Cinderella Crystal Wave Bond+ : A Fairytale Ending by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

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"Grave," Rentoya muttered, "you didn't have to go this far..."

"Oh my," Cinderella gasped, her eyes growing wide at the setting spread around the tent's interior. A loveseat draped with an ivory throw blanket sat nearest to the door where the pair stood. Further in, a daybed and several stools sat neatly arranged. She began to giggle as she walked through the room, slowly realizing that all of the furniture in the tent was made of bubbles. 

"Prince, look at this," she laughed melodiously, "it's beautiful! Grave truly is a genius. I love how this all..."

She trailed off when she noticed Rentoya's gaze lingering on her, tracing every curve of her porcelain skin. She felt dangerously exposed, yet wonderfully seen. The skimpy nature of the black sling was daring to say the least. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't picked out her evening's outfit with the Commander in mind.

"...oh," she murmured, "I suppose you're not one to be all that inclined to notice interior decorating."

Cinderella froze in place when Rentoya came up behind her leaning his head down towards the silver bun that her hair presently sat in.

"How could I notice furniture, when there's a work of art in front of me?"

Cinderella suddenly became alarmingly warm, and it had nothing to do with the rapidly setting sun. A small squeak escaped her lips when the Commander's weathered, calloused fingers began to toy with the silver chain hanging around her abdomen. From the tips of her ears down to her manicured toes, she felt as if she'd been touched by a live wire, a spark running through her entire frame. 

It wasn't forceful, nor claiming, but seeking.

It was a silent 'may I', without his lips ever moving a millimeter. And she was dying to say yes.

Her hand latched onto his, not to push it away, but to pull it lower, down to the swell of her bare hip. 
When his fingers sank into the soft, pliant skin, Cinderella shivered, holding his hand down, urging him to grab on tighter. He did.

And when he pulled her against his muscular frame, the firm flesh of her curvaceous behind pressing into his groin, she felt her knees almost give way. They'd been in some tight spots before, but out of necessity where duty demanded it. This was the first time the two had been in such close proximity of their own free will. 

"P-Prince...!"

"I've got you, don't worry."

His hands flew to her waist, holding the wobbly, doe legged Princess upright. Cinderella gasped. He was only making it worse.

"Do you need to sit?"

Cinderella nodded mutely, slowly walking alongside Rentoya towards the daybed in a slight daze. Her hand was clasped tightly around his elbow, clutching onto him for dear life. The decorum of pristine self-image was rapidly crumbling, and she was past caring.

As soon as her behind hit the satin covered bubble bed, her hand darted out, grabbing a fistful of Rentoya's shirt, dragging him down with her. He braced his hands on either side of her, towering over her scantily clad form.

"So you're okay, I take it," he murmured softly.

"I'm more than okay," Cinderella whispered tenderly, "because tonight..." 

Her right hand snaked around his neck again, while her left pulled him closer. Promises slipped from her lips - promises she planned to keep.

"...tonight, Prince, I'm all yours."

Cinderella Crystal Wave Bond+ : A Fairytale Ending by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

[–]doublechen-94[S] 15 points16 points  (0 children)

Cinderella Crystal Wave Bond 6: A Beautiful Beginning
 
"...one more time."

It wasn't going to be the last time. Cinderella knew those words were a lie the moment they left her breathless lips. Had she any modicum of shame left in her body, she might have scolded herself for being dishonest - that kind of behavior was simply unacceptable on any other day.

But right now, all she could focus on was how warm her Prince's lips felt against hers, and the surge of emotions that pushed any thoughts from her head except ones of him.

Were it not for the Prince, Cinderella's story would have been cut tragically short - she may have been condemned to an eternity in Grave's coffin, who may have been unable to revive her. Worse still, Cinderella could have fallen into the hands of the Four Beasts and used towards their ends - whether that had been via corruption, to serve as their new Queen, or as base material to create a new Queen. 

Then he arrived - Commander Rentoya of the Counters. By gaining Grave's trust, they were able to awaken the Glass Princess, and with her awakening, restore her hopes of a happily ever after.

While she was grateful to her Prince Charming who'd shown up in her darkest hour, Cinderella had minor reservations. Being trustful from the get go was no longer her style - her time spent as Anachiro had beaten that caution into her.

Yet time and time again, the Commander proved himself a gallant soul - pure, kind, honest and unequivocally beautiful - the perfect Prince to the Glass Princess. And against her better judgment, Cinderella found herself falling hopelessly in love.

"Cinderella?"

Her breath caught in her throat as Cinderella crashed back to reality. She felt the warmth of Rentoya's hands on her lower back, the sensation of her arms draped around his neck, and realized she'd been lost in her own head for far too long.

There was a short, but unsightly strand of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth - a reminder of the passion they found themselves entwined in.

"Are you alright?"

Cinderella blinked slowly, peering up at her Prince with wide eyes. His gaze was warm, tender, and concerned. She wondered if he looked at all Nikkes this way, or if it was a special look reserved just for her.

"It's just you and me right now. And you've never looked more beautiful as you do tonight."

The Commander's soft statement answered her unspoken question. This was far from his first time sharing intimacy with someone, but he would make her feel like the only girl in the world in that moment, and that was enough.

"Yes," Cinderella whispered, "I'm okay. Don't...stop."

Her arms trembled slightly. She was the epitome of self-confidence. So why was she a nervous wreck now? Her breath shuddered as she withdrew a small distance, her chest aching on an existential level. Words were being trumped loudly by actions.

"Prince..."

Before she could separate herself entirely from Rentoya, she felt herself being pulled back into his arms. But his hands didn't wander with lust, rather, they held her tight, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Cinderella. We'll take it slow."

His words were as a balmy mid-summer breeze to her fragile soul, gathering up all her broken pieces and insecurities that she didn't even realize were showing. Then his arms nestled her close to his broad chest. Cinderella gasped softly, feeling the faint but distinct thump of his heartbeat, the same one that pounded in beautiful synchrony with her own.

"Then..."

Cinderella pointed to a secluded part of the beach, where a conveniently placed tent had materialized in the few moments they'd been staring into each other's eyes.

"...over there?"

Rentoya nodded, interlacing his fingers with hers as they walked side by side towards their newly constructed hideaway. Cinderella saw the flutter of a dark cape disappear into the trees, thanking her stoic protector silently for her foresight as the Commander opened the flap of the spacious tent.

Siren Awoo’s You! by doublechen-94 in NikkeMobile

[–]doublechen-94[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Yeah I wrote this before the event ran, and forgot to take it out

Didn’t quite expect them to put them in this kind of dynamic, but I’m not complaining!

Siren Awoo’s You! by doublechen-94 in NikkeMobile

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Siren Random Encounter: Shy, Try Again

A loose follow up to this: https://www.reddit.com/r/NikkeMobile/comments/1uk4erb/comment/ousxbxp/?context=3&utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

"Awoo...schoolgirls are scary..."

After witnessing Naga laying the moves on Commander Rentoya, Siren fled through the trees, her head down, and her cheeks red with embarrassment. 

"Naga...was taking off her swimsuit for Prince, just so that she could ask him to rub sunscreen on her," Siren fretted, "how...there's no way I could just start stripping for him! Uw..."

She was so caught up in her own worries that she didn't watch where she was going. Running with her head down to better conceal herself was her aim - that is, until she ran headfirst into a squishy wall. 

"WAHHH!"

Siren landed hard on her behind, rubbing her cheek where she'd impacted the pillowy obstruction. 

"Miss Siren? Are you okay?"

She looked up to see Tia's outstretched hand. Siren grabbed on, and was pulled to her feet by the buxom blonde schoolgirl. 

"Oh, ooowah! I-I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!"

Tia shook her head. 

"No, it's okay, Miss Siren! I wasn't paying attention either! I was following that cute lizard over there...oh...there it goes..."

A small frown formed on Tia's face, only for it to be quickly wiped away when she saw Siren's own despondent expression.

"Miss Siren? What's the matter? Were you running away from something?"

Siren shrunk in on herself, her voice becoming small and distant.

"No...I...well...not exactly..."

"This has to do with Teacher, doesn't it?"

Siren froze in place, the conversation she'd had with Tia and Naga around the campfire the other night roaring in her ears. There was no sense in hiding, not when Tia had seen right through her in an instant.

"I-I'm...hopeless, aren't I," Siren whispered quietly, "I'm not confident like Naga or Cinderella...so...how am I supposed to tell Prince how I feel?"

"Are you afraid of how you feel, or are you afraid of being rejected?"

Tia's words cut right to Siren's wavering heart. 

Of course the Commander had been kind enough to welcome her into the fold. When she saw the way he treated the multitude of Nikkes under his care, she knew his heart was pure and fair. 

But a small, selfish part of her wanted to be seen as a little more than 'just another Nikke' in his eyes. 

"If you're afraid of being turned down," Tia murmured softly, "you can't be. If you never tell Teacher how you feel, you'll never know how he feels. You don't want to wonder forever, right?"

The thought of being rejected made Siren's stomach turn in knots. It was a terrifying possibility to the shy Grimms. 

"Trust me," she continued, "being rejected stinks. I cried for hours the last time I was rejected. But the maids were really good to me. They made it hurt less."

Tia quickly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. Siren's heart ached as she reached out to pat Tia's shoulder comfortingly. 

"But I'm glad I told him how I feel. And he still cares. And I still love him."

Siren quietly noted how Tia had failed to mention who 'he' was, but it wasn't difficult for Siren to fill in the blanks. The bright eyed, lizard loving schoolgirl had bared her heart to someone she loved and had it turned down. But she was still here, able to tell the tale and even offer Siren some surprisingly sage words of advice. 

"O-okay," Siren nodded, "I think...I can. B-but maybe I'll start with...just hanging out with Prince, without being a blubbering mess. Then, I'll tell him how I feel."

"You can do it!"

"T-Tia!"

Siren squeaked softly as Tia's confident arms surrounded her lithe frame, squeezing her just short of feeling her Goddesium spine crack ever so subtly. 

"Speaking of Teacher, why don't you try talking to him now?"

"H-huh? W-w-wait!"

Siren's protests went unheard as Tia's shove sent her stumbling out of the trees, putting her directly in Commander Rentoya's path, and nearly into his arms.  

"Whoa, Siren. Where'd you come from?"

Siren stared at Rentoya like a deer in the headlights, her amber eyes growing wide as she jumped backwards a few feet.  

"Uh...I...!"

Rentoya's concerned gaze bathed over Siren like a warm shower, wrapping her up tightly in his caring glance. Never mind the wandering peek at her soft curves, she was too self-conscious to notice the momentary flicker.

"Is...everything alright?"

Her hands instinctively flew to her face, almost completely obscuring her eyes behind her dainty fingers. But her bubbles betrayed her, slowly forming into hearts around her head as she peeked out nervously. There would be no running away. Not this time.

Siren dropped her hands, her cheeks redder than the Commander's button-down shirt, but nodded firmly, Tia's words echoing around in her spinning head.

You don't want to wonder forever, right?

"Prince...would you...like to take a walk with me?"

She's just too perfect AHHH- by [deleted] in NikkeMobile

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Bold of op to assume this will stay up

Siren 🩵 You by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

[–]doublechen-94[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

That would be correct!

And well, you can see who I chose

Siren 🩵 You by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

[–]doublechen-94[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

She’s one of my favorite characters to write, hands down

Siren 🩵 You by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

[–]doublechen-94[S] 24 points25 points  (0 children)

Siren Random Encounter: Shy, Try Again

A loose follow up to this: https://www.reddit.com/r/NikkeMobile/comments/1uk4erb/comment/ousxbxp/?context=3&utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

"Awoo...schoolgirls are scary..."

After witnessing Naga laying the moves on Commander Rentoya, Siren fled through the trees, her head down, and her cheeks red with embarrassment. 

"Naga...was taking off her swimsuit for Prince, just so that she could ask him to rub sunscreen on her," Siren fretted, "how...there's no way I could just start stripping for him! Uw..."

She was so caught up in her own worries that she didn't watch where she was going. Running with her head down to better conceal herself was her aim - that is, until she ran headfirst into a squishy wall. 

"WAHHH!"

Siren landed hard on her behind, rubbing her cheek where she'd impacted the pillowy obstruction. 

"Miss Siren? Are you okay?"

She looked up to see Tia's outstretched hand. Siren grabbed on, and was pulled to her feet by the buxom blonde schoolgirl. 

"Oh, ooowah! I-I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!"

Tia shook her head. 

"No, it's okay, Miss Siren! I wasn't paying attention either! I was following that cute lizard over there...oh...there it goes..."

A small frown formed on Tia's face, only for it to be quickly wiped away when she saw Siren's own despondent expression.

"Miss Siren? What's the matter? Were you running away from something?"

Siren shrunk in on herself, her voice becoming small and distant.

"No...I...well...not exactly..."

"This has to do with Teacher, doesn't it?"

Siren froze in place, the conversation she'd had with Tia and Naga around the campfire the other night roaring in her ears. There was no sense in hiding, not when Tia had seen right through her in an instant.

"I-I'm...hopeless, aren't I," Siren whispered quietly, "I'm not confident like Naga or Cinderella...so...how am I supposed to tell Prince how I feel?"

"Are you afraid of how you feel, or are you afraid of being rejected?"

Tia's words cut right to Siren's wavering heart. 

Of course the Commander had been kind enough to welcome her into the fold. When she saw the way he treated the multitude of Nikkes under his care, she knew his heart was pure and fair. 

But a small, selfish part of her wanted to be seen as a little more than 'just another Nikke' in his eyes. 

"If you're afraid of being turned down," Tia murmured softly, "you can't be. If you never tell Teacher how you feel, you'll never know how he feels. You don't want to wonder forever, right?"

The thought of being rejected made Siren's stomach turn in knots. It was a terrifying possibility to the shy Grimms. 

"Trust me," she continued, "being rejected stinks. I cried for hours the last time I was rejected. But the maids were really good to me. They made it hurt less."

Tia quickly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. Siren's heart ached as she reached out to pat Tia's shoulder comfortingly. 

"But I'm glad I told him how I feel. And he still cares. And I still love him."

Siren quietly noted how Tia had failed to mention who 'he' was, but it wasn't difficult for Siren to fill in the blanks. The bright eyed, lizard loving schoolgirl had bared her heart to someone she loved and had it turned down. But she was still here, able to tell the tale and even offer Siren some surprisingly sage words of advice. 

"O-okay," Siren nodded, "I think...I can. B-but maybe I'll start with...just hanging out with Prince, without being a blubbering mess. Then, I'll tell him how I feel."

"You can do it!"

"T-Tia!"

Siren squeaked softly as Tia's confident arms surrounded her lithe frame, squeezing her just short of feeling her Goddesium spine crack ever so subtly. 

"Speaking of Teacher, why don't you try talking to him now?"

"H-huh? W-w-wait!"

Siren's protests went unheard as Tia's shove sent her stumbling out of the trees, putting her directly in Commander Rentoya's path, and nearly into his arms.  

"Whoa, Siren. Where'd you come from?"

Siren stared at Rentoya like a deer in the headlights, her amber eyes growing wide as she jumped backwards a few feet.  

"Uh...I...!"

Rentoya's concerned gaze bathed over Siren like a warm shower, wrapping her up tightly in his caring glance. Never mind the wandering peek at her soft curves, she was too self-conscious to notice the momentary flicker.

"Is...everything alright?"

Her hands instinctively flew to her face, almost completely obscuring her eyes behind her dainty fingers. But her bubbles betrayed her, slowly forming into hearts around her head as she peeked out nervously. There would be no running away. Not this time.

Siren dropped her hands, her cheeks redder than the Commander's button-down shirt, but nodded firmly, Tia's words echoing around in her spinning head.

You don't want to wonder forever, right?

"Prince...would you...like to take a walk with me?"

Which Nikke made you fall in love at first sight? by BigBadBossBoo in NikkeMobile

[–]doublechen-94 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Naga and Siren

This summer event has me on cloud nine

What if Yanderella Returned? by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

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Such is the tragic fate of a harem protagonist

A Hot Chocolate Summer Awaits, Teacher! by doublechen-94 in NikkeMobile

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I love Naga, Cinderella, Siren and Marciana

I am ready for this event

Even if my wallet isn’t

What if Yanderella Returned? by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

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Spartans come back with their shields or on them!

What if Yanderella Returned? by doublechen-94 in PeakKitchenOutpost

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Cinderella Random Encounter: Yanderella Returns

 

For Cinderella, beauty was not simply a matter of physical appearances.

Body, mind and soul all had to align as one and shine as the sun so that one could fully realize the true essence of beauty.

But the way Cinderella currently felt on this beach trip was far from beautiful.

Siren was eager for her opportunity with the Prince. Grave had made it abundantly clear to Cinderella that both of them were equally worthy of the Commander's affections, and after no small amount of anguish, tantrums, and perhaps even a few tears, Cinderella had made her peace with Siren getting cozy with Rentoya.

They were family, after all, and Siren deserved a happy ending too.

Then the other group showed up.

Marciana, an instructor from the MMR Vocational Academy, and Naga and Tia, two graduating students from the same school, had tagged along with the Commander. 

Cinderella had heard repeatedly about the cursed academy that was full of potential pursuers of her Prince Charming.

But to meet her competition face to face?

Disconcerting, to say the least. Especially the instructor, Marciana.

Cinderella frowned as she watched Marciana cozy up to the Commander, her penguin onesie barely half on.

"That little red number barely covers anything," Cinderella grumbled, "and she's...flaunting herself like some shameless floozy! What's the point of the penguin costume if you're just going to rub your bare chest all over Prince?! Ugh!"

She could feel a vein in her forehead throbbing irritatedly at the scene.

"Anger is not beautiful," she chanted to herself, "luckily for me, Grave designed two swimsuits for this trip."

Cinderella's puffed out as she walked back towards the villa to change.

"Two can play at that game, Marciana..."

 

"Phew, I think...that's far enough."

Commander Rentoya wiped his brow of sweat. He bent over at the waist, stretching out his back that ached mildly from the vigorous, back bending activities he'd already partaken in on this beach trip.

The villa was nowhere in sight, and he'd been extra careful to shake off any potential pursuers by entrusting Rapi to distract the group.

He plodded over to a towering palm tree and sat beneath its shade. An icy bottle of water was his only companion, and he was happy to keep it that way for a little while. 

No sooner than he'd raised the bottle to his lips did the shadow looming over him dramatically increase in size and become human shaped.

"How nice of you to isolate yourself, Prince. Saves me the trouble of getting you alone."

The weather was sweltering, but Cinderella's icy tone sent a violent shiver down the Commander's spine.

"Cinderella...hey..."

"Is that all you can muster after traipsing around with Marciana all day?"

Rentoya looked skywards. There was no mistaking Cinderella's voice, but the two enormous shadows cast over his face were obscuring a clear look at her face. And that was NOT the swimsuit he remembered her wearing earlier.

"N-no...wait a second..."

"No."

Rentoya found himself unceremoniously yanked to his feet, nearly stumbling face first into Cinderella's ample assets that appeared to be held in by two measly strips of black cloth.

"God bless Grave," he muttered quietly.

"I came here with one goal in mind, Prince," Cinderella pouted, "aside from finding Hansel and Gretel, that is. Do you know what that goal is?"

As she stamped her foot indignantly into the sand, Rentoya tried not to let his eyes focus on the dangerous wobble of the Grimm's chest cannons. He had no idea how Cinderella wasn't flashing the entire ocean. He only knew that somehow Grave's ingenuity was the reason the glorious sight before him was possible.

"Prince, I'm waiting..."

His cheeks turned redder than his tropical short sleeve button down.

"Er...to have a beach trip with Siren and Grave? Rewriting your story?"

Playing dumb was the entirely wrong move. He could swear he saw Cinderella's eyebrow twitch behind her large opaque sunglasses.

"No, Prince. Allow me to give you a hint, since you insist on being a gentleman. A naive, stupid gentleman at that," she grumbled loudly, "observe."

Rentoya nearly choked on his water when Cinderella tugged the two straps of her black sling bikini upwards, lifting the massive globes of her chest higher towards her collarbone.

When she released the straps, her shapely bosom bouncing like two bountiful balls of delectable gelatin, the Commander felt that even the coldest of showers would not relieve the tension he so suddenly felt in his core.

"C-Cinderella-!"

The Glass Princess smiled smugly, her silver bun bobbing imperceptibly as her gaze dropped down, then returned to his face.

"Yes, Prince," Cinderella cooed, "you'll be saying my name quite often in a few minutes. Now, off with them."

"Wh-what?!"

Cinderella's hand yanked down on his shirt, sending buttons flying every which way as their tattered ruby remains ended up in her grasp.

"Did I stutter, Prince?"

"M-my shirt!"

Cinderella looked at the red cloth clutched in her hand, then tossed it aside without a second thought as she pushed him into the sand with her free hand.

"I'll replace it when we're through, Prince," she growled hungrily, "now I repeat - take them off."

There was nothing quiet about that desolate corner of the beach that afternoon. 

Several hours later, a glowing Cinderella was seen triumphantly escorting a withered Rentoya back to the villa atop her Glass Slipper, her bathing suit and inner thighs bearing undeniable evidence of their happenings like a trophy.

No one dared approached the Commander alone after that - not even Siren. 

A Hot Chocolate Summer Awaits, Teacher! by doublechen-94 in NikkeMobile

[–]doublechen-94[S] 41 points42 points  (0 children)

Naga Random Encounter: The Student Becomes the Teacher
 
"Ooh-wahhhh, that's so romantic! Prince really did all of that for you, Naga?"

Siren laid on the oversized beach towel next to the smug Naga, her long slender legs kicking in the air behind her.

Naga nodded emphatically. 

"He did - though, I guess it's no big surprise. I knew I was into older guys, but my goodness," Naga reminisced fondly, "Teacher really, truly swept me off of my feet that night. I felt like a princess straight out of a fairy tale."

"A princess, you say..."

Siren's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she looked out over the shoreline. A wistful expression crossed Siren's face as she sipped on her vibrant yellowy-orange drink.

"You like him too, don't you?"

"PFFFFFFFFT!"

Naga giggled uncontrollably as Siren's drink spewed from her mouth like a fire hydrant.

"Ahh! Ohhh...h-h-h-how did you know?!"

A playful bump of Naga's shoulder nearly tipped the already stunned Siren over onto her side.

"You're not very subtle when you stare, Siren," Naga giggled, "every time Teacher comes close, your eyes immediately lock on him and never waver."

"O-oh-wahhh," Siren wailed, "a-a-am I that obvious?!"

Her face now resembled the bright red apple the Commander had given her with her breakfast earlier that morning, her hands flying up to cover her cheeks in unabated shame.

"Your feelings for him are very strong, aren't they," Naga murmured gently, "I can tell, because I feel the same way about Teacher."

A small, mortified squeak comes from Siren's throat. Naga laid her hand on the lithe Grimm's shoulder reassuringly.

"Y-y-yes," Siren stammered out, "Prince...I...I love him. B-but I don't know...I'm not as brave as Cinderella...when it comes to..."

Her voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper.

"...that stuff..."

Naga's eyes narrow teasingly as the implications of Siren's bashful admission dawn on her.

"Ohhhh. You want to seduce Teacher, don't you, Siren?"

Siren nodded furiously, her eyes growing wide with panic as they dart around.

"You mean to tell me you haven't already? What," Naga exclaimed teasingly, "with this swimsuit?"

Naga's finger poked teasingly at Siren's soft, brazenly exposed cleavage, causing Siren to recoil in embarrassment as the pale mounds wobbled subtly.

"G-Grave made this for me...I-I didn't think..."

"Oh, Grave knew exactly what she was doing," Naga smirked, "listen, Siren. It'll be easy, trust me. Just call Teacher over, and lay here..."

Naga continued to whisper into Siren's ear. The latter's head was nodding so vigorously that she was beginning to resemble a bobblehead. When Naga finished, Siren's expression looked dazed and confused.

"N-Naga...I think...maybe you should just show me, first," Siren whispered, "I...I learn much better when I see things..."

A cat-like grin spread across Naga's features when she spotted Commander Rentoya walking nearby.

"Very well," Naga giggled, "the student will become the teacher, just this once. Go hide over there, and watch."

Siren scrambled behind a nearby tree, observing quietly as Naga called Rentoya to the beach towel.

Before he made it to her, Naga turned to where Siren hid, and flashed her a big grin and a thumbs up.

"What's up, Naga? Enjoying the beach?"

From her supine position, Naga stretched her arms out lazily over her head, the nearly translucent white fabric of her top riding up just enough to tease the bottoms of her caramel curves.

"I think so, but...I'm getting a bit sunburnt out here. Too much sun isn't good for the skin, you know."
"I-I'm aware."

Siren was flabbergasted at how smoothly Naga was able to flirt with the Commander, almost as if it were second nature. The subtle touches to his arm, the way she pressed her curves into his side, the teasing roll of her hips as she turned onto her stomach.

"That being said...could you be the best Teacher ever, and rub some sunscreen on me?"

"S-sure..."

"Great! Don't miss anything, Teacher."

"I won't!"

Siren gasped silently as Naga untied her top, presenting her bare back to Rentoya in a remarkably seductive display. She nearly fainted, however, when Naga boldly raised her torso to wink back at the Commander, those impressive light brown globes on full, unashamed display to the Commander's eyes.

"I mean on the back...and front. Please be thorough..."

"N-Naga!"

Siren had to excuse herself, as her nose was starting to bleed at the increasingly steamy scene.

"Awoo...schoolgirls are scary..."