A wet and kissing hot spring trip with Japan's cutest lover - Nozomi Araki SNOS-157

From the moment I entered the hotel room, it was already too late. Hikari played on the tatami, wiggling the sleeves of her yukata, then unexpectedly pulled closer. Fingertips touched my shoulders. Arms wrapped around my back. She whispered "thank you," looking up at my face, so close. Even before our lips met, the atmosphere felt like a kiss; once it started, it was impossible to let go easily. On the blankets, we embraced and kissed repeatedly, faces buried in each other's chests, confirming each other's identities with fingertips, even forgetting the camera was filming. In the open air, amidst the steam, we leaned together, Hikari gently touching my neck, ears, and lips. That innocence only weakened my rationality. Night and morning, a kiss would follow whenever our eyes met. Waking up to be embraced, to being told with a smile, "I want to stay together." Words like "immoral" simply don't do it justice. It was just because Hikari was so adorable that I lost all reason to resist—just a continuously adorable, wet, kissing hot spring trip.