"Let's take a walk first, just the two of us." Tiran hummed lightly and took two steps forward, whispering, "If Mimi and the others come later, it will never be quiet again."
"That's true..." Aya scratched her head, and in her eyes as she looked at Tiran, there was a hint of longing and anticipation.
But just then—
"Watch out!"
The princess suddenly shouted out and splashed a large scoop of ice-cold seawater over their heads, catching Aya off guard with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. Watermarks appeared on the upper half of the coat she was wearing.
"Don't splash water so suddenly! It'll get wet!" Aya hurriedly patted the water droplets off her clothes, but the fabric, with good water absorption, soaked up most of the seawater.
"Huh? Isn't this outfit supposed to be transformed into scales now?" Tiran came forward with some surprise. Aya's clothing made of scale magic had an aura scale protection, which should have made it not so easy to get wet.
"It's rare to come to the seaside to enjoy the sun and seawater, and there's no need to use aura scales to block it... but it was still a mistake."
Shaking her head and hair like a small animal coming out of the water, Aya grumbled.
"No big deal, we'll get wet sooner or later." Tiran shrugged, indifferent.
"But... the gift will get wet!" Aya hesitated for a moment, reluctantly took out a finely packaged rectangular gift from the inner pocket of her coat, the printed oiled paper with some water droplets on it, but fortunately not soaked through, the gift inside should not be affected.
"I didn't plan to take it out so soon. It's not time to give gifts yet."
"I don't mind, and besides, is this the surprise you prepared, Aya?"
Without ceremony, Tiran took the gift package directly from Aya's hand, curious, "I thought Aya might create a grand performance with Magic, like a fireworks display of various elements exploding... but that would be too cliché. It's like a scene from a classic romance novel of the last century."
"Um..."
Aya hesitated for a moment. Well, he had considered similar ideas before, such as setting up an ice magic array on the sea, being able to condense water elements into a huge blooming white rose at a fixed time.
It seemed he owed the old-fashioned people of the last century an apology!
"So, what's inside? This texture doesn't seem like a box, and it feels thick... is it a book? Pocket erotica? An H-manga collection? Aya really knows my heart well."
"It's not anything like that!" Aya rebutted loudly.
But to be honest, he had considered similar schemes before, and even once received vigorous support from a certain doujin artist and a tavern proprietress.
...
"I think this plan would be great! I have a new work that hasn't been submitted yet in my place. With that theme, Miss Tiran would definitely be interested. If you need it, I'll get it for you right away! Of course, as an exchange, Aya, you have to be the model for my next work..."
"Let me ask, what is your next work?"
"It's tentatively titled 'Aberrant Lust · Human Cattle Farm.'"
"Get lost!"
...
So that plan was completely vetoed.
"You really... went through a lot, Aya."
Listening to Aya's description with disgust, Tiran patted Aya's shoulder lightly with the gift in her arms, "Well, if there's a doujin with you as the protagonist, I'm actually looking forward to it."
"Hey! Don't have weird fantasies about me!"
"Well, true, especially with the real person right in front of me... I mean, Aya, maybe we could try it sometime... hehe."
"Sorry, gotta go back home now!" Aya turned and left. There's no way to live like this. Who wants to experience those weird plays firsthand! Hentai, right? Definitely hentai!
The princess quickly held onto Aya's waist, "Just kidding, we won't really play that way, calm down, calm down. But seriously, what's inside this thing?"
After finally stopping Aya, Tiran reevaluated the gift in her hands.
"After all, gifts are meant to be unwrapped by oneself. If I reveal it, wouldn't it lose its meaning?"
No matter what, Aya wouldn't budge, "Anyway, it's a gift I carefully prepared for half a month."
"Uh... well, okay, since you say so, I'll wait to open it properly when I get back." Tiran also gave up trying to dig deeper, shading her eyes with her hands as she looked out over the beach. "But more importantly, it seems like everyone else is almost here."
As Tiran had predicted, under a few tall tropical broad-leaved trees on the higher part of the beach, a barbecue camp had been set up, and there were already figures appearing on the path leading back to the castle.
As a private birthday celebration, Tiran had not invited many people, only a few individuals besides those in the castle.
"It somewhat indicates that Princess Tiran doesn't have many friends, to some extent."
"Shut up."
Tiran clicked her tongue as she laid on the soft beach mat with Aya's gift, acknowledging the truth in those words, but not admitting it.
Beside her, the golden-haired lolita tavern proprietress, who spoke those words, put down her basket and relaxed comfortably under a parasol. She wore a kids' swimsuit under her coat, with an uncharacteristic attitude of ease.
Also invited, of course, was Roger, the technology-oriented die-hard fan who had always provided Tiran with exquisite fan works and various merchandise. At the moment, he seemed a bit awkward, dressed in long pants and a checkered shirt under the scorching summer sun.
"Oh? Did Her Highness invite you guys as well?"
A familiar voice came from under the parasol as the cherry blossom-pink-haired chief maid looked surprised as she saw the lying little Mo on the ground too, clearly recognizing her.
"Miss Mimi? Oh, this is quite... extraordinary."
At the sight of Mimi, Roger instantly became less nervous or rather, triggered by some instinct, he pulled out a sketchbook and a pencil from behind and began to sketch Mimi rapidly.
Mimi, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind his gaze and instead turned to Tiran with a bow and a warm smile, "Your Highness, Happy 18th Birthday."
"Uh... th-thank you."
While the princess responded to Mimi's greeting, her attention was completely engulfed by the maid's magnificent bosom, tightly clad in her bikini adorned with blue roses. How should we put it? Compared to her usual coyly hidden form under the maid outfit's fabric, this visual impact was simply incomparable...
"Mimi, I hate you."
"Why though Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉﾉ"
