Although it's pleasing to the eye to watch Hermione reading, young people always need other outlets for their energy.
"I'm going out onto the terrace for some fresh air. Do you want to keep watching your beloved Li Bai?" Draco decided to go out and check things out first.
"Okay, you go ahead, remember to wear sunscreen. I'll take another look..." Hermione's attention quickly returned to the pages of her book.
Upon hearing the reply, Draco headed towards the bathroom.
After changing into a simple pair of black, form-fitting swim trunks and putting on a pair of sunglasses, I walked out of the suite, shirtless and barefoot, and came to the private viewing terrace at the bow of the ship.
The midday sun was already quite intense, its rays spilling onto the gleaming deck and the azure surface of the private swimming pool.
Draco didn't jump into the pool; instead, he walked to the glass railing at the edge of the terrace and casually rested his hands on it.
He leaned forward slightly, striking a pose that suggested he was gazing into the distance from a railing, contemplating life with profound and pretentious airs.
Sunglasses covered his eyes.
Let your gaze wander freely.
Therefore, his gaze did not fall on the magnificent view where the sea and sky met in the distance, but instead glanced diagonally towards the largest public swimming pool area on the ship, several decks below.
That place is at its most beautiful during the day.
The poolside area on the lower deck is practically a mini, mobile fashion show and a human body art exhibition.
A variety of swimsuits, bold in style and vibrant in color, are worn by equally stunning beauties enjoying sunbathing or frolicking in the water.
They were lying down or sitting, chatting and laughing in groups of three or five, or reading alone with headphones on, exuding vitality and allure.
And there was one person, who was looking through sunglasses,
His gaze swept quickly and discreetly over the beautiful woman below.
This blonde has a nice figure, but she's too tanned.
That girl with black hair has great proportions, and her legs are long!
Wow, that redhead... wow!
Draco made an objective assessment in his mind.
Although neither of them are as pretty or elegant as my wife.
He added proudly to himself,
But it is quite pleasing to the eye and has considerable visual appeal.
I have to admit, that's one of the advantages of foreign countries!
Sunshine, beaches, swimming pools, bikinis—you can feast your eyes on all of this without spending a single coin.
It was indeed a... unique experience.
Just then, his gaze was drawn to a figure on the other side of the pool, who had just settled onto a white beach chair.
She was a beautiful woman with exceptionally fair skin. She wore a stylish off-white wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and had a head of fluffy, brown, wavy hair.
However, when Draco's gaze shifted downwards...
"Holy crap..."
The beautiful woman was wearing an extremely daring bikini.
It was a black strappy bikini. The top was a deep V-neck triangle cup style, with very little fabric on the chest. What was even more striking was the crisscross cutout design combined with thin rope straps.
The thin black ropes, like alluring vines, intertwined and wrapped around her snow-white skin, extending from below her chest to her flat, firm waist and abdomen, outlining a breathtakingly alluring curve.
Draco, feeling a dryness in his throat, unconsciously swallowed, his gaze lingering on the ground.
He mentally evaluated it through an "artistic" lens:
"The clouds in the sky... are so big and white..."
"It's a pity it's a large canyon, not a small ravine..."
Perhaps his gaze was too focused, for the brown-haired beauty on the recliner seemed to sense something.
Then he slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the private rooftop terrace where Draco was.
Then, before Draco could look away, she raised her hand and took off her large sunglasses.
She revealed a face with exquisite makeup and a mature charm, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Draco, who was intently admiring the scene, suddenly felt a jolt.
He hastily pushed up his sunglasses, then turned his head to the other side with slightly stiff movements.
He pretended to be intently studying something that didn't exist on the distant horizon, but out of the corner of his eye, his gaze remained fixed on the figure below.
In the sunlight, the beautiful woman smiled even more clearly in his direction, a smile that carried both provocation and invitation.
Then, as if adjusting her posture, her hand naturally touched the edge of the bikini top.
"What are you going to do? "Draco thought to himself, trying to stop himself...
The next second, the beautiful woman hooked onto the thin black rope.
With a gentle lift, a sliver of white was revealed.
"Awesome," was all Draco could say to her.
His mouth involuntarily opened into a circle, the subtle change in his expression betraying his shock.
His body also leaned back slightly.
It was as if the sudden scenery had dazzled my eyes.
As if possessed, Draco removed half of his sunglasses.
They were trying to see things more clearly.
Meanwhile, the men who had been secretly observing her by the pool below were now staring wide-eyed.
Some accidentally knocked over the drinks next to them.
Some collapsed onto their recliners, while others drooled.
This caused a small commotion and some laughter.
He seemed quite satisfied with the effect he had achieved.
After a very brief display, the beautiful woman quickly and skillfully retrieved and rearranged her bikini top.
Then she looked up, her gaze falling once more on Draco on the terrace, and without any hesitation, she gave him a flirtatious wink.
She even extended a finger painted with bright red nail polish and beckoned him suggestively.
The meaning couldn't be clearer.
Go down and you'll be able to...
But Draco straightened up again, his expression returning to its previous calm, and then put the half of his sunglasses back on, completely blocking any eye contact with those below.
"Tsk. Using this to test the young master?" He shook his head and scoffed, "Which young master can't withstand such a test?"
"What a mess," Draco said, it was unclear whether he was referring to the other person's behavior or his own momentary loss of composure.
Below, seeing that he didn't respond further, and even looked away, the beautiful woman shrugged indifferently.
Then he lay back down on the beach chair, put on his sunglasses, as if everything that had just happened was just a minor incident.
After standing by the railing for a while, Draco's gaze seemed to shift back to the actual sea level.
But out of the corner of his eye, he would still glance down at that particular spot from time to time, looking at it again and again.
In the sunlight, her fair skin, black ribbons, and brown curly hair create an alluring still image.
Feel your heart beating at its normal frequency again.
Draco then gently exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling that his composure, after the visual shock and test of will just now, was as firm as a rock and unbreakable.
As expected of Draco Malfoy.
He mentally gave himself a thumbs up.
Remaining unmoved by temptation, with a firm gaze and unwavering resolve.
Very good, keep it up, next one...
As for the little regret in my heart that I haven't seen enough, and the feeling that I am really open to foreign customs...
Let it drift away with the sea breeze.