Camp Buddy Visual の小説・ストーリー

NARRATIVE POV Beast and CC broke through the dense treeline, opening into a hidden base camp. There was a calm stream, and the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and a sense of camaraderie that she hadn’t expected with a rogue pack. She liked it. Even in the middle of battles, there was a sense of ease. A sign of a strong and competent leader. It curled CC’s lip as she witnessed the opposite within her old one.

I watched his chest inflate and deflat as he did that my cheeks getting redder as I watched him He was so fucking adorable and all I could think about was those lips that were wrapped around the whistle, bring wrapped around my pussy and sucking me dry. “Welcome everyone, to Camp 001. As you all know I am your head camp instructor here. I would be in charge of major orientations and any complaints should be filed to my representative, the camp is a safe and healthy place to connect with friends, make new memories, relax and just enjoy yourselves so make sure to have a time of your life while you are also learning. Once the bus door opens, carefully come down and take your room keys from the

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

the head of the troupe assigned three men to me, while the others dispatched into the camp. The camp was buried in the middle of the woods, with at least fifty identical tents made of wood and leaves. Surprisingly, there was quite a population out here, including women and children—it could pass for a pack of its own. We walked by women by large fire places, cooking in giant pots in groups and also past children playing.

I asked, setting aside the math textbook I’d been pretending to study. “You could say that,” he muttered, loosening his protective gear. “You alright, kid?” “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” I stood, bracing myself. “There’s a group of girls from school going camping tomorrow night. Just overnight. Can I go?” He looked at me. “Camping? Where?” “I think just near the outskirts. They go every year, it’s a thing.” Julian rubbed his chin. “Who’s going?” “Ruby. Laura. Claire. Cherry—”

Kira said, nudging a strawberry shake in her direction. “We brought reinforcements,” Sara grinned, waving a test-prep book. “Because the real exam isn’t next week, it’s surviving this math review.” Alison groaned. “Don’t remind me.” The girls spent the afternoon in their usual booth, working through flashcards, laughing at Sara’s dramatic rants, and planning for graduation. The camp trip, scheduled for the weekend after graduation was a major topic. “ I printed the checklist for camping stuff,” Kira announced. “We’re going to need snacks, a lighter, pullovers, hoodies,… and maybe a werewolf repellent.”

Rachel sent Tiger Lily and Charlotte off to bed, now that we all knew basic security procedures. Two events intruded between me and my rendezvous with Aya. First, I discovered everyone had on a series of patches. Being a Summer Camp, the girls had on a bunch more than the counselors. Still, one patch shown above all others: 'Camp Sahka Torchlight'. If you found yourself thinking of an Afro-American Jazz-themed playground, join the club.

Tyler trotted in behind me, tail wagging like he knew the vibes were shifting. I pulled on a yellow bikini top with a matching cheeky bottom, then slid into low-rise jean shorts that clung just right. My black Chacos were practical but gave outdoorsy hot girl energy. I re-braided my hair into two neat plaits, tugged a few wisps free to frame my face, and gave myself a once-over in the rearview mirror. Sunshine and sass—complete. Tyler and I stepped outside, festival dust rising with every footfall. Tents and vans filled the campground like a little bohemian village. Our flag—Camp No Name—fluttered in the warm breeze, the jagged skull logo that Sadie drew looking weirdly perfect.

I couldn’t see it yet but I could tell that we were almost to the camp, I could tell by the scents of a campfire and my family. A few minutes later we come up to a clearing and my eyes widen when I peak over his shoulder. What Scar said was a small campground, looked more like a small village. At least 30 tents of various sizes and shapes littered the clearing, a giant firepit roaring in the center. Guards patrolled the borders, some in wolf form and others still in their human ones. Eyes widening in surprise when they saw me, bowing their heads to us as we passed. It was still early enough that most pack members were in their tents, but just in case, Scar shadow steps into our tent to avoid

Of course she did. “You’re gripping that wheel like it owes you money,” she said casually. Mason didn’t look away from the road. “I’m driving.” “You’re emotionally driving.” Kai nearly choked laughing beside her. I turned toward the window to hide my smile. The camp itself looked straight out of one of those coming-of-age movies people pretend not to cry over. Wooden cabins sat around a huge clearing surrounded by trees, with a frozen lake off to the side for skating drills and a massive bonfire pit near the center.