My memories of visiting Hakone as a teenager aren't very clear. Naga was already feeling the pressure from his outstanding younger brother, and even soaking in the hot springs didn't cheer him up. The only thing I remember clearly is the strong, murky smell of sulfur emanating from the hot springs.
This time, the hotel chosen wasn't very close to the volcanic lake, so it shouldn't evoke any unpleasant memories for him.
No matter how he coaxed her, Miku, who had already agreed to bathe together, refused to change her clothes in front of him. He had no choice but to change into the checkered yukata provided by the inn himself and head to the bathhouse first.
As these rooms are exclusive to the superior double rooms, the entrance to each small hot spring can only be opened with the key card for that room. Presumably, this didn't anticipate couples entering separately; once inside, the door automatically locks. And there's only one key card available.
Naga had no choice but to stand in the corridor, holding a wooden basin, waiting for Miku to appear.
"Ah, why didn't you go in?" Miku looked at Naga with some surprise, quickening her pace. Her fair, bare feet on the wooden clogs added an extra touch of traditional Japanese femininity.
Naga pointed to the door lock, "I'm afraid I won't hear you knocking for a while, so I'll just wait for you."
"Huh? It's... like this design." Miku's cheeks flushed slightly again. After all, once the door was open, it would be a private space just for the two of them.
As a virgin, aside from the erotic dream she had when she was devoured by Naga, she should have never had any experience of being naked in front of a man.
Afraid that she would be too embarrassed to turn around and run back to her room, Naga opened the door and let her go in first.
A small courtyard is enclosed by a wall made of bamboo strips, with ornamental plants planted in the four corners. In the center is a small hot spring that can only accommodate four or five people at most, with rough stones forming the edge of the pool, giving it a rustic feel. Next to the shower room door outside the courtyard entrance, there is a sake rack and a refrigerator, and several delicate Japanese sweets are prepared on a wooden tray.
It's a design that's very appealing to foreign tourists, but it's not so important for couples who are focused on mixed-gender bathing.
Naga walked straight to the clothes rack in the shower room. Having already made preparations beforehand, she simply took off her yukata and hung it up. After rinsing herself, she walked to the edge of the pool and slowly soaked in it.
The water has a relatively low sulfur content, and the temperature is just right, preventing you from getting completely red from soaking. Most importantly, the spring water isn't too murky. Although its therapeutic effects might be somewhat diminished, the parts below the surface are clearly visible, showing that the owner clearly understands what's the selling point for couples.
It seemed the spring water was different from what she had imagined. Miku squatted awkwardly by the pool, not daring to look at Naga's naked body soaking in it, and said embarrassedly, "Why...why is it different from the springs I've soaked in before?"
Naga smiled inwardly, her eyes already taking in the fair and delicate skin peeking out from Miku's yukata collar. "The hot springs in different places are different, so let's go take a shower and soak together."
"Ugh... I should have prepared my swimsuit in advance." Miku, who thought the water around the volcanic lake would be all murky spring water, reluctantly walked into the shower room with a look of being tricked, and reached out from behind the frosted glass wall to hang her yukata on the hanger.
Naga smiled contentedly, gazing at the blurry silhouette of the naked body projected behind the frosted glass. Whether or not he could actually eat her, at least he'd see her completely today. The heat of the hot spring accelerated his blood flow, and the pink fantasy quickly aroused him.
I had to respect Miku's wishes. I had emphasized this to myself repeatedly before coming here, to the point of hypnosis. To ensure my composure, Naga had also arranged to meet Matsushima Kae the night before to thoroughly release all my excess energy.
Nevertheless, the body in the water became restless once the shower stopped.
He couldn't help but tap the head of the penis in the water, chuckling and cursing under his breath, "You insatiable bastard."
After drying herself off, Miku reached in and took the yukata inside. Naga couldn't help but laugh and say, "Miku, are you going to come down to the hot spring wearing a yukata?"
"No, I'm too embarrassed." Miku tied her yukata's sash while walking to the sake rack, took a bottle of sake, placed the dark blue bottle and shallow porcelain bowl together on a wooden tray, and carried it to the edge of the pool. "Hey, you can enjoy this first. I... I need to think about it."
"What's wrong? Are you afraid I won't keep my promise?" Naga poured sake into a small porcelain bowl, took a sip, and comfortably leaned against the heated stone by the pool, placing a white towel on her head and opening her arms. "Miku, don't you trust me?"
Miku frowned, deep in thought, her gaze fixed on Naga's bare arms. After a while, she resignedly lowered her head, covered her burning cheeks with her hands, got up and walked to the clothes rack in the shower, muttering softly, "Ugh... I'm really going to be seen naked."
This time, she didn't hide in the shower room. She took a towel from the wooden tub, then loosened her belt, turned her back to Naga, and slowly took off her yukata, hanging it on the rack.
In that illusory erotic dream, Miku was still wearing a wedding dress until the very end, meaning that, whether in a dream or in reality, this was the first time Naga had seen Miku's alluring naked body.
Her long, slender neck descended, her shapely back curving into a slender indentation at her waist, which then expanded into a rounded arc by her firm, upturned buttocks, tracing the straight, smooth legs and finally outlining her soft, white feet. Beneath her jet-black hair, her pale silhouette resembled a Venus with an oriental charm, radiating an alluring allure.
Using a towel to barely cover her breasts, and with her hands covering her crotch, Miku turned around and slowly made her way to the hot spring.
The vague memories of Miku's body in his dreams finally became clear. Naga stared blankly at Miku's body, momentarily lost in thought.
Of all the women he had tasted, perhaps only Asami could compare to Miku's naked, delicate body.
Like a craftsman who has condensed the wisdom of thousands of years, painstakingly refining all skills to carve the essence of beauty from warm jade. The charm that is usually hidden by clothes and stockings is now fully released.
Every inch of her delicate, smooth, and flawless skin strongly attracted Naga's male desires. Her perfectly sized breasts with their full, curved shape made Naga almost unable to resist rushing over to cup them and kiss the upturned, tender pink tips fiercely.
Miku felt a little uneasy under his gaze. Clutching a towel, she cautiously entered the pool, blushing as she said, "Can you please stop staring at me like that? It's...it's embarrassing..."
Uh… no, I have to keep my promise. I can't let Miku be sad. Naga tried hard to look away from the intensely attractive area below her neck. Just looking at that familiar face could somewhat alleviate his surging desire.
Miku, with her makeup completely removed, looked somewhat different from how she usually appeared. She exuded a more delicate and innocent charm, while losing some of her assertiveness and liveliness. Compared to her energetic "girlfriend," she now looked more like a "newlywed" on her wedding night, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Um, do we really have to stay this far apart?" Naga poured Miku a glass of wine and said with a smile.
Miku hesitated for a moment, her body still tense and huddled together beneath the water. She looked at Naga pitifully and said, "You promised to save it for after we get married."
Naga nodded vigorously. "I promised."
"Naga, I hate it when people don't keep their promises. I've hated it since I was little." She looked at Naga and said very seriously, her chin almost touching the water.
"Making you hate me would be the most unbearable thing in my life. Darling, believe me." Even if he couldn't go all the way, he still longed for closer contact. In this hot spring filled with ambiguous steam, he felt he had already restrained himself enough.
With a splash, ripples appeared on the water's surface, creating pine needle-like patterns. Holding a towel in front of her chest, Miku leaned against Naga, pressing her rosy cheek against his shoulder, and complained softly, "It's all your fault, making me do something so embarrassing."
The smooth, delicate touch between their bodies brought Naga to a near-pleasant groan. He put his arm around Miku's shoulder, kissed her, and brought the porcelain bowl to her lips. "I remember my Shimokawa-senpai was always very bold, wasn't he?"
"You idiot, even a bold person can be shy." Miku held the porcelain bowl and took a few small sips. "Since I grew up, you're the only one who's ever seen me like this. My face is burning up."
"Didn't you say before that you were only showing it to me?" Naga kissed her again and said with a light laugh.
"You've seen everything, haven't you?" Miku downed the sake in her porcelain bowl in one gulp, let out a breath, and leaned completely into Naga's embrace. "I feel like I'm turning into a shameless woman too."
Hmm... In this modern metropolis, are there still young women with such strange and old-fashioned ideas as Miku? Naga wondered curiously, while coaxing her, "Silly girl, isn't this kind of intimate relationship between lovers normal?"
"But, but... we're not married yet."
Marriage seemed to be a strange knot in Miku's heart. Naga's heart was beating a little fast, and his head was also feeling hot. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, and their eyes met at a distance that couldn't be closer. Perhaps it was a momentary impulse, but Naga was sure that he was very clear-headed. "Miku, I will definitely marry you. If you don't mind a man like me, I hope that one day you can wear a wedding dress and become my wife."
At this moment, Naga's mind was filled with no one but Miku.
"It's a bit too fast. Even if you include the time we inexplicably got involved with, we've only been dating for less than two months." Miku seemed to realize that their relationship had progressed too quickly, and muttered, "Let's talk about it later. I'll think about it slowly. Anyway, you have to satisfy me before I'll marry you."
Seeing through her conservative and old-fashioned side, Naihe smiled and hugged her tightly, letting the muscles of his chest feel the softness and elasticity of her breasts. He bit her earlobe and flicked her ear piercing with the tip of his tongue. "I've seen everything about you, so you have to make me take responsibility."
Miku let out a soft moan as she felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen. Her face flushed red, she rolled to the side and hugged Naga's body from the side, saying in a flustered voice, "Hey, you, you've become, become like that down there."
"It's normal, my little Miku. Holding a beauty like you and looking at such a beautiful naked body, you'd be surprised if I didn't get a reaction down there." His erection was about to explode, and Naga even started to consider whether to watch Miku masturbate by the hot spring to relieve this damn lust.
"Hehe, what you said makes sense." Miku smiled happily at the compliment, then said strangely, "But in those porn movies, the men all need women to suck their mouths to get hard, right?"
Hmm... This is a difficult question to answer. Naga thought for a moment and said, "They are working. They face the naked bodies of actresses all day long and get hard over and over again. It's normal for them to feel tired and numb. Men's energy is limited."
"But my lustful desires are limitless," Miku concluded with a smile, popping a pastry into her mouth.
"Yes." Naga admitted with a smile, took a sip of sake, turned his head and kissed Miku, pouring half of it into her mouth.
"Hehe, you lecher." She had drunk three or four bowls of sake. Even though these small porcelain bowls were not much bigger than sake cups, they were enough to make Miku, who had a low alcohol tolerance and always had to take hangover medicine in advance and bring someone with her to help her when attending social events, get her slightly tipsy.
Even in this situation, she still didn't forget to hold one arm across her chest to block Naga's sneaky, intruding hand.
Thinking that bringing up this topic at this time wouldn't upset Miku, Naga cautiously whispered in her ear, "Miku, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"What?" Miku looked up, her flushed cheeks revealing her obvious drunkenness. She bit Naga's chest and added, "H things are not allowed."
"No." Naga appropriately distanced himself, trying to make his expression look serious. "After this trip, I want to… uh, um… I want to…" He was a little nervous, and the sound of his heart beating was very clear. It seemed that after talking, he should go upstairs to rest. "I want you to come to my house and meet my parents."
Slightly tipsy, Miku paused for a moment, "What...did you say?"
"I said I want you to meet my parents. They will definitely like you very much." Now that we're already here, we can't just stop here, right? Naga stared into Miku's eyes and repeated herself earnestly.
Naga shook his feverish head and grasped Miku's hand from underwater. The pent-up emotions in his heart, fueled by alcohol, finally burst forth. "Miku, I... I don't know where to begin. I... I have a younger brother. He's three years younger than me. From a young age, he was better than me at everything, in every aspect. He was smart, strong, sensible, and obedient... From the moment he was born, he... he took away all of my parents' love."
"Miku, I'm so glad you're going to date me." He scooped up some hot water and splashed it on his face, trying to keep his voice from getting too excited. "In my heart, you're the only one I'm confident I won't lose to my younger brother. I want my parents to meet you, and I… I want you to meet them too."
There are some things Naga couldn't say before, and only when facing her closest people, in such an open and unreserved state, could she speak with the help of alcohol.
The love he envied but could never have from his parents was a hidden pain in his heart that he was unwilling to confront.
"You...don't want to?" Naga looked at Miku's troubled expression and felt the heat on her head gradually cooling down.
Miku pursed her lips, pushed the tray on the water's surface aside, and opened herself up, throwing herself into his arms. This time, there was no longer any obstruction between her soft chest and him.
"Your brother?" she asked in a low voice, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"Yes, my dear brother." He held Miku's body, a strange emotion flowing through his heart, temporarily suppressing his surging lust.
Miku squirmed in his arms and sighed softly, "I only worry about one thing."
"What?"
What if my uncle and aunt don't like me?
"No, they will definitely like you very much. Very, very much..."
The sentence ended with a long, passionate kiss, and the tray containing sweets and sake was gently pushed to the other side of the pool by the ripples, swaying slightly.