“It’s about time… I put it on.”
Slightly tense, Yuzuru said that, and Arisa—her face flushed—gave a small nod.
Then she took a leisure sheet out of her bag.
“Then… um, let’s lay this down.”
She spread it over the sand and lay face down on top of it.
“…Whoa.”
The reaction slipped out before he could stop it.
He already knew Arisa had an incredible figure—and that the bold bikini enhanced it even further.
But until now, he had only seen her from the front.
(…Does she realise this?)
His gaze drifted to her hips—barely contained by her swimsuit.
Her white, full curves looked almost constrained by the fabric.
“…Yuzuru-san?”
“Ah—no, I was just admiring the view.”
Startled by her voice, he quickly shifted his gaze to her back.
It somehow felt like he’d seen something he wasn’t supposed to.
“P-please don’t say things like that…”
Arisa replied shyly.
It didn’t seem like she’d noticed.
If she had, she’d probably be trying to cover herself more.
“S-so, can I start now?”
If he didn’t hurry, his self-control might not last.
That was his honest thought.
“Ah—wait.”
“…What is it?”
“Well, um…”
Hesitating slightly, Arisa reached behind her back.
Her fingers found the string at her neck and back.
Yuzuru felt his pulse spike.
“You know how in films and dramas… they do this, right?”
She tugged lightly.
The string came undone.
“Th-this way… it’s easier for you to apply, right?”
“I—yeah… I suppose.”
He said it, but honestly, it didn’t make much difference.
String or no string, the area of her back didn’t really change.
It was a meaningless act.
And yet—
For some reason, his heart was racing.
“Then… um, Yuzuru-san. Once again… please.”
“Yeah. Got it.”
He squeezed some sunscreen into his palm and spread it slightly.
Then he looked at his fiancée’s shoulders.
Smooth, pale skin—
Exposed helplessly under the sun.
If it burned, it would be serious.
Protecting this skin…
Somehow, it felt like a responsibility.
He couldn’t just do it carelessly.
Carefully, he placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Hyah!”
“Whoa!”
She let out a soft, unexpectedly sensual yelp.
His pulse quickened even more.
“W-what’s wrong?”
“S-sorry… it was cold.”
“I see… I’ll warn you next time. …Okay, I’m starting again.”
“Yes.”
Once more, he touched her shoulders.
Her body trembled slightly.
Her skin was flawless—smooth, without blemish.
His hands moved easily across it.
From her shoulders to her back—
From her back to her waist.
But—
“Ah… i-it tickles…”
“S-sorry.”
Every now and then, she shifted slightly, letting out soft, breathy sounds.
Each time, his heart pounded harder, his restraint wearing down.
And at the same time—
A suspicion formed.
“…Hey, Arisa.”
“Ah—what is it?”
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
“…What do you mean?”
There was a slight pause before she answered.
That was enough.
(…Yeah. Definitely on purpose.)
She’d been the one to suggest this in the first place.
He’d been dancing in the palm of her hand.
And honestly, he didn’t mind—
But staying completely at her mercy felt a bit unfair.
“No, maybe I’m imagining things.”
Saying that, he slid his hand down to her hips.
“Hi—”
A small sound escaped her.
Whether from surprise—or intention—he couldn’t tell.
“You alright, Arisa?”
“Y-yes… um, Yuzuru-san…”
“What is it?”
“I-I can do that part myself…”
She reached back towards her hips—
But Yuzuru gently, firmly caught her hand.
“No need to hold back.”
“N-no, it’s not that—”
“If you miss a spot, that’d be a problem, right?”
He guided her hand down and continued applying the sunscreen.
His fingers spread it carefully over her hips.
“You don’t want weird tan lines, do you?”
As he said that, his fingers slipped just slightly beneath the edge of her swimsuit.
Fabric could shift, after all.
You had to be thorough.
…That was his reasoning.
“I—I suppose…”
Whether she accepted it, gave up, or—
Something else entirely—
She didn’t resist.
He continued down her thighs, even the inner sides.
By now, her skin had taken on a faint reddish tint.
“Arisa.”
“Yes?”
“I’m done.”
“…Yes.”
“What next?”
“What next…?”
“The front.”
“Th-the front…”
After a moment of silence—
“C-could you… do it…?”
She answered, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
“O-okay… then, um—”
“I-I’ll fix my swimsuit first…”
She stood up.
Yuzuru quickly turned his back.
“It’s fine now.”
When he turned around again, she was sitting with her back to him.
Her skin, slightly glossy from the lotion, and—
The red strings were tied again.
“…I can’t apply it if you don’t face me, you know?”
“I-it’s embarrassing… so…”
“From behind?”
“…Yes.”
“…Alright.”
Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he could handle facing her either.
He approached her from behind.
As he spread his arms to reach around—
She leaned back slightly.
Her back pressed against his chest.
Naturally, it became an embrace from behind.
“I’ll start with your arms.”
“Yes.”
From shoulders to palms, he spread the sunscreen carefully.
At the end, he intertwined their fingers, applying it to her hands as well.
“Next is your stomach.”
“…Okay.”
He wrapped his arms around her slim waist.
Over her neat navel, up just beneath her chest—
His fingers brushed lightly against her softness.
“…Next, your neck.”
“…”
His hands traced her throat and collarbones—
Then paused.
“Next is—”
“Make sure to do my chest properly too.”
Her voice was soft, almost sweet.
“…If I get strange tan lines, it’ll be your fault, Yuzuru-san.”
“I know.”
He placed his hands on her chest.
Carefully spreading the lotion over the exposed skin.
“Don’t forget… the cleavage.”
He followed her instructions.
That area was slightly damp with sweat.
“And underneath too… just in case.”
He gently lifted her slightly—
There was more weight than he expected.
“…That should be everything.”
“Yuzuru-san.”
“…Yes?”
“Make sure… to do inside the swimsuit too.”
“…”
He paused.
“Are you sure?”
He asked again.
Arisa turned to look at him.
Her face was bright red.
And with a slightly annoyed tone—
“A-after all that… you touched my hips so much already. …Pervert.”
Then she shifted closer—
Positioning herself between his legs.
“…You were doing it on purpose too, weren’t you?”
“I don’t kn—mm…”
He cut her off with a kiss.
At the same time, his hand slipped inside her swimsuit, quickly finishing the task.
As soon as he was done, he pulled away.
“It’s your fault for being so attractive.”
He said it simply.
For a moment, she looked dazed—
Then came back to herself, raising her brows slightly.
“You think saying that makes everything okay?”
“…It doesn’t?”
“…I’ll let it slide.”
Saying that, she leaned back against him.
Yuzuru wrapped his arms around her once more.
“…More, please.”
“Alright.”
