Chapter 29 Chapter Four

The Lakeside Pavilion is located on a high platform on the south side of a well-known lake on Mount H.The building is slender and rectangular, facing the lake in the north, and you can see the superb scenery when you look up, and the small village by the lake on the south side, and you can look at the cascading mountains in front of you.My room is at the north end of the lake.There is a spacious corridor like a terrace in front of the room. Each room is equipped with two wicker chairs. Sitting on the wicker chairs, I can see the panorama of the lake beyond the grove in the yard. The green mountains surround the silent lake. , How much enjoyment and happiness did I have at the beginning of this scenery!On a sunny day, I can see the reflection of the mountain peak on the water surface, and the boat slides slowly on the lake. On a rainy day, the misty misty rain hides the peak of the mountain, and the imminent low cloud sprinkles messy silver threads. Make beautiful water spots on the lake.These lonely, refreshing and charming scenes washed my chaotic mind carefully, and for a while I almost completely forgot about the neurasthenia that tormented me so painfully.

However, as my neurasthenia recovered day by day, my true nature of loving hustle and bustle gradually emerged.I can't bear this lonely mountain life more and more.As the name suggests, the lakeside pavilion is not only a hotel for tourists to stay in, but also a cooking kiosk. The guests are mainly day trippers from nearby towns and villages.In addition, at the request of customers, the store can also temporarily find some kabuki from the towns near the foot of the mountain to perform a lively performance that is incompatible with the surrounding scenery and atmosphere. I also participated in two or three times because I was too lonely.But this kind of half-baked lukewarm water can't satisfy me no matter what.Except for mountains and water, except for water and mountains, most of the time, the hotel rooms are silent, and occasionally only the out-of-key shamisen of the country geisha comes to my ears.Having said that, even if I go home now, there is nothing interesting at home, and it is still a long time before I am scheduled to leave. When I was in a dilemma, I suddenly remembered the voyeuristic game mentioned earlier.

There is a reason to think of this. The location of my room is really good-it is located in a corner on the second floor. When I open a round window in the room, I can immediately see the roof of the luxury bathhouse in the lakeside pavilion below.In the past, with the help of my voyeurism, I have had the privilege of seeing various scenes, but only the baths have not been seen, which arouses my curiosity even more.But I'm not so interested in the pictures of naked women bathing. This kind of thing can be seen as long as you go to the deep mountain hot spring baths. No, in fact, you can also enjoy it freely in certain places in the city, let alone this lakeside pavilion bath There is no distinction between men and women.

What really fascinates me is the natural state of naked women or naked men, which means they don't know that someone is looking at them.The nudes we usually see in the bathhouse, they have adapted to the gazes around them, they are all naked in front of people. Although these people can take off naked in front of people as if nothing happened, they have not shed their shameful coat.They can feel the eyes of people around them, so they assume a tense and unnatural posture.According to my voyeuristic experience, it is clear that there is a huge difference between people in front of others and those behind them. Some people look shrewd and cautious in front of others, but when the people around them leave and only themselves are left, they completely relax. The drama of transformation is astonishing.Some people even have extreme differences between the living and the dead. Not only the expression, but also the posture and various behaviors have changed.I once met a guy who, in person, was an extreme optimist, almost insanely happy, but when he was alone, he was the complete opposite, a lifeless misanthrope.I think people have more or less such emotional shifts.It can be said that it is not uncommon for people in front of us to show a different image and reality.From this to the other, I think what kind of state will a person be in when he appreciates his naked body alone in front of the mirror?This must be a very interesting thing.

For this reason, I decided to place one end of my voyeuristic device in the locker room instead of the bathroom. There is a locker room with a large floor-to-ceiling mirror in that room.