Chapter 120: Swimsuit Party, Kim Yoo-Sung
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 120: Swimsuit Party, Kim Yoo-Sung
"Sorry! Have you been waiting long?"
At the sound of the voice, we all turned our heads in unison.
And there, a scene that could only be described as a man's ideal fantasy unfolded before us.
Chests, a wall, chests, chests, and more chests.
The five girls, having changed into their swimsuits in their rooms, were walking toward us in a line.
First up was Sasha.
With limbs as long and slender as a model's, Sasha wore a black competition-style swimsuit with a design that left her back completely exposed.
The tight fit revealed every curve of her body, capturing the gazes of every man around.
Next was Karen.
Like Rika, she was in a bikini, but hers was a cute, frilly type.
Even so, she must have been shy about showing so much skin, as she wore a white parka over her pink, frilly swimsuit.
Third was Rika.
Having strongly inherited her mother Maria's genes, Rika had what you would call a classic Western figure.
Curvy in all the right places, her hourglass figure wasn't something you saw every day.
Her impressive chest, which was quite noticeable even in her usual school uniform, was now practically bursting out of her green string bikini.
Fourth, the Class President.
She wore a white bikini, which seemed to emphasize her pure and innocent charm.
Her hair, usually in two braids, was now in a single thick braid down her back. She must have been wearing contacts instead of her usual glasses, as her bare face was on full display.
Honestly, it was quite unfamiliar.
In my mind, the Class President was someone who always wore glasses.
That didn't mean she wasn't pretty, though.
On the contrary, she was quite beautiful in a conventional way.
Finally, Yaguchi.
As befitting the girl known to have the largest bust in our class, her violent proportions, wrapped in a checkered swimsuit and short shorts, could easily be called dynamite.
She seemed to have left her usual green headband behind so it wouldn't get wet, and it appeared that thing had been sealing away her true beauty.
Instead of the headband, she had used a hair tie to pull her brown hair back, revealing the nape of her white neck. Since that part of her skin rarely saw the sun, it looked exceptionally fair.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed hard.
For a group of high school boys in the prime of their hormonal years, a sight like this was nothing short of poison.
Seeing even Ryuji, who usually acted like a block of wood, blushing was proof enough that the average looks of our group were indeed quite high.
Of the five who had flocked over, Sasha was the first to speak.
"What do you think, Kim Yoo-Sung? About my perfect body."
As she spoke, she struck various model-like poses. Honestly, with a body like that, it was incredibly provocative.
"I-I'm not gonna lose, you know?!"
Not to be outdone, Rika, a former part-time model herself, crossed her arms under her chest and struck a sexy pose.
Unlike her usual goofy image, her serious expression made her look strikingly exotic.
Watching the two of them, Karen let out a "Kuh—" and covered her own chest with her hands.
…Sorry for calling you a wall. It's not like you have nothing there.
Anyway, I knew what the two of them wanted to hear, so I nodded and said:
"You both look great."
At that, both of their faces broke into silly grins.
As expected, complimenting a girl on her looks is the model answer in any situation.
Meanwhile, Yaguchi, who was actively trying to appeal to Ryuji, didn't seem to be as shameless as the other two. She asked with a slight blush on her face:
"How do I look?"
Ryuji averted his gaze, darting his eyes around as he answered.
"Uh, yeah. It looks good on you."
"...Thanks."
Yaguchi's face turned red as she lowered her head.
It was a scene straight out of a story about youth.
Satoru, who had been watching us in real-time from the side, shouted.
"All you normies can just go and explode! No, just die!!"
Sorry, Satoru.
This one's on you for being unpopular.
*
Satoru's jealousy-fueled rampage caused a brief commotion, but we soon left the guesthouse to enjoy the summer beach right in front of us.
Perhaps because it was so close to Tokyo and it was peak vacation season, Onjuku Beach was swarming with people.
It was a literal sea of bodies.
Scantily clad men and women were enjoying their shining youth.
Satoru, now thoroughly cynical, declared that he would get a girlfriend this summer even if it killed him, and broke away from our group.
He stormed off alone to try and pick up girls.
His determination was so fierce that Ryuji and I didn't dare try to stop him.
He'll probably come back on his own before lunch, anyway.
We stuck the parasol we'd borrowed from Yaguchi's relative into the sand, laid a rubber mat underneath it, and placed our belongings on top.
In reality, our "belongings" were just some drinks, water, and cash.
Everything else was back at the guesthouse, so we didn't have to worry about losing anything.
"We're going to play beach volleyball now. What about you guys?"
Hearing that, I looked around at our group.
Originally, there were eight of us, which would have been perfect for splitting into two teams, but with Satoru running off to hit on girls, we were down to seven.
That meant it would inevitably be 3 vs. 4, and no matter which side I joined, the game would be unbalanced.
So, holding back my tears, I waved my hand.
"I'll just guard our stuff. Honestly, it'd be cheating if I joined in."
At least 3 vs. 3 would be fairly balanced.
Ryuji was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with me, but the opposing team had the physically gifted Sasha and Karen, so they wouldn't lose easily.
"Are you sure? You came all the way to the beach."
"It's really fine. Or Ryuji can play one game, and then we can switch."
My words must have sounded plausible enough, because the girls eventually agreed and split up to start their game of beach volleyball.
I sat down in the best spot to see everything, watching with a pleased smile as the balls bounced and swayed with every move.
*
"Karen, it's coming!"
"Ou! Leave it to me!"
"Wow! Get one for me!"
As expected, Sasha and Karen displayed perfect combination play.
They usually bickered so much, but it seemed that when it came to a fight, they were more in sync than anyone.
Sasha would receive the ball and set it up, and Karen would deliver a powerful spike, targeting the weak link on the other team: the Class President.
To be fair, the other team also had a weak link in Rika, but it seemed Rika was slightly better than the completely unathletic Class President.
It was like comparing apples and oranges, but seeing Rika make a few decent plays showed she wasn't entirely devoid of athletic sense.
After a close match with the score going back and forth, the two teams eventually finished at 13:15, with Ryuji's team as the final loser.
Ryuji gracefully accepted defeat and said he would go buy ice cream for everyone as a consequence.
His teammates offered to go with him, but he refused, saying it was something a man should do.
Thanks to him, the remaining five got to sit and rest for a bit while Ryuji went to the beach shack to buy ice cream.
There was a fair bit of distance between the volleyball court and our parasol, so I couldn't hear what they were saying, but seeing them all laughing, it seemed they were having an interesting conversation.
I was watching them with a fond smile from under the parasol when it happened.
Two guys who looked like they'd been pulled straight from a manga—tanned, blond delinquents—were approaching the girls from our class.
*
"Heeey~★ Found some cute girls, DAZE!"
"...Boss, don't you think it's about time you dropped that way of talking? Honestly, it's embarrassing to be seen with you."
"Shut it. It's not like I enjoy it. This is what's trendy in our line of work these days, so I'm just following along."
"That trend was from years ago."
"I get it, you punk."
The one called "Boss" grumbled as he took off the sunglasses on his face and placed them on top of his head.
He now looked like any other tanned, blond delinquent you could find anywhere, but it didn't feel out of place.
"I'm into the blonde over there. Who are you gonna go for?"
"I'll take the redhead."
"...You're into that type?"
"Wait! Don't get the wrong idea, sir! It's just because my first girlfriend was flat-chested, that's all!"
"Right, let's just go with that."
"No, I'm serious!"
The two chatted away, their imaginations running wild.
If things went well, this summer wouldn't be so lone—
"Hold on."
"Yes?"
Hearing a deep, heavy voice from behind them, the two turned their heads at the same time.
A 'monster' was standing there.
A hulking brute with muscles that looked like they could easily snap a person's spine in half.
He looked like he was in the same line of work, so the blond delinquent tried to resolve things with words.
"Um, is there a reason you called for us?"
His tone, unlike his usual arrogant manner, was extremely polite as he questioned the man.
It was only natural. The moment their eyes met, he had realized it.
The man standing before them was, as a male, on a completely different plane of existence from them.
The muscular giant looked down at the two of them and said:
"Leave while I'm asking nicely."
It was just a single sentence, but it held a magic that could not be refused.
"Yes, sir! Thank you for your concern!"
The tanned, blond delinquent bowed several times before immediately changing his path and leaving with his subordinate.
Kim Yoo-Sung, feeling proud of the fact that he had single-handedly protected the peace of the five girls, returned to his spot under the parasol.