The moment they entered the ryokan room, it was clear there was no turning back. Kisora playfully bounced on the tatami, her yukata sleeves swaying, as she casually closed the distance. Her fingertips brushed his shoulder, then her arm wrapped around his back. Whispering "thank you," she looked up at him, their faces so close that it felt like they were already kissing before their lips even met. Once they started, she wouldn't let go easily. On the futon, they embraced, sharing countless kisses. She buried her face in his chest, their fingers exploring each other, making them forget the camera was even there. In the open-air bath, amidst the steam, Kisora pressed her body against his, slowly touching his neck, ear, and lips. Her innocence further eroded his self-control. Both night and morning, their eyes would meet, leading to a kiss. Waking up, he'd be pulled into an embrace, and she'd smile, saying, "Let's stay together a little longer." The word "immorality" wasn't enough to describe it. Kisora was simply too cute, making him lose all reason to resist. It was a constantly adorable, passionate kissing hot spring trip.