The love hotel was exactly what Akira expected and somehow worse.

Pink neon lights, heart-shaped decorations, a front desk staffed by a bored-looking woman who didn't even blink at the sight of three teenagers—one half-naked and covered in suspicious slime—stumbling through the door.

"One room," Rina said, slapping cash on the counter. "For three hours."

The woman took the money without comment and handed over a key card. "Third floor, room 304. Clean towels in the bathroom. No pets, no smoking, no…"

"We got it," Rina interrupted, grabbing the key.

They took the elevator in awkward silence. Yuki was still shaking, her arms wrapped around herself, Akira's jacket barely covering her. The slime residue on her skin was starting to itch, he could tell from the way she kept scratching at her arms.

"Almost there," he said quietly.

The room was... well, it was a love hotel room. A massive circular bed dominated the space, covered in red satin sheets. Mirrors lined the ceiling and one entire wall. The bathroom was visible through a frosted glass door, and Akira could see what looked like a jacuzzi tub.

"Okay," Rina said, all business. "Yuki, you need to shower. That slime is acidic; it's not enough to burn skin, but it'll cause a rash if you leave it on too long."

Yuki nodded without saying a word, obviously still in shock.

"I'll... wait out here," Akira said, turning toward the door.

"No." Yuki's voice was small but firm. She grabbed his wrist. "Don't leave. Please."

"Yuki, you need privacy to…"

"I don't want to be alone." Her eyes were wide, and she looked terrified. "That thing... it almost... I can't be alone right now."

Akira looked at Rina helplessly.

Rina sighed. "I'll keep watch in the hallway. Make sure nobody followed us. You help her clean up." She pointed a finger at Akira. "And I trust you not to take advantage of this situation…"

"I won't," Akira said firmly.

"Good." Rina grabbed a chair from the corner and positioned it outside the door. "I'll be right here. You have twenty minutes before we need to move again."

The door closed, leaving Akira and Yuki alone.

"Come on," he said gently. "Let's get you cleaned up."

The bathroom was unnecessarily lavish: gold fixtures, mood lighting, and a shower big enough for three people. Akira turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was warm but not hot.

"I'll... wait outside while you…"

"No." Yuki's voice cracked. "I can't... my hands are shaking too much. I can't... I need help."

Akira turned to look at her. She was right; her hands were trembling violently, and the slime residue covered not just her torso but her arms, her neck, even parts of her face.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Okay. I'll help."

He carefully removed his jacket off her shoulders. Underneath, her blouse was mostly gone, ripped into thin strips of fabric that clung to her sweaty skin like wet silk. These strips outlined the full curve of her breasts and the hard points of her nipples pushing against the remaining cloth.

The greenish slime made her curves glisten in a strange way, drawing his attention despite himself.

Her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath, and the gentle bounce of her large breasts made his pulse quicken.

"Turn around," he said, his voice sounding rougher than intended.

She did, her back arching a little as she offered herself. The movement made her ass flex under the stained fabric of her jeans. He carefully unhooked her bra, letting it drop softly. She gasped, her skin getting goosebumps in the cool air.

Her nipples got hard and tight, looking like rosy buds that wanted to be touched. A blush rose up her neck; her body betraying her with a subtle shiver… not just from the cold, but from the heat building low in her belly as his fingers brushed her spine.

"Step into the shower."

Yuki stepped into the shower, still wearing her jeans. The water immediately began turning greenish as it washed off the slime, soaking the denim. The wet fabric stuck to her thighs and the curve of her pussy mound, darkening and slightly showing the shape of her labia through the material.

She let out a soft moan as the warm water flowed over her sensitive skin, her clit throbbing a little from the sudden sensation.

"Your jeans too," Akira said, keeping his eyes averted, though he couldn't ignore the way her hips swayed and hoe her ass cheeks flexed as she shifted. "They're covered."

"I... can you...?" Her hands were still shaking too badly to manage the button. Her fingers trembled as they brushed her lower belly, sending a spark of unintended pleasure through her core.

Akira took a deep breath and stepped into the shower with her, fully clothed. The water immediately soaked through his shirt, plastering it to his chest, but he ignored it… though the sight of her half-naked form made his cock twitch in his pants.

He carefully unbuttoned her jeans, his knuckles grazing the soft skin of her abdomen, feeling the heat radiating from her. As he peeled the wet denim down her legs, her smooth thighs came into view, toned and glistening, leading up to the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy.

She stepped out of them, her breath hitching as the air hit her exposed folds, her labia already swelling slightly with arousal, a bead of her own slickness visible amid the remaining slime.

"Panties too," he said in a strained voice, his gaze flicking down despite his efforts. "Sorry, but they're..."

"I know." She pushed them down herself, kicking them aside with a shaky motion.

Now she was completely naked, water cascading over her body, tracing rivulets down her full breasts, over her flat stomach, and between her thighs where her pussy lips parted just enough to reveal the pink inner flesh, glistening not just from water but from her growing wetness.

Her clit peeked out, as her body responded to the intimacy of the moment… nipples aching, a warm flush spreading from her chest to her core, her inner walls clenching with empty need.

This was her first time being naked in front of the opposite sex, and for some reason, she didn't seem as terrified as she'd pictured it in her mind thousands of times.

Akira grabbed the body wash from the shelf and squeezed some into his hands, the scent of lavender filling the steamy air.

"This might sting a little," he warned.

He started with her shoulders, gently rubbing the soap onto her skin. The sticky residue was hard to remove, so he had to rub it multiple times, his hands sliding over her smooth back. He could feel the slight arch of her back as she leaned into his touch.

He washed her methodically: shoulders, arms, back, keeping his touch professional given the situation. However, he couldn't help but notice her soft little gasps, the way her thighs squeezed together as she became aroused.

"Thank you," Yuki whispered in a breathy voice, a moan slipping out as his hands skimmed lower. "For saving me. For... all of this."

"It's okay. You're safe now," he replied, though his own arousal strained against his wet clothes, the sight of her naked, responsive body testing his control.

His hands moved to her sides, carefully washing away the residue from her ribs. She shivered despite the warm water.

For a few more seconds, none of them spoke; only the sound of the running water filled the space between them.

Then Yuki asked out of nowhere. "Akira-kun? What was that thing?"

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