I wanted to take it easy after eating to sweat in earnest, so I took a quick shower for now.
When I returned to the room with a towel around my neck, I saw Satoru and Ryuji changing into the blue yukata provided by the inn.
“Mine?”
“There is, but I don’t know if this is correct.”
Saying that, Satoru handed me a black yukata in size XXL.
“Why is only mine different?”
“I asked before and he said that the large size was only available in black?”
Oh, then I admit it.
I agreed to Satoru’s explanation, and roughly put the yukata top over the T-shirt.
It was a little tight on the chest, but it seemed to be at a level I could wear.
While looking in the mirror in the bathroom and changing into a black yukata, I checked the countless group room messages while I was plugged into the charger for a while.
Ayame: “Does anyone know what’s on the menu for dinner tonight?”
Rika: “The picture I took at G-Lee’s studio earlier is so cute☆ Isn’t this dangerous?”
Satoru: “I’m really looking forward to going to the movie town tomorrow!”
As expected, most of the stories were cheesy.
“Then let’s go eat soon. The skin of the stomach will stick to the back.”
Ryuji, who had been sitting with his back against the wall, said so and got up from his seat, and Satoru, who was lying on the floor on his phone, said, “Is the time already like that?” ‘ he said and stood up from his seat.
As we were all walking down the hallway to go to the restaurant, Satoru, who had just been chatting with the girls, grinned at us.
“Did you guys see the chat Hattori wrote?”
“Hattori? Why is he?”
“Usually, he’s very lively, but he’s also very polite when writing messages. That gap is no joke.”
After hearing those words, I reflected on the message I saw in the chat window earlier.
“Does anyone know what’s on the menu for dinner tonight?”
… exactly.
There are no special characters or new words used by high school girls these days.
Ryuji, who was walking side by side, tilted his head and said.
“Aren’t you secretly around people like that? The type that becomes more polite when you can’t see their face.”
However, Satoru suddenly spoke up and awakened Ryuji’s ignorance.
“You idiot! Seeing this, we call it Gap Moe!”
“!!!”
Ryuji’s expression becomes a belated realization.
“What is Gap Moe?”
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Meanwhile, at Chiaki’s question, as he was an old man and didn’t know the meaning of the word, I said, “That’s good.”
It was because he did not know how to explain the word ‘gap moe’, derived from the lower otaku culture, to this overly pure soul girl.
“Oh, shamefully. Are you going to ask Ryuji later?”
“Is that so?”
I barely succeeded in turning the bomb, and I interrupted the conversation between Satoru and Ryuji, which was already burning with 2d talk.
Don’t underestimate my ability to dig just one well in three years!
***
There were times when I thought ──.
I didn’t expect the two of them to have such deep virtue.
Apart from Satoru, who is a regular reader of not only Jump but also various manga magazines, Ryuji, who is a gambler, was more knowledgeable about the industry than expected.
Anyway, I arrived at the restaurant with such a strange sense of defeat.
“”I will enjoy this food!””
For dinner, a regular meal was served instead of the kaiseki that everyone expected, but the taste was still good.
Tsukemono made with a special product called Kyoyasai, led by Kujonegi, can only be eaten here.
Although the quantity was a little lacking, after a satisfying meal, we decided to go to the bathroom as a group.
It’s a ryokan I’ve been to at most, but it would be a loss if I didn’t go to the hot springs.
Now that I’m talking about it, the Japanese really like to take a bath.
What I like about it is that a house that takes a bath three or more times a week is part of the normal axis.
As a Korean who usually showers, I can’t understand it, but anyway, it seems that because of such a bathing culture, I naturally like hot springs.
After dinner, the three of us headed to the hot spring to take a bath, and the hot spring was already full of students from our school.
I came here deliberately to avoid a time when people would think it would be crowded, but everyone seems to think the same way.
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Murmur-
As I take off my clothes in the locker room, eyes are pouring in from all directions.
Normally, I looked at them with eyes mixed with fear or awe, but today was something different.
‘Hey, look over there.’
‘That’s a person, I mean.’
‘Isn’t that the strongest academy is the strongest there?’
‘The world is unfair. Why does Kim Yoo-seong have everything?’
The needlessly high-performance body catches even the whispering voices of those around him secretly.
“……”
I naturally wrapped a towel around my waist.
Seeing this, Satoru, who was putting clothes in the cabinet, said with a smile.
“Because you’re doing it, it’s like a Greek statue.”
I urged Satoru to stop talking nonsense and go into the bath.
Whoops!
When I opened the glass door separating the changing room and the hot springs, the pressure difference instantly poured hot heat onto my face.
‘This is a hot spring.’
Shortly thereafter, Ryuji, who, like everyone else, is the same as he was born, immediately follows and enters the bath.
“How about Chiaki?”
Ryuji then shrugged and answered.
“You said you’d wait outside until the bath was over?”
Well, no matter how skinny he is, he won’t be able to enter the men’s bath.
After nodding my head, I put my hand in the bath to check the temperature, and I felt better at the perfect temperature for a soak.
I hummed a lululala hum and simply washed my body.
As it is the case anywhere in the world, it is manners to wash before entering a public bath.
After shampooing and soaping, soak your body in the hot water.
“Uh-huh-“
An exclamation that comes naturally.
Satoru, who was sitting next to him, looked at him like he was crazy.
“What, you’re a forty-year-old man.”
“Originally, it’s manners to make a sound like this when you’re in a good mood.”
As I said that and covered my face with the towel I had placed over my head, Satoru groaned and clicked his tongue as if regretfully.
Anyway, as I was enjoying the hot spring bath in my own way, I heard loud noises around me.
“Kim-kun! Kim-kun!”
huh?
As I removed the towel from my face, wondering what was going on, one of the tight trio in my class was looking at me with twinkling eyes.
“If it’s not rude, can’t you just touch your arm muscles once?”
“What…?”
I blinked my eyes at the completely ridiculous request.
But whether I do it or not, I put my two tight hands in front of me and put my hands together.
“Please! It’s a lifetime wish!”
‘No, don’t make it your lifelong wish to touch someone’s forearm… .’
Even though I thought it was ridiculous, I realized that the current situation resembled a situation where the girls who often appear in cartoons rub each other’s breasts.
Should this be regarded as an event that occurred because of the worldview of Rubco?
Despite such conflicts, I decided to obey Pak Pak Pak’s request.
It’s not worn out by touching it, so there’s no need to be stingy.
“ruler.”
As I reached out my left arm so that I could touch it comfortably, I carefully stabbed my biceps with my forefinger with a heartfelt “Thank you!”
“Five….”
something is unfamiliar
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Maybe it’s because it’s an area that no one would normally touch.
As if doing a elasticity test, I swallowed the tight saliva that was pricking my index finger over my skin and asked me carefully.
“Aren’t you trying to force yourself on purpose?”
“I’m completely relieved, so don’t worry.”
As I said that and opened my clenched fist lightly, the tight arm muscles began to wiggle again.
Has it been about 3 minutes since I started touching my arm muscles like that?
Perhaps it was because his wish had finally come true, and he withdrew with a satisfied expression on his face.
And this whim has had unexpected consequences.
“Hey, can’t I touch it too?”
“me too!”
“I’ve been curious about it for a while!”
Suddenly my popularity exploded.
To be precise, it’s not me, it’s my arm muscles, but the arm muscles are a part of the body, so this popularity could be expressed in two ways as mine.
“NO.”
However, if it was the first one, my muscles weren’t cheap enough to do everyone a favor, so I immediately implemented a muscle isolation policy.
Then, the boys in our class, who had gathered around us, were dissatisfied and scattered all over the place.
The peace of men’s bath was restored like that.
However, the temporary peace was again broken by an unexpected third party intervention.
“Ah, I want to steal women’s baths.”
Just one word someone mumbled.
However, the ripple effect was so great that I immediately captured the male students who had flocked to me just before to touch my muscles.
“Actually, I thought about it too.”
“Because it’s not a sin for a man to be a pervert.”
“Isn’t it a must-do event if you’re on a school trip?”
Confession time started suddenly.
Eventually, the boys began to unleash their hidden desires and spirits.
“s*x! s*x! s*x!”
“Crazy bastard! There’s a women’s bath right next door!”
“Ah! I want to have s*x!”
“Shut up because you’re shy!”
That was the appearance of the s*x musae.