The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

"Thank you, Lord Kato."

Kiyono Makoto took the towel without hesitation. It felt slightly damp, and when he wiped the seawater off his face with it, he could smell a faint, pleasant fragrance.

"Is this the towel Kato just used to wipe his body?"

Kiyono Makoto's mood suddenly became complicated.

"Kiyono-kun, don't overthink it." Kato Megumi's voice drifted over as if she could read minds. "We just used two towels. The one you have is only for wiping your face and hair. The other towel is for wiping your body."

Kiyono Makoto turned his head and looked over, his face full of righteousness:

"Give me the other towel too."

"Huh?"

Kiyono Makoto said in a serious tone:

"If I dry my hair and then dry my body, won't I get the towel dirty?"

"……It doesn't matter."

Kato Megumi slightly turned her pretty face away, her tone indifferent:

"Anyway, I'll have to wash myself when I get back... and I can't accept using the same towel to dry my body right now."

I can't accept it now... but I'll be able to accept it later?

"Ok."

Kiyono Makoto didn't insist and quickly dried his body with a towel.

"Let's go back to the top of the cliff."

Kiyono Makoto squatted down again.

Kato Megumi's gaze shifted, finally settling on the faint scratches on Kiyono's back. A slight blush rose to her pretty face; those were marks she had made in her nervousness.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Kiyono-kun."

"..."

A moment later.

Kiyono Makoto carried his classmate, Saint, up the steep slope with ease.

"Thank God, you've finally made it up."

What just happened in the sea?

"Why did it take you so long to swim to the surface?"

"..."

The girls gathered around, concerned.

Seiichi Kiyono responded to each of them, and then said:

"I need to go down there again and bring up the fishing net."

"..."

Watching Kiyono Makoto nimbly climb down the steep slope, Kato Megumi gently pursed her pink lips, her gaze lowered, a slight tingling sensation still lingering on them, her fingers lightly twirling a strand of hair by her ear.

A moment later.

Kiyono Makoto returned safely, carrying the fishing net.

"It's already eleven o'clock, shall we all go back to the hotel for a lunch break?"

Rio Futaba helped fold the fishing net, then calmly offered her advice.

"Let's go back and have dinner."

Kiyono Makoto readily agreed, put on a shirt and shorts, hopped on his electric scooter, and sped off with the girls.

After half an hour.

The group returned to the hot spring inn.

After a short rest, everyone went out together to find a nearby restaurant to eat.

Once we sat down at the restaurant, we discovered that the island's specialty was actually shiitake mushrooms: shiitake mushroom meat patties, shiitake mushroom pasta, shiitake mushroom burgers, shiitake mushroom potatoes, and even shiitake mushroom pizza and shiitake mushroom ice cream... After looking at the menu, it was like stumbling upon a mushroom burrow.

Besides that, there are all kinds of seafood sashimi.

To be fair, the shiitake mushrooms tasted pretty good, at least better than the buffet on the cruise ship.

"I'm full... Junior, how about we go swimming at the beach this afternoon?"

After eating and drinking her fill, Kasumigaoka Utaha stretched and lazily tilted her head to look over.

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Makoto nodded: "The next mission will unlock in 24 hours, so we can have a good time for a day."

Since we're already here, it would be a shame not to go to the beach. So, apart from Futaba who seemed a little hesitant, the other girls all agreed.

"Futaba, are you feeling unwell?"

Kiyono Makoto quickly noticed the hesitation on Futaba's face.

"...I'm fine."

The science-oriented girl gently shook her head and unconsciously looked away.

Going to the beach to swim definitely requires changing into a swimsuit...that would be terrible, right?

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Eriri, hands on her hips, looked on with great interest:

"Let's go back to the hotel and get our swimsuits first."

"..."

Kiyono Makoto and the girls returned to the hot spring inn, each grabbed a backpack, and then rode their bikes to the beach.

Twenty minutes later.

A golden beach came into view.

Looking at the sea, beach, and coconut groves in the distance, Yuzuru Nishimiya's eyes sparkled, and a rare smile appeared on her usually aloof face.

"This is the place where travel should truly begin."

"Hey, there's nobody here."

"It's probably in a rather remote area."

"..."

Perhaps because Hachijojima is relatively remote, the beach was empty, with no passersby or tourists. Kiyono Makoto and his group had the whole place to themselves.

At the edge of the beach, there are two simple wooden huts with wooden signs that clearly indicate they are public, free changing rooms for tourists to change into their swimsuits. Further away, there is also a typical beach shop.

"Junior, sir~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned to look at him, her voice languid and sweet:

"Go to the convenience store and see if they have any parasols, the sun is incredibly strong."

Kiyono Makoto lowered his voice: "Are there any reward points?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head slightly: "Don't worry, it's already been recorded."

"That's good."

Upon hearing about the reward, Kiyono Makoto naturally turned around and headed towards the convenience store without hesitation.

Inside the convenience store, there was only a middle-aged woman watching TV. After a brief conversation, Kiyono Makoto quickly rented several parasols, beach chairs, and picnic blankets. He then asked for a cooler filled with ice and various drinks. After paying, he carried his things back to the beach.

Girls change into their swimsuits very slowly. When Kiyono Makoto returned with his things, the cabin was still quiet, and no one came out.

After putting his things down, Kiyono Makoto turned and went into the men's changing room, changed into his swim trunks, and then casually opened a few parasols.

Only then did the door finally open, and a tall, slender girl with long, straight black hair walked out first.

When Kiyono Makoto heard the noise, he turned around and his heart skipped a beat.

The senior student was wearing a black swimsuit, a standard two-piece style. The style wasn't daring; in fact, it leaned towards conservative. However, against the backdrop of black, her already fair and delicate skin appeared dazzlingly white.

Her fair and flawless face, her long and slender swan neck, and her delicate and lovely collarbones are all noteworthy. Looking down, the full curves of her breasts immediately draw the eye, and her deep cleavage is like the Mariana Trench, which would make even the bravest sailor lose himself.

Below that was her slender, snow-white waist, so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, and on her flat, smooth abdomen, the outline of her abs could be faintly seen.

Finally, the perfectly placed swimsuit skirt beautifully showcased the senior's long, straight, and flawless legs, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by God, without a single flaw.

Kiyono Makoto's heart raced and his mouth went dry. He suddenly remembered that black mermaid with dreadlocks not long ago. If his senior were to play a mermaid, the box office would definitely be a huge hit!

But I'll pass.

I don't want anyone else to see my senior's swimsuit except for myself.

A gentle breeze happened to blow by.

The girl's silky black hair swayed gently, like a dynamic ink plum blossom, with a few strands playfully brushing against her senior's fair and delicate face.

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her right hand, her slender, pale fingers gracefully tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

The sea.

breeze.

swimsuit.

The girl's long hair flowing in the wind.

And there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

In that instant, Kiyono Makoto felt as if time itself had frozen.

"Junior, sir~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms, her pink lips curving upwards into a confident smile, as if she had discovered a new continent, and leaned closer:

"My mouth is watering!"

"..."

Kiyono Makoto snapped out of his daze and quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, only to find that it was indeed a little damp.