The Ryokan Getaway
Right after landing at the airport, I have a late dinner with my sister. We’d eaten the in-flight meal, but it was just enough to tide us over. More importantly, we needed photos for Instagram. Of course, I have no intention of posting them right away. Revealing that I’m in Japan would attract far too many people who might recognize me.
“…”
With the angle carefully set so that only my sister’s hand appears in the frame, I snap several shots of the food alongside it, then eat the noodles slowly while waiting for him to arrive. Even with sunglasses and hats pulled low to hide our faces as much as possible, I can still feel passersby glancing at us. Whether they recognize who we are or are simply staring because we look beautiful, I can’t tell. The irritation of not being able to move freely even across the sea settles in my chest as I force down the late meal, feeling as though it might get stuck.
“Juhyuk says he’ll be here in twenty minutes. Once we finish eating, we can head over there.”
“Okay.”
My sister, who had been picking at her food just like me, turns her head and answers flatly. Thanks to the sunglasses, I couldn’t tell if she was actually looking at me or simply facing my direction.
Rather than eating under watchful eyes here, it would probably be easier to get into that man’s car as soon as possible. The idle thought makes my throat tighten, so I wash it down with cold water and keep eating the buckwheat noodles dipped in soy sauce, trying to fill my empty stomach. I almost reach for the tempura that came with the meal, but stop myself and instead lift the plate to offer it to my sister.
“You eat the tempura. I can’t.”
“Showing off that you’re on a diet?”
“…This is my job.”
“Ah, right. Sorry.”
She accepts the plate while subtly mocking me, but doesn’t refuse it. As I continue my now-smaller meal at a slow pace, I glance sideways to see whether she’ll actually finish all the tempura. Her figure has gotten noticeably slimmer lately. Yet, strangely enough, she clears not only the tempura I gave her but the rest of the food as well, eating everything slowly and neatly. I wonder if her appetite has grown compared to before, feeling slightly puzzled.
“…What are you looking at? I’m trying to eat.”
“Nothing. Just…”
“I figured I’d be tired later, so I’m eating a lot while I can. …Ah, but you won’t be tired, will you?”
“…”
Once she starts showing open hostility with those sarcastic remarks, I have no desire to add anything more. …Sigh. Why did I let myself get dragged all the way here? I should have just refused. Of course, if I had refused back then, things wouldn’t have ended that day either—that much was obvious.
Two women in rather suspicious outfits walk toward the car from a distance. They glance sideways through the window as they approach, while the man waiting in the driver’s seat leans back against the seat. Soon enough, they open the doors and climb in. The younger sister naturally takes the back seat, while the older sister slides into the passenger seat. Neither face is visible in their current getups, but that doesn’t mean their figures are hidden. Everyone around is staring right at them.
“What’s with that outfit?”
“Don’t you look a bit like a chauffeur?”
“Shut up.”
Haeun, now in the passenger seat, speaks first after seeing my clothes. To be fair, my own outfit is just as suspicious as theirs. A dress shirt with a necktie, sunglasses on, hair slicked back. If anything, it looks more like a bodyguard than a driver, but either way, it isn’t particularly stylish.
“…Let’s go quickly. Before people start staring.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Apparently finding me uncool, the usually haughty Seo Jia orders me to start driving, her tone sharp—quite different from how she acts in bed. There’s no way I could punish her on a public road anyway, so I simply step on the accelerator and head toward the ryokan where Hinami is staying. Haeun, sitting beside me, naturally opens the glove compartment to take something out, only to realize it’s empty and scratch her head before closing it again. I toss her my last piece of gum and rest my hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze.
“…”
Chewing the gum she received, Haeun glances briefly at the rearview mirror and lets out a soft laugh. The woman in the back seat, seeing my hand stretch sideways, lets out a long sigh, clearly displeased. Both reactions are exactly what I expected—delightful responses—so I squeeze Haeun’s thigh harder and slip my hand under her long skirt, delivering several sharp slaps against her skin.
“…Hey, can’t you focus on driving?”
“I am focusing. This is how.”
Once the sounds start echoing regularly inside the car, the woman in the back, who had been watching with clear discomfort, finally complains. But when I answer curtly, she shuts her mouth without further protest. Haeun, sitting beside me, watches and lets out a pleased giggle before hiking her skirt up slightly. For a moment I almost get distracted, but I settle for touching instead of looking, keeping my eyes forward and focusing on the road.
“…Disgusting. Seriously.”
I hear Seo Jia’s small mutter from behind, but I pretend not to and let it pass. After all, she was the one who flew all the way here because of that disgusting man. No matter how much she curses or belittles me, it’s all her own doing. Maybe, deep down, she unconsciously wants this.
“Ah… Yes. This way…”
When we return to the lodging and park the car, the staff member who had guided me earlier rushes out to escort us. Even while serving dinner earlier, she had acted like an NPC without saying much. Now, seeing me bring two women inside, her pupils only tremble slightly before she professionally leads us onward. We pass through the familiar path and step into the room where Hinami is staying.
“Asleep?”
“…”
Hinami lies sprawled on the futon spread across the tatami floor, dressed in a yukata and sleeping soundly. Even when I lean over and poke her with my finger, she doesn’t wake. The two sisters following behind me look equally dumbfounded. Still, she’s the one who invited us here. Wondering what the host is even doing, I poke her a few more times.
“Mmm…”
She lets out a sleepy sound, shifts her body, kicks off the blanket, and reveals her disheveled clothes. Her cleavage is fully exposed, the nipples barely covered. In that state…
“…Since she seems to be asleep, you two go to the next room, unpack, and change first.”
“Okay.”
“…Understood.”
By now they can roughly guess what’s about to happen, so I send the two watching from behind into the adjacent room for a moment. Then I slip my fingers between Hinami’s loosened clothes.
“…You’re not actually asleep, are you?”
“…Hehe.”
When I gently tickle her nipple, her body trembles and she opens her eyes, flashing me a wide grin. …What, did she want me to wake her with a kiss or something? Logically, with three of us returning, that wouldn’t have been possible anyway.
“Get up. Let’s soak in the hot spring.”
“I already soaked plenty earlier. …With someone.”
“…That was then. This is now.”
Forcing her upright, Hinami fixes her disheveled yukata before suddenly yanking the sleeve down to bare her shoulder, giving me a seductive smile. As if threatening to tell on what happened earlier. I glare at those mischievous eyes and flick her nose.
“Ow, that hurts. Do you know how much this nose costs?”
“What, did you get plastic surgery?”
“Not really… but between skincare and everything else, it cost hundreds of millions of won.”
“Your throat alone would cost that much.”
“…Well, that’s true.”
Complaining about just her nose after offering both her throat and lower hole completely to me is rather cute, but the weight of those words isn’t lost on me either. …Hundreds of millions. A number that makes you gasp. It’s too expensive to dismiss as half a joke—the value of the women staying in this quiet private villa is simply that high. Two of them are top-tier active idols. One is a top-tier cosplayer YouTuber. Women whom countless people want to possess, or at least see. The fact that they’ve gathered here, in this distant place, solely for me brings a strange sense of pleasure. And the more I think about what’s about to happen, the stronger the feeling of conquest grows. It isn’t simply because I gathered them with money or power. One by one, I carefully corrupted them in my own way.
“Anyway… I should wash up first, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Should I go in ahead? …If I’m already washing, they’ll both come over anyway.”
“…Not a bad idea.”
…Among them, she is the only one without any malice, simply having fallen for me and offering everything. I take her hand and take the first step into the swamp of pleasure that will last for three days. A trip meant to completely break the one who hasn’t yet fully fallen apart, leaving her utterly ruined and limp.