Ch.240Side Story: Swimsuits – 3

The atmosphere changed in an instant. Only after Erestica, sitting naked on the floor, began to sob did we regain our usual judgment and proceed with the cleanup at unprecedented speed.

Someone brought a towel to wrap around her body, retrieved the clothes she had left far away, separated me from the scene while covering my eyes and ears almost like a kidnapping, and wiped up the white liquid droplets scattered across the floor.

With everyone cooperating except for the two maids who had disappeared far away, the cleanup wasn’t particularly difficult. Ah, excluding the sobbing Erestica and me who was kept at a distance.

“Hng… hnggh… harder, squeeze harder… crush them hard enough to mash them…”

Afterward, I still had to help with the breast reduction process in a corner of the department store.

Erestica, who demanded to be squeezed much harder than usual, eventually passed out with her tongue hanging out after reaching climax several times while having her horns licked. The cleanup afterward was naturally my responsibility.

Considering she didn’t even make a token plea to stop until right before passing out, she must have quite enjoyed this intensity. I could roughly guess what kind of requests would come in the future.

I gathered what I had squeezed from Erestica’s breasts and went outside. Everyone made disgusted expressions at the enormous quantity of bottles in my hands.

“Does it usually come out that much?”

“No. Not this much.”

“I thought so—”

“Usually it comes out more than this. I helped her a few days ago, so maybe that’s why there’s less today.”

“…This is less than usual?”

Rosaria gave me a dumbfounded look.

“Then how do you handle it all? Surely you don’t… drink it… do you?”

As if she genuinely thought I might, her confidence visibly dropped with each word.

“Um… I do sometimes.”

“Eck.”

Her reaction clearly asked if I was serious. I was. I really did drink it sometimes. Very rarely, but still.

I didn’t think much about drinking it itself. Considering Erestica’s original species, it could just be viewed as a slightly unusual type of milk.

What was truly uncomfortable was Erestica’s gaze watching me from the side. That look mixed with maternal affection, perversion, sexual desire, and various other emotions—the kind of look that made me feel like I’d be devoured the moment our eyes met.

It got worse after I refused her offer to feed me directly. But it was better than giving up my dignity as a human, so I had no choice.

“Mira, don’t tell me you—”

“I don’t put my mouth directly on it. And Erestica doesn’t feed me either. I don’t drink that much. At most, about one bottle’s worth.”

I quickly clarified before any strange misunderstandings could arise. Judging by how everyone’s expressions relaxed, they really had been misunderstanding in that direction.

“Normally I would have complained about how a 1.5-liter bottle is still a lot… but if this is less than usual, then certainly— Wait, what happens to what’s left after you drink some?”

“I don’t know. I leave it in the chairwoman’s office, and Erestica takes care of it herself.”

Honestly, it’s not that I have no idea; I have some suspicions. Recently, whenever I visit the chairwoman’s office, she suspiciously needs a lot of milk or serves desserts that contain a lot of milk.

She never tells me what ingredients she used, but she keeps specifically asking how the milk tastes, so it’s fair to say she’s not really trying to hide it.

‘Still, I should keep this to myself.’

When I asked if she gave it to other people too, she firmly answered that would absolutely never happen. Unless Erestica brings it up first, I should keep my mouth shut about it.

“Um… I see. Okay.”

After our conversation ended, the atmosphere quickly became awkward. Perhaps because a storm had just passed through and we were delayed helping Erestica, it seemed a bit uncomfortable to go back to showing off swimsuits.

Carna, who had faithfully followed the crown princess’s orders as a Royal Guard, felt the same way. At most, she flinched when our eyes met and covered her body, but that was it.

“Oh right, Latina, why are you still in your nun’s habit— oof.”

“Say one more word and I won’t let it slide. I’ll start crying right here.”

“…”

I got hit trying to break the awkward atmosphere. Rosaria, Eliciere, and Laura all gave me looks that seemed to ask what I was thinking bringing that up.

‘…I thought she couldn’t choose her own swimsuit because she was helping Erestica pick hers.’

I never imagined the “other reason” I dismissed would be correct.

“Young master! We’re back!”

“Are you insane, Yustera! I could have handled this myself…!”

“You were taking too long trying to handle it yourself! What if the young master had to wait!”

The awkward atmosphere was finally broken by Nika and Beatrice.

Nika appeared wearing a micro bikini with absolute confidence. One that barely covered the important parts—no, one that covered barely a third of the important areas, with an absurdly small amount of fabric.

It was even more revealing than her usual Succubus Queen outfit. At least that covered all the important parts, but this didn’t even do that much.

This must be what Priscilla’s bundle of strings would have looked like if properly worn. It might have been even more revealing. While Priscilla is certainly not small, Nika is even more well-endowed.

“Uuugh… p-please don’t look, young master…”

Beatrice was wearing something that could barely be called a swimsuit.

It looked like a bikini on the surface, but it was covered in frills and not properly secured, so it dangerously wobbled with every movement. It was obvious that it would come off the moment she entered the water.

“She said she absolutely wouldn’t go in the water without the young master’s orders, so I focused on aesthetics rather than practicality. What do you think?”

“No matter how much I’m not going into the sea, how is this a swimsuit! It looks like it’s about to fall off any moment…”

Beatrice kept pulling up the straps around her waist and chest with a tearful expression. Nika clicked her tongue.

“You don’t need to do that, Head Maid. Did you think I wouldn’t consider that? It won’t slide down any further, so you can let go.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that…?”

Seeing that Beatrice wouldn’t change her mind, Nika’s eyes turned to me. She was asking for help. I’d seen enough of her embarrassment, so I decided to help a little.

“Let go and stay still, Beatrice. That’s an order.”

“What? Young master, that’s…”

Behind the tearful Beatrice, Nika gave me a smiling eye and a thumbs up.

“Come on. It’s the young master’s order. You’re not going to disobey, are you?”

“Uuugh…”

At the mention of my order, Beatrice, half-sobbing, let go of the straps she had been pulling up. The garments slid down and stopped at precisely the positions Nika had claimed they would.

One strap of the bottom piece caught on her hip bone, while the other caught on her round buttocks, creating a look that seemed like it might slip off at any moment. It precariously stopped just short of revealing her private parts.

The chest straps also slid down to a delicate position. As the top began to slip down with them, nearly revealing the pink tips, Beatrice tightly shut her eyes.

But there was no further exposure. Nika, now confident, shrugged her shoulders.

“See, Head Maid? Just as I said.”

“How am I supposed to serve the young master dressed like this…!”

“Come on, does ‘serving’ have to be taken so literally? You can serve in different ways too.”

A lecherous smile appeared on her face. Normally, Beatrice would have scolded her harshly for such vulgar behavior, but the current embarrassed Beatrice didn’t have the presence of mind for that.

“What do you think, young master? It’s good, right? Then let’s go with this—”

“Yes. Now put her in something normal.”

“What?!”

Nika looked crestfallen, as if she hadn’t expected this reaction from me.

“Young master…”

Conversely, Beatrice’s eyes sparkled.

I remember she initially opposed wearing a swimsuit altogether. She must have decided that a normal swimsuit would be far better than what Nika had chosen for her.

“Do you know how hard I worked to find something that perfectly fits the Head Maid’s body! I finally found it!”

“Use that effort to find your own. Come on, hurry.”

“Ah… you should have said so from the beginning. Alright.”

Nika immediately twisted her body with a seductive expression. If she had her usual demon tail, she looked like she would have been swishing it enticingly.

Both walked away with very light steps, but for different reasons. As Nika had said, the swimsuit that caught on Beatrice’s upper arms, chest, hip bones, and buttocks without sliding down at all was just a bonus.

“So thou prefers the subtly revealing type.”

“Should I choose a swimsuit one size larger?”

As soon as the two left, two others immediately approached. I was wondering when I’d hear those comments.

“If you’re not going in the water, you can wear something like that. For the record, I’m definitely going in.”

“Hmm, then there’s no choice.”

Rosaria put her hand on my shoulder.

“What?”

“We need to pick your swimsuit.”

“…So suddenly?”

“What’s sudden about it? You said you’re definitely going in. Then of course we need to pick yours too.”

“No, this is so out of the blue—”

“Quiet! Let’s go! You need to try on at least 100 suits!”

I was dragged to the men’s swimwear section.

I only discovered that everyone except Carna and Erestica had been in cahoots from the beginning after I had tried on over 100 swimsuits over several hours, giving them plenty of time to admire my body.

They had decided that if they chose their swimsuits first and then moved on to mine, they might use the excuse that it was getting late and leave. So they planned to have me try on swimsuits after they had chosen theirs.

“…”

How did they know?

Time passed in an instant. Bellium Academy held its midterm exams, and like last semester, I took the top spot. The other students reacted with resignation, as if saying I should just take everything.

Some even suggested early graduation. They said they would throw a grand graduation party if I would just graduate after the second semester.

I just laughed it off. I had considered it, but that would leave Eliciere, who had used tricks to enroll, hanging. Barring any major changes, I planned to graduate normally.

And the end of midterms meant the beginning of Bellium Academy’s field trip.

“Wow…”

The students let out exclamations as soon as they arrived at the southeastern sea through a dimensional gate. No matter how elite they were supposed to be, they were students at heart.

The third-year students were around twenty years old, so calling them “students” was a bit ambiguous, but college students are still students.

There had been opinions that a proper field trip should start with a long journey there and back. Supposedly that creates the right atmosphere. Naturally, this opinion came from our side.

However, when we calculated just how long “a long time” would be, we quietly gave up. There wasn’t much choice in a world without proper transportation methods.

“After unpacking at your assigned accommodations, you’re free to enjoy yourselves.”

Thanks to the deliberate mobilization of people from the Mages’ Association to create dimensional gates, the accommodations were both far and near. Physically distant, but less than 30 seconds away through a dimensional gate.

Most students followed the chairwoman’s instructions, dropping their luggage at their accommodations before rushing to the beach, but less than half were wearing swimsuits. It seemed the higher the family status, the more they restrained from exposure.

Of course, our group, who had decided from the start to play separately, was an exception.

“I’ve purchased an island nearby in the young master’s name. I’ll escort you there.”

“…Why in my name?”

“She said that since it was bought with money that came in to impress you, you absolutely must be the one to use it.”

Some concerning words were exchanged, but anyway, a separate island had been prepared. The other students seemed to quietly welcome the crown princess playing separately from them.

So probably nothing unusual would happen.