oomukade onsen (greentext)

>get a ticket to an onsen resort from a prize drawing
>it's deep in the mountains, but whatever paid trip
>the bus comes to a stop, leaving you at the front
>the name on the entrance and the ticket match, so this is the place
>the innkeeper guides you to your room and quickly leaves, probably to attend other arrivals
>decide to go for a soak
>it's only one spring, and mixed-gender at that
>suddenly, you can hear something skittering against cobblestone
>you see a girl standing at least eight feet high though aside from her centipede lower-half, she's more closer to four and a half before her pelvis goes into the bug parts
>you've heard about these before, ookumade or something like that
>supposedly recluses until they get in front of a guy, then they'll poison him and drag him off as a cocktoy
>they're weak against saliva, and you remember keeping some jolly ranchers in your trunks pocket before came down here
>might as well make the best of it
>find one left, it's blue raspberry, whatever
>the centipede skitters over, and to her surprise you strip down, not even bothering to cover up as you step in the spring
>she's quick to take your trunks and set them aside in on a set of shelves before coming back to accompany you
>she's pretty direct, her bug parts are inches away from you while she's giving your cheek a good feel of her B-cups
"Why don't I keep you company? I'll let you taste them as much as you like."
>it's there you see the maxillipeds on the end of her tail trying to catch you in the side
>before she can get the drop, you pull her torso into your arms and help yourself to the underside of her jaw
>the things on the side of her neck are twitching, and you can feel her legs squirming against yours
>she slips down, letting you get in mouth-distance of her
>you close the distance, the taste of blue raspberry being sloshed with that of an unusual spiciness from her
>you dance the nectar against your tongue before giving her a taste as well
>it feels like an hour passed when you let her fall limp against the side of the spring, a lust-drunk blush smeared across her face
>you reach inside, taking out the blue candy lozenge from her lips with a pop
>you run it down her jaw, neck and further until it's in the center of her chest
>bon appetit