In truth, Yukiko's excuse about a "girlfriends' night" was just a pretense to watch over Akashi.
She hadn't seen him for several days, and simply wanted to be close to her little Shota again.
As the saying goes, "One day apart feels like three autumns."
Or perhaps "A short separation is sweeter than a wedding night."
Whichever it was, that was the mood in Yukiko's heart—and so, the glamorous actress took the initiative to come along.
Late into the night, Yukiko's little hands under the quilt were not behaving themselves.
But having already exhausted his succubus energy on Vermouth back on the cruise, he was only half-awake and didn't react much this time.
Still, her playful harassment meant Akashi didn't get a proper rest—and so he made up for it by sleeping through the entire drive.
He lay with his head resting on Haibara's lap. Naturally, the little Loli didn't mind.
As she gazed at the sleeping succubus beside her, Haibara's sapphire eyes blinked thoughtfully. Her delicate hand gently brushed Akashi's face.
No one knew what went through her mind, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Then she turned to admire the scenery flashing past outside the window.
Vacation.
A vacation with Akashi.
It felt like a pretty perfect day.
By noon, the light-blue Mini Cooper pulled into the seaside Holiday Inn.
They had finally arrived.
Yukiko and Eri stretched as soon as they got out of the car.
Their graceful figures were accentuated with each movement—enticing like ripe peaches under the summer sun.
The salty tang of ocean air filled their lungs as they took a deep breath.
The sun was blazing. The sand was dazzlingly white.
Laughter and splashing echoed from the distance.
Now this felt like a proper holiday.
"Akashi! Get out of the car already. What are you waiting for?" Yukiko called cheerfully.
In the backseat, Akashi had already woken up.
He'd been using Haibara's thighs as a pillow the entire ride, and now her legs were completely numb.
It was time to return the favor.
Shota's hands began giving a gentle massage to the short white legs of the little loli.
A tingling warmth spread through her limbs.
Haibara's face flushed slightly. Her hands gripped Akashi's shoulders instinctively.
The blood circulation returned in waves—numbness, swelling, and a strange but oddly pleasant sensation coursed through her.
But it was effective.
Before long, she felt like she could move again!
Just as she was about to get up—
She was scooped right off her feet.
Yukiko had picked her up with ease.
"I told you not to spoil this kid so much!" Yukiko scolded playfully. "Let him use your lap and you end up with numb legs. Better let big sister carry you instead!"
Warm-hearted Yukiko was in full swing.
Haibara turned to glance at her with faint resentment in her sapphire eyes.
Meanwhile, Eri took a backpack from the trunk and reached for Akashi's hand.
"Let's go check in first. We can hit the beach after."
With that, she strode confidently toward the hotel, Yukiko following right behind.
As the four of them entered the Holiday Inn, they immediately drew attention.
Each one was strikingly attractive—especially Akashi.
As they walked by, countless heads turned in admiration.
They really did make a beautiful group.
At the front desk, they checked in and received their room card. Then they headed upstairs to Room 0408.
As soon as the door opened, two large white beds came into view, followed by expansive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Outside: coconut trees swaying gently, golden beaches, blue waters, a few yachts drifting lazily under a clear sky dotted with white clouds.
A perfect seaside view.
"Amazing!" Yukiko exclaimed. "I didn't expect the sand in Izu to be this white!"
"Quick, let's change into our swimsuits! I can't wait to dive in!"
Her bubbly voice made Eri and Haibara smile instinctively.
Yukiko's energy was contagious.
Eri chuckled, "We can head to the beach, but let's find something to eat first. Akashi and Ai must be hungry."
Yukiko nodded thoughtfully. "Good point! I saw a food stall nearby—we can grab something there. Hurry up and change!"
Responding to her urgency, Eri took out their swimsuits and entered the bathroom.
Just as Akashi picked up his own trunks, he heard the unmistakable sound of curtains being drawn behind him.
Then came the rustle of clothing.
He instinctively turned his head.
And what he saw—well, in an anime, it would've been censored by holy light.
But here?
There was no such mercy.
His eyes widened in an instant.
A visual feast!
That is—until a pair of small hands reached out and covered his eyes.
Haibara's cheeks were flushed pink as she scolded,
"Aunt Yukiko! Can't you at least change in the bathroom? Akashi is still here!"
She was exasperated. These adults had no sense of boundaries!
Who changes clothes in front of a young boy?
But Yukiko just laughed.
"What's the big deal? Akashi is just a child! He probably only just stopped breastfeeding—tsk, tsk, tsk~"
"..."
Veins twitched slightly on Akashi's forehead.
This woman…
She really needed a proper scolding.
Haibara's expression darkened. Was this big star flirting with Akashi?
Without a doubt.
"Okay, okay, stop covering his eyes. I'm already done changing!" Yukiko teased. "You two should hurry and change too!"
Reluctantly, Haibara removed her hand.
The next moment, Akashi was greeted by the sight of Yukiko in a bright red one-piece swimsuit.
It wasn't revealing—but the conservative cut only served to enhance her mature charm. The curves were unmistakable.
She bent over to look for a shawl to wrap around her waist.
DAUF!
That pose!
Haibara quickly turned her head on Akashi.
But Akashi was even faster—his gaze had already averted before she could act.
Seeing no mischief in his expression, the little loli retracted her hand that had been poised to pinch him.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open.
Eri stepped out, dressed in a deep blue one-piece swimsuit.
Long, fair legs. Elegant and dignified features. Loose, wavy hair that framed her graceful figure.
Absolutely stunning.
Neither woman opted for a revealing bikini. Instead, they wore stylish, understated swimsuits.
Still, they were breathtaking.
Had they gone with a three-point style, it might've been too much.
A touch of modesty saved them from unnecessary trouble.
After all, these two beauties had decades of experience—they knew exactly what they were doing.