"Shuzenji" is a famous hot spring town in central Izu.
This is the oldest hot spring in the entire Izu Peninsula, and it is also the place where the story of "The Dancing Girl of Izu" takes place.
The town is surrounded by mountains, and the hot spring hotel that Toru Watanabe booked is also in the mountains.
The room for two is a Japanese-style room facing the sea.
"I like it here." Watanabe Toru sat in the sunshine on the eaves. "There are camphor trees, plum trees, and cherry trees nearby; in the distance is the Pacific Ocean."
Miki Kujo was sitting lazily in the room.
She said in a melodious tone that sounded like teasing, expectation, and mischief:
"Do you want to wear it after you shower, or should you wear it now?"
"Look, the sea is so calm." Watanabe Toru pointed at the sea.
"Then wear it now."
"There are so many cherry blossoms... eh?" Toru Watanabe leaned out from the eaves, "A bird just flew over, it looked like a croaker, its tail was so..."
"Come here." Kujo Miki ordered in a cold voice.
Watanabe Toru sighed helplessly, stood up and walked over, saying:
"Don't play tricks at night."
"When has my sister ever failed to fulfill her promise to you?"
Toru Watanabe walked up to her and took off his shirt. Miki Kujo put her hands on the waistband of his pants and helped him take off his pants.
"Hu——" Miki Kujo blew a long, light breath of hot air toward that place.
The visible reaction made her laugh out loud.
Toru Watanabe looked at her delicate lips and restrained his evil thoughts.
The kimono that Miki Kujo brought was quite gorgeous.
The kimono is based on red, with colorful auspicious birds on the red background, and nine black vines embroidered on the cuffs, the color is very bright.
"Come, put on your undergarment first." Kujo Miki said with a smile.
"Ah——" Watanabe Toru wailed.
Kujo Miki closed the front of his shirt while admiring his desperate expression.
"Then come the cloth socks." Miki Kujo squatted at his feet, turned the heels of the cloth socks outwards, and motioned for him to put his feet in.
"Absolutely inappropriate, really!" Watanabe Toru said forcefully.
"I'll help you put on your clothes, what else do you want? Hurry up!"
Watanabe Toru was reluctant, so he put his hands on her shoulders and put his feet into her socks.
Miki Kujo carefully buttoned up his tabard socks.
"Be good, last kimono."
Toru Watanabe had given up struggling and opened his arms, allowing Kujo Miki to put on a gorgeous bright red kimono for him.
Kujo Miki kept smiling as she closed the front of her kimono and tied the wide belt.
"Take it off, it will definitely look ugly!"
"What's ugly about it? It's very beautiful." Miki Kujo tightened her belt and laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.
After tying the belt, she asked Watanabe Toru to squat down.
Toru Watanabe sat down on the tatami.
"That's not how a geisha sits. Come, let me teach you." Kujo Miki knelt on the ground with her hands folded on her knees.
"Wait a minute." Toru Watanabe stood up, wearing a kimono, and walked to the eaves of the corridor.
He stuck his head out slightly and looked left and right twice, confirming that this place was indeed close to the cliff and it was impossible for anyone to pass by.
Turning around, Kujo Miki was holding her stomach and laughing. The geisha's sitting posture was gone.
"You should take it off after all."
"Hurry up!" Miki Kujo patted her side, motioning him to sit down like she did.
Her stern tone still contained an uncontrollable smile.
Watanabe Toru had no choice but to kneel down on the tatami obediently.
"You should put your hands like this." Kujo Miki reached out and corrected his posture. "You should put your back like this. Yes, very smart."
After giving the instructions, she stood up and took out a 'Takashimada-style' wig.
With her slightly cold little hands, she lifted up Watanabe Toru's bangs and put a wig on him.
After doing all this, she walked around Watanabe Toru admiringly, then suddenly seemed to remember and took out her cell phone and took pictures of him frantically.
"You can take photos, but you must not spread them!"
"Don't worry. Come, bow with your hands on the ground and lower your head. Very good. Then do this -"
Miki Kujo shyly made a orchid finger gesture at her chin.
“…”
“Not bad, not bad!”
Miki Kujo took out a folding fan and gently lifted Watanabe Toru's chin. The mobile phone in her other hand had entered camera mode.
“…”
"You're so beautiful, I like you, Miss Watanabe!" said Kujo Miki with a smile.
“…”
"Tell me you like me too, quickly." Kujo Miki pointed her phone at him.
"…I like you, too."
"Voice, voice, pay attention to the voice! So beautiful, I like you, Miss Watanabe!"
Under the sharp gaze of Kujo Miki, Watanabe Toru said in a soft voice: "I like you too."
He is going crazy.
"Hahaha, don't be unhappy, come, take a look for yourself." Kujo Miki took Watanabe Toru's hand as if she was leading a beautiful woman.
The two of them came to a full-length mirror.
In the transparent mirror, the figures of two "beauties" appeared.
"She is more beautiful than the geisha we ordered in Kyoto last time, the most beautiful geisha in Gion." Kujo Miki praised.
I always feel like it's just a compliment to comfort the wounded.
"……good."
Looking at the beauty in the mirror and admiring his own "beautiful" side, Watanabe Toru finally felt a little comforted.
He shook the sleeves of his kimono and said, "Who is prettier, me or Meiji?"
"You are so beautiful, how can Miki compare to you?" Kujo Miki was very cooperative.
Watanabe Toru snorted complacently:
"Whether it's men's clothing or women's clothing, no one can match me. Kujo Miki, Kiyono Rin, they are just a mob."
"Beautiful, you are beautiful." Kujo Miki's smile never stopped from the beginning .
"...After all, she took it off." Watanabe Toru reached out and took off the wig.
Halfway through, he suddenly realized something and turned to look at Kujo Miki:
"This kimono is my size, so what are you going to do?"
"No." She answered as a matter of course.
"No?" Watanabe Toru raised his voice slightly, "I trusted you so much! I had so much expectation of you! You actually lied to me?!"
"What's the hurry?" Kujo Miki gave him a cold look, "There's one more thing."
"That's good." Watanabe Toru breathed a sigh of relief.
After so much trouble, the sunlight from the eaves turned crimson, the sea surface was rippling, and the wind started to blow.
"There's still some time before dinner, why don't you soak in the hot spring for a while?" asked Toru Watanabe.
Miki Kujo moaned and stretched her body after walking all day.
She spread her long, graceful arms and said, "Help me change my clothes."
“I couldn’t ask for more.”
"Hmm? Where are the etiquette I just taught you?"
“…”
Watanabe, the most beautiful geisha in Gion, Kyoto, helps guests from Tokyo change their clothes.
After putting a yukata on Kujo Miki's snow-white and attractive body, Watanabe Toru was finally able to take off his kimono.
The two put on slippers, and Watanabe Toru took towels and clothes and went to the hot spring that belonged to this room alone.
"The hot spring gushes out from the mountain and flows into the Pacific Ocean. It's very clean. Before coming here, I asked the boss to clean it up."
"good."
"Wait a minute, where will we travel? Should I build a house there first, or buy a new one?"
"That would actually limit the fun of traveling freely and going wherever you want. For example, in this case, just let people change all their belongings."
"As you say."
The path leading to the private hot spring is planted with daisy flowers, ghost ferns, and phoenix pines.
There was also a shallow stream as wide as a palm, with daffodils blooming with small white flowers on both sides.
The hot springs highlight the natural charm, and the only artificial trace is the exquisite stone lanterns on the ground.
The two took off their clothes and entered the hot spring.
With my whole body immersed in it, only my shoulders slightly exposed, I leaned my back against the hot spring and looked out at the sea under the setting sun.
The atmosphere is so cozy and peaceful that one doesn't want to talk.
But precisely because it is so rare, Watanabe Toru couldn't help but feel regretful:
“I wish it would stay like this forever.”
Miki Kujo moved slightly, causing ripples in the hot spring, and she snuggled in Toru Watanabe's arms.
The rising water vapor and the soft lights are intertwined together.
It was a quiet evening. Apart from the flow of hot spring water, the only sound could be heard was the rubbing of leaves against each other.
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 they were both wearing light green kimonos, which were perfect for spring.
They knelt beside the table for two and set the food plates at a moderate pace.
The movements were graceful, and each time a dish was served, one of them would softly introduce the origin of the dish.
Abalone from Izu, cantaloupe sweet soup from Shizuoka, early spring spawning anchovies from Lake Biwa, vegetables from a certain garden, lobsters from somewhere, and crabs caught at some time.
Their voices are soft and soothing, like the sound of raindrops 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 people.
"Please enjoy your time, both of you. If you have any questions, please let me know."
They bowed slightly, knelt down and took a few steps back, then stood up and walked towards the door in small steps.
After leaving the room, he bowed to the two of them again and then gently closed the door.
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 gave him an unpleasant look, put down the chopsticks she had just picked up, and turned into the bedroom.
Watanabe Toru was the only one left, but his heartbeat filled the entire room.
After taking a bite of the dish, he put down his chopsticks, picked up the tea and drank it, but still felt unsatisfied and couldn't help pouring some sake.
After drinking several mouthfuls, the surging blood finally eased a little, and he began to eat the food bite by bite.
About ten minutes later, Kujo Miki came out.
She tied her hair up behind her head and put a hairpin in it.
The style of the kimono she was wearing was similar to the one Watanabe Toru wore before he took a bath.
The bright red color and the small geisha fan in her hand do not make her look seductive at all on Kujo Miki.
She walked slowly, her kimono skirt trailing the ground slightly, looking gorgeous.
In the bright yellow light of the house, she looked like the most beautiful and noble woman in the Great Orleans.
Watanabe Toru stared at her intently.
Miki Kujo walked up to him, slowly knelt down, picked up the wine cup, and poured wine for Watanabe Toru with lowered brows.
At the same time, she said softly:
"Master, what kind of dance do you want to see?"
Toru Watanabe drank the wine in one gulp and managed to control his emotions a little.
"Is there a dance where a woman can't sleep alone and misses a man?"
"Yes." Kujo Miki replied softly.
She put down the wine cup and stood up gracefully and charmingly.
Watanabe Toru could only lend himself the money to pour himself some wine so that he could resist the urge to put his arms around her slender waist and hold her in his arms.
Kujo Miki stepped away a few steps, pinched the hairpin between her index finger and thumb, and gently pulled it out.
That beautiful black hair cascaded down like water.
She opened her fan and began to dance and sing .
"Black-haired..."
The song is sad and long, full of affection.
She has a slender figure, graceful dancing movements, elegant and graceful posture, and is charming, noble and gorgeous.
Occasionally she would cover her face with the sleeves of her kimono and glance at Watanabe Toru with her beautiful eyes.
"Come to me." This was the first sentence Watanabe Toru said after watching the dance and listening to the music.
Miki Kujo swayed her body like a red rose blown by the spring breeze.
When she was almost in front of Watanabe Toru, she cried out "Ah!" and fell into Watanabe Toru's arms.
Just when Watanabe Toru 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 entertain guests, I don't accept guests." She turned her head slightly.
The two of them were very close to each other, and because of the fall just now, her black hair with a faint fragrance was still on Watanabe Toru's chest.
"Don't think about that. I just want to help you, young lady." As he said this, Watanabe Toru reached into the hem of her kimono skirt and kneaded her thighs through her white stockings.
Miki Kujo gently pushed his chest with both hands, moving their bodies apart and shyly turned her face away.
"If the master continues like this, I'm going back." She said in a slightly childish manner.
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." Watanabe Toru raised his hands.
Kujo Miki immediately smiled and said like a child, "Then I'll pour some wine for the master."
Watanabe Toru drank the wine poured by Kujo Miki and asked, "Where are you from, young lady?"
"Iwate Prefecture."
"Oh, nice place, I've been there."
"Where are you from, sir?" Miki Kujo picked up some food for him with chopsticks in one hand and held it under his chin with the other hand.
Every time Toru Watanabe finished a bite of food, she would pick up the towel with her slender hands and carefully wipe his mouth.
"Tokyo."
"I've been there, too. Rich people even asked me to dance with them on their birthdays."
"Great! Looks like he's quite famous?"
"That's right. I've danced for many foreigners!"
"oh?"
"Hello, I'm Kujo Miki. I'm happy to dance for you."
"Chinese." Watanabe Toru nodded.
"Hello, I'm Kujo Miki, from Hawaii, USA."
“Americans also watch Japanese dance?”
"It's easiest to cheat foreigners out of their money; they don't know anything." Miki Kujo raised her snow-white neck proudly.
"So amazing? How old are you this year?"
"Twelve."
"...Wait, change it, at least fourteen years old?"
Kujo Miki giggled and said, "I was kidding. I'm only fourteen and a half years old."
"How dare you lie to the master." Watanabe Toru grabbed her warm little hand.
"Oh, no, I will get scolded." Kujo Miki pretended to pull her hand back.
"Just touch your hands."
"It's really not possible."
"Don't you like me?"
"Hate it. How can you say you like me when we just met for the first time? I'm not such a frivolous person."
"But I fell in love with you at first sight." Watanabe Toru put his face close to her and sniffed her neck.
Because of the tickle, Kujo Miki let out a sweet and touching laugh.
Finally, she panted slightly and pushed away Watanabe Toru's sniffing face with her slender white fingers.
"Guest, if you continue like this, I really have to go back."
"Okay, then it's ok for you to touch my hand, right?" Toru Watanabe sat back down.
Miki Kujo said nothing, but used her free hand to pour him wine.
After dinner, Watanabe Toru only touched the little hand and smelled the fragrance of the hair.
"I'm leaving." Kujo Miki bowed slightly and prepared to stand up.
Watanabe Toru reached out and held her: "Look out the window."
"What?" Miki Kujo was still playing the role of a little girl, looking out the window innocently.
"What's blue in the ocean?"
"Where is the blue? Why can't I see it?" Miki Kujo stood up and walked over, looking for it in the dark sea.
Although she was looking at the sea, her attention was all behind her.
It was as if she had really become a geisha who had to rush back and could not stay overnight, dealing with customers who tried to eat her.
My body tensed up a little, and I wondered when Toru Watanabe would lose control of himself.
Just then, the footsteps of Watanabe Toru were heard behind him, and he was slowly approaching.
Should I stand beside you or hug you from behind?
Before she could finish her thought, a pair of arms came from behind and reached in front of her, like a big and soft net, trapping her, the little bird.
At that moment, in Kujo Miki's vision, the dark sea seemed to have really turned blue, while the bright yellow lights in the house began to blur.
In the blurry light and shadow, Toru Watanabe's face slowly approached and kissed her gently on the lips.
Kujo Miki retreated.
But the more she struggled, the tighter Watanabe Toru held her.
Their lips kept kissing each other, she gradually became excited and her face began to turn red.
"No, I have to go back." She finally turned her head away from Watanabe Toru's kiss.
Watanabe Toru's face came close again, and Kujo Miki was hugged very tightly. She had nowhere to hide and could only keep her mouth shut.
But those greedy lips did not bully her again.
Her hair was lifted up and something was close to her ear. She shrank back because she was ticklish.
"Meiji, I like you." The gentle whisper, mixed with the hot breath, teased her earlobes and impacted her heart.
"guest……"
"I won't let you go." There was a hint of panting in the man's words.
Miki Kujo's body couldn't help but go limp.
“Please let me go…”
Ignoring her pleas, Watanabe Toru forcefully held her in his arms and walked towards the tatami.
"I really can't. I have to go back."
One of them tried to leave, while the other pulled her hard. The collar of her kimono opened wider and wider, and when they entered the bedroom, her snow-white shoulders were completely exposed.
Miki Kujo was lying on the tatami with her hands crossed in front of her chest.
She could only dodge Watanabe Toru's kiss on her lips by shaking her head.
"no……"
While searching for her lips, Toru Watanabe reached into her skirt and kneaded her thighs through her white stockings.
She put her hand up to block him, and he took the opportunity to kiss her bare shoulder.
One of her upper and lower parts was about to be lost. Because of avoiding the kiss, her hair became disheveled, and her forehead and neck were hot and about to sweat.
At this moment, Toru Watanabe stopped all actions.
Miki Kujo was lying on the tatami with her kimono in disarray. Toru Watanabe put his hands on her ears and looked down at her.
The two of them panted and looked at each other quietly.
The next moment, Toru Watanabe suddenly hugged her tightly, even tighter than before.
With hot breath, he teased her ears again:
"Meiji, my Meiji, I want you."
The low, pleasant, persistent and hoarse voice brought her an indescribable sense of comfort.
Miki Kujo released her left hand that was holding the hem of her kimono, took away her right hand that was protecting her shoulders, and put it around Toru Watanabe's neck.
When the battle started, the kimono was worn fine, except that the shoulders slumped slightly;
Halfway through, it was only with the help of the tightly tied belt that the kimono stayed on her;
When she was kneeling one time, the kimono appeared on the tatami in front of her without her noticing.
In the end, she was left with only white cloth socks on her body.
Toru Watanabe lay in the bed, with Miki Kujo, who was full of satisfaction, nestling in his arms.
The atmosphere is quiet, comfortable and peaceful.
"Sister Miki, you are really good at playing." Watanabe Toru smiled and kissed Miki Kujo on the forehead.
"You still have a lot to learn." Miki Kujo closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying his kiss.
She was sweating, and a strand of her hair, dishevelled by passion, stuck to her cheek like a black line carefully painted with a brush.
Her eyebrows are soft, her face is rosy and full of spring.
Looking at her like this, Toru Watanabe couldn't help but hug her even tighter.
Miki Kujo leaned on his strong shoulders, listened to his long breathing, felt the warmth of his skin, and her heart was filled with happiness.
"School is about to start." said Toru Watanabe.
Miki Kujo said "hmm" without opening her mouth, her tone lazy.
"I'm looking forward to changing shifts," Toru Watanabe added.
"Um."
"Shall we continue?"
"Hmm..." Then, Kujo Miki reacted and said "Hmm" in rejection.
Her rising and falling voice has a unique charm in the warm breeze of this spring night.
Toru Watanabe couldn't even control himself.
The next morning, it started raining in Izu.
The two were too lazy to go out, so they stayed in the hotel.
Sometimes we soak in a hot spring in the rain, sometimes we hug each other and watch the rainy sea, and sometimes we hide in the bedroom. We can't see anyone in the Japanese-style room, but can hear voices.
In the afternoon, the two boarded the Izu Express and took April with them, returning to Tokyo.