Yasushi and Yumeko were sitting in their private onsen, attached to their room, with a mesmerizing view of the mountains stretching out in front of them. The warm water lapped gently around them, steam rising into the cool evening air. The soft glow of the lanterns gave the place a calm, intimate atmosphere, yet the silence between them felt almost awkward.
Yumeko seemed unusally shy; cheeks flushed, keeping a careful distance from Yasushi, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hide.
Is she really the same person who let me carry her home and undress her without a second thought? The one who invited me to spend the night at her place just a few nights ago?
It was as if a switch had flipped inside her. Ever since she had realized her feelings, she'd become painfully aware of every little touch. Even the accidental brush of their hands sent an electric jolt through her body, leaving her flustered.
She covered her face with her palms. I'm acting like I've never been with a guy before...
She found herself automatically repeating the same thought as always to calm down; There's nothing to be afraid of, it's Yasushi. He's the most considerate person I know. He would never do anything inappropriate. The words circled in her mind like a mantra, but for how long had she been using them to suppress what she truly wanted?
She stole a glance at him, her heart fluttering even more vividly; noticing the masculine lines hidden beneath his gentle appearance.
"Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit?" he asked, sensing her nervousness.
"No," she blurted out without thinking.
Slowly, hesitantly, she slid closer. Then closer again, until there was barely any space left between them.
Yasushi's eyes locked onto her, filled with quiet anticipation.
He was so patient. But just because he kept his composure, it didn't mean he lacked passion. He...
Then the fleeting moment vanished as Yasushi's phone rang from inside.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'll get rid of them." He went back into the apartment to answer the call.
A few moments later, Yumeko followed.
"Look, I can't meet you this weekend, I'm sorry. I need to go now," he explained into the phone.
By the time he finished, Yumeko had wrapped herself tightly in her robe and stepped into the room. As she closed the door behind her, the sash of her robe caught on the handle, causing her to stumble and fall with a not so graceful thud. The robe slipped halfway off her body, exposing her naked body.
„Yumeko, are you okay?"
Before she could gather herself, Yasushi was already at her side. He scooped her up into his arms and gently placed her on the bed. Yumeko pulled her robe tightly around her again, cheeks flushed from embarrassment.
Her palms were bleeding slightly, just small cuts, but Yasushi had already fetched the emergency kit. He cleaned the wounds with disinfectant, his touch careful and steady, then placed bandages over them.
"Where else does it hurt?" he asked, his voice low and soft.
She averted her gaze. "I'm fine," she murmured.
Yasushi chuckled lightly. "Try that lie on someone who doesn't know you so well."
Her cheeks reddened even more.
"You fell on your right side, didn't you?" he pressed, eyes scanning her body. "Will you let me check it?"
She hesitated, then slowly loosened her grip on the robe and nodded. Yasushi's fingers gently slid the fabric from her shoulder, letting it pool around her on the bed. Her side was already turning red and swollen, a bruise forming beneath the skin.
He opened the ointment and dipped his fingers into the cool gel. "I'll rub this in... Tell me if it hurts, or... if you want me to stop."
His touch was featherlight as he began massaging the ointment into her side, careful not to press too hard. Yumeko flinched at the initial contact but quickly relaxed under his hands.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"No... It's..." Her voice trailed off, breath catching in her throat. A strange warmth spread through her where his fingers touched, both from the ointment and something far more intimate.
His fingers moved in slow, widening circles, skimming along the curve of her hip. He glanced at her face, seeking permission before letting his touch drift lower, brushing the outer swell of her buttock. Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away.
"Can I continue?" he asked, his voice husky.
Her head dipped forward, hair falling to shield her face, but she nodded, barely perceptible.
Yasushi reached for a damp cloth, pressing the cool fabric to the bruised area. The chill made her shiver. His hand moved higher, fingers grazing the side of her breast where the skin was tender and swollen. He worked the ointment into the bruised flesh, trying to be as delicate as possible, but there was no avoiding the curve of her breast beneath his palm.
Their breathing grew heavier, filling the quiet room. Yumeko's body betrayed her, every inch of her responding to his touch. Her nipples strained, goosebumps rising along her skin.
"That's... enough..." she whispered, voice barely steady. "You've covered everything..."
"Yumeko..." His voice was low, thick with something she couldn't name. "May I touch you... elsewhere too?"
She didn't look at him, but after a long pause, she gave a small nod again.
But instead of reaching for the obvious places, Yasushi's fingers tilted her chin, turning her face toward him. Their eyes met, and she felt it impossible to resist him anyomre.
His thumb brushed along her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open with a soft sigh. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Savoring her as if he had never tasted anything more satisfying.
His hands tarced down her neck, pausing at her breasts. His mouth followed the path of his fingers. He kissed her curves too, gentle, reverent, before continuing down her stomach, his fingers exploring every inch of her yielding body. When he finally found the heat waiting between her thighs, she was already slick and trembling beneath him.
It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Every movement of his hands, every press of his lips, carried a tenderness that made her dizzy. She never would have believed that tenderness, attention, and respect could be so intoxicating.
Yumeko came quickly, her whole body trembling, but Yasushi didn't stop. His tongue continued its journey, savoring her, now trailing down the soft skin of her inner thighs. He grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his neck, trapping himself in their grip. He kissed her there; slow, teasing, deliberate, before grazing his teeth against her skin with a hunger that sent a shiver through her. The pleasure was so intense she nearly came again, just from that.
He traced his lips further down, worshiping every inch of her, pressing soft kisses along her legs, down to her feet, as if no part of her deserved to be left untouched. He made her feel like a goddess.
Then, her body tensed slightly. Always noticing the slightest of her reactions, he halted, lifting his gaze.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, voice low, thick with desire.
"You could say that," she murmured, pushing herself up from the bed and crawling toward him, where he still knelt on the floor. Her fingers found the edge of his robe, slowly pulling it open.
"You have way too many clothes on," she whispered.
As the fabric slipped from his shoulders and pooled onto the floor, her breath caught. Her eyes widened at the sight of him; his body taut, sculpted, powerful… and the way he stood before her, painfully hard, impossibly tempting.
Yasushi leaned over her, guiding her back onto the bed, his body towering over hers.
She lay beneath him, breathless, her pulse racing. His cock pressed against her, teasing, sliding against her slickness but not yet pushing in.
Their eyes locked. A shared hunger. A shared torment.
"May I?" he murmured, against her lips.
"Please," she gasped, her need spiraling into desperation. "Do it."
Tatsuya was working fiercely on his new songs, putting all his energy into creating something fresh. He tried reaching out to both Kaito and Yasushi, eager to show them his progress, to practice together. But they were unavailable.
At least Yasushi had the decency to brush him off. But Kaito? He didn't even pick up the phone. Which was strange. Kaito was always on his phone, but now he wasn't even online. But Tatsuya figured it probably wasn't anything serious. Little did he know, in that very moment, Kaito was being dragged into a police car, his hands cuffed behind him.
So, he carried on by himself. He recorded everything himself; bass, guitar, drums, vocals. Each part separately. He felt like a one-man band.
That night, being alone at home, the thought kept running through his mind. What if I started a solo career? He could be the bassist, guitarist, drummer, and vocalist; all of it, recorded separately, just him and his instruments.
Why not give it a try? Why wait for the others?
The idea of doing it all on his own was suddenly so appealing, so freeing. The thought of putting in the extra effort somehow didn't scare him anymore; in fact, it felt invigorating. He was ready to push himself in ways he hadn't before. It was all in his control now.