My girlfriend is a bad lady

The two put on slippers, and Watanabe Toru took towels and clothes and went to the hot spring that belonged to this room alone.

"The hot spring gushes out from the mountain and flows into the Pacific Ocean. It's very clean. Before coming here, I asked the boss to clean it up."

"good."

"Wait a minute, where will we travel? Should I build a house there first, or buy a new one?"

"That would actually limit the pleasure of traveling freely and going wherever you want. Like this time, just let people change all their things."

"Listen to you."

The path leading to the private hot spring is planted with daisy flowers, ghost ferns, and phoenix pines.

There was also a shallow stream as wide as a palm, with daffodils blooming with small white flowers on both sides.

The hot springs highlight the natural charm, and the only artificial trace is the exquisite stone lanterns on the ground.

The two took off their clothes and entered the hot spring.

With my whole body immersed in it, only my shoulders slightly exposed, I leaned my back against the hot spring and looked out at the sea under the setting sun.

The atmosphere is so cozy and peaceful that one doesn't want to talk.

But because it is so rare, Watanabe Toru couldn't help but feel regretful:

“I wish it would stay like this forever.”

Miki Kujo moved slightly, causing ripples in the hot spring, and she snuggled in Toru Watanabe's arms.

The rising water vapor and the soft lights are intertwined together.

It was a quiet evening. Apart from the flow of hot spring water, the only sound could be heard was the rubbing of leaves against each other.

After reluctantly soaking in the hot spring, the two returned to the room.

I called the front desk and a waiter immediately brought dinner.

"excuse me."

The two people who came in were both waitresses, and they were both wearing light green kimonos, which were perfect for spring.

They knelt beside the table for two and set the food plates at a moderate pace.

The movements were graceful, and each time a dish was served, one of them would softly introduce the origin of the dish.

Abalone from Izu, cantaloupe sweet soup from Shizuoka, early spring spawning anchovies from Lake Biwa, vegetables from a certain garden, lobsters from somewhere, and crabs caught at some time.

Their voices are soft and soothing, like the sound of raindrops hitting the green tiles on a rainy day.

When placing chopsticks and towels, they would bend slightly, hold them with both hands, and place them respectfully in front of the two people.

"You two, please use it slowly. If you have any questions, please ask."

They bowed slightly, knelt down and took a few steps back, then stood up and walked towards the door in small steps.

After leaving the room, he bowed to the two of them again and then gently closed the door.

The room returned to silence, and Toru Watanabe looked at Miki Kujo in front of him.

"When will the geisha I ordered come? If she doesn't come, I will be unhappy." He said with a smile.

Miki Kujo gave him an unpleasant look, put down the chopsticks she had just picked up, and turned into the bedroom.

Watanabe Toru was the only one left, but his heartbeat filled the entire room.

After taking a bite of the dish, he put down his chopsticks, picked up the tea and drank it, but still felt unsatisfied and couldn't help pouring some sake.

After drinking several mouthfuls, the surging blood finally eased a little, and he began to eat the food bite by bite.

About ten minutes later, Miki Kujo came out.

She tied her hair up behind her head and put a hairpin in it.

The style of the kimono she was wearing was similar to the one Watanabe Toru wore before he took a bath.

The bright red color and the small geisha fan in her hand do not make her look seductive at all on Kujo Miki.

She walked slowly, her kimono skirt trailing slightly on the ground, looking gorgeous.

In the bright yellow light in the house, she looked like the most beautiful and noble woman in the Great Orleans.

Watanabe Toru stared at her intently.

Miki Kujo walked up to him, slowly knelt down, picked up the wine cup, and poured wine for Watanabe Toru with lowered brows.

At the same time, she said softly:

"Master, what kind of dance do you want to see?"

Toru Watanabe drank the wine in one gulp and managed to control his emotions a little.

"Is there a dance where a woman can't sleep alone and misses a man?"

"Yes." Kujo Miki replied softly.

She put down the wine cup and stood up gracefully and charmingly.

Watanabe Toru could only lend himself the money to pour himself some wine so that he could resist the urge to put his arms around her slender waist and hold her in his arms.

Kujo Miki stepped away a few steps, pinched the hairpin between her index finger and thumb, and gently pulled it out.

That beautiful black hair poured down like flowing water.

She opened her fan and began to dance and sing.

"Black-haired..."

The song is sad and long, full of affection.

She has a slender figure, graceful dancing movements, elegant and graceful posture, and is charming, noble and gorgeous.

Occasionally she would cover her face with the sleeves of her kimono and glance at Watanabe Toru with her beautiful eyes.

"Come to me." This was the first sentence Watanabe Toru said after watching the dance and listening to the music.

Miki Kujo swayed her body like a red rose blown by the spring breeze.

When she was almost in front of Watanabe Toru, she cried out "Ah!" and fell into Watanabe Toru's arms.

Just when Watanabe Toru couldn't control himself and reached out to hold her in his arms, she pushed him away with both hands.

"Master, I only dance and entertain guests, I don't accept guests." She turned her head slightly.

The two of them were very close to each other, and because of the fall just now, her black hair with a faint fragrance was still on Watanabe Toru's chest.

"Don't think about that. I just want to help you, young lady." As he said this, Watanabe Toru reached into the hem of her kimono skirt and kneaded her thighs through her white stockings.

Miki Kujo gently pushed his chest with both hands, separating their bodies and turning her face away shyly.

"If the master continues like this, I'm going back." She said in a slightly childish manner.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." Watanabe Toru raised his hands.

Kujo Miki immediately smiled and said like a child, "Then I'll pour some wine for the master."

Watanabe Toru drank the wine poured by Kujo Miki and asked, "Where are you from, young lady?"

"Iwate Prefecture."

"Oh, nice place, I've been there."

"Where are you from, sir?" Miki Kujo picked up some food for him with chopsticks in one hand and held it under his chin with the other hand.

Every time Toru Watanabe finished a bite of food, she would pick up the towel with her slender hands and carefully wipe his mouth.

"Tokyo."

"I've been there, too. Rich people even asked me to dance with them on their birthdays."

"Amazing! Looks very famous?"

"That's right. I've danced for many foreigners!"

"Oh?"

"Hello, I'm Kujo Miki. I'm happy to dance for you."

"Chinese." Watanabe Toru nodded.

"Hello, I'm Kujo Miki, from Hawaii, USA."

“Americans also watch Japanese dance?”

"It's easiest to cheat foreigners out of their money; they don't know anything." Miki Kujo raised her snow-white neck proudly.

"So amazing? How old are you this year?"

"Twelve years old."

"...Wait, change it, at least fourteen years old?"

Kujo Miki giggled and said, "I was kidding. I'm fourteen and a half years old."

"How dare you lie to the master." Watanabe Toru grabbed her warm little hand.

"Oh, no, I will get scolded." Kujo Miki pretended to pull her hand back.

"Just touch your hands."

"It's really not possible."

"Don't you like me?"

"Hate it. How can you say you like me when we just met for the first time? I'm not such a frivolous person."

"But I fell in love with you at first sight." Watanabe Toru put his face close to her and sniffed her neck.

Because of the tickle, Kujo Miki let out a sweet and touching laugh.

Finally, she panted slightly and pushed away Watanabe Toru's sniffing face with her slender white fingers.

"Guest, if you continue like this, I really have to go back."

"Okay, then it's ok for you to touch my hand, right?" Toru Watanabe sat back down.

Kujo Miki didn't say anything, but used her free hand to pour him wine.

After dinner, Watanabe Toru only touched the little hand and smelled the fragrance of the hair.

"I'm leaving." Miki Kujo bowed slightly and prepared to stand up.

Watanabe Toru reached out and held her: "Look out the window."

"What?" Miki Kujo was still playing the role of a little girl, looking out the window innocently.

"What's blue in the ocean?"

"Where is the blue? Why can't I see it?" Miki Kujo stood up and walked over, looking for it in the dark sea.

Although she was looking at the sea, her attention was all behind her.

It was as if she had really become a geisha who had to rush back and could not stay overnight, dealing with customers who tried to eat her.

My body tensed up a little, and I wondered when Toru Watanabe would lose control of himself.

Just then, the footsteps of Toru Watanabe were heard behind him, and he was slowly approaching.

Should I stand beside you or hug you from behind?

Before she could finish her thought, a pair of arms came from behind and reached in front of her, like a big and soft net, trapping her, the little bird.

At that moment, in Kujo Miki's vision, the dark sea seemed to have really turned blue, while the bright yellow lights in the house began to blur.

In the blurry light and shadow, Toru Watanabe's face slowly approached and kissed her gently on the lips.

Kujo Miki retreated.

But the more she struggled, the tighter Watanabe Toru held her.

Their lips kept kissing each other, she gradually became excited and her face began to turn red.

"No, I have to go back." She finally turned her head away from Watanabe Toru's kiss.

Watanabe Toru's face came close again, and Kujo Miki was hugged very tightly. She had nowhere to hide and could only keep her mouth shut.

But those greedy lips did not bully her again.

Her hair was pushed aside, and something came close to her ears. She shrank down because she was ticklish.