Eun-jung's Bikini Gift
After riding the bus down the road for what felt like forever, we finally arrived at Eun-jung's family private beach. The view opened up refreshingly wide, golden sand and sapphire sea filling my eyes at the same time. Before anyone could say a word, we piled off the bus and stood there marveling—until a few of the girls let out excited squeals and charged straight onto the sand.
"Whoa, the ocean!"
"Hey! Put the luggage away first! You're seriously going to play in those clothes?"
Eun-jung's sharp voice stopped them cold. The girls who had been racing ahead deflated like scolded puppies and trudged back. Of course they didn't want to ruin the cute outfits they'd spent so long picking out.
"See that building up ahead? Just ask the staff in suits and they'll show you to the rooms."
"Aren't you coming with us, Eun-jung?"
"I've got something to take care of first. You guys go on ahead."
I followed her gesture and spotted an elegant white building beyond the short stretch of road. Every room seemed to have its own balcony. The whole place looked like a luxury villa straight out of an overseas movie. It was also huge—clearly built with large groups in mind. Seeing it now, I was struck again by just how wealthy Eun-jung's family really was.
"…Honestly, hanging out there looks more fun than the beach."
"I totally agree."
While everyone murmured in awe, I started to follow my friends toward the villa, but—
"Seon-ah, wait a second."
"…?"
Eun-jung grabbed my collar and pulled me to a stop. When I turned, I found her wearing a distinctly unhappy expression.
"…We need to talk."
"W-what about? Let me put my stuff down first…"
"No. Talk first."
I had a guilty conscience, so I stammered and tried to step back, but Eun-jung closed the distance and pressed herself right up against me.
"You've been acting weird all day, Seon-ah. Every time I tried to touch your chest on the bus, you kept pulling away. And you wouldn't even let me kiss you."
"…"
Just as I thought. On the bus ride here, I'd gently pushed her hands away a few times. Apparently it had bothered her.
"Did I do something wrong? If you're upset, tell me now…"
"I-it's not that!"
The truth was that Han-na's confession had me holding back even casual skinship with my friends until I gave her an answer. But because I'd been acting so unlike myself—refusing to let her touch my breasts—Eun-jung had clearly jumped to the wrong conclusion. My head was already a mess, and now this misunderstanding on top of everything.
…Fine. We'd come all the way to the beach. There was no point in spending the trip blushing and fighting over something small. I'd act normal with my friends until the trip was over—kissing, pussy management, everything. Once it ended, I'd give Han-na a clear answer and think about the rest afterward. If I didn't end up dating her, we could just go back to how things were.
I sorted my thoughts, then gave Eun-jung—who looked genuinely anxious after being denied for just two days—a more effective way to feel my sincerity.
"Y-you can… hngh… touch me as much as you want…"
I took her hand and guided it under my crop top, letting her palm press against my breast. The anxious look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a bright, sunny smile. The speed of her mood swing was almost frightening.
"Really? Then can I touch your pussy too?"
"…Yeah. But first we should—mmh… unpack, so later…"
She hugged me tightly from behind, one hand kneading my breast while the other stroked my pussy over my hot pants. I was trying to push her away when I heard a car engine rumbling behind us. Who else was coming?
"Ah, looks like they're finally here."
"Who else did you invite…?"
"Didn't I tell you? I invited two teachers to supervise the students."
Teachers? I glanced at the car pulling up beside us and quickly shoved Eun-jung to the side. No matter who it was, I didn't want them seeing us touching each other's pussies.
The teachers who stepped out were—
"It's been a while… Lee Seon-ah."
"Oh my, were you waiting to greet us? How sweet."
Han Soo-hee and Seong Mi-na. It made sense for Mi-na since she was our homeroom teacher, but why did it have to be Han Soo-hee of all people? Eun-jung didn't know that Han Soo-hee was blackmailing and raping me, so she'd probably invited her based on their old connection.
"Welcome, teachers. You're earlier than I expected."
"It's been ages since I've been to the beach, so I basically pestered Soo-hee until she gave in. Right, teacher?"
"…You did call me from the crack of dawn."
Han Soo-hee wore a lazy expression and a white two-piece that perfectly showed off her signature slender figure. Designer sunglasses perched lightly on her nose. Beside her, Mi-na grinned playfully in a simple beige dress.
…When did those two get so close? Then again, Han Soo-hee was technically a teacher at the academy now, so it wasn't impossible.
"Go ahead and take your luggage inside. The staff will park the car for you."
"You're not coming with us?"
"We still have something to do here…"
"W-we'll come too! Give me the bags. I'll carry them."
I pried Eun-jung's arm from around my waist and hurried over to Mi-na's side. Even though Eun-jung was pouting at me, just because I'd said she could touch me didn't mean I wanted to be groped right now.
We cut across the girls—who had already changed into swimsuits and were heading for the beach—and finally stepped inside the building. Han Soo-hee and Mi-na decided to share a room together, so I dropped their luggage there before heading with Eun-jung to the large room our whole class would be using. It wasn't far from the teachers' room and had the same setup as our school trip—multiple futons lined up across a spacious floor.
"Oh, right. Seon-ah… here, take this."
"What is it?"
I'd just set my bag down in an empty corner when Eun-jung held out a small shopping bag.
"You didn't bring a swimsuit, did you?"
"…Ugh."
"That's what I figured, so I bought one for you ahead of time."
"…Thank you, Eun-jung."
It was embarrassing that she'd read me so easily, but I was relieved I wouldn't have to wear that stiff academy swimsuit. A navy one-piece on a private beach like this? No way.
"Can I open it?"
"Sure. Take your time changing. I bought something for myself too, so I'll meet you out there."
"Got it. See you soon!"
The door closed with a heavy thud as Eun-jung left. Heart pounding, I opened the shopping bag and pulled out what was inside. It didn't feel bulky enough to be a rash guard…
What I found was—
"…What the hell is this?"
A micro bikini set that was basically just strings.
"Haa…"
I let out a soft sigh and stood in front of the mirror hanging on the wall. Below my flushed face was a smooth collarbone, with red strings running down on either side to frame my large breasts vertically. Tiny triangles of fabric only appeared right at the tips—barely enough to cover anything. It looked like leftover scraps from another outfit. The pink edges of my areolas peeked out from the sides. The fabric was so thin it clung obscenely to my skin, clearly outlining the shape of my nipple piercings.
It wasn't really covering my breasts at all—just barely hiding my nipples in the most vulgar way possible. Below that, the bikini bottom was little more than a thong. Like the top, the fabric was ridiculously narrow, only just covering my slit. Calling it a swimsuit felt embarrassing.
I stared blankly at the lewd sight that somehow looked even more obscene than being naked. Before I knew it, I swallowed hard. What would happen if I actually walked around the beach like this? Just imagining it made my nipples push insistently against the tiny fabric, hardening into stiff peaks, while sticky nectar seeped from my pussy.
Before looking in the mirror I'd told myself I wouldn't wear it no matter what, but now I found myself slowly walking toward the beach in a daze. With every step, my heavy breasts—nipples proudly erect—jiggled up and down, and the thin strip of fabric wedged itself deep between my pussy lips.
Staff members passing by stared at me in my slutty outfit with wide eyes before quickly looking away. The more they did, the more my head grew hazy and floaty. I wanted them to look more. I wanted to see them panic at the sight of me.
Basking in their gazes, I lifted a hand and pretended to accidentally slip one of the bikini triangles aside. The silver heart-shaped piercing on my fully erect, trembling nipple was exposed to the open air.
"Huu… ngh, ah, haa…"
The sensation alone was enough to make me come. I stopped in the middle of the path to the beach, body quivering. Only after feeling my pussy juices drip slowly down my thighs did I start walking again in a trance. The distance hadn't seemed that far, yet it took me a long time to finally reach the beach.