A Story About a Blonde Gal Angel Who Excessively Praises My Cooking. After Asking Me to Teach Her How to Cook, Feelings of Mutual Love Began to Grow

Chapter 83: The Swimsuit Episode (1)

The third day of Obon, “Uukui,” ended without any issues, and this year turned out okay.

And then, the next day…

“We can finally swim in the ocean!!”

We’re at the beach now. The women are running around the sandy shore with their skin exposed, their chests bouncing as they eagerly play.

“As expected, the Okinawan sun is really strong. I feel like I’m going to melt.”

“Aren’t you hot wearing that hoodie, Momohara?”

Momohara, who is sitting next to me on a beach chair, is wearing swim trunks and a light hoodie. Somehow, the position of the zipper perfectly highlights his boyish charm. It’s strange how that works.

“Naoto! Look at my swimsuit!”

“Nice, really nice, Hinata!”

The lovebirds are having a blast. At least they’re having fun. Naoto is in his forties, though. It’s baffling how he looks like he’s in his late twenties.

“Takeru-kun, let’s go in the ocean!”

“No, I’m good. I don’t like getting all sticky.”

“But you’re wearing a swimsuit, big bro. Let’s go!”

“No way.”

The ocean isn’t for swimming. It’s for gazing at. It’s hot, and stepping on seashells hurts.

“Even though I’m the one to say this, aren’t you going in?”

“I can’t swim, so I’m not going in.”

“I thought all Okinawans could swim.”

“Not every local can swim, nor does everyone know all the famous products or tourist spots. Most locals are actually less interested in their hometown than you’d think.”

Of course, some people love swimming, while others prefer fishing. It depends on the person. I’m more of an indoor person anyway, so I’d rather not go in the water.

“Oh? Motobu, are you afraid of the ocean?”

“Tomitsugu-senpai, that’s a nasty attitude. No one will like you like that.”

“Shut up!”

Why does she see me as such a rival? Isn’t she being overly competitive?

“Motobu, is it okay if we leave our stuff here?”

“Go ahead.”

“Kei, let’s build a sandcastle together.”

“A sandcastle? That sounds fun.”

The Miaki sisters are also ready to have fun in their swimsuits. Kumako is wearing a light blue bikini, which surprisingly suits her. Her long silver hair is tied into a ponytail, making her nape shine.

“Miko, let’s build a sandcastle with big sis.”

“Eh…I want to do it with Kei.”

“No way. You’ll catch his weirdness.”

“I’m not carrying any weird viruses, you know?”

Who are you calling a pervert? Also, don’t go teaching elementary schoolers words like “pervert,” okay, sis?

“Hey, Yuri, don’t push me!”

“I’m not pushing you, Kyan-san.”

“Come on, come on!”

Yurina pushed Amatsuka-san and Kurose-san toward us to drop off their stuff.

“Well then, Takeru, what do you think?”

Why is she smiling like that? And why is she slightly out of breath? Don’t get all worked up just because you’re near two beautiful girls, Yurina. You really are rotten to the core.

“So, what do you think, Motobu-kun?”

“Amatsuka-san picked this swimsuit for me. Does it look strange?”

“It suits both of you.”

Amatsuka-san is wearing a pure white bikini with twin tails. Her good figure makes it even more impressive. I didn’t expect twin tails to suit her this well.

Kurose-san, on the other hand, is in a black bikini. Both of their swimsuits are simple designs, but you need a good figure to pull them off. Kurose-san has a chest comparable to Manoka-san’s, which almost made me forget her usual odd behavior and dangerous remarks.

Calm down, Takeru. Kurose-san once held a knife to your throat. Be careful of honey traps…

“I told her that my school swimsuit would be fine, but…”

“Come on, it’s a special trip to Okinawa.”

Amatsuka-san did a good job because seeing Kurose-san in a school swimsuit would bring its own kind of guilty pleasure. Besides, Kurose-san’s school swimsuit has her name, “Touka,” written clumsily in a childish style on the chest…Sometimes I can’t help but admire how particular she is about strange details.

“Let’s have a swimming race!”

“I won’t lose to you!”

The student council president and the others immediately ran off to swim. Are those people really okay? Are they really in the student council?

“This is nice. I’m feeling sleepy already.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

The blue sky, the blue ocean, and the white sandy beach. Classmates having fun. It’s been a while since we’ve had such a peaceful day.

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Chapter 84: The Swimsuit Episode (2)

“Takeru~”

“What is it?”

Yurina came to my side as I settled in a beach chair.

Her tanned skin in a school swimsuit with a T-shirt on top was an unsexy outfit that actually made me feel relieved.

“Ah, this is nice.”

“Your character is already inconsistent…”

“Seeing all this yuri stuff, of course I’d end up like this. slurp Hehehe.”

“Don’t commit any crimes.”

“It’s fine. Just looking, so visual molestation is safe.”

“That’s ethically wrong.”

Kiyan Yurina-chan is a fujoshi.

At least until 5th grade when we were together, she was a yuri lover.

Now as a high school student, Yurina is frankly an unknown pervert. If there was a scouter, it would be unable to measure and probably break.

“Adorable sisters, lolis, bouncing chests. How wonderful, how wonderful.”

“…Your comments are just like a dirty old man.”

“Was it Hinata-san? That person is a complete ‘legal loli,’ right? Looks totally like a middle schooler.”

“She’s older than us, and actually an adult.”

She’s an adult and a married woman.

Yurina’s sexual preferences are getting increasingly warped.

“I want a husband like Naoto-san too.”

“…Yurina is saying something surprisingly normal.”

“A husband who looks good in women’s clothes, nice.”

“As expected, it wasn’t normal. And somehow I’m relieved.”

“Momohara-kun is so cute. I wonder if he’d become a submissive boy.”

“…I kind of understand that.”

“Oh ho? You understand too, do you?”

“Sometimes my mind glitches. Cuteness is justice. This is the psychology of the world.”

“Takeru is also tempting.”

“Hey, stop that. Even if it’s your delusion, it’s defiling something important to me.”

“It’s not like you’re losing anything, so it’s fine.”

“I am losing something, like my dignity as a man.”

Please stop saying these things when I’m next to you…

I won’t tell you to stop fantasizing anymore.

According to Yurina, she’s never talked about her fujoshi interests with anyone but me.

So I guess it can’t be helped that she wants to talk about this stuff every time I come back home.

When there are few people who share the same interests, it must be both fun and difficult.
But I don’t have such interests.

Cooking is about the only thing I can call a hobby.

So basically, I’m just being made to go along with Yurina’s interests.

I deleted all my old contacts before, so I have no choice but to put up with it.

“By the way, Amatsuka-chan is too cute. I thought twin tails only worked in 2D, but this is cheating. It’s unbelievable how it suits her even though she’s not a loli and has big breasts.”

“You’re staring too much.”

“Oh my, are you jealous? It’s completely different when someone of the same sex stares than when someone of the opposite sex stares.”

“You’re really going to get arrested someday.”

“It’s fine. Probably.”

I start checking the flyers from the neighborhood supermarket’s website on my smartphone, trying not to look at everyone.

I hadn’t decided on today’s menu yet, and looking at items on sale has become calming for me. I might not be a pubescent boy anymore.

“Manoka-san, stop bouncing them.”

“…”

“Kurose-chan has a nice figure too. Hehehe. Whoa! That’s risqué.”

“……”

“Miaki-chan is so sexy.”

“………Officer, this person right here.”