Night had fallen.
The Shogun’s residence was in the courtyard of the main bedroom in the inner courtyard.
The light from the candle in the lampstand was faintly bright, comparable to the twilight before sunset.
Only the area with the bedding could be called bright.
The bedding area, which was wider than other places, had people kneeling on it.
What awaited him was not his beautiful wife Kichou, but two young women whose beauty was slightly inferior to hers.
The girl on the left had long, jet-black hair tied into beautiful twin ponytails with a blue headband.
The girl on the right had neatly arranged shoulder-length short hair that was smooth.
These two young and lovely women were none other than the maids brought by Kichou — Hyuga Aoi and Hyuga Rin.
At this moment, the two of them were kneeling nervously on the soft and comfortable white bedding.
They were not wearing their usual kimono-style maid outfits, but rather kimonos with very short hems that barely covered their thighs.
There were no wide sleeves on their arms; instead, they were as transparent as thin gauze, clearly revealing their snow-white and delicate arms.
Other than that, only the pair of snow-white socks the two girls were wearing remained.
The difference was that Aoi was wearing a blue kimono, while Rin was wearing a pink one.
They clearly looked pure and clean, yet in the end, they were wearing ultra-short skirt-like kimonos…
The two of them knelt while slowly swaying.
The innocent two must have had their heads burning with shame at this moment.
And the person who had arranged this scene was…
Yayoi tilted his head slightly.
A soft and fragrant arm stretched out from behind, gently wrapping around his neck, and whispered in his ear with a smile.
“So, husband, are Aoi and Rin this cute?”
“They’re cute.”
Yayoi stroked his chin almost without thinking and smiled while conveying his inner answer.
When facing his inner desires, he was not the type to hide much.
Whether it was Kichou, Aoi, or Rin, they were all rare beauties.
Saying he disliked them or did not appreciate them would simply go against their will.
The two innocent young women from different families felt shame or some other emotion upon hearing such words.
Both of them lowered their heads even further.
“Please…
M-master, please be gentle…”
The two lowered their heads and spoke in trembling voices, unable to hide their shame and anticipation.
Clearly, they had resolved themselves to become the Shogun’s concubines.
In fact, half a year ago, when they stepped into the Shogun’s residence, they had been waiting for this day the entire time.
“Come, my lord.
Show a serious fighting spirit and completely make them yours from body to soul.”
Kichou’s cheerful laughter echoed from behind, boosting his morale.
Yayoi did not hold back either.
He took a step forward and approached the two shy girls who were trying to pull away their hands.
The weather in March was still quite cold, but inside the house it was warm.
In the past, Yayoi had felt that he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.
But now, Yayoi felt that what he was carrying was not only a heavy load, but also the future of the two girls and the heavy responsibility as Shogun.
Sigh, it was tough, but in the end, he was the Shogun.
Yayoi stopped in front of the wide futon.
The two girls trembled visibly, yet neither tried to flee.
Their ultra-short kimonos had ridden up from kneeling, exposing smooth, pale thighs all the way to the very tops.
Aoi’s blue hem barely covered the blue panties underneath; Rin’s pink one was even shorter, the fabric clinging to the swell of her ass.
The transparent gauze sleeves did nothing to hide the way their arms shook.
Kichou’s warm breath tickled Yayoi’s ear.
“Start with Aoi, husband.
She’s been fantasizing about this the longest.”
Yayoi reached out and gently lifted Aoi’s chin.
Her twin ponytails swayed.
Her cheeks were burning crimson.
“Master… …” she whispered, voice cracking.
He leaned in and kissed her softly at first, then deeper, tongue sliding into her mouth.
Aoi whimpered but kissed back clumsily, her inexperience obvious and incredibly arousing.
While they kissed, his hands slid under the short blue kimono, cupping her small, perky breasts through the thin fabric.
Her nipples were already stiff.
He broke the kiss and pushed her gently onto her back on the futon.
The short hem flipped up completely, revealing sky-blue panties already damp at the crotch.
Yayoi hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled them down her long legs, leaving only the white socks.
Her virgin pussy was revealed — plump outer lips, a neat strip of black hair, and pink inner folds already glistening.
“So pretty,” he murmured.
He spread her thighs wide.
Aoi covered her face with both hands but didn’t close her legs.
Yayoi freed his cock — thick, veined, and rock-hard.
He rubbed the swollen head up and down Aoi’s slit, coating himself in her juices.
Aoi peeked through her fingers, eyes wide.
“It’s… so big… Master, it won’t fit…”
“It will.”
He pressed the head against her entrance and pushed.
Aoi’s back arched violently.
“Ah—!
It hurts—!”
The fat head forced her virgin hole open.
A sharp tearing sensation made her cry out as the head popped inside.
A thin trickle of blood mixed with her arousal and ran down her ass.
Yayoi paused, letting her adjust, then pushed deeper, inch by thick inch, until he was fully buried in her tight, spasming cunt.
Tears leaked from Aoi’s eyes, but her walls were already fluttering around him.
Yayoi began to thrust — slow, deep strokes that made wet, obscene sounds every time he bottomed out.
Aoi’s short kimono was bunched up under her breasts.
Her twin ponytails bounced with every impact.
The pain quickly melted into pleasure.
Her moans grew louder, higher.
“Ah—!
Ah—!
Master… it feels strange… but good… deeper—!”
Aoi’s eyes rolled back.
Her first orgasm hit hard — her virgin pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting clear fluid around Yayoi’s pistoning cock.
She screamed, legs shaking violently in her white socks.
Yayoi didn’t stop.
He fucked her through the climax, pounding harder, the futon creaking loudly.
When he felt her second orgasm building, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her freshly deflowered womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.
Pulse after pulse pumped into her until it overflowed, leaking out around his cock in white rivulets.
Aoi collapsed, panting, eyes glassy.
“Master… inside me… so much…”
Yayoi slowly pulled out.
A thick strand of cum and virgin blood connected his cock to her gaping, twitching hole.
Rin had been watching the entire time, knees pressed together, face scarlet.
Her pink short kimono was soaked at the front from her own arousal.
Yayoi turned to her.
She tried to back away but Kichou caught her from behind, hugging her and cupping her small breasts through the transparent sleeves.
“Don’t run, Rin.
It’s your turn to become a woman.”
Yayoi pushed Rin onto her back beside Aoi.
He flipped up the pink hem.
Her panties were pure white and completely drenched.
He tore them off, revealing a smooth, puffy virgin pussy with only a tiny patch of hair.
Her entrance was visibly pulsing.
“Please… be gentle, Master…” Rin whimpered, legs trembling.
Yayoi lined up his still-hard cock — glistening with Aoi’s juices and his own cum — and pushed in.
Rin was even tighter than Aoi.
The head stretched her tiny hole brutally.
She cried out sharply as her hymen tore, fresh blood trickling out.
Yayoi groaned at the incredible tightness and kept pushing until his balls rested against her ass.
Rin’s eyes were wide, tears streaming.
“It’s splitting me—!
Yayoi began to move.
Slow at first, then faster.
The wet, squelching sounds were even louder with Rin.
Her short pink kimono rode up completely, exposing everything.
Her white socks kicked in the air as he fucked her.
After a few minutes Rin’s pain turned to desperate pleasure.
Her hips started lifting to meet his thrusts.
“Ah—!
Ah—!
Master… it feels… amazing… I’m going to break—!”
Rin came with a silent scream, her whole body convulsing, pussy milking Yayoi’s cock in rhythmic spasms.
He lasted only a few more strokes before burying deep and unloading another massive load straight into her womb.
Rin’s belly visibly bulged slightly from the sheer volume of cum.
When he finally pulled out, both girls’ pussies were gaping, red, and leaking thick white cum mixed with virgin blood.
The futon beneath them was a mess of fluids.
But the night was far from over.
Their short kimonos were completely ruined, bunched around their waists or discarded.
Only the white socks remained on their feet.
By the time dawn approached, both Aoi and Rin had been fucked senseless, each having cum more times than they could count.
Their bellies were slightly swollen from multiple creampies.
They lay side by side on the soaked futon, twitching, moaning softly, cum still oozing from their well-used holes.
Kichou cuddled against Yayoi’s chest, smiling contentedly.
“You did well, husband.”
Yayoi stroked her hair, looking at the two thoroughly deflowered girls.
…
…
“Last night was really embarrassing…
but…”
Buried her head in the warm and comfortable bedding, Aoi woke up.
Not only was she slightly tired and her senses numb, but she also felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
This heartfelt satisfaction quickly alleviated the fatigue in her body.
Instinctively, she recalled the wonderful joy of last night.
Her heart pounded as if she had transformed into a celestial being.
In the end, she did not know how long it had lasted, and she fell into a sweet sleep.
She somewhat understood why Kichou was so passionate about moaning every night.
Secretly peeking her face out from under the quilt, Aoi immediately met another pair of pure white eyes.
They were pure white and had a somewhat shy tint.
Rin, who had been standing nearby, had also woken up.
The moment their pure white eyes met, the shy eyes immediately widened with guilt.
After all, last night, the two of them had witnessed each other’s vaguely shy expressions.
Now, suddenly facing each other head-on, it felt as if they had completely exposed their most humiliating parts in public.
They had already seen it, but it was still embarrassing.
“Rin…”
“Hmm?”
From the warm bed, Rin’s muffled voice echoed.
“Are you awake?”
Aoi felt as if she had asked a ridiculous question — was her brain broken?
After saying that, she regretted it a little and looked away.
“…
I’m awake.
How are you feeling?”
Rin broke the silence herself.
“A little tired, but nothing serious.”
Although she was not a powerful ninja, Aoi considered herself quite healthy.
Moreover, the Hyuga clan had trained in martial arts since childhood, so their foundation was solid.
Rin was the same — other than being a little tired, there were no other negative effects.
“As expected…”
“What?”
Hearing Aoi mutter to herself, Rin slightly raised her face.
“Well…
husband is very strong.
When I woke up in the morning, I vaguely looked at him, but there was no sign of fatigue at all.”
Aoi whispered to Rin, as if carefully sharing a secret.
Rin blushed slightly.
“Why are you talking about that?
It’s really embarrassing.”
“It’s fine.
We’re real adults now.
From now on, we’ll probably be working together a lot.”
After sorting out her emotions, Aoi quickly calmed her confused feelings.
Even her embarrassment had faded considerably.
“Adults and…”
“That’s reality.
Alright, let’s get up quickly.
It’s almost nine o’clock.”
Aoi got out of bed, walked to the side, picked up the new ordinary clothes, and put them on.
Rin stood up and got dressed, but judging from her blushing face, she was still shy.
After finishing dressing, the two of them tidied up the messy items in the room.
Last night’s battle had been a bit intense, so the two of them had to spend more time than usual tidying up.
The two left the bedroom and did not see Kichou in the courtyard.
She was probably in the training ground.
Over the past two or three months, Kichou had completely shed her initial depression and lazy appearance, and had been practicing Byakugan and Gentle Fist almost every day.
Sometimes, after finishing official duties or leaving things to Irori, Yayoi would come to the inner courtyard training ground and train together with Kichou.
In contrast, Aoi and Rin did not have a strong desire to become stronger.
Perhaps life in the Shogun’s residence was far too comfortable, and they had forgotten the harsh environment of survival of the fittest.
Even so, Aoi and Rin wished to fulfill their roles.
They might not be able to help Yayoi and Kichou in terms of strength, but they could compensate in other ways.
Although their personalities were different, neither of them was the type to enjoy benefits.
They did not like spending idle days because it felt like a waste of time.
Deep in their hearts, they were diligent women who fit the traditional mainstream, and they wished to find some work there.
…
Konoha Year 1, early April.
(This book uses the Konoha calendar method.
Each country has its own calendar, and the main reason for using the Konoha calendar is to make it easier to identify the timeline.)
At night, the city could be seen inside the Shogun’s residence.
Today, Yayoi did not handle official duties in the main castle as usual.
After waking up in the morning, he left the inner courtyard and headed to the outer palace of the Shogun’s residence, seemingly to take care of some matters.
Around eleven o’clock, he returned to the inner courtyard carrying several items and three pieces of paper stamped with seals.
“Husband, what is this?”
In the corridor outside the bedroom, a gentle breeze was blowing.
The weather in April was still a little chilly, but it was beginning to warm up.
Yayoi called Kichou, Aoi, and Rin.
Seeing the three beautiful faces, his already good mood improved even further.
“These are ninja forehead protectors, along with ninja registration certificates for the three of you.”
Yayoi handed three forehead protectors and three documents to each person respectively.
The three took the forehead protectors and registration documents and flipped through them with interest, as if amused.
After Yayoi’s explanation, they realized that forehead protectors were similar to clan crests and were important identification symbols for distinguishing ninjas from various countries.
Meanwhile, the ninja registration form recorded the ninja’s information.
It also recorded each ninja’s rank and assigned corresponding missions based on that rank.
“This system has already been officially introduced in Konohagakure.
Next, I plan to introduce it in the Night Kingdom as well, so that the country’s ninjas and samurai can be managed more accurately.”
Yayoi took out his own ninja forehead protector.
The strap part was black, and the steel part of the forehead protector was silver-gray, with a simple pattern of red spider lilies drawn with exquisite craftsmanship.
In addition to the ninja forehead protectors, there were naturally corresponding samurai forehead protectors.
The crest of the samurai forehead protectors was the same as that of the ninjas, but the rope was white.
After all, since the Night Kingdom was a country of both ninjas and samurai, the forehead protectors had to identify locations to distinguish between ninjas and samurai. This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.
There were also samurai ranks corresponding to Jonin, Chunin, and Genin, but compared to ninjas, the classification of samurai ranks was relatively complex.
The reason was that in modern times, samurai were no longer the mainstream, and signs of exclusion by ninjas were gradually appearing.
However, only the Night Kingdom was slightly better.
In the ninja world, many countries and samurai had become legends, gradually disappearing from history and losing their influence to compete with ninjas.
“So, am I a Jonin?”
Kichou immediately understood the meaning of Yayoi’s words and at the same time saw the title “Jonin” written on the ninja registration form.
Then she looked at the ninja number column: Ninja Number S-000003.
“This number means I am the third ninja registered in the Night Kingdom?”
Kichou tilted her head, slightly confused.
From the meaning revealed by the ninja number, Kichou understood without any problem.
As the first and second ninjas of the Night Kingdom, it was naturally Yayoi the Shogun and close companions like Irori.
However, although she was the Shogun’s wife, she had joined the Night Kingdom relatively recently.
Compared to that, she felt that Kakuzu, one of Yayoi’s close aides, was more deserving of receiving the third ninja number.
“So, I’m fourth and Rin is fifth?”
Aoi glanced at her own ninja number — S-000004, and Rin was S-000005.
“Shogun-sama, we are all your lovers, so there’s no need to use privileges in such a place, right?”
Kichou teased Yayoi as she returned.
In terms of order of arrival, she, Aoi, and Rin should not have been able to obtain such high numbers.
Now that this was actually happening, it was clear that Yayoi was playing favorites and secretly manipulating things.
“Um…” Yayoi paused for a moment before continuing.
“Numbers starting with S are only for my family centered around me.
They are not for outsiders to use.”
Numbers starting with the remaining letters are for the following ninjas and samurai.
“Heh, is that so?”
After Yayoi’s explanation, Kichou suddenly understood.
At the same time, she also understood why Yayoi had made such a distinction.
Unlike the ninja village leader election system, the Night Kingdom was a monarchy.
The Shogun was both the leader of the nation and the representative of the strongest military power.
In this way, the position of “Shogun” naturally possessed strong hierarchy and had to be distinguished from other positions.
As Yayoi’s official and concubine, regardless of their strength, Kichou and the other two naturally held the closest positions to the Shogun himself, and they also needed to draw a line with others.
Compared to Kichou’s relaxed expression, Aoi and Rin suddenly felt pressure on their bodies.
Yes, they were already Yayoi’s women, not maids here.
In other words, as Yayoi’s concubines, they bore both the responsibilities and obligations of developing the Night Kingdom together with their husband.
But…
could the two of them really do it?
In terms of strength and intelligence, they were not outstanding talents and were filled with anxiety.
“Husband, isn’t this ‘Chunin’ evaluation a bit too high for Rin and me?”
Aoi pointed at the authentication documents.
It stated that she and Rin were ranked as Chunin of the Night Kingdom.
They were the second strongest force after Jonin.
Were they really worthy of such a position?
“Hehe, just like Aoi and Rin, you two don’t know anything.”
Kichou laughed at that moment.
Aoi and Rin looked confused, not understanding what Kichou meant.
Were they misunderstanding something?
Yayoi shook his head helplessly and stepped forward to pat Rin’s head.
Rin shyly lowered her head, her toes barely visible.
“Don’t underestimate yourselves.
Considering your ninja abilities, Aoi and Rin have no problem with the Chunin role.
In fact, many ninjas in the Night Kingdom are quite weak.
70% can only be evaluated as Genin.
If you two take it seriously, you can defeat any of those 70%.”
“Eh?”
Upon hearing Yayoi’s explanation, Aoi and Rin widened their eyes in disbelief.
The ninjas of the Night Kingdom…
were they really that weak?
As far as they knew, their husband was a powerful existence who captured Tailed Beasts.
In his youth, he had overthrown the regimes of two countries and built his own nation from the ruins.
And Irori, who was by her husband’s side, had used Ice Release to instantly freeze an entire sea area.
Such overwhelming power alone might not be enough to deter great nations, but it was an insurmountable barrier for small nations.
“Ninja villages are beginning to appear, but the era of ninja clans has ended…
However, it has not completely ended.
The ninjas under Lord Husband are very strong, especially the weak ones.
This is a flaw caused by the lack of systematic teaching methods.
After promoting chakra refinement techniques, most ninjas in the Night Kingdom rely on personal talent for growth.”
With a witty laugh, Kichou accurately pointed out the Night Kingdom’s greatest flaw.
Yes.
Although Yayoi had generously shared chakra refinement techniques with his subordinates, in the end there was no systematic teaching method, and ninjutsu teaching materials were also very scarce.
In other words, to become a truly powerful ninja, one could only rely on talent.
For example, Kakuzu took several days or more to refine chakra, but she only needed half a day or less.
Many things could be independently inferred and practiced.
Another example was Kurobe.
Although he had no mastery of ninjutsu, he had honed his swordsmanship to the limit through powerful chakra control and external techniques, utilizing his excellent swordsmanship and physical chakra control talents.
Even Yayoi was a genius.
After all, the wandering ninja who took him in was only at the Chunin level.
Once he mastered basic chakra refinement techniques, he should have grown rapidly with his unique chakra.
As for those with average talent…
It was not that Yayoi did not want them to be strong, but it was simply impossible now.
With no systematic textbooks or teaching methods, a lack of excellent educational talent, and other objective or subjective reasons piling up, approximately 70% of the Night Kingdom’s ninja forces were nothing more than cannon fodder to fill the front lines.
Chunin were also extremely rare.
Like Jonin, the Chunin representing the Night Kingdom were also mainly composed of people from ninja backgrounds.
“I-is that so?”
Aoi and Rin looked at each other.
In other words, the two of them were really this strong?
Could they really surpass 70% of the Night Kingdom’s ninjas?
“Yes, you two have activated the Byakugan.
Your foundation in Gentle Fist is solid.
For ordinary Genin, your combat power already exceeds the standard.”
Yayoi sighed and smiled.
This was the true power of Bloodline Limits.
Whether it was the upper or lower limit was difficult to compare unless one was a genius.
In the ninja world, the strength of Bloodline Limits was immense.
As long as the scale was expanded and no major mistakes were made, the family’s future was destined to remain long and strong.
In the Hyuga clan, Aoi and Rin had been nothing more than small pawns to fill the story, but after leaving the Hyuga clan and arriving in the Night Kingdom, those who possessed the Bloodline Limit Byakugan had become respected Chunin!
“So, Aoi, Rin, you two can have a little more confidence here.”
Yayoi sensed that these two girls needed confidence more than ability.
Ability could find an appropriate position as long as the size was right.
And people who lost confidence, no matter how strong they appeared on the surface, were like paper tigers — one poke and they could be broken through.
“Ah, yes, Master.”
Aoi and Rin listened to Yayoi’s gentle encouragement.
After a moment of surprise, their white faces blushed, and their eyes gradually filled with determination.
Before meeting Yayoi, in their clan, they had been bound by strict clan rules and limited by their talents.
Neither their parents nor the elders of other clans had said such warm words to affirm their personality or abilities.
They somewhat understood why Kichou was so inseparable from Yayoi and depended on him so strongly.
“That’s not all.
In bed, you also have to be confident and open like me.”
Suddenly, Kichou laughed teasingly from the side.
“Lady Kichou, what are you suddenly saying!
Stop making such vulgar jokes all the time!”
Aoi and Rin’s faces instantly turned bright red.
In panic, they shouted and hurriedly covered Kichou’s mouth to prevent her from saying embarrassing dirty jokes.
Damn it, quickly return the dignified and beautiful Lady Kichou of the past!
After coming to the Night Kingdom, this Lady Kichou had completely liberated herself.
Finally, Aoi and Rin did not break their stern expressions and began to continuously lecture Kichou.
“A daughter should be frugal at home,”
“As the Shogun’s wife, one must possess dignity and elegance,”
“Luxury leads to corruption; one must learn growth from hardship,” and many other confusing phrases.
The courtyard was instantly enveloped in a joyful atmosphere.