CHAPTER 49: LOVE UNDER SHOWER

Exhausted, Haruto stumbled home, his mind spinning like a whirlwind. As usual, Satsuki was there to greet him, pulling him into a warm embrace before silently studying his condition. His fatigue was obvious—his shoulders slumped, his eyes dull.

When she asked, he muttered something about a surprise exam at school.

Satsuki sighed, brushing his disheveled hair before declaring, "You need a bath."

Without waiting for protest, she guided him toward the bathroom, her grip firm yet gentle. The steam soon fogged the mirror, wrapping them in a hazy intimacy as she began washing away his weariness, her fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

Satsuki finished undressing and stood with her back to him, her arms wrapped around herself, playfully preventing Haruto from seeing her full figure. Yet, her back and curves alone were captivating enough to make Haruto’s heart race. He quickly shed his own clothes. Satsuki, observing his eager expression, felt a pleasant flutter of anticipation.

Haruto turned on the shower, testing the water temperature before gently wetting both of them. Satsuki mentioned she wanted to wash her hair, and Haruto eagerly offered to help, which she gratefully accepted. Due to the limited space, Haruto sat on the edge of the tub, asking Satsuki to sit inside.

Being particular about cleanliness, she opted to crouch. Haruto first rinsed her hair and then took the shampoo, carefully working it through her long, thick locks – a task that would have been quite strenuous for her to do alone. Initially, Satsuki had her back to Haruto, but when he needed to reach the ends of her hair more easily, he asked her to turn around. She comfortably leaned into his lap. Haruto was meticulous, ensuring no soap got into her eyes. Satsuki smiled, watching his focused expression.

Haruto, sensing Satsuki’s amusement, maintained a serious demeanor as he continued to wash her hair with concentration. Satsuki, still smiling, idly traced a pattern on his knee with her finger. Then, she gently stroked the skin along his thigh, feeling the warmth.

Satsuki seemed pleased with her playful interaction. She pressed her palm against his thigh, her fingers gently encompassing it, and slowly moved her hand upwards. Haruto shivered with delight, which only made Satsuki happier.

She continued her teasing, repeating the motion a few times. Haruto’s leg muscles flexed slightly in response, and Satsuki then ran her fingers along the back of his knee, a light touch going up and down. Haruto felt well compensated for his hair-washing efforts.

Satsuki then gently cupped his hands in hers, a mischievous glint in her eye as she playfully pretended to squeeze them tightly. Haruto immediately shook his head in mock horror, making a gesture of surrender. Satsuki was very pleased and, to show her kindness to a ’captured’ opponent, she leaned in and gently kissed his forehead.

Haruto’s eyes crinkled with amusement. She then tenderly kissed his temple, spreading warmth across his face, and then lightly kissed his cheek. Satsuki’s small lips found his, and she gave him a tender kiss. As Haruto was still washing her hair, she kept her movements gentle, avoiding any sudden actions, and simply enjoyed the closeness.

"Satsuki, I’m going to rinse your hair now," Haruto murmured. "Go ahead," Satsuki replied, her voice a little muffled by their closeness. Haruto took the showerhead and started rinsing her hair from the ends. As he moved up towards the back of her head, Satsuki remained nestled close to him.

He continued to rinse her hair thoroughly, and she stayed contentedly in his embrace. Haruto carefully washed out every trace of foam, smoothing her silky strands. When he was finished, she still lingered. Haruto gently cupped her face and said, "Come on, let’s take a proper shower now." With a soft sigh of contentment, she finally moved away. Haruto helped her up, and they both stepped out of the tub. Satsuki picked up her shower gel, squeezed some onto a loofah, and began to lather Haruto’s back. Haruto returned the favor, washing her back.

After generously lathering Haruto’s back with foam, she embraced him again, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and down his back. Haruto held her close, feeling her soft and warm body against him. He then gently turned Satsuki around and reached around her from behind, gently washing her chest and arms. Satsuki closed her eyes, letting him thoroughly cleanse her, but his hands lingered playfully on her arms.

He started by gently rubbing her forearms, massaging them, and then slowly encompassed her entire arm. Satsuki’s soft skin made him reluctant to let go, and with the lubrication of the shower gel, it was not only comfortable for Satsuki but also incredibly satisfying for Haruto’s hands. He then gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension melt away. Haruto, still not quite satisfied, massaged her left arm with his left hand while his right hand gently massaged her abdomen.

Satsuki wasn’t sure if it was comfort or ticklishness, but she involuntarily wiggled her body. Haruto’s hand, resting on her hip, was tickled by her movements, causing him to lightly shiver. His palm glided over Satsuki’s stomach, even playfully touching her belly button, making Satsuki laugh delightedly. At this point, his left hand also moved from her arm, venturing lower, past her abdomen, to Satsuki’s upper thigh. "You’ve got some spots here that need a good wash," he said playfully. "That’s your job, isn’t it?" Satsuki retorted with a smirk. "Oh," Haruto said, "that’ll be extra."

Satsuki, however, felt she deserved full service, and Haruto, accepting her opinion, began to gently wash that area as well. Occasionally, Haruto’s hand would venture beyond the designated area, encountering something a little sticky. "Ah," he said, "Onee-chan, did you bring your own shampoo?" Satsuki playfully swatted his arm in response.

"That’s not allowed," he continued, "I have to wipe it off." Since he seemed to insist on this rule, Satsuki complied. Haruto’s fingers gently wiped away the stickiness. Satsuki wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder, and Haruto leaned down to kiss her neck, eliciting a soft sigh from her.

Despite Haruto’s diligent efforts, the sticky substance seemed to persist and even increase. "Madam, what brand of shampoo is this?" he asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "I can’t seem to get it off." "I don’t care," Satsuki said, closing her eyes, "you’re the one who said you’d clean me up."

Haruto then realized he had fallen into his own trap and reluctantly continued his work. For good measure, he enlisted his other hand to help. Satsuki began to tremble slightly. One of Haruto’s hands gently massaged her lower back, while the other moved to her hip. She wanted to make a sound of encouragement but found her mouth sealed by his lips, so she resorted to playfully engaging in a light kiss with him. Satsuki found herself increasingly yielding in this playful exchange. Haruto noticed a sound trying to escape her throat, so he released her mouth and kissed her cheek instead. Satsuki finally let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. Haruto mischievously intensified the pressure of his fingers. Satsuki trembled more violently, and suddenly, a wave of warmth spread through her as she reached a climax.

If Haruto hadn’t been holding her, Satsuki surely would have collapsed to the floor; her legs felt weak and it was difficult to stand. Haruto, sensing her intense emotion, released his hold slightly and helped her to sit on the edge of the tub, where she caught her breath. He allowed her to rest, then knelt down to wash her feet. Satsuki sat there, feeling languid but utterly content, watching her beloved carefully massage her feet. A blissful smile spread across her face.