Tifa's absent-minded expression didn't escape Mona's notice, sparking a trace of mischief in her eyes. Taking advantage of Tifa's distraction, she conjured a stream of water and launched it like a cannon straight at her.
Caught off guard, Tifa cried out in surprise, hastily raising her arms to shield herself. She scrambled to cover her face and guard her swimsuit, afraid the pressure might tear it off completely.
As Tifa's companion, she knew well the extent of Mona's powers. The latter could manipulate water freely, casting an array of uncanny and elegant spells.
And in the ocean, Mona was undeniably in her element.
Still, Tifa wouldn't simply let herself be toyed with. Bracing against the water's force, she leapt into the air like a diving hawk and launched herself at Mona.
But Mona only laughed softly.
Here, in the sea, she was untouchable.
Her body dissolved into a rushing current, dodging Tifa's tackle with fluid ease. Before Tifa could react, Mona reappeared elsewhere in the waves and unleashed another water cannon, this time aiming directly for Tifa's swimsuit.
No matter how desperately Tifa tried to block it, the torrent was relentless. Her swimsuit, adorned with cute frills and designed to cradle her generous curves, finally gave in to the unceasing onslaught. The water peeled it back, exposing the round, snow-white fullness beneath, which quivered under the sea's pressure like jellyfish caught in a current.
Even more embarrassingly, the sensation began to stir an involuntary reaction. The sensitive bud at the center started to swell from stimulation.
Flushed and flustered, Tifa quickly covered herself. "Enough already! If you keep this up, I won't go easy on you!"
Mona stuck out her tongue, teasing. "Oh? Then don't go easy. I dare you."
With that, she melted into the sea once again.
As Tifa searched the waters, unsure where her attacker would reappear, she suddenly felt something else a tug at her hips. Her swimsuit bottoms had been pulled down, revealing a soft, untamed patch that now floated like seaweed in the gentle sway of the water.
It seemed Mona had picked up a few bad habits from Ethan Chen, favoring sudden three-pronged assaults.
Furious and humiliated, Tifa yanked her swimsuit back up and shot Mona now giggling not far off a fierce glare. She'd had enough of this nonsense and swam straight for the shore.
There was no point playing with someone like that. They clearly weren't on the same wavelength.
As Tifa emerged from the sea, her curvaceous figure swayed with each step, her hips subtly rolling, thighs brushing together in a rhythm that made it easy to guess what was on her mind.
Mona, however, floated on her back like a blissful otter, entirely uninterested in chasing her down. She stretched out, lazily basking in the sunlit waves.
Meanwhile, Tifa had reached the beach, and just as Mona had guessed, she was already feeling a rising sense of urgency.
Catching Ethan Chen and 2B nestled together on a sun mat, still enjoying the warmth of their afterglow, Tifa quietly knelt between his legs. Adjusting her position, she gently nestled his relaxed but powerful shaft between the soft, full mounds of her chest.
She knew exactly what he liked especially after an intense session. When he didn't feel like moving, resting it in her warm cleavage and applying a soothing massage would always bring him back to life.
Feeling her touch, Ethan opened his eyes. He saw her in the same kind of swimsuit she wore in the games snug, flattering, unmistakably her gently pressing and stroking him.
"Hmm?" Tifa smiled up at him sweetly. "Anything you need?"
"I was just thinking," he murmured, "how amazing a cold drink would be right about now."
"Thirsty, huh? I'll get something refreshing."
She pulled away, standing up with a fluid motion. Ethan's mighty blade slipped from the valley of her chest, reminding him of Raiden Shogun's electrifying ultimate move in Genshin Impact. The resemblance was uncanny.
Tifa padded over to a nearby coconut tree, gave a light hop, then sprinted up the trunk as if gravity didn't apply. With a graceful backflip, she snatched a cluster of coconuts from the crown.
Rather than smashing them open with brute force, she returned to the camp and used a tool to cleanly crack one open. Pouring the juice into a cup, she brought it over to Ethan.
He took it, feeling the chill of the cup jolt his senses back to life.
"It's cold?" he asked, peering into the cup. There weren't any ice cubes inside.
"It's magic," Tifa said with a sly smile, resuming what she had started before. This time, she slid her swimsuit bottoms slightly aside and slowly lowered herself onto him.
As she sank down and reached the deepest point, she arched her neck and exhaled in a long, trembling sigh. Then she continued:
"It's a simple enchantment using battle energy. Not that powerful, but it works well enough to chill drinks."
Ethan remembered Tifa's skills from the game. As a warrior, she could still perform a few rudimentary spells even without magic crystals though they were rarely useful in battle.
"Pretty handy," he said, taking a sip of the cool coconut water, then passed it to her lips for a kiss.
Their mouths met, the kiss deepening into a chilled, subtly sweet entanglement of tongues.
When the last drop had passed from his lips to hers, they broke apart only to crash back together again, arms and bodies intertwined in the soft sand.
From the side, 2B silently approached. She didn't kiss them but instead reached out and cupped one of Tifa's heavy breasts, playfully biting the sensitive, swollen peak as she began to suckle.
Seeing this, Ethan picked up the remaining coconut water and poured it gently down Tifa's neck.
2B's eyes sparkled with delight. She finally tasted the sweet, refreshing liquid. It wasn't from the source she was teasing, but the illusion was convincing enough.
Tifa watched her with a knowing look. She understood the kind of allure her body held, and she didn't resist. She pulled 2B closer, cradling the back of her head and softly caressing her hair.
...
After a long, indulgent bout on the beach, the trio lay sprawled across the mat, too spent to move.
Mona emerged from the sea and took one look at the scene before her. "Are you still planning to eat dinner?"
"Is it already evening?" Tifa shielded her eyes from the sun, peering up at the burning clouds that marked sunset.
"Sorry... I'll get up and cook," she offered, trying to move.
"Forget it. I'll do it today," Mona said flatly, glancing at Tifa's languid form, a trail of milky white fluid still dripping faintly from between her thighs.
So much for being too shy to change clothes in daylight. Wasn't this even more brazen?
"Thanks," Tifa said apologetically. "I prepared ingredients for chicken curry and meat sauce pasta. Do you know how to make either?"
"Nope. So I'm making Mondstadt grilled fish instead." Mona gestured toward the pile of fresh fish on the beach, caught earlier while she swam.
"Haven't had that in a while," she added. "You should try a taste of my hometown cooking."
"I look forward to it."
"But before that," Mona arched a brow, "you might want to clean yourself up. A girl shouldn't be lying around like that."
Tifa quickly clamped her thighs together, realizing she'd gotten carried away. It was more than a little embarrassing.
But then again, who could blame her?
As Ethan once joked, she was a woman perfectly sculpted by his own hands.
And against his charm, she had absolutely no defense.
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