97 - Bath Time with Everyone!

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Haruto never imagined he would end up taking a bath not just with Ryota but also with Ayaka.

In the changing room, Haruto slipped into a swimsuit borrowed from Shuichi alongside Ryota.

"Big brother! Let’s play with these!"

Ryota beamed, holding water guns in both hands, excitedly bouncing up and down.

"Yeah, sure," Haruto replied with a smile, though his thoughts were elsewhere.

What dominated his mind was the image of his girlfriend Ayaka in her swimsuit.

Renowned as the cutest girl in school and even called the "idol of the academy," her beauty and flawless proportions made her look like she belonged on the cover of a manga magazine. Despite Haruto's best efforts, his mind involuntarily replayed every gravure magazine image he'd ever seen.

Caught between anticipation and nervousness, Haruto's mind was in turmoil when the door separating the changing room was gently knocked.

"Can I come in?"

Ayaka’s soft and hesitant voice came from the other side of the door, causing Haruto’s heart to skip a beat.

"Ah, yeah. Ryota and I are already dressed, so it’s fine," he replied.

"Hurry up, sis!"

"O-okay... I’ll come in now," Ayaka said timidly.

The sliding door slowly opened, revealing Ayaka. She had wrapped a towel around herself just above her chest, hiding her swimsuit. However, to Haruto’s eyes, the towel made it seem as though she wasn’t wearing anything at all, and he couldn’t help but blush. Ayaka, equally embarrassed, had a face as red as if she’d already soaked in the bath.

The awkward atmosphere between them was shattered by Ryota’s cheerful voice.

"Sis, why are you still wearing a towel? You can’t get in the bath like that! Hurry up and take it off!"

"I-I know! Just calm down; I’ll take it off now!"

Impatient to play in the bath, Ryota urged his sister while she turned briefly to glance at Haruto. Their eyes met for a moment, and Haruto felt his heart pound again.

After a brief pause, Ayaka seemed to gather her resolve and removed her towel.

The moment Ayaka reached for the towel at her chest, Haruto averted his gaze, feeling it was improper to watch. He heard the soft rustle of the towel hitting the floor and glimpsed it lying crumpled near Ayaka’s feet.

"H-Haruto... does this look weird?"

Her shy, quiet voice reached him, and Haruto couldn’t avoid looking any longer. Slowly, he turned his eyes toward her.

His view was met with a breathtaking sight.

Ayaka’s fair, porcelain-like skin was complemented by a white bikini adorned with frills at the chest, enhancing her natural cuteness. Her incredible proportions, further accentuated by the swimsuit, seemed almost unreal—long, slender limbs, a perfectly shaped waist, and an irresistibly captivating figure.

Haruto found himself staring in silence, completely captivated.

"H-Haruto?"

"Ah! Sorry, I… You’re so stunning I lost my words," he admitted.

"R-really?"

"Yeah," he said, his honesty making Ayaka blush as she smiled shyly, her beauty nearly overwhelming Haruto. He quickly looked away, unable to handle the sight any longer.

Ayaka, noticing his swimsuit, smiled and commented.

"That swimsuit… it suits you, Haruto."

"T-thanks," Haruto replied, glancing at his borrowed attire. It was a loose, tropical design, featuring palm trees—something one might wear on a Hawaiian beach with an Aloha shirt and sunglasses.

As they awkwardly exchanged compliments, Ryota, full of energy, grabbed their hands and pulled them toward the bath.

"Come on, big brother! Big sister! Let’s get in already!"

The bath in the Tojo residence was luxurious, spacious enough to accommodate three people without feeling cramped. The walls even had a TV for watching while soaking in the large oval tub.

The moment they entered, Ryota eagerly filled his water guns.

"Ryota, let’s wash up first before playing," Haruto suggested.

"No water guns yet?"

"Right, we’ll play after we’re clean," Haruto reassured him.

"Okay!" Ryota chirped, grabbing a sponge and smiling up at Haruto.

"Let’s wash each other!"

"H-huh? Wash each other?"

"Yeah! I’ll wash big brother’s back, big brother will wash big sister’s back, and big sister will wash mine!"

Ryota’s innocent suggestion made Haruto glance nervously at Ayaka, who was already turning bright red.

"Ryota, put the water guns down and come over here," Ayaka said, cheeks flushed. Despite her embarrassment, she agreed to the arrangement, motioning for her brother to join her.

"Ayaka, are you sure?" Haruto asked cautiously.

"Y-yeah," she replied, nodding with determination.

The three of them formed a small circle, each facing someone’s back. Haruto hesitated before gently placing his soapy hands on Ayaka’s back.

Ayaka flinched slightly at the touch.

"Does it tickle?"

"N-no, it’s fine," she stammered.

Meanwhile, Ryota happily scrubbed Haruto’s back.

"Big brother, does it feel good?"

"Yeah, you’re doing a great job, Ryota," Haruto praised him, making the boy beam with pride.

As Haruto washed Ayaka’s smooth, soft back, his heart raced uncontrollably. The sensation of her silky skin and the intimate situation left him struggling to maintain composure.

Trying to distract himself, he focused on chatting with Ryota.

"Haruto, your abs are so toned," Ayaka suddenly remarked.

"Big brother’s stomach is all bumpy because he does karate!" Ryota proudly chimed in before Haruto could respond.

"Oh, karate makes your abs like that?" Ayaka asked curiously.

"Yeah, it takes a lot of effort," Haruto replied, attempting to sound casual.

"Big brother’s tummy is bumpy, and big sister’s tummy is squishy!" Ryota exclaimed playfully, making rhythmic motions as he spoke.

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze.

"Ryota," Ayaka said in a dangerously calm tone, sending chills down Haruto’s spine.

"Big sister’s tummy is not squishy, okay?"