The Bathhouse Encounter
"Nice to meet you, Master Painter. My name is Yuna, and I will be attending to you today." As her voluptuous, amphora-like curves caught my eye, I couldn't help but swallow hard, my face flushing a deep crimson. "Ah, yes... I'll be in your care." "I heard you are a distinguished guest from Joseon. I shall serve you with the utmost sincerity." Yuna offered a seductive smile and guided me to the wooden platform. "Now, please lie down comfortably." I did as she instructed, prostrating myself on the platform. A moment later, warm water flowed down my spine, feeling incredibly soothing. Then, Yuna’s soft hands touched my back. In her hand was a nukabukuro—a rice bran pouch used by Edo-period people for washing before soap became common. The sensation of her smoothing my back without any roughness was strangely addictive.
"My, Master Painter, your skin is truly fair." "Is that so? Haha." When Yuna’s hands moved lower to wash my buttocks, I was honestly so embarrassed I thought my heart might burst. I wanted to curl up, but I hypnotized myself into thinking this was just the local culture, closing my eyes and pretending to be as calm as possible. As I endured the soft sensations tracing every corner of my body, Yuna whispered softly in my ear: "Master Painter, would you mind turning over now?" I swallowed hard, turned over, and looked up at the ceiling. Yuna began to rub my chest, arms, and abdomen with a beaming smile. Just as I was losing my senses to the warm steam and the touch of skin against skin, her hands reached toward my most sensitive area with deliberate care.
Swish, swish.
"Hngh!..." A moan escaped my lips at the raw stimulation. But Yuna was a professional. Her hands, which had been gently massaging my throbbing, sensitive area, naturally slid downward. From my thighs to my knees, past my ankles, and even between my toes, her touch was thorough and perfect. Just as I was becoming delirious, Yuna scooped up a ladle of warm water and poured it gently over me, washing away the white, starchy residue of the rice. I suppressed a sigh of disappointment that the bath had ended so quickly, feeling both refreshed and regretful. I thought that was the end of the bath, but Yuna didn't leave the room. Instead, she silently pressed her body against mine as I sat dazed on the platform, catching my breath. Her body heat radiated through her wet, thin undergarments. Yuna smiled slyly and reached her warm hand toward my still-aroused lower half once more.
Swish, swish.
As she stimulated me with her secret touch, I let out a shallow breath and asked, "...Is it not over yet?" "No. There is still more. You must finish, Master Painter." Finish? A thought flashed through my mind, sending a jolt through my brain. She meant she would provide a manual service until the end. This, too, must have been one of the excessive luxuries Fujiwara had prepared. Inside the closed private room, with my body throbbing and the alluring Yuna before me, it would be impossible for any normal man to suppress his lust. I decided to stop holding back my reason and surrender my body entirely to instinct. As I gazed at Yuna, who was carefully drawing out my ragged breathing, she smiled shyly. At that defenseless, seductive sight, the last thread of my reason snapped. I couldn't hold back; I lifted her chin and claimed her lips without hesitation.
Slurp, smacking, mwah―.
The rough sound of mixing saliva filled the room. Perhaps surprised by my sudden advance, Yuna pulled away slightly and said, "Master Painter... hah, we don't usually kiss here..." "Ah, is that so? I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself... I am truly sorry." "... ..." Yuna looked slightly pouty, as if annoyed that I had stolen a kiss unexpectedly. But soon, as if giving up, she gasped and began to move her hands again. Her touch was much hotter and more explicit than before. 'Should I tease her a little more?' My eyes naturally drifted to her ample breasts, pressed dangerously close to my chest. I carefully reached out and grabbed her breasts, exposed through the thin fabric, and rubbed them. Yuna gasped, "Hut," and looked at me with wide, startled eyes. "Master Painter?..." I ignored her, and went a step further, boldly pulling down the undergarment that covered her breasts. Her luscious, tempting breasts filled my vision, revealed in all their glory. Without hesitation, I gripped their heavy weight with my palms and kneaded them roughly. Surrendering completely to my aggressive, impulsive behavior, Yuna let out a ragged breath and yielded her body to my touch.
"Aah... Master Painter... it's not supposed to be like this..." As I rolled her hardened, pink nipples with my tongue and then took one into my mouth to suck strongly, "Slurp!" "Haa! Ah...♡" As the stimulation peaked, Yuna’s moans broke out pitifully, and her hand, which had been gripping my rod, began to move faster.
Slap, slap, slap. Squish, squish.
"Ah... ah!..." Reaching the climax of my excitement, I couldn't hold back my seed and let it out in a refreshing burst. "Splurt!—" *Splatter, splatter.* "Haa... ah..." Once everything was released, a deep sense of shame washed over me, and I quickly turned my head away.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Painter," Yuna whispered softly, catching her breath. "Yes... thank you as well..." As I answered in a muffled voice, Yuna smiled, as if finding my bashfulness cute. She then neatly wiped away the secret traces scattered on the floor with a ladle of water. Once finished, she left a light kiss on my lips. "Mwah―." Then, without a hint of lingering attachment, she opened the door to the bathroom and vanished. After the door closed, I submerged myself in the warm water of the tub to calm the heat and excitement that had yet to fade. 'Wow... Japanese bath culture is truly beyond anything I imagined. That was incredible...'
After barely calming my excitement and getting dressed, I stepped out of the bathhouse. Fujiwara, who had been waiting at the entrance, greeted me with a welcoming smile upon seeing my refreshed face. "Oh, Master Painter! Have you washed away your travel fatigue? You've come out at just the right time. Please, have a drink of this." What Fujiwara handed me was hiyashimizu, cold sugar water with ice cubes floating in it. Since I was thirsty after the bath, I lifted the bowl and gulped it down in one go. As the cool, tingling sweetness slid down my throat, an exclamation of admiration escaped me. "Wow, this is incredibly sweet and delicious! It feels like it's clearing out my entire system." "Haha, I am glad it pleases you. So, how was the bath inside?" Fujiwara asked with a playful smile. I smiled back, pretending it was nothing. "It was extremely satisfying. It was a bath I will never forget for the rest of my life." "I am honored to hear you say so. Please, whenever you feel fatigue building up, feel free to come and relax. Now, shall we return to your quarters?" "Yes, let's go." We walked back to the inn, breathing in the fresh scent of the grass and trees surrounding the village.
Record Complete: Edo-period Bathhouse (Sento) and Yuna culture data collection finished.
Reward: Successor Rank increased from F-rank to E-rank!
Stat Reward: Vigor +10!
"What? Vigor?" Not strength or agility, but Vigor? But thinking about it, I nodded. It seemed the system had given me a customized reward for the more intimate missions to come. "Well, I suppose it's definitely necessary if I want to show the power of a Joseon man." The important thing was that my rank had finally reached E-rank. A strange sense of pleasure washed over me at the achievement of escaping the very bottom. If I kept raising my rank like this, I would eventually reach the S-rank where Mina was. I lay down on the bed with a light heart. As I closed my eyes, Yuna’s seductive image as she left the bathhouse, leaving a final kiss, flashed through my mind. 'If I go back to that bathhouse next time, I'll be able to meet her again, right? She was quite a charming woman.' Dreaming of such sweet fantasies, I drifted into a pleasant sleep.
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The next morning, I sat before the breakfast table and picked up my spoon. On the table was a charming and neat Japanese home-cooked meal. Honestly, no matter how well-suited I was to living in a foreign land, as a Korean, I would usually miss neat kimchi and a spicy soybean paste stew, but strangely, this meal was so delicious that such thoughts didn't even cross my mind. From the perfect doneness of the grilled fish to the chewy texture of the rice and the deep flavor of the miso soup, there wasn't a single thing to criticize. "Wow... I feel this every time I eat, but her cooking skills are no joke." I marveled at the insane culinary skills of Kana, the servant in charge of the kitchen. Having finished my bowl, I patted my stomach and left the room. I was about to put on my shoes to go for a light morning walk with Fujiwara when I ran into Kana coming out of the kitchen. "Ah, Master Painter! Was the meal to your liking?" Kana greeted me, energetically draping a towel over her shoulder. I smiled brightly. "The meal was delicious, Kana. I'm truly amazed every time I eat." "Really? Oh my, why are you making me blush? Thank you, Master Painter!" Kana laughed heartily and scratched her cheek. With her bold and distinct features, she was a beauty through and through. I thought to myself, with a face that pretty and cooking that good, she would be loved for a lifetime by any man she chose. A childish memory surfaced of eating my mother's cooking as a child and dreaming, 'I must marry a woman as pretty and good at cooking as Mom,' and I smiled faintly. Just then, Kana picked up a large basket and headed for the inn door. "Kana, where are you going?" "Ah, I'm going to the market to look for ingredients for today." My eyes sparkled at her words. I turned my head toward Fujiwara, who was standing nearby, ready to accompany me on my walk. "Fujiwara, I'd like to see the market here, may I join you?" "Oh, if the Master Painter wishes to see the market, I have no reason to refuse. Then, let's go to the market together today..." "No. Fujiwara, you've been working hard lately, so please rest comfortably at the quarters. Kana, it's fine if I go with you, right?" As I asked with a smile, the tips of Kana's ears turned slightly red. Fujiwara, being the perceptive old man he was, bowed with a satisfied smile. "I am grateful for the Master Painter's consideration. Kana, serve the Master Painter well so he has no discomfort on his way." "Yes? Ah... yes! Don't worry!"
And so, Kana and I left the inn together. As I stepped onto the street and naturally matched my stride to hers, moving closer to her side, Kana was startled and took a step back. Then, with her head bowed, she said in a small voice, "Um... Master Painter. I will lead the way, so please follow behind me." To think that Kana, who was usually a bold and energetic tomboy, would be blushing and shy just because we were walking side-by-side. Is this what they call a 'gap moe'? Watching her back as she walked ahead with quick steps, head bowed low, I burst into laughter. 'She has a surprisingly cute side.' A flutter of excitement, like going on a date for the first time in a while, washed over me. I was slowly, bit by bit, adapting to life in this strange land.