Steam's thick as hell in the hot spring, turning the courtyard into a hazy-ass dream. Lanterns blur, night melts—pure vibe.
Towel's barely legal, clinging to the essentials and teasing the rest. Skin's flushed pink, collarbones dipping with every breath. Long legs pressed tight, knees knocking from nerves.
Honglian's fresh-out-the-shower glow is lethal. Blue hair damp, droplets racing down her spine, over hips, vanishing under the towel or plinking on stone. Lips bitten raw, cheeks hotter than the spring—like sunset bled into clouds.
Bare feet hit the water. Ripples roll out. She's locked on the boy in the pool, no turning back.
Water climbs—ankles, calves, thighs—loving on her like it's got hands. Towel soaks through, turning see-through, hugging every shy curve.
Deep breath. Fuck it. She lets the current win. Towel floats off like a white flag. Naked. All in.
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She closes the gap, arms shaking but sure, wrapping around Makoto. Skin on skin—electric.
"M-Makoto-sama…" Face buried in his neck, voice wet and whimpery. "It's… my birthday. Can you… take me?"
Hair sticks to her back, water tracing every line, dripping between them.
Half a year ago? Starving stray on a dead island, eyes full of please don't hurt me. Now? Face blooming, body filling out—soft, new, ripe. Fruit begging to be picked.
Makoto feels the tremble. Not cold. Nerves. Want. All-in.
Flashbacks hit: shelter, jutsu, food, safety. He built her a life. Didn't see the crush coming—blindside.
But this? Birthday bombshell, clumsy and brave as hell. Worship in her eyes.
He scans: wet blue hair, crimson cheeks, eyes glassy with please. Underwater—buds, not bombs, but growing.
He ain't no saint. She's close, but not there. Needs a little more seasoning.
Fingertips graze her shoulder—tense, then melt. He chuckles, low and rough.
"You're still a lil' young, babe."
Teasing, light—don't crush the hustle.
"Can't rush the chef."
Honglian glances down—towel long gone, water hiding nothing. Curves? There. Just not stacked yet.
Face nukes—ears, neck, everything red. But she don't back down. Head snaps up, eyes fierce through the steam.
"I'll grow fast! Wait for me—I won't let you down!"
Clings tighter. Legs sneak around his waist—smooth, slick—pressing everything to his chest. Soft gives, heat bleeds through the water. Heartbeat like a jackhammer.
Makoto's iron control slips—body locks for a split second. Something wakes up downstairs.
Deep breath. Down, boy.
He rubs her wet hair, soft. "Deal. And drop the 'sama'—just Makoto."
Her head jerks up—eyes sparkle like he handed her the moon. Joy floods. She buries back in, sniffing him like he's home.
He said yes. He SAID YES.
From mud to this—his arms, his heat. She'd trade lifetimes for it.
Purrs like a kitten, rubbing closer. Mine.
Makoto's eyes go dark, hand stroking her back—slow, savoring. This is torture…
Steam wraps 'em like a blanket. Heartbeats sync. Promise hangs in the air, thick and sweet.
He knows her—stubborn. Seed's planted. Give it time, she'll climb him if he waits too long.
Smirk flickers. Let's see how bold you get.
Then—twitch. Ears catch footsteps. Familiar. Closing in.
Grin sharpens. He pulls her tighter—mine—and waits for the show.