SAVR-330 [VR] My Cousin's Older Sister Who Is So Beautiful Now Is Bathing With Me, Haruka Reokawa.

Synopsis:

In the serene edges of a clamoring city, where the fragrance of cherry blooms waited in the air and the hints of nature blended with the delicate murmur of regular day to day existence, there existed an unobtrusive home settled in the midst of a woods of old trees. Inside this shelter of serenity lived Miyokawa Haruka, a lady whose heart spilled over with affection and commitment for her more youthful sibling, Takashi.

From the second Takashi had entered the world, Haruka had willingly volunteered to be his defender, his comrade, and his steady wellspring of help. With her delicate attitude and good nature, she had supported him through the hardships of life as a youngster, their bond manufactured in the flames of shared encounters and genuine love.

As the years passed and Takashi became older, he wound up confronted with difficulties that appeared to be inconceivable — a requesting position, a bombed relationship, and the heaviness of assumptions that took steps to pulverize his soul. Yet, through everything, Haruka stayed close by, her affection a signal of light in the haziness, directing him through even the most obscure of evenings.

One cold pre-winter evening, as the leaves turned and the air developed fresh with the commitment of winter, Haruka moved toward Takashi with a delicate grin all the rage. "Takashi," she said delicately, her voice loaded up with warmth and fondness. "I was thinking...how about we go for a shower, very much like we used to when we were kids?"

Takashi's eyes illuminated at the idea, his inspiring at the recollections that overflowed his brain. As kids, he and Haruka had spent endless hours together in the nearby bathhouse, their giggling reverberating off the tiled walls as they sprinkled and played like lighthearted spirits.

The possibility of returning to those esteemed recollections filled Takashi with a feeling of sentimentality and yearning — a yearning for the less difficult seasons of their childhood, when the heaviness of the world presently couldn't seem to push ahead upon their shoulders. With a grin of appreciation, he gestured his head in understanding.

Thus, under the illumination of the sickle moon and the sparkling stars, Haruka and Takashi advanced toward the nearby bathhouse, their strides light and their hearts full. As they entered the steam-filled safe-haven, they were welcomed by the calming sound of hurrying water and the encouraging hug of warmth that encompassed them like a delicate cover.

No sweat, Haruka and Takashi shed their garments and ventured into the intriguing waters, their bodies murmuring with alleviation as they sank into the calming embrace of the underground aquifers. As they leaned back against the smooth stones, their eyes met in quiet fellowship, a mutual perspective passing between them like a delicate breeze.

At that time, the years dissolved away, abandoning just the unadulterated substance of their security — a security that rose above reality, joining them in a case of affection and acknowledgment. As time passes, they felt the weights of the world get away, supplanted by a feeling of harmony and satisfaction that warmed their spirits from the inside.

As they absorbed the mending waters, Haruka and Takashi discussed ancient times, sharing stories and giggling that reverberated off the tiled walls like music in the evening. They thought back about their experience growing up undertakings, their fantasies and desires, and the strong bond that had brought them through the preliminaries of life.

What's more, as the hours extended on and the night developed, they arose out of the bathhouse feeling restored and recharged, their spirits lighter than they had been in years. With a feeling of appreciation and respect, they advanced back home, their hearts spilling over with affection and appreciation for one another.

For in the glow of the bathhouse and the hug of the underground aquifers, Haruka and Takashi had tracked down something beyond unwinding and revival — they had found comfort in one another's organization, a safe-haven where they could expose their spirits and find solace in the information that they were rarely really alone.

Furthermore, as they subsided into their beds for the evening, their bodies fatigued yet their hearts full, they realize that regardless of what difficulties lay ahead, they would confront them together, connected at the hip, limited by an adoration that was pretty much as unfaltering as the tides of the sea — an affection that would bring them through the haziest of evenings and into the beginning of another day./