The steam in the bathroom hung thick and fragrant, wrapping the space in a dreamy, intimate haze. The deep wooden bathtub was filled with warm water, its surface gently rippling and releasing soft curls of mist into the air. Yor sat naked on the low stool, her body still covered in rich, creamy white soap lather that clung to her full breasts, stomach, and thighs. A thin trail of fresh crimson period blood slowly trickled from her swollen pussy, tracing a glossy red line down her inner thigh.
Haruto stood behind her, his own naked body strong and warm, his thick cock hanging heavily between his legs, now fully hard after the intimate act of bathing her. It throbbed visibly, the smooth head flushed dark with arousal.
"Co, let’s get you into the tub," he said softly, his voice full of tender care.
He bent down and slid one arm beneath her knees while the other wrapped securely around her back. With gentle strength, he lifted her naked body against his chest. Yor instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her full, soapy breasts pressing warmly and softly against his bare chest, saring so of the lather onto his skin. Her wet thighs rested over his arm, and as he carried her the short distance to the tub, more droplets of her period blood dripped slowly from her exposed pussy onto the tiled floor.
Haruto carefully lowered her into the warm water. Yor let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure as her body sank in. First her feet, then her calves, thighs, and finally her hips disappeared beneath the surface. The warm water imdiately began washing away the soap lather from her skin in milky swirls. As her full ass settled on the smooth wooden bottom of the tub, the water reached up to just below her breasts. Her soapy breasts floated slightly, the remaining foam dissolving and revealing her glistening wet skin and hardened pink nipples.
Haruto then stepped into the bathtub himself. He sat down behind her, his legs spreading on either side of her body so she could lean back against his chest. The water rose higher as he settled in, lapping gently around their bodies. His hard cock pressed upright against her lower back, the thick, hot shaft nestling firmly between them, pulsing with heat against her soft skin.
Yor relaxed fully into him with a contented hum, her head resting on his shoulder. The warm water soothed her aching body, gently washing around her period pussy beneath the surface. Small clouds of red blood slowly diffused into the water from her opening, creating delicate crimson wisps that floated around her thighs. Haruto wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, holding her protectively, one hand resting just above her belly while the other gently caressed her arm.
Both of them sat together naked in the deep, warm bathtub — her soft, wet body nestled perfectly against his stronger fra, his hard cock trapped warmly between her back and his abdon, the steam rising around them as the water continued to gently ripple with their breathing.
After their shared bath, the warm steam still lingered heavily in the bathroom, creating a soft, dreamy atmosphere under the gentle lantern light. The water in the wooden tub had cooled slightly, small traces of crimson still visible where Yor’s period blood had mixed with it.
Haruto stepped out of the tub first, water dripping from his toned body. He picked up two large, soft cotton towels — warm and fluffy from being kept near the heater. He wrapped one around his waist loosely, then turned to Yor.
He helped her stand up slowly from the bathtub, supporting her body as she was still a little weak. Water cascaded down her beautiful naked form in shining rivulets. Haruto unfolded the second towel and began drying her with slow, careful, loving strokes.
He started from her neck and shoulders, gently patting and rubbing the towel across her smooth, wet skin. He moved down to her back, gliding the soft fabric along her spine and the curve of her waist, absorbing every droplet. Then he turned her gently to face him and brought the towel to her full, heavy breasts. He lifted each one tenderly with one hand while drying underneath and around them with the other, the towel brushing softly over her sensitive pink nipples, making them harden again. The soft weight of her breasts filled his palms as he made sure every inch was dry and warm.
He continued downward, drying her stomach and hips with wide, gentle circles. Then he knelt in front of her. He lifted one of her legs, resting her foot on his thigh, and carefully dried her calf, ankle, and foot, sliding the towel between her toes. He repeated the process on her other leg.
Finally, Haruto dried the area around her pussy with extre care and respect. He used a clean corner of the towel to gently pat the outer lips and the area just above her slit, avoiding going too deep. Fresh nstrual blood still slowly seeped from her slightly swollen, deep pink opening, leaving a glossy red sheen on her inner folds. A thin rivulet of blood trickled down as he worked. He wiped it away softly, his touch feather-light and protective, making sure she felt cared for rather than exposed.
Once Yor was fully dried, her skin glowing with a healthy, warm flush, she took the other towel with a shy but affectionate smile.
"Now it’s my turn," she whispered softly.
Yor stood close to Haruto and began drying him. She started at his chest, pressing the towel against his firm muscles, rubbing in slow circles and feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. She moved to his shoulders and arms, then turned him around to dry his back, her hands gliding down the line of his spine with gentle pressure.
She knelt in front of him, just as he had done. She dried his strong thighs and legs thoroughly, then looked up at his hard cock, which was still fully erect and throbbing after their intimate bath. With slightly nervous but curious hands, she wrapped the soft towel around his thick shaft. She stroked it slowly and carefully, drying every inch of the veined length, from the swollen head down to the base. She cupped his heavy balls with the towel, gently rolling and drying them, feeling their warmth and weight in her palm. A small bead of precum glistened at the tip, which she softly wiped away.
She finished by drying his abdon and hips, then rose back to her feet, her cheeks beautifully flushed.
Both of them now stood naked and fully dried in the warm bathroom, skin glowing, bodies still radiating the heat from the bath. The air between them felt even more intimate than before.
The bathroom door slid open quietly as Haruto stepped out, completely naked, his skin still warm and slightly flushed from the bath. His thick cock hung heavy and semi-hard between his legs, swaying gently with each step. In his arms, he carried Yor — also fully naked. Her soft, warm body pressed trustingly against his chest, her full breasts squishing softly against him, her hardened pink nipples brushing his skin with every movent.
Haruto held her securely, one arm under her knees and the other around her back. Yor wrapped her arms around his neck, her face buried shyly against his shoulder. As he carried her through the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the old house, her naked body was completely exposed. Her legs dangled gently, slightly parted. From this angle, her period pussy was openly visible — still swollen and deep rosy-red, with her neatly trimd thin strip of dark pubic hair above the slit. Fresh, glossy crimson blood slowly oozed from her slightly parted inner folds, creating a wet, shiny trail that dripped lazily down her inner thigh and occasionally onto the wooden floor as they moved.
The cool night air of the house kissed their bare skin as Haruto walked steadily up the stairs and into Yor’s room. The lantern inside cast a beautiful, soft golden glow over the space. He moved carefully toward the futon he had laid out earlier and gently lowered her onto it.
Yor’s naked body settled onto the soft mattress. Her full breasts spread slightly with the movent, nipples pointing upward. She lay there completely bare under his gaze — legs naturally parted a little from the lingering cramps, her bleeding pussy fully on display. The swollen outer lips glistened with fresh nstrual blood, her inner folds slick and crimson, a slow, thick drop of blood erging from her tight opening and sliding down toward her ass.
Haruto knelt beside the futon, his own naked body glowing in the lantern light, cock now visibly hardening again as he looked at her. He reached for her bag and searched gently until he found a soft pink pantie — delicate, feminine, with pretty lace edges.
He took the very last pad from the nearly empty packet, peeled off the wrapper, and carefully positioned it in the center of the pink pantie’s crotch. He pressed it down firmly so it adhered perfectly.
Then he moved between Yor’s legs. She lifted her hips weakly to help him. Haruto slid the pink pantie slowly up her smooth legs, over her calves and thighs. He took his ti, savoring the intimate mont. As the fabric reached her hips, he carefully adjusted it, pulling it snugly over her pussy. The thick pad pressed gently but firmly against her bleeding slit, covering her swollen, raw folds completely. A small hint of red already began to show through the pad as her period continued to flow.
Yor let out a soft, relieved breath as the clean pink pantie settled into place, the lace trim sitting beautifully against her skin.
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