Hello friends. You have entered the lewd chapter. Congratulations. After 12 years of me forgetting this story and eleven long ass chapters full of angst and death there is finally sexy time.

Chapter 12

Shiorin woke up and was drenched in sweat, the cold air immediately hitting her skin as soon as she sat up from under her sheets. It took her a few good seconds to realize that she had woken up from yet another nightmare. Though, they were not the same as they used to be. Before she had regained memories from her past, she always saw dead villagers and her dead parents in her dreams. It was terrifying, because she never knew why she kept seeing them and it seemed never ending.

Recently however, she stopped dreaming about her home. She never saw it anymore. All she did see was complete darkness and nothing else. She also saw herself, always completely covered in blood and wandering through the pitch black nothingness, until she would spot a figure from afar. Whenever she saw that figure, she felt herself boiling with rage and every single time, she would rush towards it and use all of her strength to attack it, just like she had done to the Hatakeyama clan member. Whenever she woke up, she thought it might be her consciousness wanting revenge on her parents murderer, yet she never saw his face in her dreams. It was odd. The figure was completely faceless and formless, almost like a shade yet it still bled.

Shiorin wondered what it meant, because there was a time where she absolutely dreaded killing anyone at all. Yet, that day when she saved Masamune, which was almost a month ago, she felt so good. The young woman did not speak to anyone about how her first kill was and honestly, she had feared it for such a long time yet now that she finally got blood on her hands, she actually felt fulfilled. Of course at first she was absolutely distraught herself. When Magoichi and Kojuro had showed up and they asked their lord about what happened, Shiorin immediately threw up at the realization. That day, she had cried and mourned so much.

Not because she regretted it though, but because her satisfaction was abominable to her.

Deep down, she was scared to know that sooner or later she would have to fight on the battlefield again and she would have to kill again and this time…

She felt a tiny hint of excitement at the thought.

It made Shiorin think she might have lost her mind. She was so disappointed in herself, yet at the same time, another part of her thought that it was actually alright. Because after all, death made her suffer. She was only a child and yet, she had to witness her parents get slaughtered. Then what would it matter if she would kill another the same way? It was not like their loved ones were on the battlefield to witness it anyway.

The young woman shook her head because this was not her usual thinking, it actually frightened her, so she moved her legs to the side of the bed and slid off the mattress to stand. She scanned her surroundings and suddenly remembered that she was inside the Date's castle in Oshu.

It had been several weeks since the Date army returned to their home here in Oshu. Most of the soldiers were extremely happy to return, even Hisahiko had grinned from ear to ear upon arrival, which was quite odd to see, because Shiorin had no memory of him ever smiling to begin with.

In any case, she got appointed a room inside the castle and obviously it was the most fancy space she had ever slept in in her 20 years of existence. It was roomy and the bed was very comfortable, at least for her standards, which were of course not very high considering she had only lived inside a house of wood up until now. Therefore, a room inside of a basement where most soldiers were stationed, was a luxury for the likes of her. She peered to the side where the window was and the moon was bright and the stars were visibly glinstering inside of a pitch black sky. So it was still late at night then, which meant she had only slept for a few hours. Honestly, she should probably get more rest, because tomorrow, or technically in a few hours, she was supposed to go training. She had been doing so on a daily basis ever since the Date returned to the castle.

Masamune had also scheduled appointments for her with one of his medics every other week. Most of these meetings were physical examinations, some of them were the physician in question checking on her mental state. So far, there were no major issues, but one time when the man was examining her, she had a panic attack and nearly attacked him. Thankfully that time Kojuro happened to be nearby and he managed to stop her from harming the physician. She was thankful for that, because after all, he only tried to help her.

Fortunately, she felt like her mind was somewhat stabilizing. Of course, she could not really tell, because after all she still suffered from nightmares and currently, she hadn't been exposed to any form of battle. There were no dangerous situations, so it was hard to gauge whether the medical meetings and the daily martial training had any effect at all. The only thing she realized within herself, was that she no longer felt any fear of being confronted with death. What did scare her was the fact that that same fear that she carried all of her life until now, had suddenly disappeared.

Of course, the thought of a massacre still made her sick, but at the same time, it was no longer unknown to her.

It was a sad fact, now that she thought about it.

Shiorin sighed deeply and gently hugged herself, wrapping her arms around her small frame; an attempt at providing comfort to herself.

Her blue eyes drifted in front of her and that is when she realized that she had been so deep in thought, that she had not noticed she was now wandering the castle's halls. So much for getting a good night's rest. She should probably head back to her room, but instead, she kept on walking until she reached the corridor that led to the main hall. The young woman didn't know where exactly she was headed, but what she did know was that she actually did not want to go back to sleep. Perhaps, she was reluctant to possibly see another nightmare. It was tiresome and especially so because she saw them every single day. The days where she did not dream at all were rare, but a blessing to her.

A small sigh left her lips, as she continued to wander through the large castle. Eventually, after climbing a fair amount of stairs, she reached the corridor where Masamune was residing, together with his wife. She knew the way very well, because she had been on guard duty in front of his room a few times. It was a simple task that the one eyed dragon assigned to her every now and then. She would sometimes switch with Hisahiko or either, the two were guarding together.

Anyhow, tonight it was someone else's turn. Shiorin did not yet remember the names of all of her fellow soldiers, but she was slowly starting to know quite a few. The one on guard tonight though, she did not know at all. Frankly, she was not even sure if she remembered the man's face at all. She just happened to remember vaguely, because a messenger updates their schedules every now and then. She and the other soldiers always got notified personally.

The woman peeked her head around a corner. Indeed, now she remembered.

Standing in front of the larger doors which lead to Masamune's chambers, was Isao Akiyama, one of the older men in the army. He was a very stern man who took his responsibilities very seriously. Shiorin figured that if she were to just show up in front of him he would question her and possibly, alarm Masamune about why in the world she was suspiciously moving about in the castle at this hour.

Heck, why did she even come here in the first place? Honestly, she did not know. Perhaps she wished to talk to her lord, because ever since they returned to Oshu, they did not really have a conversation again. Of course, every now and then he had ordered her around for simple tasks or appointments, but that was pretty much the extent of their communication. Not that she knew what she wanted to talk to him about, but she felt like there was something unresolved between them after she ended that Hatakeyama clan member. What exactly it was, she did not know.

Perhaps, part of her wished for some kind of praise. After all, she did what he had told her to from the start.

She killed someone before they could kill anyone else.

Kill or be killed.

Shiorin shook her head before fully spacing out. She pondered on how to get past that guard without being seen, if that was even possible. Maybe it was a better idea to just go back to sleep and see if she can talk to her lord the next day, but a part of her wanted to get this out of the way.

Deep down, she wondered if Masamune still thought she was capable of being useful on the battlefield. What if he had decided she was too mentally unstable to fight alongside his army again? Would he dispose of her? After all, he said it before: She was just a peasant after all, her only purpose would be her talent on the battlefield.

The young woman sighed quietly. She hoped none of these thoughts were actually the case, because she had come to respect the one eyed dragon of Oshu a lot. When they first met, she couldn't help but want to hate him for tearing her away from her home and ruining her life, however, she hated him even more back then because she also owed him and she knew that.

Because even if he indeed took her old life away, he did save her village and additionally, up until this day he had always kept his word about helping to rebuild it.

A few days ago, she had received a letter from the old lady from the shop in her village. In that letter she wrote that all was well and while she and the villagers did miss Shiorin, they were also grateful for the frequent help they got from the Date army.

When the young woman read this, she started crying again.

It was true, Lord Masamune Date was an ambitious man and he was brutal. But despite those traits, he was also a man of his word. One would not immediately think it, but the one eyed dragon, under that cold exterior, was a very caring man. It took quite a long time, but Shiorin had finally realized that the words he had said to her whenever she was cowering, were not just for his personal gain only. He actually wanted to push her because he knew better. He knew that in this cruel world, you sometimes had to be cruel in order to be good and become a better version of yourself.

To her, this seemed like the personal lesson he taught her and on top of that, if it weren't for him, she probably still wouldn't have known about her past. Perhaps she would have at a later stage in life, but who is to say this would have happened at all?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt nothing but gratitude towards Masamune. Many thought him to be heartless, but this did not seem to be the case. Shiorin never had a single friend in her life, unless she would count the old lady, the blacksmith, or her cousin, but outside of those people Masamune was the only person she considered to be close to what a friend could be like.

Honestly, she wanted to tell him all of this.

Finally, Shiorin peeked around the corner again and decided to give it a shot. She was not going to be able to fall asleep anyway, so she might as well try. Carefully, she peered at Isao, who was still guarding the chamber doors with a strict expression. The only plus side was that it was fairly dark inside the corridor, as it was only lit by a candle or two. There were no windows, so there was no other source of light in this area. Still, how was she going to get past him? Just walking up front to him will raise alarm bells, so she had to think of something else. With a deep frown, the young woman's gaze drifted around her, until her blue eyes spotted the ceiling. That was it.

The ceiling in the corridor had many wooden beams lined up all the way towards the chambers. If she could climb up there, she could just slip through the opening at the top of the doors. No one would see her there. Now, the only problem was how to get there. Shiorin was no stranger to climbing heights, after all, trees and roofs were a breeze as she was fairly flexible and used to doing it all of her life. Hisahiko could probably vouch for that, as he was astonished the first time he had to report on her abilities. The other day, the two of them talked about how he thought that she was very odd, because she moved like a cat or some animal of sorts. The young woman thought that it was weird, but she did not really pay it any mind.

But she digressed.

She scanned her surroundings and spotted another door to her left side, which had wooden bars and ridges on the outside. She figured she could climb on those, so she immediately moved towards the door and started to climb up. Once she reached the beam at the ceiling, she lifted herself on top of it and from there, leaped over the wood carefully and on all fours, trying to be as quiet as possible. Isao seemed to be none the wiser.

Once she slipped through the opening at the top, she carefully slid out and softly landed on her hands and feet, back onto the floor. She then looked around once more and then noticed another set of smaller doors left ajar. A gentle light radiated from the opening and Shiorin carefully started to approach it. If he was indeed awake, then that would make things easier, so she thought, however a woman's voice made her stop dead in her tracks. That sounded like Lady Mego. Shiorin only got the honor of meeting her a few times, but because they never actually spoke yet, she did not know what kind of person Masamune's wife was. She did seem like the gentle and sophisticated type, quite the opposite of Masamune himself.

The first time Shiorin met the one eyed dragon's wife, she had bowed her head deeply. Mainly, because she did not want to make the same mistake she made when she met Masamune and did not even recognize him. This time she wanted to at least make a proper impression, even though that might not mean much from a peasant like her. That and well, this was her lord's wife. The Lady of Oshu. Since she had come to respect the one eyed dragon, she figured she would show his wife the same kind of respect. Fortunately, the Lady seemed pleased and greeted Shiorin with a smile. She had told her that her husband told her a lot about 'The Date's newest recruit'.

The black haired girl gulped. She wondered if that was actually a positive thing, because as far as she knew, Masamune had nothing positive to say about her. Except maybe that she saved his life shortly before their arrival, but was that really worthy of any phrase though? Especially because she had been so useless in the battle prior to that.

Shiorin shook her head. Perhaps overthinking this now was pointless. At any rate, Lady Mego seemed like a very graceful woman. She had very long hair, not unlike Rin herself, fair skin and dark coloured eyes. What color exactly, Shiorin did not remember, because she did not dare stare her in the eye, because she figured that would be rude, and her comment about how Masamune had mentioned a lot about the young woman, worried Rin a little bit. In any case, Mego was a beautiful woman and her appearance was the complete opposite of how Shiorin looked. The Lady of Oshu was a woman of average height with a nice slender body, dark hair always beautifully styled in an updo and she practically radiated elegance.

A small gulp could be heard as Shiorin swallowed a lump that seemed to be stuck in her throat. Would she dare take a look? Despite that her mind said no, she still made her way to the doors and peeked through the opening. This caused her to immediately flush several shades of red.

She didn't expect to be able to see Masamune and Mego fully in view. The one eyed dragon and his wife were facing the opening of the door, but it did not seem like they would notice the young woman outside, because they were too indulged in one another. The couple was on a large bed, both of them completely bare for the black haired woman to see. Battle-hardened, calloused hands wandered gently across fair skin. Moans and groans sounded through the hot air. Shiorin knew she probably was not supposed to look and honestly, spying on her lord and lady was probably a punishable crime, but for some reason she could not look away, nor stop listening.

Honestly, she was not completely oblivious to what was happening here because after all, a 20 year old woman would surely know what love making was: She had read about it a few times in one of the blacksmith's novels, though she had not ever experienced anything like it at all. Never had she seen it before, not between lovers at least– but she didn't want to think about what happened to her mother. Fortunately, she was so fascinated by seeing the couple, that not a single vile thought entered her mind. The two seemed to genuinely enjoy each other and each other's presence and Shiorin couldn't tear her gaze from it. Though, watching them made her feel somewhat strange, a feeling she never had before. The woman did not know how to describe it nor did she figure what it was, because as someone who used to get plagued by nightmares and horrid visions on a daily basis, it left not much room for thoughts of arousal. Little did she know that watching her lord and lady, indeed aroused her.

Masamune gently pushed Mego's back, making her bend over on the bed as deeply as possible, her chest on the mattress and her behind up in the air. He truly had missed his beautiful wife. Slowly, he bended over her and leaned in to lovingly kiss her shoulder as he slid inside her from behind. This made his wife moan in pleasure as she gently rocked her hips and grinded against him eagerly, which urged him to immediately pick up his pace as he started thrusting into her wet core.

The noises were lewd and sloppy. Wet skin collided and the slick sounds sent shivers through Shiorin's body. Subconsciously, she was squeezing her thighs together, which made her let out an exasperated sigh at the tiny amount of friction she felt. It was something she had never felt before and it slightly confused her, but she didn't stop, nor did she stop watching the couple.

A loud grunt sounded from the chamber as Masamune had pushed his wife down, making her lay flat on her belly onto the bed as he pressed his body on top. He adjusted his hips and re-entered her folds with ease thanks to their slickness. Mego moaned in response and leaned her head backwards as her husband pulled her hair and started to thrust into her powerfully again and again. To her, this was a moment of bliss. Not just because being with her love like this felt good, but she had missed him so much. It has only been a few weeks since he returned with his army, yet when she was with him it felt like he never left. Sharing these intimate moments made her feel like she was in heaven and she wished they lasted forever. She moaned and a smile spread on her lips as soon as Masamune kissed her cheek gently as he was making love to her. His pace was speeding up a lot, almost erratically, which indicated that he was nearing his climax.

The couple moaned in harmony as their limit was reached. Afterwards, slick noises caused by wet skin and bits were suddenly replaced with pants, breaths and slow groans.

Masamune rolled off his wife, laying next to her and gently pulling her close beside him. For a split second, his one eye peered to the doors of their chamber and he thought he saw someone move.

"I love you." Mego's voice sounded as she had her eyes closed, but her hands lovingly reached for her husband, who immediately smiled down at her and embraced her.

"I love you too."

That night, before anyone would notice her, Shiorin quickly fled to her own room the same way she went. She figured she would talk to Masamune another time, because it was not like she could just barge in there. The young woman took a deep breath and sighed as she sat down on her bed as soon as she was back. Honestly, she didn't know what to think. Her cheeks still felt hot from being so flustered about what she saw. Not just because seeing Masamune and Mego doing such things made her feel weird, but mostly she felt guilty for spying on her lord and lady like that. Her guilt turned into slight disgust with herself, but she knew it was a little bit too late to dwell on that now. Shiorin decided to just lay down and rest, as in a few hours she needed to be ready for her training.

Haa sike. You probably thought it was my OC who was gonna bang but it was DIO.

Jokes aside, I hope you enjoyed waifu husbando action.

Small note: Isao Akiyama is just another character that is made up by me. Purely to facilitate the flow of the story. Writing about nameless characters only usually reads quite awkward.

Also yes, Masamune's chambers had double doors, just for the convenience of voyeurism.