When Naga came out, he felt slightly dizzy. He didn't know if it was because he had soaked in the hot spring for too long, or because he had drunk too much alcohol, or because Miku beside him gave him too much happiness.
Despite being repeatedly aroused by Miku's alluring naked body until they got up and left without ever achieving a satisfying ejaculation, he still felt content. He wasn't in a hurry to get everything he wanted in these three days; with a girl like Miku who was only bold in words, gradual patience was essential.
Without much resistance, Miku experienced the hardness and swelling of Naga's penis with her hands for the first time in the water. Her curiosity remained as strong as ever, and after overcoming her initial shame, she began to carefully experience the strange sensations brought about by the completely different organs of men and women.
When she came out of the water to rest by the pool, she couldn't help but sit next to Naga, playing with his softened penis with her slender fingers, watching it swell up little by little, and staring at the huge changes that the penis underwent as it became engorged with blood, revealing a cute expression of surprise.
The combination of alcohol and hot springs seems to really make people more unrestrained.
After putting on the yukata, Miku's burning body seemed to cool down a bit. Slightly more awake, she remained blushing to her ears, keeping her head down and avoiding Naga's gaze. She only hooked her right pinky around his sleeve, taking small steps behind him, whispering, "Ugh, I did something so embarrassing... Waaah..."
"How can it be shameful to show your full beauty in front of someone you like?" Naga said gently, leading her back to the room.
There was still some time before dinner. Because the temptations in the hot spring were too great, Naga's mind was still flashing with images of Miku's glistening naked body. In order to prevent his animalistic instincts from taking over too much, he suggested that they go out for a walk in the nearby streets and maybe find a suitable restaurant to have dinner there.
"Hmm...we won't go too far, will we?" Miku took out a large bag of clothes, walked behind the partition, and asked.
"No, it's just a walk. The breeze that smells of lake water will be refreshing." Naga glanced furtively at the vague outline peeking through the latticework, shrugged, and pulled his pants up.
"Ah, I need to dry my hair first," Miku said hesitantly. "Naga, I might have to trouble you to wait a little while. I'd like to put on some makeup. Or... why don't you go play at the arcade across the street for a bit? I'll call you when I'm done at the door."
After acquiring the Dream Eater's abilities, Naga gradually lost her passion for many things she used to enjoy. However, to pass the time, staring at the TV screen here was not as good as playing a couple of games. "Oh, I'll go first then."
Choosing a camera closest to the door, and placing the token box nearby, Naga quickly immersed himself in the noisy environment, controlling the character on the screen in a fierce battle. It wasn't his favorite fighting game, but speeding up the passage of time was still a piece of cake.
Just as he was about to insert a coin and prepare to deal with the annoying boss, his phone in his pocket started buzzing.
Naga poured the remaining tokens from the box into his hand and put them in his pocket. He walked to the door and pushed it open. There he saw Miku's beautiful face, lightly made up, standing smiling on the street.
The contrast between her simple and casual attire upon arrival and her current attire is striking. Miku, carrying a white handbag, is still barefoot in blue ribboned wooden clogs, but she is now wearing an exquisite and elegant kimono.
Her jet-black hair was neatly pulled back, adorned with an antique yet elegant hairpin. A pair of purple bead earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes, making her beautiful neck appear even whiter and more delicate.
"What's wrong? You look like you don't recognize me..." Miku looked at his stunned expression with amusement and teased him, "Doesn't it look good? Then I'll go back and change it. Waaah, I (boku) put in so much effort..."
"It's beautiful, uh...it's extremely beautiful." Naga didn't react for a moment, then laughed. "Hey, don't deliberately imitate the tone of characters in anime, it's so awkward."
"Hehe, you've always said that your favorite thing used to be watching anime. I've only watched two or three episodes of Kanon, and I can't imitate anything else. So, how's my imitation of Ayu? Is it good enough?"
Naga smiled and chatted with her, then walked hand in hand toward the distance of the street, enjoying the envious glances of the men around them while feeling the warmth of her hand.
It was only then that he realized that Miku had silently learned a lot, which was why she could listen to him recount his past life so smoothly and naturally at such a time, occasionally adding a comment that didn't seem out of place.
Was it caused by the stimulation she received from love earlier? Naga smiled bitterly to herself, forcing herself to stop thinking about that long-lost slender figure.
Even the most dreamy person must eventually turn their gaze to reality. And right now, his reality is right beside him.
His Miku.