Terrible Tornado had a neatly folded white towel on her head, her flushed little face looked luscious, like a small mushroom peeking out after the rain.
She sat huddled with her knees pulled up in a shallow corner of the hot spring pool, trying to use this posture to isolate herself from the annoying man next to her.
However, her beautiful emerald green eyes were filled with an unshakeable vexation.
The blush on her cheeks, under the steam of the water, appeared even more luscious, as if a gentle pinch would make water seep out.
White mist rose and swirled around her, dreamlike and illusory, adorning this private hot spring like a fairyland.
However, Terrible Tornado was not in the mood to appreciate it.
Through the occasionally dispersing mist, one could faintly glimpse her delicate body, moistened by the warm spring water.
Her slender, exquisite collarbones were like butterfly wings, and her round, fair shoulders gleamed with a moist luster.
Her tender, fair body, swaying slightly in the water, had graceful curves, possessing both the unique innocence of a young girl and the mature charm of forced ripeness.
Her skin, already fairer than snow, now, like her flushed little head, was tinged with an intoxicating crimson.
It was unclear whether it was from the steaming hot vapor or from Han Sen, whose splashing sounds occasionally came from next door.
Just as she was lost in thought, her mind in chaos, a lazy and magnetic voice, without any warning, sounded in her ear.
"What are you thinking about? Your face is so red. Is the water too hot, or are you savoring what I just said?"
"!!!"
Terrible Tornado turned her head sharply, her pupils suddenly contracting.
She saw that Han Sen had, at some unknown point, passed through the Psychokinesis barrier she had set up, appearing silently behind her like a ghost crossing dimensions, almost pressing against her back.
"You... how did you get over here?!"
Terrible Tornado was so startled she almost jumped up, then immediately realized her state and quickly shrank back into the water.
She instinctively gathered her Psychic power, pushing her body like a small white fish, wanting to create distance, but an iron-vice-like arm easily encircled her slender waist, pulling her whole body back, making her unable to move.
"You should know, your barrier is useless against me."
Han Sen chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing her earlobe, making her shrink her neck sensitively, her earlobes instantly turning transparently red, "Tonight... the little wildcat that has been caught has nowhere to escape."
He lowered his head, looking at the little green-haired cat in his arms, stiff all over, bristling but not daring to truly resist with all her might, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
"Alright, stop pouting, the water temperature is just right."
An undeniable tone, gentle yet domineering actions.
Han Sen picked up a soft towel with his other hand, dampened it with warm spring water, and placed it on her smooth, delicate back.
"I'll scrub your back for you."
All of Terrible Tornado's struggles, all her arrogance and stubbornness, ultimately turned into helpless whimpers and submissive trembles under those magical hands that roamed her smooth, beautiful back.
In the swirling steam, only increasingly rapid breathing remained, and the ever-more melodious warbling of orioles from the deep valley, as the water was stirred.
...
...
After bathing, dressed in the loose yukata provided by the inn, Han Sen and Terrible Tornado sat side by side under the wooden eaves outside the lounge.
The night breeze was exceptionally refreshing, carrying the fresh scent of mountain herbs and trees, dispelling the last trace of heat brought by the hot spring bath.
Terrible Tornado had returned to her strong, simple, and rough style, her arms crossed over her chest, pressing her already inconspicuous curves into a slight undulation.
She tried hard to keep a straight face, attempting to regain her former dignity as 'Terrible Tornado'.
Yet, she didn't know how adorable her current appearance, with puffed cheeks and wandering eyes, was in Han Sen's eyes.
After a long silence, Terrible Tornado finally couldn't resist the protest from her stomach and spoke dryly.
"I'm hungry."
Her voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness after a battle, sounding somewhat unconfident.
Han Sen turned his head, looking at her awkward little face, which was clearly written with "I'm very proud but you'd better be sensible," and the corner of his mouth curved into a beautiful smile.
"Indeed, the consumption just now was a bit much, I'm hungry too."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a feather precisely tickling Terrible Tornado's most sensitive nerve.
He deliberately emphasized the word "consumption."
Terrible Tornado's body stiffened imperceptibly, and her cheeks, which had just slightly cooled down from the night breeze, suddenly "whooshed" and burned up again, even her small, round earlobes were tinged with an alluring pink.
"Hmph—"
She abruptly turned her head, facing Han Sen with the back of her head, as if trying to use this childish method to hide her embarrassment and guilt.
In this battle today, she lost, lost completely.
Whether it was the terrifying Psychokinesis confrontation capable of shaking the earth, or the close-quarters combat she believed she wouldn't lose to anyone...
From body to mind, she was thoroughly conquered by this man in an almost crushing manner.
And then...
He ate her up completely.
"What do you want to eat?"
Han Sen seemed not to notice her awkwardness, his voice sounded again, carrying a hint of lazy amusement.
Terrible Tornado was silent for a moment, then squeezed out two words through clenched teeth.
"Whatever."
Leaving the hot spring resort, Han Sen took Terrible Tornado to a seemingly stylish Western restaurant in a nearby city.
After being seated, he didn't even look at the menu and smiled at the waiter who came to serve them.
"Excuse me, could we start with a matcha cream puff to tide us over?"
"Matcha cream puff...?"
Terrible Tornado didn't think much of it at first; she had never been particularly fond of such sweet pastries, so she just frowned and didn't object.
However, when the waiter brought the exquisite dessert to the table, she froze completely, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt.
In the center of the pristine bone china plate lay several plump, round, green cream puffs.
A layer of emerald green matcha powder was evenly sprinkled on the golden, crispy shells, as fine as high-quality velvet.
The most enticing part was that the top of each cream puff had been cleverly cut open with a small silver knife, creating a small opening.
A large amount of white, dense, and fragrant cream overflowed from the opening.
It uncontrollably piled up into a small, trembling peak, with a luscious, bright red strawberry playfully adorning the very top.
That emerald green powder...
That pristine white cream...
That full shape, as if it could no longer bear the weight and would completely burst from the inside out at any moment...
Boom!
It was as if a volcano erupted in her mind; Terrible Tornado's delicate little face flushed at a visible speed, the crimson color spreading from her neck all the way to her temples, finally almost dripping with blood.
Those images, which she had forcibly suppressed deep in her memory and were so shameful they made her want to destroy the world, now surged like a breached flood, overwhelming all her psychological defenses.
At once, those few sweet and delicious matcha cream puffs on the table seemed so evil yet so innocent.
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