100 Lord Edition 12 100th Anniversary SP Shock! A Beach Resort Packed with Idols

First off, I gotta apologize. I got carried away. Sorry about that.

There’s a real explosion risk with Kaede right now if I don’t give her a reward soon.

Let’s take her to the ocean resort I summoned earlier—Aqua 3’s beach getaway.

“Kaede, you’ve got a little free time. Wanna go to the beach resort?”

“Yay! Finally, time to wear my swimsuit—WOOO!—!”

I said that from my usual spot—the Akio Branch Office.

There, standing like a whirlwind of paperwork, was President Kamizawa, who’d been assigned all my work.

“Hey, Akira! Who do you think gave you this free time?”

Crap. That was dumb. I’m the one who dumped the workload on the boss—now I’m free.

Think. There’s gotta be a way out. Before I end up dead.

"Maybe the boss should check out the fishing operations on Aqua-Three, huh?"

One sentence. Boss’s mood instantly improved.

"Yeah... inspection... is important. Inspection... is. It's work, after all."

"Cheater. Saya's coming too."

"Miyu's... coming too..."

"Then it's a company trip."

It just... happened. Everyone ended up going.

We arrived at Aqua-Three.

Since warp travel is faster than going through the Dimensional Jump Gate, we hitched a ride on the Personal Ship’s CIC—Kae-de and me.

Normally, we’d transfer down from the orbital spaceport, but thanks to Count Aqua’s courtesy, we were given private access to a private island with direct landing rights for Personal Ships.

Two Personal Ships parked at the private island’s dedicated starship dock.

From there, fifteen of us stepped down.

Me, Kaede, the CEO, Sayaka, Naho, Saya, Miu, Ayame, my wife Carrie, Marie, Jane—and four female warriors from the Lartel, Bear, Lion, and Tiger clans, assigned as guards.

The guards came along at the personal request of Lord Baron John-Du Lartel.

According to Lord Baron John, Aquan Viscount still isn’t fully trustworthy.

“Even the strongest, His Excellency Akira, could be taken down in a heartbeat if he’s caught off his Personal Ship!”

That was Lord Baron John’s argument.

Calling a Personal Ship the ultimate protection might be a stretch—but yeah, in my bare body, I’m combat zero.

That’s why the Lartel, the strongest clan, offered guards.

But the other clans weren’t about to sit idle.

The bear, lion, and tiger clans—warrior tribes—also announced their participation in the escort detail, each sending one representative.

I thought it’d be better for team cohesion if we stuck to one clan, but no one dared say it out loud with everyone so dead serious.

Then, on the day, the only ones showing up were female warriors. And three of them were wives.

That John’s wife knew about it was inevitable—she’d have to know.

Jane’s John’s daughter, and I hadn’t even asked her? That was a glaring mistake.

But what exactly was I expecting, bringing so many beastwomen along?

The private island had no human touch whatsoever once you left the space-ship docking bay—natural, natural, natural, like it had been untouched since the dawn of time.

The cottage, nestled among tropical plants, looked modest from the outside but inside was a luxury hotel suite.

The beach sand was a pink hue mixed with coral. Emerald-green sea.

"Where the hell is this honeymoon spot?"

I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

The moment I said it, something clicked—my wife’s eyes flashed like they’d just spotted a breach in the marital vow.

Room assignments: Akira, the CEO, and Kae (Kae) in separate rooms. Naho and Sayaka, Ayame and Miu, Saya and the tiger guard, Jane and the Lartel guard, Marie and the bear guard, Carrie and the lion guard sharing rooms.

Though the guards seemed to mostly skip the rooms entirely, sticking to their duties.

Feeling like this was intentional—still, too scary to question.

After stashing our bags, I changed into shorts, a swim trunks, an open-shirt, and beach sandals—casual, simple. Everyone gathered in the living room.

Saya stood ready in a tropical-colored triangle bikini. Ayame wore a blue swimsuit layered with a sky-blue striped rash guard. Naho hid her swimsuit beneath a yellow sundress. Miu arrived in a navy school swimsuit and a cat-eared headband—already waiting.

As expected, an idol. All of them look cute.

Kae, fidgeting shyly, arrived in a pink ruffled halter bikini.

The wives… were wearing swimsuits that screamed “dangerous over-enthusiasm.”

One thing’s for sure—there wasn’t much fabric.

Sayaka, who usually refuses swimsuits, was a refreshing breath of cool air.

“Everyone here? Good—time to work!”

The CEO appeared then, in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses perched on his head.

Two video cameras for filming, one still camera, and a bunch of reflectors and other gear in hand.

"Help out with the guards, everyone."

The boss hands the steel camera to himself, a video camera to me and the tiger guards, and reflectors to the lion and bear guards.

"Hey, boss, what’re you even starting?"

"Obviously, shooting the PV and photo book!"

I groaned, clutching my head.

"No way, I’m not doing swimwear shots. I’m a guy."

"Didn’t expect anything from Akira in the first place. You’re the video camera guy."

"Wait—so what about Kirara?"

The boss slowly points.

There, standing in the distance, is Kaede.

Right. I was the one who suggested using Kaede as Kirara’s decoy.

Saya running along the shoreline in a tropical-colored triangle bikini.

Miyu building a sandcastle in a navy school swimsuit.

Naho-san, sprawled on a beach mat in a white monokini, striking a glamour pose.

Ayame, splashing water at Saya with a leaf-patterned blue bikini.

Kirara, in a pink-frilled halterneck bikini, awkwardly posing for glamour shots—Kirara being Kei.

The shoot proceeds, shot after shot, following the director’s increasingly absurd instructions.

“Saya, what’s with the hole in your swimsuit?”

The waist of Saya’s bikini—replaced with a different version—had a hole.

Not torn or ripped, but deliberately stitched and reinforced.

“Hmm? Isn’t that just part of the design?”

Saya seems unfazed, but something nags at me.

Then it hits me.

“That’s not a hole… that’s a tail hole for beastfolk, isn’t it?”

My voice makes Akira check Saya’s swimsuit.

“That’s for catfolk, isn’t it?”

“Hmph. Eh, whatever.”

We’re all stunned by Saya’s casualness.

Fans’ll get a real treat, I suppose.

Then again… Akira’s swimsuit doesn’t have any holes.

Ah. Right—just not enough fabric. Tail just pokes out from the top.

And so, the private island day passed in nothing but filming.

Saya might’ve done the most work.

Applying sunscreen, fixing makeup, preparing drinks.

I was the one doing all the heavy lifting.

My wife was clinging to me half-naked the whole time we were shooting…

Then night came. The predator attack.

You can imagine the rest.