Arc-3 Ep-16

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“Mikuri-chan♪”

“Rina-san, Erika-san. So the two of you were already in here.”

The ones soaking in the bathtub were the two who boasted the highest popularity and the most exceptional physiques even within Sistema Solare.

Honestly, I could call this a major jackpot.

“Yes. I used the bath in my room yesterday. What about you, Rina-chan?”

“Rina wanted to soak more freely and comfortably…”

[T/N - Here speaker is Rina but she tells hername , this third person talking was previously done Chie and Yuka Tatsumura , problem is in previously didn't see Rina talking in 3rd person this is the first so I don't know what's going on.]

“I see. Well then, I will go wash my body first.”

“Please do♪”

First, as a matter of etiquette, one washes the body before entering the bathtub.

While at it, I also wash my hair.

Using the body soap and shampoo I brought from home, I quickly began washing.

“…Erika-san. About what we were talking about earlier.”

“Yes. I was just normally talking about concert information. The others were discussing their individual jobs, but gravure topics are hard to bring up casually, aren’t they?”

“That is true. I think it is a bit difficult to talk about on television.”

Just like in my previous life as a man, I wash my body and head at a brisk pace.

Honestly, in my past life there were times when I felt that spending time in the bath was a waste, but because my family was noisy about it, I have memories of hastening the process to finish quickly.

During that time, the two in the bathtub continued their conversation, so I casually listened in while finishing up, then rinsed off the bubbles with the shower.

“…Excuse me.”

“Please come in.”

“Welcome♪”

I gather my hair on top of my head, hold the bath towel in front to cover myself, approach the bathtub, greet the two of them, and dip one foot into the hot water.

While Erika-san watches me with a smile, I carefully keep the towel from getting wet in the water and slowly immerse myself in the bathtub.

“Fuuu…”

“You sound like an old man, Mikuri-chan♪”

“…I am an active junior high school student, you know.”

The pleasant sensation of sinking into the hot water causes an involuntary sound to escape my mouth, and Erika-san laughs at me.

Admittedly, I myself thought it sounded that way, but that is a secret.

Then, I narrow my eyes just a little and take in the scene before me.

The bathtub is rectangular, and I lean my back against one of the shorter sides.

On the opposite short side sits Rina-san, while Erika-san is positioned along the long side facing the washing area.

The water is deep enough that the tips of Erika-san’s breasts, the tallest among the three of us, are just hidden.

Naturally, not only hers but also Rina-san’s secret tips are seared into my eyes through the transparent hot water.

It is a shame that the water surface ripples and sways, preventing a perfectly clear view.

“Erika-san came ahead, right?”

“Yes, that is right. I arrived here yesterday morning and appeared on a local television program. Rina-chan came today, though.”

“I had work. My return flight is early Monday morning.”

“Rina-san is busy too, isn’t she.”

This is mixed bathing with beautiful girl and stunning woman. I desperately resist letting my gaze drift toward sexual areas and continue the conversation.

“I still have work here on Monday. What about you, Mikuri-chan?”

“I heard I have a recording at a local TV station Monday morning. It seems I will fly back in the afternoon.”

“We will have to make sure Kayanuma-san works hard too.”

“Indeed. Though I think it must be tough since she is still in middle school.”

“Yes. Of course.”

I only noticed now, but Erika-san’s thick chest armor is floating.

That is why her tips are in that precarious position, teetering on whether or not they will surface above the water.

Rina-san’s are floating too, and the upper part of her breasts, reddened by the heat of the water, is visible.

Incidentally, among us, my own breasts, the smallest here, do not float much at all, but since they are mine, I do not really care.

“…Rina will be getting out soon.”

“If I stay any longer I might get dizzy, so I will get out too. Take your time and relax, Mikuri-chan♪”

“Well then, Kayanuma-san.”

“Yes. Rina-san, Erika-san, good night.”

“Good night♪”

The two who had entered before me stand up and take different actions. Rina-san covers her front with the towel she had placed nearby, but Erika-san picks up her towel and steps out of the bathtub with a completely composed and unabashed attitude.

Thanks to that, the body renowned as having the most enviable curves in Schus Sola leaps into my field of vision.

Perhaps because of her gravure work, traces of a tan remain on her bare skin, and droplets of hot water trickle down it as they fall.

As I unintentionally focus my gaze, she shows me a smile without hiding the tips of her large breasts or the dark patch between her legs, then follows Rina-san out of the bathing area toward the changing room.

“…Too amazing… Blub blub.”

Having been shown a body so vastly different in maturity from my own, I submerge my entire mouth below the water surface to keep from saying anything unnecessary.

If I were still fifteen years old from my previous life, the amount of tissues I would consume tonight would have been catastrophic.

No, in fact, I might have ended up drinking this bathwater infused with beautiful-girl essence.

Of course, I would not do something like that now.

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Incidentally, the concerts somehow managed to conclude safely. Especially during the final stretch of the second day, it was physically quite grueling, but I endured to the end through sheer willpower.

Next comes the weekend one week later, in the central city of the west. After that, following a one-week break, it will be the country’s second-largest metropolis, followed by our home, the largest city.

So, first and foremost, next Saturday serves as the initial hurdle. The question is whether my stamina will recover in that time and whether I can avoid carrying over fatigue.

And then, whether I can prevent the added exhaustion from Saturday from dragging into Sunday. If I can overcome that, I will gain confidence that I can manage stamina-wise after all.

Of course, once I enter high school and start juggling other work alongside this, it will probably become even more physically demanding.

With those thoughts in mind, after finishing the Monday morning television recording, I board an afternoon flight to head home.

Starting tomorrow, I have to attend school.

I imagine there will be a lot of questions from classmates again, and feeling a little gloomy about it, I close my eyes in my airplane seat.