Chapter 57: Hot Spring Antics
Natasha sighed in pleasure as she sank into the hot spring bath, the warm water soothing her tired muscles.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the smooth stone edge, letting the steam envelop her.
"Japanese hot springs are something else," she sighed contentedly.
"Told you so," chuckled Tomoe, scooting a little closer to Natasha. She let out a low whistle at the sight of the fading bite marks and bruises on Natasha’s neck and shoulders.
"So, you and Master Zakhrov are a thing, huh?" she asked, blushing.
"Well, kind of. I haven’t really thought about it," said Natasha.
"Would the two of you stop talking in Japanese? Some of us are not great linguists you know?" grumbled Margaret.
"Oops! Sorry Margaret," said Tomoe, switching to English, and bowing as best she could in the hot spring.
"Well, OK. I got the rough idea of what you were talking about. That said, what about you and Kazuya Tomoe?" asked Margaret, moving closer to Natasha and Tomoe.
Tomoe squirmed under the expectant gaze of the two American women.
"Um, well, Kazuya-sensei is a very kind and gentle man. He has helped me ever since my idol days. But right now, he needs some time and space after his divorce from that gaijin," she said.
"From the way you talk about his ex-wife, I’d say you have more than a passing interest in him," said Natasha, smirking.