The Reason Why The Cool Beauty Who Repeatedly Ignores Messages Replies Only To Me. ~The Lonely Beauty Wants To Know The Lonely Me〜

Episode 44: It’s Summer! It’s the Sea! It’s Swimsuit Time!

When Tamari returned, we dropped our bags at the campsite and followed the schedule to spend the day at the beach.

“Hot…”

With the scorching August sun shining all over my body, I finished changing into my swimsuit and walked alone on the sandy beach, which was so hot it felt like I was going to get burned.

I’m wearing flip-flops, but it feels so hot that it seems like I’m not wearing anything at all.

Despite it being summer, the beach was oddly quiet, with only a few fishermen around.

I wonder if people don’t come to the beach when it’s this hot.

Wearing blue board shorts, I carried a beach umbrella over my right shoulder and a folded beach mat in the other hand.

“This spot should be good.”

I spread out the mat on the sand, opened the beach umbrella, and lay down under its shade.

“Man, they’re taking forever…”

Saeki and the others in swimsuits… huh.

It’s not like I’m expecting anything.

But I am a bit curious… about what kind of swimsuits they’ll wear.

I’m sure Tamari’s swimsuit is probably a revealing school swimsuit.

“Sorry to keep you waiting! Kotoku-kun!”

Hearing that voice, I instinctively sat up.

It’s not like… I was excited or anything.

Just a bit, just a tiny bit, you can’t go against a man’s nature after all—

“What…”

I was so shocked I let out a weird noise.

Tamari, running towards the parasol, was wearing a polka-dot “micro bikini.”

“Look, look! I chose a small swimsuit that Kotoku-kun loves!”

Tamari said, blushing with embarrassment.

T-This is bad in a lot of ways.

Judging by her tan, she wore a more modest swimsuit in Hawaii.

This girl has normal swimsuits but intentionally chose this revealing one…

If she leaned forward a bit, the straps might come loose…

“Hey, Kotoku-kun, you’re staring too much.”

“I-I’m not staring.”

As I averted my gaze, I saw Saeki and Machibari coming over.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Okami.”

Machibari was wearing a light blue off-shoulder bikini with a dark brown straw hat on her head. Her hair, usually in a ponytail, flowed down to her shoulders.

“……”

Noticing my gaze, Machibari quickly covered her stomach with her hands in embarrassment.

Her figure was well-toned, so I don’t think there’s any need to worry at all…

“Okami-kun, your gaze is quite lecherous.”

Saying that, Saeki cut in from the side, wearing sunglasses.

She wore a mature black bikini, her pale skin contrasting starkly with it.

“I wonder what got you so excited looking at Machihari-san’s stomach.”

“Excited, you say…”

“It’s embarrassing… please don’t stare.”

“I’m not staring!”

“You’re lying.”

Saeki stood in front of me protectively, causing her chest to sway slightly, which I couldn’t help but notice.

Saeki often teased Mishiro about her chest, but didn’t she realize her own was quite large?

My eyes inadvertently strayed to Saeki’s pure white chest, normally hidden by her uniform…

“……”

I was at a loss for where to put my eyes, and ended up looking at Saeki’s face.

“Oh? Has it come down to a choice between looking at my chest or my face?”

“There are no such choices.”

“Okami-kun, you’re just a typical high school boy. I’m astonished.”

Saeki sighed, taking off her sunglasses.

She is getting on my nerves, this girl…

“Huh… where’s Mishiro?”

“Right here.”

The moment I asked Saeki, Mishiro appeared from behind Saeki like a ninja—.

“Did you call, Kotoku?”

“Call? Well—you! That swimsuit?!”

What Mishiro was wearing was—an unexpected school swimsuit.

There is a patch on her chest that says “Saeki” in hiragana, but Mishiro’s breasts are so big that they look like they’re going to burst at any moment.

Her figure was as toned as Saeki’s, but her chest seemed even bigger.

She has a better style than most gravure idols… even though she’s still in first year high school.

“Even if it’s you, Kotoku, if you stare too much at my chest…it’s embarrassing .”

“Ah, no… s-sorry.”

“I wonder why you don’t deny it with ‘I’m not looking’ when it’s Mishiro.”

“I-I’m sure I’ll see…well.”

“……K-Kotoku is, a pervert.”

While we avoided each other’s eyes, Saeki clicked her tongue and pressed my nose.

“Why are you mad, Saeki!”

“If you look at Mishiro’s chest lecherously again, I’ll tie you up and throw you into the sea.”

“I won’t look anymore, so stop it.”

“…I don’t mind, Kotoku is an introvert and kind of pitiful, so it’s okay?”