The lantern in Yor’s room continued to cast its soft, golden light as Haruto quietly slipped out, leaving the door slightly open. He moved downstairs to the kitchen with gentle footsteps so as not to wake his grandfather.

In the quiet kitchen, illuminated by a single warm bulb, Haruto filled a kettle and set it on the stove to boil. While waiting, he took out a small egg from the refrigerator and gently lowered it into a pot of water, letting it boil until perfectly soft. The simple, caring routine steadied his heart. Once the water was ready, he carefully poured it into the rubber hot water bag, wrapping it in a clean, soft towel to make it comfortable. He placed the peeled, warm boiled egg on a small plate along with a glass of water and her medicine.

Carrying everything on a tray, Haruto returned upstairs. Yor was still lying where he had left her, looking small and vulnerable. He spread out a thick, comfortable futon on the tatami floor, fluffing the pillow with care. Then he knelt beside her, sliding one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.

"Easy now," he whispered tenderly. He lifted her gently and laid her down on the futon, arranging the blanket over her lower body. Yor’s breathing was still a little labored from the cramps, but her eyes followed him with quiet gratitude.

Haruto helped her sit up slightly, supporting her back as she slowly ate the warm boiled egg in small bites and took her medicine with the water. After she finished, he handed her the wrapped hot water bag.

Yor accepted it with trembling hands and carefully placed it against her lower belly, pressing it gently over the blue pantie and pad. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips as the soothing warmth began to ease some of the sharp period pain. Her body gradually relaxed into the futon, the tension in her face softening under the gentle light.

Haruto sat beside her in quiet watchfulness, the intimate atmosphere of the room wrapping around them like a tender cocoon.

The quiet hour passed slowly in Yor’s room, filled with the soft rhythm of her breathing and the distant chirping of night insects outside. The hot water bag had done its work, easing the worst of her cramps. Yor stirred gently on the futon, her cheeks regaining a bit of color as she looked up at Haruto with soft, trusting eyes.

"Haruto..." she whispered, voice still a little weak but determined. "I want to take a bath now. I feel so sticky and messy... I need to feel clean again. Can you... carry me to the bathroom? And help me bathe?"

Haruto nodded without hesitation, his expression full of gentle care. He slid his arms beneath her — one under her knees, the other supporting her back — and lifted her easily against his chest. Yor wrapped her arms around his neck, her body warm and soft. She was still wearing only her white top and the light blue pantie, her legs bare as they swayed slightly with each step.

He carried her downstairs carefully, the old wooden steps creaking softly under them. The bathroom was traditional and spacious, with tiled floors and a deep wooden tub already filled with warm water by the thoughtful grandfather earlier. Steam rose gently in the air, carrying the faint scent of herbal soap.

Once inside, Haruto set her down carefully on the small wooden stool near the washing area. Yor looked up at him, her face flushed with a mix of shyness and vulnerability.

"Strip me naked, Haruto," she said softly, almost pleading. "And... take off your clothes too. You already saw my pussy so intimately... it’s only fair I get to see your naked body as well."

Haruto’s breath caught for a moment, but he obeyed with slow, respectful movements. He first reached for the hem of her white top, pulling it upward. The fabric slid over her smooth stomach, then over her full, soft breasts, freeing them with a gentle bounce. Her nipples were a delicate pink, slightly hardened by the cooler air. He set the top aside.

Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her light blue pantie. He pulled it down slowly, the fabric gliding over her hips and thighs. As the pantie slipped past her knees and off her ankles, Yor’s pussy was fully revealed once again.

Her period pussy looked even more intimate under the warm bathroom light. The outer lips were still gently swollen and flushed a deep rosy-red. A thin, neat strip of soft dark hair sat above her slit, while her inner folds glistened with a fresh, slow trickle of bright crimson menstrual blood mixed with her natural slickness. The blood had stained the pad and pantie she had just been wearing, leaving her pussy looking raw, wet, and beautifully vulnerable — the opening slightly parted, slowly leaking another thin rivulet of red that traced down toward her ass. The metallic, feminine scent of her period mixed with the steam in the air.

Yor sat completely naked before him now, her full breasts rising and falling with nervous breaths, her legs slightly parted, completely exposed and trusting under his gaze.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to remove his own clothes.

The steam-filled bathroom wrapped them in warm, intimate silence. Yor sat naked on the wooden stool, her full breasts softly rising and falling, her period pussy still gently leaking a thin trail of crimson blood down her inner thigh. She looked up at Haruto with shy but determined eyes after he had stripped her completely.

Haruto’s voice was low and gentle. "I stripped you naked... so it’s only fair you do the same to me."

Yor’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she nodded. She reached up with slightly trembling hands and began undressing him.

First, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it upward. Haruto raised his arms to help her. The fabric slid over his toned stomach and chest, revealing his smooth, warm skin. She tossed the shirt aside, her eyes tracing his bare upper body with quiet admiration.

Next, her hands moved to his pants. She unbuttoned them carefully, then slowly pulled the zipper down. The sound was soft in the steamy room. She tugged the pants down over his hips and strong thighs, letting them pool at his ankles. Haruto stepped out of them. Now only his underwear remained.

Yor’s breath quickened. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down slowly, inch by inch. As the fabric descended, his cock sprang free — already semi-hard and hanging heavily between his legs. It was thick, veined, and warm, the smooth head slightly flushed. His full naked body was now completely visible to her: strong chest, defined abdomen, and his heavy cock swaying gently in the warm air, balls hanging low beneath it.

Yor stared for a moment, mesmerized. She reached out and gently wrapped her soft hand around his cock. Her fingers felt cool against his heated skin as she held it tenderly, feeling its weight and warmth.

"It’s so warm... and hot," she whispered softly, almost in awe, giving it a gentle squeeze. The thick shaft pulsed faintly in her palm.

She looked up at him, eyes glossy with a mix of vulnerability and desire. "Now... bath me in the bathtub, Haruto."

The warm, steamy bathroom enveloped them both in a cocoon of intimacy. Haruto stood naked before Yor, his thick cock still semi-hard and hanging heavily after her gentle touch. Yor sat completely exposed on the wooden stool, her full, soft breasts rising with each breath, nipples slightly stiffened in the humid air, and her period pussy visibly leaking a slow, glossy trail of crimson blood down her inner thigh.

Haruto spoke softly, his voice full of care. "I’ll bathe you properly."

He first helped her move from the stool to the small tiled washing area. He knelt behind her, supporting her body as she sat down carefully on the low wooden stool facing the faucet. The warm water from the showerhead was already running at the perfect temperature. Haruto picked up the handheld shower head and began to pour water over her.

He started from her shoulders, letting the gentle stream cascade down her back in smooth rivulets. Yor sighed softly as the warm water soothed her skin. He moved the shower head slowly across her neck, then over her collarbones, allowing the water to flow between her full breasts, tracing glistening paths over their soft, heavy curves. The water poured generously over each breast, making them shine wetly, droplets clinging to her pink nipples before falling away.

He continued downward, pouring water over her smooth stomach, letting it pool briefly in her navel before spilling over. Then he moved to her sides and lower back, the warm flow rinsing away the faint stickiness from her earlier ordeal. Haruto carefully lifted one of her legs, pouring water along her thigh, down her calf, and over her foot, then repeated the same on the other leg. Every inch of her skin glistened under the steady, caring stream.

Once her body was thoroughly wet, Haruto picked up the bottle of mild, fragrant soap. He poured a generous amount into his palm, the scent of gentle floral and herbal notes filling the steamy air. He began to soap her body with slow, tender strokes.

He started at her shoulders and neck, his strong hands gliding smoothly over her wet skin, working the soap into a rich, creamy lather. His fingers massaged gently down her arms, covering every curve and crease. Then he moved to her back, his palms spreading the slick foam in wide circles, pressing lightly along her spine.

Haruto’s hands moved to her front. He cupped her full breasts carefully, lathering them thoroughly. His fingers slid over the soft, heavy flesh, spreading soap across every inch of their beautiful roundness. He circled around her nipples without directly rubbing them too intensely, watching as the white foam coated her glistening breasts and dripped down in thick, slow trails. He continued over her stomach, his hands moving in smooth, massaging motions, covering her belly completely with rich lather.

He soaped her sides and hips with firm yet gentle strokes. Then he lifted one of her legs again, running his soapy hands along her thigh, behind her knee, and down to her calf and foot, working the lather between her toes. He repeated the process on her other leg, his touch slow and attentive.

Throughout it all, Haruto deliberately avoided her pussy. He cleaned carefully around her pubic mound and the area just above her slit, but he never let soap touch her swollen, bleeding folds. He respected the sensitivity of her period completely, only letting clean water flow near that intimate area to rinse away any excess blood without disturbing it.

Yor’s body was now fully covered in a beautiful layer of white, creamy soap lather — every curve, every soft inch of her skin glistening and fragrant, except for her raw, bleeding pussy which remained untouched by soap.

Haruto finally set the soap aside and picked up the shower head once more, preparing to rinse her.