044: Pool Party
**Chapter 44**
“And then they said they cannot accommodate us. Can you believe that? For ten grand, one would think they’d be serving us on gold platters.”
Selena Cole, a woman in her early forties whose face showed almost none of her age, continued recounting her overseas stay with the same self-satisfied tone she had been using for the past fifteen minutes. Elise Miller sat beside her and listened quietly, already knowing the bragging would take a while longer. Her patience was wearing thin, but she kept her expression polite and composed. Asking the woman to stop to her face simply wasn’t an option in this kind of social setting.
Elise wore a deep red halter bikini that immediately drew the eye. Instead of the usual thin strings, she had chosen golden straps that looked both elegant and secure. She had learned her lesson the hard way after nearly losing the ties of a previous swimsuit while swimming alone; the embarrassment of that near-accident still lingered in her memory. The top was structured to fully cup and support her massive natural breasts, the golden connectors on both sides holding the fabric firmly in place while still allowing a soft, inviting line of cleavage to show between them. The way the red material stretched across her full chest made every soft curve more pronounced, the weight of her breasts creating a natural, heavy sway whenever she shifted even slightly.
The matching bottoms covered more of her ass than most bikinis would, the fabric stretching smoothly over the full, rounded cheeks without digging in. Even so, the cut still left the lower curve of each cheek partially visible, and the high cut on the sides made her long, creamy thighs look even longer. Her stomach was smooth and toned, free of any excess fat, and the red fabric against her milky skin created an almost unfair contrast. Every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, the soft flesh of her thighs pressed together for a moment before parting again, drawing the eye whether one intended to look or not.
Nearby, Mira stood with a stoic expression that did little to hide the quiet elegance of her figure. Her swimsuit was a blue-and-white bandeau bikini. The strapless top wrapped snugly around her chest, covering her modest but well-shaped breasts while still offering a small, clean line of cleavage. The fabric was thick enough to remain proper, yet it still clung closely enough to show the gentle roundness of each breast and the soft indent of her cleavage whenever she breathed. The bottoms sat a little higher on her hips than a typical bikini, covering the lower part of her flat stomach while leaving her long, smooth thighs completely bare. From behind, the cut allowed a subtle but unmistakable glimpse of the underside of her firm, rounded ass. Over everything, she had draped a matching blue-and-white silk shawl that was slightly transparent. In direct sunlight, the fabric became almost sheer, turning the modest swimsuit underneath into something far more suggestive without ever crossing into actual indecency.
“How are you, Mira?”
A boy around her age approached, voice bashful, eyes clearly struggling not to linger on her figure. Mira sighed quietly when she noticed the way he was looking at her. She was preoccupied with something else at the moment. Her gaze drifted toward her twin sister, who stood a short distance away chatting with another girl their age.
“Talk to you later, Ross,” Mira said, already moving past him. She left Ross standing there, still staring at the way her ass shifted beneath the thin shawl with every step.
Sara was wearing a classic white triangle bikini that somehow managed to look both simple and devastating. The small triangular cups covered her breasts completely, yet the thin strings and the way the fabric stretched across her soft flesh still made the full, perky shape of them impossible to ignore. Her breasts were not as large as her mother’s, but they were perfectly proportioned—round, firm, and high on her chest—with just enough weight to create a natural bounce when she moved. The bottoms sat low on her hips, the front panel covering her completely while the thin side strings framed the smooth flare of her waist into her hips. From behind, the fabric cupped each cheek of her ass neatly, the lower curve left slightly exposed in a way that made the soft flesh look even more inviting.
Beside her stood Carol, a girl their age wearing a similar bandeau style but with straps and a noticeably more generous cut. The top pushed her C-cup breasts upward and together, creating a deep, obvious cleavage that the thin fabric did little to hide. Every time she laughed or shifted her weight, the soft flesh of her breasts swayed gently against the constraints of the swimsuit.
“What’s up, Carol?” Mira asked as she joined them.
Carol smiled. “Just telling her how much it sucks to be away from you guys.”
Unlike her mother, or to be more accurate, her stepmother, who seemed determined to boast about wealth in front of Elise, Carol was easygoing and social, the type who blended in with almost anyone.
“Then come back,” Sara said simply.
“If only it were that easy. Seriously, that school isn’t normal. Classes and then physical training. I barely have time for myself.”
“That’s what boarding school is all about,” Mira replied.
“Haa…” Carol sighed and looked between her two friends. “I missed you guys.”
On the other side of the pool, a young man around seventeen approached Sasha. He was taller than her and made no effort to hide the way his eyes ran over her body. A clear, hungry look sat on his face as he openly traced the lines of her figure.
“Hey, Sasha.”
Sasha, who had been waiting for Tyler, rolled her eyes. The guy was almost the same height as Tyler and carried some muscle, but it was uneven—overdeveloped chest and arms with a waist and legs that clearly hadn’t seen the same attention. More amateur bodybuilder than actual athlete.
Sasha herself was wearing the most conservative swimsuit of the group, yet somehow it still managed to be the most distracting. Her ribbed black-and-cream one-piece hugged every soft curve of her petite but noticeably feminine body. The high-cut legs elongated her thighs and made the round shape of her ass more pronounced every time she shifted her weight. The fabric stretched tightly across her small but perky breasts, the nipples faintly outlined whenever the material pulled taut. The back of the suit dipped just low enough to show the dimples above her ass and the beginning of the deep cleft between her cheeks. It left almost nothing directly exposed, yet the way it clung to her made the imagination work overtime.
She looked at the approaching boy with open disgust, turned her head away, and started walking off without a word.
“Hey—” He reached out, intending to grab her wrist.
But before he could, someone else did. His wrist. The grip was tight enough to make him wince.
“Angh!”
He turned and found himself looking at a young man who could only be described as model-tier. The stranger smiled politely, though the pressure on the captured wrist did not ease.
“Hi. You must be Sasha’s friend. I’m Tyler, her cousin.”
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As much as the missing or stolen underwear still worried me—underwear that had never belonged to me in the first place—I had no choice but to set the matter aside for now. I had a promise to keep, and I also needed to observe everyone carefully. Whoever had taken them was likely present at this gathering.
Sasha was the most obvious suspect, but if it had been her, I would already know. She wasn’t the type to stay quiet about something like that. That left Mira. She had been acting strangely toward me since the previous day. Maybe she had recognized the panties as her mother’s.
Then again, she might have simply assumed they were something I kept for private use. At this point, either explanation would be better than the alternative. If she had already concluded they belonged to one of the women in the house, my stay here would become extremely complicated.
I stepped out to the pool area quietly, using the light-footed technique I had learned from Rox. It wasn’t perfect, but none of the guests had supernatural senses, so it was more than enough. No one noticed my entrance at first.
Everyone was absorbed in their own conversations. Ross was there, which was a mild surprise—apparently the school connection ran deeper into family friendship than I had realized. A woman sat with Aunt Elise, but next to my aunt, she was almost invisible. Looking at anyone else while Aunt Elise sat nearby in that deep red bikini felt almost impossible. The color made her milky skin glow, and every small movement caused her heavy breasts to shift softly against the golden straps. The sight alone was enough to make my lust climb.
I forced myself not to stare too long. My control was already fraying, and the collective presence of so many women in swimsuits—even the more conservative ones—was not helping.
Sasha stood alone near the edge of the pool with a clear look of annoyance on her face. Her black-and-cream one-piece remained the most modest of the group, yet the way it hugged her petite curves made it impossible to ignore. The fabric clung to the soft swell of her breasts and the round shape of her ass with every small movement, leaving just enough to the imagination to be dangerous.
I was wearing simple black jammers I had bought from the system shop.
[Jammers]
[Type: Body-wear]
[Grade: F]
[Description: A simple swimsuit with a slight charm magic cast on it]
[Effect: Charm +5]
[Cost: 500 gold coins]
They were surprisingly comfortable—elastic without being tight—and left enough room that I didn’t have to worry about certain problems becoming obvious too quickly. I had also put on dark sunglasses so no one could read the worry still sitting in my eyes.
I slid the glass door open and stepped outside. As expected, almost no one noticed.
Almost.
A heavily built guy had already approached Sasha and was openly staring at her. The way his eyes moved over the tight fabric covering her breasts and the curve of her ass rubbed me the wrong way. Sasha and I were in a complicated, very wrong kind of relationship, but it was still a relationship. Seeing someone else look at her like that—and worse, reach for her—set something off inside me.
I crossed the distance before anyone registered my presence, caught his wrist just as he was about to grab hers, and applied enough pressure to make him flinch hard.
I smiled, calm and polite on the surface.
“Hi. You must be Sasha’s friend. I’m Tyler, her cousin.”