Giant Onsen Hotel Yu-Topia Capter 12 Ryugujo

The large open-air bath was unoccupied as far as the eye could see.

It was as if it was a lie that the baths were so crowded with people, with men's sweat, heat, and all sorts of other things rising in the air.

It was a weekday afternoon. This is how it is supposed to be in a local old spa facility. It was abnormal until now.

Abnormal.

After all, this trip was full of abnormalities. Bathing, lodging, sauna, and meals were like a buffet of excited and disturbed men for a long time.

It was all over.

The day after things were resolved, most of the guests had checked out. It was the last day of the tour, and there were only a few people left in the hotel.

It was understandable. According to Leo, when the fog was rolling in, there was a big orgy of strong men all over the hotel. The men were sucking each other's cocks, playing with each other's asses, and twisting each other's lips and muscles as if they were lovers in love.

As soon as Mr. Ohyama calmed down and Leo gave them something to do, they all came to their senses.

Fortunately, their memories were also dim. It was all a dream. Everyone is aware of this to one degree or another.

However, even if it was a dream, there is still the feeling of being with other people of the same sex. It may be because they felt uncomfortable being with such guests that they decided to check out all together.

It may be a case of ............ or ...... moving to a place where the two of them can relax together under the pretense of doing so.

Regardless of his/her intention, it is a fact that they spent an intense time together. Emotions remain. Just like me.

That is why, as far as the eye can see, there is no one in the spacious open-air bath.

The view is different when there is no one around.

It is a bleak scene, but it feels good to be able to see far into the distance. The breeze is pleasant. The baths were old and decrepit at various points, but that was also part of their charm. Strangely enough, I didn't even notice that the facility was old when people were around. It was as if a long time had passed.

The Dragon's Palace.

That's what a peeling signboard said.

The facility is called "Yutopia," which is a joke name for a family-oriented facility, but it seems that the original name of the facility was "Ryugujo" (Dragon's Palace). Indeed, it is a dream story that will pass in the twinkling of an eye.

"............ Hey there."

In the empty open-air bath, there was only one voice.

When I turned around, there was the person who had been with me for the past few days.

Mr. Ohyama.

He has a strong body like a giant and a craggy face.

He looks like a strong man himself, but the way he curls his back, covers his crotch with a towel, and hides his voice is charming, with a gap that is somewhat disproportionate to his appearance.

I wonder if it is what is called ...... love and greed that makes me feel this way.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that the two of them have been in the same place for a long time.

I said something that traced exactly what I was thinking right now. It's obvious that this conversation is about avoiding silence.

Mr. Ohyama soaked himself in the bathtub without making a sound while excessively covering his crotch. Mr. Ohyama sat down next ...... to me, far away from me, but close enough for me to ...... see him.

It was a subtle and sensible distance.

"It seems everyone has left."

"Then it's as if we have the place to ourselves, and it's so luxurious that I even feel sorry for it."

"I heard that there is a lunch box shop nearby that is affiliated with ...... well, that you can buy your supper there. The actuality that the actuality that the particulars are going to be the case is actually a good thing. If you want, I can get one for the both of us."

We stood side by side, chatting and looking at the same view.

The tension of the tightrope-walking, everyday conversation continues, avoiding the important parts, avoiding the silence.

"You are ......."

Mr. Ohyama was the one who started the conversation.

"I've really put you through a lot of trouble," he said."

No, I haven't." The reply came out of his mouth immediately.

The reply came out of his mouth immediately.

It was a word of concern for Mr. Ohyama, but at the same time, it was the truth.

It was not his fault.

It was all the fault of this facility and its founder.

That day, Leo explained to me about this unusual situation.

Apparently, there was a study for research at the back of the facility layer, where the former manager had left his memoirs.

Y-topia. Ryugujo. The manager of this inn was a man named Isu ichiro.

He was a man who had acquired enormous wealth through the real estate business and other activities, and he was obsessed with longevity, just like the villain in the story. Using his vast wealth, he began to collect everything from health foods to new products from overseas, and even some shady rumors.

One of them was the legend of the White Dragon of Mt.  Tsumigami.

One of the legends was that an elixir of immortality lay in an underground lake at a shrine deep in the mountains. They said that they would spare no expense if they were allowed to investigate the legend, and even tried some rough tactics, but they were prevented from doing so by the "Organization for the Preservation of Mt Tsumigami.

However, the obstruction gave credence to the rumors.

If you can't get it, make it.

Isu devoted his life to "recreating Mt. Tsumigami.

However, it is impossible to build a mountain from scratch and dig up an underground lake from scratch. Isu began to search for a similar place in Japan.

Is there a place with similar caves?

Is there a place where life gathers?

And that is how he found the Dragon's Palace. This was Yutopia.

A facility where "thirst for life" such as "I want to be healthy" gather.

The underground caverns are conveniently shaped in the same way.

The memoirs say that although artificial, the reproduction was quite accurate.

The immortality he seeks. He is so close to a life of continued health. The last sentence of the old man's diary, which was becoming more and more insane, reads as follows

Finally, today, I am going to do it.

That was several decades ago.

Yes, he failed.

It was not enough.

The one remaining part.

"- I mean, this hotel has gone crazy since I came here, right?　I ...... that ......"

"I, the bloodline of the god of Mt. Tsumigami."

Mr. Ohyama said again with a dejected look on his face.

The hotel that captured the life force had worked as Isu had planned.

It was almost perfect, Leo said.

But, however, it was not enough.

The presence of this "Mr. Ohyama" in the recreation of the mountain. His blood.

The blood of a Shinto priest. Mr. Ohyama's family has a special nature, and this nature awakened the "life energy" of this hotel.

Originally, only the life energy was supposed to be extracted, but when the goddess was placed at the center of the ritual, various discrepancies arose.

In this way, this hotel was transformed into a place where "Mr. Ohyama's wishes" and "Mr. Ohyama's desires" were gathered, emanated, and propagated, rather than a place where life was collected.

The old man's delusion of longevity had been replaced and realized by the desires of middle-aged people with a desire to be exposed.

"My bloated desires have caused trouble for everyone, for you."

That's not a mistake.

But in fact, no one was killed or injured. Leo also said that it was a fortunate case that such a dangerous ritual to gather lives was only a wild party.

Even without the blood of the priest, it could have malfunctioned for some reason.

"But ...... it is, though, isn't it?"

Mr. Ohyama still persisted. He did not sound as if he wanted to be comforted. He was truly sorry.

He is a man who is weak with greed, has a strong sexual desire, and shows his face in a disgusting manner, but this earnestness is also Mr. Ohyama's truth.

That must be why it is so hard for him.

Because he is the kind of person who wants to be a hero, he feels terrible that he has made everyone suffer.

"Oh, my desires did that to me. ............"

Of course I can't represent the victims. I can't, but ...... but I didn't think I needed to regret it that much.

I've seen people taken in by their desires, and that looked so ...... pleasant.

Besides, everyone checked out and went back to their homes. No damage was left behind. Well, some people may have ...... changed their sexuality somewhat, but .............

Everyone had more or less enjoyed themselves to the point of awkwardness.

"Enjoyed ......, huh?"

I like your sense of responsibility, but it's not something to worry about.

When I told Mr. Ohyama that, I could see his expression change.

His face was a mixture of relief and embarrassment.

I realized later that I had said the word "like" with my mouth. I was caught off guard by the fact that he had already known about it when we "connected" the other day.

"I'm not sure if that's what you mean ......, but it kind of saves my life ......."

Mr. Ohyama was covering his crotch with a towel and tilting his head left and right as if he was unsure what to do.

Seeing this, I approached him, clearly aware that I was the one to do so.

In the large and spacious open-air bath, the half distance, which is not far but not close, is shrinking. Mr. Ohyama knew but did not try to refuse.

Mr. Ohyama's body was soggy with sweat, probably because he was warming up in the bath.

"I'm not sure I want to..."

His eyes wandered. He was a little too shy to speak to me, but his strong jaw moved clearly.

"I've been thinking about you too."

As soon as he finished, our lips met.

It was too light to be called a kiss. I had done more than that many times, but this was the most nerve-wracking.

My heart ached.

Guilt and excitement.

Mr. Ohyama has a child, so it was only natural that he would refuse to kiss a man.

I was afraid of this normality.

I pressed my lips against hers and felt a thick sensation.

Mr. Ohyama's arms gripped my shoulders firmly.

"I've been saved many times by you, when I think about it. ......"

"I'm older than you, and I'm supposed to be your protector and your confidant. ......"

"You are ...... a very nice man, ...... umm, there is a saying that even men fall in love, and you really ...... are like that."

"But ............ haha, I'm really a man who can't resist his own desires ...... ......"

"It's because of you, because of your kiss, that I ...... ended up like this. ............"

Mr. Ohyama's towel, which he held tightly, was being blown away by the wind.

The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your money is to be sure that it's not a waste of time and energy.

It was so hard that it was on the verge of ejaculation.

I know this because I have seen it many times.

It was the size of serious excitement.

Even though there were almost no people around, there were still guests staying in the large bathroom. It was not a very praiseworthy act.

Someone might come.

They might come to see you being fucked.

And they might scorn you.

Whenever Mr. Ohyama said such a thing, his crotch twitched with pleasure.

In a way, it was the first time they had sex, but they already knew each other very well.

The order is messed up.

It's a funny thing," I said and smiled shyly, and Mr. Ohyama laughed a little regretfully, "But I can feel it .......

Mr. Ohyama was lying on his back with his own hands on his head, probably because he had nothing to tie him up with close at hand. And he did not move from that position. She opened her legs and leaned her body against me, as if she was surrendering everything to me.

Smelly feet, heavy thighs, and everything else was at his disposal.

He seemed to be excited by such a situation.

I like that about you.

You try to do things properly.

But you can't fulfill it.

But you don't give up.

I like that you are not ready to give up.

"Oh, you're not going to make it, hahaha, that's very harsh--no."

"Mh......, but not with that kind of attitude."

"I like you, too."

Mr. Ohyama said the words clearly.

"Oh, I said ............ I'm such a ............"

"I'm not a very good ...... man to let you say it, though, because it's not very fair ....... But it's kind of embarrassing ...... to be so upfront about it."

Which would that mean?

Confession.

Or is it about having one's buttocks teased?

When I asked Mr. Ohyama which he meant, he replied, "Confession. It seems to be both.

I kissed his ears, his lips, and his cheeks, slowly getting used to his buttocks.

His asshole had been spreading smoothly at the time of the anomaly, perhaps under the influence of brain narcotics, perhaps under the influence of his life force, but that was not the case now. The buttocks of a man with a child are hard and tight.

"Oh, this I am being ...... unwound."

So slowly, we had time to check in with each other again and again.

"There's a saying, "Body and soul--well, that's exactly the kind of ......aah......."

While stimulating Mr. Ohyama's prostate and occasionally his front, we mixed in kisses and caresses, the kind of foreplay that two truly genuine lovers do.

It may sound strange, but it was also exciting.

I thought to myself, "Oh, doesn't it seem strange to have a grown man like this laying on top of you?"

No, it doesn't. Even if it does, it's good.

Every word.

I kissed Mr. Ohyama every time he answered something, to relieve his shame, or to make him feel better.

"You're so sly. ......"

"You're so attractive, and you're so good at sex. ............ Oh, my God. ......"

Mr. Ohyama thrust his hips up, looking a little frustrated.

"The family's mainstay is also unshaped,....... I want to give everything and everything to you, ah ............."

The first time I saw him, I thought he was a good man.

I'm sure he understood.

I'm fine.

It's all right now.

"Oh ............!"

I thought I had gotten used to it enough, but it was still hard inside Mr. Ohyama.

The mass of muscles that clamped down on his buttocks was forcefully broken deeper and deeper.

"Hahhhh! I'm being pushed open. ...... Oh, it's yours, it's mine, oh ......!"

Mr. Ohyama moaned sadly, wrinkled his brow and gasped. The big body shook from side to side, teeth clenched and eyebrows furrowed.

The large bathtub immediately adjacent to the room was rocking like a wave, making quiet noises.

I'll be in soon.

I'm going to fill it all up.

Saying this, he slowly moved his hips forward.

For Mr. Ohyama, if suffering is pleasure, then embarrassment is also pleasure. She has a sturdy body and an obscene brain. And a seemingly endless energy. And once she awakens to the pleasure of being fucked, it would be hard to find someone easier to fuck than him.

"Oh, such ...... I, I'm going to be turned into such a man ......!"

I could feel Mr. Ohyama's asshole getting even 'better' under my words of praise.

Mr. Ohyama kept his voice down, yet he shouted, "Yes, now I'm only a Kimi.

"Yes, now I'm about to be yours and yours alone. ......!　Kimi's, you know, penetrated by it, and really, ...... I'll never forget it. ......　Yeah, so, so go all the way to the end and give it your all......!"

Mr. Ohyama's unique invitation brought the excitement to a climax.

"Not as a father, but as a man, let me come ...... with your ...... cock, Nuhooooo!"

Mr. Ohyama cried out in an uncontrollable and violent voice. At the same time, a meat stick entered deep into his asshole.

"Oh, oh, this is it!　Oh, oh, this is your cock, your cock, your cock, oh oh oh oh!"

I could see that Mr. Ohyama's entire attention was on his own ass being fucked.

I could see it.

Mr. Ohyama's face had lost all semblance of decency, and he was panting, his mouth pursing with pleasure. There was nothing dignified about him.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh ❤❤"

At this moment, if Mr. Ohyama's declaration is to be taken seriously, ...... he has become the property of one man.

Mr. Ohyama, who had always maintained only the stance of father, hero, or older man, is now the captive of a single cock.

He was so fascinated by the cock that he was able to say, "Oh my God, that's too much. ............ Ohoho ❤ It's so nice to be made to like it. ...... muho ❤"

Mr. Ohyama shook his hips as he sought with his twitching asshole. 

I rode her movements, but controlled him. I "trained" him not to go berserk with all his strength.

"I'm sorry ❤ I'm sorry ❤ It feels so good, I'm just so distracted ❤ I love this cock so much ❤"

Mr. Ohyama's face relaxes at the sweet words that overflow from his mouth.

The face is vulgar, the voice is disordered, and the body odor goes beyond the smell of a man. I love it when he says sweet things to me with such a figure.

It's the kind of face you can't show unless you give up being a father. That's why I like it. That's what excites me.

"I'm so, so, so, I've become such a figure ❤ I've been made to look like that ❤ Oh, oh, oh ...... ohohohohohohoho ❤"

Mr. Ohyama, raising his voice like a male gorilla, dribbled his runt.

With each thrust, the words and the traces of traces that arouse me and myself overflowed. This mass of muscles seems to be filled with the nasty words that I have been storing up.

"Yes, yes, that's right ❤ my insides are filled with such, such a lot of nasty stuff ......"

As he said, semen sprayed violently from Mr. Ohyama's meat pole.

Still, Mr. Ohyama's expression and excitement did not change.

The ejaculation does not stop.

One blow after another. Mr. Ohyama is being released.

Semen from the rod. Desire comes out of his mouth. Sweat and odor overflow from the whole body.

"There, there, there, there ❤".

It seems to be the best place to beg.

Is this the place you like so much?

"Oh, I love it there, I want to cum there ...... ......❤"

Mr. Ohyama asked me for the best place to cum, whether he didn't realize that I had already cum, or whether there was "more" to cum.

I was so excited that I could not help but beg him to let me cum all over him.

“Please, please, beat me with your cock. Please let me vomit it all out. Please let me vomit it out even more. ❤❤”

I slammed my hips into the deepest part of him, just like Mr. Ohyama wanted.

Spit it out.

Mr. Ohyama's eyes widened at this commanding thrust.

"I want you to spit out more, please let me cum out more ❤❤"

It was a pure ejaculation by Mr. Ohyama, unaffected by anything.

The muscles he had built up.

The lust he had built up in his body.

The thick, thick rod.

Her ass was aching.

All of these were fulfilled in Mr. Ohyama's 100% pure ejaculation.

"Ohhhh ❤ oh oh oh ......❤ It's coming out, it's coming out❤❤"

Mr. Ohyama gazed entranced at the male juice that was being spewed out in a dribble.

It must have felt great. Mr. Ohyama was mumbling and tasting the afterglow of semen over and over again.

I thought so.

".....oh ...... you too❤"

"You cum in me too ............ hahahahaha ............."

Mr. Ohyama said and tightened his buttocks.

Then he looked at me and smiled shyly.

"Oh,............, I've been let out, I've already ...... been let out this deep,...... I'll never forget it. ...... Oh, I'll never forget it. ......My body and mind are completely ......... ❤"

Mr. Ohyama kept muttering about the semen that had been let out inside him.

He had been tasting the semen that had been ejaculated inside at the same time as Mr. Ohyama's semen was blowing up all the time.

"Oh, ......, if you like me like this."

Mr. Ohyama then said romantically, with a slightly disgusted expression on his face.

"I want to make love to you more and more," he said.

Then we left the bathhouse together and went into the same room together, secretly hiding.

Then we stayed until night, until morning, or ............ eventually the end of this long journey,

We extended the trip until we both used late checkout, etc.

We stayed in the same bed for one night and didn't sleep a wink.

Regardless of the weirdness and rituals, Mr. Ohyama's strength and energy seemed to be ridiculously inexhaustible.

On the train on the way home, I was exhausted and half asleep, clutching the smartphone with which we had exchanged contact information.

I must confess that I laughed when Mr. Ohyama's message popped up every few minutes.

It was perfectly clear from the attached photo that he was still in good health.

When I told him that this could be the key to immortality, Mr. Ohyama replied, somehow a bit happily.

I can't wait for my next vacation.