The initial application was more agonizing than the subsequent application.
As he gently brushed the cool sunscreen across her delicate collarbone, rounded shoulders, and sensitive skin, Hermione felt the hairs on her body stand on end.
As Draco's hand moved, tiny currents of electricity coursed through Hermione's body. She could only suppress strange noises by biting her lower lip tightly.
His body trembled slightly from the suppressed shivering.
Her cheeks were burning red!
"Here..." Draco's fingers slowly moved down, pausing slightly as he touched the edge of her ample bosom. He looked into Hermione's dreamy, shy eyes and asked, "This... is it okay to wipe here? It seems like it gets sunburnt here too..."
"Dream on! This is a no-go zone! I'll do it myself! You—you turn around!" Hermione shuddered at his words and the burning gaze that seemed to melt her.
She jerked back, instinctively covering her chest with her hands, jolting herself out of her dazed state!
Draco was taken aback by her intense reaction, then a hint of regret flashed in his eyes, but more so, it was expected.
Although he obediently turned away, he still muttered to himself, "I just wanted to make sure the sunscreen was effective..."
"Of course I can't look! What if I accidentally expose myself?!" Hermione retorted, blushing, then quickly grabbed sunscreen and began applying it to that forbidden area.
Thinking back to the sensation Draco had just given her, Hermione couldn't help but realize that touching herself felt completely different...
"Wife..." Draco began plaintively.
"Huh?" Hermione looked up in a panic.
"You're still good at keeping me in suspense..." Draco said.
"Of course~ Mom said that girls need to know how to protect themselves and not let men get away with it so easily."
As she spoke, Hermione couldn't help but curl her lips upwards, her initial embarrassment replaced by a small sense of smugness.
"But I'm not just any man!" Draco's tone became even more 'aggrieved,' "We've met each other's parents, gotten engaged, and are practically a couple just waiting for a grand wedding!"
"Enough talk!" Hermione finished applying the makeup.
"This is a matter of principle! Turn around, I've finished applying it."
Draco turned around, took the bottle, squeezed a little onto his finger, and then gently applied it to her neck and face.
"Alright, it's my turn." Draco said, mimicking her earlier actions, then casually sprawled out on another beach chair, striking a pose of complete submissiveness.
He fully displayed his broad, muscular back and firm, perky buttocks to Hermione.
Looking at the body before her, brimming with masculine strength and beauty, Hermione blushed deeply. But she straddled his waist, squeezed sunscreen onto her hands, and then, with a mixture of shyness and curiosity, placed her hand on his warm back.
The tentacles were firm, powerful muscles with smooth skin, warmer than her own. Her small hands roamed over Draco's broad back, feeling the muscle lines and distinct bone contours.
A strange sense of satisfaction quietly grew in my heart.
This is her man!
"Hmm..." As Hermione's soft, slightly cool hands slowly rubbed against his back, occasionally brushing against his waist...
Draco let out a comfortable sound!
"Stop yelling! It sounds awful!" Hermione slapped his back, her hand trembling from his groan.
"This isn't something I can control..." Draco turned his head to the side, resting his head on his arm, his eyes full of laughter.
"Honey, your hands are so soft, you're so good at massaging... It feels so good I can't control myself... Could you go a little deeper?"
"Dream on! Lie down properly!" Hermione spat at him, but unconsciously tightened her grip a little.
As she applied the ointment to her lower back and upper hips, Hermione moved with even greater care, her face flushing redder. She could feel the muscles beneath her palms taut and the elastic texture of the ointment.
"Honey, look at my butt... isn't it perky?" Draco boasted, noticing her shyness and hesitation. He even deliberately lifted his hips to make the curve more obvious.
"What's so great about that! Shameless!" Hermione was so choked by his shameless boasting that she couldn't catch her breath.
Without thinking, he slapped the spot he was talking about with a "smack," making a crisp sound.
Hermione had long wanted revenge, and now that she had the chance, her heart fluttered slightly.
"Indeed, compared to Miss Granger's, there's nothing to brag about. Yours... is superior." Draco said meaningfully, his gaze sweeping over her.
"Get lost!" Hermione felt her face burning again, threw the sunscreen she was holding onto his back, and stood up.
"I finished applying the rest myself! I'm going to prepare the drain!" With that, she ran back to the suite as if fleeing.
Draco, sprawled on the beach chair, watched her flee in disarray and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
When Hermione emerged from the suite again, the blush on her face had faded considerably thanks to her mental preparation.
She changed into a blue Splinching sports swimsuit, which, while not as stunning as the burgundy swimsuit, was more suitable for swimming practice.
Her hair was tied into a high ponytail with a simple hair tie, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck.
She exuded a more sporty and spirited vibe than before.
However, when her eyes met Draco's, they would involuntarily flicker, revealing a trace of lingering shyness.
"The sunscreen isn't completely dry yet, it'll wash off easily in the water," Draco explained, then quietly cast a spell over the slightly sticky sunscreen residue on their bodies.
A warm breeze swept over their skin, instantly erasing the milky white residue and stickiness, leaving their skin feeling refreshed and dry, retaining only the protective effect of the sunscreen.
" Quick-Drying Charm, a must-have for home and travel."
Draco put away his wand and winked at her smugly.
Feeling the refreshing touch on her skin, Hermione felt even more satisfied with his thoughtfulness and effective magic.
She nodded and walked towards the poolside.
Instead of jumping in rashly, she carefully sat on the edge of the pool and first dipped her legs into the cool water.
"Bring it on."
Draco extended his hand in invitation, and Hermione offered him hers.
Draco took Hermione's somewhat stiff hand and guided her slowly down the pool steps into the waist-deep shallow water.
The cool pool water gradually rose over Hermione's calves and knees, finally stopping at her slender waist.
"Don't be nervous, I'm here!" Draco helped her stand with her back against the pool wall, then stood opposite her, supporting her upper arms with both hands.