Their family bath was nice; all the latest bathing technologies were here, if it was a bit less roomy than my parents’.

Honestly, I’ve missed this kind of luxury... After leaving, more often than not I took quick showers since my apartment was equipped only with a small tub and shower. It’s probably why my apartment was so cheap. Drawing a bath was pointless there, and it felt horribly cramped. On top of this, my tub didn’t even have a water heating unit.

I disrobed, setting the folded yukata aside. I started rinsing my body with their shower sprayer. The filth washed away. More mud than I’d have thought clung to my hair. After rinsing my hair, I set to actually washing. Scanning over their cleaning products, I made a random selection. I started to lather my body up, and as I did so a familiar aroma wafted up to fill my nostrils. It was Reiko-chan’s favorite scent. It smelled like roses. She’d been using it for a long time. When she visited, I didn’t notice anything besides how cute and sexy she was, but one day I noticed the scent of roses which followed her. It added to her allure and mystery.

I regretted having used her soap, knowing I’d smell so girly, yet I was deliriously happy. I blushed, thinking about Reiko-chan. I could have covered the scent up with her parents’ soap, but I chose not to. Using her soap felt like I was receiving an indirect kiss. I lathered up my hair with the closest shampoo and finished up by rinsing myself thoroughly. Scanning around for any filth I may have left behind, I carefully sprayed the water around to tidy up.

I turned off the water and stared at their family bathwater, blushing. I wondered if Reiko-chan took a bath this morning. I knew her family probably bathed as well, but I fixated on the fact that Reiko-chan soaked there daily. Stepping into the bathwater, I sank down to immerse myself entirely with a soft sigh. I blubbed a bit happily under the water, fantasizing. In my mind she entered the bath chamber in the nude with a cute blush. She settled into the water beside me. Her soft skin felt so warm. Overloading, I sank beneath the water. I gasped and resurfaced, spluttering. My tongue ran over my lips as I coughed. Reiko-chan’s voice echoed loudly in the bathroom.

“Idiot, are you drowning in my bath? Aren’t you finished yet? You can’t stay over! Get dry and put on the yukata. Hurry your turtle-like butt up!”

I gaped and sat up from where I was blissfully relaxing. “Y-yeah! I’m done!” I called back.

I sat at the low table in Reiko-chan’s room. I’d never seen it before. I’d still not seen her father because he tended to work long hours. Fantasizing about meeting her father and shaking his hand was something I’d dreamed about, but it never happened. He’d probably have insulted me. Fathers are typically over-protective towards their daughter. No matter what he said to me, how much he might demean me, having Reiko-chan as my wife would complete me!

I thought I would get some tea like she’d said, but instead the tea sat cooling on the table. Reiko-chan immediately put me into a submission pin the moment she’d gotten me into her room. I thought she was pissed off. Resistance was futile. There was a faint hope she had something in mind. I didn’t expect when she showed me a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I didn’t struggle when she put them on me.

She’d set me upright on a zabuton, a cute one with bunnies on it and poured tea. With my hands bound, I'd no idea how I was supposed to drink tea. I wondered what else she might have in mind, perhaps feeding me, but I couldn’t see any food with the tea. At least, she might put the cup to my lips. I took it a step further. Visions of her taking some into her mouth and kissing me filled my head, therefore giving me some hot tea.

I blushed, squirming and twitching, wondering what she’d do. Well, she surprised me when she ignored the tea entirely, and broke out a kit. I looked at it, wondering if more kinky things would come out, but it was makeup. She’d gotten more into it since I’d last seen her. Maybe this was what she’d mentioned about the new skills she’d attained. I looked at it, horror-filled and my mouth gaped while my eyes were widening as far as they could. I looked just like a pleading stray cat. “R-Reiko-chan, what... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

She had her way with me, but not the way I’d imagined. She toyed with me, mocking me like she always did. Damn, I love you so much, Reiko-chan, but Kami! Why did you put all this makeup on me?!

I started kicking and screaming, but she did what she wanted to me despite my struggling. When she finished, she held a mirror before me to reassure me that she hadn’t transformed me into Bozo the Clown let alone Susume-chan. She’d actually turned me into a handsome bishounen guy. The power of makeup couldn’t be discounted! I was stubborn, though! She seriously demasculinized me. I felt violated and sobbed until she released my hands.

She laughed and handed me tissues. This cute grin of hers. I still immediately dunked them in the cold tea and started fiercely scrubbing my face with them. Her soft laughter turned to gales.