From the moment we entered the ryokan room, I was already gone.
Noa frolicked on the tatami, her yukata sleeves fluttering, as she casually closed the distance between us.
Fingertips brushing my shoulder.
Arms wrapping around my back.
Whispering "thank you" while looking up at my face, she was so close.
Even before our lips touched, the air felt as if we were already kissing, and once it started, she wouldn't let go.
On the futon, we held each other, exchanging kiss after kiss, burying my face in her chest, exploring each other with our fingertips, until I completely forgot the camera was rolling.
In the open-air bath, amidst the steam, Noa pressed her body against mine, slowly touching my neck, my ears, and my lips.
Her innocence only eroded my reason further.
Night and morning, we kissed whenever our eyes met.
When I woke up, she would pull me close and smile, saying, "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.
