"I want to completely become your woman~"
"Kasumi..."
With emotions surging inside, her wounded heart yearning for comforting warmth, Kasumi pressed her fragrant lips against Ito Yoshito's face as he gazed at her with increasing intensity.
"Mmm~!"
In the bathroom, as hot water mingled with air, invisible steam began to rise, enveloping the two like a warm and moist veil.
The hazy water vapor gradually permeated, bringing warmth as blood rushed, boiling and flowing throughout their bodies.
Kasumi could feel the excitement coursing through Ito Yoshito's veins as he urged the moisture trapped deep within her.
"Pop~"
Her autumn-water-like eyes shimmered, and Kasumi gazed dreamily at Ito Yoshito's face, her cherry-red lips slightly parted, exhaling gently, "Yoshito, my legs feel a bit uncomfortable~"
"Hehe" Watching the beautiful woman's flushed face, Ito Yoshito felt a wave of bliss, chuckling, "Is it a damp kind of uncomfortable or... the 'fiery' discomfort from earlier when you scraped your knees?"
As her cheeks grew increasingly warm, her long eyelashes fluttered. Kasumi felt shy, yet her happiness prevailed as she stammered, "Both... both..."
With a mischievous smile, Ito Yoshito leaned closer, breathing warm air against her ear.
Then, he opened his mouth and gently nibbled on her rosy ear.
"Well then, dear Miss Kasumi, do you need my help to take off your stockings?"
"Um..."
Releasing her ear, Ito Yoshito pulled back slightly, a thin silken strand clinging to Kasumi.
The broken strand brushed against her face, intensifying the heat radiating from her flushed cheeks. Feeling the warmth and moisture around her ear, Kasumi squinted slightly, embodying a graceful allure.
Crouching on the bathroom floor, Ito Yoshito cradled her inky feet, seemingly ensnared by her delicate ankles. Her soft little feet felt threatened, and her toes instinctively curled together like a small black cat trying to hide its paws, curling up tightly.
Gently grasping her playful little foot, following the delicate curves, Ito Yoshito couldn't hide his adoration. He squeezed gently, noticing how the damp, silky fabric clung to her skin, making everything feel both sticky and soft.
"Mmm~!"
A tingling sensation surged through her sensitive nerves, sweeping over her body like an electric shock. Kasumi bit down on her plush pink lips, her enchanting eyes now clouded with a thin veil of mist as she gazed at Ito Yoshito's handsome profile.
'He's truly handsome~!'
'Yoshito... I feel so lucky that you would find this... clumsy, ugly body of mine appealing~'
"Yoshito, stop playing~ it tickles~!"
With some regret, she lowered her foot, although Ito Yoshito had more effective methods that would directly address her discomfort, it was against the rules to write about it. o(￣▽￣)d
Following the curve of her lush legs wrapped in black stockings, Ito Yoshito gently pinched the edge of the damp material, creating a soft indentation on her supple thigh.
"Kasumi, stretch your legs out..."
"Um..." Upon hearing him, Kasumi obediently extended her straight black-stocking-clad leg, the fabric rubbing together and producing soft sounds.
"Rustle~~"
With a bit more force, he tugged the stockings backward, leaving a trail of moisture on her delicate skin. Under the soft, hazy lighting, they gleamed like dew on fresh morning snow.
"Splosh~"
Slowly peeling down the stockings, a pair of creamy, plump thighs appeared, so exquisite they seemed capable of squeezing out droplets of water.
Ito Yoshito lifted his head, looking at Kasumi with a smile. The gray dress, now damp, clung tightly to her perfect curves, subtly revealing a slight bulge of her abdomen.
If it weren't for the blue knitted top covering it, it would certainly be quite lewd.
Wait...
In fact, this made it even more suggestive!
Unknowingly, her disheveled outer garment had slipped down her shoulders, revealing her smooth, delicate shoulders, adorned only with a thin layer of misty fabric that added to her charm.
Her exposed collarbone, complemented by loose strands of chestnut hair, subtly nestled between her full curves.
"Gulp~"
Kasumi nervously glanced at Ito Yoshito, only to find herself caught in his intense gaze.
The fiery longing in his eyes drew a quick crimson blush across Kasumi's cheeks, rapidly spreading to her neck.
Kasumi gazed shyly at Ito Yoshito, her big watery eyes filled with affectionate feelings for him. She shyly adjusted her enticing figure.
'Yoshito... seems to like this part a lot...'
Licking her slightly dry lips, the fiery gaze in her eyes flickered like an ignited flame; the boiling blood within her reached a new peak—she felt close to bursting!
Kasumi gently bit her red lips; her soft, rational voice now sounded like an enchanting melody whispering in Ito Yoshito's ear.
"Yoshito~!"
"I... my dress is wet too. Can you help me take it off as well?"
Her tone imbued with feminine shyness, it captivated Ito Yoshito, making him feel somewhat entranced.
In the misty air, seated atop the small stool, Kasumi appeared like a soft jelly waiting to be tasted, prompting Ito Yoshito's desire to devour her whole.
"...Alright~!"
His voice came out a bit hoarse, fueled by the flames burning within him—so intensely hot that it left him parched. Rising gently, he positioned himself before Kasumi, towering over her and filling his heart with a thrilling sense of conquest.
He reached out his broad hand, softly caressing her delicate shoulder, then trailed down her milk-like skin, hooking the strap of her dress to slide it down along with her outerwear.
The mirror in the bathroom fogged up, obscuring the view.
Tiny beads of water on the walls gathered slowly before trickling down the mirror, like gentle streams sketching fluid patterns, resembling a beautiful woman—hazy yet clear.
What kind of painting was unfolding? It was unclear.
However, if only he could find that small white cloth hanging by the sink to wipe the mirror, perhaps he could see the beauty captured within.
How was she looking? What was she doing? Was she breathtakingly beautiful, beyond imagination...?
Everything was blurred, but the silhouette in the mirror gracefully swayed with the flow, her body undulating like she was responding to the moonlight, breathing in the fresh air.
Every expression she made and every movement she performed appeared captivating to Ito Yoshito.
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