“My back… I can’t reach it, so please put it on for me.”
At Arisa’s request, Yuzuru nodded.
“Got it.”
“…Thank you.”
Arisa nodded as well.
And then—
“U-um… Yuzuru-san.”
“Yeah… what is it?”
“I—I can’t take it off.”
She suddenly said that.
At first, Yuzuru wondered, Did she just get shy all of a sudden…?
But—
“Um… could you help me?”
Looking up at him with those pleading eyes, he finally understood.
She wanted him to undress her.
“Y-you’ve gotten… bold.”
His gaze naturally drifted over her body.
Her rash guard was slightly long, covering even her swimsuit bottom.
But her long, pale legs—her thighs—were exposed.
Her upper body was fully covered, yet—
The swell at her chest made it unmistakably clear what lay beneath.
Under that fabric was her beautiful figure.
…Of course, she was wearing a swimsuit—not naked—but still.
“I—I don’t know what you mean…”
She looked away shyly.
Meanwhile, Yuzuru stepped closer.
“Alright, I’ll take it off.”
“…Okay.”
He took hold of the zipper on her rash guard—
And slowly pulled it down.
First, her collarbones came into view.
Then her pale, elegant décolletage.
Next, the full curve of her chest, wrapped in her swimsuit.
Then her slender waist, her cute navel—
And finally, the triangular fabric below.
“…Um, all the way, please.”
“Yeah.”
He nodded and slipped the rash guard off her shoulders.
Her shoulders were small, pale—
And faintly flushed.
“Um… Yuzuru-san…”
With her arms behind her back, she glanced up at him.
“It suits you. You look beautiful.”
“…How so?”
“…Sexy, maybe?”
This time, Arisa’s swimsuit was a red triangle bikini.
No frills or lace to soften it—
Just a simple design with small ribbons.
A tie-side bikini, with relatively little coverage.
For Arisa, it was quite daring.
The red emphasised her fair skin, giving her a more alluring appearance.
“Sexy” felt like the most fitting word.
“P-please don’t say that…”
She covered herself slightly with her hands, blushing as red as her bikini.
But she didn’t look displeased.
If anything, she seemed happy.
“…I’ve thought this before, but—”
“…What is it?”
“Your fashion sense is surprisingly… bold.”
Before, it had been black.
Now, red.
Both bikinis—and quite daring, considering her personality.
Not just swimsuits—her usual clothes often accentuated her figure more than expected.
“P-please don’t put it that way… it makes it sound like that’s my thing.”
“Isn’t it?”
“It’s not!”
She shot back, a little annoyed.
“It’s just… I think things like this suit me better…”
“Well, yeah. You suit elegant over cute—more mature than childish.”
With her figure, it would almost be a waste not to highlight it.
“But… don’t you kind of enjoy being seen?”
Yuzuru trained his body, after all.
And having people notice it—admire it—wasn’t a bad feeling.
Maybe it was different for her, but still—
“N-no way! It’s just embarrassing.”
“Then—”
“I brought a pareo this time. …The only one I’ll show this to is you.”
“That’s a relief.”
Yuzuru let out a small sigh.
To be honest, her swimsuit felt a bit… minimal.
Especially the lower half.
The thought of other guys seeing her like this—
Even if they were friends—didn’t sit well with him.
“Wear your rash guard over the top.”
“O-okay… if Ayaka-san and Chiharu-san allow it.”
He chuckled.
Those two probably wouldn’t make it easy.
Still, there were ways—he could suggest splitting into groups later.
“By the way, Arisa… how does it feel, me seeing you like this?”
“Huh?”
She blinked, caught off guard.
“D-do I have to say it?”
“You do.”
He stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders.
At such close distance, she looked flustered—her gaze flickering between his chest, his waist, and his face.
“I-it’s embarrassing… when you look at me… but…”
“But?”
“I-it makes me happy. D-do I really have to say more?”
She looked at him as if asking for mercy.
He was tempted to tease her further—
But pushing too far might backfire.
“I see. You said it honestly—good girl.”
He gently patted her head.
For a moment, she looked pleased—
Then suddenly snapped back and glared at him.
“That was… rather condescending.”
She looked slightly annoyed.
Yuzuru smiled.
“Arisa.”
“H-hey, wait—”
He gently pulled her closer—
And slowly leaned in.
She closed her eyes, lifting her chin as if offering her lips.
But instead—
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Ah…”
A voice that sounded both happy and slightly disappointed.
“Wanted it on your lips?”
“…No.”
She turned away with a pout.
Yuzuru lightly poked her cheek.
“…Now then, Arisa.”
“…What?”
She still looked a little sulky.
Yuzuru said—
“It’s about time… I put it on.”
Her eyes widened—
And in an instant, her face turned bright red.
