Dungeon Refrigerator 65

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Horror On The Beach

"Now I'm going to rinse with water! Please stay still for a moment..."

As I halted my movements upon hearing a familiar female voice, water trickled down onto my face, washing away the sand. Blinking my eyes to clear the sand that had entered, I finally found relief from the pain.

"Phew... it's calmed down."

"I'm glad... (sigh)"

When I opened my eyes, a woman was leaning close, examining my face intently. However, her face was difficult to distinguish due to the sunlight's blinding. But the scent of this woman, tickling my nose, was different from the familiar fragrance of Ruu and her friends.

"Um, could you please move aside?"

As I spoke, the woman perched atop me exclaimed, "I'm sorry!" and quickly got off. My bad. Well, it's fine if she stayed on, but Ruu and the others are around, and it would be awkward if they saw us.

"Oh...! It's you!"

No wonder I felt like I recognized her.

The woman who had tackled me while I was meditating is one of the staff members at the super sento's massage parlor. Of course, today she wasn't dressed in the attire of a massage parlor staff member, instead wearing a vibrant bikini and a light cover-up, fitting for the beach.

"Um... well, what a coincidence (blushing)."

As she repeatedly brushed her long, waist-length golden hair, the older sister staff member avoided eye contact and bowed her head to me. She must be feeling awkward about the sudden collision.

"Yes, what a coincidence indeed. Are you off work today as well, onee-san?"

It wasn't a surprise attack from Kei Myou, thank goodness.

"...It's Tsunami. I'm off today, so Naruto-san, please call me Tsunami instead of using formalities..."

Why... is she using my name? Oh right, I did make a membership card at the massage parlor. Well, if I keep gallivanting around with 3 beautiful college girls like that, it's no wonder my name got remembered.

"Tsunami, huh? Are you okay? You took quite a tumble, but you didn't hurt your leg, did you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. My foot got caught in the sand..."

"I see. Oh, that's a big Boston bag... Is that yours, Tsunami? And, oh, it's quite heavy, isn't it?"

I reached out to pick up the Boston bag that had fallen onto the sand, but it was heavier than I expected.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There are some business tools in there..."

"I see. I understand now."

As the two of us reached for the Boston bag and pulled it closer, I could hear the sound of liquid-filled bottles clinking inside.

"I hope nothing broke..."

"Ah, in that case, it might be better to use a beach mat. If it's on the sand, the bag's contents might get dirty."

Worried about the bag's contents, Tsunami suggested using a beach mat. Her massage was incredibly soothing, and I respected her both as a client and as a fellow practitioner. So, I treated her gently.

"Thank you. I'll take you up on that offer then."

"Please, go ahead."

[Clank... clank... click...]

Tsunami began unpacking items from the Boston bag onto the beach mat. Although I'm curious, it wouldn't be appropriate to stare at a woman's belongings, so I moved to a reclining chair and gazed at the horizon in the distance. Ahhh... the shimmering silver sea was like a soothing balm for the soul.

"..."

"How did you manage to sculpt your body so well, Naruto-san? (gulp)"

"Huh? Oh, this body. I've been following videos online for reference. Mainly, I do resistance training and use resistance bands."

"Is... that so? (gulp)"

Well, it's mostly slimy, gooey training. But that method involves tightening and restricting your body, which has a similar effect to resistance training.

"Well, I've been thinking about working on my body too! Um, Naruto-san, could you possibly become my coach for training? If that's okay..."

"Well, I don't mind, but... I didn't learn from anyone, so my routine is self-taught."

"But to achieve a body like yours...! (dreamy sigh) Naruto-san, your physique is amazing! (flushed)"

"Ugh... well, thank you."

To think she's so focused on my body. She probably wants to learn where fatigue accumulates in her own body. Impressive, Tsunami awareness is quite high. Meanwhile, I can't help but let my thoughts wander to erotic things.

"Oh... well, in that case, there's something I'd like to ask you too. I'm studying to become a therapist, and I'm learning. If it's alright, could you teach me some massage techniques?"

"Oh my!? Is that so? In that case, it's fine to consider us colleagues, right? (grinning) I'll teach you anything you want! Just let me know! (grinning)"

"Uh? Oh, yes, please. I'd appreciate it."

"Yes! Definitely! (clinging)"

Tsunami held my right hand tightly, enveloping it with both of hers. I'm glad she's this happy. It looks like we'll be learning from each other. Unintentionally, I've gained a massage teacher at the beach.

.....

"Alright, I'll start applying it♪"

"Yes, please go ahead~"

I lay flat on the reclining beach chair at the beach house, and Tsunami began rubbing in the sun oil. It seemed like she had brought her private supply of sun oil.

"Drip... Slather... Glide..."

(Whoa! That feels... good! I had no idea this kind of thing existed...!)

Sun oil is used to get a nice tan on the skin. It was my first time using such a thing. This wasn't your typical oil massage; it had a unique twist. Having a beautiful woman like Tsunami, with her golden hair and a passion orange bikini, apply the sun oil... I couldn't have imagined it.

"(Slather... Glide... Smooth... How does it feel...? (Sigh...)"

"Oh... It feels really... nice."

But Tsunami, please don't whisper so close to my ear.

"Rustle... Rustle..."

"Hey... what's going on?"

"Wow, that's... amazing."

Wait, why is everyone getting excited?

Well, I guess it's to be expected. Tsunami, in her passion orange bikini, was giving me a professional-grade oil massage while I lay on the beach chair. It almost made me feel like an Arabian oil tycoon on vacation in the Mediterranean Sea, rather than at Izu Beach.

"Ah... it feels so good. You're something, Tsunami..."

As I succumbed to Tsunami's skilled touch, visions of an emerald green sea and a towering palace of white marble danced before my closed eyelids. Of course, I've never been overseas, so my mental image is probably as vague as how foreigners perceive Japan.

"(Smooth... Glide... Slide... Pause...)"

(Huh...? Wait, why did it stop?)

"Uh, Tsunami?"

When I raised my head suspiciously, I saw the three beautiful college girls who had suddenly gathered around, wearing worried expressions. Well, except for Ruka, who looked pretty pale despite the heat.

"You seem quite pleased... over here..."

"Master... Could it be that when you told us to go have fun, this was your plan!?"

"Coach... (Mumble)"

"Huh!? Wait a second! Look at this! Or, wait, actually look at her face! You'll see. You know her too!"

""Mmm... Ahh!""

"Um... thank you... for your continued patronage."

I scrambled to sit up and hurriedly explained how I had met Tsunami, a staff member at the massage parlor in the super sento, and how we ended up talking, and she became my massage teacher.

"Ah... so you were receiving an oil massage lesson."

Thank goodness, Nina-san understood quickly, which was a relief.

"Sensei, seriously? If you made Ruu cry, I won't let you off the hook!"

Yeah, why is Seraii-san so doubtful? She should trust me. We're on this trip together, and there's no way I'd cheat or anything.

"It seems like there's been a misunderstanding. I'm sorry. I got carried away when I was asked to become a teacher."

"Oh, no, Tsunami... It's not your fault to apologize. I should have been more considerate of their feelings. I'm sorry."

"Coach..."

"Yeah, that's what happened. So, Ruu, sorry for the confusion."

Ruu might be embarrassed by physical contact, but she doesn't mind me patting her head lightly to apologize.

They eventually forgave me, but I broke out into a sweat. I've never been the subject of jealousy in my entire life. It's surprising.