Not your first time in a skirt.

The tropical beaches of Sandakhar Island were beautiful this time of year.

That’s why they made such a scenic backdrop for Salvatrice’s latest foray into streaming. The wind was up, and it carried the call of seagulls and more exotic animals, still holding a trace of the magic that had once inundated the world.

To people largely stuck in megacities during the coming of a bitter winter, it was like a shot from paradise itself, especially as the world’s most famous married idol duo came into view in their newly-bought swimsuits.

Still playing on the angel-devil theming, with the celestial, pale Hyun-ji Seong in snowy pure white, and that handsome devil Ya Liao in deepest jet-black across rich dark skin, but these outfits were far bolder than anything they’d ever worn on stage.

Hyun-ji’s two-piece bikini might have been perfectly acceptable across the world’s beaches and pools, and in fact in some quarters rendered her comically overdressed. However, her immaculately-maintained image of being as pure as her hair, white as the driven snow, was at risk. Or rather, that image of perfect idol purity enhanced the sinful pleasure of seeing the vast swell of her cleavage, only barely restrained by hardworking, frilly white triangles of cloth.

Down below, the triangle had to work just as hard, and all her wide, childbearing hips were in plain view, along with a fantastic, juicy toned rear end. Though concealed through a semi-transparent pareo skirt, which was just enough to provide the illusion of coverage. Like her cute straw sun-hat with a white lily tucked in, it actually did nothing to conceal her bombshell figure, which was framed by her wide, white feathered wings.

She brushed aside a lock of wavy, silky hair with an immaculately-manicured hand, the glitter applied to rounded, trimmed mid-length nails shimmering off the sunlight in a particular display of both femininity and computer graphics. It also brought her hot-pink choker into view, clasped around a thin neck.

No engraving, this time.

“Sorry for the delay, everyone! Somebody was being a little too frisky in the changing room when we should have been practicing!”

Ya Liao hardly looked chastened by her wife’s rebuke, if anything, her prideful grin beneath a pair of aviator shades grew larger. For once, the glow of her otherworldly stare was hidden instead of transfixing the viewer, but she made up for it in what else was on display. Obviously, in spite of her tomboyish attitude, she was quite the woman with quite the set of curves. A bust that didn’t measure up to her wife in size, but was still ample, and nearly all revealed from her far more daring slingshot-style suit held up by a clasp onto her own matching pink choker.

As was the entire wealth of her flawless dark skin over a well-toned, muscular female body that displayed her strength pridefully, not subtly. Her six-pack abs flexed with each breath, and her arms and thighs bulged with power. She was no brick, but when she turned around to reveal her back was just revealed as the front, and the string of her black sling bikini vanished as it wedged itself between squat-honed cheeks, she also flexed a set of rippling back muscles.

After giving appropriate time for the considerable chunk of female fans who watched for her to squeal themselves silly, Ya pulled down her shades to deliver the final blow, staring at both her wife, and thanks to the camera angle, the audience.

“How could I possibly hold back when you’re so cute?”

When she went in for a loving embrace, though, a paper fan bapped her on the head. The by now familiar sign that their manager had arrived next.

The black-haired office lady that was their Manager-san was sporting both a fertile mother’s delightfully plump curves everywhere, and a royal purple one-piece swimsuit that was theoretically more decent. With the high cut below angling to reveal her massive, steel-crushing thighs, there was still so much skin on display. Even what was partially covered, like her overwhelming bust, was more shaped and displayed for hungry eyes worldwide.

She’d lost most of the baby weight from where it counted most, and her thin waist’s narrowness contrasted beautifully with the rest. It gave the distinct impression she hadn’t had kids yet, but the entire rest of her body screamed to the viewers that she could, easily, and could feed them afterwards with no difficulty whatsoever. When company material on the website had recently revealed that Manager-san was a former idol herself, nobody in the audience had any reason to doubt that.

She adjusted her classic set of spectacles and let out an aggressively loud cough. “Down, girl. This isn’t about you, today.” That was perhaps the thing to say to injure Ya Liao more than anything else, for she was always distinctly under the impression that it was ‘about her’.

It was true, though. From their vacation spot, Salvatrice had a new friend to introduce to the world.

A very pink little friend, in a very pink little bikini. Though it was a lot more covering than the other girls’, there was a lot less to cover up top; she was flat as a board, though of course, especially in a world packed with titty monsters, that was a particular delicacy some enjoyed. Down below, she had a billowing, puffy fluffy ruffled skirt to her bikini, and unlike Hyun-ji’s pareo, it was teasingly pastel and opaque.

She sported very prominent fox ears and several big, bushy tails, showing that this was none other than a kitsune of some considerable age. Not one of the absolute elders that guided their race and often all Autumn, but time had clearly not allowed her to develop past a very girlish, slim sleek figure.

The real clue that she was member of staff wasn’t the water-soaked T-shirt she’d tossed on with the company logo emblazoned; it was how nervous she was to be on camera. Her pale face was flame with a tone to almost match that long pink hair, tied back into a ponytail and with long bangs she could hide keenly-intelligent, but nervous eyes behind.

“H-Hello, everyone.”

“Meet one of our hardworking staff that make these broadcasts, and indeed all our output, possible,” Hyun-ji intoned, moving over to one side of the girl, and pushing her huge chest against her head in the process due to their different heights. "S-chan! Yaaay!"

Ya Liao moved behind her, hugging her waist and resting her head on those thin shoulders with a great big grin. “Thanks for being such a good sport and agreeing to appear with us on camera, S-chan. I just know the fans are gonna eat you up.”

Manager-san completed the surround from the other side, providing an even larger set of breasts to smoosh against and over and into her. In fact, S-chan now felt more like she was drowning than anything, though the front half had to remain clear so the camera could lovingly track all the way from the top of her pink, wiggling fox ears, down to her charming beach sandals on bare feet.

“Don’t forget, we’re live on the air in half a billion homes worldwide. Anything you say is as a representative for, and employee of, Cloverleaf Corporation. Good luck.”

It was awe-inspiring what you could be talked into doing for your friends, huh?