Chapter 27: Chapter 27 : Let’s Bath Together

As Haruto walked back along the quiet country road, the morning air was already growing warmer. Sweat clung to his skin from the long walk, dampening the collar of his shirt. He stretched his arms a little, eager to rest once he reached home.

But as he passed by Ayame’s house, movement caught his eye. Ayame was in her yard, kneeling gracefully near a line of flowerpots, her watering can tilted in her hand. Droplets sparkled as they fell, glistening in the sunlight, and her loose summer dress swayed gently with the breeze.

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his almost instantly. A smile bloomed across her face.

"Haruto!" she called, her voice light and warm. She waved him over with one hand.

Haruto paused, blinking. "Ah, Ayame... morning," he greeted, stepping closer.

When he reached the fence, Ayame stood, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. Her gaze drifted over him, and she giggled softly. "You’re sweaty, Haruto... your shirt’s clinging to you."

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, I went out walking a bit too far. Guess the sun caught me."

Ayame tilted her head, her smile turning a little mischievous. Then, without a hint of hesitation, she said, "Then let’s take a bath together."

Haruto froze. "...Huh?"

Her eyes sparkled, half-teasing, half-serious. "You heard me. It’ll feel refreshing. And you can’t exactly refuse when you look this messy, can you?"

For a moment, Haruto was at a loss for words. The image of sharing a bath with Ayame—her skin wet, her curves gleaming in the steam—flashed in his mind, sending a heat through his body that had nothing to do with the morning sun.

Ayame giggled again at his silence, stepping a little closer. "Come on, Haruto. Don’t tell me you’re shy."

Haruto stepped into Ayame’s house, the faint scent of flowers and soap mixing in the air. The sliding door shut behind him with a soft click. He followed Ayame to the bathroom, where the sound of water already filled the space—the wooden tub was steaming, ripples dancing on its surface. She must have been preparing to bathe before spotting him.

Ayame turned to him, her smile unbothered, almost daring. "Well... since you’re here, let’s go together."

Before Haruto could reply, Ayame reached for the ribbon at her waist. Her dress slipped down her shoulders in a smooth motion, pooling at her feet. Haruto’s breath caught—her blue bra barely contained her soft, round breasts, the fabric stretched by the bounce of her curves as she moved. Matching panties hugged her hips, damp from the watering outside.

Without hesitation, she unclasped her bra. The straps fell away, and her breasts spilled free, firm yet supple, her nipples a soft pink, already perked in the cool air. They jiggled slightly as she moved, unashamed of Haruto’s gaze.

Haruto’s throat tightened. His eyes followed every movement as Ayame slid her panties down. The fabric peeled away slowly, revealing the gentle curve of her hips, then her neatly trimmed mound. A faint patch of hair crowned her pussy, soft and natural, glistening faintly with the humidity of the bathhouse.

She stood there, completely naked, meeting Haruto’s eyes without a flicker of embarrassment. Instead, she smirked. "Your turn, Haruto."

Haruto swallowed hard, then reached for his own shirt. He stripped it off, his chest damp with sweat, before pushing down his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from the sight of her, a few strands of hair circling the base.

Ayame tilted her head, eyeing him with open curiosity. Then, with a little laugh, she stepped closer, her breasts swaying slightly with the motion. "Hmm... looks like we both need a little care down there."

She picked up a small electric trimmer from the counter, holding it up playfully. "How about this—we’ll trim each other. You’ll help me with my pussy, and I’ll take care of you down here." Her finger brushed teasingly near the base of his cock.

Haruto’s pulse quickened. "Trim... each other?" he repeated, almost disbelieving.

Ayame giggled, her voice low and sultry. "Mm. Think of it as... preparation. For what comes after."

She placed the trimmer in his hand, her other hand brushing his wrist, guiding him. Her eyes never left his, her expression full of teasing mischief and unspoken promise.

Before they even started trimming, Haruto’s hand moved on its own. His fingers slipped between Ayame’s thighs, pressing against her pussy. It was already wet, warmth coating his fingertips. The faint hair around her mound brushed against his skin as he spread her folds gently.

Ayame let out a sharp breath, her eyes narrowing with pleasure.

Haruto leaned down, his face close to her heat. The moment his lips touched her, the musky, intoxicating scent of her wetness filled him. He parted her with his tongue, dragging it slowly up her hairy slit. The taste hit him immediately—rich, salty-sweet, and overwhelming in its rawness.

"Mmh—Ha... Haruto..." Ayame’s moan spilled out, her hand gripping his hair as his tongue pressed deeper. Each flick and lap made her thighs tremble, her wetness spreading more.

Haruto buried himself into her pussy, licking with hunger, savoring the taste and smell that drove him insane. The faint tickle of her hair against his lips only heightened the sensation.

Ayame’s body shivered under his mouth, her moans growing louder. But she didn’t stay still for long. She bent down, her face close to his cock.

Her tongue slid along his shaft in one long lick, from the base to the tip. The wet sound filled the room as her lips wrapped around his head, sucking gently.

"Ahh—Ayame..." Haruto groaned, his tongue still working her pussy even as pleasure spiked through his cock.

Her warm mouth moved rhythmically, tongue circling him as she bobbed her head. The mix of her moans vibrating against his cock and the taste of her pussy on his tongue made both of them hotter, hungrier.

Even though they had done this before—even though Ayame had been the first to take his virginity—it still felt overwhelming, fresh, and wildly exciting. Each lick, each moan, made their bodies crave more.

After licking and sucking each other until their breaths were ragged, Ayame pulled back with her cheeks still flushed and her nipples hard. She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she reached over and grabbed the small trimming machine.

"Haruto... let’s do it properly now," she whispered, brushing her fingers through the light hair at his crotch. The touch made his cock twitch against her palm.

Haruto nodded, watching her as she crouched in front of him. The warm air of the bathhouse mixed with the faint hum of the trimmer as Ayame flicked it on. The vibration buzzed in his ears, and then she leaned closer.

Her delicate hand lifted his shaft upward, holding it gently but firmly, exposing the base where the dark hair surrounded him. Slowly, carefully, she guided the trimmer across his skin. The little strands fell away, and Haruto felt the faint tickling sensation as she worked.

"Mm... it looks so clean like this," Ayame murmured, her face so close he could feel her breath on his balls. Once in a while, her lips brushed against his shaft "by accident," sending jolts up his spine. She trimmed around carefully, her tongue sneaking out to tease his skin as if she couldn’t resist.

Haruto groaned softly, the mix of vibration, her warm hand, and her tongue making his cock twitch harder than ever. By the time she finished, the hair was neat, his cock standing proudly in her hand, glistening with a bit of her saliva.

Then it was his turn.

He took the trimmer from her hand, and Ayame lay back on the warm tiles, spreading her legs without shame. Her pussy glistened, the faint patch of hair above it damp from his earlier licking. She tilted her hips slightly, giving him the perfect view.

Haruto’s hand trembled slightly as he parted her thighs further, the trimmer buzzing in his grip. He leaned close, his face almost level with her wet slit, and gently pressed the machine against her mound. The little hairs fell away as he moved slowly, carefully, not wanting to nick her soft skin.

Ayame moaned softly, more from the intimacy of the act than the trimming itself. "Be gentle... it feels strange, but... kind of exciting..."

Haruto trimmed the upper mound first, leaving it smooth and bare. Then, carefully, he moved lower, his fingers parting her folds so he could reach every bit of hair. The sight of her wet pussy, open and twitching under his hands, made his cock ache.

The trimmer buzzed close to her clit, and Ayame gasped sharply, her hips jerking. "H-Haruto... careful... ahh..."

He smirked, steadying her with his free hand, his thumb brushing against her inner thigh. With slow, deliberate care, he removed the last stray hairs until her pussy was completely bare, glistening and perfect.

When he turned the trimmer off, the silence was filled only by their breaths. Haruto ran his hand over her smooth mound, his fingers slipping easily over the slickness coating her folds.

Ayame bit her lip, her face flushed. "Now it’s clean... and ready for you."

Haruto’s cock throbbed hard at the sight, his hand still stroking her freshly trimmed, wet pussy.