"To put it mildly—I think it was amazing."
I kept hearing things that were hard to believe. She was being touched so gently, with such care… if it were me, I'd probably break down crying and melt on the spot.
(Amazing? This... flabby body?)
I imagined switching her body with mine. No way. She's cute and petite, while I'm... well, big. And not in a good way—just big and soft and shapeless. Size-wise, the range here looks like: tiny, tiny, small, small, medium, big… huge...
Yeah, no doubt—I'm the biggest. Some of the girls here are tall and look like they've been working out, looking cool even from a distance. And me? Just saggy, untrained softness.
"Come on! Get going already!"
"Gah—!"
Suddenly, I was shoved from behind and plunged into the hot spring before I could brace myself.
"Blurbghhh—!"
I surfaced, gasping for breath, and turned to glare at the culprit. Looked like it was the smaller girl.
Pant, pant.
(Go? Go where?)
I glanced around in confusion, not sure what she meant.
"Sorry about that. I guess she missed out on the hug back then and didn't want to lose her chance…"
The taller woman, the one who had been with the group, was apologizing—no, wait, she was negotiating… for me?
No way she's seriously asking…
"It's fine. Go ahead."
He smiled and opened his arms.
(Wait, what? Seriously?!)
Still naked, he pulled me into a hug with a warm, cheerful expression.
(Wh-What?!)
I sank deep into his cleavage like I was made to fit there. It felt like my entire existence had been leading up to this moment.
When I opened my eyes, soft morning light was pouring in. I was lying in a fluffy futon with crisp white sheets, in a room at the inn.
My mind was clear, so I sat up.
Completely naked. I had no memory of getting into the futon.
I tried to recall what happened before I fell asleep…
…
...…
Nope. That was definitely a dream, right?
It was way too good to be real. People that perfect don't exist.
Where did the dream start? Maybe when I was stargazing and watching satellites?
Maybe the part where I didn't drown was already a stretch?
Honestly, man that nice don't exist. No way.
So…
"Ughhhhhh…"
I clutched my head and groaned. If I was gonna dream about losing my virginity, could I at least dream it properly? Remember it better? What a pathetic waste of REM sleep. I seriously need to get better at dreaming.
Knock knock.
While I was sulking, someone knocked on the door.
"Yes?"
I reflexively answered.
"Are you awake? Breakfast service is ending soon."
Panicking, I looked for a clock. It was already past 9 a.m.
Grumble…
Right on cue, my stomach growled.
"I'll be there right away!"
"Sorry, it's a bit crowded right now…"
Even the server had to warn me—it was that packed.
"No worries. I'm used to it."
I waved it off casually. I'd dealt with crowded cafeterias back in school and at the office. This was nothing.
"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"
Being a communal table situation, I just gave a polite nod and sat down where I could.
"Would you prefer a Western or Japanese breakfast?"
A server came to take my order.
"What's on the menu?"
"Japanese is seafood ochazuke. Western is omurice."
"I'll go with omurice."
"What size would you like?"
"LL, please!"
Let's drown these feelings in food.
Author's note :
Breakfast at this inn runs from 6:30 to 10:00.
Kiyora may come off a bit rough, but she doesn't mean any harm. She just has high underwater adaptability and is used to dunking people—so it's never really a problem.