Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Our Summer Vacation Together (6)
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-Thwack!
It felt like someone had smacked the back of my head really hard.
That was my reaction upon seeing Seol-i in that cute bikini.
The bikini was adorable. But Seol-i's figure was incredibly violent.
Up until middle school, it definitely hadn't been like that. When the hell had her body gotten so amazing?
And how could such a devastating figure emerge from that petite little frame to begin with?
As the questions kept piling up, my mind started to fog over. Then Seol-i approached me and called out.
"Haneul...?"
"Ah, uh, y-yeah...?"
"You okay...?"
"Y-yeah... uh... y-yeah, I'm f-fine... yeah...."
I was stuttering way more than usual.
But it couldn't be helped. The sheer destructive power Seol-i was putting on display right now had the force to make anyone trip over their words.
I tore my gaze away from Seol-i and turned to the merely cute Dasom-i.
My head cleared in an instant, a sense of calm washing over me. I was trying to heal the violence called a bikini that Seol-i had unleashed on me with Dasom-i's cuteness.
But then I realized that even that cuteness could sometimes turn into a brutal pounding on my poor head.
-Dodo-dodo-do!
-Grab!
Dasom-i had suddenly thrown herself into Seol-i's arms.
"Dasom-i...?"
"Sis~ Let's play~"
Dasom-i clung to Seol-i's chest, rubbing her cheeks against it furiously.
This would've been a heartwarming sight under normal circumstances. Our super cute Dasom-i acting all affectionate with the cute, kind, and gentle Seol-i as they played together. It was the kind of scene that deserved to be called sacred.
But not right now.
Seol-i was wearing a bikini with insane exposure, frills and all—a cute one, no less—and on that killer body of hers.
With Dasom-i rubbing her cheeks all over that chest, it created a situation I simply couldn't look away from.
Embarrassed and feeling bad about it, I averted my eyes and pried Dasom-i off Seol-i.
"Uh, Dasom-i. So... um..."
The words wouldn't come. I had a term floating in my head, but I couldn't for the life of me recall it. It was like my brain had truly frozen solid.
As I kept stumbling over my words, I finally remembered what I'd been trying to say. I'd just seen it for real nearby—a kid and their family building one a short distance away.
"Wanna build a sandcastle with oppa?"
"Sandcastle... yeah...!"
Dasom-i's eyes sparkled as she started nodding her head like crazy.
Perfect. Now I could slip away from Seol-i and make my escape. Then I'd play peacefully with sandcastles until I calmed down.
That was the plan—until I noticed Seol-i looking right at me.
And then...
-Squeeze.
...just like always, Seol-i latched onto my arm with a tight hug.
"Seol-i...?"
Because of how thin that bikini was, her body felt so much more vivid against me than usual.
This was dangerous. Seriously dangerous. Way too dangerous for my reason and sanity.
Just as my head, my body, and my rationality were about to lock up completely, Seol-i hit me with something totally unexpected.
"Um, Haneul..."
"Y-yeah... uh... y-yeah...?"
"I... I don't want my skin to burn..."
"Y-yeah... skin's... important... yeah...?"
"So... c-could you... p-put on... sunscreen... for me...?"
I don't really remember what she said after that. Or the situation itself, for that matter.
When I came back to my senses, Seol-i was lying on the mat under the parasol I'd reserved, and I was sitting right beside her.
With the sunscreen she'd handed me, no less.
...What the hell was I supposed to do now?
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I should've refused. But I couldn't. Apparently, I didn't.
I don't even remember what I said, but there's a high chance I just blankly muttered something stupid like "Yeah, sure" and led her over here.
Seol-i lay there face down, staring intently at Dasom-i playing on the beach.
Dasom-i was right in front of us, messing around with the sand. The sight was so peaceful and cute.
Though the Seol-i lying next to me right now was way too stimulating.
"...Um, Haneul."
"Yeah...?"
"J-just do my back... I'll handle the front..."
"...Got it."
I knew that. Obviously. The back might be manageable somehow, but the front was a whole different story. If she'd asked me to do the front, I probably would've bolted straight back to the lodge.
This situation was that burdensome.
Even so, I overcame the pressure and slowly squirted some sunscreen into my hand.
-Squirt...
The sticky lotion coated my palm. Seol-i watched quietly for a moment before looking away and speaking up.
"Haneul... do it thoroughly... really thoroughly... okay...?"
"......Yep."
She'd emphasized "thoroughly" not once, but twice, while asking me to apply it.
Right. Preventing a burn was important.
Her skin was literally porcelain white as it was. Any fairer, and people might mistake her for Caucasian. Skin that pale was naturally vulnerable to the sun. Sunscreen was an absolute must for her. So yeah, thoroughly it was.
Doing my best not to think anything else, I slowly extended my hand toward her small, soft body.
-Splat...
"Eek...!"
The moment my hand touched her skin, Seol-i jolted hard and panicked.
Startled by her reaction, I immediately asked.
"You okay...?"
"It was cold... surprised me...."
"I see... "
Relieved by her explanation, I started moving my hand slowly.
The sunscreen from my palm transferred over to her skin.
Her body shifted along with my hand's movements. With nowhere else to look amid all that trembling, I just stared at Dasom-i.
While oppa was suffering like this, our cute little Dasom-i was diligently building up sandcastles... only to smash them right after.
What kind of sandcastle was she even trying to make that required all this build-and-destroy repetition?
Keeping my sanity by watching Dasom-i peacefully, I realized I'd somehow finished applying it to the "relatively safe" zone of her back.
I lifted my hand from her back and was about to move lower when...
"...Haneul."
"Yeah...?"
"My shoulders... you missed them..."
She pointed out the parts I'd overlooked.
She could've reached those herself. Why ask me?
Unfortunately, the thought didn't make it past my lips. My body was already heading for her shoulders.
-Squirt.
-Rub... rub...
I squirted more lotion into my hand and started massaging her shoulders.
"Uuuu... "
The instant my hand made contact, she began twitching.
Cold again? That's what I thought at first...
...but they were surprisingly firm.
Considering her soft, squishy body, this hardness was completely unexpected.
Why were they so tense? The answer came quickly enough.
Seol-i's shoulders were the type that knotted up easily. Unavoidable—a side effect of her killer figure.
Should I massage these seriously knotted shoulders? No, wait—could my reason even survive kneading her body under the guise of a massage?
Truth was, it was already hanging by a thread. If my hands strayed anywhere sensitive, my self-control might shatter into pieces.
Yet my arms were moving anyway, as if my mind had already made the call.
"Haneuuuuul...!!"
As I worked her shoulders, she started writhing all over.
"It hurts! Hurts, Haneul... ow...!"
"Your shoulders are knotted."
"N-no, j-just... sunscreen... just the sunscreen...!"
Her pained scream oddly brought a bit of my reason back.
Right. I wasn't harboring any dirty thoughts. This was just me loosening her super tense shoulders.
With that in mind, I kept up the light massage, using just enough pressure.
She writhed even more at first, but eventually, the massage must've started feeling good because she stopped squirming and let out pleased little sounds instead.
But those sounds struck me as a bit off, and with her shoulders softening up, my mood got weird all over again.
And then...
"Um... Haneul... "
"Yeah...?"
"Now that my shoulders feel better... um... lower too..."
She made her request in a very slow, tiny, embarrassed whisper.
I had only one possible response.
"...Got it."
After that, I applied the sunscreen properly—thoroughly—to the rest of her body.
Her soft, smooth, insanely stimulating body chipped away at my reason, but somehow I held out and finished the back.
I handed the sunscreen back to her and said.
"Uh... n-now... the front's... all yours..."
"U-uh... yeah... got it... "
I tossed the sunscreen to her and headed over to Dasom-i, trying my best to sound casual.
"Dasom-i, must've been boring playing alone, huh? Sorry—let's play together now."
"Yeah! But oppa!"
"What?"
"Your face is all red!"
......Playing it cool wasn't gonna cut it, huh.
If even Dasom-i could tell, then yeah, I was seriously embarrassed right now.
But what could I do? It was an act of God or whatever. Anyway, that's how it was.