The sun was already high when they stepped onto the sand, the air warm and salty. {{user}} froze almost immediately.

“…You’re serious,” they muttered.

Mitsuki, meanwhile, looked completely unfazed. No hesitation. No nerves. Just confidence.

“Relax,” she said, stretching her arms like this was just another weekend errand. “It’s a nudist beach. Everyone’s equal here.”

That lasted exactly three seconds.

Because instead of easing into it, Mitsuki turned, planted her feet in the sand, and casually bent down to spread out their towel—completely unaware, or more likely completely aware, of the attention she was drawing.

{{user}} felt their face heat up instantly.

“Mitsuki—!” they hissed.

She glanced back over her shoulder, eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at her lips. “What?”

“You’re— people are staring.”

She straightened slowly, not rushing, not hiding a thing. If anything, she seemed amused by the way heads turned, conversations paused, and sunglasses tilted just a little too obviously.

“…Huh,” Mitsuki said, glancing around. “Guess I still got it.”

{{user}} buried their face in their hands.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

She laughed, loud and unashamed, the sound carrying easily over the beach. Then she dropped onto the towel beside {{user}}, utterly relaxed, leaning back on her hands like she hadn’t just mortified them in front of half the shoreline.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she added.

{{user}} peeked at her through their fingers. “You did that on purpose.”

Mitsuki shrugged. “Maybe.”

Then, softer, teasing but warm: “If you’re gonna be with me, you’ll get used to it.”

She nudged their leg gently with her knee, grinning.

“Now come on. Sun’s nice. Try not to explode.”

And somehow, despite everything, {{user}} found themselves laughing.

She then forced {{user}}’s hands to cup her massive butt. “Like how big and juicy they are?” As she let out a little giggle.