My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"Would you like a full-body massage before applying the cream?"

"I've put up with your massage for a long time, what do you think?"

"I understand. You're suppressing your urge to have me massage you, right?" Shiraishi Sawa nodded 'understandingly,' clenching his fists and gently pounding the beautiful back.

"Take off my belt, it's so uncomfortable being pressed down like this."

Chiyo stopped complaining about the poor quality of the massage and instead said something.

The material of the bikini is indeed a bit stiffer than the one Soga Kirei is wearing.

"Roger that!"

Feeling the straps around her neck and back being untied—as was the style—Chiyo slightly lifted her body, pulled out her swimsuit, and placed it beside her.

"continue."

Shiraishi Sawa continued with the poor-quality massage, but soon stopped.

Without a doubt, they are all normal girls.

Feeling the restlessness in his body, and relieved that no one was paying attention, Shiraishi Sawa stopped the dangerous massage.

Start applying sunscreen and makeup base properly.

"How did you feel about the service from the top technician? Was it comfortable?" Shiraishi Sawa asked.

"Is it comfortable? Should I say it like this? 'No~'" Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawa with a smile, and a soft, sticky, almost slurred sound came out of her throat without warning.

!

Damn it, they were just getting restless, and now they're really taking action.

Don't drive.

Shiraishi Sawa sat up straight, making everything less obvious. He really wanted to slap this restless girl hard—but for now, he only dared to think about it.

"Hmph." Chiyo snorted lightly, expressing her disdain.

Without saying much, Shiraishi Sawa Hideya directly applied the cream to all areas including Chiyo's thighs.

The reason I don't apply sunscreen to my arms is because there's already so much sunscreen on them.

"Okay." Shiraishi Sawa took the bikini back from a distance and placed it next to Ichiyo, while turning his head away.

"Hey, baby dog, do you want me to help you apply sunscreen?" Chiyo Ichiru, dressed neatly, swept all her hair behind her shoulders, letting it fall like black water.

Soga Kirei, who had been resting, opened her eyes at this moment.

“I’ve made up my mind.” Shiraishi Sawa pointed at Kuramochi Sakura, “I want Kuramochi-san to apply it for me.”

The best approach is actually not to apply any makeup, but Shiraishi Sawa's skin tone is a pure Asian color, so even if it were darker, it wouldn't look very good.

"Whatever." Chiyo lay back in her chair and put on sunglasses that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, with the simple letters 'LV' written on the temples.

"Kuramochi-san! Could you help me apply some sunscreen?"

Shiraishi Sawa approached the two people, just as Kuramochi Sakura was applying sunscreen to Takanashi Yuuko—it was Kuramochi Sakura who had just been the one having sunscreen applied.

"Help Yuko with the paint first, then I'll think about it."

Upon seeing Shiraishi Sawa approach, Kuramochi Sakura immediately stopped what she was doing and placed the skincare products in front of Shiraishi Sawa.

It seems she always kept in mind her mission to make Takanashi Yuuko the winner.

"Apply, apply, apply the primer?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked, picking up the sunscreen.

"I've already applied it. Do you think I, a girl, wouldn't know this!"

Upon hearing the keyword 'girl,' Shiraishi Sawa subconsciously glanced at that area, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed undulating; it wasn't an illusion!

Girls are amazing!

Feeling the large, different hand from before, and the different temperature of the girl's hands covering her back, Takanashi Yuuko shyly buried her head in her hands.

Shiraishi Sawa, who noticed this situation, found it a bit amusing. Takanashi Yuko was exceptionally vigorous when she was alone with him in the apartment, and he was always the one who couldn't keep up.

But once other people are around, they 'revert to their true nature'.

"What did you apply? It's not evenly applied anywhere." Shiraishi Sawa was a little distracted, and Kuramochi Sakura said with a frown.

"How could that be? My sunscreen application technique has been honed through two trials and tribulations, and I've received two positive reviews!"

"That's not true. The application was terrible. I didn't say anything to save face for a 'country bumpkin,'" said Chiyo Ichiri, her eyes obscured by sunglasses.

Kuramochi Sakura looked at Shiraishi Sawa with a "what else do you have to say?" look, and reached out to smooth out the areas that hadn't been coated.

"Kuramochi-san! Do you still trust me, or do you still trust that fox?"

“I don’t trust anyone.” Kuramochi Sakura crossed her arms.

"I'm so disappointed. I trusted you so much, and I specifically asked you to help me apply sunscreen." Shiraishi Zexiu shook his head sadly.

"Avoiding the Shura Field, is that something we can now use such high-sounding words to describe? I'm not going to paint anymore. Let the three of them come. I suggest choosing Yuko."

Kuramochi Sakura said, watching the spectacle.

"Stop fooling around, it still has to be your Kuramochi-san, I still prefer to seduce you."

"Understood." Kuramochi Sakura pondered for a moment, then nodded, her eyes filled with ill intent.

--

"Hey! Kuramochi-san, are you doing this on purpose? Who pinches someone after applying sunscreen!" Shiraishi Sawahide shouted in pain as he admired the pattern on the beach mat.

"What do you mean by twisting? That's just spreading it evenly."

"You weren't like this at all when you were playing with the takin!"

“Men and women are different, that’s normal,” Kuramochi Sakura said bluntly.

.....

Shiraishi Sawa was in pain...suffering.

(It feels like I have to revise the story every day these past few days, even though it's all clean and simple.)

Chapter 258 Beach Volleyball, Sand Bathing, Sunset

The dappled sunlight filtering through the coconut palm leaves surrounds the handsome young man beneath the palm tree, reminding Chiyo of the masterpiece currently on display at the National Museum of Western Art in Tokyo.

If we disregard his comical tree-climbing antics—moving on both hands and feet—Shiraishi Sawa is now about two meters off the ground.

"That's a fake coconut tree, what are you doing, baby dog?"

Although she was wearing glasses, you could tell from her tone that her beautiful eyes, which were hidden behind her glasses, were full of disdain.

Due to its latitude, Japan has very few places with coconut trees, let alone a semi-enclosed artificial beach like this.

"I'll go up and take a look at those fake coconuts."

Completely unaware that there was anything wrong with his behavior, Shiraishi Sawa waved to the four girls who were watching him after hearing the voice.

"Perhaps these coconuts hold the world's treasures."

"Since you have time to search for the world's treasures, how about you help us get some fresh juice?" Chiyo shook her empty wine glass.

"Here I am." Shiraishi Zexiu let go of his hands and feet, struck a cool pose as he landed—in his own mind, but unfortunately no one applauded.

The world's treasures took a backseat to the smiles of these girls. Shiraishi Sawa Hide ran to the beverage shop and grabbed all the fruit juices they needed.

"Haven't you guys had enough of lying down? I already took a nap and got up. I only went to climb the tree because I was tired of lying down."

Holding a tray and distributing juice according to demand, Shiraishi Sawa felt like a waiter.

It's already 3 PM. The good thing about being here is that the sunshine and sea breeze are always just what you want, no matter when it is.

“That’s right, Yuuko. Let’s take a jet ski and lie on the sea later.” Kuramochi Sakura took a sip of strawberry juice and said to Takanashi Yuuko beside her.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't they just move to a different spot to lie down?"

Before Takanashi Yuuko could answer, Shiraishi Sawa interrupted her, gradually understanding where Kuramochi Sakura's -3 stamina came from.

"How about we play beach volleyball together!" Shiraishi Zexiu said, pointing to the volleyball net that had been standing not far away.

"Okay, you've been lying down long enough."

As Chiyo straightened up and stretched, her tall, curvaceous figure caught Shiraishi Sawa's eye.

Soga Kirei and Takanashi Yuuko had no objections, so Shiraishi Sawa Hide turned his gaze to Kuramochi Sakura, the only one who was hesitating.

"Kuramochi-san, come on, come on, get some exercise."

"Ah, okay."

Seeing that Takanashi Yuuko had also stood up, and realizing there was no point in staying, Kuramochi Sakura reluctantly followed.

Shiraishi Sawa chose an air volleyball, which is larger than a regular volleyball but about 100 grams lighter, making it perfect for girls to play casual volleyball.

No matter how hard you hit it, you won't get hurt or feel pain.

"How can we fight with five people?" Chiyo asked as they walked to the back.

The question is directed at everyone, but the viewer is Shiraishi Sawah.

However, Shiraishi Sawa was prepared for this and walked to the referee's table next to the volleyball net and sat down:

"Alright, you guys start with two-on-two matches. As the absolute strongest player, I'll act as the referee for a while, and then join in depending on the situation."

The actual situation is that they chose Kuramochi Sakura! This is also why Shiraishi Sawa insisted on calling her.

Kuramochi Sakura is already his savior.

The team assignments are also obvious: Kuramochi Sakura and Takanashi Yuuko will face Soga Kiri Ren and Ichiriki Chiyo.

--

Surprisingly, Kuramochi Sakura's volleyball skills were quite good. For a while, the two sides were evenly matched, not the one-sided game that Shiraishi Sawa had imagined, and the score was very close.

Everyone knows the rules, and since the purpose is to pass the time, no one cheats, so the referee basically has nothing to do.

However, Shiraishi Sawa was completely absorbed, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Spinning, jumping, I opened my eyes.

Every jump of the girl was a beautiful sight, and every cheer for scoring a point was a melodious symphony.