Chapter 104 - We Cannot Have That

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Orion was nothing if not a man who loved a good challenge. Turning onto his stomach, he propped his chin onto his folded arms, the smirk never leaving his face as he felt the pair moving to accommodate themselves on either side of him.

The first contact of their hands on his skin was undeniably pleasant. Nojiko's fingers made contact with his shoulders, spreading the cool lotion across the breadth of his back. On the other hand, Nami chose to start at his lower back, her touch just as firm and calculated as his had been.

"It's like a human canvas," Nami mused, a chuckle bubbling up from her chest as her hands moved lower, tracing the contours of his muscled form. Her fingers brushed over the indentations of his back muscles, the definition a testament to his regular workouts.

"No, it's more like a sculpture," Nojiko countered, her voice filled with admiration. "Carved by the gods themselves."

Orion couldn't help but laugh at their comments. "Are you comparing me to art now?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

"Why not?" Nami replied, her fingers now tracing the outline of his waist. "Art is beautiful, and so are you."

Orion could only shake his head, his laughter rumbling in his chest. His back muscles moved under their hands like ocean waves, the simple act of laughing causing them to flex. The reaction did not go unnoticed by the girls, and they shared an amused glance before continuing their task.

Nojiko was now moving to his arms. "My, my, look at these guns," she teased, her fingers tracing over his biceps and triceps. "Been lifting, Orion?"

"Mmm," was all Orion offered in response, a contented sigh slipping past his lips. His arms flexed under her touch, his body reacting to the coolness of the lotion and the warmth of her hands.

At the same time, Nami had moved to his legs, her fingers dancing along his toned calves. "No skipping leg day, I see," she mused, her voice echoing the approval her fingers expressed.

Finally, they reached his feet, their fingers careful as they massaged the sunscreen into his skin. His body was now glowing under the sun, the lotion enhancing his tan and adding a sheen to his body.

"All done," Nami announced, mirroring his own words from earlier. They both pulled back, allowing him to turn and sit up.

Sitting sandwiched between the two girls, Orion gave a soft hum of contentment as he stretched, the newly applied sunscreen making his skin feel unusually smooth under the sun. His eyes moved between Nami and Nojiko, both of whom were wearing bright smiles on their faces, as he started to ask about their classes.

"So, how are your classes going?" Orion began, his voice casual, and his body language relaxed, as he picked up his drink. The clinking of ice was the only sound that filled the air for a moment before the girls began to reply.

"Nojiko's had a rough time in biochemistry," Nami started, grinning at her friend. "Keeps muttering about amino acids and proteins all day."

"I do not," Nojiko retorted, her cheeks coloring slightly as she lightly pushed Nami. Her playful glare shifted to Orion as she defended herself. "I understand the subject well. It's just a lot to memorize."

Orion chuckled at their banter, turning his gaze towards Nami. "And you? Still the queen of geography?"

Orion's gaze settled on Nami, who was still grinning at Nojiko's obvious embarrassment. "Oh, geography is a piece of cake, but then again, so are most subjects for me," Nami bragged. "Although I will admit that geopolitics can get a bit hairy at times."

At this, Orion laughed, the sound soft and rich. It was a comfortable, familiar sound that resonated warmly in the air between them. "And that's why you're the queen, Nami. Always making the difficult stuff seem easy."

"True that," Nojiko chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nami could probably teach the class better than our professor."

"Hey now, don't go feeding my ego too much. I might start believing you," Nami joked, her laughter joining Orion's.

Their chatter faded into the soothing sounds of the ocean waves, each lost in their thoughts for a moment. The sun had reached its zenith, casting long, stark shadows on the sandy beach.

At this point, a trio of women sauntered towards them, the siren call of their lascivious smiles echoing louder than the ocean waves. The bikini-clad figures left no room for the imagination, their bodies displaying an inviting allure that resonated with primal instincts. Their hungry eyes traced over Orion's form, lusty and appreciative.

"Hey, handsome," the woman in the center, a sultry brunette, purred, her gaze raking over Orion. "Fancy a wrestling match? We were just discussing how it'd be nice to have a strong stud join us."

Orion blinked at them, surprised but not uncomfortable. The women's advances might have been bold, but it was nothing he hadn't handled before. However, before he could respond, the arms around his own tightened protectively.

"Back off bitch," Nami snapped, her emerald eyes flashing in a warning. There was a possessive edge in her voice, her fingers digging slightly into Orion's arm. "He's taken."

Nojiko echoed the sentiment, her other arm clutching Orion's. "Find someone else to entertain you," she said, her voice as cold as the ice in their drinks.

"Well," the brunette purred, her eyes flashing mischievously. "I am sure a man of your caliber could handle a little more than... these two." She sashayed closer, her fingers lightly tracing the air near his biceps. Orion couldn't help but let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ah, ladies," he began, turning to Nami and Nojiko, his voice filled with false apology. "Looks like I'll have to fend off these sirens who are intent on whisking me away." He felt their grip on his arms tighten, both girls ready to defend their territory. But Orion was more than capable of handling this himself.

Turning back to the trio, Orion flashed a charming smile. "As tempted as I am by your... generous offer," he drawled, the undertone of sarcasm unmistakable. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline."

The brunette's eyes widened in surprise. Clearly, she hadn't expected this. Before she could voice her protest, Orion continued, "You see, I've always believed in the value of quality over quantity. And when it comes to quality," he wrapped his arms more securely around Nami and Nojiko, their faces lighting up with victory. "I've got the best right here."

The trio of women stood in stunned silence for a moment, before they burst into indignant huffs. With one last glare at Orion, they turned on their heels and sauntered off. Orion watched them go, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Snickering, Nojiko shot him a proud look. "Nicely done, stud," she said, ruffling his hair.

Nami's laugh chimed in, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, you sure showed them."

Orion felt a tug at his hands, his eyes shifting to the sight of Nami and Nojiko standing up. The heat in their gaze was palpable, their intentions clearer than the blue sky above. Their sultry smiles brought a shiver down his spine, stirring a different kind of heat within him. It was clear that his earlier words and actions, the way he'd fiercely claimed them as his, had sparked something new in them.

"But now that you missed a wrestling match because of us…" Nojiko began, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She locked her fingers with his, pulling him to stand.

"We cannot have that," Nami finished, her hand joining his other hand. There was a playful challenge in her eyes that sent a thrill coursing through him. Without another word, they began to lead him away from the sun-soaked shore towards a secluded booth at the corner.

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