C22 The Coastal Beach with Abundant Resources

Marianath Beach, with its silvery-white sand, possessed a unique allure. Untouched and undeveloped, it was a pristine slice of nature. The Twin Tribe that inhabited this beach was part of a primitive civilization, their lifestyle limited to fishing and coconut gathering, with little knowledge of harnessing or collecting other natural resources.

With a bit of economic insight and development know-how, one could transform this beach into a seaside resort, making it a prime destination for coastal tourism. However, such a concept was somewhat ahead of its time, and careful consideration was needed before any action could be taken.

In the Strange World Continent of this realm, the tourism industry was either nascent or had perhaps once flourished before fading away for unknown reasons. Bikinis, though present, were believed to have originated from the Middle Continent during the Prehistoric Civilization Period. It's likely that their introduction was the work of Transmigrators, either those who came to farm or the savior types.

The concept of beach vacations was foreign to the residents of the Strange World Continent. Bikinis were treated as mere undergarments, and to this day, beach holidays and swimming were luxuries reserved for the nobility. Rumor had it that only Imperial Family Aristocrats were privileged enough to indulge in such pastimes, leaving the common folk to merely dream. Changing this perception would require time.

Ostar was determined to promote tourism, recognizing its potential to boost the economy, but the conditions were not yet ripe. In an era dominated by primitive society, pushing for a tourism industry was a leap too large to take just yet. With the assistance of the White Witch Gonias, Ostar and his companions managed to escort the female chieftains of the Twin Tribe, Clairna and her sister Claia, out of their settlement and into a carriage without raising any suspicions among the tribe members. They were oblivious to the fact that their chieftains had been spirited away by the newly appointed Lord.

If one were to consider the act of kidnapping and trafficking young girls, Ostar's operation could be deemed impeccable. The crime was executed with seamless efficiency, leaving no discernible traces—it was, in essence, the perfect crime.

At Marianath Beach, Ostar selected a flat stretch of sand to establish a temporary campsite. Here, against the backdrop of the azure sea and sky, they planned to engage in discussions about potential collaborations and exchanges.

The midday sun bathed Marianas Beach in a radiant glow, and the sea breeze, fresh from the ocean's embrace, brought with it a sense of serene contentment. Coconut trees along the shore danced gently to the rhythm of the wind, immersing Ostar in the vibrant tropical ambiance.

"What... what are you planning by bringing us here?"

"Scoundrel, release our sisters at once! Your victory was only because of them; the martial arts contest is invalid."

A beach without the flair of bikinis is soulless, and Ostar's group was no exception. Back in the Twin Tribe, his entourage, including Chris and her fellow personal attendant maids, had their gear and clothing accidentally dissolved by the slime of a Demonic Mother Slime, leaving them in nothing but their delicate undergarments. Technically, underwear doesn't qualify as swimwear.

Yet, persuaded by Ostar's rather dubious logic, Chris and the others still ventured onto the sands, repurposing their lingerie as makeshift bikinis. After all, the style was similar enough, and the only real difference was the material. Without plans to swim, it seemed perfectly acceptable to treat their undergarments as beachwear.

At high noon, the sun's rays were fierce over Marianas Beach. The Twin Tribe, accustomed to the local climate, would never fish in such scorching heat. Thus, the beach was deserted, save for Ostar and his companions. He had no concerns about prying eyes coveting the captivating figures of the women by his side, sparing him the agony of loss.

They constructed a makeshift shelter from coconut leaves, providing a welcome respite from the sun's relentless assault and the threat of sunburn.

Clairna and Claia, however, were far from accepting their situation. Upon regaining consciousness, they immediately challenged their defeat, eager for a rematch. But their battered bodies, sore and weakened, betrayed them. The thought of revenge was laughable when even standing was a struggle. To make matters worse, the two young ladies were thoroughly restrained, unable to move freely.

Should a man's repressed chivalrous instincts surge unrestrained, the experience of those two young ladies could be significantly... accelerated, especially with the added excitement of an outdoor escapade. But Ostar maintained his composure. Surrounded by a bevy of beauties, he had become somewhat desensitized, his immunity to temptation well-fortified.

Clairna was immobilized in Chris's embrace, held tightly from behind with her hands crossed and pinned at her back. Her fair, delicate legs were splayed open in an embarrassingly vulnerable "M" shape. Clairna was acutely aware of how compromising her position was in the man's presence, but she was powerless to resist. Her body was still weak from the recent clash where Chris's psychic magic had dealt her a severe blow, leaving her unable to recover quickly.

Chris was clad in a set of ultra-thin purple lingerie adorned with patterns that exuded a regal and luxurious charm. With her stunning beauty and impressive figure, even the most modest and conservative lingerie seemed to transform into an opulent gothic piece on her.

With one hand, Chris secured the crossed hands of the petite girl behind her back, while the other hand lightly pressed against the girl's navel, ensuring she couldn't move. Clairna's cheeks flushed a deep pink. The sea breeze gently tousled her long, pink ponytail, causing it to sway and mingle with Chris's own silver locks that danced in the wind.

Chris's hold on Clairna was undeniably suggestive, yet she refrained from any further advances. To the uninformed observer, the two beautiful young women might seem to be sharing an intimate moment. Chris remained clothed in her thin lingerie, narrowly avoiding an outright lesbian confirmation. Similarly, Clairna's sister, Claia, was in a dire state, just like Clairna, both stripped to their bare essence. With their injuries, they were unable to reform the special armor they previously wore, a process that would require a significant amount of energy.

Claia, too, was held from behind in Yulia's arms, her hands also crossed and held in place. However, Yulia's touch was more sinister than Chris's mere embrace, with one hand dangerously close to the most sensitive area. Yulia bent her head down, whispering into the ear of the girl with the aqua blue ponytail cradled in her arms, giving the appearance of sharing secrets. But the proximity was so intimate that the dark-haired beauty risked nibbling on the loli's earlobe with the slightest inattention.

Claia's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, her snow-white legs splayed in a mortifying "M" shape that left her defenseless against Yulia's teasing. Thankfully, Yulia didn't take it any further. Claia couldn't bear to think about what might have happened if the subject had been broached.

As entities with a demonic nature, Clairna and Claia were quite skilled at being provocative themselves. However, falling into the clutches of Chris and Yulia was something they hadn't anticipated, a predicament they had never imagined they would find themselves in.

Caught off guard by the turn of events, the twin sisters were flustered, their composure more rattled than usual. Unsure of how they might be dealt with, they were visibly anxious, which ironically made them more approachable and communicative than before.

Ostar was busy preparing seafood, with Sofia and Gonias assisting him on either side. Sofia was clad in a skimpy golden lingerie set, unbothered by the revealing attire. With no hint of shyness, she had no reason to feel embarrassed, especially since some of the girls there were in a state of complete undress. Her own outfit, at least, provided some modesty.

Gonias, on the other hand, was a different story. Her thin white lingerie, damp with sweat, risked becoming translucent. To avoid any embarrassment, her cheeks tinged with a blush as she moved awkwardly while helping out. She would occasionally clasp her hands over her chest and press her legs together, as if trying to conceal more than reveal. Luckily, Ostar was preoccupied and didn't focus on Gonias; otherwise, she might have been the first to be pinned down and dealt with then and there.

Ostar himself was dressed in a pair of black boxer shorts, doubling as swim trunks, as he tended to the fire pit before him. A grill was set up, sizzling with several large crabs. The inhabitants of the Strange World, particularly the Twin Tribe who had lived there for generations, only knew fishing and had yet to discover the culinary potential of crabs.

The beach was teeming with crabs as large as Earth's Emperor Crabs, and it would have been a shame to let such a feast go to waste. Even without any seasonings, the aroma that wafted from the barbecue was irresistible.

Clairna and Claia were immediately captivated by the scent of the food. Typically, a Slime monster lacks the senses of taste and smell, but these two demonesses had retained some of the Slime's attributes, including these senses. Ostar noticed that the sisters had quite the appetite; they drooled unabashedly, making no effort to conceal their eagerness.

Ostar had been preoccupied with the barbecue, careful not to let his gaze wander too long elsewhere, for fear of losing his composure. It wasn't intentional to leave Clairna and Claia in their exposed state; their unique Slime traits prevented them from wearing any equipment or clothing. Having sustained serious injuries in a previous battle, they currently lacked the energy to regenerate their special armor.

"Do you two want to try some?" he offered.

"Can we... can we actually eat this? You're... you're not trying to poison us, are you?" The sisters eyed Ostar warily. They had always believed crabs to be inedible, despite the enticing smell. Yet, they remained cautious around this man.

Ostar didn't press the issue and shared the roasted crab with Chris and the others instead. His Exclusive Maidservants harbored no doubts about him; they trusted him implicitly and happily savored the delicious food. Gonias, initially hesitant, was persuaded by the maidservants' enjoyment and decided to partake as well.

"Are you two really not going to try it?" he asked again.

"No... we can't eat it. We'd rather starve or die out in the wild than... than..." Their protest was cut short.

With a knowing look from Ostar, Chris and Yulia took the hint and fed the stubbornly proud lolis in their arms. Claia and Clairna's earlier refusals turned out to be all talk; once they tasted the succulent crab meat, they 'forgot' their previous objections on the spot, unable to recall any of their earlier resistance.

"It's so tasty, and... is there more?"

"Yes, there's more here. However, before we continue, let's discuss the earlier events."