Chapter 8: Hot Spring Temptation — No Supervision, No Limits
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The bus ride to the hot spring inn was supposed to be quiet.
It wasn't.
Sayaka was already humming with mischief in the seat beside him, leaning close, her thigh brushing against his every time they hit a bump. Rika sat diagonally behind, earphones in, but eyes never far from Aoi's reflection in the window. Miyu was across the aisle, pretending to read a book — though her gaze flicked up every ten seconds.
Aoi couldn't escape the tension.
He was a fuse surrounded by fire.
And the destination?
A secluded ryokan with open-air baths, thin walls, and no teacher supervision.
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The Arrival — Temptation in the Tatami Room
The room was traditional.
Sliding doors. Tatami mats. Three futons.
One room. Three girls. One boy.
Aoi stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the sleeping arrangement.
> "Wait... this is a co-ed room?!"
Sayaka grinned.
Rika shrugged.
Miyu's cheeks turned red.
> "The school messed up," Sayaka said, far too innocently. "And since no one's complaining... why not take advantage?"
She tossed her bag in the corner and flopped onto one of the futons, stretching with a loud yawn that gave Aoi far more than a peek down her blouse.
> "You're acting like this wasn't planned," Rika muttered, unpacking her skincare.
Miyu just fidgeted with her sweater.
> "I-it's not a problem… right, Aoi?"
He swallowed hard.
> "R-right…"
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Evening Bath — Steam, Skin, and Sudden Visitors
The boys' side of the hot spring was empty.
Aoi sat alone in the mist, letting the warmth sink into his bones. It should've been peaceful.
But then he heard it.
> Giggles.
From the other side of the bamboo divider.
Then—a splash.
Then—quiet.
Too quiet.
He turned his head and—
> "Boo."
Sayaka's voice.
He jumped as she slid into view, towel barely clinging to her curves.
> "Sayaka?! This is the boys' side!"
> "Oops~" She smirked. "Guess I got lost."
Then Rika stepped in behind her.
Then Miyu.
Three girls.
One towel each.
All smirking, blushing, or dangerously silent.
> "You're not mad, are you?" Rika asked, trailing fingers through the water.
> "We figured you might be lonely," Miyu added, sitting close enough for their knees to touch underwater.
Aoi's brain shut down.
> This was a trap.
A wet, steamy, breathtaking trap.
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The Game Begins — Heat Underwater
> "Let's play a game," Sayaka whispered.
They surrounded him.
Miyu on his right. Sayaka on his left. Rika floating in front, slowly drifting closer.
> "Truth or dare," Sayaka said.
Aoi gulped.
> "...Truth?"
> "How many times have you thought about us since that night in the hotel?" she asked, her voice low.
> "Uh… I… a lot…"
Sayaka grinned.
> "Good boy. Now... Rika, your turn."
Rika's eyes gleamed.
> "Dare."
> "Touch his chest. Slowly."
She didn't hesitate.
Her fingers glided up his soaked skin. He shivered under her touch. The heat from the bath had nothing on the burn in his veins.
> "Miyu," Sayaka continued. "Truth or dare?"
Miyu hesitated.
> "Dare."
Sayaka smirked.
> "Kiss his neck. Gently."
Miyu leaned in.
Aoi's breath caught.
The kiss was soft. Sweet. Lasting longer than expected. When she pulled away, her cheeks were bright red — and so were his.
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Interrupted… Again
The door to the bath suddenly rattled.
> "Hey! Anyone in here?"
A teacher's voice.
They froze.
> "Quick!" Sayaka hissed. "Under the bamboo ledge!"
They ducked into the corner, bodies pressed together, towels wet and clinging.
The teacher peeked in, saw nothing, and left.
The moment stretched.
Breathing heavy.
Miyu pressed against his side. Sayaka behind him. Rika's hand still on his chest.
It was chaos.
It was heaven.
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The Room at Night — Thin Walls and Bold Moves
Later that night, under the covers of the shared room, the tension didn't fade.
The lights were off.
The futons were close.
Too close.
Miyu whispered a soft "good night"... and then her hand found his under the blanket.
Sayaka shifted, her knee brushing his thigh.
Rika turned toward him, muttering, "Don't even think about choosing between us. You're already mine."
They were inches away.
Breath to breath.
Aoi stared at the ceiling, trying not to lose his mind.
> "This is going to be a long night..."
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Teasers of What's to Come
The trip wasn't over yet.
Tomorrow was the outdoor bath.
Then the fireworks night.
And with tension rising like steam, someone was going to make a move — or three.
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