Chapter 131: A Vacation at the Beach
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 131: A Vacation at the Beach
Just like when we first arrived at the villa, we took the buggy down to the shore.
The Onjuku Beach we’d visited before had been bustling with all sorts of people on summer vacation, but this was the President’s private beach, so we didn’t have to worry about prying eyes.
That’s why, for today at least, I cast off my t-shirt and charged out wearing nothing but swim trunks.
The Vice President, who had also trained his muscles to their absolute limit, did the same.
"Wait, but why are you wearing a fundoshi instead of a swimsuit?"
"You fool! Don't you know that a fundoshi is both excellent underwear and an excellent swimsuit!"
"...It's a bit much to look at, so go change right now."
"Yes, ma'am."
He hadn't even pretended to listen to me, but the moment the President gave the order, the Vice President immediately dashed off to the changing room.
It seemed he had a spare swimsuit.
I naturally turned my gaze toward the President and Minami.
"So, what do you think, Kim Yoo-Sung? Your thoughts on my swimsuit?"
The President, who had changed into her swimsuit before us, asked as she proudly puffed out her chest.
Pfft!
She might be a little short, but her proportions didn't lose out one bit to Rika, who was part British.
As if conscious of the fact she’d be a university student next year, her slightly daring black bikini overflowed with the charm of an older woman.
Forcibly dragging my gaze upward from where it was naturally trying to wander, I answered reflexively.
"You look beautiful, President."
I expected her to hide her mouth with her fan and laugh her usual Ohohoho!, but instead, the President blushed and mumbled, "Th-thank you."
What is this adorable creature?
As I stared blankly at the President for a moment, Minami, who was standing beside her in a pareo swimsuit, swept her brown bob behind her ear and asked.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"Ah, Minami, you look pretty too."
"...It feels like I had to fish for that compliment, but I'll let it slide this time."
With that, Minami took a step back behind the President.
A moment later, the Vice President, now in trunk swim shorts like me, burst out of the changing room.
"My lady! Have I kept you waiting long?!"
He was incredibly fast.
It felt like it hadn't even taken him five minutes to change.
Though he had the type of constitution that made him look thin with clothes on, once he took a layer off, his body was incredible.
Honestly, it was a mystery how those massive muscles could be hidden by a piece of clothing with so much less surface area.
Well, I suppose you lose if you start thinking too seriously about the logic of a rom-com world.
In any case, once the Vice President was also in his swimsuit and the entire student council had assembled, the President struck a Nio stance before me and declared grandly.
"Alright, then! The first-ever! Student Council Special Intensive Training Camp will now begin!"
"Clap, clap, clap, clap."
"Waaaaaah!"
Minami, perhaps finding it too bothersome, made clapping sounds with her mouth instead of her hands, while the Vice President responded with fervent enthusiasm.
They were cousins, but truly polar opposites.
"So, what exactly are we doing? You called it an intensive training camp, but I don't know what we're supposed to be intensifying."
Unaware of the details, I raised my right hand and asked. The President pointed her fan right at me.
"An excellent question, Secretary Kim Yoo-Sung. The goal of this special intensive training camp is the bond between the student council members! In other words, it's a program to strengthen our friendship!"
Bond? Friendship?
I had even less of an idea what she was talking about now.
"In any case, Secretary Kim Yoo-Sung, all you have to do is follow the program prepared by my excellent subordinates, Shinji and Minami!"
"Riiight..."
And just like that, the explanation for the camp was over in a flash. Finally, with everyone changed, we headed toward the large parasols and sunbeds set up on the beach.
"Whoa."
As expected of a private beach owned by a chaebol family.
Unlike the public beaches worn down by countless people, the sight of this shore, with Okinawa's pristine natural environment perfectly preserved, truly made it feel like we were on vacation in a foreign country.
A white sandy beach, a crescent-shaped bay, an emerald sea, and white waves.
I feel bad for constantly comparing, but it was an incomparably more beautiful place than Onjuku Beach, where we went last week.
"Since it's the first day of the camp, we'll be enjoying some free time until dinner. Everything you need for the beach has been prepared, so please enjoy yourselves."
Minami said, pointing to a white hut built on the shore.
In front of it lay flippers, life vests, and inner tubes, as well as shovels and buckets for building sandcastles, snorkeling sets, and even a rubber boat.
They had truly prepared everything but the kitchen sink.
And so began our leisurely free time on the private beach.
Each of us student council members began to enjoy the seaside in our own way.
There was Minami, who, despite coming all the way to the ocean, grabbed a shovel and bucket and began building a giant sandcastle on the beach instead of going into the water.
There was the Vice President, who put on a traditional snorkeling set made of bamboo instead of plastic and dived underwater.
And there was the President, who sat on a sunbed under a parasol, sipping a brightly colored cocktail, silently engrossed in a book.
As expected, the student council members were all overflowing with personality.
Unlike the other three, I went for a normal swim in the sea and was astonished by how unbelievably clean the water was.
It was so transparent that I could see the movements of all the marine life moving about below the surface even when I was just standing still.
I was watching things like an octopus crawling on the bottom, tropical fish with vibrant scales, coral, and shells, when I started to feel short of breath and lifted my head out of the water.
"Gasp!"
I hadn't timed it exactly, but I was so engrossed in sightseeing that I think I'd been underwater for about three or four minutes.
At this rate, it might be better to just wear a snorkel like the Vice President.
I came out of the water for a moment and started walking toward the hut to get the gear I'd seen earlier, when I saw the President, who had fallen fast asleep, and couldn't help but smile.
It seemed that even the supreme President, the sole honored one in heaven and on earth, couldn't escape the fatigue of travel. She was sound asleep with a book covering her face.
So as not to wake her, I tiptoed carefully past the parasol and grabbed the snorkeling gear laid out in front of the hut.
As I was about to head back to the sea, Minami, who was in the middle of building her sandcastle, asked.
"Not going to pounce on her?"
"Not pouncing!"
I yelled back in the smallest voice I could manage.
Minami stared at me blankly before speaking in a monotone voice.
"Useless, impotent, idiot. A virgin who wouldn't know what to do even if it was handed to him."
"...No matter how much you insult me, the answer is still no."
"A shame."
Minami, who usually gave up quickly on things that seemed unlikely, muttered that and then thrust her wrist deep into her nearly completed sandcastle.
Soon, a plausible-looking tunnel formed where her hand had passed. With a satisfied expression, she held up her shovel and asked.
"What do you think of my work?"
"It's impressive."
"I made it, so that's only natural."
Though not quite on the President's level, Minami, who had a healthy dose of self-love, said that and then glanced at the President, who was enjoying a deep sleep on the sunbed.
"She was so excited about this trip that she barely slept last night, so she must be exhausted. Let's let her sleep peacefully for an hour or two."
"Alright."
I agreed with Minami's opinion and headed back to the sea to enjoy some snorkeling as originally planned.
*
The President woke up about an hour later.
"Minami! Why didn't you wake me!"
"You were sleeping so soundly, my lady..."
"Kuh!"
Left speechless by the comment that Minami hadn't wanted to disturb her sleep, the President fell silent with a groan.
In any case, since we had come out to play rather late after lunch, the sun was already beginning to set over the beach.
It would be a little while before it set completely, but if we played any longer, we might not get back to the mansion until the sky was pitch black, so we decided to head back.
"President, don't be so disappointed. It's not like today is our only day."
"That's true, but..."
The President, who had been pouting over the fact that her precious free time had been wasted on sleeping, softened her expression a little after hearing my consolation.
Anyway, we got back into the four-seater buggy, just as we had on the way here, and returned to the mansion, where one of the two maids we'd seen earlier greeted us.
"Welcome back."
"Ah, yes. You're Miyabi-san, if I remember correctly?"
"Yes. Most people who see us sisters for the first time get us confused. I'm surprised you could tell."
"Your faces are the same, but your hairstyles are different."
At my reply, Miyabi, the mansion's maid, touched her hair as if it had been on her mind.
"In any case, dinner is already prepared. I will guide you to the dining hall."
She said this and began to lead the way.
We followed quietly behind her.
*
Dinner finished around 7 PM.
After being treated to a dinner that, like lunch, seemed to be a full display of the mansion chef's skills, we all returned to our rooms to recover from the fatigue of our beach outing.
Although I had briefly rinsed off the salt in the shower at the hut, a slightly sticky feeling remained, so I planned to take a proper bath in the tub attached to my room.
I was about to unpack my bag to get my toiletries and underwear.
Knock, knock!
Someone knocked on the door.
"Kim Yoo-Sung, are you in there?"
It was the Vice President's voice.
I put down the bag I was holding and opened the door.
"What's up all of a sudden, Vice President?"
The Vice President, standing at the door, pushed up his glasses and said.
"It's about tomorrow morning. We're planning to take a yacht out on the sea, so I came to tell you to wake up early."
"A yacht?"
"My lady was disappointed that she slept through most of her time at the beach. So Minami and I secretly spoke with Mr. Meguro and arranged it."
"I see."
I guess the scale of the rich really is different. A private island, a private beach, and now we were even going boating on a yacht.
Thanks to them, I felt like I was living in luxury.
After saying his piece, the Vice President returned to his room.
Left alone, I vaguely imagined what the yacht would look like tomorrow and entered the bathroom to take a bath.