My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising from her breasts, water droplets glistening on her curves, her brown nipples like diamonds. turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so light and perfect. Her hair fell in a black curtain over her shoulders.

Her eyes lifted to meet mine. I trembled in front of the daimyō's daughter. I saw her from afar, but never so close. What was she doing in the onsen? Didn't her father's castle have its own bathhouse?

“You are a shrine miko,” Mitsuko-hime said in a voice as beautiful as that of a songbird. "Right?"

My heart sped up. “I… me, Ojou-sama.” I lowered my eyes, unworthy of looking at her.

— Could you wash my back? she asked so politely for one of those stations. She turned, the curve of her buttocks barely peeking out from the onsen's soaring waters. "I'm having trouble accessing."

My mouth went dry and I nodded my head, afraid to speak. She was so radiant, so beautiful anime. A hot itch formed in my pussy. She was a woman, a beautiful lily that blossomed before me. I slipped out of the yukata, the air warm with summer heat and water vapor. I entered the onsen, the stones slipping under my feet as I made my way to her.

I thought about the kami onsen prayer. Thank you for this gift.