I adjusted my grip around Hana as I carried her like a princess, her warm body snug against mine. Her head rested on my shoulder, cheeks still flushed from our kiss, from the pain, from… well, everything. She was trembling slightly—but not from fear. It was that overwhelmed, emotionally raw kind of trembling.
So I asked, quietly, brushing a thumb across her back.
"…Do you still love me, Hana?"
She didn't even hesitate.
"I never stopped," she whispered. "Even if you're an idiot. Even if you spanked me like a delinquent dad with no impulse control. Even if you keep saying stuff like it's nothing."
Then, a faint grin ghosted her lips.
"I love you, pervert."
That made me smirk. "Good. Because, uh… they all know I sleep with Aisha every night."
Her eyebrow twitched, but she didn't flinch.
"Duh. Everyone knows. You literally live with her. And she never shuts up about it, either." She pouted. "She once gave me a full ten-minute breakdown about your stamina while we were shopping for bras. It was exciting."
I laughed, unashamed. "She's proud of her man."
"You're not just her man." She poked my chest. "You're my man too."
"Oh? Getting possessive now?"
"Always have been."
"Well then," I teased, lips curling wickedly, "why don't you and Mei-chan come over tonight for a little four-way cuddle? Akemi's already there, too. We can call it a sleepover. A very intimate one."
Her entire body jerked in my arms. Her chest bounced gloriously, and her hips shifted with the motion, sending a wave of jiggly retaliation through her bikini-clad curves.
She turned her face away quickly, flustered, but not mad.
"Y-You wish! I'm not letting anyone touch me tonight, especially not you! My boobs still sting! And my butt feels like it's been set on fire!"
"But imagine—me, you, Aisha, Akemi, Mei—one big futon, moonlight, and—"
"NO!"
She squirmed harder, causing her hips to grind into my forearm. The motion made her gasp slightly.
"I-I mean…" she softened, her voice lowering with a breathy tone, "I wouldn't have minded if my whole body wasn't on cooldown mode right now. I can barely walk, let alone… do that."
"Oh?" I tilted my head, eyes gleaming. "So you do want it?"
She groaned dramatically. "Of course I do! I've wanted it since forever! I was just waiting for the right moment, you perv!"
I grinned like a villain from a beach episode.
"You're lucky I'm in emotional recovery mode," she muttered, sinking deeper into my chest. "If I wasn't… I'd be riding you already."
"Hana!" I barked a laugh. "You can't just say that out loud!"
She looked up through her glasses, giving me that mischievous little smirk I hadn't seen since this whole crying-fest began.
"Why not? I've heard worse from Aisha. I've said worse, too."
"And here I thought you were the shy one today."
"I'm in emotional pain, okay?" she grumbled. "That doesn't mean my perv switch is broken."
I chuckled, pulling her tighter. "You're amazing."
"I know."
"…Still not coming over tonight?"
She gave me a smug smile and pecked my cheek.
"Ask me again after my boobs stop throbbing. And maybe rub some lotion on my ass first."
"Deal."
I leaned in closer, brushing her soft hair back as I smirked, "So, Hana... what was Mei-chan doing while you were out here getting your boobs sucked and your butt spanked?"
Hana's cheeks puffed out, then curled into a mischievous grin. Her glasses glinted with amusement. "Hehe… Mei-chan was furious! She was pacing back and forth like a mini storm, muttering about how you and Sensei disappeared for over an hour. And if she finds out what you did to me—kissing, boob-sucking, full-on spanking till I came—she might actually kill you this time."
I blinked. "Wait… an hour?!"
My heart dropped.
THE SYSTEM!
The mission! Fix Mei and Aoi's emotional state… I totally forgot!
She pressed her body against mine, the jiggle of her chest against my side very intentional. "That's what you get for being a pervert, Ito~"
I narrowed my eyes. "You knew and didn't tell me."
She stuck out her tongue. "Revenge, perv-boy."
"Oh, you wanna play that game?"
I shifted her and gave her sore, red-stamped butt another sharp spank.
SMACK!
She squeaked, legs flailing, breasts wobbling under her bikini top as she twisted. "I-Itooo! My butt is already stinky and red! Don't make it worse!"
SMACK!
Another spank. Another jiggle. Her body trembled with a mix of pain and embarrassing pleasure.
"This is what you get," I said, trying to stay serious despite the sinful view.
Just as I delivered another exaggerated, over-the-top WHAP! to Hana's poor, glowing-red butt—
"KYAAAAHH!! ITOOOO!! YOU'LL BREAK ME!!"
Hana screamed, bursting into laughter, her voice echoing across the rocks like a banshee at a comedy club. She kicked her legs wildly, her body squirming in my arms as I held her bridal style, her head buried into my chest, muffling her laugh-cries.
Her chest, snug in that dangerously tiny bikini top, bounced rebelliously with every movement, like they were trying to slap me back in protest. Her hips jolted like a malfunctioning robot on fast-forward.
"You brought this on yourself, Hana!" I grinned like a Saturday morning anime villain, raising my hand again, the sunlight glinting off it like I was about to unleash a secret jutsu. "You kept the Mei-Aoi mission secret just for revenge. So now… prepare your butt!"
"Nooooo!! Mercy!! My butt can't take any more!!" she yelled between laughs, flailing like a cat in a bath.
I gave her a mock-pout. "Then I guess I'll just have to carry you for the rest of the day if you can't walk."
"You're the worst! I'm gonna haunt your dreams!"
"You already do, but in a very different way," I smirked.
WHAP!
Another yelp-laugh burst from her lips. "ITOOOO!! I SWEAR, IT FEELS LIKE IT'S TURNING INTO A BALLOON!!"
Her whole body wiggled as I cradled her like a princess, giving her just one more gentle—but symbolic—spank. She collapsed against me, still giggling helplessly.
"Oh my god, it stings! You're lucky I love you!"
"And you're lucky I carry you like a goddess even after spanking your royal behind."
"I feel like a tragic anime heroine," she whimpered dramatically, "except instead of dying, my butt is just turning into a bright red tomato."
"Better a tomato than a pancake," I teased.
She sniffled, still giggling. "My boobs are sore too…"
"No refunds," I said, sticking out my tongue.
A shadow loomed.
We froze.
A gust of dramatic wind blew out of nowhere.
Standing there, arms crossed, was none other than… Mei.
Short blue hair fluttering like an angry anime flag. Eyes glowing with something not quite human. Aura crackling like the dramatic buildup to a transformation scene.
Behind her, trembling like a shy baby bunny, stood Aoi, looking like she wanted to vanish into sand particles.
And to Mei's sides—
On the left, Aisha, splayed on the sand like someone just cast "EXPLODE" on her dignity.
On the right, Akemi, the ghost girl, somehow deader than usual, soul visibly vibrating out of sync like a glitched 3D model.
I blinked.
Mei took one slow, menacing step forward.
"What are you two doing?" she asked coldly.
I glanced down at Hana, still bridal-style in my arms, her face buried in my chest, her arms clinging to me like I was her last line of defense against an angry final boss. Her bikini still barely intact. Her butt—well, still glowing like a cherry tomato in the sun.
"We can explain," I started.
"We were bonding," Hana whimpered, eyes wide with fear. "Healing trauma… with affection…"
Mei didn't blink. "I already beat the truth out of them."
She pointed to the bodies of Aisha and Akemi.
I stared in horror. "You beat up Akemi? But she's a GHOST."
Mei's eyes flared. "TSUNDERAYS!!"
The air trembled. Sand flew.
"MY RAGE TRANSCENDS MORTAL LOGIC!!"
Hana squeaked, hugging me tighter like I was a body pillow during a typhoon. "She's in full Tsundere Rage Mode…"
The wind swirled around Mei like she was charging a spirit bomb.
Blue sparks danced across her skin, her bikini fluttering with unholy power.
"ITO…" she said, each syllable landing like a finishing blow.
"You harem-dwelling…"
"Overly-handsy…"
"SEX-GREMLIN OF A PROTAGONIST…"
"Wait—" I took a step back, still holding Hana like a sacred artifact.
"YOU'RE! DEAD!!"
Then came the curses. A stream of them. Mei-style.
"YOU BOOB-OBSESSED, PANTY-STEALING, AFFECTION-TERRORIST!!"
"YOU LUSTY DEGENERATE WITH A FACE TOO HANDSOME FOR JAIL!"
"YOU EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATIVE SPANK-MONSTER!!"
"YOU CLIMAX-WIZARD!!"
"YOU ABS-SCULPTED DEVIL-SIMP MAGNET!!"
"CLIMAX-WIZARD?!" I choked.
Hana squealed. "We're so dead."
Mei launched into the air, surrounded by a glowing, sparkling blue aura—like a magical girl but from the wrong anime genre.
"I've had it, Ito! For every squeak, every jiggle, every moan you caused—I SHALL PUNISH YOU!!"
Aoi, meanwhile, was gently shaking behind a rock. "U-Um… maybe we should hear him out…"
Too late.
With a roar worthy of a battle shonen, Mei dove toward me like a one-woman missile.
It had begun.
The Tsundere Super Saiyan Fight of Destiny.
My mission: Calm her down…
Through love.
Through feelings.
Through romance.
Through Mei.
My Mei.
Sweet Mei.
My soulmate Mei.
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END OF CHAPTER : 47 : BEACH! : PART : 9 : TSUNDERAYS!
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