Chapter 261 – At the Hot Spring (1)
Spa. A place where damp moss can rarely be seen on the stone border, and Japanese monkeys walk around with towels on their heads outside. The hot spring I thought of was such a wild space, but the hot spring Ichie took was a little different from what I thought.
With the neat wooden floor as the boundary, the mirror-smooth water was submerged. When I lightly dip my hand into the calm surface of the water, as if an acrylic sheet had been laid, the hot heat rides the tips of my fingers, rises up, and makes my whole body numb. The cold wind flowing through the veranda window was cooling the warm body again.
Ichie fidgeted with the TV in the guest room at the onsen inn, then sat down on a cushion and looked at me with his head bowed. I felt her gaze and smiled awkwardly, and Ichie asked with a grin.
“Supremacy. Do you like hot springs?”
These days, it seemed that it was fashionable to create a hot spring in this way. I said.
“The hot springs are coming out privately these days.”
“I like this hot spring. If you go to another place, other people will just steal your water phenomenon naked.”
Thinking so made me frown too. After all, open-air hot springs meant that other people were staring at us too. There was no need for others to know which parts of her body Ichie was most proud of. How can I let others know what my muscles look like and where Ichie got a tattoo?
The unique smell of the hot spring stung my nose. I closed the door, went back into the room, and hugged Ichie. Our luggage was neatly placed in the corner of the tatami mat, and the closet contained light clothes that we were told to wear. Ichie said.
“Later, Bob decided to come over here.”
“Is it so?”
I put her head on her head and took her breath. Ichie always smelled good. Ichie shook his head at my prank and escaped from my arms. It wasn’t a dislike. She took a step away from me and threw off her top. A thick jumper was fluttering on the floor.
Ichie fluffed off a light T-shirt, highlighting her breasts. Her breasts, firm and firm enough to hold tightly in her hand, swayed in the contours of her T-shirt. Ichie looked at me in that state and asked.
“Supremacy. Do you want to go out Would you like to take a look around?”
As she said that, she lifted the hem of her T-shirt slightly and unbuckled her trousers. The line of her panty lined with the hem of her pants was slightly exposed, and her figure 11 abs were clearly visible above it. Smooth belly. I ran my fingers across her stomach and sat down.
Ichie was clearly speaking with his eyes and body.
Are you going to leave anyway?
There was only one answer for my weak body to answer.
“I have to stay here all day today.”
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The meal that came to the room wasn’t fancy, but it was clean and delicious. I put a little soy sauce on the main sashimi and held out my chopsticks to Ichie, and Ichie took my chopsticks and snapped them.
“Yum.”
And made a cute noise. Then, as she pulled the chopsticks between her teeth, she stared at me. I asked.
“It is delicious?”
“It tastes even better because Suhyeonsang feeds it.”
Strange questions and answers came and went. I didn’t get tired of feeling like this all day from lunch today. I thought I could do it if I asked him to spend the whole day exchanging these meaningless conversations.
After finishing the meal, Ichie laid her head on my thigh and rolled over. I tucked her hair over to reveal her face and whispered into her ear.
“Ichie, they say that if you just lie down after eating, you become a cow.”
“Then, Suhyun raises them.”
I laughed at Ichie’s shameless answer. She burrowed deeper into my legs, like a really begging pet, and hugged me tight by the side. Then she poked me in the back and put her arms around me tightly.
It was uncomfortable to keep my back straight, so I leaned over. Then, as if at this time, she pressed me with force, and I couldn’t overcome that force, so I collapsed and lay down. Ichie climbed on top of me and pressed her head to my chest.
She was wriggling her body over me. I heard the sound of unbuckled pants being taken off. I could feel the hem of my pants sliding down over my body and falling to the floor. I lowered my hand down and held her hips carefully.
Caught in soft cotton panties. I could feel her smooth, supple skin through the cloth.
I rubbed her ass and met her gaze. Ichie stepped onto the bare floor and dragged himself over me.
Her soft skin brushes over the hem of my dress. The chest bone was visible through the shirt. Ichie reached into his shirt and unhooked the hook of his bra with a clicking sound. Then, in front of my eyes, he waved his underwear around.
Black bra. Underwear with a strange pattern landed on my face like an eye patch.
“Supreme phenomenon.”
Ichie stood up and pressed my chest with the palm of his hand. My pants had swelled up from her stimulation, giving them a puffy shape. She grinned, rubbing her own crack into my erect part of hers. Amidst the laughter, there were strange moaning and rough breathing. I tried to take off her pants to respond to her seduction.
As I was about to unfasten my belt and pull down my pants, she grabbed my hand.
When I look at her with her eyes asking why, she looks at her onsen and says:
“Wash first. We.”
There is always an echo in the bath. The foot of the mountain seen through the window and the shining moon. The basin slammed against the bath tiles and rattled loudly. Soap bubbles were running down the bathroom floor. The hot spring boundary made of wood over the stone tile was narrowly separating the soap bubbles and the hot spring.
At the entrance to the bath, underwear and clothes were lined up and thrown away. The promiscuous hems of clothes rolling on the floor were messily tangled with each other as if hinting at our future. It was an obscene sign of taking off each other’s clothes.
Ichie’s body was enveloped in soft foam. I was diligently scrubbing her body with a shower towel from behind her back. Ichie’s lips twitched. It was a sign of her licking each other’s lips and sticking their tongues out before entering.
She was already staring at her empty space with a hazy gaze, exhaling deeply and letting her body into my hands. I asked Ichie.
“It makes sense. Doesn’t it hurt too much?”
“Great.”
She leaned her back against me as she said that it was okay to make sense. The flesh clung to each other with the water and slipped on the flowing soap bubbles. She defenselessly stretched her legs and lifted her head slightly, wanting to kiss me. I kissed her and rubbed her breasts, just bowing my head slightly.
Firmly raised nipples. When I bent her fingers like pincers and lightly pinched at the sensation that stood out through the fluffy foam, she leaned over to me, tapping the floor with her feet and moaning.
“Huh… !”
Then she looked at me and puffed out her cheeks, and I ignored her mischievous reaction and lowered her hand little by little. When I pass her smooth ridge and reach the boat, her face, which had narrowed her eyebrows as if she had been slightly irritated, gradually loosened up and looked at me with an expression full of anticipation before I knew it.
And when my finger lightly touched the lower belly button, he would close his lips and droop one hand down as if to stop bothering him more.
I lowered her hand little by little as she kissed her as she pouted her lips towards mine. As I stroked the slightly raised curve of her lower belly, my hand touched her crack before I knew it.
Even before I touched her neatly maintained crack, it was already obscenely wet.
“Eww… !”
She trembled as soon as my fingers touched her body, and she gripped my knees like the handles of her chair. Water flowed from the shower head. Streams of water gushed from above her breasts like torrents in a valley. The stream of water, swirling in a curve, descended in a straight line along the smooth belly, and pooled between the folds of her valley. My hand was spinning around in the stream of water.
There was a clear slap, like waves crashing. Is this sound really from the water in the shower? Her lewdness and vulgarity were covered by this little valley. When I put her hand deep inside her leg, she couldn’t stand it and eventually spread her legs and begged me.
“Oops… ! Ah… !”
A stream of water passed between her thighs and trickled down. She didn’t want a stream of water from the shower. She didn’t want to get wet with tap water. My fingers, my body, wanted to wet themselves.
“Hey, please don’t tease me.”
The bath was right in front of me. Steam and moisture were warming our bodies. Ichie lifted her ass slightly and rubbed her soft part against my erect pillar. The lather still left between my lap and her back pulled us into an ecstatic stimulation.
I grabbed Ichie’s butt. Standing up, she naturally grabbed hold of the wooden barrier of the bathtub. Ichie and I looked at the moon outside the window at the same time. Her reasoning said, opening her wet cracks with her fingers.
“Supreme phenomenon.”
What I needed next wasn’t my answer. All it took was a gesture.
A vulgar and most obscene gesture.
