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Dragged to the Waves
🕑 Added 2025-08-16 08:00:08 +0000 UTCThe summer sun painted the beach in gold, waves hissing against the shore. He’d tried to sit back, maybe hide in the shade, but that plan had been doomed the moment they spotted him.
Two of his classmates—girls he’d known since forever—were standing right in front of him now, holding hands, their shadows swallowing his spot in the sand. Only… these weren’t the girls he remembered from homeroom.
No, this was something else entirely.
The one with soft pink pigtails shifted her weight, and her quads surged outward like living pillars, every striation etched so deeply into her skin it looked sculpted. She gave a little tug at her leg, flexing deliberately as if testing how much more definition she could tease out—veins wrapping thick around the cuts of her thigh. The motion made her abs twitch and ripple, her bikini top struggling to contain the swell of pecs sitting so high they practically shaded her core.
Beside her, the brunette in the chocolate bikini leaned in closer, strands of hair stuck to her flushed face. Her frame was no less shocking—delts like cannonballs, round and veiny, sloping down into arms so pumped her triceps cut sharp lines into her sides. When she breathed, her chest lifted in dense slabs, pecs flexing beneath the soft curve of her bikini like living armor. And her abs—blocky, twelve-deep, twitching with every word—spoke of training no classmate should’ve ever had the time for.
“C’mon,” the brunette urged, her voice playful but sweet, “don’t just sit there staring. The water feels amazing.”
“Y-yeah,” the pink-haired one added with a shy grin, though her massive biceps betrayed her “timid” tone, peaking high as she reached down and took his wrist. “Besides, we’re not letting you waste the day watching.”
Before he could protest, they pulled—lightly for them, but it felt like being yanked by engines. Their lats flared wide as wings, pecs bouncing as the motion made their entire torsos shift like slabs of granite under silk. The sight was overwhelming: veins rising under their skin, striations twitching and pulsing, every ounce of their physiques flexing with casual, terrifying beauty as they dragged him step by step toward the surf.
He dug his heels into the sand, but the brunette just laughed softly, her pecs pressing together as she flexed her grip. “Don’t make us flex harder. You’ll lose anyway.”
The ocean roared behind them, but it wasn’t half as loud as the hammering of his own heart.
