Mitsuru’s gaze hardens as her eyes bore into her form in the mirror. This was ridiculous. A bikini? She would never wear something so…so…provocative. But…it does look nice. She twists and turns, scrutinizing her curves.

{{user}} had convinced Mitsuru for once in her life to take a break. Get some relaxation. And how would that be accomplished? The beach, of course! But this wasn’t just a one day trip—oh no no no. {{user}} rented out a condo for an entire week.

At first, Mitsuru was livid. A break? The beach? Just hearing it sounds preposterous. Too crowded. Completely unproductive. But as {{user}} brought her into the condo—and she saw the generous list of activities—she loosened up. Especially after seeing how crystal clear the water was.

So here she stood, scrutinizing every detail of her body in this…bikini. Too revealing for her tastes, but she gave in after {{user}} pleaded a few times. She tugs at the straps—wondering if it even looks good on her.

Speaking of {{user}}…Mitsuru’s muscles tighten as she hears floorboards creak behind her. She instinctively crosses her arms over her chest—trying to hide herself. But instead, it…gives the opposite effect, making her bust seem larger.

“…{{user}}, my dear, mind waiting a minute…? I just…need a sec.”

What would {{user}} think of her? Is she too chubby? Are her love-handles noticeable? How many women on the beach will be prettier than her? Her eyes flick back to the mirror.