CHAPTER 50: (SIDE STORY) THE BEACH DAY TRAINING.

For the next few days, Kentaro had enjoyed his days on the luxury island, well, apart from the whole "getting frozen alive" thing, being forced to kneel in front of two angry girls, and nearly dying because of a certain stupid friend that loved to run his mouth for no reason, especially in dangerous situations.

But finally, after all that chaos, the final two days had quickly come around.

And although Kentaro would’ve loved to just relax on the beach with a drink in his hand and not deal with women with superhuman strength with powers beyond human comprehension threatening him, Shogo had other plans. A plan that wouldn’t allow Kentaro to rest these final few days.

Standing on the beach, his feet were warming up thanks to the sand’s warmth, Kentaro sulked.

"Oh, Commander says this is training," Shogo had told him earlier through comms. "You gotta survive a gauntlet of seduction, temptation, and jealousy, otherwise, what kinda man are you?! Huh?! A boy? Or a MAN destined to handle Alberlines and save the world with his love cannon?!"

Kentaro had rolled his eyes at the time.

But he quickly learned that ignoring Shogo? That never worked.

Because at random points of the trip, Shogo would send in literal idols-ten-out-of-ten women that could make entire kingdoms fall to it’s knees.

And now? Kentaro was dealing with one of them, a stunning blonde bombshell in a white bikini who had appeared out of thin air and had him cornered on the sand.

"Oops, hey darling... Wouldn’t you mind giving your big sister a back ruuubb~" she purred, leaning close enough that Kentaro could feel her breath on his neck.

Kentaro froze, his eyes wandered down below to her abundant amount of cleavage, standing shirtless with nothing but swim trunks. A very dangerous situation. "I-I-I’m not good at that kind of thing, I don’t have any experience... Maybe ask someone else?"

And with that, he turned around, trying to get away from her, but before he could escape, a hand like silk landed on his shoulder, causing him to freeze on the spot..

"Ohhh, come on~" she whispered seductively, pressing even closer, her chest brushing his arm like an intentional weapon. "Even if you’re bad at it or have no experience... You’re exactly my type. I’ll can manage to enjoy every second, so why don’t you just... Cover every inch of my body in sunscreen?"

Kentaro’s comms crackled. "Shogo. Why now?!" he hissed.

"Hehehe... Commander says this trip’s for training," Shogo replied, his voice muffled by the crunch of chips. "You think love battles are easy, Kentaro?! Pfft! Just wait, when three Alberlines come stampeding at you during a Bloom Event!!!

Suddenly, Shogo’s voice vanished, replaced by frantic mic rustling.

"Uh, hello? Shogo?" Kentaro called out, confused and also stuck with a developing situation.

Silence.

Then, Haruka’s calm voice. "Shogo is currently... In pleasure land. He said he was jealous of the beatings you’ve been getting from everyone. Sorry, but you’ll have to deal with this yourself."

"Pleasure... land...?" Kentaro muttered before another soft press reminded him of his current predicament.

"Come onnn~" The blonde woman whispered again, squishing her abundant chest into his chest while teasingly running a hand through his hair.

Kentaro’s face turned scarlet. These weren’t like Kira’s. Or Yura’s. Or even Serica’s. These melons were on a whole new level of size and feel.

He gulped. Loudly, unable to handle the teasing

"OKAY! OKAY! I’ll do it! Just-just lie down!" He shouted, clearly flustered.

She smiled victoriously, giving him that ’good boy’ look before unclasping her bikini top and lying face down on the towel that she had placed down.

Kentaro stared at the bare expanse of her smooth back. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t mentally strong enough for this type of thing.

Still he clearly had no choice; he knelt down, grabbed the sunscreen, rubbed his hands with it, and hesitantly spread it across her skin.

"UGHAHHH~!" she moaned suddenly. "Wow! You’re really good!"

Kentaro blinked his cheeks, turning pink from the sound, but his mind was confused. "...I just started..."

He kept working, trembling from the softness of her skin. His heart hammered like a drum until his nightmare cavalry arrived.

"KENTARO!!!"

"FOOLISH MAN! IS THREE WOMEN NOT ENOUGH?!"

"Ohhh~ husband’s into blondes... lucky for you, I have a hair dye kit..."

It was the trio.

Yura. Serica. Kira.

All in swimsuits, charging down the beach like vengeful goddesses.

Serica wore a light blue bikini, her chest bouncing with every step, gravity itself straining to keep up.

Yura’s dark purple set clung to her slender frame, elegance mixed with sharp curves that made heads turn.

And Kira, with a box of blonde dye in her hand, the smallest (in terms of chest size) of the three, moved like a predator, toned and perfectly sculpted from training.

The sight was enough to put Kentaro in awe, then in pure terror when Yura launched the first volley.

Ice-cold water balloons pelted him from all directions.

"COLD! COLD! TOO COLD!!!" Kentaro screamed, hopping in the sand like a lunatic.

The splash soaked the blonde idol too, who leapt up instinctively with a gasp... Making her forget to put her bikini top back on.

Blood gushed from Kentaro’s nose in a perfect anime fountain.

And that was because there, for everyone to see, was the holy grail, her "prize possessions," fully on display.

"WOW, KEN! YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT THIS-YOU’RE A DAMN PLAYA!!!" Shogo’s voice erupted through comms mid-crunch. It seemed he was back from his pleasure land adventure.

Kentaro couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe; his throat tightened as the sight took his breath away. All he could do was just stare.

The idol and both Yura and Serica screamed in perfect unison. Except Kira. She, on the other hand, took this opportunity to... snap a quick photo for her research into becoming the ideal woman that Kentaro couldn’t resist, and to her, blonde women with big breasts were one of them.

The blonde scrambled to grab her top and bolted, her face red as she refused to look anyone in the eye from the sheer embarrassment.

"I’M SORRRYYYYY!!!" Kentaro wailed, throwing himself into the sand as he watched the women run back into the hotel and then disappear through the corridor.

But Serica wasn’t letting him off. She watched the woman run away and then, she marched forward, her face inches from his, pressing her chest against his without a care. She narrowed her eyes as they pierced Kentaro’s soul.

"KENTAROOO... What was THAT?!" She shouted, demanding answers.

Kentaro stumbled back as he panicked. He quickly got onto his knees and pleaded for his life. "IT WAS SHOGO’S IDEA! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!" He cried out.

It was then that Kira squinted her eyes, landing on Kentaro before she asked a simple yet dangerous question. "Who’s... Shogo?"

Both Kentaro and Serica froze as they knew they had messed up; they couldn’t just go say who Shogo really was.

But before Kentaro could even lie and say Shogo was some sort of nickname for a friend-

"HAHA! IT IS I! Thank you, Master Kentaro, for waiting for me~!"

From the right where the blonde woman had run into the hotel, a voice rang out, horribly attempting to sound posh.

It was Shogo.

In questionable disguise.

He strutted down the beach in an ill-fitting black suit, a moustache barely glued to his face, tiny glasses crooked on his nose. A half-eaten corn dog stuck out of his pocket.

"Master sama! Your loyal butler has arrived to assist in your everyday... Training!" Shogo announced, bowing dramatically and nearly face-planting in the sand.

Kentaro gawked in confusion. "What the..."

Yura crossed her arms, unimpressed and unable to recognise that it was Shogo. "This is... Your friend?"

Kira tilted her head. "...Suspicious, he doesn’t seem like a butler, and when did Kentaro even have one..."

Serica’s glare could cut steel as she stared at Shogo.

"Ladies," Shogo said, dramatically adjusting his fake glasses. "Do not fear. I, Sir Shogo von Handsome, have come to... Prepare Kentaro for his true destiny. Today we battle... ON THE BEACH!"

Everyone blinked, looking at Shogo with a confused look.

"A battle?" They all said.

Hours later, after a ridiculous beach volleyball match where Kentaro failed miserably getting hit in the face each time, doing his best to keep up with the overpowered Alberlines, slash cradle operative, but to no luck, and each girl schemed to sit beside him at the evening campfire which was the prize Shogo claimed the winner would get, but only one victor emerged.

Not Serica.

Not Yura.

Not Kira.

But Shogo.

Still in his disguise.

He sat smugly next to Kentaro by the fire, a glass of wine in one hand that he got from Halcyon, the other resting on Kentaro’s shoulder like they were old lovers.

Kentaro slumped forward, exhausted, while Shogo grinned at the furious Alberlines glaring at him from across the fire.

"See, Kenny boy," Shogo whispered, teeth glinting in the firelight, "that’s how a real man wins beach day."

[The end of the Beach Day Training Side Story]