The old man looked back at [the female general of the San'in Onsen Ryokan].

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The following story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The old man had a hard life, still struggling to make ends meet in his twilight years. His assistant delivered a pile of letters, mostly official correspondence, but among them was a personal note. He carefully read them one by one, and besides the handwriting of an old friend, there was also a sandalwood bookmark. The fragrance of the wood was faint yet present, like goose feathers from a thousand miles away. A warm current flowed through his heart, and he was transported back to the past. Around 5 PM, the old man dozed off at his desk, and his mind wandered to familiar places.
It was the last century, in San'in, Japan. The old man was still vigorous, working for a newspaper, and had come east to explore beautiful and secluded places. San'in was a remote place, rarely visited even by Japanese people living in big cities. Upon discovering this secluded spot, he found the local customs and traditions to be very distinctive, and his report was sure to be unique. He stayed at a hot spring inn, run by an old friend of his teacher, where a female general could also serve as his guide.
Although the plane arrived in Japan early, it was already late when we reached the hotel. A female general greeted us, but we noticed that she was around thirty years old and not a friend of our master, He Ling. Upon inquiring, we learned that our master and friend were old and frail and rarely went into battle anymore. The general's name was Chiyo, and she was his daughter-in-law. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and a graceful figure. Her beautiful kimono gave her a dignified air. After the female attendants settled the guests, we first read the book that Yoshimura Eiji had brought.
Dinner was a feast of mountain delicacies, mainly river fish, and the flavors were excellent. Chiyo came to offer a toast, and after some polite greetings, she inquired about her master's recent situation. Since the elder was an old acquaintance, she asked to be his guide. Chiyo readily agreed, without any of the arrogance of a typical woman, and was overjoyed. They then chatted about bathing, and Chiyo jokingly said that bathing together was something she hadn't heard of in a long time. Unexpectedly, Chiyo said that it happened sometimes at midnight, but only to elderly people.
That night, a soak in the open-air bath completely relieved the fatigue of the journey. I deliberately stayed until midnight, and indeed, many elderly people arrived, so I stopped and went to sleep. The next day, I visited the Bizen kilns with Chiyo. Chiyo, as the host, provided explanations. Having previously worked in Kyoto, Chiyo was a knowledgeable person, witty and humorous in conversation, yet gentle and modest. During our visit, I truly felt like I was bathed in a spring breeze. After visiting a few more folk art establishments, the sun set, and we returned to the inn for dinner. This time, the ōsho (the general) presented us with a kaiseki (a type of Japanese ware), which was exquisitely crafted. During the meal, the ōsho suggested trying the [Kawa no Yu] (river-shaped hot spring) that night, saying that although it had a roof, the view was especially beautiful at midnight.
Before midnight, I lay sprawled on the tatami mat, engrossed in reading Eiji Yoshimura's works. The chapters on the Yuanming era contained the Zen of heaven and earth. Before I knew it, it was nearly midnight, so I went to soak in [Kawa no Yu]. Chiyo's words were true; the distant mountains, accompanied by the swirling snowflakes, were truly a feast for the eyes. Because it wasn't entirely open-air, few guests were around, allowing me to enjoy the tranquility even more. Suddenly, I heard soft whispers beside me; it was Chiyo, bringing sake to keep me company. Wearing a brown yukata, Chiyo's graceful figure during the day had transformed into a captivating allure. She entered the water naked without any hesitation; her figure was voluptuous, her skin as white as snow, adorned with two rosy nipples…
Chiyo's smile was enchanting, yet it rendered him speechless for a moment. Before he could feel the warmth in his lower abdomen, his manhood was already brimming with blood. Chiyo seemed oblivious, recounting the hardships of her husband's overseas postings and the loneliness of sleeping alone. Only when he leaned close did he feel the erection. It was said that bathing together was a pure act for the Japanese, and now he had lost his composure, feeling deeply ashamed. But Chiyo, instead of being angry, laughed, raised her cup, downed a cup of sake, and with slightly parted lips, offered him a sip of saliva…
Her lips were fragrant, her saliva sweet. Before long, he went from being flustered to taking control. He pulled Chiyo into his arms, sucking the nectar from her small mouth. His eyes gazed at the elegant mountains in the distance, his hands cupping her exquisite breasts. Chiyo murmured softly, seemingly overwhelmed by his impetuous actions, but her hands refused to yield, gripping his erect member tightly and manipulating it with a snake-like motion. Then he went straight for the heart of the matter, the nest of her offspring completely under his grasp. He intended to explore the secret depths, but a warm current flowed from his lower abdomen. Under Chiyo's skillful hands, the flames of life blazed and sublimated brilliantly. He held her delicate body tightly, savoring the lingering warmth of ecstasy…
Before I could truly secure my position, I had already abandoned my armor in the wilderness, filled with shame. Yet, for a thousand generations, no arrogant glances were shown; I only said that I would rise early the next morning and revisit the scenic spots of San'in. The wispy mist and vines followed her into the distance. That night, I could not sleep.
The next day, as agreed, we toured Okayama. Although we saw many famous sights, I was already disoriented and didn't understand what the tour guide had said. As the day drew to a close, I returned to the hotel early to plan my future visits. During the meal, Chiyo was nowhere to be seen; even the finest food tasted bland. Before bed, I went to [Kawa no Yu] for a soak. The beautiful scenery remained, but I had no heart for it. Before the signboard even appeared, I was already back in my room lying down. Just as I was falling asleep, a sweet voice suddenly came from outside the paper door. Chiyo came with the soup noodles, repeatedly apologizing for my neglect. Because a tour group was arriving that evening, I was too busy to attend to everyone, so I sat alone during the meal and offered this soup noodles as an apology. I saw Chiyo in a yukata, her ample bosom almost bursting out, her breath sweet as orchids. In a moment of passion, I pounced on her and continued what I hadn't finished the night before.
Chiyo opened her hand as if to push him away, but it seemed she was both resisting and welcoming. Soon she was wrapped around his neck and embraced him, gently biting his earlobe. Soft words whispered in his ear, and he felt his throat dry, frequently craving saliva to quench his thirst. For a moment, their tongues were locked in a passionate embrace. His hands split into two, one kneading the budding flower, the other exploring the hidden depths. Honey-like fluid overflowed from his fingers, which he then applied to his manhood, thrusting forward to reach the flowing nectar. Chiyo's brows furrowed, but her jade legs encircled him. With no way to retreat, he charged forward. But within the warm, moist flower path, his strength seemed to vanish like a mud ox sinking into the sea… In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his weapon was discarded, leaving him utterly defeated in this boundless paradise…
Human greed knows no bounds. Though defeated and routed, he still clutched two immortal peaches in his hands, recklessly savoring the cherry-red buds. The soup had grown cold, but the beauty before him surpassed even a hearty meal. They chatted merrily, their eyes gleaming with unbridled delight. Then, they switched places, a playful glint appearing on his face. His delicate tongue first circled the itchy spot in his chest, then slowly moved down, swallowing the defeated enemy whole. After several swallows and spits, he stood tall once more…
Chiyo, grasping his manhood, sat down between his thighs. His erect member was instantly enveloped in her, thanks to her abundant nectar. Chiyo then rode him, his peach-like buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, his breasts swaying gracefully. Once a mere child, now a warlord. His pace was perfect, befitting his title. In this beautiful moment, he willingly became a warhorse, letting the heroine ride him... Just as his mind wandered to the heavens, Chiyo suddenly sprang to his feet, then turned away, the path of his flower path twisting and turning, adding further mystery. Alone and caught in this strange formation, he had no choice but to be carried. Hearing cries for mercy, Chiyo turned again and rode him with the same righteous speed, alternating between the orthodox and unorthodox methods, leaving the reckless rider utterly defeated. His mind went blank, his soul left his body, and he ascended to bliss... Chiyo leaned down to kiss him, her fragrant sweat spraying his face...
The night was too short, and dawn broke again. A few more visits to traditional folk businesses followed, for the return to Hong Kong was fast approaching. On the eve of departure, Chiyo invited us to [Yama no Yu] to enjoy the snow. This was an open-air bath, and since the group had already seen us off, we didn't want any unwanted disturbances. As midnight approached, Chiyo brought sake, and we shared the pleasure of soaking in the bath. Unfortunately, the weather was unkind; though cold, there was no snow. But with my beloved in my arms, my enjoyment remained undiminished. Whispering in her ear, we recounted our past. I thought of my master's orders, my unavoidable assignment overseas, a lonely traveler, utterly desolate. Chiyo, strong in public, was also alone, her beloved gone. We regretted not meeting sooner, wishing for an infinite second. Whispering sweet nothings, Chiyo sat on the futon, taking my man inside, relying on the strength of the water, thrusting deeply, a different feeling from the night before. They fought fiercely on the battlefield, advancing quickly and retreating slowly, sharing the joy of reaching the summit. At this moment, a light snow gently fell, landing on their shoulders and then turning into smoke... Amidst the smoke and water, both were thoroughly enjoying themselves, taking a short break from the pool to drink together, their bodies covered in light smoke. They exchanged sweet saliva, then soaked together again in warmth. Suddenly, Chiyo leaned back, her eyes meeting the honeyed place before her, unable to resist, she risked her life to welcome it, her hands supporting her slender waist for leverage, giving herself to the beauty of the bath. After the beauty's skillful seduction throughout the night, she knew that a fierce attack would be difficult to withstand, so she now used a long, gentle delivery, until Chiyo uttered a primal sound, then she poured in with full force, Chiyo looked back with a smile, then moaned again. After a few swaying motions, Chiyo's soft cries subsided slightly. But before she could even drink a cup of tea, her heart itched unbearably, and the door opened for her again... That night, they experienced the Wushan a thousand times, only stopping when their strength was exhausted.
The following day, when they parted, the master's old friend, despite being ill, saw them off and apologized for not being able to properly greet his daughter-in-law. Thinking of the kindness shown to him overnight, he had no regrets. Chiyo bowed to see them off, appearing reserved and respectful, but in reality, her eyes conveyed more affection than a thousand words.
On the return flight to Hong Kong, bored, he opened a book, only to find the bookmark missing. Not knowing where to begin, he heard a tune playing, which startled him awake. It was his wife's private alarm clock, urging him to return home. He still held the sandalwood bookmark in his hand, and smiled at his youthful folly.
Postscript: This article has been revised and reposted. The previous version was divided into three parts, which made it feel tedious to read. This version is now completed in one go. I hope you will not hesitate to offer your suggestions.

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