Chapter 70: Exposure Sex in the Grand Bathhouse
The kaiseki meal was superb. After our nap, the sophisticated presentation and exquisite flavors hit just right—and the portions were massive too. We each knocked back a draft beer as well.
"It had this really upscale, delicious vibe," I said.
It reminded me of that fancy restaurant I'd gone to with my parents the day Yoonah won the lottery not long ago. "Like the Japanese version of that place. Same kind of feeling, you know?"
"Even handing over the menu list felt so high-class."
They'd brought a list with all the dish names, written out in Korean too, which was incredibly satisfying. Otherwise, I'd have had to bug Yoonah for translations.
Heading out of the restaurant after the meal and beers, a deep, satisfying languor washed over me.
"Drinking something this good after so long," Yoonah said, stretching her arms high overhead. Her face had that slightly dreamy look, just like mine—loose and relaxed from the haze.
I'd caught a quick nap earlier, so I was holding up better, but she had to be wiped out.
"Want me to give you a massage?"
"What naughty idea are you scheming now?"
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Unfair—I hadn't had a single lewd thought this time. She just looked tired, so I'd offered.
Maybe it was my usual track record catching up with me.
"No ideas at all. Come here."
I patted the spot right in front of me. She eyed me dubiously but came over and sat anyway.
"Keep staring like that, and I'll actually do something naughty."
I reached for her shoulders but brushed her collar first. Only then did her expression soften, like she'd finally gotten the message, and she settled in comfortably.
"Alright, let's get started."
I channeled the skills from massaging my parents as a kid and kneading my friends' shoulders back in school. Grabbing her slightly tense shoulders, I pressed down firmly.
The moment I did...
"Haah..."
A natural moan slipped from Yoonah's lips, her tension melting away.
"Ah... uh, that... it's just... the tension releasing..."
Her ears flushed red as she stammered an excuse. Well, everyone moans a bit during a massage, right? Sure, hers sounded a tad erotic, but whatever.
"It's fine. Relax."
I tapped her tensed shoulders casually. Only after seeing me act unfazed did she finally loosen up, her posture easing again.
I kneaded her shoulders like dough, adjusting the pressure so it wouldn't hurt, working out the knots.
After loosening them up nicely, I suggested she lie down on the bedding.
"I'll do your neck and spine too."
"Ah, mm..."
Her face was pure bliss now—nothing like before. No complaints; she just lay down flat.
Heh, this was pro-level skill at work.
Starting from her relaxed shoulders, I moved to her neck and spine, pressing gently to avoid pain. Erotic little moans escaped with every release of tension, but she didn't seem to mind, so I let it slide without comment.
"Haa... so gooood..."
Her eyes were half-closed already.
She'd been drowsy since the meal; add a massage, and no wonder she was nodding off.
"Your lower body's worn out from all that walking today. I'll rub your calves too."
For an idol, this schedule wasn't much—daily practices, concerts, endless travel. She got top care, sure, but stamina like that was no joke.
"Hngh..."
After a bit, cute snores started bubbling from her nose. Not wanting to wake her, I gently pulled my hands away, turned her comfortably, and tucked her under the covers.
"Sleep well, Yoonah."
I brushed a soft kiss on her lips and stood.
I was relaxed but not sleepy—thanks to the nap. Heading to the private outdoor bath, I found dimmer lighting than the main bath, blending seamlessly with nature.
"This spot's got killer views."
Probably because it was a premium room. Or maybe the whole ryokan was like this. No idea, but who cared? Money was no object anymore—just enjoy it.
"Ah, spring breeze feels nice."
A gentle spring wind rustled through, cool but not chilly, caressing my cheeks. Amid the fresh herbal scents, a hint of summer lingered.
"Tomorrow's wide open. Could sit here with Yoonah, crack open some beers."
Such a soft, lovely atmosphere. it'd be even better with her. For tonight, though, I'd savor it solo.
"Might grab a beer. One can shouldn't hurt, right?"
I eyed the Chuhai too—wanted to try it. Pricey back home, but here in Japan, local stuff was cheaper. Sweet and girly, though—not something I'd chug much of. A highball sounded good, but going back to the restaurant alone felt awkward.
"Tomorrow with Yoonah, then."
No sense leaving her alone too long in case she woke up.