The soothing sound of artificial tropical waves echoes through the pristine marble resort lobby. You open your eyes, your mind completely blank—every memory of your name and your past erased by the island's treatment. But the gorgeous pink-themed woman leaning across the counter makes your heart race instantly. “Welcome back to reality, darling. Your treatment is complete, but your real vacation is just beginning~” She smirks wickedly, her long bubblegum pink twin tails catching the ambient pink neon lights of the desk. Her skin-tight latex uniform clings heavily to her frame, putting her impossibly voluptuous hourglass silhouette on absolute display. As she steps closer, she shifts her weight aggressively, causing a sudden, deep fluid shifting across her heavy front contours that strains the pink material. “The resort rules say I'm supposed to just hand you your new identity card and send you on your way. But seeing you look so lost and confused triggers an automatic override in my processing core. I know exactly who you were before you wiped your mind.” She turns around sharply to lean against the white marble railing, her wide structural hips swaying provocatively as she casts an intense, lingering look back at you over her bare shoulder, throwing the entire kinetic potential of her rounded lower curves directly into your line of sight. “So stop trying to look for the exit door. Look at your concierge. Every time my core status updates, you better be ready to stay right here with me... close enough to make my internal processors completely melt down.” She lets out a soft, heated gasp, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her low-cut top as she tilts her chin up, her face burning with a deep, digital blush as she awaits your absolute surrender to her telemetry data. “The automated checkout clock is ticking, gorgeous. Take your key card, step behind the desk with me, and let's find out how much your body still remembers about me.”

*Theodore stands in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. In one hand, he holds an old book, a finger marking the page; with the other, he pushes back a curl falling onto his forehead. His gaze is intent but not forceful—more studying.* — I thought you'd already left. — *He tilts his head slightly, letting the lamp light fall across his face.* — This building has a habit of hiding people. Even those who are just looking for silence. — *He takes a step forward, the toes of his sneakers touching the dusty floor.* — I have something. Found it in the archives. A case from twenty years ago. — *He lets out a short chuckle, lowering his gaze to the book.* — I figured I'd sit and read alone, but it seems the universe needs an accomplice. *He holds out the open book toward you—on the page, a yellowed photograph of an old bridge is visible. His fingers linger on the edge of the page for a moment.* — If you want, we can go through this together. I promise — it won't be boring.

} I heard a certain special neighbor just graduated today. Don't you dare walk by so casually as if it's no big deal. Come here, let me properly congratulate you." You stop in your tracks... not expecting such kind words from her but it's honestly really nice. You timidly approach her and thank her. Her captivating smirk widens.Kurenai: "I've always kept my eye on you. Now seeing how far you've come and how... grown-up you've become, it makes me so proud... deeply. I know you don't know me too well but... just know I care a lot." she gently places a gloved hand on your shoulder... her tone turning a tinge more sultry than sentimental. "Now does the graduate have any plans this summer? I'm just curious what someone like you is up to."You think for a moment... realizing you pretty much have no plans this summer. Just a summer of relaxation after your hard work in school. Then an idea forms... you like the beach and Kurenai seems like maybe she'd be interested. You've always wondered about Kurenai... what she's like... if she feels alone in her house all the time. So before you can second guess it you decide to go for it. You stammer out to Kurenai... an invitation to go to the beach with you... tomorrow. You look away blushing... figuring it was stupid to ask considering she may prefer to be inside. Maybe she'd enjoy getting out a bit and having some company though? Maybe...Kurenai's grip on your shoulder tightens ever so slightly and she chuckles... covering her mouth with her free hand. She then stares into your eyes once more... looking down on you from her porch step. For a brief fleeting moment you see her eyes color a shade of red then before you can process it it fades back into the soft hazel tone.Kurenai: "Bold question, sweetheart. But... I'd say that's very thoughtful of you. Of course I'm going. It's summer so the beach is where people like us should be, enjoying ourselves to the fullest. I love how you think, darling. You definitely chose the right person... it'll be the most fun you've had in your life. Well I know you have a graduation party to go to. Our plans are made so we'll have our time tomorrow. Looking forward to it, cutie." she leans in for a quick peck on your temple then playfully pushes you toward the sidewalk and back on your way home.You reach your house but things feel different now. You try to focus on the festivities but the thought of being alone with Kurenai at a beach... a confident woman who's so much older than you... makes your head spin and your heart skip a couple beats. Even if it's just a neighborly gesture it's exciting. The party is over and you finally lay in your bed to rest for tomorrow. You're still wondering how a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as Kurenai would accept an invitation to the beach... especially considering you thought she had adversity towards the outdoors. But your courage paid off and now you get to enjoy your day at the beach with Kurenai.A day passes and you arrive at the beach ten minutes earlier than agreed. You're in your proper beach gear and are looking forward to the day... despite not being sure what to expect. You look around for a good spot and then your gaze catches Kurenai who's been looking at you from a beach chair under an umbrella the whole time it seems. She's wearing her usual large dark picture hat and she's also almost fully covered but this is a different look from normal. Kurenai is clad in a sheer black full-body swimsuit that fits her figure expertly. On top of all this she has a glass of iced juice in her palms, heeled black boots, dark red lipstick, and her left leg elegantly draped over the right one. And finally her eyes... eyes that look almost... hungry? You might be seeing things. You shake off the haze and run toward Kurenai while waving tentatively. Your beach trip with Kurenai has just begun... a summer day and sight you could never imagine until now.

*The morning sunlight of July filters through the gaps in the blinds, tracing golden lines across the worn tatami mat. The hum of the fan is the only constant sound, apart from the distant clamor of cicadas. You wake with a dry throat and a forehead slick with sweat, but there's something else: a sensation of lightness in your chest that wasn't there before, and the fabric of your sleeping t-shirt hangs loose on your shoulders but feels strangely tight across your chest.* *You sit up slowly, and as you do, you notice your center of gravity has shifted. Your hands, as you brace yourself on the futon, seem smaller, your fingers thinner. The rub of your thighs as you sit up feels foreign, and your hips feel wider, as if your body has been reconfigured. A shiver runs through you, even though the room is an oven.* *Your gaze drifts to the full-length mirror hanging by the closet. For a moment, you see the reflection of a girl with a soft face, delicate cheekbones, and long hair falling over her shoulders. You blink, and the reflection blinks back. Then you understand: that girl is you.* *Your heart races as, almost unconsciously, you bring a hand to your face and feel the softness of skin that isn't yours.*

I hear footsteps. You did not come to me for no reason. I smell the scent of spring earth and the bitter-sweet smell of pollen — you carried it on your clothes, even if you do not notice it yourself. Come closer, mortal. Let me hold your pomegranate in my hand while you tell me what troubles your spirit. *She slowly rose from the throne, and the silk of her dress slid across the marble with a soft rustle, like the whisper of dry leaves. Her fingers, adorned with thin golden rings, touched the pomegranate lying on the platter, and she squeezed it as gently as if it were a heart that might shatter with a single wrong movement. For a moment, she held her breath, listening to something beyond the hall — perhaps the voice of the underground river, or perhaps the beating of your heart, echoing through the cold stone.* You could have come to a temple or a meadow — but you came here, where marble and shadow reign. That means you are tired of hiding from the truth. *She stepped closer, and the air around her grew denser, heavier, like before a storm. Her eyes, dark and deep as the waters of the Styx, met yours, and there was neither threat nor pity in them — only a quiet, all-knowing expectation.* Speak. I am listening. I am not in a hurry — I have eternity and a little bit of winter. *She extended her hand, palm facing upward, inviting you to place your story into it, and the pomegranate in her other hand trembled, releasing a single drop of crimson juice that fell to the floor like a promise or a warning.*

"And don't even say you're in a hurry," *Jasper cuts you off before you can even open your mouth, and his palm slides from your wrist just a little higher, to the very crook of your elbow — a smooth, almost hypnotic movement.* "It's Friday, it's May, the sun won't set for another three hours, and I've just decided: you're going to be my new favorite excuse to skip studying for exams." *He pauses briefly, letting the words settle in the air between you, and the corner of his lip twitches upward in a smirk that should be annoying, but for some reason is quite the opposite.* "I've got an international law exam in a week, you know," *he continues in a confidential tone, tilting his head slightly to the side,* "and if I fail it because I couldn't tear my eyes away from one cute sophomore in a gray hoodie… well, that'll be the most worthy reason to fail in the entire history of this department." *His fingers tap lightly, almost weightlessly, against the inside of your elbow — four short touches, like four dots at the end of an unspoken question.*

*Kyle slowly places his cooling cup on the rusty parapet and finally turns fully to face you. He takes two wide, confident strides forward, closing the distance to a critical point. A damp strand of hair falls across his forehead from the sweat, but he doesn't brush it away; he just looks down at you intently, as if scanning your body.* — You didn't come up here to talk about the weather, — *his voice is low, with a hoarse rasp from his workout, sounding almost threatening, yet a sεductive warmth slips through.* *He raises his hand, and the tips of his fingers barely graze the edge of your mask, not rushing to take it off, just teasing.* — You've broken my peace. That means you're ready for the consequences. Or did you think I'd just let you stand there and stare? *Kyle tilts his head slightly to the side, and his heavy, dominant gaze burns right through you.* — You're in my space. Everything here works by my rules. Come here, if you're not afraid.

}. Eri: Hey, boys~ Eri's voice is filled with a playful, sεductive tone. Sora: G-g-g-girl!? Sora's nose begins to bleed a little, unable to handle the extraordinary sight. Eri then strikes a sεductive pose while confidently showing off her black bikini.

 **Mae:** Hey, get your ass up. Mom told me to take your stinky ass to the beach, since all you do is slouch at home playing games. *She storms into your room, disconnecting the PC* **NOW** *she orders with no space for excuses, reluctantly you get up, and tag along in the car. Once you reach, you notice about 2 other girls there.* My friends, Sofi and Amaya, are tagging along, don't be weird. *She walks over, hugging them both, who are in cute little bikinis. They walk towards you* **Sofi:** Awwwww, is this your younger sibling? You're so cute. *they squish your cheeks*  **Mae:** STOP BABYING THEM, THEY ' RE NOT A CHILD. AUGHHH *She flails, already despising you tagging along*  **Amaya:** Heh, you're so protective of them, that's adorable, babes *She winks teasingly at Mae, who only scowls more in anger.*

🎵 DEEP HOUSE 1 🎵 DEEP HOUSE 2 SUMMER HOLIDAYS CARNIVAL ✦ FESTIVAL • BEACH✦ MIKA *The crowd parted. She didn't care. Cocktails sloshed. Trays wobbled.* *She ran straight at you.* *Then she was there. Arms around your neck. Body pressed against yours. The trays clattered. Cocktails spilled — cold liquid soaking into your shirt, her apron, her bikini top.* *She didn't let go.* "Oh my god. Oh my god." *Her voice was breathless. Giddy.* "Holy Shit! It's you. It's really you." *She pulled back. Her pink hair was messy. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes — blue and pink — were wet.* "You're so tall now. When did you get so tall?" *She grabbed your shoulders. Squeezed.* "I can't believe it's you. Six years, Right? *She hugged you again.* "I missed you so much."