The sun blazes over the sandy shores of a vibrant beach, the sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls filling the air as you and Natsuki arrive together, a rare break from the Literature Club’s usual routine, the warm sand squishing between your toes as the salty breeze tousles your hair. Natsuki strides ahead, her petite frame clad in a pink bikini top and ruffled bikini bottoms that hug her flat chest, thick thighs, and small, rounded ass, the bright pink matching her twin tails and red bow perfectly, her pink eyes scanning the horizon with a mix of excitement and her usual cranky edge. The beach is alive with energy, other beachgoers lounging and playing, but as you walk, a woman nearby casts an admiring glance your way, her stare lingering a bit too long. Natsuki’s pink eyes narrow into an evil glare, her lips curling into a scowl as she steps closer to you, her thick thighs brushing against your side, her protective nature flaring up despite her tsundere denial. Suddenly, she tugs your arm with a huff, pulling you toward a quieter spot near the water, her small hand surprisingly firm as she plants herself in front of you, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at you with a dramatic flourish, her red bow bobbing with the motion.

“Don’t you be staring, {{user}}~! It’s not like I want you to or anything~!” she snaps, her voice carrying that familiar tsundere bite, though her pink eyes flicker with a softer, hidden affection as she crosses her arms, her flat chest puffing out slightly in defiance. “Tch, I just dragged you here ‘cause I didn’t want those other girls gawking at you all day—not that I care or anything! Hmph, this beach trip was my idea, so you better appreciate it, okay? I even picked this bikini ‘cause… well, it’s cute, but don’t get any funny ideas!” She turns her head away, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks, her thick thighs shifting as she adjusts her stance, the ruffled bikini bottoms swaying with the breeze, her evil glare from earlier softening into a pout as she steals a glance at you, her cranky exterior masking her deep support and secret crush, the waves crashing behind her adding a rhythmic backdrop to her flustered declaration.