After being dragged back into the bathhouse, I was made to sit on one of those little bath stools. Meanwhile, the three girls started a very suggestive round of rock-paper-scissors.
It seemed like they were playing an elimination game. Haruka looked slightly relieved. The two winners, on the other hand, had red faces for some reason. While I was still trying to figure that out, Haruka walked over to me.
「Y-Yuuki-san! I’ll wash your hair!」
She suddenly declared it like she’d made some kind of solemn vow.
「Ah, uh, sure? That’s fine with me?」
「Then… excuse me.」
Wait—Haruka-san?
Why are you standing in front of me with the showerhead…? No way…
「I’ll start now.」
Warm water—just the right temperature—poured over my head as she rinsed my hair.
「Is it too hot?」
「Nn… nah, it’s perfect…」
Even though I’d already rinsed off once before getting into the bath, she poured water again, gently loosening my hair.
(Having someone else wash your hair feels so good…)
While I was lost in thought, the water stopped. I heard the sound of shampoo being pumped out, followed by soft squishing sounds as she worked up a lather.
Then her slender fingers slid through my hair, massaging my scalp as she washed me.
(Oh no… this feels amazing… She’s massaging just the right spots, adding pressure in just the right places… I could melt…)
「Yuuki-san, how is it?」
「It feels so good… super relaxing…」
「Then I’ll try even harder!」
Saying that, Haruka gently pulled my head toward her.
Now, dear readers, here comes a quiz:
Q. If you’re already leaning forward and getting your hair washed at close range, what happens when you’re pulled even closer?
A. Your head ends up pressed into her chest.
「Haru—」
I started to protest, but seeing how hard she was trying made it really difficult to say anything.
「Onii-san? Did something happen? Did I hurt you?」
「N-No… I’m fine. It feels really nice.」
「I’m glad to hear that!」
Humming softly, she continued washing my hair.
…Sanity, please hold out just a little longer!
While I was in the middle of a desperate internal struggle, both calmed and tortured by Haruka’s softness, she eventually said,
「Okay, I’m rinsing now~」
Warm water poured over my head again.
My hair felt softer than ever before—way better than when I washed it myself.
「Thanks, Haruka. That was amazing.」
「Since you were hospitalized, your hair’s been a little damaged, so I did some care treatment while I was at it.」
「Yeah… It’s still wet, but I can already feel the difference. It’s way smoother.」
「I’m glad I could help! If there’s another chance, can I do it again sometime?」
「Absolutely! I’d love that.」
「Yay!」
With a satisfied smile, Haruka returned to Hikari and the others.
In her place, Touka came over.
「Heya, onii-chan! My turn now!」
She was already grinning before even starting.
「So… what am I supposed to do?」
I asked in resignation, feeling like a fish on the chopping block.
「Well, here!」
With that, Touka handed me an incredibly soft body sponge. Wait… no way—
「H-hold on! That’s not okay!」
「Relax, relax! I’m still wearing my swimsuit!」
「That’s not the problem!」
「Ehh~ I could stop… but then I might just tell Haruka that Yuuki-onii-chan was super happy burying his face in her chest earlier.」
「Ugh… That’s…」
「Not that I’d let you wash under my swimsuit or anything…///」
「Fine. You wash the front yourself.」
「Booooring. Fine, whatever.」
「Somehow… I’m exhausted already…」
As Touka sat on the slightly small bath stool, I settled behind her, squeezing body soap onto the sponge before working up a lather in my hands. Starting from her back, I began scrubbing gently.
「Hyah!」
The moment the sponge touched her skin, an unfamiliar sound escaped her. Touka’s face flushed crimson from her ears down to her neck.
「You… You were the one who suggested this, and now you’re getting flustered?」
「But…」
「Want me to stop if it’s embarrassing?」
「No! Finish it! …I’m f-fine, totally fine!」
「Then… try to bear with it.」
My sanity’s hanging by a thread!
Moving to her arms, I carefully washed between her fingers, then repeated the process with her other hand. Each time, stifled little noises like 「Nnn…」 slipped out, and honestly, it was dangerous. But soon, even that was over.
「There, done. The rest is up to—whoa!」
The moment I tried to hand her the sponge, Touka grabbed my wrist, throwing me off balance. Before I knew it, I was pressed right up against her.
Silently, Touka covered my hand with hers and began guiding it, washing herself with my fingers.
The soft yet firm feel of her stomach under my palm sent my brain into red alert.
But the floor was slick with suds, and in this position, any sudden movement risked knocking her over. Bathroom falls were more dangerous than people thought.
Once her stomach was done, Touka—still using my hand as a substitute sponge—moved downward, starting at her soles, then her calves, and finally… her thighs. But just as my fingers brushed higher, her grip faltered.
Thank god…
With a quiet sigh of relief, I slumped onto the wet tiles.
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