The first day of Jeff's vacation trip is already halfway through, with the sun beginning to set over the horizon on the opposite side of East Coast City.
Right now, Jeff is standing on the dimming beach, acting all dramatic while waiting for the sky to turn to dusk.
Jeff isn't just standing there like an idiot on the beach for no reason—he needs some time alone to process everything that's happened so far.
Somehow, on his deathbed, his dying wish was granted.
He received the Returner Fantasy System and regressed 12 years into the past—right before Jess's 20th birthday ended.
He was able to reconcile with Jess and reunite with the people he cares about—his family and friends.
He even did a lot of lewd things with Jess, fulfilling some of his fantasies.
Of course, for someone like Jeff, with a strong libido, what he and Jess did wasn't enough to fully satisfy him.
But it's not like he would continue pleasuring himself with Jess's body after she had fallen asleep.
That's why Jeff took his leave after Jess dozed off, forcing himself to resist his lustful urges.
Yet Jeff still gets aroused every time he remembers his time with Jess.
Just like now, as he stands dumbfounded like an idiot on the dimming beach.
"We get it, Jeff. Today, you lost something you can never get back."
"But it's something you can be proud of."
Kris and Marc, who have been secretly watching him, approach Jeff and place their hands on his shoulders as they stand beside him, speaking as if they know exactly what happened.
"What the heck does that mean, bastards?"
"You can insult us all you want, but we're not dumb enough to miss the signs."
"You think we didn't see you carrying Jess back to the hotel?"
"You two were gone for hours, and you're telling us nothing happened?"
"Tell us, Jeff. You and Jess… you crossed the bridge to adulthood, didn't you?"
—"You're not a virgin anymore, right?!"—
It didn't matter who said what. What matters is that Kris and Marc shouted loudly enough for everyone on the beach to hear that Jeff was no longer a virgin.
That part? That was definitely heard by the crowd. And while it's not something to be ashamed of—in fact, Jeff should be proud—it wasn't even true.
Because he and Jess hadn't done it yet.
They were both still virgins.
"Don't lump me in with you harem lords. I'm not gonna force Jess to do something she doesn't want."
"We're not saying you forced her."
"But you two definitely had sex, thanks to whatever miracle you pulled off, right Jeff?"
"Faq off! We haven't done it yet!"
"Yet? So you are planning to lay your dirty hands on her!"
"Call the police! We got a pervert over here!"
"Shut up, bastards!"
Just as their argument heats up, a large wave crashes onto the beach—so big, it makes it halfway across the sandy stretch where they're standing.
It's kind of an intimidating wave, but nothing to be afraid of.
Because this one carries a gift from the sea.
At Jeff's feet lies a piece of white clothing—a familiar top from a swimsuit.
Jeff immediately recognizes it.
It belongs to Jess.
He moves to grab it, but Marc is quicker. With a devilish grin, he snatches it first and raises it above his head like a trophy.
"First one to grab it, owns it!"
"Give it back, bastard!"
"If you want it, come and get it, pervert!"
"Hold on! I'm setting the rules for this match!"
Kris steps between Jeff and Marc as they prepare to wrestle over the swimsuit.
"No hitting below the belt! No punching or kicking—only wrestling and grappling! The first one to put the swimsuit inside their trunks and rub it on their rod wins! Go!"
With the signal, the match begins.
Marc, already holding the swimsuit, immediately tries to shove it into his trunks. But Jeff tackles him to the ground.
Jeff pins Marc down, trying to grab the swimsuit, but Marc throws sand in his eyes and shoves him away.
"Faq! That's cheating!"
"Not against the rules, idiot!"
While Jeff is trying to blink the sand out of his eyes, Marc doesn't hesitate. Still lying on the sand, he opens his trunks and prepares to insert the swimsuit.
Jeff is on the brink of losing—until he plays his final card.
If he can't win fairly, he'll just make it impossible for Marc to meet the match conditions.
Just as Marc is about to complete the objective, Jeff yanks Marc's swim trunks off entirely.
Since Marc is lying on the sand, Jeff easily pulls them off, exposing Marc's erect rod to the world.
—"Gyaaahhh!!!"—
Ignoring the horrified screams of nearby girls, Jeff knows Marc has lost. Without swim trunks, he can't complete the win condition.
As Marc scrambles to cover himself, Jeff seizes the moment—snatches the swimsuit, shoves it into his own trunks, and rubs it on his rod.
Victory.
But now, it's time for revenge.
Marc, already exposed and humiliated, stops caring about modesty.
He charges Jeff and yanks off his swim trunks in retaliation—exposing Jeff's own erect rod.
—"Gyaaahhh!!!"—
The crowd screams again. Another pervert is revealed.
Jeff and Marc, both now thoroughly embarrassed, turn toward the only friend who hasn't been humiliated yet.
"Faq! Get away from me, you perverts!"
Kris tries to flee, but it's too late. Jeff and Marc grab him and expose his erect rod too—completing the trio of perverts.
—"Gyaaahhh!!!"—
"You three perverts! People are recording videos!"
—"GAAHHHH!"—