“We’re going to go to the beach today - one of our concerts was cancelled!”

“That’s great.”


“You wanna come?” she asks. “We’re actually not too far from town.”

“Well, I don’t know…” you start.

“Guess what” she interrupts you, and then giggles before lowering her voice almost seductively. “It’s a nude beach.”

Well.

>Go
>Stay
>Write in

>>41858093
>>Go

>>41858093
>>Go
>REmember to bring a book
>Also remember all those Techniques you sued to sue to not show a stiffy at highschool, you WILLL need them,.

Voting is over!

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How could you say no to a nude beach trip with your (absolutely cute) girlfriend and her fellow (absolutely cute) idol companions? You’d actually have to be crazy.

You may be delusional, but you’re definitely not crazy.

Still, your voice cracks as you give your answer. “Y-yes! Definitely!”

“Great!”

She gives you the information and you make sure to write it all down but before you can confirm it all she gives you a quick goodbye.

“Takane’s calling me - I really gotta go. See you there!” a kiss blown over the line and then she hangs up.

The nudist beach is something like an hour and a half away and at the moment you don’t have a car. You’ll have to catch a ride.

But first, you need to pack a few things. You grab sunblock, and a lot of it - that pasty skin of yours isn’t fond of the life-giving sun high above. You also opt to bring a towel and a book, both for reading and for hiding any unfortunate visits from your...deuteragonist.

Standing outside your apartment building you only have to wait a few moments before Ivan the cabbie shows up, ready to take you to the land of milk and honey you had been promised by the NEET gods above.

“Hello!” you say, smiling more than he has ever seen you do.

“Yes. Where to.” he asks. All business, as usual.

When you tell him, he gives it a second to process and then asks whether you want to take the highway or the backroads.

What do you choose?

>Highway
>Backroads

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>>41858478
>Highway
Good to see your return. I was thinking to myself earlier today wondering if you would ever have time and here we are now!

>>41858478
>>Highway

>>41858478
>Highway

>>41858526
Summer grants me more time than I'd have during the semester, but also tends to be when I do most of my going-out-and-not-being-a-NEET, so I end up with less time overall. Also, I sometimes get entirely empty, idea-wise.

Still, nice to hear that you've been looking forward to this.

Also, voting is over!

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Without checking the traffic on your phone you choose the highway. With exits leading right to the beaches of the town you’re headed too, it’d be the quickest way to joining Iori and friends.

Ivan nods and you begin your excursion.

For some time the roads are clear and your trip is without incident; Ivan’s skillful driving and merging gets you down more of the highway than he should in that amount of time that passed and you grow both increasingly excited and increasingly nervous about the upcoming trip. Being nude in public was just about the last thing you ever wanted to be, but you were sure it’d be worth it.

You hoped, anyway.

Unfortunately, Ivan’s good driving couldn’t prevent the buildup of traffic that seemed to spring from nowhere. One moment you’re just about the only people on the road and the next you’re in bumper-to-bumper traffic surrounded by angry drivers. Stretching as far as the eye could see was the traffic on the highway, like a carpet of metal and a physical “fuck you” to your dream of getting to the beach before you died of old age.

What terrible luck. You begin sweating and fidgeting, and Ivan looks at you pitifully in the rearview mirror. The radio station he tuned to made some mention of an accident further down the highway, and you feel the hope draining from you.

“You should try to walk down highway.” he says, shrugging. “Faster than this, I think.”

It sounded crazy, but did you have another choice?

>Get out of the car
>Stay, hope for the best
>Write in

>>41858786
Can you get off next exit and take the backroads?

>>41858810
Unfortunately, you're entirely blocked off - there's a wall of cars behind, in front, and to either side of you.

>>41858827
Then get out and pray nothing bad will happen.

>>41858786
>Get out of the car

Voting is over!

Considering that you were between a rock and a hard place - or, well, surrounded by a ton of cars - you decide that your best bet is to get out and see if there’s any way past this glorified parking lot.

You pay Ivan the small amount you owed him and opening the door just enough to get out with your belongings you slip into the sea of vehicles surrounding you. It seems hopeless from your vantage point; there’s no way that this traffic will ever end in time. And there was no way in hell you were going to miss a nude beach trip with a bunch of idols for traffic.

Like Moses, or a homeless person panhandling, you make your way slowly but surely through the little room left between cars. It’s slow going, and the sun high above beats down intensely. You wish you bought a hat with you or something. Some people stare at you, what with the lack of anything better to do, and others completely ignore you even as you pass their windows.

Eventually you pass a car with a young girl and her puppy, both of which stare as you walk. You can’t really blame them, though - walking down the highway isn’t generally a good idea. The small dog begins barking as you walk past the open window, but all you do is wave and keep walking.

The barking stops just as you clear the front of the car, but not a moment later you feel something small pass between your legs and run clear ahead of you - the wagging tail tips you off, as does the cries of the young girl.

“Someone help!” the parent yells, in between comforting her child.

>Catch the dog
>Fuck it, you have a highway to traverse
>Write in

>>41859044
>Catch the dog

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41859044
>Catch the dog

>>41859044
>Catch the dog

Voting is over!

The temptation to leave the dog to its own volition was small but there, which later when you thought about it made you feel like an absolute dick. Instead you choose the right thing to do, and decide to chase the animal down, thankful that the cars around you are at a complete stand still and not, as you could clearly picture it, turning the dog into roadkill.

Running between the cars is awkward, and the small dog is much better at squeezing its little body around wheels and vehicles than you are. It seems to taunt you, stopping every few moments to watch your progress before running off again. At this rate you’ll never catch it.

Instead, you use a distraction. Taking out the small snack you’d stored in your pocket, you crouch down to the dog’s level and wave it slowly.

[1/2]

>>41859336
[2/2]

“Come here, puppy.” you call.

It stares you down, but thankfully it doesn’t run.

You up the stakes and place it on the ground and watch as the dog slowly walks forward. Just before it reaches the food you pick it up and throw it in the direction you want the dog to head. It runs forward and you repeat this a few times, before letting it eat and grabbing the dog while it’s distracted. The soft creature, knowing it was bested, doesn’t try to get away. Score 1 for humanity.

The smile on the young girl’s face made even you heart feel nice, and she her mother couldn’t stop thanking you when you handed the dog back.

“I-it was nothing,” you say, rubbing the back of your head.

She instead offers you a bottle of water and a hat as thanks.

You take the items and resume your walk, now with sun protection and some water. Reinvigorated, your travel is much quicker now, and you eventually make it to the accident that caused all of this - an overturned ice cream truck blocked the highway and spilled all of its sweet contents across the road.

Up ahead, however, you hear a man in a car on the side of the road calling you.

Without anywhere else to head you go to him, and he offers you a ride down to the beach, if you would lend him a hand changing his tire.

>Help him
>Wait for another vehicle to pick you up
>Write in

>>41859349
>Help him

>>41859349
>Help him
We are the NEET with a heart of gold

>>41859349
>Help him

>>41859349
>Help him
Why do I feel as though a Chrono Trigger style court case is coming up?

>>41859349
>>Help him
first wulin hero quest and now this what a glories week.

>>41859534
It's embarassing to admit, but I never got around to playing CT.

Also, voting is over!

Wait, what if this guy's the reason for the accident?

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Weighing physical labor against seeing Iori and all her friends au naturale gives you an easy choice - if the man could get you to the beach, you’d do the repair yourself if you had to.

Although he was certainly dressed for the beach, the man you promised to help had skin that suggested he spent even less time in the sun than you did - he was paler than pale, and wore what must’ve been an eternal scowl.

You never changed a tire before, but with his help - and his concise, if not slightly dramatic instructions the two of you managed to install the new tire in good time. The red convertible exuded “fast, and you figured you’d be able to get to your girlfriend in no time.

“Wait.” he said as you began to open the passenger door. “We have to do something about that.”

Kaiki (the man later told you that this was his name) pointed to the flat tire the two of you changed as it laid in the road. It was covered with ice cream, and had what seemed to be sharp-as-knives waffle cone shards embedded deep within it. You had the sneaking suspicion that the man might’ve been involved in the accident, but you also wanted to get to Iori as qick as possible.

“Get rid of that for me and then we can go.”

>Do it, then hop in the car
>Run to the cops, lugging the tire
>Write in

>>41859727
>Run to the cops, lugging the tire

>>41859727

>Do it, then hop in the car

>>41859727
quick*

fuck

>>41859727
>Do it, then hop in the car
At least half of this is the Ice Cream Truck driver's fault. Also, this guy's the one with ice cream cones in his tire, that could only be done after the truck crashed, or if the truck driver had thrown ice cream cones at this guy to sabotage his driving.

>>41859830
He probably slept with the truck driver's wife.

>>41859727
>Do it, then hop in the car

Voting is over!

>>41859853
Who's to say it wasn't the truck driver's husband?

Considering that you’ve done far more illegal things in your life, you figure that adding “destruction of evidence” couldn’t really hurt, in the grand scheme of things. You toss your things in the car and then, lugging the flat, ice cream covered tire to the mass of trees on the side of the road you make sure to hide it as best you can. You toss leaves and branches to cover it, and kick up some dirt to get rid of the ice cream stain on the road.

With that all over you hop into Kaiki’s car, and he speeds down the road towards the beach.

Along the way he offers little conversation, only telling you that he was in the “business of transactions”, something of a travelling salesman, although the rest “you wouldn’t like me for”, which you let him drop it at. Instead of conversation you focused on the wind in your hair and the road beneath the wheels, finally on the way to Iori!

Or you would be, if Kaiki didn’t suddenly stop the car a few exits from your destination. His phone had rang, and the call was important enough for him to stop driving entirely.

He didn’t speak once in the conversation, adding in only “mhms” and the occasional sigh, but with bored, mostly apathetic eyes he turns to you.

“Sorry about this, but I can’t go the whole way. I suddenly have some urgent business to take care of.”

You’re stunned, and in panic you whip out all the money you have in your wallet.

Kaiki laughs once, mentioning how the money he’s about to make is far more. Instead, he asks you to get out of the car and for your services earlier tosses *you* some money.

“For bus fair, or something.” he says, before driving off.

Well shit.

>Hitchhike
>Walk towards the exit
>Other.

>>41860087
>Hitchhike

>>41860087
>Hitchhike

>>41860087
>>Hitchhike

>>41858085


just posting to say this guy looks like that character from the trap comic who says you're beautiful

Voting is over!

>>41860224
What?

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With no other choice you stick out your thumb, hoping that someone - anyone - would come and pick you up. The sun felt hotter now, the air more humid, and overall everything was more overbearing. You’d been so close, and yet, here you were hitchhiking!

There weren’t many cars passing, what with the accident earlier still holding up most of the traffic on the road. Most passed without even going near you, although one car had someone heckle you as they drove down the road.

You were about to give up hope and call Iori to tell her you couldn’t come when a car pulls up alongside you, slowing down just before running over your foot. When the window rolled down you were surprised to see someone you didn’t expect to see again: Lieutenant Kitsurubami, who’d previously detained you when you were the suspect in a domestic terrorism plot.

“Isn’t it a bit too hot out here for you?” she asked, eyebrows cocked. “You’re pretty pasty.”

Ignoring the poke at you, you ask her if she’d take you down to the beach if she wouldn’t mind.”

She unlocks the door for you and you hop in, noticing that she was ready for the beach herself. You wondered for a moment if maybe you’d get to see her on the nudist beach too.

“I’m meeting a friend,” she said as she drove down the road. “The beach I’m going to is close to a nudie one, but the waves are wonderful regardless.”

You don’t mention that you yourself are headed to the nudie one, as her tone wasn’t the nicest when she mentioned it, instead saying that you were meeting Iori.

“How is she, by the way.”

Fine, you answer. You ask how Kitsurubami’s partner was feeling, considering that Iori went a bit overboard beating him up the last time they’d met.

“He was okay. His pride was hurt the worst, really.” she laughed.

Soon you were taking the exit towards the beach when you get a call from Iori.

“Protag,” she asks. “Would you mind picking up some drinks for all of us before you get her?” she asks.

>Accept
>Decline
>Write in

>>41860419
>Accept

>>41860419
What's the time?

>>41860419
>Accept

>>41860467
You've enough time, if you decide to stop. It's about 3pm now, and the girls need to leave by 6 to get to their hotel.

>>41860419
here*

I need to proofread more

>>41860419
>>Accept

>>41860419
>>Accept
eyebrows
its obligatory

Will OP risk a ban to post nudes of the idols when we get to the beach?

Voting is over!

There's a sad lack of Kitsurubami fanart.

Why would an idol go to a nudist beach? Wouldn't it destroy a large part of their fan base due to muh purity?

>>41860575
The production company is more or less "renting' a part of the beach for their little day trip, to keep other people off and away.

Does Protag have a small cock though?

>>41860654
i believe we are gonna find out.

>>41860654
Clue is in the name anon, when does a protagonist have a dick smaller than 10 inches

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When you hang up with Iori you ask Kitsurubami if she’d be okay with letting you buy some drinks before you get to the beach. She looks at the time and tells you that it’s fine if you’re quick about it.

Thankful for the money that Kaiki gave you earlier, you buy cheap beer and a small cooler full of ice to store it, hoping that the girls weren’t expecting to drink much - dealing with 1 drunk idol was enough, and after the New Years party, you didn’t want to deal with even more of them.

You also buy a 40 for Kitsurubami, who you give something of a questioning look to when she takes it from you. She doesn’t defend herself.

Soon you’re back on the road, and now that you’re so close the insecurities from earlier pop up. You’re going to be *naked*. Around other people. Cute girl people, in fact! Iori was one thing - she and you had a relationship. But the others? Your palms began to sweat.

The car stopped short, shaking you out of your reverie, and you looked ahead to see the road was blocked, this time much less severe than before. The car and scooter before you had two people arguing back and forth, although it seemed as though they knew each other. You were close enough to the ocean that you could smell it, however, and you were getting antsy.

Kitsurubami takes a swig of the 40 out of the corner of your eye, and you look at her incredulously.

“Drinking and driving? You’re part of the law.”

She gives you a shrug. “We’re not driving, we’re sitting here.”

Before you can argue she speeds off down the road again, now that the traffic was clearing. You could see part of the boardwalk up ahead. Although the nudist beach was to the right of the regular one, you remember Kitsurubami’s seemingly annoyed tone at mentioning it earlier.

>Stop with her at the real beach
>Ask her to stop right here
>Other.

>>41860833
>Ask her to stop right here
not giving a fuck

>>41860833
>Ask her to stop right here

>>41860833
call Iori to make sure it the nude beach you need to be at

Voting is over!

>>41860654
Seeing as he's already done it with Iori and she hasn't left him in disgust, he's atleast fairly average in size.

Figuring that getting to Iori was more important than looking good in the eyes of Kitsurubami, you ask her to drop you off here, at the fork in the road.

“You sure?” she asks, somewhat suspicious.

“Yeah, I just remembered I was meeting Iori on the boardwalk!”.

She shrugs, buying your excuse it seems.

You thank her for everything and she gives you her number, in case you ever need a Lieutenant, or something.

“You never know!” she yells as she drives away.

Now that you were close, you decided to text Iori, just to make sure you were in the right town, near the right place.

Her response is just a picture of her giving a thumbs up. You can’t see anything below her shoulders in the picture, but you’re instantly drawn to notice you don’t see any bikini straps around said shoulders. You swallow hard and walk towards the boardwalk.

As though the thought has begun to intoxicate you before you even got to drink, you wander onto the boardwalk, in the general direction of the nudist beach. Considering that it’s not the most family friendly part of this beach town, the nudist beach is far down the boardwalk, away from the rest of the beach, the main attractions of the boardwalk, and the various food vendors lined up and down the way.

You pass a fairly simply shoot-water-into-a-clown’s-mouth carnival game, where one of the prizes is a cute plush toy. Iori would like it, you think.

>Play the game, win her the prize
>Head directly to the beach
>Write in

>>41861104
> Beach now

>>41861104
>Head directly to the beach

Time is of the essence. We can always go WITH her and win it for her. It would be 20x more meaningful if she saw us win it for her. Or fail miserably for her.

>>41861104
>Play the game, win her the prize
if we don't win first try, hit the beach

>>41861104
>>Head directly to the beach

>>41861104
>Head directly to the beach
Drinks need delivering to Iori and her fellow idols

Voting is over!

As much as you’d like to win her something, you realize it’d be nicer to win - or lose, really - with her, and not without her there. Instead, you continue on the way down the boardwalk.

On such a beautiful beach day the boardwalk is packed, as is the beach. People were playing carnival games and eating fried food on the boardwalk, while couples walked hand in hand down to the sand. The people in the water seemed to be having a blast, and overall the scene was a picture perfect example of why people enjoyed coming down to the beach.

You were rather uncomfortable with so many people around, but you tried not to let it get to you. At the very least, crowds were the least of your concern right now - instead, you could help but continue worrying about showing up to the nudist beach, surrounded by naked cuties and your very own girlfriend.

That last thought almost makes you laugh out loud (and probably look crazy to the people around you). Barely a year ago the thought that you could be heading to a loving girlfriend, let alone a famous one, and her friends on a nude beach wasn’t even a delusion to you; it was an utter impossibility. Something along the lines of raising the dead, or being happy. And now here you were, delivering alcohol to idols who “don’t get drunk”, and who’d be baring it all. Jesus.

The beer in your hand felt heavy and you put it down for a moment to check on your belongings. You still had your towel and book, and the hat you were given earlier in the day for helping to rescue a pet. You had your sunblock too, which needed to be applied.

Just before you could begin rubbing it onto your currently exposed parts (the rest would come later), a police officer asks to see your id, to make sure you could legally have all the beer you were carrying.

>Comply
>Argue
>Offer him one
>Write in

>>41861353
>Comply
>Offer him one
as a gesture of goodwill, not a bribe.

>>41861353
>>Comply

>>41861353
> Feign a german accent, so if we dont have it with us we could say we didn't know the law.

>>41861353
>Comply

Voting is over!

You really didn’t feel like fighting the law today, not after all of the distractions you’ve had throughout your excursion to Iori, and so you comply almost immediately. The officer looks your license over and then looks at you, back and forth, seemingly confirming each and every point that he could by sight before giving it back to you.

“Everything seems to check out, but this is an alcohol free beach.” he says, face a hard line.

You gulp.

“B-but I’m heading down to the nude beach. It’s not under the same rules, right?”

He seems to think it over for a time, as if he’s trying to remember every specific law regarding the beaches in this town. In fact, this takes quite a bit longer than you’re comfortable with, and you decide to try your luck by offering the officer a beer.

“I’m not sure what the other beach’s rules are.” he says, looking somewhat bothered by his lack of information. He reaches out and takes the beer, taking a large first gulp. Then another, then another, finishing the can in three gulps.

“You know, man.” he says. “It’s too nice a day for me to be haggling you.”

You’re taken aback - was this an authority figure, a law officer, not chasing you down? Whoa.

You thank the man and apply some sunblock, and then head back down the boardwalk. The officer followed far behind, more like he was heading in the same direction than like he was following you.

Soon you find some changing rooms. There was no sign yet about the nudist beach, but surely it had to be close, right?

>Change in these
>Go down further
>Write in

>>41861674
>Go down further
Put off the derobing as long as possible
Preferably find Iori first.

>>41861674
>Go down further

>>41861674
>Write in
Go find someone to ask whether this is the right beach or not, call Iori if we have to.

>>41861674
>Go down further

>>41861674
>>Go down further

Voting is over!

While this part of the beach looked mostly abandoned, you decide to walk further down the boardwalk, just in case. You wanted to put off getting naked until you knew you were close.

You tried calling Iori to make sure you were definitely in the right place.

After mentioning a boardwalk booth you passed, Iori tells you that you’re close, and that she’d meet you a bit ahead of the rest of the nudist beach, in order to make sure you were all ready before you joined the others. She must’ve sensed that this was definitely making you nervous.

You tell her you’ll call her when you were closer, and then pulled out a beer as you walked. The boardwalk felt as though it went on forever, but surely the nudist beach had to be close, right? You’d been walking for far too long.

As the summer sun beat down on you, you could feel yourself burning. Even with the sunblock on, your pale skin attracted sunbeams like a magnifying glass - and burned just like an ant below one.

Now sweating and burning you figured that, minus the whole embarrassment thing, this would be another reason not to do it. You’ve come so far, but you almost want to turn around.

It’s then that you see the small sign mentioning that you’d neared the nudist beach, and to “mind yourself around beach goers on the boardwalk”. It seemed as though they took public nudity very seriously on anything that wasn’t the very sand of the nudist beach. Some punishments on the sign included “fines” “possible jailtime” and the strangest, “paying for the victim’s therapy”.

You decide to make sure to be careful and head forward with new resolve. You pass another changing station.

>Change now, you’re technically in the nudist zone
>Meet up with Iori
>Write in

>>41861946
>Meet up with Iori

>>41861946
>>Meet up with Iori

>>41861946
>Meet up with Iori
Therapy is hella expensive

Voting is over!

You pass up another changing station and not long after you find yourself in the area where you told Iori you’d meet her. A quick call later and you decide to sit on the cooler and wait for her.

The cop from earlier passes you, giving a small wave as he walks down more of the boardwalk and you wave back. Now that you were this close, you figured that you’d have to go through with it no matter how nervous you were. You wonder just how many of the girls showed up today - was it the whole crew, or just Iori’s closest friends? Either way, you couldn’t really complain - you were living the dream, right? Your girlfriend was more or less giving you free reign for a day, at least looking-wise. Certainly nothing more could go wrong, could it?

A small figure appeared from far down the beach, running towards you despite the sand’s natural resistance to fast movement. You could tell immediately that it was Iori.

Soon enough she was standing in front of you, covered in a light sundress, the kind that girls in bikinis put over themselves when they leave the beach. Of course, when she pressed against you in a hug you realized that there was absolutely nothing beneath said sundress, and the way it slightly rode up in the wind was almost mesmerizing.

“Protag! I’m so glad you came! I was kind of surprised,” she lauhed. “This really isn’t your kind of scene, is it?”

You laugh too. “Not at all.”

Still, it was nice to see her after 2 weeks without your cute idoru. The two of you walked down the boardwalk some more hand-in-hand, and she proceeded to tell you all about the grueling tour schedule that Anna Nabakov had them on.

“It’s so much work!” she complained, “I mean, the concerts are fun but it’s still a lot of hard work.”

You offer your condolences, and offer an abridged telling of your own previous 2 weeks.

[1/2]

>>41862246
[2/2]

“I sat around a lot.”

She found this funny and laughed her windchime laugh. “I didn’t expect much else, but that’s okay too.”

The two of you talk back and forth before you end up at the closest changing station to the place the other girls were enjoying the sun, sand, and surf.

“I’ll meet you at the beach!” She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and runs off, and you’re left with the beer.

>Get changed
>Check around for other folks
>Ready yourself
>Write in

>>41862262
>Check around for other folks
area clear
>Get changed
>Ready yourself

>>41862262
>Ready yourself
>Get changed

Mind over matter.

>>41862262
>Get changed

No brakes on the nude idoru train.

>>41862262
>Get changed

>>41862262
>>Check around for other folks
>>Ready yourself
>>Get changed
why didn't she take the beer

Voting is over!

>>41860567
The deciding post coming up on the issue of whether OP loves us or not

It takes a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself, but you finally manage to get yourself in order. Parking your stuff outside the changing room you take everything off and stuff it into the drawstring bag you took with you.

“It’s only Iori’s friends.” you tell yourself

“It’s only Iori’s friends.”

“It’s only cute idols”

Oh lord. The thought was still making your skin crawl, but after everything you went through today - well, to not go through with this would show a severe flaw in character. Even for you, which is saying something.

Once more making sure you have everything in check you wrap a towel around your waist and wander out of the the changing room once again looking around for non-nudist boardwalk travelers. Far downwards you note 2 people, but they’re far enough that it shouldn’t be an issue moving the last few feet of the boardwalk towards the nudist part.

As you get closer and closer you can already make out a number of the girls in Iori’s group. Some were lounging, others actively tanning with the large aluminum sunboards people use. Others still were playing around in the sand, or heading towards the surf to enjoy themselves. You even saw two girls with water guns who just had to be Ami and Mami, although from so far away you couldn’t tell who was who.

[1/3]

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[2/2]

Otherwise you could already tell from this far that it was true - the girls really did end up renting out the nudist beach and they were the only ones there. This made you feel somewhat better about things.

When you step foot on the beach you finally let the towel drop, and Iori walks up to you just as naked. Both of you blush hard - there’s no denying the nervousness. But still, you follow her to the other girls.

To something of your disappointment in a kind of twisty way, none of the girls even pay you much mind. Of course they greet you but otherwise no one covers up or looks at you with more than a cursory glance. All the worry over being the center of attention, and here you were almost wishing you were being stared at!

Still, you had to stop yourself from staring at everyone else - to be surrounded by so many naked, cute girls was going to give you a nosebleed in the most literal way. There was Takane, the most womanly of all of them. And Chihaya, the...flattest. Curtains did match the drapes, though. Even Makoto surprised you, considering her normal tomboy ways.

You looked away from everyone before it was too late, and instead focused your converation and attention to Iori, the only one of them you were really “allowed” to look at.

:”Where’s the beer, Protag?” Miki asks you, standing in front of you as though she wasn’t entirely naked. You look in another direction, and then notice that you actually don’t have it.

It must be back on the boardwalk.

>Go back and get it
>Send one of the girls
>Write in

>>41862659
>Go back and get it
Someone's gonna be nude in public and we can't let it be one of these cute idols.

>>41862659
>Go back and get it
>Grab a fucking towel, Murphy's law is still in full effect.

>>41862659
>>Go back and get it
>Write in
pick up the towel again

>>41862659
>Go back and get it
>Wrap a towel around yourself or something to prevent misunderstandings
we gotta get better at evading shitty situations

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>>41862812
>That Takane
Umf

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You sigh. Of course you forgot the beer - why would anything ever go smoothly for you? You stand up and Miki giggles, although whether it was a good giggle or a bad giggle you really can’t tell. Haruka asks you to give her one first, although she trips over seemingly nothing while walking towards you.

But you know how this kind of thing works. You make sure to tie your towel around your waist and doubly make sure that your...deuteragonist is calm before heading up to the boardwalk.

Somehow the cooler was still there, waiting for you to simply pick it back up and take the nice, cold beer to the girls waiting for it on the beach. Easy enough, or so you think. When you reach down to grab the cooler you’re suddenly bitten by a dog!

A small, cute, rather familiar dog!

Looking down the boardwalk you can see two figures running towards you, one large and one small, both yelling for the tiny animal that just drew some blood. As they get closer, you can’t believe your eyes. It’s the two from earlier in the day, for whom you originally rescued this same exact dog.

Before it can run away this time you grab it and wait for them to reach you. Not long after the woman, breathing heavily, laughs.

“You again!” she takes the dog, who struggles to escape her. “He’s still an untrained puppy. Had I known he’d do this I wouldn’t have brought him here.”

You shrug, telling her that you don’t mind helping again and this time she tells you she really owes you something.

“No, it’s cool.” you say, but she won’t take no for an answer.

“What do you want, really?” she asks.
“Nothing, nothing.” you say, really just hoping that your towel stays on. The little girl fidgets with her hands, waiting for her mother.

“I know, I’ll just ask your friends over there! I really owe you something!”

She begins walking towards the girls.

The nude girls.

Oh no.

>Stop her [write in]
>Let her continue

>>41862895
>>Stop her [write in]
have her call ivan to pick us up later since we dont have our cell phone

>>41862895
>[write in] Just so you know, this beach has been rented out until around six. And it's also a nudist beach.

>>41862895
>Cover the girl's eyes.

>>41862895
>Stop her [write in]
What a cute dog. What's his name? Where did you get it?
OHGODFUCKRUNINTERFERENCE

>>41862895
>>Stop her [write in]
Sorry this a grown up beach. How about you go find your mom,ok? Keep a tight grasp on your towel.

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>>41863004
Isn't it the mother heading towards the girls though?

>>41863036
No the little girl is.

>>41863075
He's right, actually - the mother was walking towards the beach to ask the girls what they should get Protag

“M-M’am!” You yell, almost too loud, and she stops in her tracks to stare at you. “T-that’s not the kind of beach you want to go to!”

“What do you mean - it’s just a-”

“No! I-it’s a” you cover the young girl’s ears “Nudist beach” you whisper.

“O-oh” she blushes and looks more closely at the girls on the beach, and at the towel wrapped tightly around you. “I-I see.”

You’ve almost never felt more awkward in your life, made even worse because you’ve yet to uncover the little girl’s ears. She wriggles out of your grasp, but is stopped by her mother from running onto the beach.

“Hey, aren’t they idols down there? That looks like-”

“Ha! Uh-n-nope. Just cosplayers!”

She doesn’t seem to really buy it, but turns back to you anyway. “Still, I feel bad - I’d really like to get you something.”

“You could call this number for me, and tell him to pick me up at 6:30, if you’d like to help. I don’t have pockets right now.” you say.

The woman considers this for a second, before asking whether or not you’d like them to take you instead. “That’s just about the time we’re leaving as well. We’d be happy to take you.”

>Go with them later
>Call Ivan later
>Write in

>>41863147
>>Call Ivan later
>>Write in
thank them for their offer

>>41863147
>Go with them later
Free ride!

>>41863147
>>41863177
This.

>>41863147
>Go with them later

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1) Go with them
2) Go with Ivan

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As much as you hate being alone with people you don’t really know, and as weird as it might be to drive an hour almost alone with a young mother, you figure you can’t really turn down a free ride, can you?

You tell the woman that that would be very kind and share your number, and then finally bring the beer down to the girls.

Your idoru friends each crack one open and everyone on the beach toasts to a good summer, a good concert run, and - you’re rather surprised at this one - a happy, long relationship between you and Iori. It seems as though the girls have finally come around to you.

When the toasting died down, Iori asks you what took so long. You end up explaining most of your day, especially the part with the puppy. She smiles wryly and elbows you in the ribs a bit.

“And here I thought my Protag was a misanthrope. You helped people all day!” You blush and wrap your arm around her shoulders, and for once everything really seems to be finally ending in a good way. You even end up having something of a water gun war with Ami and Mami - one that ended rather quickly when the three of you realized how much flesh was bouncing as you all ran.

Still, all good things come to an end and eventually the girls all get dressed and pack up to go back to their hotel. Iori hangs around last, giving you a quick kiss and telling you to hold out for a few more weeks before the tour is done. You reassure her that you’ll spend all your time on her couch anyway, and she walks away giggling.

Eventually you meet up once again with the young woman from earlier, now carrying her sleeping daughter. She brings her car around to the boardwalk’s exit and picks you up. It’s a rather comfortable, mostly quiet ride and you manage to keep from embarrassing yourself at all.

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Once home you collapse back onto the couch. The day had been long and arduous, but you actually made it through without getting arrested, or embarrassing yourself around cute naked idols. Cute naked idols you managed to etch every detail of into your head.

But just before you get into things, there’s a knock on the door.

Standing in your doorway is two police officers.

“Is this you here, moving a tire?” he holds up a picture of you moving the tire into the woods earlier.

“We’re gonna need to take you in for some questioning.”

So close, but no cigar.

==THE END==

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>>41863486
GOD FUCKING DAM IT
so close so very close.

>>41863522
When the idea for the quest first came to me, the ending was that Protag was going to be so close he could see the girls on the beach, and then get arrested accidentally showing himself to some old person or child.

I guess we're lucky you guys managed to get us past that, hahaha.

>>41863541
well thats cruel thing to do glad we were able to get farther then intended.

>>41863619
Me too - I ended up liking it this way more

>>41863463
Did she secure the dog?

>>41863717
She bought a leash before picking up Protag at the end

>>41863486
It's really bothering me, but I can't figure if this line should be

>Standing in your doorway IS two police officers.
or
>Standing in your doorway ARE two police officers.

It's are, right? I fucked up?

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>>41863801
Who knows?

Also, commemorative photo!

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>>41863819

>>41863801
I'm pretty sure it's are. If you rearange the sentence it would be

>Two police officers are standing in your doorway.

>>41863886
Good way to go about it - I didn't think about changing it around that way to check.

Thanks, anon!

>>41863895
Glad to help.

>tfw you completely miss the thread.

>>41865716
It happens to the best of us