Watanabe, the most beautiful actress in Gion, Kyoto, changes clothes for guests from Tokyo.

After putting the yukata on Miki Kujo's alluring white body, Toru Watanabe was finally able to take off the kimono.

The two put on slippers, and Toru Watanabe took a towel and clothes and headed to the hot spring that belonged to this room.

"The hot springs erupt from the mountains and flow into the Pacific Ocean. They are very clean. I asked the boss to clean them before I came here."

"good."

"In the future, wherever we are going to travel, I will build a house there first, or buy a new one?"

"That would limit the fun of traveling at will and going wherever you want. Like this time, just let people change all their belongings."

"Listen to you."

The path leading to the private hot spring is filled with Daidai flowers, ghost ferns, and phoenix pines.

There is also a shallow stream as wide as the palm of your hand, with daffodils blooming on both sides of it with small white flowers.

The hot spring highlights the natural charm, and the only artificial trace is the exquisite stone lantern on the ground.

The two took off their clothes and entered the hot spring.

The whole body is soaked in it, only the shoulders are slightly exposed, leaning against the hot spring, looking at the sea under the setting sun.

The atmosphere is so cozy and comfortable that people don't want to talk.

But precisely because of its rarity, Toru Watanabe couldn't help but feel regretful:

"I really want to be like this forever."

Miki Kujo moved her position slightly, the hot spring rippled, and she snuggled into Toru Watanabe's arms.

The steaming water vapor and the soft light are intertwined.

It was a silent evening. Apart from the flow of hot spring water, the only sound that could be heard was the friction of leaves against leaves.

After reluctantly soaking in the hot spring, the two returned to the room.

I called the front desk and a waiter immediately brought dinner.

"excuse me."

The two people who walked in were both waitresses, and both were wearing light green kimonos, which was very suitable for spring.

They knelt down at the table for two and set the food plates at a slow pace.

The movements are elegant, and every time a dish is placed, one of them will introduce the origin of the dish softly.

Abalone from Izu, cantaloupe sweet soup from Shizuoka, croakers holding eggs in Lake Biwa in early spring, vegetables from so-and-so’s garden, lobsters from somewhere, crabs caught when.

Their voices are soft and comforting, just like the rain hitting the green tiles on a rainy day.

When placing chopsticks and towels, they would bend slightly, hold them with both hands, and place them respectfully in front of the two of them.

"You two, please use it slowly. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

They bowed slightly, knelt and took a few steps back, then stood up and walked towards the door with small steps.

After leaving the door, he bowed to the two of them again before closing the door gently.

The room returned to silence, and Toru Watanabe looked at Miki Kujo in front of him.

"When will the geisha I ordered come? If she doesn't come, I will be unhappy." He said with a smile.

Miki Kujo glanced at him angrily, put down the chopsticks she had just picked up, and turned around to enter the bedroom.

Watanabe Toru was alone, but his heartbeat filled the entire room.

After taking a bite of the food, he put down his chopsticks and took a sip of tea. Still not satisfied, he couldn't help but pour some sake.

After taking several sips, the surging blood was relieved slightly, and he began to eat the food one bite at a time.

About ten minutes later, Kujo Miki came out.

She tied her hair back in a hairpin.

The kimono style on her body is similar to what Toru Watanabe wore before taking a shower.

The bright red color and the small geisha fan in her hand, when placed on Miki Kujo, don't look coquettish at all.

She walked slowly, her kimono skirt slightly touching the floor, giving her a gorgeous look.

In the bright yellow light in the room, she looked like the most beautiful and noble woman in the Orient.

Watanabe Toru stared at her intently.

Kujo Miki walked to his side, slowly knelt down, picked up the wine cup, and poured wine for Toru Watanabe with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

At the same time, she said softly:

"Sir, what dance do you want to see?"

Watanabe Toru drank the wine in one gulp to control his emotions a little.

"Is there the kind of dance where a woman can't sleep alone and misses her man?"

"Yes." Kujo Miki responded softly.

She put down the wine cup and stood up elegantly and charmingly.

Only by lending him a drink could Toru Watanabe resist the urge to put his arms around her slender waist and pull her into his arms.

Kujo Miki took a few steps away, held the hairpin between her index finger and thumb, and gently pulled it out.

That beautiful black hair poured down like flowing water.

She opened her fan and danced and sang.

"Black-haired..."

The song is sad and long-lasting, full of affection.

She has a slender figure, graceful dancing posture, elegant and graceful posture, coquettish, noble and gorgeous.

Occasionally, he would cover his face with his kimono sleeves and glance at Toru Watanabe with his beautiful eyes.

"Come to me." This was the first thing Toru Watanabe said after watching the dance and listening to the music.

Kujo Miki swayed like a red rose blown by the spring breeze.

When she approached Toru Watanabe, she let out a sweet cry of "Oh!" and fell into Toru Watanabe's arms.

Just when Toru Watanabe couldn't control himself and reached out to hold her in his arms, she pushed him away with both hands.

"Master, I only dance and accompany you with drinks, and I don't accept guests." She turned her head slightly.

The two of them were very close to each other. Because of the fall just now, her black hair with a faint fragrance was still on Watanabe Teru's chest.

"I don't think so. I just want to help the young lady." With that said, Watanabe Toru put his hand into the skirt of the kimono and kneaded her thigh through the white stockings.

Miki Kujo pushed his chest gently with both hands, causing the two of them to separate their bodies, and turned away shyly.

"If you keep doing this, I'm going back," she said childishly.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." Toru Watanabe raised his hands.

Kujo Miki immediately smiled and said like a child: "Then I will pour wine for you."

Watanabe Toru drank the wine poured by Miki Kujo and asked: "Where are you from, Miss?"

"Iwate Prefecture."

"Oh, great place, I've been there."

"Where did you come from?" Miki Kujo held the chopsticks for him with one hand and put them under his chin with the other.

Every time Toru Watanabe finished a bite of food, she picked up a towel with her slender hands and wiped his mouth carefully.

"Tokyo."

"I've been there too. When rich people celebrated their birthdays, they even asked me to dance."

"Amazing! It seems very famous?"

"That's right, I also danced for many foreigners!"

"oh?"

"Hello, I am Jiujo Meiji, and I am very happy to dance for you."

"Chinese." Toru Watanabe nodded.

"Hello, I am Kujo Miki, from Hawaii, USA."

"Do Americans also watch Zephyr Dance?"

"It's best to cheat foreigners out of their money. They don't understand anything." Kujo Miki proudly raised her snow-white neck.

"So powerful? How old are you this year?"

"Twelve years old."

"...Wait, let me change it, at least fourteen years old, right?"
To be continued...