As the kiss deepened, my hand rose up to her boobs, cupping them through the thin fabric of bikini top.
A sharp moan tried to escaped her lips but got muffled under the kiss. Her eyes went glassy. Her mind overflowing with the sheer pleasure courseing through her body.
"Ito... You perv. I'll kill you if you if you stop now." Hana whispered against the kiss.
She parted her lips, and I slid my tongue inside her. Our saliva mixing together, our tongue dancing rhythmically.
Without warning, I moved my hand toward the tug of string holding her bikini top.
She rested her hand on mine, unsure if she wanted to go on.
I cupped her cheek with my free hand, deeping the kiss. Melting into the kiss, she let go of my hand, and craddled my neck with her both hands, wrapping them.
With that, I untucked the string, which I tucked earlier. The top loosned. I cupped her soft boobs, my hands under her lossened bikini top, squeezing them firmly. My thumps brushing against her sensitive buds.
A loud moan thretened to escaped her throat, but I ate it with my kiss.
Her breath grew heavier, her body trembled, she couldn't thinking anything but the pleasure coursing theough her.
I pinched her nipples, between my finger. A sharp whimper released from her lips. Instinctively, she dug her nail on my skin, pulling me closer.
Then I trailed lower, kissing her jaw, nibbing at her throat then hovering above her boobs.
She breathed softly, her eyes closed, anticipation building within her.
With a flick of my finger, I removed her bikini top, reveling her fullness in their full glory.
I could see my fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She placed both her hand on her lips, her eys glassy, trying to stop her moans.
With a smile, I leanind in, devouring her left nipple, making her eyes roll back in pleasure.
She couldn't think strength. Her mind was filled with pleasure.
My hands still gropped her, while I sucked on her left nipple.
"A-Aisha and Akemi are watching," Hana whispered, her cheeks burning now.
"I know," I murmured into her ear. "Let them. You're mine."
She gave a small, shaky laugh, both embarrassed and secretly thrilled. "You're so unfair sometimes…"
"I know," I said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "But I'm also completely in love with you."
With that, she removed her hands from her mouth, and rested on my head, pushing me against her nipples, urging me to keep going on.
Heat started radiating in between her thighs. She grew wetter by the second. She could feel herself climaxing, something that is with her reach.
"Ito..." Hana moaned.
"Yes?" I replied against her nipples.
"Don't stop... I am close." She said, her eyes closed shut.
I didn't stop. I started tracing slow circles around her nipples, making her shudder. Then I started sucking harder again. My other hand, gropped her free boob and pinched her hard buds.
She trembled beneath me. The only things filking the silence, was her soft moans.
---
A palm tree, some rustling leaves, and two dangerously curious girlfriends.
"Okay, what is happening over there?" Akemi whispered, practically glued to the trunk. Her ghostly form didn't rustle the leaves, but her expression was pure drama. "I thought this was a beach picnic, not a live romance drama!"
Aisha snorted softly. "This is Kage Ito we're talking about. Every picnic becomes a romance drama. Trust me, I live this life. Daily episodes."
Akemi squinted through the foliage. "Did... did he just smirk at Hana and push her down like a kabedon but horizontal?"
Aisha nodded solemnly. "Ah yes, the classic sand-bed kabedon. Very advanced technique. He's done that to me like, twenty times. Sometimes even in the nurse's office. On my rolling chair."
"Rolling chair?!" Akemi flailed dramatically, nearly phasing through a coconut. "Okay but—wait—he only did that kind of stuff with me once! And I still count it, okay?!"
Ito: -__- ' I have no such memory.
"Once? Ha!" Aisha scoffed, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder with practiced grace. "That's adorable. He once carried me bridal-style during a fire drill because I 'looked like I might faint.' I didn't. But I did melt a little."
Ito: This never happened. She just made it up.
Akemi folded her arms. "Well, I possessed a broom once and made him chase me around the clubroom. That counts as emotional bonding."
"Possession doesn't count unless there's at least one stolen kiss," Aisha said smugly.
Akemi looked offended.
Meanwhile, back in front of them...
"...Did he just whisper something into Hana's ear?" Akemi blinked, leaning closer.
Aisha narrowed her eyes. "That's his signature move. The 'whisper-and-make-her-blush-until-she-can't-think' combo. Dangerous stuff."
"Wait—did she just arch—oh no, she's doing the 'I'm so embarrassed but also very into this' back bend!"
"That move's in my Top 5 Reactions list," Aisha admitted proudly. "Hana's a natural, I gotta admit."
"She's got the glasses-slipping move too!" Akemi pointed. "That's extra points in the 'cute and helpless' category."
Aisha crossed her arms, lips twitching. "But can she moan-whisper and call him a perv at the same time like me?"
"Okay, okay, that's a top-tier combo," Akemi conceded, then tilted her head. "Are we… cheering him on or judging him?"
"Bit of both?" Aisha grinned.
Akemi rubbed her chin like a philosopher. "You know, we should get popcorn for this."
"We are the commentary team now," Aisha said proudly. "Welcome to Love Beach Chronicles, Episode 46: The Sand Seduction!"
Akemi gasped, clutching the tree. "Did—did she just call him a perv mid-moan?!"
Aisha gave a smug little smile. "Classic Hana. Flustered but thirsty. Girl says one thing and arches into his hands like she's submitting her soul."
"She literally just dug her nails into him while saying it! That's like... 'angry girlfriend energy meets rom-com climax.'" Akemi blinked. "That's, like, a talent."
"Ito has a type," Aisha muttered. "Girls who call him names but melt faster than butter on a frying pan."
Akemi side-eyed her. "Oh? So what does that make you?"
"I'm the main wife. I call him names and steal his bed and cook for him while complaining about back pain from our last cuddle session," Aisha said proudly.
Akemi pouted. "I still say my ghost-glide-through-his-chest kiss counts. I made his soul glitch for like two seconds."
Meanwhile, from behind the leaves, another squeal drifted out into the salty sea air.
Akemi covered her mouth. "Hana just hit the high note. That was an F sharp, easy. She's moaning like she just hit a spiritual awakening."
"Honestly," Aisha sighed dreamily, "nothing beats that first full-body squirm when he goes for the double-hand chest cupping maneuver. Man has golden hands, I swear."
Akemi looked baffled. "You gave that move a name?!"
"Of course. I've got a whole glossary. Want me to send it to you later?"
"I can't tell if I'm jealous or traumatized."
Suddenly, Aisha narrowed her eyes. "Did he just say—wait—'I can't wait for our first real night?' Not just to Hana... but all of us?!"
Akemi made a face. "He's scheduling us now? Is there a spreadsheet?!"
Aisha chuckled. "If there is, I better be color-coded in pink with sparkles."
Another long, breathy moan from Hana echoed through the trees.
Akemi gave her a slow clap. "Okay, Hana's really going for Best Actress. That sound had layers."
"She's in the zone now," Aisha nodded. "Give her five more minutes and she'll be singing his name in cursive."
Just then, Hana let out another high-pitched whisper, shuddering, "I-Ito… you perv…"
Akemi leaned closer to Aisha. "Say it with me."
Together: "AND SHE STILL LIKES IT."
Aisha groaned, whisper-shouting, "Girl! Secure your optics! We're already watching an unfiltered National Geographic episode!"
Akemi's hands were shaking from stifling her giggles. "Look at him go! He's sucking like she's made of limited-edition strawberry jam! I swear I saw a glint of his soul leave his body just now."
"Oh, he's greedy today," Aisha muttered, eyes narrowed like a wine critic. "He's got that 'I'm-not-sharing-my-dessert' grip."
Hana moaned again, louder, twitching a bit.
Akemi threw up her hands. "Is this a confession or a concert? Can we clap? I feel like we should clap."
Aisha leaned over dramatically. "If he goes for the triple move—kiss, grope, AND hair pull—I'm walking out there with a sign that says '#ProudMentor.'"
"I swear, Hana's gonna be alphabet soup in 30 seconds," Akemi laughed. "You think he studied for this? Like watched YouTube tutorials? 'Top 5 Tongue Twirls That Melt Her Heart (and maybe her spine)'?"
Aisha grinned wickedly. "He didn't need to. I trained him. Years of experience. Do you know how many times he's done this to me in the infirmary?! I literally forgot what sleep feels like."
Ito: -__- Okay, this also never happened.
Akemi rolled her eyes.
They both paused as Hana let out a very dramatic squeak, her toes literally curling.
Akemi squinted. "Wait. Did he just pinch? He's doing nipple calisthenics now? Is there a gym membership involved?"
Aisha wiped a fake tear. "So proud. My perv boy has evolved. From gentle summer breeze… to category five hurricane squeeze."
Akemi reached into her invisible ghost purse. "I'm giving him a trophy. 'Most Likely to Induce Brain Shutdown via Chest-Related Activities.'"
"I already engraved one!" Aisha whispered, pulling out an imaginary golden bust of Ito giving a peace sign.
Akemi was practically levitating in disbelief—mostly because she literally had to. "Okay, seriously. At this point, I feel like I'm watching a live-action romance anime... with the uncensored director's cut."
Aisha was crouched, arms crossed, peeking from behind the palm tree. "Uncensored? This is practically a boobumentary. Where's David Attenborough when you need him?"
They both watched as Hana arched up a bit more, her bikini clearly hanging on to its last shreds of dignity.
"Look at her!" Akemi gasped. "She's arching like a yoga master possessed by a blush demon."
Aisha narrowed her eyes. "That's called the 'Take-Me-Now' pose. She's activating it like a combo move. I've seen it. I invented it."
Akemi floated a little higher, hands hovering over her face. "She's trembling like she's about to log out of real life. I can't—this is a sensory shutdown in progress!"
Aisha muttered, "Yup. System Error: Too Much Hand Contact."
Akemi nodded sagely. "He's really going for the full course. Touch, taste, and now… excessive squeezing. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's trying to unlock a secret ending."
"And look at her!" Aisha pointed. "She's holding in her moans like they're nuclear launch codes!"
Akemi's eyes widened. "Bro, her glasses are halfway down her nose. She looks like she's about to give a passionate monologue in a period drama."
Aisha chuckled under her breath. "Ten bucks says next move is double palm, both boobs, full contact."
"Already happened," Akemi replied. "You're behind."
"Oh."
There was a pause as they observed Ito leaning in with great motivation.
Akemi blinked. "He's… he's devouring her like she's the last snack on Earth. I swear I heard a slurp. A full-on anime slurp."
Aisha looked away, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. "He never slurped me that passionately… that's unfair."
Akemi tilted her head. "He slurped me once."
Aisha turned. "You don't even have slurpable assets."
Akemi smirked. "And yet… he still did."
Aisha squinted. "Don't make me throw a coconut. I will."
Akemi laughed, floating sideways. "Girl, you can't even touch me. You'd phase through like bad Wi-Fi."
"True," Aisha muttered. "But emotionally? I can still hit you where it hurts."
They went quiet again as Hana trembled harder, the moans barely being swallowed by the waves… for now.
Aisha squinted with narrowed eyes. Her cheeks puffed up in frustration as she whispered, "Unbelievable. He's using the double-hand technique. That was my special!"
Akemi, crouched beside her, leaned in like a dramatic sports commentator. "Look at that form. The left-right rhythm is wild. He's got anime protagonist energy right now."
"I taught him that rhythm!" Aisha hissed.
Akemi poked her. "Yeah? Well, he only practiced it once on me, and I still remember it. That makes mine more special."
Aisha gasped like Akemi just insulted her cooking. "Once? Once isn't legendary, that's limited edition!"
Behind the palm tree, both girls fell silent for a second, eyes wide, watching Ito smack Hana's—well, they didn't say it, but they knew.
"He's going full taiko drum solo on her!" Akemi cried in disbelief.
"Her butt's turning red like a steamed octopus! I'm calling it now—he's awakened some sort of demonic massage mode!" Aisha whispered, clutching her cheeks.
"Look at her face!" Akemi pointed. "She's moaning like she just bit into a hot takoyaki!"
"Did he ever do that to you?" Aisha asked, whispering low.
"No, he was gentle with me," Akemi said, crossing her arms. "Like a delicate breeze... until he grabbed my—uh, you know."
"Oh please, I've had full weather forecasts with him. Rain, storm, thunder—everything! But even then, that—" she pointed dramatically—"that's a festival performance! With fireworks!"
"Ito's hands are moving faster than an angry chef chopping onions," Akemi muttered. "I can't even see his palms."
Aisha huffed. "He's showing off. He's using Hana as his demo model. I bet he's gonna market this like a product: 'Experience the Ito Special—now with bonus handprint marks!'"
Akemi pulled out a notepad from nowhere. "I'm taking notes. Not for him—for science."
Aisha peeked again and mumbled, "I swear, if he doesn't do that to me tonight, we're gonna have words."
Akemi raised a ghostly eyebrow. "I hope those words are ow ow ow please stop I'm out of breath. Otherwise, you're not getting the full experience."
The sounds coming from the other side were unmistakable—slaps, gasps, and muffled cries. But it wasn't pain in those sounds. It was... something else entirely.
Aisha's cheeks puffed as she whispered harshly, "Did he just... slap her again?! That echo! It's like he's summoning spirits through her butt!"
Akemi covered her mouth, trying not to giggle. "It sounded like a thunderclap. I swear the sand vibrated."
Aisha huffed. "He never smacked me like that! All I get is gentle touches and forehead kisses. This? This is a full-on championship match with extra commentary!"
Akemi crossed her arms, face flushed. "Well, he only did anything with me once. But now? Now he's slapping her like he's trying to leave his handprint in history!"
They peeked again, just in time to see Hana's teary, overwhelmed face, cheeks glowing with a shade that said far too much. She wasn't just taking it—she was thriving in it.
"She's crying..." Aisha whispered, her voice trembling.
"From pleasure!" Akemi exclaimed in disbelief. "She's literally crying and still mouthing 'more.' What kind of main character treatment is this?!"
Aisha nearly fell over. "She just said she doesn't care if she can't sit for a week. WHO SAYS THAT?!"
"I want a do-over," Akemi muttered, frowning. "He smacks her once, and she turns into a puddle of happy sobs. Meanwhile, I float through half his room like a ghostly third wheel!"
Aisha clutched her chest. "This isn't fair... I feel like I'm watching a romantic horror film. Where's my horror? Where's my romance?"
Akemi glanced at her. "I'm starting to think Hana might be the final boss."
Aisha groaned. "If she is, then I need to grind some XP. Maybe level up my technique. I'm not losing to my junior girlfriend."
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A muffled cry echoed across the beach as Hana's back arched one final time.
"Itoooo!" she cried out, voice trembling with a wave of overwhelming emotion, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed with tearful euphoria. Her arms clung tightly to me as she collapsed into the sand, breathing fast and shallow.
I gently leaned over her, brushing the strands of hair from her damp forehead. Her bikini top lay discarded to the side, forgotten in the moment's storm. Carefully, I reached for it and slipped it back over her shoulders, tying it with quiet tenderness.
She was still crying. Not from pain—but from something deeper, warmer. Vulnerability mixed with affection. The kind that made her fists weak and her walls crumble.
Without a word, I pulled her into a hug, letting her sob softly into my chest. Her arms wrapped around me, gripping my back like she never wanted to let go.
---
Then Akemi looked toward the scene and tilted her head. "Do you think… she's about to—?"
"She's absolutely about to sing opera without warning," Aisha said. "I swear, if she yells his name again like she's summoning a Final Fantasy summon…"
And then: "Itoooooo…!"
Akemi: "And there it is. Cue meteor animation."
Aisha: "May her lungs find peace."
They both collapsed behind the tree, laughing so hard the leaves shook above them.
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Then—
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of feet walking on sand, far too casual to be coincidence.
"…Oh! There you two are!" Aisha called out, dramatically placing a hand on her hip, feigning surprise like a poorly rehearsed stage actress. "We were just taking a walk, you know! Palm tree spotting!"
Akemi floated beside her, nodding enthusiastically with an expression that screamed 'I am absolutely lying.' "Yup. Very suspicious palm trees out here. Definitely not ghost-watching anything steamy."
I didn't respond. I didn't need to respond. The look on my face said it all: You two were totally spying.
Hana, still snuggled into my chest, peeked out with teary eyes and muttered, "I knew it…"
Aisha coughed into her fist. "Anyway, uh—good job, Ito! Ten out of ten… for, um, comforting her."
Akemi raised an eyebrow. "Comforting? Girl, he was practically doing a full exorcism with a side of massage therapy."
I shot them both a glare, but couldn't help the amused sigh that escaped me.
And just as I opened my mouth to reply—
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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE GIRLFRIENDS DETECTED!
Ahane Mei
Ayase Aoi
MISSION:
Stabilize Their Emotions Before They Spiral into Tsundere Depression!
REWARD:
Plot Development!
WARNING:
Failure to complete mission will result in...
EXTENDED BEACH ARC.
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I blinked. "Again?!"
But this time, Akemi turned toward me mid-air and whispered in my head: I saw it too.
"You... you can see the system?"
She smirked. Well, I did hijack the narration once. Comes with perks.
I narrowed my eyes. "Then you'll help me, right?"
Akemi floated behind me, arms slipping around my shoulders like a misty breeze. Always. But only if you say I'm your favorite ghost.
"I—Wait, does that include Casper?"
"SAY IT."
"Fine! You're my favorite ghost."
The mission had just begun... but for now, with three girls snuggled around me under the sun, tangled in laughter, kisses, and absurdity, I figured I could buy some time before the plot called me back to work.
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END OF CHAPTER : 45 : BEACH! : PART : 7 : OPPAINESS AND SPANKS!
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