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Dating Sim Secret Ending, Part 3 (Anime Dating Sim Girl TG)
🕑 Added 2025-11-02 22:22:34 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Story Tier Prompt for Scoobert
Mark and Aaron are accidentally transported into a visual novel dating game. Mark becomes Haru, the game’s male comic relief, while poor Aaron is turned into Yua, the busty fashionista romantic interest destined to lose out to the main character’s childhood best friend. But can the pair unlock a secret ending that brings them happiness . . . together?
Part 3
Yua didn’t exactly like the fact that she had to cosy up to Jin and pretend to be into him, especially since her busty gyaru body really was super into him, but it seemed like the only way to escape this dating sim. Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend seemed predicated on someone ending up with the super generic protagonist, and only with the conclusion of the game would she get to become Aaron again, at least that was the assumption Mark had made. Not that he was Mark anymore. Instead, he was the oddly cute Haru, always failing on his surfboard, always cheery and optimistic and sticking by Jin’s side, and providing comic relief. He got lucky, in her opinion, since he was still a man, but she had to admit that even if she did end up with huge boobs and an incredibly lustful, curvaceous figure, she at least had style.
That was what she leaned on to entice Jin. It was clear that the girl-next-door Sashira was supposed to be his ‘canon’ love interest. Hell, she was even his childhood best friend! In that sense, Yua had an uphill battle against her, particularly since her new personality was boastful and haughty, whereas Sashira’s was down-to-earth and kind, shy and loving, the exact kind of combo that was ‘meant’ to win out in the end.
So Yua leaned into that style and haughtiness as a direct counterweight. When she strode onto the beach, it was in her gorgeous bikini, her breasts straining against the cups, her breasts bouncing with each step. She placed one foot in front of the other, letting her hips sashay prominently and even adding to aforementioned mammary bounces, and she brushed her long blonde hair behind her delicate shoulder in a practised display of femininity.
Jin’s jaw dropped.
Haru, off in the water, launched off of his surfboard, clearly distracted.
She ignored the latter and focused on the former, moving towards him and smiling.
“Oh, Jin, isn’t it? How amusing to find you out here?” she said. She placed her hands on her lovely hips, thrusting out her large chest for extra effect. “And who are these interesting women you’ve surrounded yourself with?”
Jin practically had to pick his jaw off of the ground. “Oh, uh, this is my best friend Sashira,” he said, indicating to the cute girl in the one-piece. “And this is Akemi,” he said, gesturing to the shy nerdy girl with an adorable pixie cut. And I’ve recently met Rin here. Did you know she’s a track star and a volleyball star?”
He gestured to an athletic woman, tall and muscular and strikingly beautiful, her skin a dark tan, her abs amazing. Yua would have worshipped her had she still been a man, but all she saw now was competition.
“We’re full up here,” Rin said. “We’ve used up all the towels.”
“I’m sure we can make some space,” Sashira said kindly. “Um, if that’s okay by you, Jin? I’m just . . . I mean . . . we could always go on a romantic walk - I mean a regular walk!”
Yua rolled her eyes as the sad exchange continued. Damn, if this wasn’t formulaic. Some amazing dating sim! She could barely believe Mark/Haru had so wanted to track it down; it was cliche as hell! She decided to cut the Gordian knot, striding forth to grab Jin’s hand, lowering herself so that her large breasts were right in his vision; he was sitting down, making for the perfect view of her large ‘assets.’
“Nonsense! This isn’t a time for walking! This is a time for swimming and getting wet and playful. Isn’t that right, Jin?”
She pressed herself against him, her breasts just brushing upon her chest. God, it made her aroused. She was playing a part, she had to remind herself. She didn’t want to actually get lost in the part. Unfortunately, her proximity to Jin, generic and lame that he was, still had the effect of activating her role’s compulsions. The result was she was truly into him.
“I - that sounds like a great idea!” he said.
“Marvellous!” she declared, and she meant it too. “I’ve been meaning to break this bikini in. Why don’t you help me?”
The other girls radiated hate as she pulled him towards the ocean, except for Sashira, who just felt heartbroken. It made Yua feel a little bad, but she aimed to get out of this reality, and that meant succeeding in seducing Jin. And damn if she didn’t do a great job of it, too. She ‘accidentally’ pressed her bikini body against him as they splashed one another. She asked him to help adjust her breasts in their large cups, even moving his hands to feel them to see if they were ‘positioned right.’ It made her nipples hard, and she made sure to let him feel that. She posed in her bikini, and when the other girls came to the water, she made sure to drag him away again, demanding in her haughty way that he take photos of her as a ‘photoshoot.’
“This is my beach and island, after all. It would be remiss if you didn’t pay a little tax by giving me a modelling job, right?”
At this point, Haru rejoined them, and his jaw fell and eyes became little circular dots in a rather anime-like fashion.
“Stop staring, little man!” she yelled. “And take photos of Jin and I here!”
This was a more awkward part; it was absolutely hot to have Jin’s arm around her waist, and her left boob pressing against his side. She held him, posing in increasingly scandalous ways while talking up herself and her wealth and beauty. But at the same time, Haru was watching, and he was clearly trying to hide a tent in his pants. She couldn’t even blame him; she was even starting to make little sounds of delight that were far too close to erotic moans. Haru took the photos, but his jealousy was clear. It made things . . . awkward.
“Um, maybe pose now with you facing one another? With her arms around his neck? Very romantic-like and stuff?”
“Uh, y-yes,” Yua said, feeling a little less secure in herself now. “Of course! That would be just darling!”
They held the pose, her looking into Jin’s eyes. She had to resist her genuine attraction to him, but it was just so damn hard. Instead, she focused on how empty his eyes were. This man was a cardboard cut out of a person, a generic self-insert protagonist, nothing more. She needed something more genuine to keep her from filling that self-insert with herself and her desires, so she looked aside to Haru, focusing as he took the perfect photo. He actually was . . . very cute. It made her amused, the way he was putting such effort into this.
“Oh, just take the photo already, Haru!” she demanded. “Your queen of the island demands it!”
And that was when, in his enthusiasm, Haru slipped on a rock in the water and tripped over, soaking the camera immediately. Yua gasped. Jin suppressed a chuckle. And the women who had been waiting jealously in the wings immediately took this opportunity to run straight to Jin and drag him away.
“No, no!” Yua cried. “We can’t still take photos!”
“Volleyball time!” Rin declared.
“And then, maybe, some reading under the shade?” Akemi suggested.
“And that romantic - I mean, friendly walk,” Sashira said, following after Jin.
Yua was left in the water, furious. She marched over to Haru and picked him up out of the water by his ear.
“You moron! You little creature!” she snapped. “I had him!”
“I’m s-sorry!” Haru said, grinning sheepishly. “It’s my character, Yua, I swear.”
Jin was now far away enough that she got a better sense of herself. She let go of his ear. “Shit! Are you okay? Sorry, it’s what my character would do as well.”
He waved it off. “It’s okay. I’m a comic relief, so I’m pretty indestructible. I’m really sorry though, Yua. We almost had him.”
She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her chest again. “I know. God, I was close. He was so handsome . . . up close. Fuck. Stupid dating sim role. I’ve got such a gloriously beautiful body and stylish presentation, but he’s running off with the dregs!”
“Ah, you’re talking haughty again.”
She sagged, then placed a hand around her friend’s shoulders. “I know. Can’t help it. But we got close. We can do it again.”
“Um, Yua?”
“Yes?”
“Your, uh, boob is against my cheek.”
It was then that she realised that between her tall height and his shorter stature, her chest was practically in his face. She paused, shocked at this, but surprisingly comfortable with it. Both of them turned beet red, and then, finally, they jumped back.
“It was an accident!” she declared.
“I didn’t mean to be so perverted!” he replied.
“I mean, sure you’re cute and all, now. Surprisingly cute, but-”
“But I’m unworthy of you, unworthy of being touched by you and - agh!”
He slipped on the same rock again, and it was enough to break the tension. Yua erupted with laughter as she walked over to Haru, who was lying on his back underwater, the fish inspecting him idly.
“Oh, Haru,” she said. “What a role you’ve ended up with.”
She pulled him to his feet, and this time they faced one another. His gaze moved from her large breasts up to her face, and her eyes roamed his body. He was no Jin. In many ways, he was better. He had personality, for one, and he made her laugh. And he was real. She blushed again.
“I better get to this volleyball game. Show that I am worthy to defeat Rin, naturally.”
“And, uh, I better fail at surfing some more.”
They both smiled sheepishly, and moved in their separate directions. But Yua paused and turned as Haru made his way off.
“Haru, wait,” she said. “I just wanted to say . . . you are rather . . . attractive, in your own way. To this body, I mean.”
He blushed, but his grin went wide. “And you are very, very attractive to anyone,” he replied. “You’re doing amazing, Yua. You can do this.”
He took off, hunched over a little to hide his comedic erection. To her surprise, it was a rather big erection, and perhaps that was part of the comedy. She licked her lips a little.
“Don’t even think about it, Yua. You’re already screwed up enough.”
She moved to rejoin Jin, though in truth, she would much prefer to be learning to surf with Haru.
***
Haru did his best to support Yua, but it was really hard. Try as much as he might, he couldn’t stop feeling drawn to her. She was damn attractive, and that haughty attitude was something else, even if it was a total contrast to his own happy-go-lucky comic relief personality. Perhaps that was actually what made them gel, in a way. It was wrong, he knew, to fantasise about her so strongly. She was his friend. She was Aaron, the one he’d trapped in her because of his own stupid obsession with this game. And now she was forced to seduce the anime protagonist, who was boring as all hell, just to get them out of here. So he put aside his attraction as best as he could to support her, though they often wound up in rather embarrassing and close situations anyway.
The day after the beach episode, Yua managed to drag Jin along for some high-class shopping at her own family-owned stores. He in turn took his best friend Haru, and so the former anime nerd now had front row seats to his busty best friend putting on all sorts of sexy sundresses, fashionable miniskirts and crop tops, and generally looking stylish, beautiful, and downright sexy. It was going well for Yua, at least, as she was dangerously close to getting a date out of Jin, but then the other girls arrived, ambushing him with their own styles, and Yua was frustrated by their insistence on going out for lunch. In the end, Haru had to help her get out of a particularly tight dress, an embarrassing and strangely intimate moment for both of them.
“Don’t look,” she said. “This doesn’t come with a bra, Haru!”
“I won’t, I swear! I’m not that perverted!”
“Oh, please, you very much are! Like I could end up with an unsophisticated man like you, even if you are a little cute, you have no style at all!”
He blushed at this. “Um, maybe you could help me find something that’s not quite so unsophisticated then?”
What followed felt like a little bonus scene out of a dating sim, because Yua actually took it upon herself to style him, updating his shirt into something more befitting a stylish beach session, and then providing him with a new hairstyle as well.
“There you are,” she said, smiling. “Much better! Much more worthy of me!”
She blinked, realising what she had said.
“I mean, in the sense of -”
“I get it, just character stuff,” he said, grinning awkwardly. “I better go! This is perhaps a bit too - waggh!”
And then, naturally, he slipped on a loose article of clothing and crashed into a rack of clothing, knocking it all over. Yua could only giggle at this and help extract him.
This was the pattern of things as they went. Yua would get so damn close to pulling Jin, and then the other girls came in and ruined everything, leaving her and Haru to commiserate. But then those little after-failure meetings had a rising tension to them as well; Yua was too good looking, her body too lustful, her haughty attitude hiding this adorable kindness deep down. And Haru, for his part, was constantly looking out for her, always trying to lift her spirits, amuse her, and yet accidentally sparking embers of interest.
It happened at the mall.
It happened at the night festival.
It happened even at the day spa, where the two ended up sharing a hot springs together after Haru slipped and fell out of his towel. The pair were totally naked, and for the first time saw everything of one another. Yua turned bright red.
“My, you are . . . for such an inferior specimen you are . . . quite well-endowed.”
“I, uh, guess that’s part of the joke?”
Yua had to take a deep breath. Her body was responding to this man. Hell, for the first time, Jin was free from her thoughts. “That’s hardly a joke to me. I mean, sorry. This body is so damn lustful. Can you please just get further into the water so I’m not staring at . . . it?”
“Oh, of course!” he said, before slipping in further. Of course, he literally tripped over and landed face first upon her large, bare breasts. She shrieked, pushing him away, getting rid of the surprisingly pleasurable sensations.
“Nope, nope!” she declared, getting out. “This is too weird. Don’t look, damn it!”
“I’m sorry!” he said. “I can’t help myself, I swear!”
“I know,” she replied, getting her towel on, though it struggled to contain her dimensions. “But I can’t keep doing this. We . . . there’s a chemistry here that is feeling very, very weird, dude. I’m meant to have a man’s body, Haru. We’re meant to be in the real world. But if we don’t succeed soon, then she’ll win.”
She pointed out Sashira on the far side of the complex, who was having a massage worked upon her by Jin. It made her boil with jealousy, and yet . . . part of her didn’t want to leave Haru. And that was a problem.
“We’ll win,” Haru said. “I know we will. The island dance is coming up, that’ll be our key to victory.”
“It better be,” she proclaimed. “Because I cannot be Yua for good!”
***
Haru retreated back to his room. He had to help Yua prepare. He also seriously had to rub one out, because he couldn’t stop thinking of her. And thanks to his rather cheeky new personality, the latter was going to happen before the former.
“Sorry, Yua!” he declared to himself. “I just can’t stop thinking about those big, beautiful boobs of yours!”
She was in his mind, she was in his body. God, he’d actually put his face against them in the hot springs. It was so wrong, but he needed to deal with this. So he flopped onto the bed, unzipped his pants and then quickly pulled open the draw beside him to find some hotel tissues or the like to deal with the aftermath.
“At least I’ve got a big cock now,” he mused. “God, I’m such a failure. Masturbating to my own friend. But she’s so beautiful. I’d do anything for a woman like that. And sometimes she looks at me and . . . hey, what’s this”
His libido began to fade as he beheld a book in the drawer. It was not, as he thought it might be, some kind of spiritual text or amusing little easter egg. Instead, it was something altogether more powerful.
Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend: A Player’s Handbook and Guide
Haru’s face lit up. He instantly forgot his arousal - well, almost instantly - and sat up, moving straight to the desk in the room so he could read the book. He opened it, and beheld with utter wonder everything he and Yua needed to succeed. It had been right here the whole time, and perhaps Yua had one in her room too. Perhaps all ‘players’ did, if they just knew where to look! It was an easter egg, the best one anybody could find!
Everything was laid out; the pathways for romance options, how to get the various endings. How to unlock the special bikini skins and extra clothing options for various characters, including Yua. He smirked at that, imagining being able to provide her with even sexier styles.
“Holy shit, I can even make her a sexy mermaid! This shit is amazing!”
All the little easter eggs were laid out, all the different interaction options, how to develop the right amount of ‘hearts’ for Jin, and even the secret endings. He flipped ahead to a crucial chapter: So You’ve Been Sucked Into the Game - How To Get Out. He had the widest grin on his face. It was all going to be okay. Everything was going to be fine! Everything -
Haru paused as he read. No, that couldn’t be right. He read the section again, and then the rest of the page, and then the chapter. As he did so, his enthusiasm gave way to concern, and then to fear.
“No, it can’t be,” he whispered. “It can’t be.”
He lowered the book and gulped. There was a way out of the game, and they had been pursuing it. By successfully romancing with Jin, one unlocked the ending that allowed one to escape. But it would only allow the individual who romanced him to escape. The other would be stuck here . . . forever.
“Yua will be Aaron again, but I’ll never leave,” he muttered, the realisation crashing down upon him like a powerful wave upon the beach.
He flicked through more pages, looking over the secret endings. He could help Yua escape, he knew. This was his fault, she deserved to get out. But . . .
“Holy shit,” he said, gazing at one of the secret ending pathways. It depicted Yua in a sexy-looking lingerie straddling him - Haru - her gaze loving as she looked down upon her new lover. Her breasts hung like overripe fruit, practically escaping from her bra, and he was clearly naked, his impressive member hidden only by the perspective of her body. They were on her bed, too, lush and comfortable, silken and perfect. There wasn’t just lust in their expressions either. They seemed to be in the very throes of romantic attraction. It was enough to make Haru hard in his pants again. He touched the page, imagining such a future. God, she looked so sexy. So hot. So . . . radiant. And he, in the image, looked like he was her most devout and loving worshipper, intent on pleasing her in every way he could for the rest of his life. He had to take a deep breath to avoid fainting rather comedically, because such a future was so enticing that he had to remind himself of who Yua truly was. She was meant to be a man, and yet how could anyone like that be anything but a goddess?
“Stop being so horny, Haru!” he told himself. “Focus on what’s important!”
And what was important was clear: there was another way. They could end up together. He and Yua. There was attraction, wasn’t there? There was tension, and interest, and they’d come close a few times, perhaps too close. But could Haru do that to his friend, as attractive as she now was?
He gulped again. He had a real choice to make.
And a secret ending to consider.
To Be Continued . . .
