I undressed, washed, and got into the tub. A big bath after a while was great. And needless to say I did not commit the catastrophic act of trying to peep at the women’s side.
It’s physically impossible anyway — the dividing wall is way too high. I soaked, got out, and was sipping a coffee-milk in a private rest cubicle when Reona and Riona emerged. They both looked mildly dissatisfied.
“I waited the whole time to see when you’d peep, Ryouya-kun, and you did nothing.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to.”
“My feminine pride is slightly bruised.”
“If I had peeped, you would have killed me, and I would have also been killed by everyone else.”
Reona started smirking. Riona looked vaguely pleased too. Trap incoming.
“So Ryouya thinks me and Nee-chan would be okay.”
“I’d like further explanation of that, please.”
“I-I just figured Reona and Riona’s bodies are something I’ve already technically seen, so.”
I had seen them naked during the bathroom intrusion and the love hotel. The number of Japanese teenage boys who’ve seen a classmate naked is vanishingly small.
“Ryouya-kun is the first boy to see me and Riona naked, you should be proud.”
“We’ve handed Ryouya our long-cherished first.”
“That phrasing is misleading, please reframe.”
“Misleading how — describe in detail.”
This was a losing argument; I shut up. We slid into a long rest at the cubicle.
“Oh, idea — want a massage from me and Riona?”
“What brought this on?”
“Been into massage videos lately, want to test on someone.”
“Then I’ll take it.”
“Lie face up here.”
I obeyed. Massage started — they were good. I was about to drift off when their hands ventured into places I had not anticipated.
“H-hey wait!?”
“Yelling, why?”
“Crotch and underarms are fine.”
“The video said to focus there.”
What kind of video had they been watching. Definitely not a normal massage video. They were not stopping.
“H-haa, ah—!?”
“Ryouya-kun, you’re making girl noises.”
“That’s evidence the massage is working.”
I made an embarrassing sound under their hands and could not get them to stop. Mercifully we were in a private cubicle and not visible from outside — but a loud sound could carry.
If anyone witnessed this — gender-flipped, it would be sexual harassment, but as it stood it was being inflicted on me.
Worse, viewed from outside, I could be misread as a man forcing girls into kink in public while moaning by himself. Career ending.
So under their assault, I held back any sound and endured. They looked thoroughly entertained.
“Looks like the rain stopped. Home time.”
“Good change of pace.”
”…Yeah.”
After undergoing “massage” — quote-unquote — I was more tired than when I’d arrived, and could only manage one syllable.
———
He won’t cross the last line, but other than that he’ll let Ryouya-kun do anything to him, evidently…