【Dream Fairy Tale】(Flower Fairy: Cherry Blossom Chapter)

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Every April, I feel an urge to go to Japan to see the cherry blossoms, not because the cherry blossoms are beautiful, but
because there's a beautiful dream there…
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"Damn it! What kind of attitude is that? They fired me just because they said my English wasn't good enough. If you're going to lay off employees, at least come up with a better
reason!" I cursed as I drank beer at home.
This morning, my manager suddenly called me to his office and said a bunch of things. At first, I didn't quite understand, but in the end, he
just told me to go home and eat my fill. If he wanted to
lay me off, he should have just said so. Why make it sound like I was unwilling a thousand times over? I continued drinking my beer, getting more and more annoyed. I decided to just treat it as a vacation and go abroad for a trip
.
After thinking it through, I felt much more relaxed. I finished my last glass of beer, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep.
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Today the weather is sunny; it's a perfect day for travel. With this idea in mind, and wanting to relax a bit,
I took out the money I'd saved up, packed my bags, booked an economy class ticket, and prepared to travel to
Japan on my own.
Once on the plane, I looked around, and whether it was just bad luck or what, none of the flight attendants
were pretty; at most, they had decent figures. Oh well! I'll just look at them reluctantly; the time will pass quickly anyway.
Just as I was lamenting the lack of attractive flight attendants, a small, fair hand gently tapped my shoulder, and a soft
voice brought me back to reality.
"Sir! Excuse me, is this seat for xxx?" The soft voice, with a slight Japanese
accent, came from a woman with a pure and innocent appearance and pink lips.
Attracted by the beauty before me, I hadn't yet understood her question; another call made me realize what she
meant.
"This should be it," I replied. Only then could I properly "appreciate" this woman.
She had long, pinkish hair, whether dyed or natural, adorned with a cherry
blossom-shaped hair clip. Her face was beautiful, not in a flamboyant way, but rather clean and pure.
She had an oval face, slightly arched eyebrows, bright almond-shaped eyes, and a cherry-sized mouth with pink
lipstick. Her skin was very fair, and she wore a kimono-like top and skirt with cherry blossom
patterns.
I was sitting by the window on the plane, and the woman sat next to me near the aisle.
This was my encounter with her…
“Hello! My name is Chen Yongjie, my Japanese name is Chen Yangtai. Judging from your accent, you must be Japanese
!” I started chatting with the woman next to me in Japanese.
"Huh?! You speak Japanese!" The woman next to me seemed surprised and unconsciously answered me in Japanese,
"Hello! My name is Haruno Sakurako, I am Japanese, nice to meet you."
During our conversation, I learned that we were going to the same destination, but I was going on a trip while
she was going back to her hometown.
We chatted quite happily. Luckily, I majored in Japanese in high school, so talking to her
wasn't too difficult.
She seemed like a very shy person, perhaps because she met someone who could speak Japanese in a foreign land, which made it
easier for her to chat with me.
After getting off the plane, we went our separate ways. Just as I was about to call a taxi, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten
to ask her for her contact information. It seemed that seeing her again would be difficult.
I took a taxi to the hot spring hotel I had booked beforehand, and asked the driver what places I could visit for sightseeing
.
The hot spring hotel was a historic Japanese building, with antiques and artifacts everywhere, and
people wearing yukatas.
After putting down my luggage, I took the yukata provided by the hotel and went to the men's bath, intending to soak before dinner. Entering
the general area of the men's bath, it wasn't crowded, probably because everyone was eating.
Soaking alone, I thought of Sakura, whom I'd met on the plane that morning, and couldn't help but admire her beauty—truly a beautiful
woman, her name reflecting her blossoming cherry blossom. As I was thinking this, I suddenly noticed a red
mark near my chest, the pattern of which resembled a cherry blossom.
I rubbed it, but the mark didn't disappear. Not wanting to dwell on it, I got up and left the bath.
Japanese set meals are always so exquisite, no matter how many times I eat them. With nothing else to do afterward,
I strolled leisurely along the hillside behind the onsen ryokan, looking at the cherry trees already in full bloom with white blossoms; inhaling
the faint fragrance of the flowers, a gentle breeze blew by, making me feel refreshed all over.
Just as I was enjoying the exhilaration, a sudden burst of pink caught my eye. It was a
cherry blossom tree in full bloom, its flowers more numerous than any other tree, and with each gust of wind, they fell like pink snowflakes
, seemingly endless.
Amidst the white blossoms, the pink cherry blossoms stood out even more. As I marveled at the unique beauty of the cherry blossoms
, a gust of wind carrying the pink blossoms blew towards me, and instantly all I saw was pink.
I blinked a few times, and a beautiful figure came into view: a pink kimono; pink cherry
blossom patterns; and a cherry blossom-shaped hairstyle.
Finally, a cluster of pink petals amidst the white snow—it was like a painting. At that moment, I even
wondered if it was a dream, if the person before me was a fairy.
A gust of wind blew again, bringing me back to reality. Just then, the woman turned
around…
“Ah! Sakurako (Yota), it’s you!?” I exclaimed in unison with the woman.
We were both surprised to meet here, and for me, it was even more unbelievable; it felt
like something out of a movie.
"Sakurako, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going back to your hometown?" I asked, both excited and puzzled
.
"My home is around here, Yota. Why are you here? Are you here on vacation?" Sakurako replied, equally
puzzled.
"I'm staying at a nearby hot spring inn. Oh, right! Sakura, your hometown is here, so
could you take me to see some of the famous sights around here?" I asked Sakura.
Sakura patted her chest and readily agreed to my suggestion; she looked so adorable.
After that, I spent almost every day with Sakura. We went to shrines together, visited ancient
temples, and ate street food in various places. We had a wonderful time every day, and with Sakura's comforting words, I gradually
stopped caring about being fired. This period was happier and more joyful than any I had ever experienced before. 　　 On
the last day of the trip, Sakura took me to a temple festival, wanting to leave me with a wonderful memory
...
********** 　　... 　　 I was wearing a yukata, while Sakura was still wearing the kimono we wore under the cherry blossom tree. She hooked her arm around mine, her full breasts 　　pressing against my arm, making my heart skip a beat. Although it wasn't the first time she'd hooked her arm around mine, I 　　was still a little nervous. 　　 We ate some snacks while watching the parade. 　　 "Yota, let's go scoop up goldfish," Sakura said, pulling me towards the goldfish vendor. After paying 　　, Sakura squatted down and started scooping up goldfish. As she squatted, her form-fitting kimono parted slightly at the chest, revealing glimpses 　　of her proud, white breasts. It seemed Japanese women really didn't wear bras with kimonos. 　　 Sakura's attention was completely focused on the goldfish, utterly unaware that someone was staring at her. 　　 "Ah... I've been trying to catch a single one for ages." Sakura suddenly looked up at me and said. Startled by her action 　　, I quickly squatted down and pretended to catch fish, saying, "Let me help you!" 　　 Sakura pointed to a red goldfish: "I want that one! Yes! The red one, 　　quick, ah! It swam away... Yay... I caught it!" Sakura danced with joy, directing me while 　　letting out a cheerful, bell-like laugh. 　　 "I've caught the goldfish you wanted. Is there a reward?" I 　　asked Sakura with a smile, holding the water bag containing the goldfish. 　　 "A reward... of course not!" Just as I heard Sakura say there was no reward and lowered my head in disappointment 　　, suddenly a warm, pink mouth pressed against my lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water, a fleeting touch. This 　　made me wonder if what had just happened was real. 　　 While I was lost in thought, Sakura took the water bag from my hand and said with a grin, "Is this okay now 　　? Hehe..." She then happily ran off with the water bag. Snapping 　　 out of my daze, I immediately chased after her, saying, "Hey! You little brat, you dare mess with me? See how I 　　deal with you!" 　　 Sakura ran towards the back of the mountain, her laughter ringing out like silver bells. I grabbed her hand, 　　and with a pull, she fell into my arms. There were hardly any people around now; everyone had gone to the temple fair 　　. 　　 I looked at her, and although it wasn't the first time I'd seen her, I was still amazed by her beauty. 　　 The laughter stopped, and the atmosphere grew increasingly strange. Our eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. We 　　were drawn to each other like magnets, our faces slowly drawing closer. The next instant, our eyes were slightly closed, and our lips touched 　　—not a light kiss, but a passionate, fiery one, our tongues intertwined. 　　 Although I'd kissed before, this time felt different. Besides the warmth of the kiss, there was 　　a slight coolness, a unique sensation, somewhat like mint, but without the spiciness or 　　harshness. 　　 I savored the sweet saliva in her mouth, and we kissed passionately, pouring out our love. 　　As we kissed, it felt as if a floral fragrance wafted by… 　　 After a passionate kiss, we both gasped for breath, as if trying to inhale all the oxygen we could. 　　 We looked at each other deeply, knowing it was time. I lived in Taiwan; she lived in Japan. We 　　had no connection. This kiss was a farewell… 　　 Letting go of my reluctance, I walked her to the pink cherry blossom tree where we had met. Every time we finished a date, I 　　would walk her here, and she would watch me leave. This time was no different. I left and returned to the hotel. 　　 The night was peaceful; everyone had gone to the festival. I was alone in the hotel's men's bath. 　　Wanting to forget my feelings after returning home, I went to the men's bath to soak in the hot spring. 　　 Japanese hot springs are truly exceptional. Combined with the quiet of the night and the sounds of insects, the atmosphere is simply superb. 　　 As I soaked, my slightly dizzy head seemed to hear the door to the men's bath being opened. At first, I 　　didn't pay attention, but after a while, I heard footsteps behind me, along with a floral fragrance. This fragrance was all 　　too familiar, causing me to abruptly turn around to see who it belonged to. 　　 Turning around, I saw a delicate, fair-skinned woman with a rosy complexion. Long, pale pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, and 　　she wore a white towel wrapped around her body. Her ample breasts seemed about to burst out, and the towel was so short it 　　only reached her upper thighs, vaguely revealing her mysterious triangle area. She looked even more sensual than if she were completely naked 　　. 　　 The woman slowly walked towards me, completely ignoring my surprise. She gently stepped into the bath, 　　her delicate hands cupping my face, and her pink lips pressed against mine, giving me a light kiss. Her small mouth parted slightly, and I could hear her panting 　　breaths. 　　 "This...this is the last night I'll spend with you, Yota, I love you..." Before I could finish speaking, 　　I had already kissed Sakura's lips again, and we were passionately kissing once more, the hot spring water in the bath 　　surging. 　　 I sucked on her fragrant tongue, her sweet saliva, my hormones were rising, and my penis was already erect 　　, while Sakura's body turned red, the atmosphere around us filled with ambiguity. 　　 After we separated, we were both panting, breathing in the hot air around us, which made me a little dizzy and almost powerless 　　, even though my penis was still erect, but Sakura seemed unaffected, only blushing as she slowly 　　untied the white bath towel, revealing her full, delicate body flushed with shyness.

Sakura leaned against me, her body seemingly boneless. I gently embraced her, one hand caressing her proud
breasts, the other exploring her mysterious triangle. I nibbled on her earlobe, and
the caresses of both hands made Sakura let out alluring gasps.
Seeing that Sakura was aroused, I moved my lips from her earlobe to her neck, slowly moving closer to the nipples between her breasts
, greedily sucking on the sweet fruit. The hand that had been caressing her other breast began to knead it,
occasionally gently touching the pink nipple, causing Sakura's gasps to gradually turn into moans.
My hand, which had been caressing her lower body, slowly felt the sticky fluid, different from that of the hot spring, flowing slowly from Sakura's honeypot
, gradually mingling with the hot spring water.
My five fingers moved from caressing to penetrating deeper, slowly stirring Sakura's honeypot, my thumb and forefinger gently pinching her
clitoris, teasing her already erect clitoris.
Sakura's moans grew louder. I took my left hand, which was teasing her honey pot, and, with a pinch of her nectar
, sent it into her mouth. I then used my erect penis to rub against her honey pot.
Suddenly, Sakura trembled, a small orgasm surging through her body, almost making her scream
.
"Yota... I... I can't hold back anymore... hurry... hurry and put it in..." Having experienced an orgasm
, Sakura couldn't help but utter a plea that was almost a whisper. This made me unable to resist any longer. With a thrust,
my penis entered her, and a tight sensation came from the head of my penis. My penis moved slowly, feeling
the tight pleasure brought by her honey pot.
Sakura clung tightly to my neck, her pink lips biting my shoulder as if enduring immense pain
. With a final burst of strength, I thrust again, reaching the very core of her flower. Sakura arched back, struggling to suppress a cry
of pain, her fingernails digging into my back, drawing bright red blood
.
From our point of union flowed bright red virgin blood, tinging the murky hot spring water with a faint red
hue.
I maintained my deep penetration, gently stroking Sakura's hair, comforting her, "It hurts, doesn't it?"
Sakura didn't answer, only shook her head. When she saw the teeth marks on my shoulder and the nail marks on my back,
her heart ached as she reached out and touched the wounds. Suddenly, she lowered her head and licked the blood from my shoulder, drop by drop, clean
.
Then, she raised her head, we looked at each other, and kissed, our tongues intertwining; but my lower body
wasn't idle either, I began a slow piston-like motion, while Sakura's brow furrowed, showing that the pain from before
hadn't subsided.
After a while, Sakura had adjusted to my erection, and her furrowed brow relaxed; I gradually
increased my speed, and Sakura began her alluring moans again.
My hands gently kneaded her full breasts, teasing her pink nipples from time to time, which brought Sakura to
another orgasm.
The tightness and slipperiness of her vagina made me unable to resist, and without giving Sakura, who had just climaxed,
time to catch her breath, I continued to increase the speed of my piston-like motion, which gave Sakura, whose orgasm hadn't subsided, a tremendous pleasure.
"Sakura! I can't take it anymore... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..." I thrust my penis straight to Sakura's core
, and a thick stream of semen shot straight into her flower core, filling it completely.
"Yota! I...I can't take it anymore...Ah...I'm...I'm going to climax..." Sakura, whose flower core had been filled with my semen 　　 , 　　could 　　n't
help but climax again, letting out a scream of 　　 ecstasy 　　... 　　 ****************
... 　　 I ran out of the hotel, heading towards the back mountain. All I could see was a vast expanse of white cherry blossoms, 　　except for that one pink cherry tree—it was gone… 　　 ************ 　　 Later, based on my investigation, I learned that a cherry tree was being transported on the plane I took to Japan. It was said that the cherry tree was originally planted in Japan, near the hot spring hotel where I was vacationing. Someone 　　bought it in Taiwan 　　because of its beautiful blooms , but for some reason, it stopped blooming, and the owner eventually sent it 　　back to Japan to be planted in its original location. 　　 The cherry tree I saw in the back mountain was the one that was sent back. It bloomed 　　beautifully just a few days after being planted, and then, for some unknown reason, it suddenly disappeared overnight, leaving 　　the management there feeling very confused. 　　 But I believe that cherry tree was Sakura; she must be somewhere in the world, because 　　the red cherry blossom mark on my body hasn't disappeared, just like Sakura hasn't disappeared from my heart… 　　 [The End 　　 ]

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