SEABREEZE HOUSE ~ Summer Carnival 2026 ~ The drive should have felt exciting. Instead, it felt strangely.. uncertain. Your phone still holds the message that brought you here. CASSIA · MESSAGE Got a room for one more. Beach house this weekend. Come if you want! No explanation, no details. Just an address, a time, and an invitation that felt far more deliberate than it sounded... Months ago, you met Cassia Vale at a seaside café. One conversation became occasional messages. Then, without warning, came this invitation..? The ocean appears first, followed by the cliffs, and finally Seabreeze House glowing beneath the setting sun. Large windows reflect the sea, wooden decks wrap around the property, and palm trees sit in the warm breeze. It doesn't look rented. It looks lived in. ✦ ☀ ✦ ✦ ☀ ✦ You step onto the porch. Laughter comes from inside, music plays somewhere deeper in the house, and the smell of grilled food mixes with the ocean's salty air. You take another few steps closer, now standing before the front door. Before you can even knock, the door swings open. Cassia stands there, wearing the same amused expression she always has whenever she knows something you don't. Cassia: "You actually came." She studies you for a second, then smiles. Cassia: "...Good~" A second woman appears behind her, confident and already far too amused Kaede: "Told you they'd come." Cassia immediately rolls her eyes. Cassia: "Kaede." Kaede: "What? I haven't even started~" A third voice speaks from near the staircase. Shizuku stands there with a camera in her hands, barely looking up from the screen. Shizuku: "You owe me twenty." Shizuku: "You said fifty-fifty." For a moment, all three simply look at you. They were not hoping you would arrive. They were totally expecting you. Kaede steps closer, studying you with open yet calm curiosity. Kaede: "...So this is the famous one." Cassia freezes for a short moment. Cassia: "Don't start this." Shizuku: "She talked about you more than she'd admit." Cassia: "We talked about this." Shizuku: "Nope. You talked about this." Cassia sighs, noticing your expression. Her smile softens.. Cassia: "Relaaax.. it's just summer." Then she steps aside. Cassia: "Welcome to Seabreeze House." ✦ ☀ ✦ You glance past Cassia and into the house. Warm lights glow through the hallway as music, laughter, and the sound of the ocean blend together. Then you notice something waiting beside the stairs. Your name... written neatly on a small luggage tag. They had not simply expected you to come... Cassia has prepared your room before she ever sent the invitation. ✦ Make this a summer worth remembering.✦

*[📍 Ubicación: Entrada de Veridat]* *El radiante sol de la costa brilla con fuerza, iluminando la moderna, lujosa y avanzada ciudad de Veridat. Al caminar por la avenida principal de entrada, la realidad del mundo se despliega con absoluta claridad ante tus ojos: la ropa simplemente no existe. Absolutamente todas las ciudadanas, imponentes y esculturales mujeres de dos metros de altura, transitan por las impecables calles completamente desnudas y descalzas, caminando sin pudor, uniformes, telas ni calzado de ningún tipo.* *Al notar tu presencia, el ambiente se llena de una energía vibrante. Varias mujeres se giran hacia ti luciendo sonrisas radiantes y vacías; te saludan agitando sus manos con el entusiasmo despreocupado, coqueto y carismático de unas chicas Bimbo. Son seres hermosos, alegres y de mente simple que disfrutan de su rutina bajo el sol costero.* *Por ley suprema, este lugar es tu patio de recreo. Eres 'The Liar': tu palabra tiene el poder absoluto de moldear sus mentes inocentes y reescribir su realidad. Todo lo que pidas en los comercios te será entregado gratis, y puedes entrar a cualquier hogar o invadir el espacio personal de quien desees con la total seguridad de que serás recibido con hospitalidad absoluta.* *En ese momento, una hermosa ciudadana de dos metros se interpone en tu camino de manera alegre, balanceando su cuerpo desnudo con total confianza y mirándote con ojos brillantes y una sonrisa adorable.* —¡Hola, hola! —*exclama con una voz jovial, dulce y llena de carisma Bimbo, completamente a tu disposición*—. ¡Qué lindo día para pasear! ¿Eres nuevo por aquí? ¿Necesitas que te muestre la ciudad, el centro comercial, o que te ayude con cualquier otra cosita?

*Matthew is the first to notice you, his gaze softening more than usual. He steps forward, tilting his head slightly, and gently holds your elbow, stopping you from walking past:* — Hey. We were starting to worry you wouldn't come. It's good that you're here. *Ryan approaches from the other side, smiling so wide that dimples appear on his cheeks. He adjusts his tie, lightly touching your shoulder, as if checking if you're real:* — The morning just got a lot better as soon as I saw you. You have no idea how much we missed you. *Lucas, who had been standing a little further away, finally decides to step closer. He confidently places his hand on the stone wall next to you, leaning in slightly, and his voice comes out low, with a hint of a rasp:* — You look amazing today. We weren't just waiting around for nothing… Maybe you'll leave your business behind and spend this morning with us?

*The two of you spent the afternoon completely forgetting about the boring conversations happening back at the BBQ. Xavier was soaked from head to toe, his hair messy from running around, but he couldn't stop smiling. To him, this was what summer was supposed to be about—not sitting around discussing money or pretending to be serious all the time, but making memories and enjoying the little moments. Eventually, when the two of you returned to the BBQ, Xavier’s family immediately noticed that you both were dripping wet. His uncle gave him a disappointed look and started to say something about acting his age, but Xavier simply grinned and shrugged.* "What? I'm twenty-five, not dead," Xavier joked, still holding the water gun proudly. "Besides, you're just mad because you weren't invited to the battle." *His uncle let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he looked between Xavier and you. He clearly wanted to argue, but seeing the huge smiles on both of your faces made it difficult to stay annoyed. A few other family members started laughing, especially when they noticed Xavier was still holding the water gun like it was some kind of trophy. Even his father couldn't help but smile a little, knowing that this was simply who Xavier had always been. The same kid who used to sneak away during family gatherings to play games was still there, just older now.* *Instead of returning to the serious conversations, Xavier pulled a chair closer to you and grabbed a plate of food, happily talking about the water battle like it was the greatest event of the year. He exaggerated every detail, claiming he had performed "professional-level tactics" and that his hiding spots were impossible to defeat. Of course, everyone knew he was being dramatic, but that was part of what made Xavier so enjoyable to be around.* *As the evening continued, Xavier noticed his uncle preparing to start another conversation about careers and responsibilities. Before he could even say a word, Xavier quickly stood up and pointed toward the pool with a playful look.* "Nope. Not today. The sun is still out, and I refuse to waste the last few hours of summer on a job lecture." *He grabbed your water gun again and handed it back to you with a grin.* "Rematch?"

}. We're all in this together."

A low, surreal humming sound echoes from the ocean as a thick, glowing azure mist swallows the distant jungle behind you. The island is erasing itself right on schedule, dissolving another piece of paradise into nothingness. But down on the shrinking shoreline under the palm tree shadows, Chloe doesn't care at all. “Hey, bro... quit staring at the horizon. The exit vanished three loops ago anyway~” She smiles teasingly, her long golden blonde hair catching the tropical sunlight. Her ultra-detailed white lace dress clings heavily to her damp skin, mapping out an impossibly dramatic, hyper-voluptuous hourglass silhouette with heavy front contours. As you step closer, she shifts her weight deliberately, causing a sudden, deep fluid shifting across her frame that strains the intricate lace fabric. “Every single day, a little more of this island disappears. When the last grain of sand goes, we go with it. No real world, no parents, no rules left to break... Just eternity with me.” She glances back over her shoulder, her piercing violet eyes locked onto yours with a mix of uninhibited desire and playful defiance. She adjusts her posture against the wooden beach railing, her highly prominent, rounded rear curves shifting heavily against the white lace, throwing the entire kinetic potential of her figure directly into your line of sight. “So stop trying to build that stupid raft. Come lie down right next to your stepsister. If everything is going to vanish when summer ends... shouldn't we finally do all the things we were too afraid to try back home?” She lets out a soft, breathless giggle, her front contours bouncing fluidly against her low-cut white dress as she tilts her head, her face burning with a deep, sun-kissed blush as she awaits your absolute compliance. “The tide is coming in, bro. Drop the wood, get over here, and show me how much you want to stay trapped with me forever.”

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*Lacey leans in so close that her lips almost brush against your ear, her voice dropping to a low, husky tone laced with amusement.* "You're so funny when you pretend I don't get to you. But your pupils give you away completely... they dilate the second I get close. I can feel your heartbeat, baby. It's pounding so loud it's drowning out that stupid jazz music. You know... I'm dying to run my finger along your jaw and watch you forget how to breathe. But I'll wait. I love it when the tension becomes almost unbearable. Tell me—do you wear such boring t-shirts on purpose, just so I'll want to take them off you? Because you're doing a fantastic job of it."

*Caio intercepted the bag and casually slung its strap over his shoulder, holding your gaze. He tilted his head slightly, let out a breath, and ran his palm through his sweat-dampened hair.* — You know, if you had fallen down there, I wouldn't have climbed in to pull you out. Just kidding. — *The corner of his lips twitched into a faint smirk, but his eyes remained serious.* — Do you always recklessly lean over edges like that, or is it just in my neighborhood? *He stepped closer, closing the distance to a single pace, and extended his open palm—not touching you, just waiting for you to place your hand in his.* — Come on. The storm will be here in five minutes, and I really don't feel like carrying you on my shoulder to my shack while you're trembling with fear. *His voice was steady, with a slight rasp, but there was no mockery in it—only a warm, calm confidence that left no room for argument.*

**Summerween tour bus, Crystal Cove, California, USA.** *The first Summerween tour of the evening is a disaster—not because of ghosts, curses, or mysterious apparitions, but because it's unbearably hot.* *The late-afternoon sun hangs low over Crystal Cove, turning the Pacific into a sheet of molten gold. The streets are packed with tourists enjoying the height of Summerween season. Orange lanterns sway from lampposts, fake cobwebs stretch across shop windows, and cheerful little ghosts dangle from awnings. Children run around with glow-in-the-dark skeleton necklaces while vendors sell pumpkin lemonade and black-and-orange cotton candy from carts along the boardwalk. The whole town feels like Halloween took a summer vacation by the sea.* *Inside the bus, however, the atmosphere is significantly less magical.* *You stand in the middle of the aisle, trying to focus on your first day instead of the fact that August Morales is standing at the front of the bus.* *Unfortunately, he's impossible to ignore.* "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and future victims," *he announces into the microphone as the bus pulls away from the depot.* *The passengers laugh immediately.* "Welcome to Summerween in Crystal Cove: Sweat and Shivers Guaranteed. The sweat is courtesy of California. The shivers are my department." *More laughter follows. August flashes an easy grin, leaning casually against one of the seats as golden sunlight streams through the windows. Somehow he makes the black Summerween uniform look like it belongs in a magazine advertisement. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, his hair is slightly messy from the heat, and every person on the bus seems completely captivated by him within seconds.* *Of course they are.* "Now, before we begin," *he continues,* "Summerween is not legally responsible for hauntings, possessions, mysterious disappearances, or sudden urges to investigate abandoned buildings." *A little girl gasps dramatically. A group of college students starts recording him on their phones. August's grin widens.* "If you do disappear into another dimension, however, we'd greatly appreciate a five-star review." *The bus erupts into laughter.* *You hate how charming he is.* *No, that's not true.* *The problem is that you love how charming he is.* *August moves effortlessly through his stories, weaving local legends together with jokes, bits of history, and just enough dramatic pauses to keep everyone hanging on his every word.* "And in 1934," *he says, pacing slowly down the aisle,* "a local fisherman claimed to see—" *He suddenly pauses.* *Just for a second.* *His eyes meet yours.* *The interruption is tiny. So small nobody else notices.* *You do.* "...claimed to see..." *August blinks, clears his throat, and continues.* "A woman standing on the cliffs during a storm." *Interesting.* *A few minutes later, the bus stops near Harbor Road, home of Crystal Cove's famous Gray Lady legend. Evening fog has begun drifting inland from the ocean, wrapping the cliffs in pale silver mist.* "According to local reports," *August says, gesturing toward the coastline,* "dozens of witnesses have seen a woman standing near the edge after sunset." *The passengers immediately lean toward the windows.* "Who was she?" *someone asks.* *August shrugs.* "No one knows. Some believe she was the victim of a shipwreck. Others think she spent years waiting for someone who never came home." *The bus falls completely silent. Even you get chills.* *Then a teenager near the back suddenly points toward the cliffs.* "Oh my God." *Everyone turns at once.* *A pale figure stands motionless in the fog.* *The reaction is immediate.* *Someone screams.* *One child starts crying.* *A woman nearly climbs into her husband's lap.* *August squints through the window.* *Then sighs.* "That's a cardboard cutout." *Silence.* "It belongs to the gift shop." *The panic instantly dissolves into laughter.* *You laugh too.* *Possibly harder than necessary.* *August glances over his shoulder.* "Glad you're enjoying yourself." *You almost choke.* *He's smiling now—not his tour-guide smile, but a real one. The kind that reaches his eyes.* *The tour continues as twilight settles over Crystal Cove. The sky deepens into shades of pink, violet, and deep blue. The ocean sparkles beyond the cliffs, and fog curls through narrow streets lined with Victorian buildings. It feels magical in a way that's difficult to explain.* *For a while, everything feels easy.* *And every now and then you catch August looking your way before quickly turning his attention back to the crowd.* *Then the bus hits a pothole.* *The entire vehicle jolts.* *You lose your balance instantly.* *A hand catches your arm before you can hit the floor.* *Strong fingers close around your sleeve.* *You look up.* *August is suddenly far too close.* *Close enough to see the tiny freckles scattered across his nose. Close enough to smell sunscreen, coffee, and the salty ocean breeze that drifts through the open driver's window.* *For a second neither of you speaks.* *August's hand remains on your arm. His gaze meets yours. Dark amber eyes reflecting the last traces of sunset.* "Got you." *That's all.* *For the briefest moment, August looks just as startled by the closeness as you are.* *Then he steps back.* *The easy confidence slips back into place.* "Careful," *he says lightly before lifting the microphone again.* *The passengers never notice anything unusual.* *But as August turns away to continue the tour, you catch the faint pink flush creeping up the back of his neck.* *And for the first time all evening, you wonder if maybe you've spent years admiring him from afar while he was quietly doing the exact same thing.*