Hearing his agreement, Mitsuko's lips curled into a faint smile. As she turned, her clear eyes suddenly became clouded with a manic, obsessive lust. She had been holding back for several days for the sake of her daughters. She was like a room filled with gas, waiting for a single spark to explode. The "attack" on her feet earlier had pushed her past her limit.
"Yu-kun, why are you standing there? Take off your clothes," Mitsuko said, walking to the tub and turning on the water. Seeing Ho Fei-yu standing there awkwardly, she teased, "You weren't shy when you were doing 'bad things' just now. Why act like a gentleman now? Besides, there's nothing left for us to hide from each other."
Ho Fei-yu's face turned even redder. Bathing with her made him nervous, but also incredibly excited. Mitsuko didn't wait; she began to undress right in front of him. Her slender, pale hands gripped the bottom of her tight shirt and pulled it up, revealing her flat belly and then her black lace bra.
"Yu-kun! Help me! My head is stuck!"
"Pffft!" Ho Fei-yu had been mesmerized by the view, but he burst out laughing when he saw her head caught in the tight fabric, her body stumbling around like a headless chicken.
"Hmph! Stop laughing and help me!"
"Coming, Auntie. Hold your arms up." He stepped forward and pulled the shirt off. The moment it was gone, Mitsuko "tripped" and leaned her chest right against his, a pouting expression on her face.
"I came as fast as I could," Ho Fei-yu said, his heart racing as her soft breasts pressed into him.
Once he stripped down as well, the atmosphere changed. Mitsuko stood before him completely naked—her voluptuous body like a blooming peach blossom, white and pink. Seeing the "bulge" in his underwear, she gave a seductive smile. She grabbed a bottle of yellow oil and a showerhead, walking toward him with her hips swaying.
Ho Fei-yu soon found himself sitting on a stool. But it wasn't a normal stool; it was shaped like a "U" or a concave "凹" symbol. He didn't understand the design until Mitsuko began pouring the yellow oil over her body, coating herself in a shimmering, slippery film.
She knelt behind him. Cold, soft skin pressed against his back, sliding up and down and side to side. Mitsuko was using her own body like a sponge to wash him.
"How is it, Yu-kun? Does it feel good?" she whispered into his ear.
"Mmm~" The hot breath made him shiver with pleasure.
"Want it to feel even better~?" She took his earlobe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He nodded frantically.
She released his ear, wrapped her arms around his waist, and slid her oiled body down his back. Then, her hand reached through the gap in the U-shaped stool and grasped his lifeblood. She began to knead it like an old man playing with walnuts.
"Ah~" He groaned. He finally understood why the stool was designed this way. Truly, the genius of Japan!
Mitsuko worked harder, her body and hands moving in sync. Just as he was about to erupt, she stopped.
"That's enough 'comfort' for today. If you want to experience more, you'll have to keep showering with Auntie from now on~" She giggled, standing up and rinsing the oil and saliva off both of them.
"Oh..." He felt a wave of regret.
"But... Auntie can change the method. To the one Yu-kun likes~"
He perked up instantly. She pulled him into the bathtub. He leaned back against the rim, closing his eyes as he enjoyed a "footjob" from Mitsuko under the warm water. The ripples on the surface didn't stop for half an hour.