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Misha Extra - Obligatory Hot Springs Scene

Jul 13th, 2012
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  1. The hall roars with conversation as the hotel staff shuffle around the room, stacking trays and other dishes onto a large cart.
  2.  
  3. “That was delicious~.” Misha sighs as she lays back on the ground, rubbing her belly. Shizune and I nod in agreement as I translate.
  4.  
  5. “[At least the half of the trip fee we had to pay was worth it. I wasn't about to let them send us to some rundown hotel on the beach.]” Shizune adds on.
  6.  
  7. Ah, I'll never forget that argument. The school was planning this year's 3rd year trip for a resort on the beach, however, it turns out after we did a little research that said hotel was terribly understaffed, and would've been short a couple of rooms. Naturally, Shizune set out to find a better location, and this is what we got, although each individual had to pay whatever amount ran over the school's budget.
  8.  
  9. After a few minutes of relaxation, the three of us rise to our feet and take position in front of the entire class, with Misha clanging two recently procured ladles together to get everyone's attention.
  10.  
  11. “Dinner's over! Make sure you take your baths and turn those lights out by 10PM!” Misha calls out in place of Shizune.
  12.  
  13. At this, everyone jumps to their feet and scrambles towards the bath, eager to get there before the rest of the crowd. However, us three student council members aren't allowed to use the bath until after everyone else.
  14.  
  15. “[It's one of the few traditions I support, so we shall wait in the room until everyone is finished.]” Shizune answers before I even have a chance to question why.
  16.  
  17. The next half hour is spent correcting students on dress code whether it be girls rolling the skirt of their kimono robes up or guys sprinting to the hot spring in their underwear. By the time we get to the room, Shizune's hands are already swinging back and forth in a rant about how incapable of following simple rules today's youth is.
  18.  
  19. “[So does that mean I have to sleep in the hall?]” I ask, having been assigned to the same room as two girls. Normally they'd separate the student council into two reserved rooms, but I guess the lack of attendance has blown that rule out of the water.
  20.  
  21. “{Of course not, we can trust you.]” Shizune replies with a smile.
  22.  
  23. “[Right?]” she adds on as she turns towards Misha.
  24.  
  25. “Sure we can! Hisao's a good boy~! He wouldn't think of attacking a pure maidenwhile she sleeps, right~?” she answers, signing in tandem with her borderline yelling as usual.
  26.  
  27. “'Course not.” I answer.
  28.  
  29. “No problems then~!” Misha replies.
  30.  
  31. At this, Misha flops back onto one of the already laid-out futons, arms outstretched. She's loosened her kimono a bit, which makes it easy to sneak a peek at her ample cleavage. Not that I haven't seen it a million times, but still.
  32.  
  33. “Whatcha lookin' at, Hicchan~?” Misha asks without signing.
  34.  
  35. “What do you think?” I reply, looking away out of embarrassment.
  36.  
  37. “My beautiful face, perhaps?”
  38.  
  39. “Yeah, that works.” I retort, a wry grin emerging on my face.
  40.  
  41. “It's either that or my boobs~, you're lying, aren't you, Hicchan~?”
  42.  
  43. Shizune glances between us, dying to know what we're saying.
  44.  
  45. “Nothing.” I answer.
  46.  
  47. “[Well anyway, it's almost lights-out time. You get out early today, go ahead and take your bath while we make sure no one's breaking curfew.]” Shizune continues.
  48.  
  49. “Are you sure? Why don't you two go first?”
  50.  
  51. “[Because you're not sleeping with two girls smelling like that!]” she answers with a playful grin as she pulls Misha back to her feet and then out of the room.
  52.  
  53. Eh, fair enough. Everyone should be done with their baths by now, so I might even get the entire hot spring to myself!
  54.  
  55. **************************************
  56.  
  57. “I knew playing along with the student council would pay off at some point.” I sigh as I relax, submerged up to my chest in hot water.
  58.  
  59. Steam obscures most everything that isn't six feet away, forcing me to sit with my back to the door to make sure no one mistakes the place for being empty. I'm the last person to bathe, though, so there shouldn't be anyone regardless. Shizune and Misha are off doing discipline duties, so there should be no interruptions from there either.
  60.  
  61. I could fall asleep in here if I wanted. They don't even close the bath until cleaning in the morning! There's two springs for male and female as well, so Shizune would have to break the rules to apprehend me!
  62.  
  63. Misha, on the other hand, would have no problem bursting into the guy's bath to get the jump on me. Hell, she'd probably do so just to tease me, maybe try to convince me that this is actually the girl's bath or something. Then she'd refuse to let me go until I admitted to something incriminating, like staring at her exposed legs as she walks in wearing nothing but a towel.
  64.  
  65. And then even after that she'd block me, offering to wash my back or something.
  66.  
  67. What is today, anyway?
  68.  
  69. As I list off all of the things that have happened in the past few days, a pair of hands grabs me from behind, covering my eyes.
  70.  
  71. “Guess who, Hicchan~!”
  72.  
  73. Oh boy, here we go.
  74.  
  75. “Suzu Suzuki.” I answer aloud, sounding confident.
  76.  
  77. “No, dummy, it's me!”
  78.  
  79. She lets go of my eyes and nudges my head around, leading my eyes right into a dark hole, a center where male sight is absorbed, a bountiful land of happiness and wonder simply waiting for whomsoever does the work to claim it.
  80.  
  81. “Hello, Misha.” I comment to the pair of breasts in front of me.
  82.  
  83. “Up here, Hicchan~!”
  84.  
  85. “Oh, there you are.” I reply with a smirk, gazing into the hazel eyes above me.
  86.  
  87. “You really are a pervert~! Knowing a girl just by her breasts...” she chimes.
  88.  
  89. In front of me is the ever-energetic Shiina Mikado, dubbed Misha either by herself or someone before my time, it's never been made clear. She's crouching down by the edge of the bath clad in nothing but a pearl-white bath towel, her legs clenched together to halt any attempts to see that which should not normally be seen. She's bent over and looking down at me, her bountiful chest about ready to pop out of the towel as they press against her knees.
  90.  
  91. “It's more the voice that gave it away, but I certainly recognize those anywhere.” I retort.
  92.  
  93. She lets out a hearty laugh, which I'm sure just woke up at least one person upstairs.
  94.  
  95. “Wahaha~! Anyway, Hicchan, you know this is the girl's bath, right?”
  96.  
  97. Yep.
  98.  
  99. “It's the guy's bath, I checked before I walked in.” I answer, “more importantly, what are you doing in the men's bath, you little deviant?”
  100.  
  101. “I'm not in the men's bath, you're in the women's bath!” she argues, motioning for me to check the sign outside.
  102.  
  103. I take the bait and am rewarded by Misha snatching my towel off the floor, skipping back to the doorway with her tongue stabbing out at me.
  104.  
  105. “You think I have a problem with this?”
  106.  
  107. I know Shizune's going to be waiting in there. There's no way she can't be.
  108.  
  109. But regardless, I jump onto my feet and pace over to the entrance, one hand over my delicates despite the fact that Misha's not only seen, but touched them more times than I can count.
  110.  
  111. However, right as I look out and confirm that I am, in fact, in the men's bath; Misha grabs me from behind, the firm texture pressing against my back definitely not that of a towel's.
  112.  
  113. “Where you think you're going, Hicchan~?”
  114.  
  115. “Back to the room so I can get some sleep. I was about to finish up here anyway.” I retort.
  116.  
  117. “Really? A cute girl wants to take a bath with you and you're going to leave her in the dust?” she replies. I don't even have to look back to know that she's flashing one of those faux puppy eyes looks at me.
  118.  
  119. “Misha, that implies that you'd even let me touch you.” I argue.
  120.  
  121. “Why wouldn't I? It's not like you're going to try and grab my boobs or anything~!” she argues, squeezing her exposed chest against my back for added emphasis.
  122.  
  123. I let out a deep sigh. There's no point in even playing hard to get with this girl; she could convince Capcom to release Portable 3 in the west if she tried hard enough.
  124.  
  125. She tugs at my wrist with one hand and throws her towel off with the other, keeping her breasts covered as she leads me back to the bath. Having long since been freed of any restraint, my eyes trail up and down her fully-exposed flesh, my mind going over a checklist as my sight slithers over her slim shoulders, full chest, slender waist curving into enticing hips and down into a pair of smooth legs, all the way down to her cute little ankles; not a single blemish or imperfection to be found on her fair skin.
  126.  
  127. Once submerged in the water I find a washcloth being forced into my hand, an expectant Misha straightening out her back and gazing at me from over her shoulder.
  128.  
  129. I wrap the cloth around both of my hands and rub it against her shoulders, unable to resist the allure of of her bare back, the steam surrounding us only adding to the mood.
  130.  
  131. “Was that so hard, Hicchan? Wahaha~!”
  132.  
  133. She lets out gentle sighs of relief as I press the cloth against her skin, a layer of white suds gathering on her back as I gradually work my way down.
  134.  
  135. I contemplate doing her sides as well, taunting her by coming as close as I can to her chest without actually breaking the rules by touching them -- but she'd find some way to turn it against me. I pull the rag away and soak it in the water, wringing it out across her creamy skin before slinging over her shoulder.
  136.  
  137. “There we go.” I assert.
  138.  
  139. “Oh come now, you didn't even wash my front~!” she argues, refusing to turn even an inch toward me as she calls out to no one in particular.
  140.  
  141. “Why would I?” I retort.
  142.  
  143. “Because you agreed to take a bath with me~! You can't just take a bath with a girl without washing all of her~.” she chimes, throwing the washcloth back at me.
  144.  
  145. I let out another in a long line of discontented sighs, taking the washcloth in my hand before wrapping my arms around her and sliding it across her belly.
  146.  
  147. “There you go~...” she sighs, leaning back against me and not even batting an eye as I look down at her, her voluptuous breasts in plain sight, her cute pink nipples sitting as perkily as ever.
  148.  
  149. Even though I've been a victim to “the rules” for almost the entire school year, I'm still left contemplating just how satisfying it'd be to simply drop the cloth and take them into my hands, squeezing, fondling, pinching, doing everything I can to have my way with them before Misha can break free.
  150.  
  151. Of course, it wouldn't be worth it. She has rather strong emotions about being touched by me or anyone else even. The fact that my hands are slithering over her midsection right now is a surprise in itself -- there's been situations where I needed special permission just to hug her before this!
  152.  
  153. “Having fun?” I comment as I look down at her, sponging away all the soap suds while my free hand hangs idly, knowing the risk of even leaving its place.
  154.  
  155. “Mhm~!” she replies.
  156.  
  157. I drop the washcloth into the water and back away, laughing as she loses her balance and flops down into the water.
  158.  
  159. “Hey, that was mean~.”
  160.  
  161. “So are 90% of the things you do to me, but I don't complain.” I retort.
  162.  
  163. “Because you like it when I tease you~!” she argues as she pounces onto me, bumping her forehead against mine as she wraps her arms around my neck.
  164.  
  165. I support myself on my arms, her amber eyes mere inches away from mine. Here we are, two teenagers of opposite genders, alone in a hot spring and completely nude. If we were any other couple, the bath would become a place of distilled lust and indecency.
  166.  
  167. Of course, nothing will happen with us, thanks to everything from her feelings toward me all the way to something simple like what day of the week it is.
  168.  
  169. I don't even bother to respond to her previous assertion, instead averting my gaze.
  170.  
  171. “Fine then, Mr. Hard-to-get, turn around so I can wash your back~.”
  172.  
  173. I think of leaving for a moment before playing right into her hand, turning away and letting the exposed flesh of my back meet her eyes.
  174.  
  175. She scoots forward and wraps one arm around me, her other hand slithering across the floor of the bath as she looks around for the washcloth.
  176.  
  177. “Where'd it go...” she mumbles, the tip of her finger brushing against that-which-must-not-be-named more than enough for it to be accidental. The fact that she lets out a little giggle of satisfaction when she finds that her antics have gotten more than a reaction out of me hints at foul play as well.
  178.  
  179. Eventually the cloth finds its way into her hand and onto my back, which is a little more relaxing than I could've imagined.
  180.  
  181. “How is it, Hicchan?”
  182.  
  183. I give a satisfied groan in response, happy to reap the benefits that come with going along with her antics.
  184.  
  185. However, I don't even have a chance to enjoy it for a few seconds as she stops she stops and tells me not to turn around, my back instead being met with that familiar-yet-still-satisfying sensation of skin against skin.
  186.  
  187. She wraps her arms around my neck and leans in even closer, the soft and cushy sensation against me shimmying up and down.
  188.  
  189. “How about this~?” she chimes, her warm breath against my ear.
  190.  
  191. “It's a lot better than what you were just doing.” I confess, a big dumb grin smeared across my mug as I imagine all the things it could be.
  192.  
  193. “Wahaha~! I thought you'd like this~.” she retorts, letting out cute groans of exertion as she shifts back and forth, my back tingling with the sensation as though two bags of sand were being pressed against me.
  194.  
  195. Wait... bags of-?
  196.  
  197. “Do you know what I'm doing, Hicchan~?” she croons.
  198.  
  199. “Surprise me.” I retort, shaking my head in embarrassment as my mind comes to the best conclusion ever.
  200.  
  201. “Just guess, I'm sure you know~.” she insists.
  202.  
  203. “You're rubbing two water balloons against me.”
  204.  
  205. She giggles and gives a cute “nope~,” her motions becoming more deliberate without ceasing their slow and steady rhythm.
  206.  
  207. “Two bags of sand.” I answer.
  208.  
  209. “Close~!”
  210.  
  211. I place one hand over my face, half in disbelief that she'd actually do this and half in acceptance that this is exactly the kind of thing she'd do.
  212.  
  213. “Breasts.”
  214.  
  215. “Hmmmmmm~?” she hums, perking up.
  216.  
  217. “Your breasts.”
  218.  
  219. “I can't hear you, Hicchan, speak up~!”
  220.  
  221. “You're washing my back with your oversized boobs!” I almost shout, having to control myself just to keep from waking everyone up.
  222.  
  223. “Wahaha~! I thought you knew~!”
  224.  
  225. She then stops and processes the rest of my statement, huffing as she pulls away.
  226.  
  227. “Wha-, hey! They're not oversized!”
  228.  
  229. I laugh at my own insult, unable to stay level-headed for much longer as Misha flashes a cute pout at me.
  230.  
  231. “And to think I was gonna wash your front too...” she sighs.
  232.  
  233. A shudder runs through my body as I realize all the possibilities I just ruined. But eh, it's not like she would've gone through with it anyway.
  234.  
  235. “Hey, I did both for you, you should do both for me.” I comment.
  236.  
  237. “Fine~, but I'm not gonna do it the way you would've wanted~.” she replies, scooting back in with the washcloth in her hand.
  238.  
  239. The rag is brought to my chest, one arm wrapped around my belly as she other scrubs the skin of my torso. She slides the cloth down my belly and around my sides, my bloodflow steadily increasing in anticipation for what surely happens next.
  240.  
  241. Or rather, what any male would hope happens next. I know better than to get my hopes up.
  242.  
  243. “Hey, Hicchan~...” she murmurs.
  244.  
  245. Yep, here it comes. Her hand creeps down lower and lower, the cloth resting against my pelvis as she leans in, her head coming to rest on my shoulder and the soft texture of her pink curls rubbing against my neck.
  246.  
  247. “What's today?” she asks.
  248.  
  249. “Saturday.”
  250.  
  251. She giggles, the warm breath of her laughter hitting my ear and only exciting me more than I want to be.
  252.  
  253. But only a few more moments til the impact.
  254.  
  255. “Silly Hicchan, today's Sunday~.” she chimes, taking me into her soft caress.
  256.  
  257. “What do you mean SuNNNNNHday?!” I ask, wincing as her delicate fingers slither up and down.
  258.  
  259. “Today's Sunday, dummy! We left this morning, spent all day at the amusement park, and got back a few hours ago, remember?” she sighs into my ear, her voice sauntering into my head and sending warm chills down my back.
  260.  
  261. “The schedule said we...left on Saturday.” I reply, unable to keep my cool as she teases the area just below the tip with her index finger.
  262.  
  263. “We had class on Saturday, remember?”
  264.  
  265. It's really hard to remember anything in this position, if you want my honest opinion. Of course, I'm not able to reply with that as the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a long sigh of satisfaction.
  266.  
  267. “Ooh~, it's really dirty down there~.” she purrs, planting a soft peck against my neck as her wrist cranes side to side.
  268.  
  269. She leans into me more heavily, the skin of her torso rubbing against me as her hand slides up and down, just quick enough to bring out all the euphoric sensations but just slow enough to keep me on edge.
  270.  
  271. I'm unable to do anything except relax in her embrace, my entire body shuddering as she nibbles on my earlobe and trails one finger down my belly, circling around as the others stroke the most sensitive part of my body.
  272.  
  273. “Misha, I...Ah...Nnnh...”
  274.  
  275. “Hmm? What's that? Speak up, Hicchan~.” she whispers, flattening her hand against my torso and rubbing up and down in a circular motion.
  276.  
  277. “I'm about to...agh...”
  278.  
  279. “C'mon Hicchan~, spit it out already~.”
  280.  
  281. I throb and twitch in her hand, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists in anticipation as she strokes, her smooth, slender fingers working their way up and down at an ever-increasing speed.
  282.  
  283. All of the control I can muster wells up in my throat as I croak out “Misha, I can't...in the batj...”
  284.  
  285. “You can't what in the b-”
  286.  
  287. “I'm not making a mess in the bath!” I repeat as I grab her wrist, on the brink of erupting right into her hand.
  288.  
  289. A cute giggle escapes from her mouth as she pulls away, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the edge of the tub. She motions for me to sit on the edge before nudging my knees apart and positioning her chest right in front of me.
  290.  
  291. “Hicchan loves it when I do this, doesn't he~?” she croons as she catches my expression, no doubt biting my lip in anticipation.
  292.  
  293. A lip which nearly gets bitten off as she pulls me into her cleavage, my mind dropping into a world of bliss as I'm surrounded and squeezed between her sizable breasts.
  294.  
  295. My fingers dig into the stony edge of the hot springs as she starts to shift up and down, at first in tiny amounts, each delicate movement overwhelming my senses in euphoria. Then she inches her way up and down, the head popping out of her cleavage as she reaches the base.
  296.  
  297. She stops and prods at me as I poke out from between them, giggling as I twitch against her touch. Her cotton-candy pink hair has lost its drilliness, reverting to long, wavy pink locks, which she pulls back.
  298.  
  299. I'm once again brought to a mental stand-still as my entire body stiffens up, my heels digging into the ground as she picks back up, the speed increasing bit by bit, little huffs of exertion sliding out of her throat as she slides up and down, her deep amber eyes staring into mine and giggling at each of my reactions, whether they be the loudest groans or the quietest sighs.
  300.  
  301. My eyes are met with a more enticing expression as I tense up even more, the glint in her eye practically inviting me to explode as she works harder and harder. I try to hold out as long as I can, biting my lip, clenching my eyes shut, and gritting my teeth to keep the pressure building up inside of me under control.
  302.  
  303. She fights back by focusing on the tip, squeezing and releasing her sizable chest in a circular motion, rising and falling, in and out. When I don't give in even to that, she goes back to the usual up-and-down, releasing at the top and sliding back down, squeezing at the base and then shimmying up as if to coax it out of me.
  304.  
  305. I will never understand why she fights so hard to get this enjoyment out of me. It's been almost a full semester and I still don't understand, why she enjoys seeing me like this, why she enjoys doing things like this to me, and all the other thoughts I can't think right now as I squirm around inside of her cleavage.
  306.  
  307. “M-Misha-”
  308.  
  309. I don't even have a chance to finish my statement.
  310.  
  311. “Oooooh, you lasted a while that time, Hicchan~!” she chimes, acting impressed.
  312.  
  313. I look down to find Misha still clenched around me, a white, gooey mess oozing out from between her breasts.
  314.  
  315. “We just cleaned up, too...” she groans, fishing around for the washcloth.
  316.  
  317. Too wound up to do anything about it, Misha takes the damp rag and slides it up and down my spent you-know-what before doing the same to her chest, gathering up all the bits of liquid indecency onto the cloth before depositing it into a trash bin, rather than back in the bath.
  318.  
  319. Both of the towels are picked up, one thrown at me, and we dry off in the changing room, reassuming the persona of two perfectly innocent high-schoolers ready to sleep after a day of perfectly innocent high school activities.
  320.  
  321. Upon exiting, however, Misha reaches back for my shoulder and shoves me back into the room, causing me to hit the ground with a thud as her hands fly up into the sign-language position.
  322.  
  323. “[Ah, Shicchan, Where have you been?]”
  324.  
  325.  
  326. “[I decided to use the guy's bath, I wanted some alone time~.]”
  327.  
  328.  
  329. “[Now that you ask, where did Hicchan go? He wasn't in there...]”
  330.  
  331. I take that as my cue to take an improvised exit, making my way over the fence and curving around the perimeter of the hotel before slipping in through the front and sneaking back to the room.
  332.  
  333. 'A lot easier in theory than I would've thought' I think to myself as I crash on the mats that have already been laid on the floor.
  334.  
  335. Within the minute, Shizune and Misha join me, my eyes soothed by the sight of the two student council cuties freshly bathed and clad in nothing but the hotel kimono.
  336.  
  337. “[Where were you?!]” Shizune asks.
  338.  
  339. “[Decided I'd take a walk.]” I reply.
  340.  
  341. She gives me a look of disbelief as her hands fall to her side, either believing right off for once or too tired to press any further, possibly a mix of both.
  342.  
  343. The lights are turned off, the two futons on either side of me are filled, and the three of us are quickly drawn into rest.
  344.  
  345. Or rather, Shizune is while Misha pretends to roll over, still wrapped in her own blanket as she flops down between Shizune and I.
  346.  
  347. She flashes a wink and blows a kiss at me as her own eyes shut, prompting me to do the same.
  348.  
  349. Without the wink and the blown kiss, of course.
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