“Kaasan, I’m going to take a bath.”
“I’ve already drawn the hot water for you.
Your clothes are over there.
Natsumi, do you want me to scrub your back?”
Natsumi’s mother, washing dishes in the kitchen, said.
“No, no need,” Natsumi quickly refused, shaking her head like a rattle drum.
While keeping an eye on her mother’s back, she frantically waved her hand.
Nagumo smoothly slipped into the bathroom.
“Kaasan, you should rest too after you finish cleaning up.
Don’t worry about me.” After saying this, Natsumi followed him in and closed the bathroom door, letting out a long sigh.
“It would be so much better if I lived alone.
Then you wouldn’t have to hide sneakily, Nagumo.”
As Natsumi spoke, she suddenly began to look forward to the future life of renting a place alone and living independently.
Not just independent living, but also the anticipation of cohabiting with Nagumo.
Wouldn’t a life like that be wonderful?
Unfortunately, that kind of life was still a bit far off for her…
Kaasan would absolutely not agree to her moving out anytime soon.
While lost in thought, the girl unfastened the buttons on her chest, taking off both her jacket and the shirt underneath, instantly revealing large areas of fair, smooth skin.
Natsumi had said she was dirty, but Nagumo didn’t see any dirt on her.
This snow-white, delicate skin with almost no blemishes, the exquisite and enticing collarbones, and the firm, tight, beautifully defined abdomen.
An athletic girl was truly different.
Compared to the usual delicate, frail girls, Natsumi’s abdominal muscles were quite impressive, clearly the result of frequent exercise.
As a girl, her abs naturally weren’t as exaggerated as a male’s, but her well-defined lines were exceptionally eye-catching.
Nagumo used a tentacle to gently touch her belly button area, jolting the dazed Natsumi back to reality.
She let out a shy whimper and covered her belly button.
“Nagumo!”
Even though they had been intimate before, being seen in such a brightly lit place still made Natsumi feel bashful.
Seeing Nagumo nonchalantly turn on the showerhead and stand under the stream of hot water, Natsumi gradually relaxed as well.
She lowered the arm she had been using to cover herself.
Anyway…
I’ve already been intimate with Nagumo.
I’d even decided before to give my body to him.
There’s no need to be shy about something like this.
It’s just bathing together.
Thinking this, Natsumi’s emotions slowly calmed…
Nagumo lay under the rushing water, almost letting his eyes glaze over.
But the advantage of his Tentacle Monster form was right here—even if he was staring dumbly, no one could tell.
This was probably what you’d call brazenly peeping.
Natsumi’s ponytail was undone, her refreshingly beautiful blue hair resting on her shoulders.
She covered herself somewhat modestly with her hands.
She had just opened her mouth to speak when she froze, her small mouth agape, staring blankly at Nagumo, who had somehow taken the clothes she had just taken off and was now wearing them on his head.
Her words died in her throat.
The young maiden was so mortified she wished she could die—
“Nagumo!!”
Natsumi lost it.
Forgetting to cover herself, she pounced on him fiercely.
“Don’t just play with my clothes like that!!”
…Actually wearing them on his head?
Too shameful, too perverted!
Natsumi couldn’t take it.
The girl’s body completely pressed down on Nagumo as she snatched her clothes back.
However, looking down at the cute, clueless Tentacle Monster beneath her, Natsumi’s pretty face flushed hot.
“Nagumo, you’re so perverted.”
Natsumi clutched her clothes tightly, feeling the hot water from the showerhead above sprinkling down.
The steaming hot water flowed down the girl’s hair, her bangs sticking to her forehead, her long hair gradually becoming wet, clinging to the sides of her face and resting on her shoulders.
Drops of water fell from her head, dampening her eyebrows, then slid down from her temples, wetting her eyelashes, making Natsumi’s large, azure eyes blink slightly.
Her nose, mouth, and cheeks all became moist.
Her delicate features, her beautiful face, seemed ethereal and dreamlike amidst the water vapor.
The continuous line of water droplets slid further down her neck, flowing past her collarbones.
Some gathered there, dripping down, while others continued down her body to her navel, her slender legs…
The girl, beautiful like a lotus flower emerging from clear water, exuded infinite temptation.
This time, Nagumo was truly dumbstruck.
His tentacles lifted Natsumi’s thoroughly wet hair and bangs, gently stroking her fair, smooth cheek.
For some reason, even though it should have been a highly suggestive scene, neither Nagumo nor Natsumi felt much lust.
Instead, they felt their hearts drawing closer.
A tentacle picked up a towel and waved it in front of her.
Natsumi understood his meaning.
“Scrubbing my back?”
Nagumo nodded.
“Then…
I’ll leave it to you—”
Natsumi stood up, her heart flustered.
She sat on the floor in a’seiza’ position, letting the hot water from above freely flow over her, washing her delicate body.
After a few passes, he used a tentacle to squeeze out some body wash and began lathering foam all over Natsumi’s body.
“X-Nagumo?”
The girl shuddered violently and looked back in surprise.
She felt the towel’s touch disappear, replaced by those several tentacles.
Natsumi looked at the tentacles creating a mass of foam on her body, feeling somewhat panicked.
“Wait, Nagumo, isn’t this too…
I, I can do it myself, wah~”
This…
this was too stimulating!
Where had Natsumi ever experienced something like this?
She was growing weaker and weaker.
“Nagumo, stop it!
Wah, you dummy—!”
Natsumi’s pupils constricted sharply.
Her body erupted with an intense reaction of some sort.
Her thoughts began to muddle.
Her small, cherry-like mouth didn’t know whether to cry or moan.
Her bones felt like they were about to melt.
“Eeek—”
The sound of rushing water grew much louder.
Half an hour later, the blue-haired girl, wrapped in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom listlessly.
Her steaming body was flushed pink through her fair skin.
Her dewy skin exuded a seductive scent.
It was just that her two long, fair legs felt a bit weak when she walked.
Natsumi hadn’t transitioned from a girl to a woman, but she had still tasted what it felt like to be a woman.
That feeling truly…
made her both shy and intoxicated.
At the same time, Matsubara Houichi, sitting in his own room, looked through the window towards his Childhood friend’s house.
Their residences were adjacent, right next to each other.
Houichi stared blankly at the lit-up curtains.
“Natsumi…”
Back when they were on very good terms, he had only seen her as a Childhood friend, with no other feelings.
Now that Natsumi was gradually distancing herself from him, Matsubara Houichi missed the days when she was by his side and couldn’t bear to let her go.
“I won’t give up, Natsumi.
You are my important Childhood friend.
No, not just a Childhood friend…” Matsubara Houichi suddenly clenched his fist tightly.
“I’ve realized it now…
my feelings for you…”