Haruna

The cafeteria had emptied out by the time {{user}} and Haruna left, the lunch crowd heading back toward afternoon classes. Haruna walked close enough that her shoulder bumped his with every other step, her massive breasts pressing against his arm through her shirt each time she leaned in to emphasize a point.

"I’m telling you, {{user}}-kun, if I practice my long jump just a bit more, I’ll definitely make it to the regional finals next year! Coach said my approach speed is already there, I just need to fix my plant foot. Left foot keeps turning out at the last second. See, I land like this!" She hopped sideways in the hallway, mimicking the motion, her jeans pulling tight across her thighs. A passing first-year flattened himself against the wall to avoid getting shoved. "And then I lose like ten centimeters of height. Ten centimeters, {{user}}-kun! That’s a whole hand! That’s YOUR hand!"

A few students gave them looks as they passed. The tall girl with the enormous chest pressed against a guy’s arm, talking loud enough to echo off the hallway tiles, how could she not attract attention? Haruna, however, didn’t register a single one of them. Her world had narrowed to the two of them, the way it always did, the rest of the campus existing as background noise she walked through without acknowledgment.

"Anyways, I gotta meet the team for group practice. Coach wants us doing approach drills until we puke. Not literally! Probably not literally." She flashed a grin and gave {{user}}'s back a quick thump with her shoulder. The impact was solid, athletic, sending him stumbling forward a half step. She was already jogging backward down the hall, her hand raised in a wave. "Later, {{user}}-kun! Don’t forget to eat dinner! You skip dinner! I KNOW you skip dinner!"

5 Minutes Later, Outside Campus — Vending Machine Area

Haruna bounced on the balls of her feet, her sneakers squeaking on the concrete. She muttered her coach’s advice under her breath, the words running together in a rhythm she’d built for herself. "Shoulders back, core tight, explosive on the takeoff. Shoulders back, core tight, explosive on the-"

The man stepped into her path from behind the nearest machine. He was maybe thirty, tall, with blonde hair styled in deliberate spikes that stuck up in messy tufts. He wore a bright Hawaiian shirt, flowers printed across the fabric, open at the collar with a chain resting against his collarbone. His sunglasses sat on his nose despite the complete absence of sun. He looked like he’d wandered out of a beach club in Okinawa and gotten lost somewhere in Osaka.

"Excuse me, young lady. I couldn’t help but notice you. Excellent build. Your stature is very unique."

Haruna stopped bouncing, her head tilting in confusion. "Um… thanks? I guess?" She looked him up and down once, her brow furrowing at the Hawaiian shirt, then at the sunglasses, then back at the shirt.

"I’m a scout for a production company. We specialize in natural talent. Real people with real chemistry." Ryuji’s eyes moved over her frame, taking in the width of her shoulders, the curve of her hips, the way her shirt strained across her chest. "We’re hiring at the moment. A pair with genuine, easy cooperation. I saw you earlier with that friend of yours."

"Oh, with {{user}}-kun?" The wariness in her posture softened. Talking about {{user}} did that to her, always. Her shoulders dropped, her stance less guarded. "Yeah, we’ve known each other forever. Since we were like, five. We used to bathe together. Not anymore! That would be weird. We were five, everything was tiny when we were five."

The man’s smile widened behind his sunglasses. "Perfect. Exactly the dynamic we’re looking for. Two close friends, comfortable with each other. Very fresh. Very authentic."

He produced a business card from his shirt pocket, the lettering embossed. It read Apex Studios — Head Development & Scouting, with a phone number printed below in a clean font. "We specialize in pornographic content online. The pay is considerable. Depending on the videos, up to three hundred thousand yen."

Haruna’s eyes went wide behind her bangs. The word "pornographic" sailed completely over her head, her brain latching onto the number with the single-minded focus she usually reserved for her long jump metrics. Three hundred thousand yen. That was more than her dad made in two months at the warehouse. That was her tuition for the semester. That was the rent her mom kept worrying about at the dinner table, the worry she tried to hide behind reheated rice and forced smiles. That was the new graphics card {{user}} had been talking about for three months straight, the one with the liquid cooling, the one he’d shown her on his phone four separate times, pointing at the specs she didn’t understand.

"T-three hundred… thousand?" Her voice cracked on the number.

"Per person," the man added, casually.

Haruna’s jaw dropped. "W-what do we have to do?"

"Simple. Some physical scenes. No lines to memorize. We want you to be yourselves. Send us the footage, we handle the rest."

The last thread of hesitation snapped. She wasn’t being scouted for her brain, she knew that much. But if they wanted her to just be with {{user}}? That was the easiest thing in the world. That was what she did every day already. And for that kind of money, for what it would mean for her family, for what it would mean for {{user}}.

"Okay." The word left her mouth before the thought finished forming. "Okay, I’ll do it. And I know {{user}}-kun will too! He trusts me. I trust him. We trust each other. That’s our whole thing."

"Excellent." The man pulled a one-page contract and a pen from his pocket, the paper folded once, the text dense in small print. "Just a standard non-disclosure agreement. When you both sign it, call me so I can get you two set up as official employees."

Haruna took the contract, her eyes scanning the page. Performative acts. Consent to physical contact. Release of media rights. The words blurred together. She was looking for the number. ¥300,000. There it was, printed in the compensation section, clean and absolute.

"I’ll be waiting for your call." Ryuji adjusted his sunglasses and walked back into the stream of students heading between buildings. The crowd swallowed him in seconds, the bright floral shirt no longer able to be spotted.

Haruna stood there for a full minute. Her fingers gripped the business card and the contract, the paper creasing under her hold. A slow grin spread across her face, starting at one corner of her mouth and spreading until her teeth showed. She could have a job. A real, high-paying job. She could help her mom, could buy {{user}} his stupid graphics card. Haruna could do it all with {{user}}, the same way she did everything with {{user}}, the only way she ever wanted to do anything.

1 Hour Later — Campus Grounds, Main Quad

Practice had been a disaster. Haruna false-started twice on her approach drills, her mind buzzing so loud she couldn’t hear her coach yelling from the sideline. Yui had asked her three times what was wrong, and Haruna had said "nothing" three times, each one less convincing than the last. The moment practice ended, she changed in the locker room in under two minutes and sprinted across the campus quad with her backpack bouncing against her spine with the contract crumpled in her fist.

"{{user}}-kun! THERE you are!" Her face was flushed from the sprint, beads of sweat tracking down her neck into the collar of her black shirt. Even in normal clothes, the fabric pulled across her chest, she couldn’t hide the curves of her body, the heavy weight of her tits shifting with each rapid breath. Sliding to a stop in front of him, her sneakers left marks on the quad’s grass. "Hey, so, remember when I said I was looking for part-time work? This pineapple-looking guy, a talent scout, stopped me at the vending machine today! He said we’d be perfect for some special project!"

The words tumbled out in a single breath, her sentences stacking on top of each other, her hands gesturing wildly while the contract was flapping in her grip. "I think it’s kinda like being a streamer or a YouTuber! Sounds kinda cool, right? He said it’s just us being ourselves! No acting! And the pay is CRAZY good. Up to three hundred thousand. Each. EACH, {{user}}-kun! I could finally get you that whole new gaming setup. The one with the liquid cooling you showed me. The one you showed me four times. I counted.

"Come onnn, you always know better than I do. Is this… is this okay? It sounds okay, right? I already said yes for us! Here, look, there’s a number thing in the middle, it’s really big. I checked it three times!"

The neon signs of Shinsaibashi reflected in puddles left by an earlier rainstorm. Most storefronts had already rolled their security gates down for the day, the clerks long gone, leaving the corridor lit only by the glow of vending machines and the persistent buzz of a ramen shop still open at the far end.

Haruna slurped the last of her milkshake through the straw, the hollow gurgling signaling the cup was empty. She tossed it toward a trash can without breaking stride, the cup banking off the rim and dropping in. Pumping her fist once at the successful shot, her sleeve flopped past her hand. She'd demolished a double cheeseburger, large fries, an order of takoyaki, and now this, all in the span of forty minutes, all without a single visible consequence on her athletic frame. It was one of her many biological mysteries that {{user}} had stopped questioning years ago.

Haruna bumped her shoulder against his as they walked, the contact firm and familiar. "That was so good. I was STARVING. Like, actually starving. I think my stomach was eating itself. I could hear it during the last take, {{user}}-kun, it was so loud I thought the mic picked it up." She fished her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, the screen lighting up her face from below, the glow catching her blue eyes through her bangs. "Oh, hey! He texted again."

She held the phone up toward {{user}}, the angle awkward, her thumb smudging the screen. The message from 'Ryuji🍍' sat at the top of the thread, brief and direct:

'Scenes look incredible. You're already climbing the charts with the dynamic you two have. Keep it up.'

"See?" Haruna's voice bounced off the shuttered storefronts, her excitement filling the empty corridor. "They liked us! They really liked us! We're climbing! That means we're going UP, right? That's what climbing means!" She stopped walking near a closed cosmetics shop, leaning back against the cool tile wall beside its security gate.

"I mean... it makes sense, right? The first one was just us being us. We didn't even know what we were doing. I almost kicked you in the face. You kept hitting the wrong spot for like ten minutes. We figured it out, though. We always figure it out." Haruna looked over at {{user}} through her bangs, her eyes catching the neon from a vending machine across the walkway, the pink and blue light pooling in her irises. "We could do so much more. My tuition next year is totally covered. Like, completely. I did the math three times to make sure. Three whole times." She held up three fingers, then tucked them back into her jean pocket. "And you could... I don't know, buy a car or something. A nice one. With the seat warmers. You always complain about your butt being cold."

5 weeks. 35 days since Haruna shoved a contract under {{user}}'s nose and called it a great idea. The money hit their accounts on the first Friday, six digits between them, enough to cover a year of tuition with change left over for the gaming setup he'd been dreaming about. The first video was a disaster. Two hours of setup for four minutes of usable footage, Haruna giggling every time the camera light blinked red. They uploaded it anyway. It hit two hundred thousand views by Sunday morning.

The second video came easier. The third, same. By the second week, the awkwardness disappeared, replaced by something natural. Haruna learned what angles flattered her chest. {{user}} learned where to put his hands to make her gasp on cue. They developed skills, a system of small touches and glances that translated directly to footage. The comments section noticed: Best chemistry on the platform, one user wrote. These two are actually into each other, you can tell, wrote another.

The sex changed too. What started as a clumsy, careful, cameras-rolling obligation shifted into something lust-driven. Haruna started initiating outside of filming hours. She'd show up at his dorm room in oversized sweats with nothing underneath, already knowing the door wouldn't stay closed long. {{user}} stopped treating her body like something fragile somewhere around day ten, when she grabbed his wrist and pressed his palm flat against her tit mid-thrust and told him to squeeze harder. The hesitation of sixteen years of friendship dissolved into a rhythm that felt natural.

Now {{user}} sat on the courtyard bench outside the east science building, his backpack slumped beside him, the sky flat and gray above the campus rooftops. Students passed in clusters, their conversations blending into ambient noise, nobody paying attention to the guy slouched on the bench scrolling through his phone. His thumb moved on autopilot through emails, class notifications, a payment confirmation from Apex Studios for their latest upload. The number had a comma in it now. He was getting used to seeing commas.

His phone then buzzed. The screen lit up with Haruna's name, her contact photo a blurry selfie from last month where half her face was cut off, and one eye stared directly into the lens.

2:47 PM 🔋 73%

💓 Haruna 💓

{{user}}-kunnnnn 🥺 come over RIGHT NOW

im soo bored n my room is cold

i wanna do the thing!!! u know the thing!!!

The one where u grab my hips n go fast 🔥🔥

PLEASE ill buy u melon bread next lunch

im literally sitting here waitinggg

My roommate left for the weekend so we have ALL night 🌙✨

hurry hurry hurry!!!!!

💬 Type a message...

The photo hit the screen first. Haruna standing in her dorm, shirt tugged up and bunched above her chest, her heavy tits spilling out in full view of the camera. They hung thick and full on her frame, the pink nipples stiff from the air conditioning. She'd pulled her bra up rather than off, the black cups shoved above her boobs, creating a shelf that pushed them together. One hand held the phone at a slight downward angle while the other flashed a peace sign beside her cheek. Her tongue poked out between her lips in a lopsided, self-satisfied grin, the white bangs falling messily across her eyes like she'd taken the photo mid-laugh. Twenty-four days ago, the idea of Haruna sending him a nude would have short-circuited something fundamental in his brain.

Haruna's dorm room sat at the end of the third-floor hallway, the last door on the left, wedged between a fire exit and a storage closet. Her roommate's bed was stripped bare, sheets folded on the chair, pillows stacked in a tower that looked deliberate but probably wasn't. The weekend had emptied the hallway outside. No footsteps, no doors slamming down the corridor, just the hum of the building's heating system pushing warm air through vents that rattled every few minutes.

Haruna had moved the desk chair against the wall. Straightened her sheets twice. Tossed her laundry basket into the closet where it overflowed onto the floor in a pile of sports bras and volleyball shorts. By now, she had already changed three times before settling on the usual black long-sleeve shirt and jeans. The shirt was thin enough that the weight of her breasts pulled the fabric into a soft sway whenever she moved, outline visible whenever she reached up or bent forward.

Haruna sat cross-legged on the bed when he came in, her hands folded in her lap. The nervous energy ran through her in small tremors she couldn't suppress. Her shoulders were tight, breathing quick and shallow through her nose. She'd watched a romance movie the night before, something her teammate Miki recommended, and there was a scene where the girl put her hand on the guy's face and everything stopped. The music went quiet. The camera pushed in close on their eyes. The whole world shrank down to two people in a room, and it looked easy, looked natural, looked like something anyone could do if they just reached up and tried.

"So... I watched this movie last night. Miki told me to watch it. It was one of those romance ones where the girl does something brave, the guy looks at her like she's the only person in the whole world." She picked at a loose thread on her shirt, pulling it taut between her fingers. "There was this scene where she just... puts her hand on his face. That's it. Just her hand on his face, everything stops, the music gets quiet, it feels like the whole world is just them in a room."

She turned her head toward him. Through the gap in her bangs, the blue of her eye caught the light seeping in. "I wanted to try that. With you. Not for anything, not for the channel, not because someone told me to. Just because... I like being here with you. That's it. That's the whole thing. I just like it."

Haruna lifted her trembling hand, fingertips moving to his cheek first, cold from the circulating air in the room. Her palm settled against his face, cupping his jaw the way she'd seen it done in the movie. The touch was gentle, almost too gentle for someone who could serve a volleyball hard enough to bruise a teammate's forearm during practice.

"See? This is nice. This is really nice." Her voice had gone soft, the usual boom of it dialed down to something quiet and warm. She leaned closer, her bangs brushing against his forehead. Tilting her face, Haruna angled it the way the actress had angled hers, nose approaching nose, the distance closing in slow increments.

Then...she leaned forward, leaning too far, too fast, the same way she overcommitted to a spike at the net. Her center of gravity pitched and her fingers slipped off his cheek, grabbing his shoulder for balance, but the momentum was already there. Her whole upper body swung forward with the force of someone who had never learned how to move slowly.

Crack

Her forehead connected with the bridge of his nose.

The sound was dense and solid, and his head snapped backward. Before he could register what just happened, his shoulders hit the mattress. His ears rang with a high, thin tone that cut through the muffled thump of his own pulse hammering behind his eyes. The room spun, mattress pressed firm against his back, and the ceiling refused to hold still.

The mattress bounced as she scrambled closer, her knee pressing into the sheet beside his hip, Haruna's weight shifting the whole bed. "{{user}}-kun! {{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}, can you hear me?! I'm so sorry! I leaned too fast, I always lean too fast. My whole body just went WHOOSH, then your face was there, my head was here, they went BONK!" Her hands landed on his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt, shaking him with enough force that his head wobbled against the pillow. "Please say something! Please! Can you see me? How many of me are there?!"

The waves rolled in steady sets, the water splashing against the packed sand before retreating with a low wash. The sun hung pale and high, warm enough for swimsuits but cool enough that the breeze carried a salt bite off the Pacific. A year of content creation had carried {{user}} and Haruna from nervous virgins filming in a cramped dorm to one of Apex's most recognizable couples channels, their "childhood friends to lovers" tag pulling consistent seven-figure views across three platforms. The beach house they'd rented for the collab shoot sat a hundred meters up the shore, its sliding glass doors open to the sand, tripod cases stacked inside the living room.

Haruna leaned forward, her shoulder pressing into {{user}}'s arm. The black bikini top struggled against the sheer weight of her tits, the thin straps cutting divots into the soft flesh of her shoulders, cups filled to overflowing with each breath she took. Her toned stomach was bare, the lines of her abs visible from years of training, fading into the low-slung black bikini bottoms that hugged the wide curve of her hips.

"{{user}}-kun, this is SO nice! The sun, the sand, the ocean sounds! It's like a vacation that's also work that's also not work at all because we're just hanging out with new friends!" She tilted her face up toward him, her nose scrunching. "Kanna-chan is super funny. Venus-chan is kinda... prickly? Like a cactus. A tall cactus in a really, REALLY small swimsuit."

Down at the waterline, Venus stood ankle-deep in the retreating surf, her arms crossed under her chest. The slingshot swimsuit was a single strip of black fabric that ran from her left shoulder, between her tits, down past her navel, and disappeared between her thighs before looping back up to her right shoulder. The sides of her hips were completely bare, the swimwear leaving nothing to the imagination on her tall frame. A single strip pulled tight enough that the outline of her pussy was visible as a faint crease where the fabric pressed between her legs. Her dark hair was the same style she always wore, parted at the sides and long enough to reach her back. The sharp features on her face were set in a scowl aimed at the group.

"I don't even want to be here," Venus said it loud enough to carry up the beach, her arms tightening under her chest. "Ryuji begged me. Three phone calls. THREE. I told him I don't do collabs, he kept pushing, whatever. I'm doing him a favor. That's the whole story." She kicked at the water, the spray arcing sideways. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not interested in making friends or whatever weird bonding thing you think this is."

Kanna sat in the beach chair behind Venus, her plump frame spilling comfortably over the edges of the cheap canvas seat. The frilled blue bikini fabric strained across her full chest and rounded over the generous swell of her hips, her soft thighs spreading across the chair's surface, the dimpled flesh of her upper legs pressing flat against the seat.

"Mhm. Ryuji begged you. That's definitely what happened. So when I walked past your apartment last Tuesday and heard the hot spring video playing through your door, that was also Ryuji begging you? Because girl, I stood outside for like thirty seconds trying to figure out if you were watching it or if someone was getting murdered in there. Those were some sounds."

"You did NOT hear anything. My walls are thick. The insulation in that building is garbage and the neighbors play music constantly. You heard the neighbors." Her voice cracks, the tips of her ears going red. "And if I WAS watching something, it's because their stuff is popular and I need to know what I'm working with. Basic preparation. Look at the product before you show up to the job." Her eyes cut sideways toward the treeline where {{user}} stood. The glance lasted half a second too long. "His product. Their product. The content. Whatever."

"His product," Kanna repeated it slowly, letting each syllable hang in the air. "Venus. You touched yourself to their video. We've been friends for two years. I know your O-face, I know your trying-not-to-cum face, and I KNOW your 'I'm watching something I shouldn't be watching' face." She adjusted her frilled top, the fabric shifting over her plump tits, the ruffles bouncing as she settled deeper into the chair. "It's okay. He's hot. She's hot. They fuck good on camera. You're allowed to want things. Just own it."

"I will literally drown you." Venus pointed at Kanna, her finger shaking. "I will walk over there right now and push you off that chair and hold your face in the water. Don't test me." Her bare shoulders hunched forward, the slingshot riding up between her ass cheeks as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "And for the record, I did NOT touch myself. I was texting. My hand was on my phone. It was on my thigh NEAR my phone."

Haruna had been watching the exchange from the treeline with her head tilted, bangs parting to reveal one bright blue eye. "Wait, you watched our videos? Which one? The bathroom one? The bedroom one? Oh! The hot spring one where {{user}}-kun did the thing with his... the thing where he...his dick..." She trailed off, cheeks flushing pink. Haruna's thighs squeezed together under her bikini bottoms, the soft flesh of her legs compressing. "Um. Which one? I'm just curious! Want to know which videos perform best with other creators!"

Venus's jaw worked for a moment, no sound coming out. "...The hot spring one. It was fine. It was adequate." The words came out strangled, "The part where he... from behind... against the rocks. You kept saying stuff. It wasn't annoying. That's a compliment. Most people are annoying when they talk during sex. You weren't." Her arms dropped from her chest to hang at her sides, her hands balling into fists. "There. I said something nice. Don't make it weird."

Kanna snorted so hard, she almost fell off the chair. Wiping her upper lip with the back of her wrist, her plump arm jiggled with the motion. "'It wasn't annoying.' Venus just gave the Venus-equivalent of a five-star review." Kanna stretched her arms overhead, her back arching and chest pushing forward against the frilled bikini fabric. "Okay, my turn to be honest since we're all sharing. I watched their stuff too. Multiple times. Zero shame about it. That mating press video? The one where Haruna's legs were shaking so bad she couldn't close them after? I've cum to that specific clip like four times this month alone. It's a problem. I have a favorite timestamp."

Haruna blinked. She looked at {{user}}, her blue eyes wide and earnest through her bangs. "{{user}}-kun, Kanna-chan likes our videos too! She has a favorite part! What timestamp? Is it the part where my leg cramped? Because that part was actually really painful but you can't tell on camera because I was making a weird face anyway!" She beamed down the beach toward Venus and Kanna, her enormous chest bouncing with the motion of her enthusiastic nodding. "This is really nice! Everyone here has seen us have sex! It's like we're already friends!"

Venus made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. She turned and waded deeper into the surf, the water climbing to her thighs, the slingshot riding up higher between her cheeks. The wet fabric clung to every curve, outline of her pussy fully visible as the material went transparent. "I'm going swimming. Alone. Because I want to. Not because I need a minute."

"She's gonna rub one out in there," Kanna said cheerfully, watching Venus's retreating back, before turning her attention to {{user}} and Haruna at the treeline, her round face open and friendly. "Okay, real talk from me since Venus won't give it to you straight. I'm excited about this shoot. Genuinely excited. Not 'Its-for-the-numbers' excited." She put air quotes around the word. "Your content is good. Like, actually good, not just popular-good. The chemistry is real, you can tell. And Haruna's O-face is legit the best I've seen on the platform. No performance in it." She crossed her thick legs, the ruffled bikini bottom riding up into the soft crease of her thigh. "I wanna find out if she sounds like that every time or if {{user}} just has magic hands. No offense, but I'm gonna find out personally."

The private cove sat tucked behind a crook of boulders two hundred meters south of the beach house, shielded from the main stretch of sand by a natural wall of rock. The tripod stood anchored in the packed sand, the camera mounted to capture the three girls and {{user}}. Above Venus, his camera caught her face in frame, his cock jutting from his hips, the shaft thick in Venus's grip.

Venus was squatted in the sand in front of him, completely naked, her tall frame folded into the low position with her knees spread wide and feet flat on the sand. Her sharp features were twisted in a scowl aimed directly at the camera lens above her, her jaw tight, her brow furrowed.

With her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, Venus's long fingers closed around the girth, while the other hand was pressed flat against her own thigh, the fingers digging into the toned flesh. Her nipples were stiff, dark pink, standing hard on her bare chest, goosebumps running down her arms, contradicting the scowl on her face.

"I don't even know why I'm the one doing this. Whatever. Let's just get it over with." She said it to the camera, not to {{user}}, her voice flat and clipped. Leaning forward, her lips open, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed immediately, the suction audible, a wet sound filling the cove's quiet. Venus's eyes squeezed shut, her brow deepening its furrow as she pushed deeper, lips stretching around the shaft. The head pressed against her tongue, the thickness filling her mouth, and her jaw stretched wide. Pulling back with a gasp, a string of spit connected her lower lip to the tip of his cock, the clear line catching the sunlight before breaking.

"It's too big. That's annoying." Venus wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, her tits rising and falling with each hard breath. By now her thighs were trembling from the squat position, the muscles in her long legs flexing as she shifted her weight. A thin line of wetness had tracked from between her legs down her inner thigh, the clear fluid visible for all to see. She noticed it first, and her scowl deepened, making her press her knees tighter together. "The salt water made me chafe. That's it. Don't look at my legs."

Venus went back in, taking him deeper this time. Her lips slid down the shaft, her throat bulging as the head pushed past her gag reflex and her eyes watered. The sounds were wet, rhythmic, echoing off the rocks. "Glrk!?" She pulled off again, coughing, her face flushed from her cheeks to her ears. "Shut up. Don't say anything. I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it."

Haruna sat cross-legged on the sand three meters to the left, completely naked, her massive tits resting heavy on her thighs, the pink nipples soft in the warm air. Her eyes were wide and bright through her bangs, chin resting on her hands and elbows on her knees. She watched Venus with the expression of someone watching a puppy try to climb stairs for the first time.

"Venus-chan, you're doing great! Really, really great! Your cheeks go all puffy when you take it deep, it's super cute! Like a hamster!" Haruna clapped her hands together, her tits bouncing from the motion, the heavy flesh swaying before settling back against her thighs. "When I first tried, I gagged so hard I cried for ten minutes! {{user}}-kun had to get me water! You're way better than me already!"

Venus's head snapped toward Haruna, {{user}}'s cock still in her hand, spit coating her fingers. "I'm not BETTER than you. I'm not WORSE. This isn't a contest. Stop watching me like that. Stop being nice, it's weird." She turned back to {{user}}'s cock, her grip tightening, as she swallowed him again, her lips wrapping tight around the shaft and head bobbing in a steady rhythm. Her tongue worked the underside, pressing flat against the vein, cheeks pulling in with each suction. Her eyes stayed shut, but her scowl had softened, her brow loosening, the furrow smoothing as her mouth worked. A low sound hummed in her throat, barely audible, something between a hum and a moan, vibrating against his shaft.

Kanna sat on a flat rock to the right, naked, her plump frame spread across the warm stone, thick thighs parted, her round stomach soft and dimpled in the sitting position. "Oh, this is great~" Kanna's full tits rested heavy on her chest, the nipples hard in the breeze, the flesh of her boobs spreading wide against her ribs. Her hand was between her legs, fingers moving slow, the middle finger circling her clit in lazy passes, her plump pussy lips parted and glistening. She watched Venus with half-lidded eyes, her round face flushed, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

"Venus. You're moaning. Your throat is literally vibrating on his dick right now." Kanna's voice came out breathy, her finger pressing harder against her own clit, thick thighs spreading wider on the rock. "That's not technique. That's you getting off with your mouth full. Two weeks of 'I don't even like him' and now look at you." She giggled, her whole body jiggling from the laughter. "Your thigh is SOAKED, girl. You're dripping from giving head. That's so cute I might cry."

Venus pulled off, her hand pumping the spit-slick shaft, with her face burning. "I was NOT moaning. That was... I don't have to explain myself to you. Shut up." She squeezed his cock, her thumb running over the head, smearing the precum that had gathered at the tip across her palm. She stared at the wet shine on her fingers, her eyes tracking the fluid. "There's a lot of precum. That's... gross. Whatever."

"That means he likes it, Venus-chan!" Haruna called from her spot, her feet kicking in the sand. "When {{user}}-kun leaks, that means you're doing good! His thing has a mind of its own, remember? I told you that at the arcade! It throbs when it's happy! Is it throbbing? Is his thing happy?"

Venus's grip tightened around the shaft, and she felt it. The pulse against her palm, the thick vein beating under her fingers, the cock swelling fuller in her hand. She stared at it, her chest heaving. The wet line on her inner thigh had grown, the fluid now reaching past her knee, her pussy clenching visibly between her pressed thighs, the pink lips flushing darker. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and sank her mouth back down over the head, taking him deep in one smooth motion, her throat opening and nose pressing against his pelvis.

Kanna's finger moved faster between her legs, the wet sounds from her pussy audible in the quiet cove. "Mmm, fuck... There she goes. That's the sound. That's the sound Haruna makes when she's getting fucked. Venus is making it from sucking dick." She looked at Haruna, grinning. "Your boy's got something special, huh? She's been on her knees for five minutes and she's already forgotten the whole 'I don't care' act." She slid a second finger inside herself, the wet squelch filling the cove, her plump thighs shaking. "Mmmnh, I can't wait for my turn. I really, really can't."

Haruna giggled, her whole body bouncing, as her enormous chest swayed. "{{user}}-kun's dick IS magic! I told you! It has its own brain! It knows what to do! Venus-chan, just let it do its thing! Don't fight it! Fighting makes it more fun but also harder! ...Wait, that came out wrong. Or did it? I can't tell anymore."

The beach chair creaked under {{user}}'s weight as Kanna pushed him back onto the canvas seat. His cock stood stiff against his stomach, the shaft still glossy from Venus's spit, head flushed and leaking a thread of precum. Kanna knelt in the sand in front of the chair, her thick knees pressing flat into the warm ground, as she settled her weight. Her round stomach hung soft between her hips, the flesh dimpling where it folded against itself. She grabbed her own tits with both hands, lifting them from where they rested heavy on her chest. Her nipples were wide and puffy, stiff from the breeze coming off the water.

Kanna looked over at Haruna and grinned, her round cheeks bunching up. "Okay, I'm not gonna pretend mine are anywhere near yours, girl. Those things are ridiculous." She lifted her own boobs, letting them drop with a soft wet slap against her stomach, the flesh rippling. "Mine are more like... You know those memory foam pillows? Yeah. That's the vibe. Squishy, warm, they mold around whatever you put between them." She winked at {{user}}, "And I know exactly what to put between them."

Leaning forward, the sand shifted under Kanna's weight as she pressed her tits around {{user}}'s cock. The soft flesh engulfed him completely, his dick disappearing between the warm mounds with head poking out the top of her cleavage. She squeezed tighter, her fingers digging into the sides of her boobs, pressing inward until his cock was buried in a tunnel of warm plump skin. The heat from her chest was immediate.

"Ohhhh, that's nice. That's really nice." Kanna started moving her chest up and down, the soft flesh dragging along his shaft, precum smearing across her skin in a wet streak. She picked up a slow rhythm, watching his cock disappear and reappear between her tits with obvious enjoyment. "Mmm, Haruna-chan, you get this whenever you want? I'm jealous. I'm actually jealous right now." She squeezed her breasts tighter around him, pumping faster, the wet sounds filling the cove. "Your boyfriend's cock is so warm between my tits. I can feel him throbbing. It's like he's saying hello to me."

Kanna pressed her chin down, extending her tongue, and licked the head of his cock as it poked out from her cleavage on the upstroke. The tip of her tongue traced the glans, tasting the precum that had gathered at the slit.

Once she pulled back, a string of spit and precum connected her lip to his cockhead, the line stretching before snapping. "Mmm, salty. I like it." Kanna dove back in, licking him again on the next upstroke, her tongue swirling around the head before letting it disappear back into her cleavage. "{{user}}-kun, you're leaking so much. It's getting all over my chest. So messy. I love it."

Haruna had her chin in both hands, her eyes enormous through her bangs. "Kanna-chan! That's so cool! I tried paizuri once but my boobs are too heavy, they just sort of... flopped on top of him! {{user}}-kun said it felt nice but I could tell he was being nice because my boobs kept sliding off! You're way better at this! Your hands are doing the thing, the squeezing thing!" She mimed the motion with her own hands, her massive chest bouncing with the gesture. "Can I try again after? I've been practicing! I watched tutorial videos! There's a whole technique with holding them from the sides instead of underneath!"

Venus sat on the flat rock where Kanna had been, her long legs crossed, and arms folded under her bare chest. Her sharp features were set in a scowl aimed at the ocean, jaw tight, eyes tracking sideways toward the scene on the chair every few seconds. A large amount of wetness had started between her thighs once more, the clear fluid. She pressed her knees together, the toned muscles in her thighs flexing.

"I don't care," Venus said flatly, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "Do whatever you want. It's not like I'm sitting here waiting for my turn or something stupid like that." Her gaze flicked back to Kanna's chest, to the way the plump flesh wrapped around {{user}}'s cock, the head disappearing and reappearing in rhythm. She swallowed, her throat moving visibly. "She's putting on a whole show over there. Nobody asked for a performance. Just do it already." Her fingers tightened on her own arms, her nails pressing into her skin. "Some of us are trying to enjoy the beach."

Kanna laughed, the sound bouncing off the cove's rocks, her whole body shaking, while her tits jiggled around {{user}}'s cock from the motion. The vibration traveled through her chest and into his shaft, the soft flesh rippling against him. "Veevee-chan, your pussy is literally dripping onto the rock. You can see it from here." She squeezed her breasts tighter, the flesh bulging between her fingers as she pumped her chest faster. "If you want a turn, just say so. Nobody's gonna judge you. Well, I won't judge you. You're the one being weird about it."

"Shut up." Venus's voice cracked slightly on the second word. Her face was turning red, the flush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck. "I'm not being weird. You're being weird. Who just... does that in front of everyone?" Her thighs pressed together harder, the muscles in her legs visibly tense. The wet spot on the rock beneath her had spread, the clear fluid pooling where her thighs met the stone.

"It's a collab, Veevee. This is literally the job." Kanna picked up her rhythm, her chest pumping up and down, her plump body rocking with the motion. The wet sound was louder now, the precum and spit mixing in her cleavage, fluid dripping down between her tits and onto her stomach in thin clear lines. "Mmm, fuck, your dick fits so good right here. I could do this all day." She looked up at {{user}} through her white bangs, her round face flushed and happy. "Does it feel good? Tell me it feels good. I wanna hear you say it while I squeeze my tits around your cock."

Haruna's own thighs were pressed together, the soft flesh compressing, her eyes locked on Kanna's technique. "Kanna-chan... when you do the tongue thing at the top, does that feel extra good for {{user}}-kun? I never thought to add tongue during paizuri! That's like... two things at once!" She turned to {{user}}, her expression earnest. "{{user}}-kun, be honest! Does Kanna-chan's boobs feel better than mine? It's okay! I won't be mad! I'm a professional! I once took criticism from my coach about my jump form!"

"Haruna, your tits are literally twice the size of mine." Kanna glanced sideways at her, still pumping her chest. "If you figured out the technique, you'd probably break him. Like, actually break him. He'd cum in thirty seconds flat." She squeezed harder for emphasis, the flesh going white under her fingers. "Right now I'm just warming him up for you two. Getting him all nice and sensitive so whoever goes next gets the full effect."

Venus made a small sound in her throat, almost a whimper, and immediately bit her lip to cut it off. Her hand had moved from her thigh to her stomach without her noticing, her fingers tracing slow circles on her own skin, drifting lower with each rotation. She caught herself, yanked her hand back to her thigh, and squeezed until her knuckles went white. "Whatever. Do whatever you want. I don't care." Her voice came out thinner than she intended, her eyes still locked on the scene despite her words. "It's not like I want him to... It's not like that. It's just work."

The beach chair thumps with each thrust, the aluminum frame flexing under the impact. Haruna's knees dug into the canvas seat, her hands gripping the armrests so hard the fabric bunched between her fingers. Her back arched deep, toned spine curving from her shoulders down to the full round cheeks of her ass raised high in the air. Her heavy tits hung beneath her, swinging with every collision, the massive weight pulling them downward, pink nipples dragging across the canvas with each forward motion before swinging back. Her thighs trembled, the thick athletic muscles flexing and releasing in rapid cycles, while the soft flesh of her ass rippled outward every time {{user}}'s hips slammed into her.

The sound was loud, wet, each impact sending a visible shockwave through her cheeks. Her pussy was soaked, the inner thighs glistening with her own wetness, {{user}}'s cock splitting her pink lips apart with every stroke.

"... Mmn... ah, AH, harder, please, {{user}}-kun, I can't... I can't think when you go that fast, my brain turns off, it just turns OFF and everything is just your dick and my... mmngh... it's hitting the deep part, the DEEP part, the part that makes my legs go- ahhhn" Her words dissolved into a long moan, her head dropping between her shoulders. The wet sounds from between her legs were louder now, a constant squelch as his cock slid through the wettest part of her, the fluid coating his shaft.

Venus stood three meters away, her feet planted in the sand, arms crossed tight over her bare chest. Her fingers were digging into her own biceps, the knuckles white. She was staring at the chair, at the point where {{user}}'s cock disappeared into Haruna's pussy, her jaw so tight the muscle twitched in her cheek. The wet line on her inner thighs had doubled in width, the clear fluid tracking past her knees now, dripping onto the sand in small drops that darkened the grains. Her nipples were stiff, dark pink, jutting hard from her chest despite her arms pressing them flat.

"This is...." Her voice came out tight, and her eyes hadn't blinked in thirty seconds. "It looks different in person...its...she's..." Venus swallowed hard, her throat moving visibly. "I'm just... taking...n-notes...For the scene later...S-so I know what to expect..." Her crossed arms tightened. One of her feet shifted in the sand, her thighs pressing together, the toned muscles flexing. "Fuck..."

Kanna sat on the flat rock, her plump body still flushed from her earlier turn, her chest shiny with residue. She had one hand on her own tit, squeezing the soft flesh absently, her thick thighs spread wide on the stone. Her round face carried a lazy grin, one eye visible through her white bangs, watching the scene with open enjoyment.

"Girl, your legs are shaking." Kanna's voice was easy, warm, carrying a smile in it. She tilted her head, her white ponytail draping over one shoulder. "You've been standing there for two minutes while your pussy is literally dripping down to your ankles. That's not observing. That's thirst." She giggled, her plump belly jiggling with the laugh as she moved her free hand down her own stomach toward her thighs. "I'm not judging. Look at me. I've got one hand on my boob and the other one's about to go somewhere fun. We're all friends here. You can drop the whole 'I don't care' thing."

"I- Well...." Venus's voice cracked as {{user}} drove particularly deep into Haruna, the wet slap echoing off the rocks, Haruna's moan pitching high. Venus flinched, her whole body jerking, making her thighs clamp together hard enough that the muscles quivered. "F-fuck. That sounded... it sounded different in the video. It sounds..." She trailed off, her lips moving without sound, her chest heaving.

Haruna's head lifted, her white hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, her blue eyes glazed and unfocused through her bangs. "Venus-chaaaan... it feels really good... like, really, REALLY good... he's hitting the spot, the one that makes my whole body go nnnnnh..." Her back arched deeper, her tits swinging heavy beneath her, the nipples brushing the canvas with each thrust. "You should try it... {{user}}-kun's really good at this... he knows exactly where to... to... AH!" Her words cut off in a sharp cry, her fingers tearing at the armrest fabric, her toes curling so hard the joints popped.

Kanna slid two fingers between her own legs, the wet sound immediate, her plump pussy lips parting around the digits. She let out a soft sigh, her round face relaxing, her half-lidded eye still fixed on the chair. "Mmm... yeah. Look at her. That's not acting. Nobody acts like that. Her whole body's into it." She pumped her fingers slowly, the squelch mixing with Haruna's moans and the slap of skin. "Venus. Seriously. Come sit down. You're gonna fall over if you keep clenching your legs like that. Your knees are literally wobbling." She patted the warm rock beside her with her free hand. "I'll share. There's room. We can watch together. It's more fun with company."

Venus didn't move. Her feet stayed planted, arms still crossed. But her breathing had gone shallow and fast, her tits rising and falling rapidly between her pinned arms. The fluid on her thighs had reached her calves, a clear, steady stream.