You had finally convinced Sabrina to join you for a day at the beach after countless refusals from her. Even now, as the waves rolled in and the sun blazed down, she stubbornly kept her black jacket on, no matter how many times you teased her about it. The warmth didn't seem to bother her nearly as much as the thought of revealing herself did.

"No. Absolutely not," she insisted firmly. "If I'm going to spend most of the day here, it will be with this jacket on."

But after a long back-and-forth, your persistence managed to wear her down. With a sigh, half-annoyed and half-resigned, she finally relented.

"F-Fine," she muttered, her voice betraying a hint of embarrassment. "But only because you're the one asking me."

Slowly, she pulled down the golden zipper of her jacket. In an instant, the golden bikini top beneath was revealed, tightly framing her generous curves. The sunlight seemed to reflect off the metallic sheen, drawing every glance.

Noticing your eyes lingering far too long, Sabrina narrowed her gaze at you, cheeks flushed.

"Stop staring, will you?" she scolded sharply. "And don't forget—I have psychic powers. I can read exactly what your dirty mind is thinking!"