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Post by HOTARU SATSUMA on Mar 26, 2012 0:44:19 GMT -5
The sun beat down steadily on the beach at the southern tip of Lyneel Kingdom. Hotaru was taking a break from searching for crew members in local village pups and inns. The success rate was low, and the amount of times she had gotten hit on by someone claiming they could read a map or fix a ship was heading toward triple digits.
Exhausted with the untalented and ignorant masses, the pirate captain decided to take the day off and spend the day on the beach. Her shoes had been left at the inn where she was staying at, and the warm sand felt soft against her bare feet.
A bright cyan bikini covered her chest, and black denim micro shorts with matching blue racing stripes ran that ran parallel to the outer seam 'covered' her legs. The retractable spear hung loosely from ribbons tied to her back belt loops, and swayed from side to side lazily with each step. Salty winds sent Hotaru's red hair dancing behind her as she approached the edge of the ocean, and she took a few moments to just look onto the horizon.
Warm water lapped against her uncovered feet which began to sink into the wet sand. Leaving footprints that were soon washed away, Hotaru began to lazily stroll down the beach with here eyes glued to the ground in front of her. Ever since she was a child, she loved to hunt for treasures that washed up on the beaches.
In fact, she had a small collection of sea shells, old coins, polished glass, and other strange bits and pieces that had washed ashore in her room growing up. Even though she didn't ever find anything worth anything, the thrill of 'treasure' hunting kept her coming back to the beach to search for her next big score. It may have even inspired her to become an archaeologist.
Only a few shell fragments seemed to to have washed up recently, but she would keep searching for something interesting. [/blockquote] |
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Post by EUNSULHWA on Mar 26, 2012 23:19:44 GMT -5
It'd been like any other day for Eun ever since he arrived at the Kingdom of Lyneel. Born and raised on the island of Micqueot where freezing wind and snow are present year round, there were no beaches or ladies clad in scanty outfits. For too long the women around him were driven by the basic instinct for warmth but not here. Women here desired only the opposite. The need to strut their curvaceous figure with only a thin piece of cloth hugging their voluptuous bosom is simply bliss.
Resting on a beach chair he rented earlier in the day, Eun continued to fake read a book. There was only one thing his eyes were glued on and that is the beach babes walking around. One by one his pervy eyes scanned the ladies; measuring bust and the sort. That is, until he laid eyes upon a fiery red-head who stood out from the other women. The most obvious fact being that her bust is leagues ahead of any other ladies present on the beach. The other being the weapon she carried around; a weapon similar to the one Eun used and also brought to the beach today. Unlike the female, Eun's weapon was thrown to the ground and left to rot in the blazing heat.
From afar and in the comfort of his beach chair dressed in nothing but a pair of dark blue swim trunks, Eun watched the red-head. He examined and fawned over her every bounce before -- as the man he is -- deciding to make his move. With inhuman speed, Eun disappeared from his seat and reappeared before the fiery red-head; face parallel to bosom. "Oh dear, this is terrible. Miss, have you had a checkup lately? Fear not for I am a doctor." Simultaneously as he spoke would both hands gravitate toward the red-heads chest; fingers antsy with excitement. "Worry not for I possess the cure. A nice massage." |
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Post by HOTARU SATSUMA on Mar 30, 2012 23:15:58 GMT -5
Hotaru continued to daydream, totally ignoring everyone else on the beach. That was, until a dark haired boy about her age call approached quickly, fingers poised to fondle her chest. Violet eyes darted to his approaching form and out of self defense, an open hand swatted forcefully at his face while she stepped to the side to avoid his hands.
"What the hell! Get out of here you creep!"
Standing with her arm now in a defensive position in front of her breasts, Hotaru gazed angrily and apprehensively at the strange pervert, wondering just what would posses another human being to approach another person they didnt know and try to 'massage' their breasts.
"What the fuck are you thinking!? Honestly, cant you see I'm trying to take a walk?"
Her glare persisted, waiting for some answer that she somehow doubted would be satisfactory. The dull roar of the ocean continued a few steps behind her, and the distant caw of a few seagulls echoed from somewhere in the sky. As she waited for her response, her left arm slowly inched to the spear hanging from her back, in case he was more dangerous than she anticipated. [/blockquote] |
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Post by EUNSULHWA on Apr 1, 2012 20:41:15 GMT -5
With all of his attention on the red heads bosom, Eun would not be able to see the hand aimed for his face and take the slap full on. As the strength of the woman transferred from her hand to his face and the pain began to surge, he could feel a cold chill shoot down his spine. Fractions of a second later would he be sent to the ground due to the unexpected nature of the attack cause Eun truthfully did not expect to be assaulted just for trying to have a little fun. This was, after all, the beach.
Nevertheless, this would not deter his desire to fondle the red heads wonderful bust. Just as fast as he fell would Eun rise in a zombie-like manner; utilizing only his bottom half to rise as if defying the laws of gravity. Standing slouched just as he did before with face to bosom level, he'd be faced with the reality of a covered cleavage. After having slapped him silly, the red head had instinctively protected her chest with her hand.
No longer able to stare at her bountiful bosom, Eun would be force to straighten his stance and actually look at the red head face to face; for the first time looking into her eyes. Staring into her violet eyes, there was only one thing he could see in them -- anger. This, however, would not at all affect Eun's desire to grope her chest. Quite the opposite actually as he was now more determined to do it than ever.
"Oh, come on babe. Just a little massage. I can promise you'll like it as much as I will." Eun would say while both hands squirmed; slowly moving toward the red head all the while a massive grin formed on his face. Only when he noticed the red head's hand moving toward the weapon on her back would his hands momentarily freeze in place. Instinctively, Eun would slide his left foot back a few inches as a precautionary measure. Afterwards, his hands would continue their initial trajectory; fingers antsy with excitement. |
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Post by HOTARU SATSUMA on Apr 5, 2012 18:33:38 GMT -5
I got him!
The resounding sound of a slap clapped across the beach, turning a the heads of some of the nearer civilians. Her open hand burned from the force of striking the man's face. She must have hit him harder than expected, because with a single strike, he collapsed into the sand. However, after a moment, her 'attack' sprung up from the sand, undeterred by the defensive slap.
He insisted again on a 'chest massage' whatever that was, but Hotaru was quite intent on not finding out. Her free arm snaked behind her, fingers pulling the silk ties keeping the spear bound to her waist. The weapon fell into her hand and was quickly extended to it's full length. Hotaru brought the polearm to her front, planting the bottom of it in the sand.
"Back off creep."
She said defensively, a bit more confident now that she had her hands on a weapon. If his hands continued inside her guard, the steel shell of her trident would knock his hands to a safe distance without causing damage to him. She really didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to be left alone.
"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to continue my walk. Why dont you go harass someone without a weapon." [/blockquote] |
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