Hello peeps! What a lovely evening for some light smut, don't you agree? It's mizuage time.

Legend: the song in the beginning is Bad Apple, by Tohou project, though the one I was listening to while writing this is a traditional Japanese cover. It's a recommendation to listen to it, you don't have to.

Kanzashi- a long needle like pin made from metal usually and decorated with various flowers and knicknacks, used for keeping hair in place or a hair decoration .

Twelve guardian ninja- the twelve strongest ninja collected from all over the country. They guard the daimyo. In the future of this fic, Sarutobi Asuma becomes one ( that's a hint to the timeline)

Onsen- Japanese hot springs. Very important to their culture, you should know this already.

Geta- wooden flip flops, Jiraiya wears them all the time

Warning! Smut of the M/M variety in this chapter. Look out for the lines if you want to skip that part. If you want to read it, well... enjoy *winkwink*

''Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real

But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel

So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside

And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night

You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go

But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know

If I make another move there'll be no more turning back

Because everything will change and it all will fade to black

If I make another move, if I take another step

Then it all would fall apart. There'd be nothing of me left

If I'm crying in the wind, if I'm crying in the night

Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?

Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am?

I've forgotten how to see; I've forgotten if I can

Is I opened up my eyes there'd be no more going back

'Cause I'd throw it all away and it all would fade to black''

''You have a lovely voice nee-san'' Sounded out the girl sitting behind me, brushing my hair and helping me prepare for the mizuage happening today. Mine, of course.

''What is the song called?'' Curious little thing, isn't she.

''Does it matter what it's called?'' I guess you could say that I woke up in a mood. While it is true that I have been waiting for this moment to come for quite some time, the fact of the matter is... I will be letting a complete stranger take my virginity in return for money. If there was a way to make me feel lower than I feel now... Please let me never know of it. But, as always, to move forward sacrifices must be made. And that is exactly what tonight will be, me sacrificing my body's virginity for the sake of my future, for the sake of power.

''That's enough. Help me with the obi.'' There is no point in being overly made up only to ruin it all later. Unlike some of the women here I don't need makeup and jewelry to look beautiful. Some days it can be a curse rather than a blessing, this beauty of mine, but today is the case of the latter. Everyone will know of me by tomorrow day's end. I will be the only male courtesan in Tanzaku city, and for a bit further than that. Everyone will know of my beauty. And seeing as this place was ''blessed'' by the former daimyo, well let's just say that by the time I'm fifteen years old I will be rich enough to buy out my own contract from Saeko-sama. The only question is, where do I go from there?

While I was immersed in my thoughts the girl had finished wrapping the obi around me, leaving me out of breath by how tight it is. That's fine though, it will stop me from blurting out something unsavory to my customer tonight. I hand her the kanzashi pin my mother had gifted me for this special occasion. It was a plain thing but I didn't mind. This was the first thing I had ever received from her, the stingy bitch.

But back to the evil plotting... I had decided to become an informant after a quite logical thought process. What else am I supposed to do with all of this information I hold? It's basically useless if I don't use it. If it's not benefiting me then it's especially so, seeing as I'm planning on never becoming a ninja, my training to be one notwithstanding. Jiraiya, ironically, helped me cement my plan for the future.

He is infamous for being a womanizer, but what not many know is the fact that it is all a means of gathering information. When are men most vulnerable to give away information? Why, when in the throes of passion while fucking a whore, of course. I'm sure I don't need to explain how I'm going to secure my position. I need powerful people to fall for me, to come to me and offer themselves, and everything they know, to me freely. I need to be protected. And this will ensure that I am the most important asset of the most important people. Am I being conceited or setting my expectations too high? I thought as much in the beginning, but as time went by, and I became more and more beautiful... Let's just say that all of my doubts have disappeared once I found out who the man that bought me for tonight is.

It is, quite conveniently, if you ask me, the man that is in charge of the daimyo's guard, not the ninja one though. The twelve guardian ninja don't have that kind of freedom to be caught wandering around brothels. The same could not be said for the samurai rip-offs that are the daimyo's 'normal' guard. But whatever, it's lucky to so quickly have a chance to ensnare someone in a high position. Should I start praying to the beggar-lady as my one deity? Should I be speaking her name in capitals? The Beggar-Lady... Hmmm... I'll come back to that later, it's time for me to go. Wish me luck.

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I am with my guest, Takaharu-sama, in a room that is soon going to be mine to entertain guests in. I'm so special. We are sitting in front of a low Japanese table, with me sitting in a seiza and him sitting like he's completely hammered. Which, mind you, he is. Tee-hee.

It is remarkably easy to manipulate people, just throw a smile here a flutter of lashes there and presto. I shouldn't say that it's too easy though, might jinx myself. Anyway, here we are, me pouring him drink after drink, talking amiably... He's asking such mundane questions, but I couldn't really expect otherwise, my courtesan persona can come off as quite dumb. I'll just say that it works in my favor to have people think of me like that. This one being no different, not even suspecting a thing when I continue to question him about his position, the daimyo and other things one of my profession has no place knowing. We continue like that until, suddenly, he decides it's enough and gets to the point of our gathering.

It was the middle of my sentence when he suddenly reaches over and takes my hand. He looks it over turning it this way and that, rubbing circles in to the palm of my hand with his calloused thumb.

''You know, you are very beautiful Mitsuki.''

I want to reply with an irritating I know, but I refrain and instead just blush and avert my eyes from his heated gaze.

''I have not been in intimate relations for a long time because of the chance that a woman might get pregnant. I am in no position to enter into a marriage, or have a child out of wedlock. It would be an offense to the daimyo. I gave my life to him in a way that I find much harder than just dying in his name in battle. It was by chance that I found out about you, Mitsuki, and I knew that I had to have you. You are my chance to finally feel alive.''

God, all of you men with your long-ass speeches, just get to the point already. Haaa, no choice but to take things into my own hands.

''Do you really think so Takaharu-sama? Then it will be my pleasure to make you feel alive again.'' I say to him as I slowly start unraveling my obi. I untuck one end of it and stand up as it slowly falls from my body, leaving me in the red kimono I wore tonight and the white silk inner robe. Takaharu stands up and with shaking hands starts to slide the kimono off my shoulders. My hand slide down my neck, across my torso and to the belt keeping the inner robe tied closed around me. It too falls down.

Takaharu's breath suddenly hitches, as if he saw something incredible. He touches my shoulders, his hands barely there, before I get annoyed by his slow process and take his hands into mine and slide them down my body, slowly, sensually.

''You are truly the most beautiful being I have ever seen.'' He says while watching me with wide eyes. It's almost like he is the virgin here, not me. I smile bashfully, my cheekbones rising up and my eyes creasing a bit. I look up at him through my eyelashes and bite the corner of my lower lip in anticipation.

He removes the kanzashi pin from my hair letting it unravel around me like a dark cloak. He starts walking forward slowly, making me back up, and brings me to the futon prepared for this evening. All the while I'm thanking whatever being is responsible for my good luck, Takaharu is surprisingly attractive. His job as a glorified security giving him a toned body and rippling muscles. Yum.

I fall backwards, and he catches me at the last minute, lowering himself over my body like a blanket, all of him touching all of me. He stays like that for a moment. And suddenly he is moving, peppering kisses all over my body, starting from my collar bone and down my belly, hovering for a moment just a bit under my belly button before continuing his path south. He brushes his lips against my inner thigh, putting his hand underneath my knee and lifting my leg up, kissing my foot and all of my toes one by one before moving to the other side. I lay backwards and close my eyes in wonder. In my life before... It had never felt like this. This intimate. He is treating me with such care that I can't help but get aroused. My member hardening as a result. He takes notice, but no action other than to continue his ministrations on my left leg. I find myself growing frustrated and unknowingly let out an annoyed sound.

He chuckles and says ''Impatient, are we?'' This man...

He smiles up at me, bringing his body back up and kissing me on the mouth. It was totally unexpected, and I couldn't stop the gasp that came out. He, seizing the opportunity I gave him, pushes his tongue into my mouth, brushing it over my teeth before massaging my tongue with his.

My hands rise up and over his back, nails dragging a path down. His hand slides away from cupping my chin and starts to unravel his own kimono, though much plainer than mine it is of a better quality, soft to the touch. Seems like he dressed specially for this occasion, don't see samurai wearing silk much. The kimono slides down his back and off of him, revealing his hard member to the warm summer air of the room. I look down and shiver. That's going to be inside me soon. Will it even fit? He sees me looking and smirks, as if to say — Like what you see? And even though he hasn't said it out loud I find myself getting flustered, this time for real.

He brings his hand down catching both of our members in one large hand and rubbing them together. It is at this moment that I realize that this is my first sexual experience of any kind since I have been reborn. My body is incredibly sensitive and as Takaharu continues his ministrations I gasp and throw my head back, my spine unwillingly arching from the pleasure I find myself receiving. He collects the precum leaked from our members with one hand continuing his up and down motions and the other sliding further south and between my cheeks. One finger pokes inside and I find that the sensation is not as horrible as I thought it would be. He continues adding fingers until at one point he decides it is enough preparation and catches my eyes in his unbearably hot gaze as he slowly pushes inside me.

My breath hitches and I shudder. He starts to move. I close my eyes, pushing back against him as he pushes forward, the pace slow, languid. It is as I feel the pressure inside me rising that he speeds up more and more until he is frantically bringing his hips against mine trying to find as much friction as possible. There is a moment where we both stop, breathe in slowly, and as the breath is leaving our lungs our orgasms reach their peak and I find myself moaning loudly, Tomoharu echoing my sentiment. We fall back from our ecstasy and completely relax against one another, his member slowly softening inside me. He looks at me and says ''Five minutes.''

''What?''

''Five minutes is what I give you to recover before we begin round two.''

And sure enough I can feel his member hardening once more. Looks like I'm in for a long night. I find that I don't mind that one bit.

The next morning I can be found luxuriating in the private onsen, trying to ease the pain in my muscles. I should get used to this feeling, the cause of it is going to be happening more often than not. I hear the cloth covering the opening to the onsen being moved aside, geta sandals clicking against the ground before their wearer slides them off their feet and submerges their body into the place beside me. I turn my head and start. Of all the people that I expected, my mother wasn't one of them. She looks at me from the corner of her eye and smirks haughtily. What is wrong with this woman? Why can't she ever act like a normal mother?

''What's wrong Micchan? Aching in all the right places, huh?''

''You could say that…'' Or not.

''You finally realize what it is that we do here. I always knew that you weren't made for this. It's a good thing you're quitting, it's better that way.''

What the ever loving fuck is she talking about?

''What do you mean, mother? I have no plans of leaving, quite the opposite really, I find that I am quite enjoying myself.''

''You would, you little whore.'' She turns to face me with a snarl on her face.

''Whore? Everyone here is a whore mother. It's our job to be one.''

''You did it on purpose, didn't you? Stealing him from me so that I would suffer. Is this how you thank me for everything that I have done for you?!''

Steal- Oh, I get it. She means Tomoharu. She must have had her eye on him then. But, what's with this jealousy and disdain towards me? I'm quite sure that I didn't do anything to deserve it. I know that we had never had a good relationship but this is a bit too much. She has never been this hostile before.

''Not saying anything, huh? So you admit to stealing him from me.'' She spits out angrily before slapping me so hard my head turned to the side. She picks herself up from the water mumbles something like ''I never should have accepted to be your mother…'' before storming out.

I just stayed there, my head still remaining turned to the side and my cheek stinging something fierce. I think I can even taste blood. I bring my hand to my lip- and yep, she split my lip. The fuck just happened? It surely cannot be anything good. I get out, dress myself quickly and go to search for Saeko-sama. Mother or not, she will regret messing with me. Who does she think she is?

As I storm down the hallways, opening and closing one shoji after another, all of the girls are looking at me in shock. What a sight I must make.

Finally I find Saeko-sama in one of her private tea rooms. I sit down without preamble and declare ''We need to talk.''

Well... That just happened. What do you think? Please leave a comment and I'll see you next chapter. Byeeee.