Cherry Blossom Palette: Summer by the Sea
Chapter 43: Sunblock Shenanigans (Superlative)
Sunshine Arc
Written by EmtenDew
Edited by P. serrulata
Author's note:
ED:"Advanced" was nothing! Let's go for broke!
I really wanted to separate this from the previous chapter, and I'm happy I did.
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I guess I have to check out at least ONE episode near the end of Pokémon Journeys. Apparently, Ash and co. run into a Hatenna and its evolved forms, and the evolved forms are NOT friendly, showcasing the worst their species have to offer.
I guess in the last episodes, Ash also runs into a Latias, but it wasn't the one that was so fond of him and kissed him at the end of the fifth movie (it HAD to be Latias, not Bianca), so I might have to pick and choose a few episodes from Journeys to watch.
In Horizons, I'm wondering what will happen if Dot's Tinkatink meets Amethio's Corviknight.
I also want to see some episodes about the Rising Volt Tacklers joining the crew in the past.
An episode or two about Friede and Orla's childhood would be awesome, considering that they're childhood friends, how one became a researcher and the other an engineer (one reason I love Orla).
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I don't know about you, but I think Professor Burnet is best waifu in Pokémon Sun & Moon. She's just so adorable and smart and has a great design. I do wish that there had been more buildup with her and Professor Kukui's romance though. They could've shown them as being childhood friends or off-and-on lovers, but they just had them propose to each other on the beach after the first arc of Season 2.
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Since the South Park video game Snow Day was so bad, I haven't thought much about that little mountain town, but it seems a new special is up, one about combating obesity. I guess Randy gets addicted to diabetes pills, so that's a recipe for disaster. I don't have or want Paramount Plus, so I'll have to find it somehow. PS says that he hasn't seen it either.
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I'm happy to say that I made it through another semester of grad school, doing as well as I hoped. One more year should see me finishing up. I have enough to keep me busy during the summer, but I'm hoping to have more time to work on my fic.
PS has been kind of hard to pin down in the last few weeks, though he'd been able to finish what I need him to. I know that he's still planting, because he'd been dealing with some flooding in a few of his fields. I wish I could understand half of what he says about farming, but I'm sure he'd be almost as lost if I started geeking out about stress tolerances of steel dependent on the height of a skyscraper.
I've been trying to rely less on him, and I'm not passing EVERY little thing by him, so I've been seeing more mistakes, not that he didn't occasionally miss things. Hopefully, once his planting is done, he'll be able to relax and help me when he has the time.
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Nagatoro's worthless front finally crumbled, not that it did anything to improve canon Chapter 150. She might be crying, but it's still only about her, though her own self-worth is almost nonexistent, not that she has much reason to feel like much. Her siblings are scum and a big reason why she's such a piece of work, so they're not helping a thing. Really, Nagatoro has no right to be upset with Naoto. Her friends shouldn't support her in this situation, knowing what she is. They all blame Naoto above all, though he's only a small fraction of the problem.
Gamo-chan especially has no right to be that upset with Naoto, and he shouldn't have taken her guff (not that he could do much to shut her up). She should best know the sort of person her best friend is, but since she doesn't, Naoto could enlighten her on WHY he has trouble being open with the little POS. She should consider how awful ALL of the girls have been to him, treating him like they want him to off himself and doing so on the regular, and how that's affected him. I don't think she cares even a little bit what he's going through on his end.
One of the worst things that girls do (I did it) is side with their friends no matter what and be upset with or hate someone just because a friend is. I wish I'd learned how wrong it was before I finished high school.
And Naoto shouldn't blame himself or feel guilty about skirting the subject of the semi-nude sketch, which I don't even consider lying, considering he knew his work would never be received in a reasonable, mature manner, even if he was transparent about it, and he never had the chance to explain himself anyway. His buddies should've told him to run after hearing what happened. Hana should've told him the same.
Chasing after Nagatoro is always foolish, and Naoto should be smarter by now than to take the bait. As my editor might say, "It's like playing Russian Roulette with a loaded Glock; there's a reason you use a wheel-gun," which is one of many crazy things I've heard out of him.
In a world making sense, if the lowlife tease babyishly runs from him for no good reason and refuses to listen, Naoto says, "Go to Hell," and he does something better with his life, like work on his art portfolio with Hana or play video games. Even playing with his lil' Naoto would be time better spent. Nagatoro is a cancer, and Naoto could use a powerhouse round of chemotherapy.
Yay!
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Ask us anything, and we'll add a Q&A section in the next chapter.
It's good to know that you keep reading, so I would be happy if you drop comments and ask questions.
Please enjoy what I wrote.
Saturday, July 28, 2018
Lost among the large smattering of adult couples taking up the surrounding beach, it took Naoto a few more exclamations of capitulation to prevent Sakura from holding to their pact of equivalent exchange, concerning their game of "let's think of the most inappropriate things we could possibly say in our current situation, but instead of staying silent, let's just say them~".
He'd said some bad stuff, and she was certainly capable of just as bad… and probably worse.
He knew she was joshing him, but he couldn't help but panic, stuck in his own head.
When you were already off-balance, it didn't take much to turn you on your ear and subsequently hang you by your ankles…
When that happened, logic sometimes took a powder.
"…" Either way, he wasn't up for finding out the extremities of the inappropriate things he could say, according to her.
Probably HIGHLY inappropriate…
And Sakura wasn't displeased with the fruits of her efforts. "…~"
That being said, Naoto had wondered why she'd gone so far as to have him untie her bikini-top—even though she'd wanted her back properly 'screened, and he had an answer.
On top of taking her time and wanting to be comfy whilst she basked in the sun with her senpai-buddy, she'd planned on him giving her a second coat of sunblock to begin with, since her first would soon be absorbed anyway.
It had crossed his mind to say, "You don't need a second coat, Sakura-san," but he more-or-less knew better by this point than to punch the tar-baby, to use an old-fashioned, potentially offensive metaphor.
Round-two had arrived, and Naoto was applying a new layer of sunblock to his bestest gal-pal.
He'd only just begun.
"Phew…" he sighed, feeling foolish (only very slightly) for not figuring she'd been up to something like this.
Sakura was delighting in the whole experience. "Ooh, you're pretty good with your hands, aren't you~?"
"You're just being generous," he tiredly dismissed.
"Fu-fu-fu~…" she fu-fu'd. "Maybe I'm just fibbing~."
'Oh, yeah…?' He had an inkling to do… something about this, but he reined himself in. "…"
Despite his harnessing his inner demons, Sakura was yet reliably good at reading him.
"What's up~?" she murmured lethargically.
Naoto actually had something on tap, and he didn't need to fake it. "You said you were thinking of something 'dumb', and you got the idea for that game."
Was it a bad idea to stick to that subject?
"Yup," Sakura breezed. "I was thinking about the other day… when Mr. Yamaguchi was trying to dress me down. You remember."
"Sure do."
"Well, maybe you couldn't tell, but I was really starting to get pissed off at him—I just kept thinking about the last time he gave me a hard time, so I was thinking about crazy things I could say to him."
Naoto barely hesitated. "Like what?"
Whoops!
Thankfully, she didn't raise a stink about it. "Oh, nothing I wanna repeat~… But you saw what I ended up doing."
"What do you mean?"
"When I got all overly-polite and stuff with him, explaining things to him like he was a little kid, that's what I mean."
"I still think that was risky…"
"Aw, you thought it was funny~… And it kept me from actually mouthing off or doing something dumb. Even the principal laughed."
Naoto couldn't be sure of the principal laughing—he'd been more concerned with Sakura and Yamaguchi, but he did think it was funny.
"Yeah, it was pretty good~…" he supported.
Sakura nestled down a little further. "…~"
"…"
The blonde raised her chin from her crossed arms. "Hey, Senpai-kun?"
"Yeah?" He paused the 'screening process.
"I gotta know~…" she snickered, a wild expression taking her. "What the Hell were you thinking, coming up with the stuff about a huge dump and me smelling like your dear mother~?"
"Yah…" Shuddering, he hadn't not expected this; he didn't want to answer these, but he had retorts. "I just thought of something… out there… something shocking and disgusting someone could just say out of the blue…"
She was invested. "Yeah~?"
"And…" he paused.
She was devoted. "Yeah~, 'and'?"
"And how much worse it'd be, hearing it out of a girl…" he finished.
"Haw-haw-haw~…" Sakura haw-haw'd. "That's how the game works."
"Hey, I do stuff like that too, thinking of messed up stuff I could say… It's just I've never made a game out of it."
"…~"
"…"
She eyeballed him. "…?"
"What?" he asked.
She replied, "What about the other thing?"
"Oh…" He'd already spaced it out, that she'd wanted to know that too. "Right…"
"I'll bet it's good~."
"I dunno about that. It's just it was true, and it seemed like a… really creepy, bottom-of-the-societal-ladder thing to say."
"I see~…" She replanted herself.
She let him off with THAT?!
But Naoto wouldn't pass up a pass, and he was able to get back to her… back. "…"
"…~" She was having an okay time about it, a friend quite literally having her back.
Let's hear it for bad puns in English!
Naoto kneaded. "…"
"…~" Sakura burbled.
"What about you, Sakura-san?" Naoto heard the words falling out of his mouth.
"Little ol' me~?" she referred to her lovely self. "Whatever do you mean~?"
"The 'inappropriate' things you said today," he jogged her memory.
"Heh~…" she chortled to herself. "You know what you're getting yourself into~?"
Did he?
"…" Naoto wasn't flummoxed by most of what she'd come up with.
The "helicopter" bit… the "boob-pendulum"… drinking girls' bathwater… that Shuu might enjoy slurping up her Technicolor ® toesies… about a dozen other gonzo constructs… and that was just THAT DAY!
Despite all that, none of those really floored him.
But there was one thing that bothered him, if "bother" was the right word to use.
"For some reason, I'm curious about the 'cheeseburger' part," he said.
Her face twisted his way. "That's what you wanna hear about?! Really?"
"Y-yeah…" He didn't think it was so odd. "Really."
There'd been enough craziness between the two of them, it was occasionally the little things that stuck out…
Whatever her rationality, Sakura was willing to tell him.
"It was one of those trash-TV talk-shows," she enlightened. "I dunno if it was scripted or not, but there was this 'out-of-control-teen' girl—an enjo kosai, an enko, and she was bragging about all the stuff her sugar-daddies had given her, serving as an 'escort' for 'compensated dating'."
"I'll bet she was college-aged," Naoto reasoned, having seen similar dreck. "Would they do that with a high school girl?"
She ho-hummed, "Yeah, she prolly was just an actress, but she had all these crazy stories."
"Do I wanna know?" He knew better, but he still did.
"Naw, it was mostly just bullshit, but the one story that got me was how she gave it up to some old geezer in an alleyway for a couple of McDonalds cheeseburgers~," she delighted. "That's where I got that crap from. Isn't that despicable~?"
Naoto cringed. "That's… pretty bad."
"Hee-hee-hee~…" Sakura gave a wheezy, little chuckle.
Her senpai found it darkly amusing. "…"
What wasn't amusing was his mentally hearkening back to meeting Sakura's father, the year before.
And thinking he was Sakura's sugar-daddy…
"…!" He was appalled that had been the first thought to go through his head, seeing this wonderful girl with some middle-aged guy in a beard.
Just because of her loose reputation… which had been proven to be very wrong…
It was something he'd likely never share with her, what had crossed his mind.
…
As good as Naoto was with turning down his dials after a crescendo of nobleness or baseness, Sakura was better at it.
And she had turned them down. "Though… I really shouldn't laugh about that, Senpai-kun…"
"Yeah, I suppose not," he decided. "That's some nasty stuff."
"No, it's that… I've known a few girls who did that sort of thing," she divulged.
"…!" He supposed it did happen. "I guess I'd better not try to be funny and ask if it was for cheeseburgers…"
Another big risk!
"Pfft~!" Sakura sputtered. "It's a good thing you can be funny, 'cause that's just wrong…"
"Yeah…" He didn't entirely regret it.
She exhaled, "It's just effed-up when one of your classmates gets expelled for stripping for older men…"
"Huh…?"
"My second year of middle school…" Sakura didn't revel in it. "She got paid ¥70,000 to dance and strip at a bachelor party. She was 14-years-old."
Naoto didn't bother with a minced-oath. "That's fucked up…"
"She was one of those quiet girls too… kinda mousy. It shocked me. And y'know how I told you I… that I didn't really have friends in middle school?"
"…Yeah?"
"She was as close to being a friend as anyone could've been. We read a lot of the same manga… watched the same anime…"
"…!"
"…"
"Uh…" Naoto wasn't sure what to do.
Sakura told him, "You don't need to say anything to that, buddy… It just got stuck in my head. Sorry…"
"It's okay." To him, it really was. "It's just… oof…"
She agreed, "Yeah… 'oof' fits."
"…"
"…"
"I, uh… gotta get more lotion." Naoto rested his efforts and again popped her bottle of sunblock open.
Sakura nodded. "S'alright…"
"…" He got what he had to get.
She stewed. "…"
"…" Naoto was about to readorn his hands with SPF, but…
Sakura stared at the frayed edge of the blanket. "…"
"…" Her senpai suddenly didn't have much enthusiasm for his job.
"…"
"…"
"I'm sorry, Senpai-kun… for dragging things down again like that."
Naoto was quick to forgive. "Hey, I… I get it. You get stuck thinking about something, and it just…"
"Not the first time it's happened, bud… I keep doing it…"
'You already SAID 'again'!' He didn't want her beating herself up. "I know… Just… don't worry about it."
"…"
"…"
Sakura let her breath out, a crooked half-smile appearing, "Yeah… you're right~… Today's not a day for that kinda crap."
"Great…" Naoto gladly accepted. "Now, let's finish up here."
"…~" The gal adopted a devilish countenance, which she showed him.
'Fuck!' His face heating up, he fast understood he'd given her some serious ammunition. "I-I just meant that… uh…"
It was great how fast she bounced back with returning good cheer, but HO-LEE SHIT, could she ever topple a man!
She pouted, griping with a vengeance, "Ungrateful Senpai-kun… you have the super-special privilege of being my sunscreen-boy on this marvelous day, and you don't even wanna delight in the fullest experience of it~?"
'Super-special?!' Naoto recoiled, echoing this in his head. 'Fullest experience?!'
"Smack-a-dabba-doo! And the bodacious, brainy gyaru draws blood~!" the blonde flouted. "And the crowd goes wild~! *roar… roar…*"
"…!" He couldn't let her get the better of him.
And he was more prepared than he might've been:
The second he saw her perk up, he'd slathered his hands in a fresh glob of sunblock, so he was prepared to—
"Eep!" Sakura yipped at the firm application of his hands.
Naoto quivered a second or two, but he was re-fulfilling his role as sunscreen-boy, his hands already back at it. 'How bad of an idea was THAT?!'
It was perilous, certainly, given all that had already happened… especially after a warning…
However, it was met with some success.
"Touché, buddy o' mine…" she complemented. "An astute counteraction, I must say…"
"…" Naoto was wary.
*rubba-rubba*
Need to be careful here…
"…~" Sakura turned over God-knows-what in her Sakura-brain.
Naoto just hoped to keep a lid on this can of worms he'd half-opened. "…"
"…~"
"…"
"You really are pretty good with your hands, Senpai-kun~," Sakura observed, squirming pleasurably. "I mean it this time~."
It took him a lot to keep level. "…"
*rubba-rubba*
Sakura gleamed. "…~"
"…" Naoto tried to avoid eye contact.
"Yo, buddy…" Sakura purred. "You recollect my proposal from earlier~?"
"…" He wondered which proposal she meant.
*rubba-rubba*
She made it clear, "That I'd let you put sunblock on all the southern real-estate my bikini-bottom doesn't cover~?"
'Ack!' He should've known she meant that one. "…!"
Don't get rattled!
"I should prolly just keep this to myself, but… you're one of, like, two, three, four, five people—maybe six, if my mood's right—that I'd let touch me that way~."
"…!" Naoto felt that hit below-the-belt, preying upon such a touchy topic.
Ouchy balls…
Sakura barreled along, "The sixth is my family's doctor; I just don't like how his hands are always even colder than mine~… not like yours."
Naoto wished she wouldn't reference that his hands were warm, when her mitts and tootsies were like ice. "…!"
And what was that stuff about her doctor and her mood being right?!
'Oh, good gravy!' he quaked, his deduction taking him to places he didn't wish to visit.
*rubba-rubba*
"Can you guess the other four~?" Sakura kept at it.
"…!" Naoto might guess, though he wished it away. 'Nope, nope, nope!'
But it was probably Mama Inori and her friends, Etsuko and Urumi, going for three…
He reasoned he was right, but he would never guess the fourth, hoping very much Papa Inori or Yoichi weren't on the list.
No father/brother needed to touch his daughter/sister in such a way… Yuck!
"Heh~…" She arched her back slightly but cattishly, his hands yet working upon her. "Didn't we say something about a massage the last day or two~?"
Naoto shat, lifting said hands in alarm. "…!"
Geez-um crow!
"Oh, yeah~…" Sakura cackled. "You got the stuff to deal with me~?"
"…" Near defeat, maybe he didn't.
"Heh-heh… Don't mess with this gal~," she tittered smugly.
"…!" Naoto could deal with smugness to a degree, but…
"…~" She was so smug, the city of San Francisco would've disappeared up its own asshole, were her self-satisfaction unleashed upon the same said bay in southern California.
…
The whole thing might've gone away, if only Naoto let it slide on past, though…
"…" He hadn't been dwelling on it, but his back was still a little sore from his, Sakura's, and Hana's efforts at the school pool.
Tight around the bases of his trapezius muscles, he'd been feeling a little twinge.
'Yeah…' He wiggled, the twinge flanking his spine, halfway down the back.
…
His back was achy.
Was hers too?
…
He really hated the Church of "She Was Asking for It", and he didn't subscribe to its teachings, but…
When she LITERALLY asked for it, arching her back at him…
…
Sakura had wanted a back massage, she'd said.
And he was good with his hands, she'd said.
…
But it was risky.
He'd already unnerved her that day, putting hands on her when she least expected it, though his second attempt at besting her had worked, even getting a commendation out of her.
Not that she'd let him bask in it for more than 10 seconds…
…
"…!" It was really risky for the young man.
He knew it was crazy, punching the tar-baby, but there were assholes that wanted to get rid of Splash Mountain.
Despite the risk, Sakura's back was all greased-up from all the sunblock, and his hands were still plastered with the stuff.
…
Naoto wouldn't brag about it, but when he was younger, he'd given his old man the occasional back-massage.
To his own surprise, he'd learned later in life his dad had benefited from the massages so much, he hadn't needed to visit a professional for a few years.
Naoto was actually good at it.
And he had been watching videos on performing back massage, furthering his "education"; he'd been hoping it might come in handy… someday… when he finally got closer to Nagatoro.
Hell, he'd learned about foot-massage for the very same reason!
Though, the prospects of the petite girl allowing him to exercise his fantasies upon her reduced such fantasies to… well, fantasies.
…
"…!" Naoto's insides churned. 'WTF is wrong with me?!'
That he was even CONSIDERING laying hands on Sakura in such a way showed just how much he'd changed in the past year!
He couldn't do such a thing, not to her. "…!"
…
"…" Naoto tried as hard as he'd ever tried anything, attempting to push this horrible idea from his head.
In response, the Cosmos (in the form of a stupendous girl named Sakura Inori) twittered, "Oh, yeah~! I guess I win~…"
She hadn't even bothered looking at him!
The smugness had far from subsided.
And Naoto really had gone through some changes.
'Fuck it!' He implanted his thumbs on either side of the blonde's backbone, and he firmly rode her traps to between her shoulder-blades.
"Eep!" Sakura gasped, her arms and legs bucking, and her toes curling.
Another "almost a nipple" sighting~!
"Ack!" Naoto retreated. 'Okay, seriously, WTF is wrong with me?!'
"Mmph~!" Sakura squirmed with the aftereffects, involuntarily but pleasurably.
It wasn't hard for Naoto to ascertain. "…!"
That must've felt pretty good!
"…" Sakura stilled.
Naoto's blood ran cold. "…!"
And she rotated those big, soft, brown eyes of hers his way. "…~"
It wasn't an angry expression…
'Oh, shit…' Naoto jarred in a fit of "I fucked up".
Sakura grinned at her senpai, her face full of high mischief. "Oh, you~…"
"…?!" He managed to not piss his pants.
"Oh, it's on, my dearest Asshole-kun~…" Blondie dripped.
Naoto blinked. "What do you mean…?"
"We're gonna play us another game~."
"…What…?!"
"Since you think you're 'Mr. Massage Therapist' now, you gotta keep it up~."
"…What…?"
"It's just like it sounds~. You gotta keep up the massage."
"I do?"
"Yup, until I tell you otherwise~."
"Uh… huh?"
"And it's gotta be good~," she specified.
Naoto felt lost. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, good buddy, good pal o' mine, that you need to work a few more knots out of my back… or else~."
He dared, "…Or else what?"
"I'll scream bloody-murder~," she purred. "And who knows what'll happen after that~…?"
He knew more assurance than he might've. "Uh… no. You're not gonna do that."
"Get your hands on my back, or I'll scream~. I'll make a fuss you won't believe~!"
"H-hey, I'm sorry I did that." He truly was regretting it. "I don't know what I was thinking."
She didn't seem to be listening. "I've got this bitch of a knot about 10 cm north of where you stopped—right side, so chop-chop~, get to it."
Naoto doubted like Hell she'd follow through on such nonsense.
But it brought to mind a really dumb game he'd seen played when he was in elementary school.
He'd been afraid to take part, thinking someone would whup his ass over it—parent or teacher, but a few of his male classmates had gone hog-wild with it.
It was called the "mom game".
Basically, a group of people would individually shout the word "mom", and they'd get louder with each utterance.
The game ended when no one was willing to top the latest outcry, and the one with the loudest outcry won.
It seemed mortifyingly embarrassing…
But that hadn't stopped one of his classmates from yelling "mom" at chainsaw-volume.
And MAN, had their teacher been pissed!
…
Yes, Naoto was certain Sakura wouldn't raise such a stink, not in public, surrounded by lovey-dovey couples, their many neighbors.
"Last warning, Senpai-kun," Sakura presaged.
He scoffed, "Whatever…"
…
Had our hero learned nothing~?
Sakura wasn't to be underestimated.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!" she uninhibitedly and ear-piercingly howled.
Gamo-chan and co. might've heard THAT one back at basecamp!
"…!" Naoto was astonished at the horrible rumpus the gal had just blasted off, and he immediately placed his hands where she'd instructed. 'OMFG!'
And the knot on her back wasn't hard to find~…
"Ah, that's the ticket~…" Sakura susurrated. "Right there…"
"…?!" Looking around, Naoto found a couple dozen sets of eyes gawking at them, drawn in by the hullaballoo. 'Damn it!'
All those neighbors!
"…~" She poked out her tongue.
He lowered his head, whisper-screaming, "Sakura-san!"
"I told you~…" she sang back, using an exaggerated whisper of her own.
He fumbled, "But I didn't think you'd do it…!"
His eyes darting, at least all the people around them were going back to minding their business.
Not that a soul among them could be blamed for paying heed to the calamity before them…
"Live and learn~," Sakura educated. "Now, you gotta live with your choices, bud~."
"Okay, okay!" he gave in. "You win! Just don't scream again. What do I do?"
"You can start by working that knot you located~."
"Mrmbl…" grumbling, Naoto relocated it, and he began to break up the convexity of tissue.
And Sakura melted. "Wow~… You really do know what you're doing~… You could make money doing this!"
Thank you, YouTube!
"…" Naoto saw that he needed to just make the best of this and put up with her demands for a few minutes.
She asked, roiling with glee, "Where'd you learn to do this~…?"
"…" He figured—and was correct—she was asking the Universe, not expecting an actual answer from his dumb ass.
Correctly figuring he'd just rather work quietly, she permitted, "Alright, alright… Just keep it up… For now~."
"…!" He wasn't about to test her further, and he did what she told him to do.
"…~"
"…"
As with just normally rubbing lotion on Sakura's back, this was…
Fuck, this was even MORE awesome~!
"…~" Naoto remembered all the things his dad had liked, and he watched the gal worm around serenely, enjoying the hot Hell out of this.
Was he lucky? Or Cursed?
Either way, it was a solace to him that all their neighbors finally seemed to be totally ignoring them, even after Sakura's incredible outburst.
He knew this, because his restless eyes were continually scanning around at 360-degrees.
But disastrously—
"…" By now, all of the sunscreen had made its way into Sakura's skin, so Naoto needed to pause.
Sakura, close to dozing, wallowing away in the rubdown, took a few seconds to realize the rubdown had ceased to be.
She revolted, raising a roguish regard, "Hey, what do you think you're doing~?"
"I-I need to get more lotion!" Naoto fretfully stammered, not forgetting the racket she might raise. "I guess I should've said something…"
It was fortunate she hadn't just gone off like a siren, as promised!
Sakura glared. "…~"
"I need more lotion!" Naoto tried to save his own bacon. "If I don't, the friction will—"
"I know… I know…" she excused, cutting him off. "I'm not that strict~."
"Phew…" he heaved a sigh.
"But if you don't continue to mollify me, there's no telling what might happen~."
"I know, I know…"
Sakura reasoned, "Despite the fact there's no telling what might happen, I can give you a few educated guesses! I think it's important you hear them~"
"You don't need to do that…" Naoto beseeched. "Please…"
Unfortunately, she wasn't about to go easy on him, not after everything leading up to this, and she let loose a steady stream of semi-obscene whisper-screams.
They weren't loud, but they seemed loud to Naoto~.
Anxiety could easily turn legitimate whispers into superficial screams~!
So, as he did his best in massaging her back—
"~~Wah-KYAH~~!" Sakura squealed like a pig in a slaughter-chute.
Though it WAS just "whisper-screams"~…
'Oh, sweet gee-whiz…' Naoto could've gladly died on the spot. "Sakura-san…! C'mon!"
"~~EEK~~!" she undulated. "Halp~! Senpai-kun's givin' me the business~!"
'What's that even mean?!' Naoto floundered. "I'm doing no such thing!"
"~~Ee-yah~~!" she shrieked. "He almost touched my side-boob~! And he's whispering naughty things in my ear~!"
"I'm pretty sure I didn't do either of those things…" he revised.
"Oh~! He licked me behind my ear~!" she wailed. "It's all wet~!"
'For the love of…' Naoto hadn't foreseen this insanity, walking to the beach that morning.
Fortunately, only he could hear this silent-ish cacophony.
But Sakura wasn't through.
For her part, she was now carrying on as a woman possessed, flicking up sand like a dog digging a hole, her fingers and toes sending the stuff in every direction.
Naoto ruminated, 'Could this shit get any worse…?!'
"Halp~!" Sakura keened, tossing her hair this way and that. "He's writing dirty words on my back~! I think he wants me to guess what they are~!"
"Did he write 'yummy pecker'?" a female voice—familiar but inconvenient—sounded off to Naoto's left.
He jumped like someone had just shoved a cattle-prod up his ass, and he spun so quickly that he fell back-first onto Sakura's buxom butt.
"Ack! Sunomiya!" he cried out, seeing the owner of the inopportune intonation… and the other girl who was with her.
Sakura was more concerned with the newcomers than her new ass-ornament, and she covered herself, gathering her boobs up in her hands like they were about to fall off of her chest. "EEK! Where'd you come from?!"
"…" *Ha-noms*
"…" *Neko-noms*
Each of them eating a PB&J, Hana and Nekoba were crouched down in the sand, taking in the show.
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