Yuzuru gently pressed the sponge against Arisa’s smooth, translucent white skin.
Carefully—
As if handling something fragile—
He began to wash her.
“How is it?”
“A little stronger is fine.”
“Like this?”
“Yes… that’s perfect.”
He carefully washed her small back—
Though it didn’t look dirty at all.
Since there wasn’t much surface area, he finished quickly.
“Alright, next… could you raise your arms?”
“Like this?”
As Arisa lifted her arms, Yuzuru placed the sponge against her underarm.
Her body trembled slightly.
“H-hey… i-it tickles…”
“Bear with it.”
She squirmed slightly from the sensation.
It might have been ticklish for her—
But Yuzuru was also struggling to keep his composure, leaving him no room to spare mentally.
“Done. Next…”
“The front… please.”
She said it quietly.
Yuzuru nodded and, trying to stay calm, reached his arms around to her front.
He placed the sponge just below her collarbone.
He washed around her neck—
Then followed the curve beneath.
“Mm…”
As he brushed over the peak, a faint sound escaped her lips.
Pretending not to notice, Yuzuru asked—
“Is this alright?”
“Yes… please wash between… and underneath too. That area gets dirty easily.”
Following her instructions, he slid the sponge between them—
Then gently lifted and washed underneath.
“Yuzuru-san…”
“What is it?”
“…You’re being very thorough.”
Realising what she meant, Yuzuru quickly pulled his hand away.
“Ah—sorry!”
“Fufu… I’m joking.”
Amused by his reaction, Arisa let out a small laugh.
“You really like them, don’t you?”
“No, that’s not what I—”
He’d only been careful because she said it gets dirty easily.
Not because he wanted to touch.
But it clearly sounded like an excuse.
“…It’s alright. I’m not angry.”
Deciding not to dig himself deeper, Yuzuru stayed silent.
He moved the sponge from her chest down to her abdomen—
Tracing her slim waist and the small dip of her navel.
Then—
He ran the sponge along her thighs.
“Eh…?”
Caught off guard, Arisa let out a small, confused sound.
Yuzuru kept a straight face.
“What’s wrong, Arisa?”
“…Nothing.”
He washed the outer and upper areas first.
Then—
Deciding to enact a bit of “payback”—
He spoke.
“Spread your legs.”
“Eh? Th-the rest, I can do myself…”
“Go on.”
“Um…”
“How else am I supposed to wash you?”
He whispered near her ear.
In the mirror, her expression showed hesitation—
But eventually, she lowered her gaze.
“…Okay…”
Covering herself with one hand, she hesitantly parted her legs slightly.
Yuzuru gently washed along her inner thighs.
“Y-Yuzuru-san… th-that’s enough…”
She shifted nervously.
Her expression didn’t look unwilling—
If anything, it seemed like she might let him continue if he insisted.
But—
His self-control was already at its limit.
“Alright… the rest is yours.”
“…Okay.”
Looking slightly disappointed, Arisa took the sponge.
She carefully washed the remaining areas herself.
“I’m done.”
After rinsing off the soap, she stood up.
“Shall we get in?”
“Yes.”
They stepped into the bath, facing each other.
Arisa shyly covered herself with both hands.
At first, Yuzuru also kept his legs closed—
But then decided:
Hiding isn’t very manly.
So he sat openly.
Arisa’s eyes widened.
She quickly looked away.
“How’s the temperature? It feels just right to me.”
“Y-yes… it’s just right…”
Though she averted her gaze, she kept glancing back.
Embarrassed—
But curious.
“Feeling uneasy?”
“…A little.”
“Want to watch something?”
Yuzuru gestured to the screen behind her.
It was unusual—
But their bath had a built-in TV.
Arisa looked relieved and turned around.
“I was curious about this… how do you use it?”
“There’s a remote.”
“Ah!”
As Yuzuru stood up, Arisa immediately covered her face.
Then peeked through her fingers, glaring at him.
“D-don’t stand up so suddenly! You startled me!”
“You’d think you’d be used to it by now.”
Smiling wryly, he grabbed the waterproof remote.
“It has regular channels—and internet too. You can watch videos. Anything you want to see?”
“…Can we watch cat videos?”
“Of course.”
He navigated to a video site and searched.
Soon—
Cute kittens filled the screen.
“Wow…!”
Arisa’s eyes lit up.
She watched intently—
Though it looked less like fascination and more like distraction.
“Arisa.”
“Hyah!”
Yuzuru hugged her from behind.
She stiffened.
“Let’s sit a bit further back.”
“Y-yes… that sounds good.”
Still holding her, he shifted back slightly.
“U-um, Yuzuru-san…”
“What is it?”
“The bath is quite big… we could just sit side by side, couldn’t we?”
She suggested they didn’t need to be so close.
Yuzuru countered—
“You don’t like being held?”
“I-it’s not that I don’t…”
“Then it’s fine. Come here…”
“Ah!”
He lifted her slightly—
And sat her on his lap.
“Y-Yuzuru-san… something is… touching…”
“I don’t mind.”
“I-it’s not about that, I…”
“Just watch the TV.”
“Honestly…”
Giving up, Arisa turned back to the screen.
Taking advantage of her compliance, Yuzuru began to indulge—
Stroking her hair, brushing against her chest, whispering softly into her ear.
Each time, her body trembled.
Her breathing gradually grew warmer.
“…Yuzuru-san…”
“Arisa…”
With flushed cheeks, she looked up at him.
He closed the distance and kissed her.
A deep, lingering kiss.
“Yuzuru-san… I…”
“Shall we… continue after we get out?”
She nodded softly.
After the bath, they changed and laid out two futons in Yuzuru’s room.
“…It’s a bit early to sleep.”
Arisa glanced at the clock.
It was only 9:30 PM.
“Long nights are better, aren’t they?”
“Fufu… yes.”
She smiled.
“Um… Yuzuru-san. It might be late to ask this, but…”
“What is it?”
“…Do you have it? I didn’t bring any…”
Blushing, yet slightly anxious, she asked.
Yuzuru blinked—
Then understood.
“Ah… don’t worry. I do.”
He showed it to her.
Her face turned even redder.
“I-I see… that’s good…”
Before she could finish, Yuzuru captured her lips.
Holding her tightly, he pushed her gently onto the futon.
“Arisa… just to be sure, you’re okay with this?”
She turned her face away.
“…Asking now is a bit tactless.”
“…You’re right. Sorry.”
He kissed her again.
“Mm… Yuzuru-san… please…”
“What is it?”
She whispered, face flushed.
“…Be gentle.”
“Of course.”
And so—
They spent a night as sweet as honey.
The next morning—
“Yuzuru-san… please wake up.”
“Mm… Arisa?”
He opened his eyes to see her leaning over him, loosely wrapped in a robe.
“Good morning.”
“Yeah… morning.”
He pulled her close—
And kissed her.
Caught off guard, her eyes widened.
“Y-Yuzuru-san!? I-it’s already morning!”
“…But, there’s still some left over.”
“Th-that’s…”
“Don’t want to?”
“…I don’t… mind.”
“Then it’s settled.”
And so—
They ended up late for their morning prep school class.
