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The steam in the hot spring hung thick like a fog, wrapping around the bodies of everyone present: three middle-aged Japanese merchants discussing business, and several women — the most beautiful of whom sat on the lap of Takeshi, a silk trader, who was half-submerged in the water. Her skin shimmered in the steam, and her bare breasts softly pressed against his shoulder, one hand resting on it, the other gently stroking his already graying hair.
— Shōgun ga Kyōto e no michi o tozasu tsumorida to kikimashita ka? (Did you hear the Shogun plans to shut down the road to Kyoto?) — said one of the men in the far corner, not even glancing at the girl, as if she were just part of the background — like the mist or the stones underfoot.
Takeshi grunted, exhaled, and tightened his grip on the thigh of the girl sitting on him.
The girl said nothing. The smile on her face looked just slightly unnatural, almost practiced. But in the next second, something changed.
Her facial muscles twitched ever so slightly. The smile vanished, as if wiped away by an invisible hand. Her eyebrows drew together, her chin dropped a little. And then, almost at once, her eyes widened — as if she had seen something impossible… or suddenly remembered something unimaginably important.
— What the f—?! — she blurted out loudly, in perfect English, with an American accent. Her voice was higher, brighter, more feminine than even she was used to hearing. — Boobs?!
Her head jerked down — and where a solid male torso in a business suit should have been, there were naked female tits, droplets of water clinging to her nipples, and a slim, almost fragile waist.
— What the fuck is this?! — she screamed, pushing away from Takeshi, who stared at her, stunned, not understanding what was going on.
She jumped up, turning toward her reflection in the smooth water of the spring, and recoiled like she’d seen a ghost. The water didn’t lie. Breasts. Hips. A woman’s face — her face. Her hair, damp with steam, clung to her shoulders.
— What... what the... I didn’t... — She started to shake. — I was... at a meeting. I was holding... something... It was... an artifact. Some ancient thing from a Japanese museum. And then... — Her voice broke.
Her lips trembled, her chest rose with each panicked breath, and she could feel every movement in her breasts — the way they swayed, quivered, the way her nipples brushed against the air and the water. It was too real.
— Oi, ittai nanina nda? (Hey, what the hell?!) — said one of the men, frowning as he shifted his gaze to the other girl sitting on a lap just like her, silently asking with his eyes: what’s going on? Is this doll about to freak out too?
That girl only lowered her head apologetically, as if already saying sorry for the outburst of the other. But this one stood in the middle of the steam, clutching her trembling hands to the chest she still couldn’t accept as hers...