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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Ayame ran into her room and straight into the bathroom. She switched on the light above the washbasin and stared at her reflection. Oh dear, oh dear, how could this have happened? First the moonlight encounter, and now this! She had caught him masturbating and it had been so embarrassing!
Calm down, Ayame. Everyone does it, and he doesn't have a girlfriend. Where else would he go with his needs and feelings? However, why he did that now, when he had slept by her side... Ayame froze once more! That was irritating...
Ayame paced nervously back and forth in the room. At a loss as to what to do now...
***
Yuzuru's legs did not yet fully obey him. The after-effects of the orgasm were still very strong, and the panic did the rest. And so he simply blocked the door to the guest toilet, only to slide down and onto the floor immediately afterwards, leaning against the wall.
So there he sat, wishing a hole would open up underneath him and swallow him whole.
When he had composed himself a little, he slowly stood up again, supported himself exhaustedly against the sink and finally got himself reasonably clean. He finally pulled his pants back up and frantically ran his hands through the hair.
Hanyū, you idiot! Why didn't you go upstairs to your bathroom and get it there? Shit, of course she heard you here, you weren't exactly doing it silently... he cursed and was extremely annoyed at his thoughtlessness.
Well, it couldn't be helped now. She had caught him and it had been so embarrassing that he really had no idea what to do now.
He decided to take a quick shower upstairs first and put on some fresh clothes. Maybe then he would have an idea... He suspected that he would have to act quickly now to save the whole situation.
***
Ayame was beside herself by now! How could she ever look him in the eye again? Japan's ice prince had stood halfway naked in front of her and had satisfied himself, the sounds of his lust unmistakable - now that she knew what it had been.
And she had thought he was in a bad way... the opposite was probably the case!
How could she continue to work for him now? No, she could never do that. She had to resign immediately, that much was certain. Desperate, she sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands.
At that moment, there was a timid knock on her door.
"Ayame?... Please, may I come in?... I would like to talk to you, if you don't mind."
He stood in front of her door.
Ayame hesitated. Could she face him again now? On the other hand, it would hardly get any better if she waited any longer...
"Yes, Yuzuru. Please come in," she called out to him.
The door opened slowly and Yuzuru stuck his head in. He looked like a watered poodle.
