The excessive summer heat had made training a sweatier experience than usual and consequently, the Twin Star Exorcists had been more stubborn than usual. So when both Benio and Rokuro wanted to bathe first, neither were willing to back down. Even Rokuro's usual tactic of exploiting Benio's timidity towards anything remotely ecchi failed to faze the female Twin Star Exorcist. Things progressed, the stakes were raised, and the "couple" found themselves taking a bath. Together.

The flow of blood had finally been reduced to a trickle, although that wasn't my main concern at the moment. I had been injured far worse throughout the past several years (like the time I walked in on Benio bathing, or when I pointed out she's not very ladylike, or when I was caught throwing out the leftovers from her "home-cooking", etc.). Still, the amount of blood that had sprayed out of my nose was kind of impressive, and I would have been mildly concerned had I not had a more pressing issue on my hands… or on my back.

Yikes. Shouldn't have thought about it. I could vaguely feel my nosebleed intensify, but I was focusing most of my attention on the radiating heat coming from my back. At first I thought Benio was simply trying to outdo me again when she laid her naked self against my bare back. Although this last action was brazen and a bit out of character, she had been testing my limits throughout the past two hours. First she had removed her towel, forcing me to follow suit. Then she had offered (with a cute blush on her face, nonetheless) to wash my back, which I was forced to graciously accept. I had been determined not to let Benio win, but I had finally conceded when I felt her water-drenched chest press into me.

Except that Benio had not rejoiced in victory as I had anticipated. In fact, quite some time had passed and she was still not moving. I could feel her breathing, her soft breasts rising and falling against my shoulder blades, so at least I knew she was alive. Still, judging by the hot, sweaty touch of her skin, I feared that she was on the verge of having a heatstroke. I needed to get her out of bathing room ASAP.

Pinching my nose with one hand in an attempt to staunch the blood flow, I tried to slowly inch myself away from Benio. Bad idea. The moment I started pulling away, I could feel Benio sliding down my back, her semi-hard nipples caressing me along the way. I stopped moving, the sensation freezing me in my tracks. Benio's breasts had stopped to rest at the base of my spine and I felt a tingling sensation sweep down to my nether regions.

"Dammit, Rokuro, get a hold of yourself. This isn't the time to be-" I gulped, staring at my crotch. "... getting an erection." Unfortunately, my body didn't feel like listening to me in that moment. Suddenly, I was even more acutely aware of Benio pressed against me. I could feel her breasts flattening against my lower back as her shallow breaths tickled my spine. Her long, silky hair brushed my buttocks and, in my lustful state, I imagined feeling her nipples harden against me. My hardened member throbbed at the thought. I imagined spinning around, grabbing her, plunging myself into her warm, tight depths. I would ravage her, slamming into her mercilessly, I would-

"Oh…"

A moan, none too sensual and all too sickly, pulled me back to the reality of the situation. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me; here was Benio, passed out from overheating and instead of helping her, I was fantasizing of fucking her, of practically raping her.

But I didn't have time to brew over it. Benio moaned again, this time stirring slightly and causing the hairs on my back to bristle. I stood up quickly, wanting to distance myself from Benio before I was overwhelmed with the urge to take her. THUMP. The sound of Benio's head slapping the tiled floor made me wince and a new wave of guilt tugged at my heartstrings. I ignored it, grabbing desperately for the nearest towel.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I counted, "3... 2... 1!"

Whipping around, I only got a glimpse of Benio's naked backside before I threw the towel on top of her. She groaned again, fidgeting under the towel in a weak attempt to get up. I let her stop struggling, slipping back into her fitful state of unconsciousness before I gently scooped her up in my arms. I tried not to look; really, I did. But before I could cover her front side with the towel, the images of Benio's small breasts, her toned stomach, and the delicate hairs that decorated the spot in between her legs were forever etched into my memory.

Shuddering as I felt my erection grow impossibly hard, I scurried across the damp tile floor, cursing as I slipped and nearly dropped Benio for a second time. I reached for the doorknob, suddenly feeling dizzy and disoriented; now standing, I was finally feeling the full effects of my overexposure to the bath. Finally, I weakly grasped the doorknob between my pruned fingertips. Mustering my last ounce of strength, and fully aware that Benio was starting to stir and struggle in my arms, I pushed the door open and was greeted with a sweeping rush of cold air. A faint, distant, "Roku...ro?" was the last thing I heard before the cool darkness enveloped me.

That's it for chapter 1! Chapter 2 should be coming shortly. :)

~ Crickets In The Background