Ch.239Side Story: Swimsuits – 2

“Don’t do unnecessary things.”

—BOOM!

“Ack?!”

Laura appeared behind Rosaria and delivered a sharp flick to the crown of her head. In an instant, Rosaria’s neck retracted, her expression crumpled, and her shoulders naturally rose up.

I think that’s similar to how Aihenhart looked when I once caught him getting flicked on the head.

“Hey! What was that for?!”

Rosaria crouched down, clutching her head and trembling as she shouted. She didn’t seem to care at all that her breasts, larger than her head, were being squished against her knees.

“I found it unsightly how you were trying to seduce him when you haven’t even lost your virginity yet. Every single movement of yours reeks of purity. If unicorns existed, they would have made you their queen.”

“What did you say?!”

“Just watch and learn.”

Laura ignored the fuming Rosaria and stood in front of me.

“What do you think, Mira? Don’t you think it suits me well?”

While similar to Rosaria’s in the broad category of bikinis, the details were completely different. Where Rosaria’s was a classic triangular bikini, Laura’s had a square chest piece with a hole in the middle.

The level of exposure was comparable to a regular bikini, and in terms of fabric coverage, Rosaria’s actually used less material. However, since this one had what people commonly call a “chest hole,” it somehow felt more provocative.

“Perhaps… next time when we ‘do it,’ I could try putting it in here.”

As if Laura had chosen it specifically to emphasize that point, she slightly pushed her breasts together and began rubbing them up and down. The two large masses of fat crossed each other provocatively, changing shape as softly as kneaded dough.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you a pervert? Are you crazy?”

Rosaria made an expression of disbelief, as if she’d seen something she shouldn’t have. Laura snickered.

“Don’t tell me you actually know what this means? Surprising for a virgin.”

“Oh, really! I can’t stand this anymore! Are you showing off just because you did it first?!”

With a crash, the two women became entangled with each other.

I quietly averted my gaze from the sight of two women in revealing bikinis wrestling with each other, their bare sides, abdomens, and thighs touching, their breasts colliding, squishing together, and then bouncing back elastically.

“How unfortunate for you, Rosaria. I exert seven times my strength against pure women. Though I become seven times weaker against Mira.”

“You really…!”

But there was no way Rosaria could overpower Laura with strength alone.

Rosaria was easily subdued with her arm twisted behind her back. As her waist arched dramatically from the hold, her already large breasts bounced prominently.

“Just you wait!”

With those words befitting a third-rate villain, she disappeared beyond the swimwear section. She headed not to the place we first visited, but to an area with much smaller swimwear, in the micro bikini category.

“So, I still haven’t heard your opinion.”

Whether she was genuinely hot or had other intentions, Laura sat down beside me after tugging at her bikini straps several times to make her breasts bounce.

“Opinion about what?”

“About this hole, of course.”

Her finger spread open her cleavage widely. I averted my gaze. Laura chuckled.

“Aren’t you being too shy? Especially considering we’ve done even more than this.”

“It’s because we’ve done more that I’m like this… I can’t just keep thinking about that all the time. I’m trying hard to hold back.”

“We’d rather you didn’t hold back at all. Don’t worry, even if you were to pounce on us at any time, we would gladly welcome it.”

“I won’t do that. I’m not some beast.”

“To take responsibility for all these women, you need to become a beast, Mira. We’ve already come to an agreement and are willing to accept you, yet you’re wasting time by hesitating—how can that be right?”

“…”

That “agreement” she mentioned refers to what happened during the seven years I was absent. Remembering that fact left a bitter taste in my mouth again. Yes, it was about time I made a decision.

If I keep wavering here, I’ll just be a nuisance—

—CRASH!

I heard a commotion from somewhere in the distance. Wondering what it was, I stood up.

The changing room curtain opened, and out came Priscilla, wrapped in a large towel like a cape with only her head showing, and Elischere who was escorting her.

“…What’s going on?”

I asked in bewilderment. I heard a sigh.

“I stopped this pervert from crossing the line.”

“Mira and I have seen each other naked, so it’s fine. I’m showing less than that time.”

“Bah, silence! You judge, Mira. Is this acceptable to wear or not?”

A hanger flew toward me. I caught it reflexively. What hung on the hanger was something so revealing it would make Rosaria’s saint’s robe look modest by comparison.

The strap around the chest area was barely half the width of a pinky finger. It seemed doubtful it could even properly cover the nipples, meaning the areolas would be completely exposed.

Moreover, the design had no chest strap, instead tying behind the neck, making it look like it would come off with just a slight breeze.

The bottom part was even worse. A string descended from a round metal ring below the cleavage, passing through the navel and diving between the legs. The width of the string was almost the same as the one covering the nipples.

I wondered if it could properly cover anything at all—no, it seemed designed not to cover but to be swallowed between the labia. Elischere snorted.

“She’s wearing that under the towel.”

“My goodness…”

Even Laura, who had been brazenly rubbing her breasts together earlier, sounded thoroughly disgusted. It was understandably so, given that this level of exposure made her chest-hole bikini look like nothing in comparison.

Priscilla looked at me with desperate eyes.

“Mira. We’ve seen each other naked, right? So this is okay?”

“…I don’t think that’s the issue here.”

I even questioned whether this could be called a swimsuit at all. No matter how I looked at it, it appeared to be an adult toy for costume play. Though since the staff had placed it here, it must technically be a swimsuit.

Could someone actually swim in something like that?

“No. Wear something else.”

“…Okay. I understand.”

Priscilla trudged away with a shocked expression. Even if there was a high probability we’d be playing by ourselves, that was going too far.

“However, it seems hypocritical for you to criticize another’s attire.”

Only then did I notice Elischere’s swimsuit. She was wearing a slingshot bikini. One with extremely thin and minimal straps.

The chest portion was so narrow it barely covered her pink areas, and the V-shaped strap connecting the chest and bottom looked like it would tear effortlessly with just a light scratch of a fingernail.

The part extending between her legs was also so narrow and thin that some of the flesh bulging beside her mound was slightly visible. Being almost my height, she exposed even more area than Laura, which was saying something.

“Isn’t mine better than that thing?”

“…”

Elischere pointed at the string-like thing in my hand. Even Laura couldn’t refute that fact and bit her lip.

“And it’s better than what Rosaria was trying to show you. Mira, did Rosaria ever reach for her chest saying she wanted to show you something else?”

“Um… she did, but I didn’t see it. Laura stopped her. Why? What was it?”

“It was a bikini that magically transforms the moment the strings are untied—the fabric directly adheres to the chest and becomes semi-transparent.”

“…”

So it would be practically the same as wearing nothing. While I was dumbfounded, Laura drooled.

“Come to think of it, perhaps I should have chosen something with less coverage too.”

Her hands caressed her chest and lower abdomen. In truth, what Laura was wearing could hardly be called normal. The moment she went to the beach in it, she would attract the attention of every man around.

It’s just that Priscilla and Elischere were wearing such overtly revealing things.

“No, what you have now is good. It suits you really well, so I think you should stick with that.”

“Your ambition is too small. A real man should demand that I wear something more revealing even if I refuse.”

“That’s not a man, that’s a pervert. I have no intention of doing that.”

“Don’t worry. We can always do that for you.”

“As can I.”

The two women on either side of me whispered all sorts of temptations. As I firmly rejected their seduction, two other people approached hesitantly.

“Um… M-Mira? How do I look?”

It was Carna and Leona. I forcibly silenced the two beside me and looked at them.

Carna was wearing a bikini bottom, but her top was completely covered with a rash guard. The only exposed part was a tiny bit of her lower abdomen.

Leona was more daringly dressed in a bikini. However, both the chest area and the lower part had noticeably more coverage than the two who had approached earlier.

“Both of you look good.”

“Really? That’s a relief, hehe.”

“Th-thank you…”

The two smiled brightly at my compliment. Honestly, my limit was Laura at best. Any more exposure than that was poison.

“Why is his reaction better to them than to us?”

“I think rash guards are a sin. Our exposure level is higher.”

Elischere and Laura side-eyed me with disgruntled expressions.

“Put your hand on your chest and think again.”

“Hmm, so you value the aesthetics of concealment.”

“Ah, if that’s the case, I understand.”

“…”

The two brazenly deflected my incredulous gaze. I meant they shouldn’t wear such revealing outfits, but they made it sound like I meant something completely different.

The worst part is that they weren’t entirely wrong.

“Still, I cannot tolerate her being dressed like that alone. As Laura Ercarencia na Crescenne von Yuperantis Bellium, Imperial Princess, I command you, Carna!”

“Yes! Your Highness!”

Carna immediately stood at attention and responded with military discipline.

“Change into a more revealing swimsuit. The minimum requirement is half of what the hero beside you is wearing.”

“Yes…! I under…stand…!”

Carna glanced at Leona’s bikini and trudged away with a half-disgusted expression. Her retreating figure looked particularly small.

“…Why half of mine?”

“For the crime of insolence. Everyone is wearing bikinis, yet she alone wears a rash guard.”

“Isn’t that an abuse of power?”

“It’s merely the rightful exercise of authority as an Imperial Princess.”

I don’t think so.

“…”

Well, all such arguments became meaningless when Erestica appeared next.

“There… there was nothing that fit…”

Erestica approached timidly, covering only the tips of her breasts with both hands. Even then, her breasts seemed about to overflow, bulging out from behind her arms. Her arms were half-buried in her chest.

“…Latina, what is that supposed to be?”

“It was the largest size bikini available here.”

“Did you give her the wrong one?”

“…I’m beginning to wonder that myself.”

The supposedly largest bikini available completely failed to cover the pink tips of her breasts. The middle string was too short to even reach that far.

One of the breast straps, forcibly held together, was already broken and hastily reconnected, and even that looked precarious. The bottom piece also failed to properly cover her lower region. The strings seemed to be screaming in agony.

—SNAP!

The ominous feeling soon became reality. The unstable string of the bikini bottom finally broke. Her bursting hips and buttocks did nothing to help keep the bottom piece in place.

The swimsuit that had reached its limit slid down. Erestica hurriedly bent over to try to catch the falling bottom, but that only made things worse.

—RIIIP!

As her upper body bent forward, the chest strings also broke with a short cry.

“…”

“…”

Erestica, suddenly naked, froze in place. We all froze as well, not knowing what to do.

If there was any small consolation in this misfortune, it was that there was no one behind Erestica. At least the front could be covered with hands and thighs, but the back would be impossible to hide.

I wonder how she feels about this.

Suddenly, white liquid began dripping from the breast tips covered by her hands. The sweet scent of milk slowly spread.

“…Uuu.”

Small teardrops formed in her eyes.