Firestone Hot Springs kutsurogi no jikan

He had grumbled with no attempt at discretion. She seemed sharp—educated, at the very least, as many women of her upbringing were. She already bore the grace of a lady, and her command of language far outshone Shinjou’s. But the man in black was no stranger to such displays of refinement. He simply lacked the art of subtlety.

But until now, you were traveling alone. His eyes opened again, his head turning toward the young lady. And now, without the slightest hesitation, you share a bath with a stranger. He chuckled.

You’re quite naive, Kaede-san! This time, there was less suspicion in his voice—she was merely a young woman, too untouched by life to know the vices of certain men who parade under the banner of honor. You're fortunate it was me you encountered. Others might have taken full advantage of such innocence. he declared, before letting his eyes fall shut once more, a smile tugging at his lips, clearly amused by the situation.

Not all men of honor are as honorable as I am! he added with pride, burrowing his head into the thick, greasy folds of his collar.