Hello again! Welcome to a new chapter - but allow me to first address how glad I am with the world's improving (somewhat) health situation, with the vaccines various companies and scientists have started rolling out lately. I am wholly against anti-vaxxers, and very pro about letting them and their children and their family unvaccinated so they can disappear from the face of the earth. Is this a stupid and useless topic to bring up in this medium? Yes, but a correct one. People shouldn't be afraid of being courageous in these times.
Now, back to the series! I'm quite surprised none of you figured out (or, at least, those of you who answered me directly) where Ai and Mai (and Hisui from the previous chapters) came from. If you think you know the answer, don't hesitate to write in and review! I think I'll enjoy reading your answers while watching Fate/Prototype's new anime...
Some of the mailbag contents below dealt with both Ch. 28 & 29, so be warned if the topic doesn't immediately pop up to you guys at first. Here they are!
HarmonyDST05: Regarding this chapter? I've mentioned in Ch. 28 this one is going to be an omake, so read with caution and plenty of open mind. Sorry if I still lost you anyway. Haven't seen you in a long time. Hope you're well!
superpierce: TBH, both of them aren't as good a sister to each other as they wanted. And, as usual, miscommunications happen and spiral out of control to drive them farther apart.
Alpha Robby: Spot on! [...]
Royal Freshness12345: Well, technically, only two. Ai and Mai... and that's it, really. I want to really build up Shirou's shinobi resources to match Chiyome's historical canon accomplishments. [...] partially from my desire on applying my own fixes to what's been a disappointing popular portrayal of ninjas, such as Naruto. There were many great shinobi-based fics out there; just confused why none of those caught on with mainstream media.
Nanayakiri: Thank you very much for the catch! Go ahead and tell me more if you spot more mistakes.
Guest (1): Well, not really. It's just a coincidence based on this omake's original fandom. I was shocked at first too, TBH.
Guest (2): On the contrary, I think most people knowledgeable about TYPE-MOON in general know about Tsukihime (at least enough to know what the characters look like). The name 'Hisui' honestly came from an animal, similar to the Named Ones I've established several chapters ago. Can you figure it out? An animal-themed shinobi group? It's actually a small challenge to all readers.
For once, I witness a scene fit for an eroge from a third-person point of view.
"S-Shirō! T-This isn't w-what it looks like!" Kippōshi, face as red as her now-blazing hair, hurriedly tries to explain.
Yeah, I've used that line plenty of times before, too. Got hit and yelled at unfairly a lot because of that, too.
"R-Really! Really really really really really really really rrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy not what you think!" Somehow, Kippōshi grows even more nervous when faced by my understanding silence, trembling in place completely unlike the imposing persona she displays in the battlefield or among her soldiers.
…or even the several times she commanded me in public to maintain our façade.
As usual, Jūbei snickers nearby whenever Kippōshi is put into this situation, her sense of victory palpably roaring up, placing a palm across her mouth in an "Oh, my!" gesture.
Danzō, meanwhile, nonchalantly walks into the room and takes a seat by the other occupant's side, which is Louíse, worryingly looking back-and-forth at her unconscious charge and us newcomers.
Bontenmaru is lying part-tucked up in the futon, chest and hips exposed from her half-open kimono which looks to be forcibly opened and spread wide because of an emergency, as there are parts still oddly tied and attached… barely. Of course, from my elevated position combined with my natural height, her immature body's nakedness is fully visible – her childish, yet erect nipples and areola; her smooth, slightly round belly, soft with baby fat; the glisten of sweat and how they roll down her sides and dampening her underwear; the light blush across her face combining with her exotic looks into an alluring mix.
Of course, what makes the scene even more scandalous is Kippōshi's hand fondling one of Bontenmaru's breasts, the palm not even stopping when I and the others arrive, visibly making the little blonde girl moan incoherently in her unconscious state. Kippōshi's mouth opens and closes, struggling to construct a defence for what she assumes is an unfaithful act.
…personally, I find the situation rather hot – both figuratively and literally, judging from the licks of flames starting to emerge from her hair's tips.
I can feel Jūbei's growing smirk behind her hand. "Then, I shall excuse myself and wash up…" she says cheerfully, disappearing before any one of us can really comment on the situation. "Nobunaga-sama, I don't need to remind you to take responsibility…"
"Wha- J-Jūbei! W-Wait! L-Like I said, t-this isn't…!"
I wave off their interaction, taking a half-knee beside her. "Do you need assistance? Don't worry – I know what you're doing, so stop trying to justify yourself and let's concentrate, alright?" I try to give my best calming smile, though slivers of a snicker still palpably make their way through, and end up not calming her down at all.
"S-Shirōōōōōōōōōōōō…!" She whines, though accepts my assistance eventually.
I try my best to ignore the… significant scent of arousal emanating from Kippōshi since earlier, thinking she's her own woman and I shouldn't judge or control what she loves and wants to do… if they're within reason. And, in a shocking reality, in this era, this is acceptable, since despite Bontenmaru's childish appearance, she's fully within age of consent, if not outright marriageable owing to her lineage and political position. Kippōshi's eligibility to take this decision is beyond doubt – as she showcases many times when we're together in public – so…
…actually, I'm not sure what I should do, or how I should react.
'Let's just default to attempting to save her, as always.'
If someone has even the slightest desire to be saved and have a better life, then they'll be grateful to me. If not, then I'll just get a telling-off. Both are considerably better than folding my arms and doing nothing, before drowning in self-guilt in the future for my failures, like Shirō Emiya did on occasion.
As Kippōshi's hand still groping Bontenmaru's chest, I take hold of her other empty one, regulating the Od she's sending into the blonde kid's body so it'll travel well alongside the magic healing circle Louíse has set up around her to speed up her recovery.
To me, it's quite the surprising coincidence both these girls' Od and Elements are so compatible with each other despite their opposing origins. Kippōshi's clearly inspired and portrays the image of a Buddhist punisher who, despite her public disdain of the Buddhist temples, purely wants those monks and nuns to stop using their religion to influence politics beyond their natural rights. In my lifetime, it's Nobunaga's inability to justify and popularize his argument and belief which ended up in populist uprising and his untimely death by betrayal.
The person who was supposed deliver the killing blow, meanwhile, is still cheerfully running off somewhere, perhaps to look for my missing wife and gossip again.
Chiyome has been avoiding me ever since both our contingents returned, for some unknown reason. My usual way of directly confronting the problem and sweet-talk my way out of any potential issues is unapplicable owing to time constraints, because I forced myself into this situation right after Danzō and I arrived.
Once again, helping others first and not my loved ones.
Hopefully Jūbei doesn't make things worse. Say what other people want to say, but she's unusually perceptive when the situation demands it, including in being both charismatic and sympathetic at the same time – a crucial trait for a model storybook villain. While I'm confident this girl is anything but that, it's not impossible other people can take advantage of her current self to achieve their goals.
…much like me.
Regardless, now isn't the time to ponder this issue, because the health of an important player in this chessboard we call Nihon is at stake. While the Date Clan is inactive right now, content to waiting away the current chaos in their snow-covered lands, Bontenmaru is supposed to change all that in the era left behind by Kippōshi's death, muddling the waters even further amidst Tokichirō's and Motoyasu's civil war and straining the populace even more.
If I can assist Kippōshi and win her heart so she can at least be loyal to the pure idea of 'Tenka Fubu', if not this red-haired Princess General outright, then the future for the next few decades is secured, enabling us to peacefully expand Nihon's international prestige according to my way, and not how it went in the Proper Human History which solely brought misery and despair to all parties involved.
That said, Bontenmaru's right eye by itself is capable of doing all that… and more, to be honest. I'm not surprised by its connection to Beast VI, but the fact it hasn't tried to take over this girl's body even though they're already compatible with each other. After all, that being has so many fingers in everybody's pies, owing to the Church's proliferation of Christian beliefs… which not-so-coincidentally includes itself. Meaning, it can now appear almost anywhere in the world, instead of a limited area near the Middle East where the religion itself started.
Looking at how Louíse's magic circle is also able to support Kippōshi instead of hindering her is also proof the magic theory is well-received in foreign Textures.
Kippōshi's usual aversion to most things divine is absent right now, and her Od is following the general direction of her internal thoughts, suppressing any negative effects the energy may have when it enters the body of Bontenmaru, someone who is faithful to a religion. Of course, it's clear she fancies this young girl… and the saying 'love conquers all' is perhaps the most apt yet laziest explanation on how this could happen.
In reality, despite its connotation as the Beast of the Apocalypse, it's still worshipped as a 'deity' by most people in the world, which means Kippōshi's [Anti-Divine] Element in her Od should've been poison to both Bontenmaru and Louíse. However, they apparently did find a connection through the Element [Hellfire], which they used to assist Chiyome in her battle with what I could only presume as Kirei Kotomine's distant ancestor, with how much the 'evil priest' vibe was emanating from the girls' description of him.
With my Pure Eyes, I observe every available magic path around me. As expected, Louíse's shines bright white – though the level of her Guardian Spirit is certainly unexpected when I received the report – making the spherical supporting barrier nearly blinding if I choose to focus on it for an extended period of time. Kippōshi, as always, is a mesmerizing mix of varying shades of crimson and black – a touch darker than what I was used to with Mordred, who had more golden touches mixed in.
Danzō, who has been sitting there, silently mulling on things currently unknown to me, is a balanced mix of pure white and jet black, almost identical to my preferred pair of twin blades. Unlike Louíse's stability or Kippōshi's roiling inferno, her magic energy, the buxom kunoichi's feels much sharper and focused, quantifiably smaller in presence than the former two, but incredibly dense. In fact, it nearly feels the same as mine, which has been artificially forged and tempered as [Sword].
Lately, Chiyome's aura has steadily been maturing closer to that of a true dragon, bypassing her ancestor and captive's natural limitation, owing to ingesting quite a bit of my sperm, funnily enough. The other girls don't change much due to them being… well, one person each, but apparently the more Chiyome 'moults', the closer she'll get to the final form befitting of a divine priestess… according to Shuten-sama's unreliable explanation-slash-narration.
From Kusanag-no-Tsurugi's memories, the oni herself is supposed to be able to do the same thing whenever she wanted, as her current form is nothing more than a reduced state to move more efficiently without the support of her Yōkai Realm.
I close my vision, since the information going through the Pure Eyes is getting distracting. No… perhaps my mind is the unstable one, since all I've been doing lately is reminisce more and more like an old man, even though I'm not supposed to carry much emotions from one mission to the next. It won't do if nostalgia and guilt prevent me from making the proper connections whenever and wherever I'm deployed, after all.
It's always more difficult to transfer magic energy to a relative stranger, but simple to do so through a person you've had intimate sex with. Clearly, Kippōshi is the latter, so my Od flows without issue to assist in controlling Bontenmaru's rampaging internal energy… which is the goal in the first place.
There's nothing physically wrong with her, apart from a heightened agitation and lust apparent from the flush on her fair skin owing to Kippōshi's touch. However, it's simply the typical case of overworked Magic Circuits from channelling powers beyond one's complete control. What makes it tricky is simply what Beast VI is, and not the philosophy on how to cure it. Bontenmaru's magic pathways aren't all that unique either; merely her Origins and Elements
In fact, it was trickier to match Shirō Emiya's Magic Circuits with EMIYA's transplanted own than this, because Beast VI's remaining fragmentary powers aren't sentient, unlike that Heroic Spirit limb which had its independence supported by various means.
"Oh, you're nearly finished. I'm glad, then," I say more to Louíse than Kippōshi after checking Bontenmaru's condition several times. Indeed, the violent darkness has calmed down from both suppression and lack of source energy supply, with my arrival coinciding with the halfway mark of the process. "Good job, Kippōshi."
"T-Thanks… I guess…?" She replies unassuredly.
"I think this little one thinks highly of you as well, despite what she may say to your face," I theorize, apparently quite accurately as well considering the surprised look in both Kippōshi's and Louíse's face. "I firmly believe she wholeheartedly embraces you inside – which is why we're having such an easy time dealing with her, unlike what you see with me and my opponents."
A fiercer blush spread across her face. "S-Shirō… U-Umm… I don't mean to be like t-this…"
"What? Having multiple lovers? In fact, isn't someone of your standing more suitable than me? The envious gazes I receive whenever I walk with Chiyome and Danzō, or you and Jūbei, hurts a lot, you know," I say, trying to inject mirth into what's essentially been a sensitive topic recently. "But the people don't look at you like that. So who am I to critique you? I'll just be a hypocrite."
I use my free hand to massage her ever-growing shoulder, which has grown so much in the previous year I can no longer span it with just my fingers alone. Chiyome, on the other hand…
…ah, perhaps I shouldn't delve into too sensitive a topic.
While I find her childish body endearing – since I'm experienced with all types of women and all that – it doesn't mean I can bullishly force my opinion to others, no matter how many years I've conditioned her initially-warped mind to receiving praises instead of ridicule.
Maybe her opponent said some hurtful things? Well, can't do anything about that now because… well, he's dead and all that.
People die when they're killed, alright?
Once Bontenmaru's complexion has taken a turn to the better – that is, apart from the ever-growing moistness to her loins, to the point Louíse is beginning to scrunch her face and wonder what smell is permeating the room right now – I excuse myself from the room, intending to find where Chiyome has been hiding since earlier. Planning on simply following Jūbei's path of 'destruction', I'm surprised when Danzō joins me in leaving.
Then, she stops me once we're out of normal earshot from that room.
"My lord, may I have a word?"
"Ah, Senpai's here!"
"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! S-Stop him, Jūbei-chan!"
Such sounds are waiting for me when I decide to slide this door open, but I've long settled upon my usual behaviour.
That is, just bulldoze my way into sensitive personal problems and wing my way out of it. Alaya doesn't give me this good looks for nothing, and the countless Shirō Emiya and EMIYA making up my current self aren't useless, either. While not all of them were Casanovas in other lives, their experiences with women were all worth learning from – successful or not… and, honestly, whether they lived to tell the tale or simply returned to Alaya or not.
"I'm coming in, girls."
"Nonononononono! S-Shirō! Stay out! I'm serious!" Chiyome's panicked voice yells from within the room, far louder than our first meeting when, obviously, she was literally aiming to kill me. In fact, since our relationship began, I've never heard her raising her voice, faithfully portraying the most perfect wife she's been imagining since she was a kid. "Jūbei-chan! Block him!"
However, I don't hear any response from this wilful kōhai of mine, so I reach out with my hand towards the door-
- Slam!
-but it opened by itself, spread out wide to the point it's creaking and shaking from the force, and I'm presented by Jūbei's wide forehead and grinning face.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Jūbei-chan! H-How could you…!"
That protest is coming out of this giant onigiri-like being made of huddled futon, trembling from either anger or fear, to one corner of the room where it's consistently the coolest spot when we sleep.
"As you can see, Senpai, please assist me in slaying this monster," Jūbei cheekily exclaims, hands now on her hips. She reaches to her back and hands me several crimson ribbons, whispering, "I'll take one side, so let's surprise her!"
"You're evil," I dryly comment, though not before pecking her forehead lovingly as praise. To her credit, she doesn't degenerate into the usual excitable and illogical little girl, but merely blushes lightly and moves out of the way. "What's wrong with her?"
"You'll see."
- Flip!
"Hyauh!"
I should be surprised at hearing such an undignified shriek from Chiyome, but as our sexual life becomes more and more intense lately, it's been coming out more naturally.
With tears in her eyes, she tried to cover most of her body with her limbs, but failing miserably despite the… ahem, lack of things to hide.
"What? You're just molting – it's totally normal, right?"
'HOW CAN THAT BE NORMAL, YOU DOLT?!" She yells at me, but before she can push me off and resume bundling herself into a futon cocoon, I throw the offending item off and pass it to Jūbei. "Hawawawa! D-Don't loooooooooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Lying beside her is a doppelganger… made of thin dried skin.
"What are you so embarrassed about? I've seen you naked in all sorts of ways, right?"
I notice her markings go along with the shed skin, leaving the current Chiyome as spotless as a baby.
"B-But this is a different kind of naked!" She shrieks, tears finally falling from her eyes. "U-Uuu… I-It's like real nakedness, you know?!"
'I don't think there's any difference, though…' I straight-man in my heart, though I'm not that callous to say that out loud. "How is this any different from you in the past? Yes, the cause isn't the same, but the emotions are, right? Shame, embarrassment, and so on… I also think you already know what I'm going to say to console you."
"Mumumumu…" She grumbles, noticing I'm not going to repeat my sweet words over and over again like when we were young. "Guh…! A-At least give me some s-space!"
"Not at all," Jūbei interjects. "Chiyome-san, you're uncharacteristically dishonest today."
- Glomp!
"Take this! I learnt this from Senpai!" She cheerfully jumps in-between us, rubbing her cheeks together with Chiyome's… which ends up with both their foreheads banging against each other, Jūbei's naturally winning owing to its size. "So smooth…"
"H-How can you t-touch me the same way…!" My wife squeaks in disbelief, glaring at me accusingly. "S-Shirō, what have you been doing with her?!"
"Just talking, really," I nonchalantly reply, crouching down to enjoy the view of two girls frolicking with each other better. "Just by imparting my philosophy and thoughts, the movement should be the same… Jūbei's just smart. I'll join in."
"No! Stay away! Jūbei, you too!" She flails her arms around, but in her current mental state, none of her martial skills is available to her, and can't even budge the Princess General away, much less my much heavier and sturdier frame. "Hhhnnnnnggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…!"
Her harrowing cries are soon stifled by the combined mass and heat of Jūbei and me, because while it causes her metabolism to rise – which means more strength and energy – it's futile if she's not in the right state of mind to use it.
Indeed, everything on her has become much smoother, though I also lament the loss of the unique sensation I won't find in any other woman with her. As Jūbei is taking the front and still snuggling her entire, larger body on top of Chiyome, I take the back and bury myself in her familiar scent into her hair and nape, her body palpably trembling in pleasure and ticklishness as we do so.
"N-Nyah…"
Somehow, her purr just now is similar to Kagetora's, though I immediately cast that thought away from my mind. While I find that Princess General physically attractive, I'm interested in her purely in a martial way – more respect and admiration than lust, perhaps. However, much like an eroge protagonist, if she appears in front of me naked, then don't blame me for partaking.
Whoops, I'm erect now, and Chiyome heavily blushes when she feels the tip of my dick poking out from my pants and touching her tailbone.
"Well! I have my quota of hugs fulfilled today!" Jūbei exaggeratedly exhales, standing up with hands on the sides of her hips. "I'll let you two lovely couples spend some private time alone, then!"
I gaze at her meaningfully, silently conveying my thanks for her understanding. As always, she's so intelligent she gives back a similarly-laden smirk, one which flies right over Chiyome's flustered mind, and leaves the room.
Danzō's serious talk earlier is placed aside, as I let my fingers playfully trace my wife's petite outline. She squirms lovingly, letting out some ticklish mewls, but looks up to me with lust-filled eyes once Jūbei's far enough away she feels it's safe to do so.
However, when I approach the now-smooth triangular section of her crotch, I pull away – much to her vocal disappointment – and shift to one side to pick up the… what can only be described as a 'skinsuit' of my wife.
I have to admit, it's a perfect copy of hers, only deflated and rather sad-looking. In the hand, its dryness is apparent in the way it's similar to well-processed leather. I know this is only completed several minutes ago, but perhaps Chiyome is some kind of Mystic Code-producing factory?
"S-Shirō! Put that down! Gimme!" She leaps towards me when she notices me lifting the skin she's so embarrassed of. This time, I have enough of teasing her and allow her to take it back gently, and she hugs it close to her body like some sort of security blanket. "Uuu… S-So embarrassing…"
"Alright… now, honestly, can you tell me how did this happen?" I move closer to her, reverting back to hugging her platonically. "Still, I stand by my – and Jūbei's – opinion it's not really a big deal for us."
"This… This is also the first time for me!" She whines. "Orochi-sama doesn't even respond when I ask him, and that's certainly not due to fatigue! Shutten-sama's not around… and you're not… Ugh… Uwu…"
"There, there," I pat her back, mildly astonished at the rare display of weakness in Chiyome's current age. While this is common around the time we first met, she's matured far more since then. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I know I should give you the freedom to fight, but… can I say 'I should've been there'?"
- …
She spends a few more seconds in silence, not really sobbing, but not calming down, either. Finally, she utters, "No, it's alright."
- Suu… Haa… Suu… Haa…
After several rounds of deep breaths, her body visibly relaxes. "It's my battle, and the transformation risk is mine alone to bear," she explains, looking up to me with her adorably small face. "Perhaps… it's nothing but a safe side-effect of [Divine Apotheosis], because I feel perfectly fine."
"And a sign of growth as well?"
- Munyu.
"A-Ahnnn…" She moans when one of my fingers poke the side of her breast, emphasizing its slight but noticeable increase in volume. "M-Maybe… U-Uhm… A-Am I still beautiful to you?"
"Of course," I declare with a deadpan. "Why do you need to ask?"
"Er… Y-You always said you loved my s-small body… so I thought you like l-little girls…" She twiddles with her index fingers, shyly admitting the misunderstanding which has been plaguing her for years. "B-But now I know! You love everyone regardless of size!"
I feel myself forming a smile, though whether it's a sincere or a bitter one is unknown to me. "Sure… whatever you say, dear."
"You're supposed to agree with me wholeheartedly!"
"Ahahaha…" Chuckling awkwardly, I try to placate my no-longer-petite wife. "Well, what can I say? You're unique; Danzō as well." Thinking about it more, I add, "Kippōshi and Jūbei can be called 'normal' from the outside, yes, but you know as well as me they're oddballs, too. Maybe that's my taste?"
However, instead of returning joy into her eyes, she pouts instead. "So I'm the biggest oddball of them all, huh?"
"I-It's not like that, Chiyome!" I immediately interject, stuttering. Fortunately, I catch her impish smile just in time, leading me to peck her nose. "Oh, you…"
"Ehehe… I learnt from the best." She rapidly turns around and embraces me as usual, unlike her unconfident self just now. New curves and softness make themselves known against me, though still far from even Jūbei's healthy body, but it's a start. "Shirō, why don't check exactly how much I've grown?"
Before she finishes her rhetorical question, I have already thrown her onto the bed.
I don't have all the detailed information, but it seems her transformation into Yamata-no-Orochi awakened a part of her dormant blood, which temporarily disabled her semi-immortality. While that trait is desirable for rulers and sovereigns in the past – and she's not exactly unhappy with it either – it stood in her way of aesthetically improving herself, despite what the people around her constantly tell her.
From what I know, one of Shuten-sama's abilities include one similar to this, though it's something she never uses anymore when she gave me Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, preferring her own Divine Apotheosis and oni form, which is easier to use nowadays compared to the Heian Era when Divine Spirits roamed the land freely. Because Chiyome is specifically an Ibuki-daimyōjin miko, instead of directly with Yamata-no-Orochi, it's a logical match and result.
But… I guess that also warps her sensibilities somewhat, since I have to admit having one's own skin shed so perfectly is another form of nakedness. It's always difficult to envision myself in the shoes of the victim, despite my efforts, so maybe I have to just let this one go. Shelf it until the next time she moults, perhaps. There are species of snakes which eat their own skins, but I guess it'll be tactless to tease Chiyome about this.
"If you're so embarrassed, why leave the evidence behind and not eat it right away? You're a snake, right?"
Yeah, there's no way I can say that. Danzō will find that hilarious, perhaps, only because she's one of the few people I know who have a stomach literally stronger than my Unlimited Blade Works. She often swallows bulls whole, after all. Perhaps I should be more worried about Danzō drooling over Chiyome's skin in the end.
"My lord, it's not often you don't clean up after the act," the buxom kunoichi points out, posing a calm smile to greet me on the rooftop. "While not obvious, to me, it reminds me of some bad memories of those who used my old body in the past."
Noticing her eerily stable tone, I jest, "Well… when it's me, at the very least, do you like it?"
"I love it."
Even her heartfelt declaration could be seen as emotionless to those who doesn't know her well – which unfortunately includes the current generation of the Fūma Clan, I think – to the point her ruse works slightly too well, as proved by her earlier report to me.
However, before I can mull over those problems more, she unexpectedly begins to crawl over to me, her trained body making no sound whatsoever and more silent than a cat, before settling her oversized voluptuous body into my lap. She eyes my reaction calmly, observing much more akin to myself towards swords, which makes me visibly nervous and confused.
- Munyu.
"Spoil me, my lord."
It's a far cry from her usual demure behaviour, when she usually finishes her sentences in affirmative questions or servile exclamations. This time, she deliberately places her overly-soft curves against my seated posture, leaning back so I can feel exactly how well-matched her ass and my hardening cock is through or layer of clothes.
I partially oblige, only wrapping my arms around her tones stomach gently so she won't be able to easily escape if I overstep the mark. A waft of fragrant herbs gently goes into my nostrils, having been carefully measured before being applied to her skin both directly and in baths as part of kunoichi training to prepare their bodies for bedchamber missions at all times. Chiyome's is even more special, since it also mixes in with the glands naturally forming under her markings – more often than not driving me to overdo it whenever we have sex.
It's not a hastily- or deliberately-applied perfume, but more of a constant ritualistic enhancement of one's own excretory organs so their sweat is yet another source of pleasure and not a turn-off. An old-fashioned technique which demeans women's role in society, yet still popularly practiced today owing to its usefulness in pursuing and maintaining a relationship.
This is why kunoichis are able to ensnare men in long periods of time, because this secret method is one-of-a-kind and different from girl to girl, and could be found in no prostitutes or simple kidnappable village girls. Given this advantage, it's still jarring to me they're still so underused – pragmatically, that is – until Chiyome comes along and implements the first proper institution for them, partially for giving them a living and grant them some measure of self-protection.
Danzō, perhaps the first true kunoichi, can be said to be the originator of this technique, but how she applies it now is vastly different when compared to her old body, when Kashin Koji installed what can only be described as injection-based sprays under her faux skin.
She tilts her head upwards – our nearly-similar torso height meant she's just a touch away from actually kissing me – but leans towards my neck and sniffs softly a few times. "It's quite light today. Chiyome-sama's scent, I mean. Did you have something in mind, my lord?"
"To be honest, you."
That's the only counteroffensive I can think of: brutal honesty, as I come under assault of her allure. Normally, I'm quite used to it, but perhaps the recent battles have made me weary. At this proximity, my nasal cavity has automatically turned off its magical perception, or I'll be overwhelmed daily with how fast the girls are growing stronger, resulting in a big hole in my sensory defences right now.
"I am your capable kunoichi. It's already enough for you to spend time listening to my troubles, my lord," she patiently explains. "I have already made preparations, so don't you worry."
I narrow my eyes. "You said that… knowing full well I don't like those words, didn't you?"
Her eyes coyly shift sideways – a new emotion her old body simply wasn't capable of. "Perhaps."
- Gyu.
"Since when have you become sly like that, hm?" I teasingly query, hugging her never-ending softness closer to me. "I don't remember picking up a pure girl like this."
She replies with a sad smile. "Only you and CHiyome-sama ever saw me as anything close to 'pure'."
"But it's true."
"The bereaved families of my victims will beg to differ." Pointing somewhere random in the distance, she adds, "Time does not heal all wounds, my lord."
I reminisce to the words she said when I left Kippōshi and Bontenmaru to simmer in their mutual embarrassments alone.
What pains fighting a necromancer like Kashin Koji the most is the fact we currently can't track which corpses he has in his disposal, nor which one he's aiming at. There are simply too many sacred and forgotten ritual burial grounds in Nihon, filled with great warriors and figures so important they can ascend as Heroic Spirits at any time. It's a skill Otakemaru initially didn't have, and one this avatar of his has specialized in over the years at the expense of combat ability, necessitating him to channel and spend real power from his main body when faced with people of my calibre.
And the latest one he's acquired is the body of Fūma Kōtarō… the first one.
It's no wonder it's enough to stun Danzō and her team momentarily, long enough for this newcomer to escape using his newly-acquired abilities.
Technically speaking, with this one, Kashin Koji never had a body to resuscitate, since according to Danzō, said corpse was disposed of by the necromancer himself as a sign of respect when he died. Many decades ago – more than a century – they 'gave birth' to this lover of mine right here using rudimentary materials and futuristic technique. I'm not privy on what personal relationship the two men had – neither did Danzō, to be honest – so I'm rather confused right now.
Respect. That word usually entails a great weight, especially in this Mystery-rich era when a mere handshake can substitute as a basic geas, easing the growth of politics and economy since everyone is responsible of everything coming out of their mouths. As such, it's difficult for me to imagine even a scum like Kashin Koji betraying his good friend's memory by inserting his soul into Yoshikage's body.
It's pragmatically logical, since there's already a good sacrifice for the Equivalent Exchange right then and there with Yoshikage's noble blood. Additionally, it's very possible the amount of sin building up in that man's spirit from the number of girls he's ruined and killed helped with the process tremendously. The more the body is similar to the soul, the greater the power can be drawn out. This theory is applicable both for forced summoning like the first Fūma Kōtarō or a simple warrior like Jūbei, trying to attain martial enlightenment by being true to herself.
Stroking her smooth exposed upper arm, I ask, "Are you still bothered by him? If so, then please, accept my strength."
In a rare show of hesitation, she lightly bites her lower lip, though her inexperience in showcasing such emotions makes it erotic instead. After waiting for another few seconds, she finally relents. "Then, my lord… Please lead the Named Ones for a while."
I sigh. "Why do you insist on going alone? Isn't it more practical if I go with you? It'll finish sooner, too."
"But what of Nobunaga-sama and Himiko-sama? In this critical period, your presence beside them is ever more important," Danzō protests. "Besides… I won't be alone. This, I promise… no, pledge to you, my beloved lord."
- Chu.
As if trying to bribe me into silence, she takes the opportunity when my guard is down to initiate a kiss.
At first, it's just a chaste touch. However, my arms instinctively tighten around her hips – one near her breasts' underside, one just above her shapely waist – and I capture her protruding tongue suddenly. The instant and unexpected suction causes her to jump lightly, but she soon settles in, enjoying the slow dance I'm initiating and patiently waiting her turn. Moments later, she accepts my momentary pause as a signal and picks up right where we left off, this time with her as the dominant party.
We exchange roles several times in these short few minutes. At some point, I feel her partially-gloved palm brushing the length of my semi-erect cock, still slightly damp from Chiyome's juices and dripping precum already. In return, I only just now realize one of my hands slipping down her clothes, parting her bouncy ass and lightly tracing her blooming bud – itself opening and closing according to her ragged breath and leaking out fake intestinal juices which she usually automatically produces whenever we're getting ready for anal sex.
"Mmph…"
She whimpers into my mouth when I slip my finger in – then two, and finally three when she adjusts her seating position to accommodate the new digit and the angle required to do so. I slip away from our tonguing for a split second, and her reflexive intake of breath coincides perfectly with her bowel movement, sucking in my fingers up to their base joint with a 'plop'.
"Ngh…!"
I let out a minute groan as her thumb firmly massages the underside of my cock head, going from its exposed vein to the lightly-open tip to the neck on the other side. Her other hand goes down as reinforcement, trembling from the pleasure she's deriving from my rhythmic mild gouging and pistoning of her rectum walls into her vaginal nerves. Together, they stroke my shaft with practiced ease, Danzō having downloaded every single available information regarding my weak spots and preferred motions.
Wet sounds reverberate from the rooftop, both of us unsure whether either of us has erected an auditory barrier or not from our mutual lust. One is characteristic of bursting and forming wet vacuum between my fingers and her moist walls, while the other is higher-pitched, typical of soft objects rubbing against each other quickly.
"Puha!" Nearing orgasm, she lightly pushes our bodies away from each other, but it seems she wants something else, so I don't push her over the edge. "Ngha… M-My lord, p-please allow me to…"
I grin menacingly. "Weren't you the one who asked me to spoil you today?"
"Hyah!"
She uncharacteristically squeaks when I lift her body higher, settling her down with her legs split, and push her undergarments aside to reveal a glistening creamy snatch mildly decorated by sparse thin hairs.
I gaze at her from underneath, enjoying the sight of her usually-emotionless face contorting into mild fear and anticipation – the taboo of sullying an innocent princess who know nothing of the world, owing to her normally-taciturn demeanour, is certainly thrilling. A setting befitting her more than any other girl, because of the contrast between expressions.
I dive in.
"My lord! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She sweetly screams when I begin with an overly-strong suction of her burgeoning clitoris, pressing it over the hood while stimulating its underside gently with the tip of one finger, already thrusted halfway inside her pussy without her knowing under the guise of the previous small waves of pleasure. My other hand holds her outer thigh in place, though perhaps it's unnecessary with how she's clutching my head tightly with her fingers and both legs, though she naturally adjusts her power just enough to keep my body in check, since we've done this so many times before.
However, what's quite uncommon is her body's current tenseness, partway between holding back her pleasure from completely losing control and emotional upheaval, bending her upper body all the way to cover nearly my whole back. Her large breasts pressing against it, her figure hunched over and allowing guttural tremors to shake not just her body, but also my own – it's quite a thrilling display if viewed from a short distance away, and not from my own position where I literally can't see anything arousing even with my Pure Eyes owing to my vantage point.
Still, I don't need to see to fully enjoy the sensation of her body.
A kunoichi's natural odour enhancement doesn't only stop at eliminating rancid sweat or humid pits, but also altering how their privates taste and smell. Granted, Danzō isn't the best standard to hold this change to, because she's able to modify her body further with far greater ease owing to both her bodies' constitution – old and new. Lapping up the various juices squirting out of her various bottom holes – urine, vaginal and intestinal fluids – I savour the taste and textures, playfully licking and biting and chewing and sucking and nibbling wherever I please, disregarding Danzō's increasingly frantic pleas and moans.
"Hah… Ph… Nf~ ! Nfh…! Nmm… Nm~ ! Fu-uh… Hah… Hah… Hah… Hah… Fuh~ ! Fuh~ ! Fmh~ ! Hah… Fuh~ Fuh~ Ugh! Ugh… N~ ! Ngh~ !"
Amidst my noisy cunnilingus, I can feel her muffled excited groans vibrating from my back – Danzō apparently feeling rather embarrassed of her loud voice from earlier. Still, her grunts are loud enough to be heard several stories below, so I'm not sure about this trick's effectiveness.
"NNN-OOA~ ! OOH~ ! OOOH~ ! NNOOOOOHHH…!"
Unfortunately, as she orgasms greatly, I don't have the time to enjoy the sight of her voluptuous body twitching somewhat uncontrollably with pleasure and the afterglow, having grown impatient with my cock painfully erect and teased by the combination cold night air and her near-scalding internal juices.
I don't bother lubing my shaft up since Danzō has experience in taking it in dry, much less in her current excited state. Mindlessly, I thrust into her without regard of her discomfort, simply seeking my own heights of pleasure.
She may have shouted loudly right beside my ear, as we've taken a mutual hugging position, her arms thrown around my neck as my own pair circle around her waist to secure our position, but the rush of hot, moist pressure instantly clamping all around my dick. Her larger frame clearly is better suited to handle my far-from-average size when compared to the petite Chiyome or even the prepubescent Kippōshi, swallowing my girth without issue right up to her womb.
Most men she ensnared in the past wouldn't even be able to move past this point, so frozen in place by the desire to enjoy this pleasure forever, despite knowing greater heights awaited if they had the self-control to swing their hips wildly. In her new body, it's even worse for me, since she has all the flexibility to change her internal structure according to my developing fetishes and weak points, unlike Chiyome who essentially only have two transformation modes between her regular vagina and her transformed cloaca. As such, as I develop ever greater resistance to her wiles and charms, so too she evolves herself to mould her body and personality into something even more perfect for me.
We spend the night like that, wrestling to gain the upper hand in our ever-expanding quest to drive the other party insane with pleasure. I quickly realize during our first night together with this new body of hers Danzō's method to do this also leaves a great big weakness: the necessity to shape her internal walls into precisely my shape. While this has changed subtly since then, the fact it's a perfect match – or, to be precise, they're a perfect match – means there are no dull spots inside her to grant her space to compose herself, with every nerve ending and receptor constantly rubbed and prodded and thrusted and slid and gouged into with every movement.
I miss the moment when I cum, the fact only bringing itself to my attention when I feel copious amount of thick liquid pooling underneath us – a mixture of both my semen and her lubricating juices – and making strange splashing noises as our hips smack together again and again, harder than my hammer against malleable metals. My clouded mind registers this is probably due to the fact we're copulating like beasts atop of fragile roof tiles, yet both of our martial training enable us this feat without the smallest cracking of their surfaces. It's this unnatural state which brings out the strange noise – not that I'm complaining.
As she kisses me repeatedly, going upwards from my chest up to my waiting lips, we match both of our orgasm one last time, having grown addicted to it over several years of living and frolicking together.
It's quite fortunate there's no flying animals nearby, or their frightened flurry would've signalled everyone where to look for our chorus of sensual ejaculations.