A story about running into a girl who lives in the neighborhood in a public bathhouse.

After college, I got a job as a tax official. My classmates at the university went to work in spectacular places such as AI-related companies, but I had no such ambitions.
However, I had no idea that I would be sent to a town office in the countryside. I had thought that I would be working at a tax office in the city, where I would expose the evil of corporations, but even a country town needs a tax office.

The problem is that this rural town is really lacking in entertainment.
It seems to be an area with a large Japanese-American population, and it is not bad to be exposed to Japanese culture in a new and stimulating way. I am often impressed by Japanese culture and philosophy.
However, sometimes I miss the bars and dance halls that play loud black music.

The girl next door

A Japanese-American family lives next door to me.
They are very polite and quiet. They are just like the Japanese Americans I had heard about, and they follow American rules without being pushy.
They don’t seem to be very good at parties and dancing, but I appreciate that they understand our culture in their own way.

However, the girl in this house seems to have a very different personality from her parents. She is always running around energetically. For the first six months I thought she was a boy, but when I asked, I found out she was a girl.

The woman’s name is Yuna. My Japanese friends tell me that it is a feminine name that sounds reserved and quiet, but it is not at all.
She is the kind of girl who is always playing with boys.

She seems to be an athlete and has been running around here lately as fast as she can. I don’t know if she is an adult or not, but since Japanese people look younger than they look, she is probably an adult. At first, I even thought the neighbor’s wife was a minor.

I had assumed it was a boy because of his tanned skin color and short hair, but it was definitely a girl, judging by his sweat-bleached shirt.

She was very friendly to me, not caring that her T-shirt was transparent and I could see her bra. I came from the city and had no acquaintances, so I can say that she is my first friend in this town.

At a public bathhouse

To be honest, Japanese food is not enough for me because of its light taste and small portions.
I don’t dislike manga and anime, but when I see the lower caste of the school caste making a splash, it’s not a hobby I want to get too deep into.

But this culture of public bathhouses, this is very, very good.

At first it was hard to get used to the idea of being completely naked, but when I actually did it, I felt as if I was free from something. I had been embarrassed to show my genitals, but when I saw that the Japanese did not mind at all, it seemed silly to be ashamed.

In Japan, the baths are divided into men’s and women’s baths, but here they do not seem to have such a budget, and are divided into men’s day and women’s day depending on the day of the week. I look forward to soaking in the hot water here every Wednesday when I finish work early.

One Wednesday, while soaking in the hot water as usual, an unexpected incident occurred.

Unusual visitors

Since the Japanese work late at night, I usually occupy the bathtub by myself at this time.
Today, however, it seemed that someone had unusually arrived.
I looked down at the changing room and saw Yuna there.

It was the first time I saw her wearing a skirt. What are those clothes? Is it a school uniform?

She doesn’t notice me. Apparently, she is engrossed in the World Series, which is currently playing on the TV in the changing room.

Today, Wednesday, is men’s day, should I hurry up and tell them? But if I go naked, it would be sexual harassment.

In the meantime, she is working on the hook of her bra. I don’t know what to do…

Her body is tanned and thin, but she certainly has beautiful feminine nipples.
My optic nerves are doing their best to see them.

I always thought she was childish, but in situations like this you can’t help but feel that she is a woman.

I was finally down to just a pair of shorts. My reason tells me to tell her quickly, and my instinct tells me to just watch.

This was the moment when instinct won the battle between reason and instinct. I decided to look at her naked body as much as I wanted, until she realized that I was already there.

Apparently, the World Series has taken a break. She comes into this room filled with steam.

Encounter with naked girls

Hello.

What? What? Why are you here?

I told her that today is Wednesday, Men’s Day.

She crumpled to the floor in embarrassment.

Oh, no. That’s not true! Today, …

No, I see! It’s Wednesday!

My naked… Did you see me naked…?

Yeah, I saw you, but what’s the point of seeing a kid naked?

You treat me like a child again …

But, okay then! To you I look like a child, don’t I?

I’m so sweaty and dirty, can I take a bath?

Is there any other answer to this question than yes? No, there cannot be.

She washes herself.

In Japanese-style bathing, it is considered etiquette to wash oneself before getting into the bathtub. Of course, I wash myself thoroughly before getting into the bath.

She seems a little concerned about the way we look at her, but she doesn’t seem to know what kind of look it is.

But there was a time when I thought Yuna was a boy, and I wondered why I had never noticed this lustrous body.

Let’s be honest. My penis is fully erect.

But let me ask you, dear readers. Is there any man who would not get an erection after seeing this in the flesh?

Yuna and I soak in the bathtub together.

I never knew tanning marks could be so erotic…

The defenseless Yuna is still unaware that my crotch is in a state of limbo.

She probably never imagined that a man living in her neighborhood would feel sexual desire for her.

Yuna talks to me, but I can barely get the content out of my head.

Half of my brain is focused on Yuna’s boobs.

And the other half of my mind is focused on the glimpses of her vagina.
Now, if I took an IQ test, I’m pretty sure it would be as close to zero as possible.

She noticed I had an erection.

Huh? What’s wrong with you? You’re holding your stomach…

Oh… By any chance ….
Do you have a boner?

Huh? Who was it that treated me like a child?

Hey, you want to see me naked more, don’t you?

I deny it at all costs. But my reason has already been taken down in the first round. Is there any chance of reversing the situation in the second round…?

Despite such male feelings, Yuna boldly provokes him. I guess she is taking advantage of the fact that she is usually treated like a child.

The Defeat of Reason

The glimpse of Ituna’s vagina completely knocked me out of my wits.
My reason was broken. All that remained was for my instincts to run rampant.

Wait, what are you doing to me?!

This is too much… I’m shy, stop it…

Do you… want to… with me…?

I gently pouted my lips. She responded by putting her lips on top of mine.

Instinct to strike back

It’s… my first time… so go easy on me…

!!!!!!!!!

It hurts a little bit. …. It’s ok…

She surrenders herself to the slight pain and the pleasure that surpasses it. I, on my part, surrender to the slight guilt and the pleasure that surpasses it.

Are you… going to… finish inside…?

My instincts poured sperm into her womb without hesitation. What I couldn’t put into her small body flooded outward.

But my instincts tell me to fight round two.
Reason, already defeated, cannot resist it.

Round 2

Huh? We do it over there?

I’m embarrassed by this outfit …..

I want to masturbate 100 more times, so I ask him to let me take Yuna’s picture.

Twice… we ended up doing it twice, huh…

What? My picture? You’re going to take my picture?

Well, if you want to go that far….

END.