Pushing herself to open her heavy lids, blinking away the fuzziness. She slid out of the futon, partially covering the front of her naked body with a quilt. She shuffled forward to the sliding door, opening it. "Father?" She asked sleepily, crooking her head.
"Hah. You never know." Kyouka sighed as her brother left. While he was away, she removes her breastplate. Once Sarutobi was back with her meal, she immediately begins eating. "Mm. Yeah, yeah, you really think that? If they're itching for a fight to the death, they'll wait for me to be a hundred percent. After all, killing a powerful enemy, that isn't at their best is boring and wasteful. However, if they're willing to fight me even if I'm weakened, well, you already know what that means." She said while she stuffed herself with her meal. "Anyway, how have you been?"
A servant enters the room, placing down a plate of beef with chopsticks, and a pitcher of sake, before bowing and exiting. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that you never knew your father. Is your mother still with us?"
He stands in the doorway, looking at her. "I wanted to say goodbye. I may not be here when you leave."
He sits next to her. "Just be careful, okay?" Changing the subject, he says "Oh, you know, domestic bliss." He chuckles. "My eldest is being picked on by some of the local kids. I want to teach him how to defend himself, but I worry that I'll turn out like father and take things too far."
Jian nodded to the servant, 'Thank you very much.' 'Thank you for your kind words, but it was not that bad. I did find two father-figures around town,' Jian told Midori with a whistful smile, 'Yes, at least the last time I was home, she was as healthy as ever. But that was about a year ago now, still... being a prostitute isn't the most dangerous of occupations, so I'm sure she's doing fine.' He looked at her with his strangely pale eyes, 'Who are you to Lord Shintaro, if I may ask, Lady Midori?'
Midori silently raised an eyebrow. Did she go out wearing nothing but a kimono? She wondered as she looked at her sister's naked back. Saying nothing for now she resumed massaging Saeki, gradually going lower, toward her waist. “You are gorgeous, my lady. I'm sure many are envious of your young body and your unblemished skin.” She complimented the younger girl. “Would you like to lie on the bed? It will be more comfortable and it will make it easier to massage you...” She suggested after a moment.
"Why?" A simple question that she had too many answers to. Chitsukiko dropped the quilt before closing the distance between herself and her father. Tired and not yet fully awake, she hugged him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she threw her arms around his neck. "I want to you to stay. Don't leave me again. I... I asked Midori about following along Lord Yakuboo, she said yes. I need to tell you everything that happened when I come back home, just as you asked." She pleaded with him.
"Yeah, yeah." Kyouka replied, before listening to him. "Bullies, eh? Well, as long as you don't force them to undergo advanced military training. I doubt you'd be that bad." The redhead shrugged, "Anyway, I'd offer to deal with them, but I have to leave tomorrow morning. Sooo, unless you know where they live. It'll have to wait until I return." She said in a teasing tone.
"Your compliments are appreciated, though I'd say one person who has no need to be envious would be yourself." She lies on the bed, on her back, revealing her chest.
Senzan clutches her close to him, nestling his face in the crook of her neck. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm off to go kill some ronin elsewhere in the province, some thug who gets his kicks murdering peasants. I'm not leaving this place, not without you. I'll never leave you again." She realises that his lips have pursed, making contact with her neck. He pushes her back gently, just a few inches, and looks at her, all of her. "Never." He leans in and kisses her lips.
"No, I don't need you to murder a bunch of street urchins, now or when you get back." He laughs. "Speaking of when you get back, do you think you'll just have your meeting with the emperor and return, or do you think you'll stay in the capital?"
"Hmph. They wouldn't be the first. After all, do you really think those types of people would pass up the reward i'm offering?" Kyouka replied with a grin, "They'd sometimes challenge me just as I finished a duel. Well, needless to say, they didn't know how to fight. They relied on their numbers, and once they got cut once. They run away." She sighed as she shared her tale. "Anyway, i'm not sure. They might make me stay there, they might allow me to return home, or they might send me back to Santila. Who knows." She shrugged once more.
'It would but only if my claim is true,' Jian smiled at Midori, 'Let's not get ahead of ourselves.' 'Oh,' Jian removed his sword from his belt, and presented it to Midori, 'I am still a bit surprised nobody asked me to relinquish it, but please. I offer my weapon as a gesture of good will. As long as I am your guest, I don't intend to have need of it.' In his hands, Midori saw a sword of distinctly foreign origin. She recognised it as a Dao from the mountainous regions of the Eternal Empire.
"Very well, I accept your sword, and will return it when confirmation comes that you are who you say you are." She takes the weapon. "Well, it's late, so I should be heading off. I hope your time here comes to something good, Jian." She bows again.
“Thank you, my lady.” Midori nodded as she openly ogled her sister. “Please let me know if there's a particular spot you want me to focus on.” She added as she resumed massaging Saeki, starting with her shoulders before quickly going down to her breasts, fondling them and teasing her nipples. After that she moved lower to her stomach for a bit, before moving down to massaging first one leg and then the other, for now avoiding the area between them. As she did all that Midori could feel her own arousal growing and her pussy slowly getting wet. “Is the massage to my lady's liking?” She asked after a few minutes as she pulled away and untied her own kimono, then quickly stripped off everything until she too was completely in the nude.
'I hope so too, Lady Midori,' Jian returned her bow, 'I wish a pleasant night.' When Midori left, Jian sat down to eat and drink, before he disrobed and slipped under the futon, as he turned in for the night.
Everything feels like it's slowing down, his lips closing in on hers, the intensity of his dark eyes burrowing into her core. Her hand tries to push him away, instead, it slides in underneath his robes and caresses his hard chest. Blood rushing to her brain blanks out the sight of her father kissing her, but she can feel everything. Chitsukiko's tongue darts out, tasting him briefly before they part. Lightheaded, she rests her head against him, she can hear his heart beating and her nostrils fill with his scent. Mother, forgive me. "Be safe and come back to me." Something inside her ached and didn't want him to leave yet, another part hoped he did.
