Hey, another Senran Kagura fic! It's been a while since I've done one of these, and now I've come back with a full story instead of just a one-shot, featuring everyone's favorite mask-wearing manga artist.
... This was more or less just an excuse for me to write smut whenever I wanted. So I hope you enjoy reading this shamelessness as much as I enjoyed writing it!
"G-Grandfather, I… I want to be an artist."
She was still a young girl when she finally gathered the courage to ask such a question.
It wasn't proper. She understood that much. Being a shinobi was supposed to mean leaving everything behind, including her name and everything that made her a person. But even so, she felt the need to say such an unacceptable thing. The young girl wanted to put an end to her selfish desires, even if it meant facing her adoptive grandfather's clear rejection of her dreams.
But instead of rejection, he smiled and patted her head with a soft look unbefitting of his rough exterior, and gently told her to do as she wished.
"... Huh?"
At first, she felt astonished. It felt as if everything she believed in had been inexplicably wrong. How could a shinobi be allowed to pursue something so selfish and meaningless?
But the realization dawned on her that her dream hadn't been rejected
What else was there to do but follow it?
And follow it she did. The young girl honed her skills every day, even as she worked to become a proper shinobi. And for that, she didn't hesitate to reach out to her adopted sisters, understanding that she wasn't alone.
"Y-Yumi? Can you do some poses for me? I-I can't get this right…"
She sought inspiration from everywhere she could, determined to transform her crude sketches into captivating art.
"Ah, Yozakura! Keep that pose, just for a little while! P-Please!"
Once she began paying attention, she found numerous ways to practice and improve.
"Shiki? I found this pretty dress, s-so if you could just try it out for a bit..."
The young girl wasn't a genius, but she didn't need to be.
"Minori? I know it's boring, but just sit still for a few more minutes... I-I'll give you candy afterwards, really!"
With each passing day, she discovered an increasing number of things worth drawing. As the days turned into years, her hands became more precise, and her mind was able to visualize exactly what she wanted long before her work was done.
But with the passage of years came new discoveries.
"What is this...? Why would Shiki hide manga under her bed? W-Wait, these are..."
She was already a young teen when she had her first interaction with adult doujinshi.
Logically, she understood that it was also art, despite what it depicted. And yet...
"These are... all wrong! The shoulders, the arms, the chest... Why are they so off in so many panels?!"
It was not the contents that scandalized her, but the poor quality riddled with shortcuts.
"If it's like this, then even I could do it better!"
That was her first step into a new world.
As she explored her passions, time didn't stop. The years were neither cruel nor kind, taking her grandfather and allowing her to bloom like a flower with the exact same indifference.
And she continued to hone her skills single-mindedly.
"Yumi, can you let the kimono slip off your shoulder? Just enough that I can barely see— Yeah, like that!"
It was her single-mindedness that allowed her to do things others would hesitate to even think about.
"Alright, so I need Yozakura to get a little bit closer to Shiki... Yes, with them squished up! Just let me sketch this..."
She didn't consider keeping her efforts secret, proud of her skills instead of ashamed.
"N-No, Minori, I don't really need any more references today... Um, alright, maybe a couple more. If you can just take off your clothes and sit over there..."
But the young woman had overlooked a rather simple aspect
Her pursuit of higher skill might have been almost noble in its steadfastness, but as for its side-effects...
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"Finally home…"
Murakumo sighed with relief, closing the door behind her. She wore a completely drenched white coat over a tan sweater, along with a plaid skirt and fur boots. Her hair was also soaked, the brown strands as unfortunate as the rest of her form.
The plastic bag she had been carrying on her shoulder, containing the day's purchases, slipped down to her forearm.
Rain and wind pounded against the other side of the door. For a moment, the young woman closed her eyes and breathed, enjoying the warmth and subtle scent of jasmine that permeated Kurokage's cabin, a far cry from being outside in the storm.
It was far too quiet in the cabin, and usually, at this point either Shiki or Minori would be running up to swarm her with hugs. There wasn't even the smell of Yozakura's cooking, much less any sounds coming from the kitchen.
… Was no one home?
It was likely that they were all busy with their own things, Murakumo reasoned. They all had their own lives and she understood that.
Still, she couldn't help but feel disheartened that nobody was here to greet her.
Taking one final breath, the brunette opened her eyes and stepped away from the wall. She quickly got herself out of her soggy boots and damp coat, hanging the latter up on the coat rack near the door. The last thing she wanted was to upset Yozakura by tracking mud and puddles across the floor.
Murakumo shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself and walked through the central hall of the cabin. She was in desperate need of a hot shower and a towel to dry herself off, lest she be at risk of catching a cold.
She really regretted not packing any heating scrolls. She had been in such a rush to leave that it completely escaped her mind.
Well, she'd simply have to add that to the long list of today's inconveniences. Dealing with the Wolf Conglomerate's increased demands was already awful enough, but of course it had to storm on the day she was finally allowed to return to her real home.
To make matters worse, the workload left her with no opportunities to work on the doujin she had wanted to finish for days. Her adopted 'family' had a highly effective method of ensuring she had minimal time to herself.
Really, it was a bad week for Murakumo overall.
But, it was finally over, and Murakumo still couldn't help but feel relieved, even though nobody was home to greet her as she had hoped.
She wanted to get started on her doujin, but she also felt so tired that she just wanted to sit and relax. Besides, with nobody around, what was she supposed to do about references? She went all the way to an expensive clothing store to buy some costumes, but if nobody was home, then what was she supposed to do with—
"Ah, Murakumo—"
"?!"
Her shinobi instincts took over as the brunette spun around and rushed to strike the invader.
The strike didn't connect as Yumi, wearing a long tan sweater, easily stopped her fist with a single hand
"..."
Well, she could add 'trying to hit Gessen's Elite leader' to the list of things that went wrong today
"Is this a new greeting the Wolf Conglomerate taught you?" Yumi asked with a surprised smile. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it."
"I-I'm so sorry!" As soon as Yumi let go of her hand, Murakumo immediately clapped her own hands together and bowed. "I-I didn't know you were home, but that's still no excuse…!"
"No need to rush to apologize. I'm to blame for surprising you." Yumi's smile turned apologetic as she patted Murakumo's shoulder. "I was meditating in the dojo when I heard you come in. Forgive my carelessness."
"Still, I shouldn't have done that…" Murakumo groaned. "Ah, I've been on so many missions this week. Maybe I've gotten too tense…"
"Then you should relax," Yumi spoke gently as she took one of Murakumo's hands. "Get out of those cold clothes and into a hot shower. I'll brew you some tea in the meantime."
"A-Are you sure?" asked Murakumo. "I don't mind making my own…"
"It's no trouble at all, especially when it involves you," Yumi told her in a reassuring tone. "Besides, Shiki pulled out the kotatsu yesterday, so it'd be such a shame if you didn't get to use it."
Murakumo's eyes lit up.
It was no use. She couldn't resist the kotatsu. Any attempt at resistance was futile at that point.
Yumi giggled at her reaction. "I'll take that as a yes, then. Oh, and since I didn't have the chance to greet you properly…"
"Wha—"
In a second, Yumi had taken Murakumo into a kiss. The brunette's eyes went wide at the sudden sensation and, before she could really savor it, they parted and her leader gave her a soft smile. Murakumo just stood, dumbfounded for a moment.
"The tea will be ready shortly," Yumi said, smoothly turning around and starting to walk away.
Out of instinct alone, Murakumo grabbed Yumi's hand and dragged her back to her side. All her leader did was let out a surprised yelp before the brunette kissed her again, this time much deeper than previous.
"M-Mm… Mm…" Yumi froze in surprise at first, but as their kiss continued, she relaxed and closed her eyes, allowing Murakumo's tongue to explore and caress the inside of her mouth.
Eventually, after nearly a minute, Murakumo and Yumi's lips parted, the two left breathing heavily..
… But the moment lasted for all of five seconds before Murakumo's brain caught up to her.
"I'm sorry!" Once again, Murakumo found herself apologizing to Yumi, her cheeks a deep scarlet. "I-I don't know what came over me!"
"I-It's fine…" Yumi assured her, as flushed as the brunette. "I-It was still a little surprising, though. My heart is pounding so fast…" She put a hand on her chest as if to emphasize that statement and took some deep breaths.
Murakumo wanted to kiss Yumi again right there. However, she stopped that desire as quickly as it came. The last thing she wanted to do was to actually anger her leader because she couldn't keep herself in check.
"I'll, err, go prepare the tea…" With that, the flushed Yumi rushed away to the kitchen.
Murakumo stood silently for a moment, before she brought a hand to her face and groaned.
Honestly, when did she become so stupid?
The steam-filled bathroom enveloped Murakumo as she stepped into the warm, inviting embrace of the hot shower. Droplets of water cascaded down her naked body, tracing a path along her skin. The brunette let out a deep sigh of relief as the hot water enveloped her, gradually releasing the knots of tension that had settled in her muscles.
Murakumo leaned her head back, allowing the warm streams to cascade over her face, easing away the weariness etched in her features. The Wolf Conglomerate, with all its demands and expectations from her, faded into insignificance as she allowed peace to overtake her.
Part of her was almost glad that the others weren't home. Shiki or Minori, sometimes both, would often like to barge in when she was showering to help 'clean' her. Yumi would do no such thing, as she respected Murakumo's privacy and peace.
… Still, Murakumo wouldn't have exactly been against having a companion in the shower with her.
Yumi's delicate touch and soft voice would be a welcome relief for the brunette…
Murakumo bit her lip, crossing her legs as she felt a hot sensation stir within her. She sighed and shook her head, her long hair getting water on the walls and glass.
Fool girl. Now wasn't the time to think about something like that.
Murakumo grabbed a bottle of soap and a loofah. After squirting the substance on the loofah, she rubbed it all over her nude form. Her naked body became coated in the soapy substance, from her large breasts down to her curvaceous hips and supple thighs.
Once she was done washing her body, she repeated the process with her hair, getting her long locks caked in shampoo before she washed it all off.
As soon as she was done, Murakumo turned off the shower and stepped out. The lingering warmth still clung to her skin like a gentle embrace. She found her towel and dried herself off after wiping the foggy mirror. After brushing her hair and tying it up into her usual side ponytail, she clothed herself in a beige robe and stepped out of the shower.
She heard Yumi humming from the kitchen as she exited the bathroom, the other woman likely still brewing the tea. Not wishing to disturb her, Murakumo headed for the living room instead.
The kotatsu was indeed laid out in the center as Yumi had said, next to a mechanical heater and the antique TV Kurokage had owned for ages. Murakumo's bag was resting on top of it, and she sighed in relief, knowing Yumi hadn't looked through it.
Not that she expected Yumi to do something like that, of course. Perhaps she had gotten too used to Minori snooping through her things.
Murakumo stood for a second, glancing down at the kotatsu. It practically beckoned to her, as if begging the tall woman to slink into it and get cozy.
Well, she couldn't simply ignore it, right?
That's how she ended up sliding into the kotatsu, sighing in contentment as its warmth and coziness embraced her. She leaned towards the table, smiled to herself, and let out a relaxed breath.
For a few minutes, Murakumo enjoyed the comfortable silence. It wasn't often that she was able to rest like this.
"I hope you didn't fall asleep. The tea's ready."
As soon as Murakumo heard Yumi's voice, she sat up and thankfully didn't try to punch her this time. Yumi came in with a tray of tea, set it down on the kotatsu, and poured Murakumo a cup. The brunette happily took it and sipped, shivering in delight as the warm, fragrant jasmine tea enveloped her senses.
Yumi sat down on her knees and also took a sip from her cup, though she was mainly looking at Murakumo as she did so.
After finishing her tea, Murakumo set the cup down on a coaster and gave the other woman a satisfied smile. "Your tea is still amazing, Yumi. I feel more relaxed than ever.
Yumi blushed a little. "You flatter me. I'm nothing compared to grandfather, but I'm glad you enjoy it."
"So, is nobody else coming home today?" Murakumo asked, glancing around the living room.
"Sadly, no." Yumi sighed. "Shiki dragged Minori and Yozakura on a shopping trip to Akihabara earlier, but then this storm began. They're going to stay in a hotel until tomorrow when this storm passes." She looked up at Murakumo, apologetic. "I hope you can stay long enough to see them. They've all missed you dearly."
"I hope so too…" Murakumo sighed as she traced the rims of her teacup with her fingers. Hopefully her 'family' wouldn't call her back so soon, but Murakumo braced herself for more things to go wrong. "Though, this has been nice too. We don't spend time together like this often, right?"
Yumi seemed to ponder that, then nodded. "It is nice. Honestly, I wish we could do it more…" Yumi trailed off, paused, then started to blush. "A-Ah, that sounds so selfish. Forget I said anything."
Murakumo stared at Yumi for a second, before she ended up giving the girl a smile.
Honestly, Yumi could be really cute sometimes.
"M-Moving on from that…" Yumi continued, her glance shifting towards the bag on the table. "What did you buy today? I hope it didn't get ruined in the rain…"
"Oh, that!" Murakumo got so caught up in the coziness that she had nearly forgotten. "Well, I wanted to work on a doujin I had in my mind, but I barely had any time for it…" Murakumo sighed. "Not to mention, I've been stuck in the beginning for so long that I needed some inspiration, so I bought a costume… for you."
Murakumo pushed the bag toward Yumi, who looked at it curiously.
"I-If it isn't too much trouble, I want you to wear this so I can get some references." Murakumo tripped on her words a bit. "It'd really put my mind at ease if I got this done as soon as possible, so…"
"You don't even have to ask. I'm always happy to help. Now, let's see…" With a smile, Yumi untied the bag and looked inside.
"..."
"..."
After a few seconds, she looked back up at Murakumo with a blush on her face.
"I-I know it's a bit on the riskier side…" Murakumo acknowledged. "I mean, if you really don't want to, then…"
Yumi took a deep breath, then closed the bag. "W-Well, I already agreed to this, so it'd hardly be proper of me to refuse you now."
Murakumo sat silently in her bedroom, leaning one-handed against a small table as she tapped a pencil against her head. She brought out her sketchbook and laid it out in front of her, its contents waiting to be drawn.
After getting out of the bathrobe, Murakumo had settled for a simple tank top and underwear. Yumi was still busy getting ready in the bathroom, which left the brunette to sit and fiddle a little anxiously as she waited.
The contents for this particular doujin were fairly simple; A married couple was having trouble with their sex lives and the wife was worried that her husband would grow bored of her and find another woman. After taking some advice from her friend, she decides to spice things up in the bedroom with a new lingerie set and surprise him.
The setup was simple, the issue was that Murakumo couldn't think of a good idea of where to go. With no references and constant busy work on her lap all week, the idea had been stuck in limbo until now.
She just hoped she could finish this quickly. She was counting on Yumi a lot.
Despite her own worries, Murakumo slipped into a sense of ease when she was in the comfort of her old room. The small, sterile home the Wolf Conglomerate provided for her could never compare to the memories and warmth that the cabin provided for her.
Plus, all of her stuff was here, while that bland apartment only had the essentials.
Silently, her emerald eyes glanced around her room. Her monitors and drawing tablets were sitting on the wooden desk with an unoccupied chaise, a spot where Murakumo remembered spending many and many hours crafting her doujinshi to perfection.
Her bed was still made and tidy, just as she left it the week prior, next to a large window where the rain still pelted heavily against the glass.
She really should thank Yozakura the next time she sees her. She knew she put in a lot of effort to ensure Minori didn't go through her room and mess with everything, after a certain incident…
"Murky! I, uh, was just looking around and tripped on the plug. But you had it saved, right? Murky…?"
Murakumo sighed just thinking about it.
The bookshelves were tucked away in the corner, still filled with the hundreds of manga volumes that the brunette collected over the years. One shelf, in particular, was dedicated to housing the different ornate masks that once belonged to Kurokage in his youth.
When she looked at it, Murakumo realized she was running out of space.
Should she build a new shelf? Murakumo didn't have a lot of room left as it was. Maybe if she brought some of this to her room in the Wolf Conglomerate's main building… No, she could never reveal this side of herself to them.
… Well, that was a problem for another day.
"Murakumo? I-I'm ready…"
The brunette was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Yumi's voice and the shoji door being opened. Murakumo glanced behind her, seeing Yumi stepping in wearing a white robe. Though the main outfit was covered, the white gloves and leggings were still visible. Her short gray hair was also adorned with two flower ornaments on the left side of her head, while she sported some glossy red lipstick that was unlike her.
Yumi's usual calm and collected demeanor was in stark contrast to how shakily she moved to the center of the room and eventually stood on the opposite side of the table with a deep blush on her face.
In the quietness between them, Murakumo could practically hear her leader's heart beating like a jackhammer.
"Yumi…" Murakumo voiced her concern for her leader. "If you don't want to do this, just tell me. I won't mind…"
Well, she would mind just a little, but Yumi's comfort came before her doujin.
"N-No! It's fine, I just…" Yumi held her arm, glancing away from Murakumo as she let out a sigh. "This type of thing, it feels more suited for Shiki instead of me, b-but I won't back down from new challenges." Yumi closed her eyes, looking wistful. "Grandfather used to teach me to overcome obstacles and roadblocks in my life. Perhaps this is one of them."
Well, Murakumo assumed that the man didn't have this kind of context in mind when he said that, but…
"Just let me know if it's too much for you," The brunette gently reminded her. "Otherwise, if you're ready, take off the robe."
"R-Right…"
Taking a deep breath, Yumi undid the knot holding her robe together, and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall on the tatami mats beneath her feet.
Yumi's outfit was a bridal-themed lingerie set and negligee. The delicate veil of transparent cloth connected to her throat like a choker, cascading down her clavicle and stopping just at the central point of her large bosom, connecting to two snow-white flower-shaped pasties that covered her nipples. The gloves went up past her elbows and the white panties hugged her curvaceous hips without looking too tight, while the garter belt that connected to her thigh-high stockings looked snug against her supple thighs.
"..."
Murakumo thought she already knew how Yumi would look in the outfit, but when she could actually see it for herself…
Yumi looked beautiful, unfairly so. She was positively alluring in that outfit. None of her wildest fantasies could have prepared her for her own reaction seeing her leader dressed like this.
The brunette could feel her heart's beat start to pick up as she stared at her, shifting a little as she started to notice her loins heating up again.
Now that Murakumo thought about it, she didn't make much time for her… other needs this last week. She neglected that little detail and it seemed she was finally suffering for it.
She hoped that wouldn't be an issue.
"Ah…" Yumi's blush deepened as she held one arm, her pale eyes meeting the floor. "It's so strange. I've been naked around all of you countless times, yet wearing this makes me feel so oddly bare…"
Realizing that she was shamelessly ogling Yumi, Murakumo looked away and awkwardly cleared her throat. "D-Do you not like it?"
"I… wouldn't say that…" Yumi muttered, looking back at Murakumo with a bashful expression. "It's just… different. Wearing something so risqué like this, even if it's only in front of you… It all feels so indecent…" Yumi closed her eyes and took another deep breath. "Hah, I feel as though my heart is going to explode out of my chest…"
Well, that made two of them.
"I'll try and sketch this as fast as possible," Murakumo told her in a reassuring tone, picking up her pencil and book as she stood up. "Lay down on my bed for me. On your back."
"O-Okay…"
Yumi did as instructed, sitting down on her bed before she turned and laid right down on her back. Murakumo got close to her, standing right next to her bed as she gave her leader instructions.
"Okay, now lift your right leg up like this… Yeah, like that. Lift your arm up so it's laying next to your head, and move your hand over to your breasts, like this…"
Murakumo bent over to help adjust Yumi's arm so that the forearm was laying nestled in between her considerable chest, while her fingers were grazing against her cheek. Once that was done, Murakumo stood up and stepped back.
"Now I need you to turn your head towards me. Perfect, just like that." Murakumo gazed up at her, as Yumi silently followed her instructions down to the letter. "I was going to ask if you could give me a seductive look, but that might be a little hard for you…"
"J-Just a tad…" Yumi admitted sheepishly. "Hah… Making me pose like this in this outfit… You must be making something truly incredible this time."
It was Murakumo's turn to look sheepish. "I'm sorry, really. Just bear with it for a little longer. I'll get this done as fast as possible."
"I… I didn't say I minded…"
Murakumo paused, looking up from her notebook with wide eyes so she could see Yumi's embarrassed smile and deeply blushed face.
She looked back down, harboring a blush of her own as her heart raced.
"I-I'm going to start sketching now…"
With that, the process truly began.
The bedroom was quiet, save for the sounds of pencils scratching against paper and Yumi's low breathing. Murakumo occasionally looked up to make sure she was getting the proportions right, then looked back down just a second later, confident in her memory and the steadiness of her hand.
Yumi exuded patience, never breaking her posture for even a moment as she watched Murakumo work. The brunette always appreciated her quietness, especially when in contrast to Minori's hyperactivity or Shiki's relentless flirting. It allowed her to focus with a clear mind.
… Well, mostly clear.
"And… done." After minutes of silent sketching, Murakumo sighed in relief as she set down the sketchbook and pen. "Thank you, Yumi. You saved my life and my sanity."
Of course, this was only just the start. Though ideas were running rampant inside of her head, she still needed to make a proper storyboard first. When that was done, everything was left to her computers, but that was still likely to take the rest of the day if Murakumo wanted this finished by the end of the week…
She was already getting a headache just thinking about it. Sighing, she rubbed her temples with both of her hands.
"I'm always happy to help, truly." She heard Yumi say as she shifted from her position. "... Murakumo? Is everything alright?"
Great, now she was making Yumi worry about her. Murakumo put her hands down and looked up, ready to lie and tell her that everything was fine.
She paused.
Given that it was unusually cold and windy outside, it was only natural for Murakumo to bring out a heater or two to combat it. Of course, as a result, it got very hot in her bedroom rather quickly. The brunette was already sweating through her tank top enough for it to dampen and make it see-through.
What Murakumo failed to realize was that it applied to Yumi too. The veil, which was already dangerously opaque, was practically translucent from the sweat on her body, which also gave her skin a glistening sheen.
It didn't help that Murakumo noticed that Yumi's nipples were noticeably stiff underneath the pasties.
With these factors presented before her, Murakumo was left speechless as the gray-haired girl looked at her curiously.
She should say something. This was getting awkward.
"I-I… I… I-It's nothing…" Stammering, an embarrassed Murakumo looked back down at the table with a blush. "U-Um, you can change out of that. I need to start working on the storyboard, so…"
There was a long pause, so long that Murakumo began to wonder if Yumi heard her. The brunette looked up for confirmation, and noticed the gray-haired girls' awfully hesitant gaze upon the discarded robe.
Strange. She seemed eager to get out of that outfit just a moment ago, so why was she…
"I think I'll keep it on for a little while longer," Yumi finally replied, looking towards Murakumo with a smile. "I didn't think it was possible, but… I think I've grown a little attached to this outfit."
Huh?
Murakumo blinked, her open mouth failing to find any words necessary to respond to such a thing.
Noticing her shocked gaze, Yumi giggled, though her own blush hardly went down. "I-Is it that surprising? You of all people would know, I've always fantasized about being a bride. Though I knew it was impossible for me as a shinobi, I couldn't help but dream…" Yumi closed her eyes, pondering with a genuine smile. "Being betrothed, wearing a dress and having a loving husband. It's… romantic."
Of course Murakumo knew that. She remembered when Yumi used to take her and do mock weddings when it was just the two of them, with Murakumo playing the role of the 'husband'.
"But most importantly, y-you…" Yumi blushed, her smile turning embarrassed. "I-It… it felt like you really liked this outfit, s-so I… I-I felt compelled to stay in it…"
Oh.
She was being that shameless?
In an instant, Murakumo covered her face with her hands, her face resembling a tomato as she groaned right into her palms.
Someone just kill her now. Strike her down and wipe her off this mortal plane so she didn't have to deal with this anymore. She'd rather be forced to walk around naked in public than continue to experience this.
All she wanted was a quick sketch so she could start to work on her doujin, but now she was giving Yumi the wrong idea! I-It wasn't like she was against the idea of having sex with Yumi, b-but in a context like this…!
It was like Murakumo was dressing Yumi up just to seduce her!
She needed to clear up this misunderstanding before Yumi got any other ideas—
"Murakumo…?"
"?!"
Hearing Yumi's voice so close to her ear, the brunette jolted and turned. Yumi, who was sitting on the bed just a moment before, was right next to Murakumo on her knees. Her leader looked at her with a concerned expression, and Murakumo had to fight to keep her eyes level with Yumi's, especially in that outfit…!
"... Ever since you've come home, you've been far too tense," Yumi told her tersely. "Has the Wolf Conglomerate been that demanding of you?"
"A-Ah, maybe…" Murakumo averted her gaze, looking anywhere but at her leader.
"You need to relax," Yumi told her in a calm and assuring voice. "And… I think I know how to make that happen."
Murakumo glanced back, taking notice of Yumi's embarrassed smile, and started to flush when she realized what the other woman had in mind.
"Y-You don't have to force yourself…!" Murakumo stammered, her body jolting when Yumi started to get close to her. "I-I need to start my storyboard, so we can't…"
"I already told you before, didn't I?" Murakumo jolted when Yumi ran a gloved hand up her exposed thigh, her cold touch making her shiver. "I don't mind in the slightest, especially when it comes to you."
Despite her own attempt to sound confident, Yumi's face was beat red and Murakumo could practically feel her heart racing with how close she was. It wasn't like her leader to be this daring and forceful, and it was showing.
"Besides," Yumi continued. "Isn't it the wife's job to take care of her husband? Especially when they're clearly under a lot of stress?"
H-Husband? Wait, w-wasn't Yumi getting a little too into this roleplay?!
"Y-Yumi…" Murakumo's attempts at resisting died in her throat as her leader got closer, her breath tickling the nape of her neck as their faces were mere centimeters apart.
This was bad. If Murakumo gave in to this, her doujin would be delayed even further. She couldn't afford anymore distractions, especially not for something as selfish as this! She needed to tell Yumi to stop and—
Yumi leaned in and kissed Murakumo right on the lips.
"?!"
The brunette's eyes went wide as Yumi kissed her, her leader's hand caressing her cheek. Whatever patience she had seemed to have run out completely as, for once, Yumi took charge and didn't even bother to listen to Murakumo's thoughts on the matter.
Murakumo's shock settled down as they continued to kiss, while the woman made no attempts to even try to push her leader off of her. If anything, she leaned back against her arms and allowed Yumi more access. The gray-haired girl took advantage of it as her hand slid down from her cheek to her chest. She squeezed one of her massive mounds, causing Murakumo to moan into Yumi's mouth.
After a few moments, their kiss broke apart. A trail of saliva formed when their lips disconnected and broke apart when they separated. Murakumo and Yumi breathed heavily, their faces in unison a bright scarlet. Yumi's gaze shifted towards Murakumo's chest, and the brunette noticed that her nipples were visibly erect underneath the thin fabric.
If there was any hope of denying her lust, that move had effectively destroyed it.
With that revelation presented before her, her leader gave her a gentle smile and took her hand. "Let's take this… to the bed."
Just like that, Murakumo knew that her doujin was absolutely going to be delayed. In that particular moment, though, she couldn't find it in herself to care.
Yumi guided Murakumo to her bed, where she was placed on the edge. Yumi grabbed the ends of her tank top and pulled it up over Murakumo's head, causing the brunette's large breasts to bounce freely as her leader tossed her top to the side.
Murakumo flushed and instinctively tried to cover her chest with her arm. Yumi grabbed her arm before she could do so, earning her a surprised look while her limb was guided back down.
"You're much more nervous than usual," Her leader pointed out, the gentle tone she was using having a certain effect on Murakumo. "What's the matter?"
"I-It's just…" Murakumo pressed her lips together in a thin line. "I-I'm not used to you being so forceful."
"A-Ah…" Yumi put a hand to her face and looked away, her confident demeanor fading away entirely. "You don't like it? I-I knew this was a bad idea…"
"N-No! I didn't say I… didn't like it…" Murakumo stuttered her way through her words as soon as she noticed Yumi looking downtrodden. "I-It's just… different… but I don't mind a more d-dominant Yumi…" The brunette finished that sentence barely above a whisper, embarrassment getting the best of her.
Yumi looked back at the taller girl, her expression relieved while holding a tinge of amusement at such a proclamation. "W-Well then, just let your wife take care of everything…"
With that statement, her leader leaned in and took Murakumo by the lips again. The brunette shivered when Yumi's cold kisses grazed her again, offering no resistance or surprised noises as her leader made her advance. The awkwardness of the moment faded away as both women gave in to their desire for one another.
Yumi's kisses trailed away from Murakumo's lips, trailing downwards to her chin and reaching her neck. She left faint marks of her glossy red lipstick on Murakumo's skin as goosebumps formed from her cold embrace. Murakumo's embarrassment got the best of her once again as she hid her face behind one hand.
That action did not deter Yumi in the slightest, and she bit her lip once her leader reached her breasts. She fondled the right with a gloved hand and gave the left some love with her lips. Goosebumps formed all along Murakumo's skin as her painfully erect nubs were given special attention. The brunette tried stifling her own moans as Yumi's fingers played with her nipple, but a hot gasp escaped her as soon as she felt Yumi's tongue on its lonely sibling.
Murakumo glanced down, seeing the way Yumi swirled her tongue around her pointing nub before sucking on it akin to a baby. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut a moment later as all of Yumi's advances easily made her hot and bothered.
"Perhaps that's enough teasing," Her leader said gently, letting go of Murakumo's breasts in a way that left her wanting. Lipstick marks were all over her chest. "It'd be cruel of me to keep you in that state, especially when you're like this…"
Murakumo didn't even have to open her eyes to know what she meant, with how her panties were practically stuck to her loins almost as if they were glued. Murakumo hid her face behind her hands again, though she failed to fully hide her blush.
"Just relax…" Yumi told her gently, as she leaned in and whispered into her ear. Murakumo shivered from her being so close, and she couldn't hide just how wet she became hearing her words like that, but the brunette managed to take some deep breaths to steel herself somewhat. "Let me handle everything…~"
Murakumo swallowed, her breathing heavy as Yumi's hand went low. Once they reached inside of her panties, the brunette bit her lip. Her leader gently rubbed her pussy; three gloved fingers pressing against her soft folds. At the same time, Yumi took Murakumo into another kiss. It was deeper than any of the other ones from that day, with Yumi taking an unusually dominant role by sucking on the brunette's tongue and exploring every inch of her mouth.
Yumi moved her fingers slowly, rubbing up-and-down or in small circles, applying just enough pressure for it to feel good and take Murakumo's breath away; buzzing warmth teasing her folds. Her wetness allowed Yumi's hand to move easily. Her leader tended to her with delicacy and grace.
Suddenly, she twisted her hand around and probed Murakumo's pussy lips with his fingertips, pushing two fingers inside her delicate womanhood. At the same time, their lips parted for a moment.
''A-Ahh~'' Murakumo moaned shyly, quivering as Yumi's fingers went inside her – clenching tight around her digits with her insides. Both women looked down as she did so, with her leader smiling and the brunette starting to heave with a red face as her insides became stirred up.
Yumi wiggled her fingers about, scissoring them apart and eliciting a hot gasp from Murakumo's lips. She melted a second later, moaning as Yumi swirled her slender fingers around her pussy, stirring up her wet insides before adding a third finger into the mix, pumping all of them into her sex.
"H-Hahn~!" The deep penetration took her breath away and she moaned and mewled, instinctively spreading her legs apart more so Yumi could do more to her. Her leader looked at her and smiled bashfully, fully understanding Murakumo's silent plea.
Her thumb came down and nursed her clit, rubbing the little nub about and shooting hot bolts of pleasure up Murakumo's stomach. The brunette arched her back and moaned as she inserted her fingers into her over and over again, her palm beginning to slap against her folds. The lewd sound rang in her ears and she shuddered, gasping in labored breaths between horny moans, her mind melting from Yumi's precise and intense movements.
It spoke of the gap in power between them, when Yumi was able to pinpoint and assault her weak points with grace and aplomb, all while Murakumo was left to wriggle helplessly against her attacks. Murakumo quickly found herself realizing that she rather liked this more dominant Yumi, as her mind started to surrender to her pent-up lust.
''Mn, ah... haah...'' Murakumo squirmed about, mewling as Yumi's fingers pumped into her faster. Despite the intensity of her movements, her leader still looked at her caringly and nursed her face with her free hand, caressing her in a way that had Murakumo feeling dizzy.
If there was any doubt that Yumi was fully committed to her role as a wife, it was erased right then and there.
Wet, slick sounds became audible as Yumi moved her fingers about inside of her, her gloves becoming drenched with the brunette's honey. Murakumo quivered from the mind-melting attention, moaning when Yumi twisted her wrist or spread her fingers apart, her technique making her rub all of Murakumo's good spots with unerring accuracy. Murakumo barely managed to peer down over her heaving breasts, catching a glimpse of her glistening folds as Yumi's slender fingers disappeared between them, touching her deepest parts every single time.
Pursing her lips together Murakumo moaned as she tipped her head back – secretly wanting to experience this forever. However Yumi's touch felt far too good; her inner walls quivered from her mere touch and her pelvic muscles tightened up, the need to cum leaving her folds tingling and her large breasts heaving, her breaths becoming gasps as she tried to hold back, to savor the feeling of Yumi's thrusting fingers as she got her off, her wetness audible.
''A-Ah, Ahh... I'm...'' Murakumo trembled as she tried to speak, her legs shaking as she could feel her lust reach a boiling point. Her eyes were wide as her irises shrank in, her breathing becoming quick and shallow as her mind started to blank.
"Let it out~..." Yumi cooed into her ear, in a tone very unlike her. "Let it all out for your wife~..."
"Ha… Haaah… Hiyah~!"
Murakumo's mind went white as she squealed, her inner walls squeezing Yumi's fingers tight. She jerked her pelvis towards her thrusting fingers, gasping as she readily impaled herself upon Yumi's slender fingers and gushed around them, her honey soaking Yumi's gloved arm down to her elbow. Her hips kept buckling as she came, toes curled tight and her hands clenched into fists—
—until with one final gasp Murakumo flopped limply down onto her own bed, her heavy breathing so very loud in her own ears. Her large breasts heaved and bounced about with each lungful of air she took in, nipples perky and sensitive from the arousal rushing through her. Her skin was completely moist with sweat, her body temperature at its highest while her pussy dripped off the remnants of her orgasm.
Yumi looked at Murakumo for a moment, then she looked at the glove that the brunette had unceremoniously stained with her own honey. She still looked at Murakumo caringly with a soft smile, looking the perfect picture of an ideal wife to the panting woman.
… And then a second later that confidence washed away, as her leader brought her hands to her face to hide her radiant blush as she began to shake and look away. "A-Ah… Hah…"
"Y-Yumi…?" Once the brunette's mind started to clear up from the sudden release of her week-long suppressed lust, she gave her leader a questioning look. "What's wrong…?"
"S-Sorry, I just… I got so caught up in the act, a-and now it's crashing down on me…" Yumi's lips quivered as she explained herself, her heart thumping nearly audible. "I-I don't know what came over me. Ugh, my heart is beating so fast…"
So that's what it was. Well, it certainly wasn't surprising. Yumi wasn't the type to play a dominant role, and it shone clearly enough that she likely wasn't going to try that again anytime soon.
… Well, it didn't matter. Despite having just cum, Murakumo was feeling hornier than ever.
There was only one way to fix that.
"Come here…" Murakumo quietly asked Yumi, tugging at her arm as she sat up. "I-I want to kiss you again…"
Yumi's eyes went wide for a moment, seemingly unable to say anything in response to that.
Then her gentle smile came back, and the dress she wore faded away as a result of a ninja art, leaving her just as naked as Murakumo. Yumi then pushed her onto her back as they embraced for another kiss, their bodies rubbing up against each other as they engaged in a deeply passionate kiss.
Murakumo wondered how Kurokage would react, if he knew that this was what they chose to engage in after his passing. Murakumo certainly hadn't planned on this happening with any of her sisters, but it was far too late to do anything about it.
She had paved this path for herself years ago. Intentional or otherwise, this was how things had ended up.
Of course, if Murakumo truly had regretted this, she would have put a stop to it as soon as she realized it, but she simply hadn't.
So, instead of wondering about the past, Murakumo closed her eyes and enjoyed her deep kiss with Yumi as the two women moaned into each other's mouths, any hope of her doujinshi getting finished in a timely manner fading away into a problem for the Murakumo of tomorrow.
I figured it'd be a safe bet to start this off with the most popular character in the series. With that said, I'll come back to this from time to time whenever I'm in the mood. Don't expect regular updates, this is purely out of enjoyment.
And now I shall await for the reviews to come in and sustain me.