The story unfolds with the swimming club under new management, now ruled by the iron fist of Captain Kurotaki. This dude runs practices so intense they’d make a jalapeño sweat. But here’s the weird part: after every session, he pulls one of the guys aside for a “private meeting.” Then, like clockwork, that guy quits within a week. The rumor mill’s churning hotter than a stolen laptop, and everyone’s got theories, but nobody knows the real deal.
Finally, it’s protagonist-kun’s turn. His stomach’s doing backflips as he steps into the equipment shed. Captain Kurotaki’s already there, looking serious as a heart attack. “Drop the trunks,” he commands, and before you can say “what the flip,” this intense Q&A session kicks off. The guy’s being studied like a bug under glass, and let’s just say his little soldier isn’t exactly standing at attention under that kind of pressure.
But then things get weirder than a three-dollar bill. That shy guy turned into Captain Kurotaki’s personal stress reliever. Talk about a plot twist nobody saw coming.
Meanwhile, in another place, there’s Mayu. She forgot her undies for swim class, and honestly? She discovers that going commando is more thrilling than winning the lottery. The whole “maybe someone will notice” thing gets her motor running, so she starts leveling up her game. Bathroom breaks turn into solo parties, and soon she’s experimenting with gadgets that would make James Bond jealous.
One day, she’s in an empty classroom, vibing with her remote-controlled toy, when suddenly, BAM! Some dudes walk in. Instead of freaking out, her brain does a full 180: “These guys might be able to show me a better time than this plastic pal.”
