On the other side, at the southern tip of Port City, there was a private beach enclosed by white fences and palm trees.
Sunlight, beach, waves, and parasols.
And there was Roy, lying on a lounge chair wearing only a pair of swimming trunks.
He wore sunglasses and held a glass of iced juice in his hand, looking incredibly leisurely.
Renting out this private beach and the connected Seaside Villa behind it had cost him quite a bit of money.
But he had won a large sum on the s.s. anne, which was more than enough to cover the expenses.
Mainly, it was worth it.
Not only was the environment top-notch and the service attentive, but more importantly—it was private.
Roy didn't have any strange fetishes, did he?
The swimsuit benefits of Delia and Misty were for him alone to enjoy.
"Roy, what do you think of this one?"
A soft, slightly shy voice sounded.
Roy took off his sunglasses and looked toward the sound.
He saw Delia walking gracefully out from behind the villa's glass doors.
She was wearing a light beige two-piece swimsuit. The top was a slightly conservative yet bust-accentuating bandeau design, while the bottom was a skirt-style piece that perfectly covered the tops of her thighs, making her long, fair legs look even straighter and more attractive.
Her damp brown hair fell over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks which glowed with a healthy flush. As the sunlight spilled over her, her mature and voluptuous curves, wrapped in the swimsuit, exuded an amazing allure.
She seemed a bit unaccustomed to such exposure, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt. Her eyes darted away, yet they also held a look of expectation as she gazed at Roy.
Roy made no effort to hide the appreciation in his eyes, a corner of his mouth curling up. "Beautiful. It suits you very well."
Delia's face turned even redder, but her lips couldn't help but curve into a sweet arc.
"And me!"
Another more lively and crisp voice rang out.
Misty 'flew' out of the villa like a cheerful seabird.
She had chosen a sky-blue bikini, full of youthful vitality.
The top was a triangle tie-up style that barely contained her well-developed fullness, revealing a large area of snowy-white, delicate skin and a slender waist.
The bottom was a low-waist bikini brief decorated with small wave patterns on the edges, fully displaying her tight, perky buttocks and straight long legs.
Her orange-red ponytail swung with her jumps, full of dynamic energy.
She spread her arms and spun gracefully in front of Roy, lifting her small face. "How is it? I spent a long time picking it out!"
Roy's gaze burned as it swept over Misty's vibrant young body. He nodded and smiled. "It looks great, it suits you perfectly."
Having received the compliment, Misty laughed happily, ran to the lounge chair next to Roy, sat down, and took a large gulp of her juice.
Delia also walked over slowly and sat down on the lounge chair on the other side.
Roy was in a great mood.
This was what a vacation should look like.
"Come, lie face down." Roy picked up the bottle of high-end Sunscreen from the table nearby and gestured to Delia. "I'll apply it for you first, or you'll get a sunburn later."
Delia gave a submissive response and lay face down on the lounge chair covered with a soft towel.
Roy poured some Sunscreen into his palm, rubbed it warm, and then placed it on Delia's smooth back.
"Mm..." The slightly cool touch made Delia tremble slightly.
Roy's palms, carrying warmth and pressure, began to wander slowly.
From the neck to the shoulder blades, following the spine all the way down, then to the slender waist.
His technique was very professional, as if performing a meticulous massage. His fingertips occasionally brushed past certain sensitive curves, causing Delia's body to tighten slightly and let out a soft hum.
After the back and arms were evenly coated, Roy said in a low voice, "Turn over, I need to apply it to the front too."
Delia buried her face in the towel, her ears turning red, but she still obediently turned over.
The view from the front was even more enchanting.
The fullness wrapped in the swimsuit rose and fell gently with her breathing, and the deep cleavage seemed capable of drawing one's gaze in. Her flat belly, long legs... Roy's gaze was calm, but his movements became even more meticulous.
He poured more Sunscreen and started from the collarbone, moving slowly downward.
Then the waist and abdomen, the thighs... Then, Roy's hand naturally slid toward a more... "Ah... Roy..." Delia's cheeks were as crimson as blood, her voice carrying an unbearable slight tremor. "There... no need... no need to apply it there, right?"
"No," Roy said seriously, though his hands didn't stop. "This area is easily overlooked. It wouldn't be good if it got sunburned."
With great difficulty, the "sun protection" work on the front was also "rigorously" completed.
Delia's entire skin was covered in an alluring oily sheen and a pink hue. She lay limp on the lounge chair, her eyes Misty, almost devoid of strength.
When it was Misty's turn, although the girl was lively and bold, when it actually came to this moment, she also became shy.
Especially with Roy's seamless application attitude.
"Roy... you... you're so bad!" Misty scolded with a red face, but her body was honestly turning soft.
The two of them simultaneously gave Roy a shy yet reproachful glare.
That look, watery and powerless, was instead quite seductive.
Roy smiled with satisfaction and put away the Sunscreen.
To alleviate the atmosphere that had reached a peak of ambiguity, Misty jumped up and shouted, "I-I'm going surfing!" After saying that, she fled toward the place where the surfboards were kept by the sea.
Pikachu and Eevee had been waiting impatiently. Seeing this, they also cried out "Pika Pika" and "Eevee Eevee," running after Misty's heels.
Watching Misty's figure skillfully weaving through the waves on a surfboard, and Pikachu and Eevee clumsily splashing around while holding small floating boards, the flush on Delia's face finally faded a bit.
Only she and Roy were left by the sea.
The atmosphere became quiet again, but a certain restlessness was brewing.
Delia stole a glance at Roy, and seeing his reaction, her face heated up again.
She hesitated for a moment, shifted her body closer to Roy, and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "Roy... are... are you interested again?"
Roy turned to look at her, his gaze deep. "The Sunscreen is too slippery, and with these swimsuit benefits, it's normal for interest to flare up!"
Such blunt words made Delia's heart beat like a drum.
She bit her lip as if making a great decision, reached out to lightly touch Roy's arm, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Then... then do you want to... go... go inside... I have a way to help you cool down..."
This was exactly what Roy wanted.
He grabbed Delia's soft hand. "Let's go."
The two of them stood up and walked quickly into the villa, heading straight for the spacious and bright bathroom... This cooling-down exercise lasted for a long time.
After showering together and changing into dry clothes, they returned to the beach.
Just then, Misty also returned, carrying her surfboard and the two little ones who were soaked from playing.
She saw Delia's face was flushed, her walking posture seemed a bit more awkward than before, and she was coming out of the villa with Roy. She couldn't help but be puzzled. "Eh? Sister Delia, Roy, where did you two go just now? I didn't see you when I came back."
Delia panicked inwardly but forced a smile onto her face. "We-we didn't go anywhere... we just felt a bit hot, so we went in to drink some water and sit in the air conditioning for a while."
She quickly changed the subject. "Misty, how was your time? Was surfing fun?"
Misty was indeed distracted and immediately became excited, speaking with great animation. "It was super fun! The waves here are amazing! And guess what?"
She picked up Pikachu and Eevee, who were shaking off water. "I taught both of them how to Surf! Pikachu can now stand on the board and stay steady for quite a while! Eevee can also follow the waves on a small floating board!"
Pikachu puffed out its little belly proudly. "Pikachu!" (I'm pretty amazing, right!)
Eevee also cried out softly, "Eevee~" (Comfortable~)
Roy looked at Misty's proud "praise me, praise me" expression and smiled, reaching out to rub her still-damp hair. "That impressive? As expected of our Misty, not only a Water-type expert but also an excellent coach."
Misty was overjoyed by the praise, and her earlier suspicion was long forgotten.
As the sun set, the three of them enjoyed a sumptuous seafood feast at the open-air restaurant by the beach.
Fresh lobster, tender grilled fish, refreshing shellfish, paired with iced drinks—the taste was exquisite.
Pikachu and Eevee also had their own special Pokémon food, eating until their bellies were round.
Roy leaned back in his chair, watching the distant sea surface dyed golden-red by the sunset, listening to the gentle sound of the waves lapping the shore, with two beautiful women chatting and laughing beside him.
Vacation time was indeed pleasant.
Cooling down, playing, even Pikachu had learned to Surf.
Very good.
He took a sip of his drink and turned his gaze toward the other side of the horizon.
Tomorrow.
It would be time to get down to business.