The bathroom was spacious and modern, all gleaming tiles and chrome fixtures. A large walk in shower occupied one corner, featuring a rainfall shower head and a detachable shower handle. Ren's eyes cataloged the possibilities immediately.
This is going to be fun.
Hagakure was already turning on the water, adjusting the temperature. Steam began to fill the space almost immediately, fogging up the large mirror above the sink.
"Perfect temperature," she announced cheerfully. "Come on, the water is great!"
Ren watched her step under the stream. Her hair immediately clung to her head and shoulders. Water slid over her breasts, circled her nipples, and fell from the hardened tips. It traveled down her flat stomach, pooling briefly in her navel before continuing downward, sliding between her thighs.
"Are you having second thoughts?" Hagakure teased when she saw he didn't follow right away.
"I am just appreciating the view."
"Pervert."
"You invited me here."
"Good point."
Ren stepped into the shower and immediately felt the hot water hit his skin. Hagakure's hands found his chest, tracing his pectorals and moving down his abdominals.
"Your turn to wash me," she said playfully. "Since you are the only one who can see where the dirt is."
Ren grabbed the bottle of liquid soap from the shelf. It was an expensive brand that smelled like cherry blossoms. He squeezed a generous amount into his palm.
"Turn around," he ordered.
He started at her shoulders, rubbing the soap into her skin with firm, massaging motions. His hands glided down her back, feeling the muscles beneath the slippery surface. The soap mixed with the water, creating an incredibly lubricated surface.
"That feels good..." Hagakure murmured.
When he reached the curve of her butt, he stopped. His palms rested on both cheeks, feeling the softness of the skin and the firmness of the muscle underneath.
Perfect.
He squeezed both cheeks decisively, feeling how they gave way slightly under the pressure of his fingers. He pulled them apart just a little, enough to see the cleft between them.
"Hey!" Hagakure protested without much conviction.
"I am just being meticulous," Ren said with innocence.
His index finger traced the line between her buttocks, moving down slowly. The soap made everything slippery. His finger glided without resistance. When he reached her rear entrance, he stopped. He made a soft circle around the small opening, feeling how it contracted under his touch.
Hagakure gasped. "That... that is not what gets washed first!"
"No?" His finger continued making circles, not pressing inward, just brushing. The muscle tensed every time he touched it, then relaxed slightly when he withdrew the pressure. "Have you ever had anything back here?"
"N-no," Hagakure admitted. "I have thought about it, but..."
"But?"
"But I was afraid it would hurt."
Ren's finger pressed lightly, not penetrating, just applying gentle pressure.
"It would hurt at first," he said honestly. "But if we do it right, with the proper preparation..." He pressed a bit more. "It could feel incredible."
"You sound like you know what you are doing."
"I have done my research."
Thank you, internet porn from my previous life.
"We are not doing that today, right?" Hagakure asked with an uncertain but also... curious voice?
"Not today," Ren agreed, withdrawing his finger. "Today is just about exploring what else we can do."
He turned her around so she was facing him. Ren's hands, still soapy, found her breasts. They were the perfect size for his hands. He covered them completely, feeling their weight and softness. He began to massage, his fingers sinking slightly into the soft flesh. His thumbs found the nipples, already erect from the water and excitement. He ran the pads of his thumbs over them, back and forth, feeling them harden even more.
They were a soft pink, darker at the tips. The water fell over them. Drops slid from the erect peaks. Ren saw a drop form on the tip of the right nipple, grow, tremble, and finally fall. Another replaced it immediately.
"Mmm," Hagakure hummed with appreciation.
Ren's hands moved lower, over her stomach, down to her thighs. He knelt in front of her, bringing his face to the level of her crotch.
"Open your legs."
Hagakure obeyed, widening her stance. Ren's soapy hands traveled along the inside of her thighs, deliberately avoiding her center. He could see her starting to get frustrated, her hips moving slightly, seeking contact.
"Please," she finally said.
"Please what?"
"Touch me."
"Where?"
"You know where!"
Ren smiled. "I want to hear you say it."
Hagakure hesitated. Then: "Touch my pussy. Please."
"Much better."
His fingers finally moved toward her center. They pushed through her outer folds, feeling the contrast between the slippery soap and her natural wetness. She was warmer here, softer. His fingers slid easily along her slit, parting her lips.
He gathered her moisture mixed with water, bringing it upward until he found her clitoris. The small protrusion was already hardened and sensitive. When he touched it, Hagakure's entire body shuddered. He made firm circles over the tiny button of nerves, applying constant pressure. He could feel it pulsing under his touch.
"Ah!" Hagakure's hands sought his shoulders for balance.
Ren stood up without his fingers stopping their work for a single moment. His left hand went to her hip, holding her. The fingers of his right hand continued their labor between her legs, alternating between quick circles and slow caresses. He backed her up until her back hit the tiled wall. The cold surface made her gasp upon contact with her hot skin.
"Have you ever touched yourself in the shower?" he asked conversationally, as if he wasn't giving her pleasure with his fingers at that very moment.
"Y-yes," Hagakure admitted breathlessly.
"Show me how."
"What?"
"Show me how you touch yourself when you are alone."
Hagakure's hand covered his, guiding his fingers to move in a specific pattern. Quick circles, then slow caresses, then quick again. Ren memorized the rhythm.
"Like that," she gasped. "Just like that."
"Good girl," Ren murmured. "Now let me show you something different."
He withdrew his hand from between her legs, ignoring her sound of protest. Instead, he reached for the detachable shower head, pulling it from its holder.
"What are you doing?" Hagakure asked.
"Have you ever used this for something other than washing your hair?"
Through his vision, Ren saw her face flush even deeper.
"I... maybe once or twice..."
"Show me where you aimed it."
"Ren..."
Slowly, almost timidly, Hagakure's hand took the shower head from his. Her fingers found the control on the handle, turning it until the water pattern changed from a steady flow to rapid pulses. Then she lowered it, guiding it between her own legs. The water hit her clitoris directly and she let out a sharp cry that echoed off the tiled walls.
"Nhg!"
"Like this," she admitted. "I aimed it right here."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Really good."
Ren took the shower head back. "Let me try."
He adjusted the angle, finding the exact spot. Hagakure's legs almost buckled.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Language," Ren joked. "What would your parents think?"
"I don't care," Hagakure gasped. "Don't stop!"
Ren kept the stream focused on her clitoris, watching how her body reacted to every pulse of water. At the same time, his free hand slid between her legs from behind. His fingers found her entrance, already soaked. He buried two fingers inside her all at once.
"Ah! Ah! That is... oh, God!"
Schlick... schlick... schlick...
The sound was audible even over the water. His fingers slid in and out, every movement producing that wet and obscene sound. The water from the shower head continued to hit her clitoris without rest. He could feel Hagakure's internal muscles starting to tremble around his fingers. Her breathing had become erratic.
"Are you close yet?" he asked.
"Yes! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Ren increased the pace of his fingers while keeping the water pressure constant. Hagakure's moans intensified, echoing against the tiled walls.
"Come for me right now."
As if his words were a trigger, Hagakure's orgasm hit her. Her body went rigid and her hands slapped the wet tiles seeking support while the pleasure tore through her.
"REN! OH, FUCK! YES!"
Her vagina contracted rhythmically around his fingers, pulsing with every wave of her climax. Ren kept the water pressure on her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm until she was shaking and begging him to stop.
"It is too much! It is too sensitive!"
Only then did Ren pull the shower head away, hanging it back on its support. He withdrew his fingers slowly. They came out with a wet sound, glistening with her fluids. Hagakure was panting heavily, her whole body trembling. Her legs could barely hold her up.
"That was cruel," she complained weakly.
"That was fun," Ren corrected. He turned her around, pressing her forehead against the tiled wall. "And we are not finished yet."
He positioned himself behind her, with his erection pressing against her butt. Hagakure instinctively pushed back against him.
"Already?" she asked. "But you just made me come."
"And I am about to make you come again."
Ren reached between them, guiding his member toward her entrance. He sank inside in one fluid thrust, and both groaned at the sensation.
Slap!
Their hips collided firmly against her rear. The position allowed for deep penetration, and Ren took full advantage of it, pulling out almost completely before lunging back in.
"Fuck!" Hagakure gasped, her hands braced against the wet tiles.
Slap, slap, slap!
Ren established a hard and fast rhythm immediately. There was no soft preparation this time or careful exploration. He fucked her against the shower wall with purpose and intensity.
"You take it so well," Ren said, his voice strained. "Your pussy feels incredible."
"Harder!" Hagakure demanded. "I can take it!"
Ren obeyed, driving his hips with greater force. The sound of wet skin hitting wet skin filled the bathroom, mixing with Hagakure's increasingly desperate moans.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!
One of Ren's hands found her hair, tangling in the wet strands and pulling her head back slightly.
God, this is a turn on, Ren thought. She loves it.
The slight pressure, combined with the deep penetration, was pushing Hagakure toward another orgasm.
"I am close again," she warned. "So close!"
"Not yet," Ren ordered. "You don't come until I say so."
"That isn't fair!"
"I don't care."
He slowed his pace deliberately, keeping her right on the edge but not letting her fall over. Hagakure let out a frustrated whine.
"Please!"
Ren kept that slow and torturous rhythm for another minute, watching Hagakure's expression become more and more desperate. Then, suddenly, he pulled out completely.
"Why... why did you stop?" Hagakure turned to look at him, confused and frustrated.
"Out of the shower," Ren ordered.
Hagakure stepped out onto the bath mat, water dripping from her invisible body. Ren followed her, turning off the faucet behind him.
"The bathroom counter," he said. "Lean over it."
"The counter?"
"Now."
Hagakure walked toward the sink. She leaned forward, her hands bracing on the cold marble of the countertop. The position left her butt elevated, perfectly exposed. Through his vision, Ren could see everything. Her sex was dripping, glistening with moisture. Her folds were swollen, pink, and ready.
"Good girl," he praised her, positioning himself behind her. "Now, about that toilet..."
He turned slightly toward the toilet next to the sink.
"Put your leg on the seat."
"What?" Hagakure turned her invisible head toward him.
"Your right leg. Up on the toilet seat. Trust me."
There was a pause. Then, slowly, Hagakure lifted her right leg. She bent it, lifting her thigh, and rested her foot on the closed toilet lid. The position opened her legs completely. One leg was straight, supporting her weight. The other was bent and elevated, exposing everything.
"Perfect," Ren said with genuine appreciation in his voice. "You look incredible like this."
"I feel ridiculous."
Ren stepped closer, letting his hands travel over her exposed butt and open thighs. The position gave him access to absolutely everything. He could see her sex, the pink folds glistening with moisture. He could see her entrance, slightly agape from the recent penetration. He could see how her clitoris stood out, flushed and sensitive.
"Have you ever thought about doing something like this?" he asked while his fingers traveled along the inside of her thighs, so close to her center but without touching it directly.
"No," Hagakure admitted. "Never."
"Good."
Ren positioned his member at the entrance, rubbing the tip up and down her folds, gathering moisture.
"Then this is another first time I will give you."
He thrust inside. The new angle was completely different. He sank deep, deeper than he had reached before. The angle allowed him to hit new spots.
"Oh, fuck! That is... it is so deep!"
Ren didn't give her time to adjust. His hands gripped her hips firmly and he began to move immediately.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!
The position was intense. Every thrust hit deeper than before, and Hagakure's leg on the toilet kept her pinned open, unable to close her legs or escape the relentless penetration.
"Ren! Oh, God! I can't... it is too much!"
"You can take it," Ren insisted. "Take it all."
His hands gripped her hips, keeping her in place while he fucked her with increasing intensity. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. His rhythm became erratic as his climax drew near.
"Touch yourself," he ordered.
Hagakure's hand flew to her clitoris, rubbing frantically. Within seconds, Ren felt her insides begin to tighten around him.
"I am coming! Ren, I am coming!"
"Do it," Ren grunted.
Hagakure's orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body convulsed. Her leg almost slipped off the toilet as the pleasure overwhelmed her. The sensation of her sex milking him pushed Ren over the edge.
"Fuck! Hagakure!"
He buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, feeling his member pulse inside her as he filled her with another load of semen.
Spurt... spurt... spurt...
They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling. Finally, Ren withdrew slowly. He came out with a wet sound. Immediately he saw a thick mixture of white semen and clear fluid begin to leak out of her, sliding down the inside of her thigh.
That is so fucking erotic.
Hagakure lowered her leg from the toilet carefully, almost collapsing. Ren caught her, supporting her weight.
"That was..." She tried to speak, but couldn't find the words.
"Intense?" Ren suggested.
"Incredible," Hagakure corrected. "But also intense. Very intense."
She turned toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I think I really do need a real shower now," she said with a weak laugh. "We... got distracted."
"We did."
They went back into the shower and this time they actually washed. Ren shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp gently. She washed his back. It was a surprisingly domestic and intimate moment.
When they were finally clean, they dried off with fluffy towels. Hagakure led him back to her room, walking slowly. As soon as they reached the bed, she collapsed onto the mattress, completely exhausted.
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