From the moment we entered the ryokan room, I was already gone.
Noa frolicked on the tatami, her yukata sleeves fluttering, casually closing the distance between us.
Fingertips brushing my shoulder.
Arms wrapping around my back.
Whispering "thank you" while looking up at my face, so close.
Even before our lips touched, the air felt like we were already kissing, and once it started, she wouldn't let go.
On the futon, we held each other, kissing over and over, burying faces in chests, exploring each other with fingertips, forgetting the camera was even rolling.
In the open-air bath amidst the steam, pressing our bodies together, Noa slowly touched my neck, my ears, and my lips.
Her innocence only eroded my reason further.
Night and morning, a kiss whenever our eyes met.
Waking up to be pulled close, she'd smile and say, "Let's stay together a little longer."
The word "immoral" isn't enough.
Noa was simply too cute, and I lost all reason to resist—
Just a purely adorable, endless French kissing hot spring trip.
