A Virgin's Bath Attendance
A Virgin's Bath Attendance
"Hah... Haaahng!♥ No... it's coming... again...!♥"
As my tongue play reached its peak, Mina tightened her grip on the counter and let out her second scream.
Her waist arched like a bow before collapsing with a thud.
From the entrance of her vagina, transparent love juices gushed out once more, soaking my chin and neck.
The pungent, salty scent of a female's essence vibrated in the air.
I lifted the panting girl to her feet.
I firmly wrapped my arms around her waist, which was wobbling as her legs gave way.
And I pressed my wet lips directly against hers.
Chuup! Sslurp!
"Mmm...!♥"
Our saliva and her love juices smeared on my face mixed together.
It was a sticky, thick kiss.
I tangled my tongue, ravaging the inside of her mouth.
At the same time, I loosened her apron strings and slipped my hand inside, firmly grasping her soft breasts.
"Hheuung...♥"
The plump flesh of her ample breasts spilled out between my fingers.
I twisted her hardened nipples with my thumbs and massaged them in circles with my palms.
She clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, engrossed in sucking on my tongue.
As if someone in a desert had found water, she was indulging in my masculinity.
Slurp. Chuurup.
The long kiss finally ended.
As our lips parted, a long silver thread stretched between them.
Mina looked up at me with dazed eyes.
Her face was flushed red with the heat of passion, and physiological tears had welled up in the corners of her eyes.
"That's too much... I clearly told you to stop... Sniff...♥"
She pouted, lightly hitting my chest.
But her voice was filled not with resentment, but with affection.
She was like a cat throwing a cute tantrum.
"Mina-chan, you started it. Who was it rubbing their fingers on my pants?"
I chuckled and moved my hand down again.
I slid my fingers into her still-wet panties.
Squish.
"Hihk!♥ Aah...♥"
As my middle finger poked the entrance of her vagina, Mina shuddered and let out a moan.
Her inner walls tightened around my finger, as if remembering and welcoming it.
"And you didn't seem to dislike it either, did you? Getting this wet and leaking all over."
I whispered slyly, flicking her clitoris.
"Uu...♥ Ah... No... but... it feels too good...♥"
Unable to deny it, she bowed her head.
Her expression, a mix of shame and pleasure, stimulated my sadistic desires.
I wanted to make this innocent country girl completely mine.
Dudududududu!
Then, the sound of helicopter propellers began to be heard from afar.
Outside the window, the headlights of military trucks flashed.
It was the Self-Defense Forces.
The full-scale search had begun.
"It's the Self-Defense Forces...!"
Mina's expression stiffened.
But she was no longer afraid.
She had already half-surrendered both her body and heart to me.
Like a heroine who has fallen in love with a spy, she looked at me with a tragic glint in her eyes.
"You need to hide first. Go upstairs to the second floor."
She pointed to the narrow staircase inside the kitchen.
"The bathwater was drawn for my father to use, but he probably hasn't used it yet. It's warm, so please wash up first. My room is at the end of the hallway. Please rest there, and I'll come up after seeing off the guests."
She whispered while straightening my clothes.
She was the perfect accomplice.
"Got it. Thanks, Mina-chan."
I kissed her cheek and gently kneaded her breasts over her apron once more.
"Later tonight... you know? We'll finish what we couldn't earlier. I'll be looking forward to it."
At my words, Mina's face instantly flushed bright red.
She let out a short "Hueut," and deeply bowed her head.
"Yes...♥ I'll wait... I'll wash up... and get ready...♥"
Her voice was so small it seemed about to disappear, but the lewd anticipation contained within it was impossible to hide.
I climbed the stairs with a satisfied smile.
The wooden stairs creaked.
What would the second floor be like?
And what history would I write with this Japanese virgin tonight?
My footsteps were light.
I climbed the creaking wooden stairs and opened the door at the end of the second-floor hallway.
It was a cozy room lit by faint moonlight.
The unique scent of dried straw from the tatami mats mixed with the fragrance of fabric softener, creating a comfortable atmosphere.
"So this is Mina's room."
I placed my bag on the desk and looked around the room.
It wasn't as flashy or spacious as Choi Su-yeon's house in Seoul, but it was filled with the scent of a person.
On the wall, photos from kindergarten to high school graduation were framed and hung.
The process of a little girl with pigtails smiling brightly growing into a school-uniformed maiden, and then into the mature young lady she was now, was preserved intact.
On the doorframe pillar, marks from measuring her height with pencil and pen were densely packed.
[7-year-old Mina], [10-year-old Mina], [18-year-old Graduation!]...
They were traces of an only daughter raised with abundant parental love.
On the desk, idol magazines and reference books were scattered messily, and a large teddy bear was placed on the bed.
The room of an utterly ordinary woman in her early twenties.
But in this era of 'Great Infertility,' this ordinariness had become the hardest value to preserve.
Rumble! Thud thud!
Then, noisy military boot footsteps and clamoring voices could be heard from the first floor.
It seemed the Self-Defense Force members had arrived.
Mina's voice faintly drifted up, brightly greeting them, "Welcome, Self-Defense Forces everyone!"
"Shh. I need to be careful."
I muffled my footsteps and gently closed the room door.
It would be troublesome if my presence was discovered.
Mina would probably cover for me well, but if they decided to come up and search the second floor, it would be the end.
For now, hiding was the best plan.
I headed to the bathroom across the hallway.
Opening the wooden door, a wave of hot steam hit me.
It was a traditional tiled bathroom, but the deep wooden bathtub was already filled with warm water.
It seemed to be water Mina's father had heated up for his own use.
"Nice."
I took off my clothes, which were sticky from seawater and had her dried love juices clinging to them, and threw them into a basket.
Naked, I stepped into the bathtub.
"Ahh... feels like I'm coming back to life."
As the hot water enveloped my whole body, tension melted away and drowsiness washed over me.
It felt like the muscles that had stiffened from riding the jet ski were melting away.
Peering through the bathroom window crack outside, the lights of military trucks flashed.
They say it's darkest under the lamp.
While the Self-Defense Force members, mobilized for an emergency in the dead of night and working their asses off, were eating late-night snacks on the first floor, their target, the 'Stallion,' was leisurely enjoying a bath in the tub right above them.
There couldn't be a more perfect disguise.
Moreover, there were hardly any CCTVs in this rural village, so the risk of my trail being discovered up to here was low.
"Huh?"
A small box placed on a shelf in one corner of the bathtub caught my eye.
[Pregnancy Test Kit].
It was brand new, the plastic still unopened.
Mina... she said she didn't have a boyfriend, so why did she buy something like this?
A hopeful expectation? Or preparation for a fate that might one day arrive?
'Pitiful women.'
A bitter thought suddenly crossed my mind.
Stallions were an extreme minority worldwide.
What would happen to the vast majority of women who weren't chosen?
The answer was already clear.
The old, former feminist generation commonly seen in Korea.
Those who lived with dozens of cats waiting for a lonely death, or who pushed elaborate silicone baby dolls in strollers muttering, "My baby, let's eat yummy," those insane sights.
Even fresh virgins like Mina were destined to grow old like that if their luck was bad.
If I didn't save them.
Clatter. Creeeak.
After spacing out for a while, the commotion on the first floor subsided.
The sound of truck engines starting and the Self-Defense Force members leaving could be heard.
And a little later.
Click.
The sound of the front door being locked.
Then, the sound of light footsteps stepping on the wooden stairs and coming up.
Creak, creak.
The sound gradually got closer and then stopped in front of the bathroom door.
Knock knock.
"Um... Guest? Are you in there?"
It was Mina's cautious voice.
"Come in."
I chuckled and answered.
It was oddly funny, telling the owner to come in while occupying their family bathroom.
But right now, the owner of this house—no, the owner of this island—was me.
Sluurp.
The bathroom door quietly opened.
Mina was standing there holding a towel.
Her face was flushed red, and her eyes wandered, unsure where to look.
Facing my naked body head-on, she gasped.
"Ah... um... I..."
She stammered and stepped into the bathroom.
Her shampoo scent spread in the humid air.
"I'll... attend to your bath... Father is asleep... and the guests have all left..."
As if having made a decision, she locked the door.
And with trembling hands, she began to undo the buttons of her own clothes.
"I'll... scrub your back... and..."
Her gaze drifted towards my member floating on the water's surface before hastily averting it.
Her clumsy but earnest hands as she took off her blouse and skirt and set them down.
With each piece of her white skin revealed, the heat inside the bathroom seemed to grow hotter.