Chapter 246
Chapter 246
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 246
Chapter Title: The Beach Slaughterer
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The next day.
"Let's go!"
"Kyaa!"
Cloudy and Winia, their excitement shooting straight to the heavens, jumped up with arms raised high. I grabbed both my ears and let out a whoop like I was screaming in ecstasy.
I'd geared up like usual and packed clothes in my backpack, but the two of them were already in vacation mode, rocking those skimpy tops from yesterday that bared their cleavage and midriffs. Claudy's legs in those hot pants looked insanely alluring.
Winia had swapped her pointed hat for a big straw hat, protecting her identity while nailing the perfect beach outfit.
She really knows her stuff.
I'd tried looking for an aloha shirt, but no dice.
Fuck me.
Conveniently, a passenger carriage headed to the port city of Rylant was leaving, so I booked one first thing in the morning. To set the travel mood, I skipped the cargo wagons and went for something decent.
"One silver and twenty coppers!"
"Fuck my mom... here."
Pricey as hell.
"We'll depart right after the caravan does!"
It rode pretty smooth once we boarded—nice. Loved the windows too. I cracked one open and peeked out. A decent-sized procession was waiting: caravan wagons, hired pro guards, adventurers, tagalongs, and more wagons.
Even peddlers and day laborers.
Ports see constant traffic, so these runs must go out every few hours. Never paid attention before, so no wonder I didn't know. Goods need muscle to move. Most followers were probably laborers.
These kids oughta eat sword rice instead.
This world's got structural flaws—honest work won't cut it.
"Ooh, the seats are so squishy!"
"Sis, prop my staff up over there."
"Sure."
We seriously debated what the ocean would look like. Then the carriage finally lurched forward. The two girls erupted in cheers, and I threw up three cheers myself.
The vibe made it feel like three hours on this thing would drop us on Haeundae Beach or something. Shockingly, it'd take five whole days.
But we all silently agreed not to mention it.
We wanted to savor this high.
"Ughhh..."
Less than three days in, we were all zombie-fied, slumped over.
Save me.
This is why I hate holidays... Dad, twelve hours was nothing.
By day five, hitting Rylant felt like transcendence, pure liberation—like I'd returned to Earth. White buildings and the shoreline appeared ahead.
A gentle sea breeze wafted in.
Winia and Cloudy bolted upright from their blanket sprawl like the dead risen, squealing with joy as they shoved heads out the window.
"K-Katt! Ocean! It's the ocean! So much water...!"
"Ocean! Blackie, ocean!"
"Heh heh, you cuties. Yeah, that's the sea."
True to port-city form, Rylant had a sleek vibe with whites everywhere. Weird birds like seagulls wheeled overhead, waves crashed audibly. The beach was a bit farther out.
Finding it'd be the hassle.
While I admired the girls' backsides as they gazed leisurely out the window, the carriage halted. "We're here!" the driver yelled. I grabbed all the bags and hopped off. My massively swollen backpack held everything—pretty heavy—but I shouldered it.
Macho tax.
"Nice breeze."
"Ooh... feels cool."
Winia and Cloudy stretched on solid ground. Exhausted, but the fresh wind lifted our spirits, clearing the fog.
"Winia, beach that way?"
"Gimme the map."
She studied it a moment.
"Straight that way. Bit of a hike, though. Gotta hustle. Let's go, Blackie! Move it!"
Where's my backpack?
"Take it slow. Plenty of time."
"Sis, hurry!"
United, they sped up. Both buzzing with hype. How could I resist? I matched pace.
Kiruk-kiruk.
Kiruk-kiruk.
White sky-squawkers perched on lampposts and roofs, greeting us with eerie songs.
Winia waved frantically, squeaking back.
Great atmosphere overall. White stone pavement gleamed clean. Here and there, obvious sailors or navy types hauled rope piles or oak barrels.
"This is the otherworld ocean."
Feeling pretty good, all told.
First time tourist-ing this world. I ogled left and right, trailing the girls. Notably, tons rode huge white birds. Tamed cockatrice subspecies?
Men were mostly tank-topped machos in black-and-white. Women rocked that open sailor style too.
After a good trek, we hit Winia's beach spot.
"Blackie! Here! Sis! That's it!"
"Mm..."
Pristine white sand, crystal-clear water.
Waves crashed nicely. Temp a tad high—hence the breeze bliss. Beach already had folks: swimming, splashing.
Even kids built sandcastles.
Just like Earth.
Cloudy stared wistfully.
"Katt, wanna hit the water ASAP."
"Gotta buy swimsuits first, sis. And book lodging."
"Swimsuits?"
"See? Everyone's in undies. Beachwear."
"Not just underwear?"
"Don't jinx it. Culture clash."
Cloudy thought bikinis were plain undies. Fair—material's similar. Winia strutted proudly, boobs bouncing. Time for an inn.
"This way, looks good."
Winia navigated expertly to a cluster of guesthouses on a hill. She eyed buildings, grabbed our hands, dragged us into one nearby.
"Oh, hello there?"
A beauty with a distinctive mole by her eye welcomed us. Winia chatted her up, snagged a room quick.
"Blackie, second floor, end room. Drop bags and come down."
Key in hand, up we went.
Room modest, but ocean-view window gave charm. No private shower or toilet—shared downstairs bathroom and outdoor showers.
That's the minbak life.
Dumped gear, changed comfy, headed out.
"Took you long enough, Blackie. Thought I'd puke waiting."
"You're too impatient. Anyway, now..."
"Swimsuit shopping. They said up the hill."
"Uh, yeah."
We got dragged by hyper Winia.
"Heh, Winia's pumped."
"You're stoked too, sis. There."
"What? Looks fancy."
Swimsuit shop... Tourist trap district? More boutique than store—well-decorated. Folks in and out.
Women emerging in bikinis.
Cloudy stared, then said,
"Katt."
"Hm?"
"You like slutty clothes, right?"
Th-this much!
Suggestive...!
"O-of course!"
"Hee hee. I'll wear something you'll love. Rawr, something naughty."
"Thanks! Love you! Cloudy!"
"Love you too."
"Me too!"
I was burning up!
While I beamed, Winia grumbled,
"Fuck, Blackie, you perv... I don't wanna go too slutty."
Boob anxiety, probably.
Makes sense—they draw eyes.
"It's fine, Winia. You're hot in anything."
Whatever she wears, those tits are mine. Who cares about wrapping?
"Bullshit, as usual."
"And any creep hitting on you? Dead. Relax."
"...Coming from pussy like you, zero credibility."
"Fuck."
"Still, thanks. Good boy, Blackie. Head here."
She patted my head.
Anyway, into the shop.
Aloha-clad staff greeted warmly. Winia grabbed hesitant Cloudy, shopped like pros. Picked a few, hit the changing rooms together.
I grabbed some beach-trunk-ish shorts.
Whatever.
"Uh, any with pockets?"
Why the fuck no pockets?
Designers insane?
"Nope."
"Goddamn. This then."
Black ones. Changed quick.
Just strip undies, swap.
"..."
Stepped out—all eyes on me.
Shocked by my pure-macho muscles?
Ripped physique, scar-covered—macho ideal. I basked subtly, struck a pose sitting. Then Cloudy and Winia emerged.
"Whoa."
The two stood before me.
"Katt, whaddya think? Like?"
"Blackie. Cute outfit?"
I nearly passed out.
"Wh-wh-wh-whaaaaa—!!!!!"
Cloudy rocked a provocative red slingshot bikini—covered essentials, flaunted curves... Insane. This slutty?
Winia barely contained her bursting tits in pink bikini top, sheer skirt over string bottoms below. Accentuating lower to balance top?
Those boobs' presence... mind-melting!
"Fuck, unreal... too much!"
Doesn't compute!
Pure sexy dynamite!
"Blackie, boner down? Pay up."
"Hee, glad you like? Eek, still shy. This outfit..."
Bikini sets cost a fucking fortune...!
Worth it!
Reusable back home! Earned cash for this shit! Bought beach shirts too, to spare blushes, checked out.
Arm-in-arm with Cloudy and Winia, out we went.
...
...
...
Guy stares all around, but I activated Skill: Macho Gaze, blocked 'em. Nothing scares a bare-chested me.
"Blackie, thrilled much? Honor being with me."
"Always. Winia, my pride."
"Asshole."
Blushing Winia cursed.
I know it's affection.
"Katt, now. Ocean time."
Constant hard-ons driving me nuts.
Cloudy knew, smacked my crotch.
Thing strained the trunks.
Public indecency at this rate.
"Kiyeeeek!!! Triangle battle start!"
Synced breaths, dashed to beach.
No way showing this boner! Sand-sand. Hit shore—"Kyaaa!" "Kyak!" Girls cheered.
Soft sand between toes...
Real beach.
Fuck, ocean after years.
Splash!
They dove in, shrieking joyfully, splashing each other.
"Kyahah!"
"Ufufu!"
Happy laughs.
Splash! Splash!
"Eek, sis?! Sis! Stop! Kyaaa!!!"
But laughs turned screams quick. Winia's assault nullified, swept away by Claudy's torrent in seconds.
Cloudy's water cannon overpowered expectations.
Once lake-blasted before.
Cloudy dove to rescue, froze coughing suddenly.
"Kyak! Winia... Ack! Salty! Water's...! Agh! What?!"
"Heh, sea's salty. Cute... Heavenly Demon Water Stride."
Whoosh!
Secret aquatic step unleashed, I plunged to save Winia. Reveal now: I, Kim Katt, was once the Beach Prince, dominating shores.
Years later, still cleaved waves expertly, rescued drifting Winia.
"You psycho...! Sis! Who blasts that hard?!"
Winia clung to my arm, protesting.
Cloudy flushed, recalling lake incident, apologetic.
"Sis, gentle. No hard splashes in ocean."
Such rules?
"Sorry."
"Ugh, really."
Cloudy hugged Winia, apologizing.
"For real."
Splash!
I true-stepped, hosed them.
"Kyak! In my mouth again..."
"Fuck you, Blackie! Prepare to die!"
Splash! Splash!
Endless splashing, laughing fits. Wet Cloudy body... Winia's dripping, bouncing tits. Ah, fuck. Stiff prick hinders.
Cloudy's red slingshot: destructively sexy. Slight slip shows nips or goods...? Safe?
"Sis! Grab Blackie's legs!"
"Too mean?"
"Tradition!"
"Kiyeeeeek!!!"
They seized me, slammed face-down in surf. Glub-glub! Nose water! But if they're happy, no resisting.
"Oof, shit."
Battered, I trudged ashore slow.
Cloudy and Winia showed zero fatigue, shaking sexy bodies, savoring sea. Smiling warmly, felt eyes on them.
"These fuckers?"
All nearby men ogled my girls...! Itched for Instant Swordplay, but no blade. Endure. Just looking.
Talk to 'em? Dead.
Glanced around.
Besides dudes, women flaunting charms—strolling, swimming. Compared to my duo? Kids.
No glances spared.
Back to water, focused water escape and sea combat drills.
Splash-splash!
Felt stares.
"...Kui-kui."
Girls nearby eyeing me... KKK spotting black guy?! Pointing beach nigger? Nah, not hostile.
Drooling over bod.
Embarrassed, dove deeper.
"Hydro Pump!"
Wedge between girls, went wild. "Kyahah!" "Ufufu!" "Heh heh!" Laughter crossed. Fuck, fun! Need beach ball?
"I am the ocean prince, Kim Katt!"
"Kyut, Kattt!"
"Dumbass Blackie only strong brute!"
They hung on my arms. Moments later, slammed them into surf. Splash! Furious Cloudy grabbed legs, hurled me skyward.
"Uwaaaah!"
Insane reflexes!
"Katt. What was that?"
"No limits. Sis, again."
"Yeah."
Words stern, eyes smiling.
Worse?
Anyway, airborne again.
"Grah!"
Sun warm, sea cool-refreshing.
Cheers and laughs everywhere.
Blissful, happy time.
Until the merfolk showed.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"