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The student council room seemed still at last. Groveling housepets and greedy council members having long been dismissed leaving behind the student council president and her ever-faithful secretary.
The glass of the windowpanes shimmered brightly as sunlight poured into the student council room casting an ethereal glow upon its occupants.
Kirari sat at her desk, blue eyes looking over a raunchy magazine Sayaka had confiscated earlier from one of the students. As she skimmed, she couldn’t help but be drawn to the large picture occupying the centerfold of the magazine consisting of a swimsuit model who looked eerily similar to Sayaka.
The more she looked, the stronger she felt the heat creeping up her body.
“What will it take to see Sayaka in a bikini?” the devourer sighed.
Kirari looked up from the magazine to focus on the girl in question, gears already turning in her head constructing a failproof plan to see the younger girl in a bikini.
The subject of her thoughts was sat at a nearby desk, hunched over a laptop presumably doing council-related tasks.
The sound of fingers clicking against a keyboard filled the quiet room.
“Sa-ya-ka.” Kirari lilted.
Sayaka immediately stopped typing, giving Kirari her undivided attention.
“Yes, President?”
The secretary watched with wide eyes as Kirari began to slowly saunter over to her desk with a predatory look in her eye.
“It appears to me that you deserve a break.”
Kirari placed one hand on Sayaka’s shoulder while the other reached for Sayaka’s hand moving it away from the laptop.
“Your council duties have been piling up on you recently,” she breathed into her ear, “and I wouldn’t be much of a girlfriend if I sat here and watched you work yourself to death.”
Sayaka was about to protest until she saw the look on her girlfriend’s face which left no room for arguments.
“What do you suggest I do for my break then?” Sayaka sighed.
“That is entirely up to you, dear.” Kirari jested, “It wouldn’t be your break if I told you what to do during it.”
Despite her words, Kirari’s thoughts aimed to telepathically manipulate Sayaka’s answer.
Please say “beach trip” please say “beach trip”, Kirari mentally chanted.
“Hm,” Sayaka hummed in thought, “Well, I suppose I’d enjoy a trip to the beach.”
Thank fucking god, Kirari sighed in relief.
“Very well,” Kirari clapped her hands together, “I’ll make reservations at the best reso-”
“No, Kirari,” Sayaka interrupted, “I mean an actual beach trip, not going to a beach resort.”
“You can’t possibly mean-”
“Yes Kirari, I mean going to a public beach.” Sayaka asserted.
Kirari visibly scowled.
“If that’s what you wish then-”
“I won’t allow you to rent out the beach either,” Sayaka added.
Kirari huffed, irritated at having her plans of alone time with a bikini-clad Sayaka foiled.
“I’d also like for you to invite your sister and Mary. I think it would be nice for the four of us to spend time together, especially since you need to learn how to get along with Mary.”
Kirari began to stomp her feet like a petulant toddler on the verge of a tantrum.
“I refuse to spend time with that imbecile my sister calls her girlfriend,” she said closing her eyes and crossing her arms.
Sayaka cleared her throat to gain her girlfriend’s attention and turned the laptop she was previously using towards Kirari.
“If you follow all my conditions, I’ll wear this.” Sayaka teased.
Kirari peeked open one eye to see what Sayaka was talking about only for her to stare wide-eyed at the bikini in question.
The bikini was black with a micro triangle top and a thong bottom leaving very little to the imagination.
Kirari vigorously nodded her approval as her mind began to produce images of Sayaka in that black bikini.
“I’ll inform Ririka immediately.”
--
The day was off to a bad start, at least for Kirari.
When Sayaka arrived at the Momobami estate wearing a t-shirt and shorts over her bikini, Kirari couldn’t even try to hide her disappointment.
“I thought you said you’d wear the bikini!” Kirari cried.
“I am,” Sayaka cooed trying to console her girlfriend, “But I want to wait till we get to the beach to show it.”
“You didn’t actually think Sayaka would just show up to your house in a bikini and walk around in it for the entire day, did you?” Mary laughed, “What are you, stupid?”
Just before Kirari was about to strangle Mary to death, Sayaka tugged her arm leading them to the waiting limousine.
The usually refined Momobami resorted to staring daggers at Mary who blew a raspberry in response.
--
The car ride to the beach was full of tension, to say the least.
While Sayaka and Ririka sat to one side of the limo, happily talking amongst themselves their girlfriends were engaged in the world’s most intense staring contest.
“Why does your face look like that?” Kirari teased.
“Like what?” Mary huffed.
“I don’t know,” Kirari sighed, “It just looks stupid.”
“Shut up bak-”
“What?” Kirari raised an eyebrow, “Are you going to call me a baka? Your sussy little baka?”
Mary was just about to launch out of her seat to tear out one of Kirari’s braids when the limo pulled to a stop.
“We’re here!” Ririka announced clapping her hands together.
Their chauffeur opened the door swiftly, helping Ririka and Sayaka exit the car first.
Turning around, both Sayaka and Ririka watched with concerned looks on their faces as Kirari and Mary fought over who would get out of the car first.
Kirari elbowed Mary in the face and made her way out of the car, a triumphant look on her face only to be smacked at the back of her head by Ririka.
“Hey!” the younger twin winced.
“Be nice to each other!” Sayaka and Ririka yelled in unison.
--
Much to Kirari’s dismay, the beach was crowded.
Kirari, Sayaka, and Ririka were huddled under a shared parasol, thanks to Kirari’s assertion that their skin was much too fragile to be under direct sunlight.
Mary could only mutter that she couldn’t care less about tanning.
“Ugh,” Kirari gagged, “there are too many plebeians here.”
“Hm,” Ririka hummed, “looks like we’re going to have a hard time finding a spot. Sayaka, are you really sure you wouldn’t rather go to a beach resort instead?”
Sayaka shook her head, clinging onto her girlfriend’s arm.
Mary couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Have you two never been to a public beach before?”
The twins both shook their heads sideways.
Mary slapped her forehead with her palm.
“The beach is always this crowded during the summer, so suck it up!” Mary huffed.
Sayaka turned to talk to Kirari only to find that the older girl had left her side. It didn’t take long for violet eyes to track the President among the crowded beach.
Kirari was stood in front of a young boy who was in the midst of building a large sandcastle that had presumably taken a significant amount of time.
“Ahem.” Kirari cleared her throat, “You need to move, you’re in my spot.”
“This isn’t your spot!” the boy huffed, “I was here first!”
“It’s my spot because I decided it’s my spot.” Kirari countered.
“That doesn’t even make sense!” the boy cried, “Find another spot! I’m building a sandcastle here!”
At his words, Kirari raised her right foot and slammed it down on the boy’s sandcastle, decimating his hours of work.
“Oh my, it seems you’re no longer building a sandcastle.”
The boy ran off in tears in search of his parents.
“Tsk.”
Kirari turned around only to find her fellow beach trippers giving her a disapproving look.
“Look!” Kirari laughed, nervously looking towards her girlfriend, “I found a spot!”
“Kirari there was no need to bully that little boy!” Sayaka scolded, “Go apologize to him!”
The younger Momobami swiftly shook her head, braids swaying slightly.
“I refuse.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Mary cried as she made her way over to the boy to apologize.
The blonde crouched down to be at eye level with the distraught boy.
“Hey kid,” Mary began softly, “I’m sorry that rich bitch over there was mean to you because she doesn’t understand what the word ‘public’ means.”
“EXCUSE ME-” Kirari yelled as she began to make her way over only to be held back by Sayaka while Ririka chuckled.
--
The sun was high in the sky as the heat scorched down upon the beachgoers.
“I thought you guys would have figured out how to put up the shade tent by now.” Ririka sighed.
Sayaka nodded her head in agreement, hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun.
“We would’ve,” Mary gritted her teeth, “if Miss Dumbass over here would listen to my instructions!”
“Who are you calling dumbass? Dumbass!” Kirari shot back.
“I told you to just raise this part of the leg so it clicks into place!” Mary instructed.
“I already tried that!” Kirari yelled, raising the leg of the tent once more only to hear a mechanical click.
“Oh,” Kirari giggled, “silly me.”
An angry Mary walked up to Kirari only to flick the clan head on her forehead.
“You’re going to pay for tha-” Kirari began.
“Ki-ra-ri,” Sayaka called sweetly, “Would you be a dear and apply some sunblock on my back please?”
Finally, the moment Kirari had been waiting for over the last two days had arrived.
Kirari’s mouth watered as she saw her beloved lily, scantily clad in the promised black bikini displaying her usually hidden figure while her face and body appeared slightly flushed from the heat.
“Yes dear, coming!” The student council president yelled back, eagerly running off.
“Ha.” Mary mocked crossing her arms, “She’s so whippe-”
“Mary, come put sunblock on my back!”
“Yes, Ririka!”
--
Kirari licked her lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration as she squeezed a glob of sunblock onto her palm while Sayaka’s bikini-clad backside awaited her ministrations.
After rubbing her palms together to lather the lotion, the blue-eyed girl finally began to apply the sunblock in a massaging motion.
Sayaka couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the feeling of the cool substance meeting her flushed skin causing a light blush to appear on Kirari’s face.
As she continued to massage the lotion onto her girlfriend’s back, Kirari tried hard to keep her growing inappropriate thoughts at bay and Sayaka’s actions were not helping.
“Hm,” Sayaka hummed, “Kirari, could you go a little harder?”
It seemed this had shifted from a simple sunblock application to a full-on massage.
Kirari put more pressure on her fingers as she made her way down Sayaka’s lower back coming dangerously close to her butt.
“Oh,” Sayaka let out a quiet gasp, “that feels so good”
Kirari immediately flushed, inappropriate thoughts flooding her head.
Stop being a perv, this is a completely normal reaction to a massage, Kirari thought as she continued kneading her fingers into Sayaka’s back.
However, when Kirari raised her gaze to check Sayaka’s face, she was shocked to see the familiar intimate expression of the younger girl biting her lip with her eyes screwed shut.
Forgetting where they were for a moment, Kirari’s hands continued their massage onto Sayaka’s butt.
“Mmmh fuck, Kirari” Sayaka whispered.
Kirari’s hands began to grow eager as they began to slip underneath Sayaka’s bikini bottom-
“Good grief!” Mary groaned, “There is a time and place for that and it is NOT right now at a public beach!”
“Okay!” Ririka said intervening before Sayaka lost all her dignity while pushing Kirari away from Sayaka, “I think Sayaka has enough sunblock on her!”
“But there are more places she needs sunblock on!” Kirari whined.
“I highly doubt Sayaka needs sunblock underneath her bikini bottom.” Mary laughed leaving the President and her Secretary to turn flushed and embarrassed.
--
Ririka closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the warmth of the sun.
Suddenly a dark shadow was cast over her, a figure stood in front of her obstructing the sun’s path.
Opening her eyes to see who was interfering with her tan, the older twin was surprised to see a first-year-looking pimply boy grinning at her.
“Um,” Ririka began, “may I help you?”
“No,” the boy shook his head, “but I can help you.”
“Not interested.” Ririka sighed closing her eyes once more.
“But-” the boy continued.
“Get lost kid,” Mary wrapped an arm around Ririka’s waist, “besides she’s already taken.”
“Well, to be honest. I was originally interested in the girl over there, but the girl next to her is scary.” the boy sighed.
Ririka and Mary looked in the direction the boy pointed only to be met with the sight of Kirari dangerously wielding Sayaka’s taser as Sayaka laid asleep to her side oblivious to her actions.
Blue eyes turned electric blue as she stared down at a boy that had dared to approach her girlfriend.
“Now,” Kirari grinned flicking the taser on and off, “what exactly did you want to say to my girlfriend?
“I swear,” the boy pleaded, “I had no idea she was your girlfriend.”
“Well, you wanted to say something to her. Now is the chance to say it.”
“I- I wanted to tell h-her,” the boy gulped nearly on the verge of tears.
“Spit it out,” Kirari said impatiently.
“-that she looked n-nice in her b-bikini.”
“I wonder,” Kirari mused, “if she would still look nice to you… if I gauged one of your eyes out. Which eye do you favor? The right or the left?”
“W-what!?” the boy stammered.
“I won’t repeat myself to someone like you. Now, choose before I pick for you instead.”
“Forget this!” the boy cried as he ran back to wherever he came from.
Waking up from her nap, Sayaka stirred lightly next to Kirari.
Harsh blue eyes immediately softened once they met bleary violet ones.
“How was your nap?” Kirari asked.
“Good...Were you talking to someone?” Sayaka asked.
“Unfortunately,” Kirari sighed.
“What did they want?”
“You, apparently.” Kirari stroked her girlfriend’s hair, “Don’t worry he was aptly dealt with.”
It was then that Sayaka noticed her taser in her girlfriend’s other hand and the pile of unconscious tasered boys lying a few feet from their spot.
“You’re not the only one who’s possessive and knows how to wield a taser, dear.” Kirari winked.
Mary and Ririka could only stare shocked at the display.
“Should we call an ambulance?” Mary whispered.
“No,” Ririka replied, “tasing people appears to be their love language for each other.”
--
The sun was low over the horizon, covering the water and the beach in beautiful red and orange hues.
The four beachgoers sat closely next to each other admiring the view, pleasantly tired from a day spent playing in the water and lounging on the sand.
“Thank you for this trip,” Sayaka said sweetly as she nuzzled further into Kirari’s side.
“You’re welcome,” Kirari smiled before pressing a kiss onto the top of Sayaka’s head, “I’m glad I listened to your conditions. I’ve enjoyed this trip.”
“Even if I’m here?” Mary butted in.
“Yes,” Kirari softly flicked Mary’s forehead, “even if you’re here.”
“Thank god the two of you finally started getting along.” Ririka sighed in relief, while her head laid in her girlfriend’s lap, “I no longer have to deal with Kirari and Sayaka’s gross romance alone.”
“Gross?” Sayaka laughed, “You’re just jealous because Mary isn’t as romantic as Kirari.”
“Kirari? Romantic?” Ririka mocked playfully, “please.”
“Hey!” Kirari and Mary both yelled in unison, “Be nice to each other!”
Ririka and Sayaka both looked at each other in shock before doubling over in laughter, their girlfriends following suit.
--
“I call shotgun on the ride back!” Mary yelled.
“There’s no shotgun seat in a limousine!” Kirari called back running after her.
Ririka and Sayaka looked at each other with the same look of happiness and content in their eyes.
“How lucky are we?” Sayaka sighed.
“Very.” Ririka smiled.