The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri

Yuzuru Nishimiya glared at him, blushing with embarrassment, and grabbed Shoko, who was standing next to her.

"Sister, let's hurry to the beach."

Kiyono Makoto watched the two sisters leave, then turned to look at the wooden house.

Several seconds passed.

The room remained quiet.

"Strange...why hasn't Futaba come out yet?"

Chapter 119 Beach, Swimsuits, Battleground

A dozen seconds passed in the blink of an eye, but Shuangye still hadn't come out. The entire wooden house was quiet, without the slightest sound.

"Futaba, are you alright?"

Kiyono Makoto couldn't help but ask.

"......fine."

A shy, low voice responded from behind the door.

Good heavens, so he was standing right behind the door all along?

It's so stuffy and hot in here, why don't you come out already!

creak ~

The door opened hesitantly, then was slowly pulled open.

The science-oriented girl, her face slightly flushed, covered her chest with her hands and walked out hesitantly.

"..."

Kiyono Makoto's gaze fell on the science girl, his breath hitched, and he instantly understood why Futaba refused to come out.

It's huge.

I thought my senior was already a representative of 'great tolerance', but I didn't expect there were other experts out there.

Among the girls on vacation together, Futaba is the second shortest, officially listed at 1.55 meters tall, exactly the same height as Yuzuru Nishimiya. However, if you only look at their physical development, the difference between the two is like that between an adult and a newborn baby—immeasurable!

No wonder Futaba was insecure and introverted in junior high school. When you're one step ahead of your peers, you're a genius; when you're ten steps ahead, you'll naturally become a ostracized monster.

Futaba was clearly still somewhat insecure, so she deliberately chose a very conservative swimsuit, which looked like a strapless top, not revealing any cleavage, and even had lotus-shaped trim.

Even so, that feeling of something about to burst forth, about to burst through one's clothes, still overwhelms you.

A famous line from a movie suddenly popped into Kiyono Makoto's mind:

"There are three things in the world that can't be hidden: a cough, poverty, and breasts."

The more Futaba tries to hide it, the more obvious it becomes!

"Wouldn't that... be strange?"

Rio Futaba bit her lower lip, turned her face away, her voice filled with shame and a hint of inferiority.

When I first changed into my swimsuit, I would unconsciously turn my back to everyone.

After changing into my swimsuit, I didn't even dare to push the door open after walking to the doorway... My development is completely out of proportion; I'll be laughed at, won't I?

Kiyono Makoto snapped out of his daze and clearly noticed the inferiority complex in the science girl's voice:

"Does Futaba want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Huh?"

Rio Futaba looked up in surprise, hesitated for two seconds, and whispered:

"...Listen to the lies first."

Kiyono Makoto took half a step forward and lowered his voice:

"I wasn't just thinking about Futaba."

Futaba Rio: "..."

The science-oriented girl's long eyelashes trembled in panic, her ears burned, and she quickly lowered her eyes to look at her toes.

Of course, Futaba's view was completely blocked by the slime, so she couldn't see what her toes looked like at that moment.

That was a lie... So, Kiyono's mind is completely consumed by himself?

So... so it doesn't seem strange that something that big is so big, right?

"call......"

Rio Futaba quietly exhaled, trying to keep her voice calm, and looked up at him:

"And what about the truth?"

"The truth..."

Kiyono Makoto took another half step forward, facing Futaba face to face, his tone unusually serious:

"If Futaba is weird, then there are no cute girls in this world... This is the absolute truth. If even one word of this is false, may I never have a seasoning packet in my instant noodles again."

"..."

Their eyes met.

Rio Futaba's heart skipped a beat. She nervously turned her head away, a blush quickly spreading across her delicate, fair face.

"Kiyono doesn't eat instant noodles."

"I'll have a meal once in a while, okay?"

"I...I'm going swimming..."

Rio Futaba hurried away, head down, as she quickly fled.

Kiyono Makoto lagged two steps behind, arriving on the beach one after the other. His gaze swept across the beach, where he saw Shoko meticulously warming up, while Yuzuru stood beside her, taking pictures everywhere with his camera.

Eriri was actually bending down to pick up seashells, looking quite interested.

As always, the sage was quietly playing on his phone.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat under a parasol, lazily gazing at the sea.

"Junior, come here."

A sweet, pleasant voice came from under the parasol.

"What's wrong?"

Kiyono Makoto strode over.

"Let me ask you a question."

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on a beach chair with her arms crossed, tilting her head and closing one eye. Her voice was languid and sweet as she asked, "What's the most important thing when swimming at the beach?"

Kiyono Makoto paused slightly, then quickly replied:

"It should be safe, right?"

"Correct answer."

Kasumigaoka Utaha snapped her fingers lightly and then handed over a tube of medicine:

"So I'm asking you, junior."

"What is it?"

Kiyono Makoto curiously took it, and after a closer look, he was speechless:

"...Sunscreen?"

"Everyone knows the ocean is dangerous, so they're naturally careful when swimming. But most people aren't aware of the dangers of ultraviolet radiation. Without protective measures, it's easy to get sunburned."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around, brushing her hair aside to reveal her flawless, snow-white back. Her voice was languid and casual, as if she were a teacher assigning homework to a student, "Help me apply some sunscreen."

It has to be said that not only are her legs beautiful, but her back is also flawless.

Her skin was snow-white and smooth, like a piece of fine mutton fat jade. From her shoulders down, her waist narrowed rapidly, becoming exceptionally slender, and two shallow dimples could even be seen.

"stare--"

The problem was that Kiyono Makoto clearly felt that the moment he took the sunscreen, the girls' eyes looked at him from all directions.

The beach wasn't very big, and the senior student wasn't deliberately lowering her voice, so even if others couldn't hear her clearly, they could tell what was going on at a glance.

Kiyono Makoto slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling as if the sunscreen in his hand was a hot potato:

"Wouldn't it be better to have someone else apply sunscreen for you?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha said lightly:

"It's said that having a boy help apply sunscreen makes it more effective."

rumor!

It's all a rumor!

It's like saying "the food in someone else's bowl tastes better"—it's just a psychological effect!

"Junior, hurry up!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head and looked over, "Don't forget our slave contract."

"So you finally admit it was a slave contract?"

The senior student pretended not to hear:

"Hurry up and apply sunscreen, or you'll get sunburned."

You were clearly hiding under the parasol and weren't getting any sun at all!

Seino Makoto reluctantly agreed:

Don't forget to give me reward points.

"Heh~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha lay down on the picnic blanket and chuckled softly:

"Junior, you really go all out when it comes to this kind of thing."

Kiyono Makoto, expressionless: "Senior, you're slandering me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes: "If telling the truth is considered slander, then it is indeed my fault."

Makoto Kiyono: "......"

Okay, okay, you like being sarcastic, huh?

Sooner or later, I'll make you beg for mercy with tears in your eyes!

"I'm starting."

Kiyono Makoto sat cross-legged behind his senior and squeezed sunscreen into his palm.

"Junior, be more careful and don't be lazy."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned to look at her, her voice languid, "Sunscreen needs to be applied evenly, otherwise it will leave unsightly patches of tan lines. If readers notice this at the book signing, they'll definitely ask questions like, 'Has Kasumigaoka Utaha been subjected to domestic violence lately?'... In that case, I'll have to ask my junior to explain."

That's enough! It's just a simple tan line; it has absolutely nothing to do with domestic violence!

Besides, even if there are tan lines, they're inside your clothes. You can't possibly go to a book signing event without any clothes on!

*Smack*

After spreading the sunscreen evenly in his palm, Seiichi Kiyono slapped his senior's alabaster-like back.

"what......"

Suddenly attacked, Kasumigaoka Utaha involuntarily let out a soft cry. The girl's sweet, trembling voice made hearts race, and the temperature in the air seemed to rise slightly.

"Senior, please don't make any strange noises."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's pretty face flushed slightly, a rare expression of embarrassment and annoyance on her face:

"It's normal for there to be a sound when someone suddenly attacked you with such great strength."

So, it's still my fault?