Hot Spring Trip - “Like this?” ※
After getting out of the private bath, the two of us put on yukata in the dressing room.
As I was dressing, my hands suddenly stopped.
—Huh? Is there even any point in wearing this?
Let’s think objectively. We’re about to go back to the room. We’ve already eaten dinner and had our bath. Once we’re back in the room, there’s only one thing to do. In other words, this isn’t a yukata meant to be worn — it’s a yukata meant to be taken off.
“Hey, this—” I said before I could stop myself.
“Hmm?”
Hanamori turned to look at me as she dressed, tilting her head. She was tying her obi neatly. Carefully. Even though she’d be taking it off in a moment.
“…No, never mind.”
I had a feeling she’d give me a half-lidded glare and say something like “Asami-san, have you no sense of romance?” so I dropped it.
Back in the room, we sat side by side, idly watching TV.
Times like this, I still can’t find the right opening. I’m truly bad at making the first move, I can’t help but be disappointed in myself.
The laughter of comedians on the variety show filled the room, but none of it registered.
I glanced sideways at Hanamori. She was leaning against the backrest, playing with her phone.
The neckline of her yukata had fallen slightly open, showing a hint of cleavage. The mole on her right breast was alluring.
It was just past nine at night.
Suddenly, I felt a soft weight on my thigh, along with the sweet scent of shampoo.
Looking down, Hanamori had flopped over and rested her head on my lap, staring up at me.
Glossy eyes. Slightly flushed cheeks. Plump lips.
I slowly ran my fingers through her hair. It was soft and fluffy. Then I gently traced her lips with my fingertips.
They were moist, warm, and springy. Hanamori narrowed her eyes and smiled.
“Hey,” she said in a small voice.
“Mm?”
“If you don’t hurry up, I might fall asleep first.”
She narrowed her eyes with a slightly teasing look.
I slowly lay down too and pulled Hanamori into a tight embrace. She was soft and warm, almost hot.
I brought my face close and pressed my lips to hers.
At first it was just a brushing kiss, but it gradually deepened. Our tongues met of their own accord and slowly intertwined.
Hot breaths escaped through the gaps between our lips.
I tilted my face and tangled our tongues deeper again and again, slowly stroking Hanamori’s head with my fingertips.
As if combing through her hair.
“I like that. It’s gentle.”
She murmured, pulling her lips back a little. Her voice was clingy, but with a hint of allure.
I brought my face to her ear and blew a quiet breath.
“Nn…”
A small sound from Hanamori. I traced the edge of her ear slowly with my tongue, teasingly. Each time, her body twitched and sweet sounds slipped out.
“Chisa… I love you…”
I whispered, calling her name over and over between breaths.
Hanamori grabbed the front of my yukata tightly. Her voice gradually grew more desperate.
I trailed my lips from her ear down to her neck, while slipping my right hand quietly to her chest.
Through the yukata, I slowly cupped her breast and kneaded it. So soft. The moment I felt her nipple against my palm, a shiver ran down my spine.
“Not wearing underwear, that’s sexy.”
“Don’t say things like that…”
When I whispered in her ear, Hanamori looked away shyly.
I slipped my hand through the opening of her yukata and searched for her nipple with my fingertips. When I found it, I flicked it gently. Slowly pinching from the base to the tip—
“Uu… nn.”
Her breathing grew ragged. I kneaded her directly again and again. It was smooth and soft, squishing gently under my fingers.
As I kissed her deeply and slid my lips along her neck and collarbone, Hanamori’s body flinched each time.
I slowly untied the obi cord and opened her yukata.
Her breasts were exposed. I flicked the pink tips with the tip of my tongue again and again, and a wet voice, “Ah… haa…”, spread through the room.
I took her right breast in my mouth, sucking at the nipple, while continuing to knead her left breast with my palm.
On her neck, the reddish-purple hickeys I’d left in the private bath earlier were scattered in patches.
When I traced them with my fingertip, Hanamori gave a small shiver.
I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked hard on the soft skin.
Wet sounds, suck, slurp, echoed in the room.
“Nn… honestly, hickeys… how many are you going to leave…”
“Because Chisa keeps saying such mean things.”
Hanamori furrowed her brows slightly. Through the gap in her undone yukata, she exposed her pale, feverish body and breathed shallowly.
That seductive expression sent shivers through my whole body.
Eventually I slid down and reached her lower abdomen.
I slid off Hanamori’s black lace underwear.
When I spread her thighs, her soft core was revealed.
I blew a gentle breath onto it.
“Nn…!!” With a loud cry, it twitched, and she writhed.
When I poked it gently with the tip of my tongue, she rocked her hips and another breathy sound escaped. Along with the slick fluid, I licked up from bottom to top.
Each time, Hanamori cried out.
In a voice more erotic and high-pitched than I’d ever heard from her.
Every time I heard it, a pleasure that numbed my entire body washed over me.
I continued to lick and suck there slowly.
Each time the sounds of slurping and sucking echoed, Hanamori would cry out “Aah… haa… nn, I can’t…” and twist her body.
“Does it feel good?”
I asked without pulling my mouth away. Maybe the vibration reached her directly, because—
“…Stop talking down there… you pervert…”
She spoke breathlessly in a small voice.
Then I licked her core slowly from top to bottom again, or quickened the flicking of my tongue.
Then I slipped two fingers inside and stirred her depths. A sweet, wet sound came from that slick, melting place.
Each time, Hanamori let out a breathy, high-pitched, sweet voice and ran both hands through my hair, tousling it.
“Damn… I love that voice so much.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Hanamori shot me a look, then turned her face away shyly and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth.
Even that gesture of hiding her mouth was cute.
*
—After that, Hanamori came many times.
Afterward, once we’d calmed down a little.
“Nagi, don’t you ever want to be the one on the receiving end?”
Hanamori’s sweet, mischievous voice came from right beside me.
It would be a lie to say I didn’t want it at all. But it felt embarrassing, and just seeing Hanamori’s cute face was enough for me.
“I’m fine without—”
Before I could finish, Hanamori shuffled down with a “heave-ho” to my lower abdomen.
—I had a bad feeling.
She looked up at me from below, propping her cheek on one hand.
Poke.
Hanamori poked me there with her fingertip over my underwear.
“Hyan!”
A weirdly high-pitched voice came out. How embarrassing.
Hanamori narrowed her eyes and grinned, then poked me again. Poke, poke.
Then, teasingly, she slowly, slowly traced the line over my underwear.
Each time, shivers ran through my whole body and weird sounds escaped me. Whether from embarrassment or arousal, my face and body were growing hot.
“H-hey…”
I glared at Hanamori, and she made another sly face, giggling “fufu.”
Then she slid my underwear aside—
Lick.
“Choa!”
Another weird sound escaped me.
“Fufu. Like this?”
Hanamori tilted her head, looked up at me with her tongue out, and licked again. With an innocent yet sensual expression.
“Hiaaah!”
My voice cracked. Pathetic.
Every time Hanamori licked, lick, lick, strange sounds like “Heaa” and “Nfu” slipped out.
It was too embarrassing. But I couldn’t hold them back.
“Hia— hey, why all of a sudden…! Fnu— there!?”
“Because my nails are long.”
Saying that, Hanamori licked again, lick, lick. Each time, a pathetic sound leaked out of me.
“Pfft… fufufufu.”
Hanamori looked down, covering her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter.
“…What?” I glared at her with a scowl, and Hanamori continued.
“…No, you’re just too cute.”
Hanamori laughed, her face flushed and looking thoroughly amused.
That was a completely mocking face. How frustrating.
“I think I could get addicted to this. Teasing Nagi.”
Hanamori wore a rapturous expression as she said it.
That, too, was unbearably thrilling.
I felt as if some new door had opened inside me.
*
After that, Hanamori’s slightly mean but sweet assault continued—
And in the end, she didn’t stop until I came, over and over.