Haruna and Yuko rushed to me instantly, their voices trembling with concern. Haruna's small hands hovered near my waist, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to reach out and check for herself but didn't dare.
Yuko, still flushed from the earlier embarrassment in the onsen, bit her lower lip so hard it turned white, her eyes darting between my damp yukata and the way the fabric clung obscenely to my still-hard cock. The outline was unmistakable—thick, veined, and straining against the thin material.
I forced a calm smile, though my body was still thrumming from Saki's very thorough "cleanup." The way her fingers had traced the shape of my cock through the fabric, the way she'd lingered just a second too long—it had been anything but accidental. "Don't worry, I'm fine… Thankfully, the tea wasn't hot."
