While Wandering Around Naked, I Met An Exhibitionist, The Most Beautiful Half-Nordic Girl From School.

Mixed bath.

I open the bathroom door.

What awaits beyond is a scene of alluring skin tones.

But as a professional exhibitionist, I mustn’t entertain any impure thoughts. Despite my usual penchant for nudity, I instinctively felt that I mustn’t let any base desires surface in this private moment.

“…”

Following me, Shirogane Emmy enters the bathroom. She’s wrapped in a large towel, covering her chest and lower body.

But even that felt like it wasn’t there.

The abnormality of having a half-naked woman in this private space, unlike her usual exposure, left me bewildered.

“…I’m going to turn on the water, so stay still.”

“Hmm.”

I start by aiming the shower at her smooth feet. You mustn’t suddenly change the temperature near the heart. The rule was to slowly warm up from the toes.

“You know, when it’s really cold, you can’t really tell if the water’s hot or cold when it hits you, especially at your feet.”

“Yeah, I get that. I often feel the same when I come back home and take a bath after being exposed to cold in winter.”

“It’s even more so when you’re naked.”

Yet, as much as my exhibitionist pride detested the idea of wearing socks, I still found myself stripping naked every winter, enduring such thoughts.

I didn’t even want to wear shoes, but that was simply impossible.

…Yet, surprisingly, we’re having a normal conversation.

I thought things would be awkward at first, but if things keep going like this, we might just be able to calmly finish this mixed bath.

Right. This is a mixed-gender bath. Mixed-gender saunas are common in Germany, and even in Japan, there are hot springs with mixed-gender baths. So, as someone who reveres exposure, I shouldn’t have any lewd reactions towards women.

This is a rehearsal for the future. With that thought, my excitement naturally subsides.

“It’s warm…”

I continue to warm up Shirogane’s chilled body. I’m curious about what happened to her, why she was taking shelter from the rain like that, but it doesn’t feel right to pry.

“Good. That’s a relief.”

So, I don’t ask anything. I silently focus on showering her body.

And then, I noticed. – The towel is clinging tightly to her skin, soaked in warm water.

“…!”

As a result, the contours of Shirogane’s body become exposed. In fact, the thin towel seems almost transparent, revealing what lies beneath.

Hiding sometimes leads to allure, to eros. It’s the unseen that stirs the imagination. In that sense, there’s something akin to the armless Venus de Milo or the headless Winged Victory of Samothrace.

Normally, there would be no impure emotions, even if she appears beautiful. But in this unusual situation, things have taken a slightly suspicious turn. It’s pathetic that, despite calling myself an artist, I haven’t completely transcended these feelings.

“In this case…”

I can only leave it to Shirogane herself and turn away.

Just as I’m thinking this, she suddenly rests her head on my chest, leaning her body against mine.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Sorry. Just for a moment… Let me stay like this.”

I didn’t know the details. But I could guess that something painful, unimaginable, had happened, and she just wanted to lean on someone.

I understood that feeling.

So, without saying anything, I gently held her close.

“There, there.”

As I warm her cold body with the shower, I comb through her hair, soft like silk. Despite being taller than the average girl, she feels small, slender, and warmth emanates from her body.

Any impure emotions had vanished without me even realizing it.