"What am I supposed to do...?"

"Turn around," Minjoo says, smiling. "Lay on your stomach and let me apply some lotions down your back."

Hitomi narrows her suspicion-filled eyes at Minjoo but lets out a defeated sigh after realizing there is no way she can apply some lotions properly on her back. She prides herself as the more flexible one between the two of them, but there are still some boundaries.

"No funny business," the peach mutters before she lays flat on her stomach, holding back her shiver as Minjoo's fingers start to ghost against her pale back to loosen her bikini top. "Done untying?"

"Yep. No biggie."

It's cold when Minjoo's hands pressed against her back, slick with the sun-colored lotion smeared all over her palm. Gently, Minjoo presses her palm, giving her gentle massages all over her back. It feels good. So good that Hitomi suddenly loses a bit of her guard and lets out a soft moan at the particular Minjoo does with her hands.

When she realized her slip, it was too late.

"Oh?" Minjoo smirks. "You like that?"

Any protest she has in her mind quickly falters out from her tongue as Minjoo repeats her action, again and again. She presses on the spots that felt like they have tight knots under her soft, bouncy skin—then skillfully undoes the knots with a calculated caress of her hands. Her actions never failed to co