san, concerned from the passenger seat, asks:

“You okay?”

Her question draws my raw feelings.

“…Yeah, I feel like she trusts me, letting her guard down. So, I’m grateful.”

You can’t lean on a stranger in a train.

Sleeping against someone isn’t small.

That’s true in any world.

Even with heart-pounding moments, I feel she’s showing me this trust.

I hope it’s not arrogance.

“Hoo, I see, that’s your take. I’m starting to get you.”

“Ufufu, same here. Maki-chan probably knew.”

Kurumi-san and Mai-san understand my thoughts.

That’s grateful, but Maki-san, beside me, shivers.

Since reuniting after changing, she’s been quieter, worrying me.

She might have some issue with me.

“Shun-kun’s saying he’s grateful, so it’s fine, right?”

Mai-san, not turning while driving, aims her words at Maki-san.

“…I-Is it okay for me too, Sato-kun?”

“If you’re okay with it, Maki-san… I’m happy.”

I slip into polite speech.

If Maki-san wants it, it should happen.

“…Uuu, g-got it… Then, I’ll do it…”

Murmuring, she tilts her head slowly.

Thus, Asagi-san, sleeping soundly against me, and Maki-san, blushing and leaning slightly, create a lavish situation.

Did something bother her while changing?

Should I ask?

Their front-seat banter makes me miss the timing.

Her leaning suggests she’s not upset with me.

At least, I think so “now.”

Asagi-san shows no sign of waking.

The situation won’t change.

About 60% through the return, not erotic, my heart sways.

Asagi-san’s unguarded sleeping form and Maki-san’s shy pose are both equally close.