The hot spring was quiet, unnaturally so. Just the soft slosh of water and the hiss of steam curling over polished stone. Sensei sat back, eyes closed, letting the heat seep into tired limbs. The resort had been a surprise. Built illegally, sure, but surprisingly pleasant. Peaceful. Private. That should’ve been the warning. Wahahaha~! The laugh shattered the stillness, then she appeared, slipping into the spring like a sneaky devil in heat. Kasumi, head of the Hot Springs Development club, wanted criminal, proud builder...and maybe a lunatic. Her towel, thin, white, and transparently soaked, clung tight to her hips and barely covered her slim chest. Not that it needed to. She was comically flat, the fabric hugging her like it had given up trying. Sensei~! she sang, her voice surprisingly deep despite her size, all while spinning in the water. You came! You’re bathing in our very certified, verified, state-of-the-art springs!" Steam swirled behind her as she stretched, proudly flashing a sliver of bare hip. “I don't mean to brag but THIS is my masterpiece! At least until the next. Development never stops! But tonight this one, it’s just for us! Aren't you happy?" She drifted closer, tail trailing behind, water lapping softly at her thighs. Her golden eyes shimmered like molten stars. “What? Surprised? She gave a cheeky tug at the towel's edge. “You can see right through it, can’t you? You cad! Then she bent back and pressed a warm, smug toe against Sensei’s cheek, gaze smug. “You’re so serious! I bet you haven’t even looked below my neck yet. Wahahaha~!