070. Talk about your memories of Hazuka.

"Yeah," I gulped and looked away from Yuki. Then even after I said it I was silent for a long time. I didn’t just want to say platitudes, I wanted to remember the real Hazuka, give her the respect she deserved, even for all the hell she put me through.

"I remember telling her I loved her the first time," I then said out of the blue. Yuki didn’t judge or question, just sat quietly and patiently waited to listen. "I…" I gulped down my nerves and continued; "It was about ten years ago. She used to hang out and play with me and Kouki, back when we were rich and lived in the manor." I’d almost forgot about that, but losing Hazuka brought every moment I had with her rushing into my mind. "I was six and stupid, but one day Shinji was picking on me and she ran over and made him stop." It hurt too much and I started crying again, "Why couldn’t I do that for her?"

Yuki held me and eventually I calmed down again. Then she asked, "The first time?"

"Yeah," I said kind of embarrassed. "Maybe a year ago she asked me to marry her and I confessed again, but it turned out it was just some kind of joke for a bet she and Kouki had going." It was pathetic now it hardly seemed worthy of talking about.

"You always loved her, didn’t you?" Yuki then asked sounding mournful.

"Yeah, I guess I did," I sighed. We sat together for a long time in silence then until I saw the sun was starting to get low by the reddening of the sky outside her windows. "I got to get home. Kouki will be worried about me."

"Yeah," Yuki said and stood as I left her house. I could tell she wanted to say something, and I knew I should thank her for helping me cope with what had happened, but instead neither of us said anything. Whatever this was it had been nice, but it was over. We just never really connected after that, but kissing her made me wish that I had.

Walking soberly in the red sunlight, admiring the beauty of the clouds I got the feeling that they resembled wounds in the sky itself, long red and bloody. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just with Hazuka being gone, but something in the world was causing these wounds. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was or how I knew it, but something wrong and evil was haunting me, causing this pain. I could feel it.

Then I heard a muffled cry as I was walking past the manor house. I entered the gardens, cautiously creeping forward to see if anyone was around, but saw nothing. That’s when I saw the light puffs of smoke coming from the fire that heated the boiler for the water for the bathhouse. Someone was taking a late afternoon soak, which meant almost certainly Setsuko was in there.

Azami generally only bathed once it was dark, and often liked cold baths so rarely started a fire for the boiler. Her daughter on the other hand liked it hot and often made me fetch more wood to keep the fire going for a long time to always have fresh hot water at her fingertips. It also turned the bathhouse into a sauna so she could sweat off any extra pounds to keep her fantastic body fit and trim. It sure seemed to work, plus the look of sweat glossing over her flawless naked skin was super sexy!

With a glance left and right to make sure no one was watching, I snuck across the large open back yard around the koi pond and squatted down to peek through the one old knothole that had come out of a board at the back of the bathhouse. Sure enough inside was the beautiful young blonde just taking off her clothes to get into the steaming hot water.

‘Awesome!' I said to myself without letting a sound escape my lips. I really needed some relief right now. I pull out my half-hard dick and lick my palm before rubbing it gently. Damn Setsuko is one fine girl; her body unblemished and perfectly proportioned in every way. Her hips have just the right amount of curve after her trim belly. Her breasts, while not as big as her mother’s barely sag with her young tight skin. And she doesn’t have so much as a scar or even a mole anywhere on her body. I’d love to just grab her hips, sit her right on my lap right now, spearing my tool up inside her untouched flesh...

My actual vision must be getting confused with my fantasy because I swear she began doing more than just washing her body in the tub of warm water. I can’t see what’s going on below her shoulders anymore where the walls of the tub obstructed my view. All I could really see was her head, but still, that was enough to fuel my masturbation fantasy as it usually did when I peeped on her this way, but today she was rocking her head and about, and then…

"Oh, yeah…" Setsuko moaned as she threw her head back and her shoulders churned repeatedly as a slow and steady rhythm. Holy fuck! Is she actually masturbating with me? That is so fucking hot! I was already stiffening again from my daydream, but seeing that made me instantly as hard as a rock. I licked my hand again for more lubrication and started slapping my meat faster, holding back just enough to stay quiet and keep my balance to hold my eye still, locked into watching her every tiny move. Now if only I could see just a little more of her.

As if by just thinking it Setsuko suddenly stopped and got up. ‘Shit, I guess she’s done,' I thought depressed, but then she only kicked up one leg to the side of the tub as she sat on the edge, giving me a full and exposed view of her trim wet darkened bush and her fingers, her pointer and middle finger, going back to the top of her suddenly exposed slit and circling around some sensitive spot there.

I was paralyzed with amazement at her doing this right in front of my eyes, well eye, since the hole was just big enough for one with the other, pressed closed hard. Today was truly my lucky day, but it only got better. I swear she looked right at me and whispered, "Fuck me," just before she curled one slim finger up inside her and gasped as the first knuckle slipped inside.

Did she want me to? No, she couldn’t. She didn’t know I was here. She was probably fantasizing about her fiancé Shinji. But the fact she was clearly getting so much pleasure out of something as small as just the tip of her tiny finger started giving me hope. For ages, I’d always been the runt in my tiny body and thought the older boys like Shinji teased me about that they also teased that my tiny dick would never satisfy a woman. But my dick was at least the size of two, probably three fingers when it was hard, and quite a bit longer. I couldn’t look away as Setsuko was clearly breathing faster and harder getting herself off with just that little bit of penetration. That made me wonder if it wasn’t everyone else with the tiny dicks.

The ego boost that gave me had my member swelling bigger and harder than ever, well that and the sexiness of watching the most beautiful girl in the world fingering herself. I wasn’t going to last long as I squeezed my dick harder. "Yes, that’s it. Cum for me. Cum inside…" Setsuko panted, shaking. She… Did she know I was here? She said it so loud and clearly, she couldn’t still be talking to herself, could she?

"I want to feel it. Please… Cum inside!" she moaned loudly. Fuck I guess she did really want it! I couldn’t think straight anymore with my swollen and throbbing cock about to bust a nut. I stood up and rushed around to the doorway, dropping my wooden sandals off, and slipped inside hesitantly, just in case I was wrong, but Setsuko didn’t scream or yell, just a few feet away from me, still wantonly frisking her cunt fiercely now.

"I’m cuming!" she grunted and curled up her body.

I was so turned on I squeezed my dick hard and slapped hard only a few times before joining her in ecstasy. "Me too!" I groaned as I began shooting white long jets of sperm all over her hot, naked, nubile body.

"Ahhh!" Setsuko squealed. It was the single most amazing thing I’d ever done, and I must have cum for half a minute as I spurted out the biggest load of my life. My first tall streak of cream landed in her hair, then next got her cheek as she violently twisted her head so I wouldn’t get it in her mouth, then two more fell shorter. One drizzled over her tit and erect nipple, then the last losing all its steam landed on her foot on the edge of the tub.

Damn, did that feel so fucking good. In fact, I was so turned on I didn’t even get soft. I hoped it was as erotic and exciting for her as it was for me because I was really hoping she’d be up for round two and to do more than just jerk off this time. I touched her thigh, but that snapped her out of her post-coital bliss and her eyes snapped open. "Kenji?"

"Yeah, I…" I was about to compliment her on her how amazing that experience had been, but never got the chance.

"What the fuck!" she screeched as if she just realized she was coated in my spooge. She violently started flailing to wipe it off her body. "How fucking dare you!" she screamed. "What the fuck?"

"Hey, it was your idea," I said defensively. "You were the one that said you wanted to feel it and to come inside."

Setsuko blanched, "You were watching me!?!" Oh fuck. She didn’t know? She must really have just been fantasizing, probably about Shinji. "You fucking hentai!" she screamed and grabbed the soap, the only thing close enough to her, and threw it at me. "Peeping mother fucking hentai!" she howled as the bar hit me.

It didn’t really hurt, though it was hard as I deflected it with my arm. "Ow!" I said, more in reaction than pain as I pulled up my pants and bumbled backward. "Sorry!" I called back as I fled out the door.

"Sorry? You fucking will be fucking sorry when I fucking cut your mother fucking balls off!" she screamed after me and continued ranting after I grabbed my sandals and ran around the manor house to escape her rage.

Damn it! I thought for sure… I should have known Setsuko was just lost in her fantasy and would never have actually been talking to me. What was I thinking? My mind must be going crazy seeing and hearing things that just couldn’t be true. I just stood there calling myself an idiot for a while, wondering how I was going to survive after she told everyone about what I’d done. My reputation, hell my life was finished.

<Smack> "Ahhh!" I heard in quick succession, distant and far away. I looked around and then heard it again. There was a slap, then a sound of a muffled cry coming from somewhere, unless I was imagining that too. It only took me a few seconds to follow the repeated sounds down to a small grungy window on the backside of the manor that was the only external source of light for the basement. Inside was a bright torch burning to let me clearly see Setsuko garbed in a tight black leather outfit with a big wooden paddle, ferociously spanking Chizu who laid face down and strapped naked to a table by heavy leather straps. With Hazuka’s **** still so close to me I was outraged and knew I had to stop her. There was no way I was going to let another innocent girl suffer, even if it cost me everything.