This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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It was bare feet on the wooden floorboards of the house. Ayame stared past the fridge and couldn't believe what she was seeing.
In the bright moonlight that flooded the living area so intensely, she saw his figure......
Yuzuru was completely naked.
The light reflected off his skin and it shone almost as white as snow in the winter sun. He only had a towel with him, which he used to dry his hair and then put around his shoulders.
He seemed to have just got out of the shower and was now trotting straight and naked into the living room and, well, doing what?
Ayame was tense and now hardly dared to breathe. He had obviously not noticed her, hidden in her alcove. He showed no reaction to her. Should she give him a sign that she was there? A clearing of the throat perhaps? But she hesitated...
Yuzuru leaned forward slightly and picked something up from the coffee table. It was his cell phone, which he had obviously left lying around and was now retrieving. He straightened up again and she could clearly see the play of his muscles with every little movement in the moonlight... now he turned in her direction.
His still damp hair hung low in his face, she couldn't see his eyes. For a moment he just stood there, facing her, and seemed to be waiting for something. He stood there like a marble statue and didn't move.
Ayame's gaze wandered over his body, fascinated, without her wanting it to, and paused naturally on his sex. Her throat went dry, because she hadn't seen a completely naked man in a long time, except perhaps in an onsen, but that was something completely different!
Yuzuru sighed softly, breaking the moment, turning and walking back from whence he had come.
Ayame was transfixed, her heart was racing and she could hear her pulse pounding in her ears. She hadn't been able to take her eyes off the naked Yuzuru and now sweat was pouring out of her pores, her breathing was noticeably faster.
She waited another moment before she dared to move. Carefully, and without making any noise, she crept towards the sliding door and listened if she could hear anything. But Yuzuru had gone back up the stairs and she had heard him close a door upstairs. So she was alone again and was able to slip back into her own room unnoticed.
She arrived there shaken and leaned against the cupboard for a few minutes. She had to catch her breath. This encounter was... yes, what was it actually?
She calmed down and lay down on her bed. Had it been something bad that had just happened? Seeing your landlord and employer naked in front of you unexpectedly on the first night without him noticing was probably not an everyday occurrence. But something bad?
Ayame closed her eyes and tried to remember exactly what she had seen. It wasn't difficult...
She saw that body in front of her again, its slender, athletic forms seemingly flawless, the carefree way Yuzuru had moved around naked in his familiar surroundings. Without fear, without shame. He had obviously not given a second thought to the fact that a few meters away, his new housekeeper was sleeping in her room.
And then her sudden excitement when she had looked at him. Because it had particularly excited her, there was no doubt about that.
Now she knew this body was special, and the sight of it had done something to her. During her gymnastics career, of course, she had seen many colleagues training or competing, all of them athletically built, but in a different way, stronger. What she had only been able to guess under Yuzuru's clothes had become all too obvious.
Ayame opened her eyes again. Yes, it had been arousing. It came painfully back to her mind that she had only had real sex so few times, and it hadn't been worth mentioning. A few furtive gropes and kisses with training colleagues, nothing more. Sport had simply not allowed her much time or opportunity for these experiences.
And now, at 24, she had to realize that she had absolutely no idea how to deal with these feelings. The naked Yuzuru had caught her cold!
Well, she tried to turn her mind back on. One thing was certain: this was her employer, the first day! She just had to forget the whole thing.
She sighed, and suddenly the most wonderful thought occurred to her! Hadn't it also been simply beautiful, almost aesthetic, and very touching?
She suddenly felt very happy.
She had shared another very intimate moment with him.
Somehow it was a shame that Yuzuru didn't know about it.
