Put Some Oil on Me
The employee's face, twisted in a bizarre mix of shock and admiration directed at me.
And the two Eunhas, who had caught on to what that gaze meant.
Swish, whoosh!
The curtains on Fitting Room A and Fitting Room B slammed shut simultaneously, as if on cue.
They were probably both feeling extreme embarrassment right now...
Of course, in situations like this, the people watching feel even more embarrassed than the ones on display.
Which meant I was the one drowning in shame.
"... "
"... "
A heavy silence settled between me and the employee, with the closed curtains as a barrier.
The employee stared blankly at the curtains in turn, then fixed his gaze on me again.
His eyes held an even stranger glint than before.
What was it? Like a scholar who'd just witnessed some transcendental puzzle beyond human comprehension?
I have no idea what I'm even saying anymore.
After a brief moment like that.
Swish.
Finally, the curtains on both fitting rooms parted once more, and out stepped Eunha and Eunseo, changed into their outfits.
"D-Do... Dojin, how's this outfit...?"
"Jagi-ya, doesn't this feel a bit too prim?"
Both had picked perfectly ordinary, modest ready-to-wear clothes.
Eunha wore a white shirt blouse, and Eunseo a beige ribbed knit.
Conservative designs with zero cleavage below the collarbone.
Just simple stuff, perfect for casual outings!
But.
"Jagi-ya, what's wrong?"
"It doesn't suit me...?"
"It's not that it doesn't suit you... either of you."
How do I even put this? The designs were pretty. Neat and nice.
The problem was the contents.
The buttons on Eunha's white shirt were screaming for mercy at her chest, on the verge of popping off.
Every breath she took made the gaps between them gape precariously.
And Eunseo's beige knit was even worse.
The thin, body-hugging ribbed fabric laid her bust's full volume bare.
This won't do.
Yeah, this just wouldn't do.
I glanced around subtly, and the male customers passing by had all frozen, staring blankly like they'd coordinated it.
It hit me anew: both Eunha and Eunseo had looks that drew every eye.
Figures like that didn't help.
"Neither of you can wear stuff like this."
"Huh? Why not?"
"It doesn't suit me? I picked these pretty carefully, though..."
As I waved my hand dismissively, both of them pouted and grumbled.
"Why...? The waist fits perfectly. The chest is a bit tight, sure, but it's not that bad, right...?"
"No. Absolutely not. Get back in there. Hey!"
At my words, they both made reluctant faces and vanished behind the curtains again.
What kind of clothes should they pick?
I stood up and strode over to the dazed employee.
Pointing to the rack of the most luxurious line in one corner of the store—loose silhouettes, premium stuff.
"From there to here."
"Pardon...?"
"Every size that's got some room to it in this line. I'll buy them all."
As I pulled out my card and spoke, the employee's eyes nearly bugged out again.
A few million won, maybe?
Even a rough eyeball told me it was easily that much—insane volume.
I could've worried about overspending, but come on, I could afford this!
I'm a crypto whale!
"Understood. For your little sister and big sister, then."
The employee took my card with trembling hands, shooting me another look of pure, heartfelt awe.
Wealth, skill, and two beauties? His eyes were screaming it.
And little sister and big sister. I added defensively once more.
"Just to say it again, it's really not what you think."
"Ah, yes. I didn't say anything, sir."
"No, your face is saying it all. It's a misunderstanding."
"I really haven't said a word."
The employee replied like that as he tapped at the POS machine.
I could only press my forehead against the oncoming headache and let out a deep, resigned sigh.
About two hours later.
We arrived at a quiet seaside spot outside the city.
(The clothes we'd bought? The store said they'd courier them—VIP service or whatever. Never imagined perks like that.)
The sounds hitting my ears were refreshing and nice.
Whoosh.
Splash.
Cool waves crashed against my eardrums, salty sea air tickling my nose.
A weekday afternoon.
Not some famous tourist beach either, so the wide expanse of white sand was nearly deserted, hardly a soul in sight.
Perfect. Really perfect. A peaceful vibe I hadn't felt in ages.
"Whoa—! The ocean!"
"It's been forever since the sea."
Eunha and Eunseo hopped out of the car grinning ear to ear.
Seeing their outfits, I fell into that familiar odd dilemma again.
More like... is this really appropriate? That kind of vibe.
Eunha and Eunseo wore black and white rash guards, respectively.
The sporty, wholesome kind for UV protection and minimal exposure. Definitely.
But.
...
Honestly, no exposure didn't mean much.
The special tight-fitting material only accentuated their explosive curves even more.
Slim waists aside, both had those pronounced chest swells—you know, whatever you call 'em. They were there.
And the lines of their hips and asses kept drawing my eyes with every move.
Is this... really okay?
Back home, when Eunha wore a bikini, it hadn't fazed me much.
Just felt like she was putting it all out there, you know?
But in rash guards like this... it looked even sexier somehow.
For real.
Of course, I kept my mouth shut. Just enjoy it.
Yeah. That's all.
No one's around anyway.
I rationalized it to myself like that.
We set up camp in the middle of the beach, a safe distance from the waves.
Popped open a parasol for a big shady spot, laid out a mat underneath, and sat.
(Rented near the beach. Pissed me off that the owner only took cash—nearly decked him. For real.)
I lounged in the shade, legs crossed, while the two splashed around, then came panting back under the parasol.
"Haa, so cool."
"But the sun's hotter than I thought."
Eunha and Eunseo sat side by side on the mat.
"Want me to grab some drinks?"
I said that and stood, but I sensed a weird tension.
Their eyes met in midair with a sharp zap?
Call it weird, but I swear I felt telepathy sparking between their gazes.
And as if on cue, both turned to me at once.
"Dojin."
"Jagi-ya."
Bad feelings are always spot-on. I flinched.
"Put some oil on me."
"Me too, jagi-ya. Every nook and cranny."
They glanced around, confirmed no one was watching.
And.
Ziiiip. Zzzip.
Without hesitation, they yanked down the front zippers of their rash guards all the way.
"... "
They flung off the rash guards, revealing precarious slivers of bikinis on their bare skin.
I'd never bought bikinis like that. They must've conspired ahead.
Plain scraps of fabric digging into flesh, over half their breasts spilling out against gravity—that visual punch.
Flap.
Eunha and Eunseo ignored my stare and flipped prone side by side on the mat.
Smoothly arched spines, sun-glistened pale lower backs, bikini bottoms biting into hip and ass...
"Gonna lose it..."
I whipped my head around frantically, scanning the area.
Thank god—really thank god—no eyes on us.
Just the crashing waves to mask this intimate tension.
Peeking up at me from prone, Eunha blushed and pleaded.
"Hurry... it's embarrassing, okay?"
Beside her, Eunseo twisted her waist seductively, murmuring languidly.
"Jagi-ya. Hurry and do me too, yeah?"
I took a deep breath. No more today. For real.
Yeah. This was... just for enjoying the beach. Not temptation.
That's what I'd go with.