The night is alluring.

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III. Yuri Takenouchi

Leaving the city, escaping the traffic, and onto the highway, I could finally drive at a faster pace. Even though I was speeding at the
120 km/h limit, it still took me half an hour to find an exit. Following the signs, I turned onto a
two-lane road with only a paved embankment and found the so-called hot spring resort in the middle of nowhere. Looking at the few
scattered , I wondered why they would choose such a dilapidated place.

By the time I reached the resort's entrance, dusk had fallen. A young man in his thirties, wearing a suit, waved
his hands, signaling me to stop. When I rolled down the window, he said he was sent by Young Master An to meet me at the entrance. Despite the chilly spring air, he
seemed to have been waiting for a long time; his face was a little blue from the cold, and he shivered
slightly .

After introducing himself, he said his surname was Hu.

"Please call me Xiao Hu, Mr. Ye," he said timidly, his eyes almost avoiding mine, seemingly a little nervous.

Why wasn't it Xiao Ji, who often accompanied Young Master An?

I asked who else was present.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Hu said that only Young Master An was waiting in the izakaya.

No female companion? That's not like Young Master An at all!

When the car stopped, I realized it was a Japanese izakaya. Walking through the door with its red lanterns, a
middle-aged woman in a kimono bowed and said "Irasshaimase (Welcome)," leading us into a small room.
As soon as the door opened, a warm breeze filled the room, and sure enough, only Young Master An was inside, drinking alone.

"Having come all this way, what are some good recommendations?" With Xiao Hu present, and not knowing
his background since it was our first meeting, I spoke very subtly.

"Hahaha, today I'll let you try some Japanese girls!" Young Master An didn't shy away from Xiao Hu, which was also
a way of reassuring me, and then turned to the middle-aged woman and said, "My guest has arrived, tell Lily to come quickly!"

We weren't used to the tatami mats in Japan, so we all sat cross-legged. Just as I was about to pick up my chopsticks, Young Master An said there was no
rush and that I should take a bath and change into a bathrobe like his.

As he spoke, the small door was timidly opened, and a young woman in a kimono poked her head in, smiled slightly, and let us
in with small, quick steps in her wooden clogs. She turned and closed the door, then slowly knelt down and bowed, saying a string of Japanese.

Young Master An winked at me and told me her name was Takenouchi Yuri, and that she would take me to change. Yuri
opened a small door to a cubicle, revealing a steamy interior—it turned out there was a hot spring next door; no wonder the room was
so warm and had a slight sulfurous smell. Yuri opened the door again and knelt down, holding a pair of slippers for
me.

Xiao Hu was also dressed in a suit and tie, but Young Master An made no move to ask him to change as well, looking at me with
envy. Young Master An still had his signature mischievous grin, telling me to relax and enjoy myself.

I changed into slippers and walked to the wardrobe in the corner. Lily helped me untie my tie as I carefully examined
this foreign girl. My first impression was that she was young. Although she wore barely perceptible light makeup, she was definitely no
more than 20 years old. Hmm… even 16, if you consider the younger age, is an option. Her head only reached my chin, and she was about
1.6 meters tall. Her face was oval, giving her a sweet and innocent look. She wasn't exactly a stunning beauty; she had a few
fine freckles on her cheeks, but her youthful charm was undeniable. She was petite, and her chest, beneath the collar of her kimono, was a patch of delicate white flesh
. Judging from the slight bulge, her breasts probably weren't too large. She was still in the budding stage!

Seeing me staring at her with a smile, she didn't shyly lower her head like most girls her age. While untying her
tie and buttons, she boldly met my intense gaze from time to time, smiling with pursed lips.

Uh… what should I say? I wondered how long she had been in China, and whether she spoke Mandarin.

I asked her, "How old are you?"

She looked puzzled.

Damn, I joined the army right after junior high, and my only English fluentities, let alone Japanese, are "hello" and
"bye-bye." This was the first time I'd encountered someone I couldn't communicate with verbally.

So I slowly said, "You're very pretty!" and even touched her cheek, giving her a thumbs up!

She must have understood then, and her smile became even sweeter.

After hanging up my coat and tie, she didn't hesitate to unbuckle my belt. Gently, she pulled down my underwear, then
knelt down and carefully took off my socks. This maid-like service was so heartwarming! Once I
was completely clean, she gestured for me to get into the hot spring.

I lay comfortably in the slightly slippery water, looking at the lilies through the rising steam. She carefully folded and hung up my
clothes, neatly placing my shoes by the door, but then unexpectedly pulled back a small screen and went to
undress herself. Before I went in, she playfully stuck out her tongue at me, as if to say, "I won't let you see!"

The hot spring water was quite hot, and I started sweating after soaking in it for just a minute. I sat on a stone stool in the water,
only my chest and above exposed, feeling incredibly comfortable and lazy. I just wanted to find a pillow and take a nap.

A beautiful woman emerged from behind the screen, instantly relieving my fatigue. She was completely naked, her
Japanese- hair bun loose, her long hair flowing gracefully as she walked. She really did have the figure of a young girl; her breasts weren't
fully developed yet, two bright red nipples adorning her snow-white chest. Her lower body was completely hairless, just
slightly swollen, split little mounds.

She stepped into the pool, holding a bath sponge, and cheerfully rubbed my chest, beginning to help me bathe.
I had built a strong foundation during my years in the military, and after my discharge, I had always enjoyed sports. For a few years, I even had
targeted . Although I had more social engagements and less exercise after becoming a company leader, my physique was still well-defined.
Broad chest, broad shoulders, and strong arms, she rubbed my pectoral muscles with a sponge, said something in Japanese, and playfully mimicked me by giving
a thumbs-up, probably to compliment my physique. I felt quite pleased with myself.

I knew my features were too angular; anyone who complimented me on my looks was definitely flattering me. But quite
a few women had complimented me on my masculinity and good looks. This great physique was indeed something I was proud of.

With a naked little girl beside me, I didn't hold back. I stretched out my arm and pulled her into my arms,
kissing her on the lips and laughing heartily. She let out a soft cry and fell into my arms, laughing after my surprise attack
. She broke free from my embrace and tapped my head with the sponge as punishment. Then she took my arm and
began to scrub it with the sponge. Of course, I didn't want to be so old-fashioned, so a strange hand began to slowly roam over her back.
I gently stroked her neck and behind her ears. Under my tender teasing, and with the warmth of the steam, two
blushes rose on her cheeks. She let me be, carefully washing every inch of my skin. Her chest, arms, and back
were all cleansed. She pulled me up, gesturing for me to stand on a stone bench. Now, my erect penis was directly in front of her face.

She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling, and grasped my thick penis with one hand. My already
firm penis, in her soft hand, quickly stood erect, like a leaf bud growing at full speed!
Wanting to show off, I gathered my strength, and my 18-centimeter-long penis stood erect, almost touching my lower abdomen. The veins
bulged, the glans gleamed, nodding incessantly, like a small dragon ready to devour its prey.

She wasn't afraid at all; instead, she seemed to have discovered a beloved toy. She let out a joyful cry, then
cupped my penis in both hands and stroked it a few times.

So good! I couldn't help but groan with pleasure.

She giggled at me and began gently scrubbing my entire groin area with the sponge. From my thighs
to my genitals, perhaps knowing how sensitive that area was for men, her movements were exceptionally gentle. While scrubbing with one hand, she continued to stroke my penis
with the other , giving me continuous pleasure. When she reached the shaft and scrotum, she put down
the sponge and began working with only her hands. She was so meticulous that she lifted my penis and
cleaned .

After wiping my thighs, she spent a lot
of .

Without a doubt, this was the cleanest bath I had ever had in my life.

She giggled and pulled me down. I was burning with lust and was considering whether to take this little vixen right there and then.
But Lily gestured for me to turn around and bend over.

Me, a grown man, sticking my ass out at her? What kind of position was that?

Confused, I did as she said.

It turned out she was going to clean my anus too…

Before I could object, her slender fingers were already pressing against my anus, gently rubbing it.

Just as I was about to protest, her other hand reached between my legs, grasped my penis, and continued to stroke it.

Seeing I didn't object, she went a step further, inserting a small finger into my anus, moving it in and out to clean it
internally .

My displeasure was only momentary. Damn, you guys with girlfriends or wives, you should definitely try
this , I guarantee you'll experience an extraordinary pleasure.

I was certain again that this was the cleanest bath I'd ever had in my life.

My male pride made me unwilling to remain passive any longer. Ignoring her cries, I scooped this petite
girl out of the water, found a clean spot by the pool, laid her down, and began my vigorous assault!

Honestly, with such a young girl, the novelty far outweighed the pleasure. Her well-proportioned figure and delicate skin were advantages,
but this girl was very mischievous and ticklish; wherever I touched her, she giggled incessantly.

After admiring her shaved, small vulva for a while, I thrust
into her, penetrating her completely. She started screaming and shouting in Japanese I couldn't understand, showing absolutely no shyness whatsoever.

You have to admit, Japanese women can be quite unrestrained when they want to be. She knew there were several people sitting just a wall away, yet she
was completely oblivious, lost in her own sensations, to the point that she couldn't even hear the Japanese songs playing in the shop.

Infected by her emotions, I stopped suppressing my pleasure, bringing her to an orgasm, and then, at
the last , I pulled out, straddled her chest, and ejaculated thick streams of semen onto her delicate face.

Young people have so much energy. She quickly reverted to her mischievous self. I scraped
a asked her to lick it, and she grabbed a handful

, pretending to smear it on my face. We teased and joked around for a while before finally putting on our bathrobes and going outside.

I'm a seasoned veteran of the underworld, my skin thicker than the walls of Beijing; Takenouchi Yuri, though a
novice is clearly a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters. We both handled An Gongzi's teasing with composure.
Xiao Hu, on the other hand, sat stiffly to one side, his expression strange, as if he'd done something shameful.

A middle-aged man appeared in the room, wearing an apron and a white towel around his head. Food was laid out on a small table,
seemingly waiting for us to begin our meal.

An Gongzi introduced him as the owner and head chef, mentioning his Japanese name—too long to remember.
But when we greeted him, he spoke with a thick Northeastern accent. He immediately explained he was of mixed Chinese and Japanese
descent, one-quarter Chinese.

At this point, I noticed An Gongzi looking at me with a meaningful gaze, so I didn't press further, simply praising
the restaurant's exquisite decor and pleasant atmosphere. The owner modestly replied, adding that it was all thanks to An Gongzi.

We clinked glasses and drank merrily. I'm not very knowledgeable about Japanese cuisine. While the dishes looked vibrant and delicate, they weren't
particularly to my taste, so
I only took a small bite each time. Young Master An, however, clearly knew his stuff, explaining each dish as it was served, which broadened my understanding. The sake went smoothly but had a strong aftereffect; I hadn't eaten much, and I
quickly became slightly tipsy. Young Master An, seemingly unintentionally, encouraged Takenouchi Yuri to drink a few more cups, and the young girl started acting unrestrained
. She was initially sitting between Young Master An and me, but later she rested her head on my lap, her delicate white feet
constantly prying open Young Master An's clothes and rubbing against his chest
. Seeing that Young Master An wasn't moved, she simply started rubbing his crotch with her feet, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Young Master An, his food disturbed, feigned anger, turned her over, lifted her kimono, and slapped her
bare, round, slightly upturned buttocks twice. Seeing the red marks immediately appear on her snow-white buttocks, I
thought to myself, "He really has the heart to do that." Takenouchi Yuri, her eyes still alluring, continued to laugh and
play . She even glanced at An Gongzi with a hint of provocation.

For some reason, An Gongzi's self-control was exceptionally strong tonight. He let her go after two slaps and continued eating and drinking. I
stole a glance at Xiao Hu; his eyes were glued to Takenouchi Yuri's buttocks, and despite not having drunk a drop, his face was
flushed. The owner seemed unfazed, smiling as he focused on making rice balls.

Later, Takenouchi Yuri practically went mad. She simply took off her bathrobe, leaving only a
belt to cover her lower body, and sang and danced, swaying her small, apple-like breasts. She even insisted on drinking a toast with me and An Gongzi
, and then kissing him on the lips.

An Gongzi casually showed off his skills, conversing with Takenouchi Yuri in fluent Japanese, during which he...
Looking at Xiao Hu made him even more flustered. Suddenly, Yuri Takenouchi ran up to Xiao Hu, playfully hugging his
head and pressing it against her chest, as if to breastfeed him.

We all burst into laughter, while Xiao Hu struggled awkwardly, practically wanting to disappear into the ground.

Yuri became even more audacious, reaching out to pull down his zipper, trying to pull out his penis.

Xiao Hu finally couldn't resist, broke free, and fled through the door.

After the meal, I called for the bill. The middle-aged woman who had greeted us at the door came to pay. I had expected the meal
to cost several thousand, but she only charged me 800 yuan. When I offered her more, she kept bowing and speaking
in Japanese I couldn't understand. We changed our clothes and came out. Xiao Hu had already turned on the heater and
was waiting at the door. The owner and Yuri Takenouchi saw us off. Yuri seemed to have sobered up a bit by then, becoming very polite,
kneeling to say goodbye.

Xiao Hu was driving, and Mr. An insisted on sitting in the passenger seat, leaving me in the back.

Once we were on the highway, I asked Mr. An how he had discovered this wonderful place in the middle of nowhere. He chuckled,
"It wasn't a discovery."

Along the way, Mr. An began telling the story of the shop.

The story started with the owner's maternal grandmother. She came to Northeast China during the Japanese occupation of Manchukuo,
when she was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Her family had been reclaiming wasteland in a village in Northeast China. After the Emperor's
surrender and the Japanese army's retreat, these civilians were
repeatedly robbed by bandits, guerrillas, local militias, and even farmers in Northeast China. Eight or nine out of ten died from beatings, starvation, freezing, or disease. His grandmother was considered lucky; after her entire family
perished , she married an honest farmer and had four daughters and one son. Later, when diplomatic relations were normalized, her mother
returned to Japan, taking only her youngest daughter with her due to the policies at the time. This girl
was the owner's mother. Although they caught the wave of Japan's rapid economic development as one of the "Four Asian Tigers," people
like them , lacking education, fluent in Japanese, and long isolated from Japanese society, could only engage in low-level
manual labor. Later, mainland China opened up and reformed. Because… Mr. An vaguely mentioned "some
connection ," their generation reconnected. The boss opened an izakaya (Japanese pub), learned cooking, but
… He paused, then said, "For some reasons," he divorced and moved to
this .

At this point, he turned around from the front row and smiled at me.

Xiao Hu was still lamenting the fickleness of fate and the cruel twists of destiny, but his smile stirred something within me.
Could it be…?

I asked, "What did you say the boss's name was again?"

He repeated the Japanese name, paused, and added, "His Chinese name is Takenouchi Ikuchi."

Xiao Hu, oblivious, continued his rambling. I leaned back, sighed,
and closed my eyes to savor this lewd story.

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