From the moment I entered my room at the inn, I was no good.Kiku is having fun on the tatami mat, shaking the sleeves of her yukata, and casually approaches him.Fingertips touching your shoulder.Arms around my back.``Thank you,'' he whispers, looking up at me, so close.Even before our lips touched, it felt like we were already kissing, and once it started, it was hard for me to let go.On the futon, they hug each other, kissing each other over and over again, burying their faces in his chest, checking each other out with their fingertips, and forgetting that the camera is even rolling.In the open air, Nozomi slowly touches her neck, ears, and lips as she leans close to him in the steam.That kind of innocence cuts down on your rationality even more.At night or in the morning, whenever our eyes meet, we kiss.When I woke up, he hugged me and laughed and said, ``Let's still be together.''The word immoral is not enough.Nozomi is simply too cute, and I lose all reason to resist--just a cute, tongue-in-cheek hot spring trip.
