CH 114

Nothing But Porori

Translated by Dawn

Nothing But Porori

“Okay, one by one, let’s show off our swimsuits in front of Honey♪”

“Okay, look, honey, here’s the swimsuit I choose.”

As she said this, Kiriha began to undress, and my eyes widened as she did so.

When Kiriha rolled up her skirt to take off her clothes, her melon-sized breasts lifted up, revealing her lower breasts, which were normally hidden from view.

—Big!

Then, as the hem of the dress went over the apex of her breasts, her breasts, adorned with an exciting red bra, fell down in a barreling, dynamic bounce, left breast, then right breast, in that order.

—Huge!

Moreover, during this time, Kiriha’s face was hidden by her clothes, so I could stare at her breasts shaking as much as I wanted without worrying about Kiriha’s eyes on me.

—HUGE!

When she pulled her head out of her collar, Kiriha’s long, lustrous, flaxen hair softly spread and fluttered against the blue sky, as beautiful as a sea goddess.

“Geez.”

Happily, she turned her back to me to hide her breasts, and then she rolled her upper body over and pulled down her shorts.

At that moment, her bottom was slightly thrust out, and her round, voluptuous hip line was exposed at a dangerous angle from the waist part of her shorts.

The white buttocks protruding from the shorts on either side were too erotic.

Again, I could stare at it without worrying about KIRIHA’s eyesight, so I forgot to blink and just watched.

—Guh, Kiriha. She totally knows how to charm me with her undressing! It’s a good thing I did the gymnastics sit first. Ha, no way, That Shisae, she predicted this!

—That’s right, Honey-chan. She is legitimately setting up a low angle and letting her guard down. Everything is in the palm of Shisae’s hand.

I had no doubt that Shisae thought so, although the voice in my mind was my imagination.

—As frustrating as it is, all I can say is thank you Shisae for now!

“Hey, Honey♪”

Kiriha, who had removed her shorts and was now wearing a sexy string bikini that showed off her waist, a micro bra with a cleavage knot, and flip-flops, turned around and winked at me with a sparkling smile while flashing me her white teeth.

“Do I look good in my swimsuit?”

I was mesmerized by her smile, while her flaxen hair fluttered in the air and her ample breasts caught up one step too late.

“It is the best.”

It was such a great sight that I couldn’t help but be respectful.

I was resentful that I couldn’t have this time forever.

“Fuooooo! Kiriha-chan is a Japanese national treasure!”

But Shisae had no hesitation in displaying the REC mark above her head. What an unbelievable person she was. I must ask her to send me the video later.

“Ehehe, I’m glad that Honey is happy.”

And the moment Kiriha smiled and jumped a tiny bit, the knot that was tied like a present ribbon, in her cleavage, loosened.

At that moment, a conflict of 100 advances and 100 retreats was born inside me.

Should I warn Kiriha and make her tie the knot again, or should I pretend not to notice and enjoy the lucky sukebe?

The choice was gone because I was wondering, and the [ribbon] fell to the beach.

—Uoooooo!?

“….Eh?”

Apparently, the sole was not a knot in the bra, but a separate part.

The red bra still encased Kiriha’s breasts.

I looked up and saw Kiriha smiling evilly at me.

“Did I get your hopes up?”

“N-no, you didn’t”

Biting my lower lip, I squirmed, buried in embarrassment and defeat.

Shisae held the fallen ribbon to her nose and took a deep breath. I respected her for doing that in this situation.

Then Miina, Maya, and Maria took off their clothes in that order and put on their swimsuits.

Even though I knew that they were wearing swimsuits, the very situation of girls taking off their clothes in front of me was irresistibly sexy.

By the way, Maria was wearing a black monokini, which was a combination of a bikini and a one-piece swimsuit.

The thin cloth connecting the bra and panties of the bikini went through her stomach, making it look like a sexy bikini when seen from behind, but a modest one-piece when seen from the front.

“Honey-san, are you pleased with my swimsuit?”

I was already very excited when Maria, who was usually emotionless, asked me in a slightly anxious tone of voice, and that too with an upturned look in her eyes.

“I’m very pleased. You are the best, Maria. As expected from my wife.”

Maria’s cheeks flushed, and she exchanged a tiny fist bump with Kiriha.

I wonder what was discussed between them.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Everyone is so erotic! Boing boing! Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, Maiko-chan, take off your clothes too!”

“Fuyaa!? But taking off your clothes in front of a boy, even when wearing a swimsuit, is still a bit much.”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking! Let’s go, Kiriha-chan!”

“Okay♪”

“Nooooo! Stooooop!”

Kiriha and Shisae were trying to rip off Maiko’s clothes from her, who screamed and did not want to do so.

It was a rare scene of two girls taking off a girl’s clothes, but it had a sense of naughty immorality, and it was a different kind of excitement.

“Nooo! It’s slipping off! My swimsuit is slipping off! I can’t be seen like this!”

“It’s safe to slip out at least once, isn’t it? So let us enjoy them!”

As Shisae’s excitement reached its maximum, Maiko’s bra finally slipped down and the cherry-red peak of her bra flashed out.

My excitement was also at its peak.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!”

“You stupid!”

The sole of Matsumi’s foot was slammed into the face of Shisae, who was snickering while wearing the stench of crime.

However, since the kick was made while activating her healing ability, Shisae’s face was unharmed.

“Oh, she’s flying.”

Kiriha looked at Shisae, who was rolling on the beach as if she were a stranger.

“Gyaaaah! It’s hot! It’s burning! The sand is a frying pan!”

As Shisae retreated, Kiriha unwillingly removed her hands from Maiko.

Maiko curled up and hid behind Maria’s back while fixing her swimsuit.

“You are all idiots, you know that? Just take off your clothes as quickly as you can.”

With a tone of exasperation, Matsumi deftly took off her clothes.

I froze at the sight of her white, half-cup, front-hook bra, my eyelids raised so high I thought my eyes would fall out.

Everyone was astonished.

Because, no matter how one looked at it, Matsumi’s bra was not a swimsuit bra.

We dropped our chins, our cheeks twitching as Matsumi continued to strip off her shorts, revealing a pair of finely embroidered white [panties].

Matsumi, now in her [underwear], looked puzzled as she saw us staring at her.

“What? What is it, guys? What’s wrong with my swimsuit?”

Matsumi looked down at us as she put her hands on her hips and stood in a regal, dignified position of dignity.

“Kiriha, who wears string pants, is much more erotic than I am….!?”

Matsumi’s dignified eyebrows lifted and her victorious expression hardened into the color of autumn leaves.

“No…no way…?”

Matsumi looked up, moving awkwardly like a tin doll that had run out of oil, while her ears, neck, and even her upper tits, for that matter, were stained a faint pink color.

After repeatedly moving her gaze back and forth between me, who was staring at her with my eyes like saucers, and her own body, tears began to well up in Matsumi’s eyes.

“A…a…aah…aahh.”

And.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Matsumi cried out as she collapsed forward, covering her bra and panties with both arms.

“Why why why why!? Clothes!”

“But the clothes that Matsumi took off were added to the beak by an Okinawa rail and flew away.”

It was the work of Shisae.

“Nooooo! Swimsuit! My swimsuit!”

Matsumi crawled around the beach, her butt wiggling, and attached herself to her travel bag.

A look of relief crossed her face as she pulled an orange bikini out of the bag.

“Okay, if I just change into this!”

With her hands behind her back, she unhooked her bra and Matsumi took off her white bra.

—■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!?

A pain ran up the back of my nose and the smell of blood filled my nostrils.

Matsumi’s F-cup breasts were more than ample in volume, although they were outclassed by Kiriha’s in size, and the ideal domed breasts with their firmness and elasticity and brightly colored apex were irresistible and provocative.

“Eh? EH!? Aaahhhh!?”

When Matsumi’s eyes met mine, a scream twice as loud as before echoed throughout the island.

An Okinawa rail snatched Matsumi’s bra and flew away.

Shisae, don’t force a flightless bird.