Makoto, wrapping her arms around her gigantic chest, blurts out something strange.
“Juniors really are bad boys…”
Kasumi-senpai is seen with her head down.
“Hehe.”
And finally, Rin flashes a triumphant grin.
It’s an utter chaos, five minutes before disaster strikes.
Honestly, it’s crazy that the atmosphere has sunk this low even after saying the truth.
This awkwardness is almost unbearable.
I feel like I might go insane.
‘Hey, Black Prince. How do you get out of this situation?’
[You asked for it. Your own doing.]
The Black Prince gives a nonsensical reply.
Just then, after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
“I can’t take it anymore. Hey you, please, please apply some sun oil on me too! I-I don’t have any scoundrel intentions, so don’t get the wrong idea! Got it!?”
Boom.
Olivia breaks the silence with a flustered declaration aimed at me.
“Eri wants it too! Eri wants to receive a sun oil massage from you, Master! Eri’s chest might be smaller than a cow’s, but it’s still a nice, full B-cup, so go ahead! Eri’s body and heart belong to you!”
“My lord! Me too, I want some sun oil…!”
“Junior, you’re applying some on me too, right?”
As she breaks the silence, Eri, Makoto, and Kasumi-senpai jump in, eager for some sun oil.
My head is pounding.
Exhaling deeply, I stood up.
“Alright, line up and lie down here.”
One wrong application of sun oil, and I’d be in for a world of suffering.
Eventually, I was free from the labor only after applying sun oil to everyone.
*
After the sun oil commotion ended.
Finally, it was shower time.
True to the light novel world that loves lucky lewd events, there was, of course, only one shower facility that didn’t differentiate between genders, with separate usage times for males and females.
Exactly the same layout as the dormitory large bathhouse.
I don’t know if it’s “ladies first” or what, but the order had the female students first, followed by the male students.
After a long wait, the female students’ shower time was finally over.
A group of female students, still drying off with towels, comes out of the beach shower in their swimsuits, chatting away.
‘Finally, time for a shower.’
My heart swelled with the anticipation of washing away the sticky salt and sand.
This shower time is my absolute favorite moment at the beach.
“Kim, you had fun today, right?”
“Bro, did you enjoy it?”
I casually responded to Ishihara and Yuji’s greetings before heading into the shower area.
Personal booths separated by dividers, much like a restroom.
I could already hear the refreshing sound of water from various stalls; someone must have already started showering.
Opening the door to the last booth at the very end without a thought.
“Gulp…!!”
There was already someone inside.
There was.
A beautiful girl with long silver hair reaching her waist and striking silver eyes, wearing a white bikini.
Student Council President Saionji Aris is barely holding back a scream, looking up at me with a flushed face and her mouth covered with her right hand.
Wait, is that Aris?
It should definitely be male students’ shower time right now…
My face contorts at that thought.
Could it be?
The classic luck-sucker event where the protagonist and the heroine get stuck in a shower booth together due to unavoidable circumstances at a beach event?
What the hell kind of messed-up light novel world is this?
As expected from a world that doesn’t seem to understand the concept of plot coherence or foreshadowing.
Falling into a kiss.
This damned light novel world constantly puts me to the test.
The shower booth isn’t that big.
It’s spacious enough for one person but feels cramped for two.
All thanks to this stupid lucky sucky event.
Who would have thought even the tiniest details would be designed around it, just like in those Japanese light novels?
I barely cling to the fading sense of reason.
Should I just leave now and go to another shower booth?
Maybe that’s the best option.
Just as I was about to slip out of the booth, ignoring Aris, she suddenly grabs my wrist.
“…Please don’t go, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung…”
She cuts off her sentence.
Aris’s pretty face turns pink.
She whispers softly in my ear.
I look at Aris’s face.
The same pretty face shows a flustered expression.
If it were the protagonist, he would undoubtedly stay and help the senpai in distress like the clueless light novel hero he is.
So what about me?
Was my earlier thought of escaping really the best?
What if I leave and another guy walks in here?
The thought of Aris getting close to another guy makes my mood plummet.
I’d rather die than witness that.
“…I won’t go.”
I stop in my tracks.
It’s better for me to stay close.
“Thank you.”
Aris whispers softly.
Swoosh.
Water sounds from neighboring shower booths fill the air.
“But Saionji-senpai, why are you here…”
Shh.
Before I can finish my sentence, Aris covers my lips with her finger.
I can feel her warmth.
This space is too cramped for two.
Aris’s warmth and scent surround me.
Against my will, my blood and heart race.
Aris bites her lip and whispers quietly in my ear with a flushed face.
“If we make too much noise, someone might hear us.”
The typical cliché line from a heroine during a tight-spaced event sequence.
It’s so generic it makes me dizzy, yet ironically, she’s right—if we make a sound, there’s a risk of being caught.
She wouldn’t want anyone to discover this side of her as the perfect Student Council President.
I totally get that.
Besides, there’s nothing good for me in being discovered like this either.
Given the awkward rumors from that time in Kyoto, I certainly can’t handle any gossip about being snug in a shower booth too.
I need to keep my voice down.
I lean closer to her.
Aris’s face flushes even more.
Slowly.
Aris silently retreats.
Thud.
Her back hits the wall.
Just before her skin touches mine, we stop at a dangerously close distance.
Thud. I press my right hand against the wall and whisper in her ear.
“Why on earth are you here at this time?”
An unintended wall bump.
Flinch.
As my breath brushed against her ear, Aris’s face turned as red as a fish that just popped out of the water, jumping and twitching.
Is she ticklish or something? What’s up with that?
Though, I’ll admit, it’s cute.
[Partner. Natural skinship following the wall bump, impressive! But isn’t it a bit too stimulating?]
The Black Prince casually remarks in my head.
Natural skinship? What’s that about?
As she said, this was an unavoidable situation to avoid making a loud noise.
The shower booth was too cramped for two.
In a scenario like this, no matter how hard I try, we inevitably have to bump into each other.
It’s a must-have scene in light novels where the protagonist and heroine are stuck in a tiny space like a cabinet and end up half-forced into each other’s arms.
If this were a light novel, it would have a black-and-white illustration vibe.
I used to complain that these setups for service scenes were contrived, yet here I am, living it. What an irony.
In front of a lucky lecher event, who cares about plausibility or believability in this crazy light novel world?
Anyway, as the Black Prince said, it is indeed a stimulating situation, but I can’t get swept up in it.
“Well… when I came in, the sign at the shower room clearly said it was for girls only… So, I came in, and now it’s turned into this situation.”
Aris murmured with a face full of crimson.
Switching the sign, huh?
That’s a classic trick that belongs in a B-grade romantic comedy manga.
I have no idea who pulled that prank, but it’s spilled milk at this point, so there’s nothing to be done.
I let out a sigh.
I whisper in her ear.
“Alright. Then let’s just wait here until everyone gets out of the shower.”
Flinch.
Aris trembles slightly.
I sigh inwardly.
With sand and seawater making me feel grimy, I want to wash up as soon as possible, but this is unavoidable.
For Aris’s sake, I have to endure.
It’s not like a slight delay would be catastrophic; I can manage that much patience.
“Uh… I’m sorry, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung.”
Aris whispers to me in a small voice.
“No, it’s fine. It’s nothing really.”
As I whisper in her ear, Aris flinches again.
[Partner, total pro. Absolute pro.]
The Black Prince comments while whistling.
Unbelievable.
What on earth does he mean by pro?
Swoosh.
The sound of water surrounds us.
“…”
An awkward silence hangs in the air for a moment.
Sand falls from my body onto the shower booth floor.
Aris’s gaze sweeps over my body.
“Mr. Kim Deok-Sung… Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
She speaks with a hint of concern.
“Not really… It’s not that uncomfortable.”
I shake my head slightly.
Truth be told, it is uncomfortable, but I could just wait a bit.
At my words, Aris whispers softly.
“I think you look quite uncomfortable. You can’t shower properly because of me… How about you just wash now?”
“Well, as you can see, the space is…”
I was going to say it’s too cramped, but Aris cut me off.
“When the shower time ends, the shower room will close. Also, if there’s no sound of water coming from this booth, people might get suspicious. The space issue is…”
Her face turns beet red.
“Well… I guess there’s nothing to be done then. I’ll just have to wash you myself.”
Aris murmurs in a small voice.
Wait, what?
“You’re going to wash me?”
What kind of nonsense is this?
“Did I hear that wrong?”
Aris nods with her face all red.
“It’s entirely my responsibility that Mr. Kim Deok-Sung is in such an awkward situation… I have no other intentions. I have no unhealthy or scoundrelly thoughts whatsoever. Really. I swear. I just brought this up to fulfill my responsibilities.”
Aris quickly rattles off her reasoning.
I know that her words aren’t just excuses.
She hates being in debt that much.
But still, being washed in such a cramped space is… embarrassing.
“Really, it’s okay…”
“I’ll wash you, so just stay still, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung. No arguments. Any objections will be dismissed.”
Saying that firmly, Aris starts rubbing a soapy shower ball against my body.
But this is a one-person shower booth.
It was too cramped for two, so Aris inevitably had to press up against me.
“Ugh…”
Her face turns even redder.
“Well, this won’t do for a proper shower.”
Aris mumbles in a small voice.
She’s right about that.
It’s so cramped that there’s barely any room for her to move her arms.
She lowers her head, then looks at me as if resolved to her fate and says, “It can’t be helped.”
Her silver eyes flicker.
“This is merely an unavoidable contact due to circumstances beyond our control, purely for your efficient showering. It is absolutely not a scoundrelly act. Do you understand, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung?”
As Aris continues to explain herself, her face, flushed to her earlobes, gets soapy suds smeared all over.
Wait, smeared?
In that state, she gently embraces me.
The soap bubbles on her body rise white between us.
“Ugh…”
Aris’s face grows even redder.
She starts rubbing against my body.
Aris’s soft chest, wrapped in her swimsuit, squishes against me along with the soap bubbles.
This is dizzying in another sense.
Of course, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened.
That day.
The time I had to share a bed in a love hotel with Eri, when she barged into the bathroom claiming to help wash my back.
But the decisive difference between Eri and Aris has to be… size.
Unlike the underwhelming Eri, the touch conveyed by Aris’s curvy and ample chest and slim waist keeps enticing me more.
Rin’s oil massage earlier seems dull in comparison.
[Partner, aren’t you totally living it up?]
I can’t even respond to the Black Prince’s comment.
I need to calm my aroused body against my will.
There’s no need to make this embarrassing situation worse.
With superhuman self-control, I desperately suppress my urges.
Just when my self-control was reaching its limit…
“It’s over.”
Aris, with her shoulders flushed, disconnects from my body.
‘That was a close call.’
[You almost died, huh?]
The Black Prince chimes in again with unnecessary teasing.
I don’t feel the need to respond.
Well, to be honest, I didn’t entirely dislike it.
It’s just that this situation is a bit awkward.
“Now we just need to rinse it off with water.”
Thud.
As Aris works the shower, water pours out from the showerhead.
Swoosh…
With the sound of the water, the soap bubbles on my body are washed away along with sand and salt.
Yeah, this is how a shower should be.
After a hard-earned shower, it felt refreshing and sweet.
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