Chapter 63 – School Trip to Okinawa!

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Author: Jammin’ Rabbit Original Source: Tamaya Kagiya Artist: Himexin

“Saeko, Saeko! Look, we’re so close to the ocean. It’s so blue!”

Mio shakes me awake before plastering her face against the window. A beautiful ocean as light blue as the sky comes into view. Rubbing the grogginess from my eyes, I can see pristine waves crashing against pearly white sand. A beach is nothing new to me, but seeing Mio happy does make my heart swell.

We’re finally here. Zamami Island in Okinawa Prefecture.

It’s only just hit noon, but it felt like we had been sitting forever. The entire class took a train to Kobe Airport, where we then flew to Okinawa Prefecture, and proceeded to take a ferry to Zamami Island, and we’re finally on the last stretch taking a charter bus to our hotel.

In reality, it’s a lot shorter than sitting in class all day..

To my left, Rika and Hitomi are leaning against each other fast asleep. I snap a quick photo of them. I’m glad their relationship is working out. Hitomi’s been less on edge about her family situation, no doubt due in large part to Rika being there for her.

The bus lurches to a stop, jolting everyone awake. As each of us hop off, we’re stunned by an unfettered sight of the beach. I have to hold Mio to keep her from jumping and flying off. But what really steals our breath away is another thing entirely.

We don’t have a hotel— at least, that’s not what it looks like.

Across from the beach, on the other side of the road is a whole villa in the style of a ryokan inn. Once again, I have underestimated the lengths at which this school goes to accommodate their students.

Two, single-story buildings like something ripped out of a travel magazine. They’re separated by a communal area, like an outdoor patio furnished with a firepit, billiards, and table tennis. My classmates make a run for it, but the three chaperones that came with us shout for everyone to line up.

Kikouji Sensei, Ieda Sensei, and Airi Sensei were the three faculty chosen to accompany the third years to Okinawa. Many teachers wanted to go, but Hitomi specifically chose these three because they are certified lifeguards. A lot of the boys in particular are excited about Kikouji and Ari Sensei because they’re both young women.

Ieda Sensei on the other hand, is a muscle-head. But unlike Coach from kendo, he has high enough morals that may put a damper on the boys’ antics. I would know. I would have been with them if I wasn’t a girl.

I can only imagine it. We’d be sneaking into the girl’s building, talking about girls, asking about who’s the most dateable—

Wait… I might come up as a topic of conversation since I’m a girl now! I’m curious about what they might say about me.

Ieda Sensei claps to get everyone’s attention. “Important information needs to be relayed before we let you off. Right building: boys. Left building: girls. There are big signs written on the front door telling you what gender the building is. If anyone is found not within their respective building past the 9:00 PM curfew, it’s supplementary lessons for the rest of the trip.”

Everyone collectively swallows the lump in their throat..

“With that being said, everyone enjoy yourselves!” Kikouji Sensei waves to us before taking off into the girl’s building first, with Airi sensei following close behind.

The class takes that as their invitation to all rush in together.

“Come on! Let’s drop off our stuff and head right to the beach.” Mio grabs my hand and pulls me in.

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“Whoa— slow down, we have a whole week!” I yell, nearly tripping over other people’s shoes in the doorway.

Mio doesn’t even care about the living room and kitchen. Every door is a sliding door. Waxed, wooden floorboards are without a trace of dust before our arrival. The dining area doubles up as a communal lounge, with a long island counter and several tables to sit on.

I don’t get too much of a look until we’re through the hallway further inside the ryokan. Mio throws open the sliding door to our tatami room. I’m slightly disappointed that it’s about the size of my own bedroom. However, it makes sense seeing as these rooms are originally intended for one to two people occupancy. We’re trying to fit a whole class year at four to a room.

“Like the place so much you’re going to stand in the way to keep it for yourself?” Hitomi says from behind.

I jump into the room and stand aside for her and Rika to come in. “S-Sorry! I was just awe-struck. Sometimes I forget that Tsukiji High is a private school.”

“The only downside is that we have to take care of the food situation ourselves.” Rika says.

She then dumps a ton of junk food onto the table. Candy, chips, cup ramen— it’s a convenience store of unhealthy food on a table.

“You know what they’d taste good with?” Mio pulls out a bottle of naga viper sauce.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I push the bottle back into her bag. “Rika, why do you have so much junk food?”

“Is it too much? My parents don’t often let me eat things like this. So coming out to Okinawa is my only chance to indulge,” she answers.

We don’t waste another moment to change into our swimsuits. Rika dons an orange one-piece with frills along her upper torso. Hitomi also goes with a one piece to cover her back tattoo. Despite the simple and modest swimsuit, the dark color emphasizes her athletic physique almost too well.

“I didn’t expect Saeko to dress so bold! The two-piece white swimsuit looks so cute on you!” Rika exclaims, her trembling hand holds a camera ready to take pictures of me.

“I settled on this out of the hundred skimpier ones Mio suggested.” The swimsuit she and Hitomi are ogling so much also comes with a detachable, ocean print sarong wrap around my waist, and Hatsumi gave me a sunhat to wear to complete the look.

It somehow feels like I’m wearing less clothes than when I’m naked. The power of a swimsuit is certainly a dangerous one. It’s triggering my inner exhibitionist complex.

“Speaking of Mio. What did she get?” Hitomi asks. “I can’t imagine it will be anything but excessively lewd.”

“Uh. About that…”

“I’m ready!’ Mio jumps out into the hallway, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably by a lack of fabric to keep them steady.

All three of us smack our own faces at the sight of Mio’s erotic swimsuit. She wears a white slingshot bikini. All that covers her body are the thin straps going over her breasts, only enough to cover the nipples and converging at her crotch.

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And I thought I was showing too much skin.

Hitomi heaves the heaviest sigh she can muster. “There’s no way I’m letting you wear that out there.”

“Psh. You’re such a prude. They wouldn’t sell this if it weren’t allowed on the beaches—”

Hitomi pulls on the band and lets it loose, snapping it back onto Mio’s breast.

“Yeowch! Don’t hurt the goods, man!” Mio complains, covering her chest.

“If you don’t want that happening all day, change into something else.” Hitomi has her arms crossed, not budging an inch.

“Fine…” Mio goes back into the room and returns a moment later in a white, two-piece bikini similar to mine. The difference stops there. It has no strands to tie, instead it is a band across her body to cover her breasts.

We aren’t the only ones in a hurry. The girls who came in before us have already changed; they’re rushing back down the hallway to get to the beach. On our way out, I noticed one of my classmates sitting by herself in the lounge.

Her messy, short black hair and glasses obscures most of her face. It’s hard to get a read of her expression. If I recall correctly, her name is Midorikawa Kaede.

She usually keeps to herself. I wonder if her group ditched her?

“Hey, Kaede. You’re not going to swim with everyone else?” I ask, walking up to her.

“Huh? Oh, uh… hi, Saeko. N-No… I’m not really interested in swimming.” she answers, avoiding eye contact with me.

Kaede tugs on the sleeve of her cardigan and pulls it lower down her arm. Come to think of it, she’s always wearing that cardigan even when it’s hot.

Maybe she’s sensitive to being cold?

“If you like, want to come hang out with my group? You don’t have to get in the water if you don’t want to.”

Again, she shakes her head, refusing my offer.

At that moment, I noticed a very purple bruise at the base of her neck. She realizes that I see it and yanks up the collar of her uniform.

“Please, forget what you saw…”

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Mio and the others are waiting for me to catch up, but I can’t leave her after seeing that. “If you’re hurt, we should ask Kikouji or Airi Sensei. I’m sure they have a first aid kit—”

“No!” she screams, slapping away my hand. “This doesn’t concern you. Mind your own business…”

Kaede’s hand is still quivering after swatting mine. She bows low, apologizes, and then races off to her room.

“What’s taking you so long?” I hear Mio shout from outside.


Our class swarms the beach. Some throw wet sand at each other, others are tanning, but most have dived into the water. Mio, Rika, and Hitomi are setting up a parasol and beach.

Fair weather, coupled with calm seas and mild waves make for a picture-perfect scene. The sand beneath my feet is so warm to the touch, I could fall asleep if I’m buried under it. A hint of salt in the air is a nice change of pace from the city pollution. A single breath fills me with energy.


I turn around in time to see Kana gasp.

“H-Hey… kind of embarrassing wearing a real bikini for the first time— What’s wrong?” I ask, lifting my hat to get a better look at him.

“Ahh. Nothing! I just think… you, uh, look good in that. It’s cute.” He then squats down, hugging his knees to his chest.

This has been happening a lot lately. “Did you… you got hard, didn’t you?”

“I’ll wait here for it to go down and join you later,” he says. “Oh, before you go. Do you want to come over to my room later at night?”

Him asking me that can only mean one thing.

“Your roommates are there… and Ieda Sensei put the fear in everyone about crossing buildings at night.” I’m trying to find a way out, but if Kana pushes the issue, I don’t think I’d be able to resist.

“My roommates are sneaking into town at night, so they want me to cover for them when Ieda checks in.” Kana is every bit as eager as I am, but I don’t want to get him in trouble. Even though I’m hesitant about it, the thought of having sex in secret excites me.

“I’ll… think about it,” I answer, gulping hard.

Kana throws a fist in the air. “Yes! I brought some snacks if you want to hang out late like old times. I’ll text you my room number later.”

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“Heeyyy! I need you to help me put on sunscreen!” Mio waves to me from under the shade of a parasol.

As I get to her, she lays down on the beach towel and pulls her bandeau over her head. Suddenly, I feel a lot more eyes on us than before.

“Maybe we should do this in the bathroom or—”

“We’re already here. Grease me up, baby!” she yells for the whole beach to hear.

I have a bad feeling about this.

When I squeeze the sunscreen lotion onto Mio’s back, she rears her head and moans. “Mmmh! Iyaaa~ Saeko, you pervert!”

I start spreading the lotion across her back with my hands. As I do, she reacts to every stroke and touch with increasingly loud moans.

“Can you not?” I beg.

Sighs of pleasure escape her lips. “It’s not my fault your hands are so good.”

The lotion is already spread thin, but I have to keep rubbing until they aren’t caked on her back… anymore…


The more I think about this, the dirtier it’s beginning to sound and look.

“Ahhh! Your hands are rubbing me everywhere, do you like my body that much? Don’t forget my sides.” Mio squishes her chest on the towel and smirks.

I rub my hands with another dab of lotion and start rubbing Mio’s breasts.

“Kyaa~ Not there! Ahh— you’ll make me… I’m going to c̲u̲m̲ if you keep groping there…!” Her moans are so exaggerated, but the beachgoers and voyeuristic classmates around me don’t think so.

“I’m going to stop helping you if you keep this up!” I warn.

“Kahaha. If you want to leave me topless, do you really think I’ll mind?” she counters back.

“Damn you…”

I’m exhausted from applying sunscreen on Mio, and I haven’t even started swimming yet.

“Alright. Your turn,” she says, squeezing a wallop of sunscreen lotion onto her hands.

I start backing away from her. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’ve already put on sunscreen.”

“There’s a part of your back you can’t reach. Come to Mio!” she dives after me, but I dodge out of the way. “You’re not supposed to dodge!”

“I don’t trust that you’re just going to just put sunscreen on me!” I race towards the waters with Mio closing in.

“Gotcha!” She tackles me from behind and we both fall into the ocean with a mouthful of seawater.

“Are you two okay?” Rika asks, drifting over to us on her floatie.

Mio sticks her tongue out in disgust. “Bleh! Why is the water so salty? It’s like someone poured soy sauce in here.”

“The ocean is salty. You didn’t know that?” I ask.

“I like your world a lot less now,” she remarks, swimming away.

“This trip was your idea, damn it!”

Swimming doesn’t last long. All of us tired out quick. We spend the rest of the afternoon lounging on the beach, building sandcastles and burying each other in the sand. Mio is the worst offender, sculpting penises and b̲o̲o̲b̲s̲ out of the sand of whoever gets buried.

A sensation I haven’t felt in a while suddenly tickles my aura.

“You feel that?” Mio points to a shaved ice stand setting up where sand meets the sidewalk.

There’s no mistaking the woman selling shaved ice is emitting a succubus aura. We haven’t seen another succubus other than Selene after Beatrice’s defeat.

“Geh. So that feeling was you after all?” The succubus disguised as a human woman turns the other cheek as we approach. “I don’t care what you have to say. I reserve the right to refuse service!”

“Oh? You got guts.” Mio slams her hands on the stand, shaking the machine and cups on it.

“We’re not looking for trouble, just to buy some shaved ice,” I respond, letting slip my aura in full force.

The succubus’ eyes go wide with terror and drops down to her knees.

“M-My queen! I didn’t realize— I’m sorry!” she apologizes, grinding her forehead into the sand.

People around us are glaring, thinking a pair of high schoolers is bullying a poor worker.

“You’re making this weird! People are staring so hurry and get up!” I implore her.

“I haven’t hurt anyone, I swear. I’m just trying to make a living now that we’re stuck on Earth…H-How about free shaved ice to show my fealty??” she offers.

“Wait, you don’t have to—” Mio’s hand slams shut my mouth.

“Make that four extra large shaved ice.” Mio orders.

“Four shaved ice for Queen Saeko. Right away!”

When we get our shaved ice, the succubus moves her joint to another location on the beach.

“Mio… we’re going to need to work on how we interact with rogue succubi from now on,” I say, crossing my arms.

She stuffs her mouth full of the shaved ice and shivers in delight. “Mmmh! Long live Queen Saeko. Kahaha!”

After coming back from the beach, we showered and hung out in our room for the rest of the evening. Having snacks for dinner courtesy of Rika was a liberating experience. I’m so used to my sister’s full-course meals, I’ve forgotten the joys of pigging out on the salty goodness of cup ramen and chips.

“Ahhh! I played so much I’m freaking beat.” Mio flops down onto the freshly laid futons.

In no time at all, she falls asleep like a slob in her own room.

“Heyy.” I poke at her cheeks, but she’s passed out like a log.

“Well, Saeko. Mio’s asleep, so that means you get both of us to yourselves,” Hitomi says, coming through the door in a simple yukata.

My face starts getting out. “Eh? Er— it’s fine! I’m not really feeling the urge today. Must be because I’m exhausted from swimming so much… ahaha…”

Hitomi shrugs and steps over Mio to get to Rika who looks like she’s about to pass out. “Another night then. Sleeping early sounds good to me.”

We shut off the lights, and I’m waiting patiently for Kana’s text when my phone vibrates. He gives me the number to his room— 9.

Excitement begins to build in anticipation for another night long session with Kana. My p̲u̲s̲s̲y̲ is already dripping wet.

I glance over to Rika and Hitomi. Both of their breathing is shallow, a good sign that they’ve fallen asleep.

I get out of my futon, cast invisibility on myself, and tiptoe out of the room.

On my way to the boy’s building, I see Kaede throwing cautious looks around the area before entering from the back.

Could Kaede be going to her boyfriend’s room? I don’t recall her being in a relationship. Though it’s entirely possible that she does, and no one knows about it.

I make my way into the boy’s building. It’s the mirror image of the girl’s building, so I know exactly where to go. Few students are in the lounge hanging out. Some of the rooms are dark, and others are lit.

Ieda Sensei marches into the hallway just as I enter. We’re about to run into each other, but I fly just above his head, narrowly avoiding him. He turns around, narrowing his eyes at whatever caught his attention. When his suspicion passes, he marches down the hall and disappears around the corner.


I finally get to room 9. The lights are off, which makes sense if Kana’s other roommates are out. If they give the impression that they’re sleeping, Ieda Sensei is less inclined to check in on them.

Quietly, I slide open the door and slip in. Four futons are spaced out from each other, all of them look like there’s someone underneath.


Though if I really think about it, this also makes sense just in case Ieda Sensei checks the room. There’s no way a teacher would touch a student just to make sure they’re sleeping.

“Kana? I’m here…” I whisper into the room, my libido skyrocketing to an all-time high.

There’s no answer.

Is he playing hard to get when I’m super h̲o̲r̲n̲y̲ right now? I guess I have no choice but to find the right one.

I take my clothes off and crawl underneath the closest futon. Looks like it’s my win finding him on the first try. I start stroking his thighs, feeling the bulge grow harder under his pants. When I pull his pants down, his delicious c̲o̲c̲k̲ stares back at me.

I start licking the length of his shaft, letting the saliva drip down to his t̲e̲s̲t̲i̲c̲l̲e̲s̲. Something feels off though. I’ve sucked Kana off plenty of times before, and his thing has a distinct curve to it. This one is straight and thicker towards the head….


The covers are suddenly thrown away. I’m face to face with a boy I’m not familiar with while I have his c̲o̲c̲k̲ in my mouth. The boy’s face contorts as his member throbs and ejaculates into my throat.

“Am I… dreaming…?” he asks, not taking his eyes off me.

The lights click on. The other three boys, all of whom I don’t know, awaken and see me.


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