I was Thrown into an Unfamiliar Manga

Just like when we arrived at the villa, we rode the buggy down to the beach.

The Onjuku Beach we visited before had been packed with vacationers during the summer holiday, but here, we didn’t have to worry about prying eyes—this was the President’s private beach.
Which meant that, at least for today, I stripped off my T-shirt and headed out wearing nothing but my swim trunks.
And the same went for the Vice President, whose muscles had been honed to the extreme, just like mine.

“But seriously, why are you wearing a fundoshi instead of a swimsuit?”
“You fool! Are you unaware that a fundoshi is both excellent underwear and excellent swimwear?!”
“…It’s hard to look at. Please go change right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”
He ignored me completely, but the second the President gave him an order, he bolted to the changing room.
So he did have a backup swimsuit prepared after all.

I naturally turned my gaze to the President and Minami.
“Well? Kim Yu-seong? What’s your impression of my swimsuit?”
The President, who’d changed earlier than the rest of us, asked while proudly sticking out her chest.

Pwoof!
She was a bit short, but her proportions didn’t lose to Rika, who was half-British.

Her black bikini had a slightly daring design—probably chosen with the fact she’d be in college next year in mind—and radiated a mature charm.
I forced my gaze, which had instinctively started to drift downward, back up, and answered reflexively.
“You look beautiful, President.”

At that, I expected her to laugh behind her fan with her usual Ohohohoho!, but instead, the President blushed and softly mumbled, “Th-thank you.”
…What the heck? What is this cute creature?
While I was staring at her blankly, Minami—wearing a pareo-style swimsuit—brushed her short brown hair behind her ear and asked,
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

“Ah… you look nice too, Minami.”
“…It sounds like a compliment dragged out of you, but I’ll let it slide this time.”
Minami said that, then quietly stepped back behind the President.

A few moments later, the Vice President came charging out of the changing room, now wearing swim trunks like me.
“Young Lady! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting!”
That was fast.

It felt like it hadn’t even taken five minutes to change.
He was the type whose frame looked slender with clothes on, but once he stripped down, his body was seriously built.
Honestly, it was a mystery how those massive muscles were hidden under smaller clothes.
Well, I guess trying to analyze anything seriously in a romcom setting is just asking to lose.

Anyway, with the Vice President now changed, the student council was fully assembled, and the President stood proudly before us in an Imperial Guard stance and declared,
“Then! I hereby declare the opening of the 1st Student Council Special Intensive Training Retreat!”
Clap clap clap clap!

“Woooooo!”
Minami gave a lazy clap with her mouth like she couldn’t be bothered to move her hands, while the Vice President cheered with full enthusiasm.
They were cousins, but they really were polar opposites.

“So what exactly are we doing? I mean, you said it was an intensive training retreat, but I have no idea what we’re supposed to be training.”
I raised my right hand and asked, not knowing any of the details. The President pointed her fan at me with a sharp snap and said,
“Excellent question, Secretary Kim Yu-seong! The goal of this Special Intensive Training Retreat is to strengthen the bond among student council members! In other words, we’re here to reinforce our friendship!”

Bond? Friendship?
Now I really had no idea what she was talking about.
“Anyway, Secretary Kim Yu-seong, all you need to do is follow the program that my excellent subordinates Shinji and Minami have prepared!”

“Okaaay…”
Just like that, the explanation of the retreat ended as suddenly as lightning strikes tofu, and once everyone had changed, we made our way over to the large parasol and sunbeds prepared on the beach.
“Wow.”

Truly a private beach worthy of a chaebol family.
Unlike a crowded public beach weathered by countless visitors, this pristine coastline, with Okinawa’s unspoiled natural environment, felt like something out of a foreign resort.
The pure white sands, the crescent-shaped bay, the emerald-green sea, the white-capped waves…

Sorry to compare, but it was on a whole other level from the Onjuku Beach we visited last week.
“Since today is the first day of the retreat, we’ll enjoy free time until dinner. Everything you need for the beach is already prepared, so please enjoy yourselves.”
Minami said that as she pointed to a white hut built by the shore.

In front of it were flippers, life vests, floaties, buckets and shovels for sandcastles, snorkeling sets, and even a rubber boat.
They’d prepared everything short of the moon.
And so began a leisurely free time on our private beach.

Each student council member began enjoying the sea in their own way.
Minami, for instance, grabbed a shovel and bucket and began building an enormous sandcastle—choosing not to go into the water at all despite being at the beach.
The Vice President, meanwhile, dove into the sea with a traditional bamboo snorkel in his mouth instead of plastic.

The President sat under the parasol on a sunbed, sipping a colorful cocktail and reading in silence.
As expected, our student council members were all full of personality.
Unlike the other three, I swam normally in the sea—and was blown away by how absurdly clear the water was.

The seawater was so transparent I could see the marine life swimming below even just by standing still.
Octopuses crawling across the seafloor, brilliantly colored tropical fish, coral and shells…
I was watching all this when I started to feel short of breath and finally lifted my head out of the water.

“Pwah!”
I didn’t time it precisely, but I was so absorbed in watching that I must’ve been underwater for three or four minutes.
Honestly, I probably should’ve used snorkeling gear like the Vice President.

I returned to shore briefly to grab some gear from the hut, and as I walked over, I spotted the President, fast asleep without a care in the world.
Even someone like her—top of the world, unrivaled—couldn’t completely escape the fatigue of travel, it seemed. She’d fallen asleep with her book covering her face.
To avoid waking her, I tiptoed quietly past the parasol and grabbed one of the snorkeling sets laid out by the hut.

Just as I was heading back toward the sea, Minami, still working on her sandcastle, asked me,
“You’re not going to jump her?”
“I am not!”

I hissed back in the smallest voice I could manage.
Minami stared blankly at me for a moment, then said in a flat tone,
“Lame. Eunuch. Idiot. Virgin who wouldn’t take it even if offered.”

“…No matter how much you insult me, no means no.”
“Too bad.”
Minami, ever quick to give up on hopeless things, muttered that and then plunged her arm into her nearly finished sandcastle.

As her hand passed through it, a convincing-looking tunnel formed, and she asked with shovel in hand,
“Well? What do you think of my work?”
“It’s impressive.”

“Of course it is. I made it.”
Though not quite at the President’s level, Minami clearly had her share of self-love. After saying that, she glanced over at the President, who was sleeping soundly on the sunbed.
“She had trouble sleeping last night from all the anticipation for the trip, so she must be really tired. Let’s let her rest for an hour or two.”

“Yeah.”
Agreeing with Minami, I returned to the beach to enjoy some snorkeling as planned.
***

The President woke up about an hour later.
“Minami! Why didn’t you wake me up?!”
“You seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, Young Lady…”

“Kh…!”
She bit her lip and fell silent, seemingly unable to argue with the idea that she’d been sleeping well.
Anyway, since we’d come out after lunch and it was getting fairly late, the sun had begun to set over the ocean.

It’d be a little while before the sun fully disappeared, but if we stayed any longer, it’d be dark by the time we got back to the mansion—so we decided to head back.
“Don’t be too down, President. It’s not like today’s the only day.”
“I guess so…”

The President, who’d been pouting at how her free time had been wasted sleeping, looked a little more cheerful at my attempt to cheer her up.
So, just like earlier, we got back in the four-seater buggy and returned to the mansion, where one of the two maids we saw earlier greeted us.
“Welcome back.”

“Ah, right. You’re Miss Miyabi, right?”
“Yes. Most people have trouble telling us apart the first time, but you managed to.”
“You have the same face, but different hairstyles.”

When I said that, Maid Miyabi gave her hair a self-conscious pat.
“In any case, dinner is already prepared, so I’ll escort you to the dining room.”
With that, she turned and began walking, and we followed her quietly.

***
Dinner ended around 7 PM.
Like lunch, it /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ was a proper, luxurious meal prepared by the villa’s chef. Afterward, we each returned to our rooms to recover from our time at the beach.

I’d rinsed off the saltwater in the hut’s shower earlier, but I still felt a bit sticky, so I decided to take a proper bath in the en-suite tub.
As I was unpacking my toiletries and underwear—
Knock knock!

Someone knocked on the door.
“Kim Yu-seong, are you in there?”
It was the Vice President’s voice.

I set down my bag and opened the door.
“What’s up, Vice President?”
He stood at the door and pushed up his glasses.

“We’ll be heading out to sea on the yacht tomorrow morning. I came to tell you to wake up early.”
“A yacht?”
“The Young Lady was disappointed that she didn’t get to enjoy the beach today, since she ended up napping. So Minami and I quietly asked Mr. Meguro to arrange it.”

“I see.”
As expected of the rich. A private island, a private beach, and now we’re even going yachting.
I felt like I was getting a taste of real luxury.

The Vice President, having said what he came to say, returned to his room.
Left alone, I stepped into the bath, imagining what tomorrow’s yacht might look like.