A few days later.
Kirito quickly moved through the dense forests to arrive at another large castle according to his designation.
Under the cover of night, he evaded the guards’ surveillance and smoothly infiltrated the audience chamber of the castle lord. Inside, a local lord was waiting. Seeing the graceful dark figure descending from the ceiling, the castle lord expressed extreme astonishment at the martial prowess of the young teenager, but quickly regained his serious expression, signaling him to step closer.
"You are the henchman sent by that old man?" the castle lord spoke in a deep voice, scrutinizing Kirito from head to toe.
"That’s right," Kirito replied concisely, a cold gaze revealing itself from his face-covering cloth. "What is my mission?"
The castle lord stepped forward to spread a strategic map out on the table, his finger pointing firmly at a stronghold in the corner of the map, his voice full of bitterness and hatred:
"At the opposing castle, there is an extremely obnoxious general. He commands an elite army and possesses exceptional military leadership skills that have kept me awake and worried for months. I need you to eliminate him. Bring his head back to me!"
"A talented general and an elite army..." Kirito smirked coldly beneath his mask. "Fine, what is the price?"
"If you pull it off, besides a massive reward, whatever you want I will grant," the castle lord resolved.
"Then wait for good news from me."
Saying that, Kirito’s fleeting figure instantly vanished into space, leaving the castle lord stunned by the terrifying speed.
A few hours later, at the target castle. Despite having fairly strict external defenses, for a master Shinobi like Kirito, they were no different from non-existent. He quietly glided through the long tatami-lined corridors, infiltrating directly into the enemy general’s main bedchamber.
The target lived up to his name as a battle-hardened general; even while resting, his senses were extremely sharp. The moment a faint sound echoed, he instantly bolted upright, reaching for the katana beside his pillow and turning to slash a powerful strike directly toward the dark figure.
Clang!
The harsh sound of clashing metal echoed in the dark. Kirito stepped back half a step to dodge the target’s fierce counterattack.
The enemy general gritted his teeth, holding his stance while shouting loudly: "Who dares to break in here?!"
This fellow acted confidently without shouting loudly to alert those outside.
Without answering, Kirito coldly lunged forward. The two engaged in a flash of several hazardous sword strikes. Even though the enemy general possessed high martial arts skills and fiercely resisted, under the superior speed and sharpness of a professional Shinobi, he quickly exposed an opening.
Kirito dodged a fatal slash, taking the opportunity to slip behind the opponent’s back and swing his blade in a decisive cut across the target’s throat. The talented general clutched his throat and collapsed to the floor, staring blankly at the enemy before drawing his last breath.
As Kirito finished tidying up the traces, rhythmic knocking suddenly echoed from outside.
Knock, knock, knock.
"General... have you rested yet? This concubine has brought hot tea for you."
A sweet, soft voice echoed from the other side of the shoji paper sliding door. Kirito paused, his cold eyes glancing at the corpse on the ground before turning toward the entrance. He quietly retreated into a dark corner, suppressing his entire presence.
The sliding door slowly opened, and a beautiful woman stepped inside. In the dim candlelight, the woman wore a gorgeous deep blue kimono; her traditionally modest attire became even more seductive as the front lapel of her robe parted slightly, splitting deeply and hanging loosely. The soft silk fabric slipped off her slender shoulders, completely exposing both of her snow-white, bare shoulders and her full cleavage, deeply hidden and flickering under the swaying light.
With each step she took, the wide kimono skirt gently fluttered to the rhythm of her footsteps, revealing long legs with fair, plump thighs full of the vitality of a mature woman, making anyone facing her unable to look away.
Her delicate face exuded a gentle, caring expression.
Before she could speak or see her husband’s corpse in the corner, a sturdy hand reached out from behind to tightly cover her mouth, while a cold blade pressed closely against her throat threateningly.
"Mm...!" The woman panicked, her eyes widening in shock, her whole body trembling with fear, the tea tray in her hands nearly dropping to the floor to shatter.
Kirito pressed his back against hers, lowering his voice coldly into her ear: "Shut your mouth, if you don’t want to die right here."
At an extremely close proximity and in that direct body-contact posture, Kirito—a teenager who had just turned eighteen—abruptly paused for a beat.
The intimate distance made him clearly feel the fragrant scent radiating from the woman’s body, along with the extremely hot and full physique of a mature matron, far surpassing anything he had experienced during his years of harsh training.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his instinctive emotions, Kirito coldly tightened the blade slightly, his sharp gaze drilling straight into the trembling woman in his grasp, asking in a low, cold voice:
"What is your name?"
Threatened by the razor-sharp blade pressed against her throat, the woman was so terrified that tears streamed down, her voice trembling as she replied in a whisper:
"I... I am Ayako..."
Kirito glanced briefly at the corpse of her husband still lying motionless in the corner, then turned back to look at her pretty face filled with desperation, the corners of his lips curving into a haughty, faint smirk:
"Good, Ayako. If you want to live... then from now on, obediently serve me."
Seeing her husband’s corpse lying motionless in the corner, alongside the cold, close-range threat, the woman completely collapsed mentally. In a desperate situation with no way out, she had no choice but to nod tremblingly.
"If you dare to scream loudly, you will die, and as an assassin, escaping is an easy matter for me."
Ayako panicked, her complexion turning pale with fear, and she hastily reached out to clutch her throat where the blade was pressed, repeatedly nodding frantically to preserve her life.
"Yes... this concubine swears she won’t dare to cry out, please spare my life, my lord."
Seeing that the other party had completely fallen into a state of submission and no longer dared to harbor any intent of resistance, Kirito then slowly reached up to pull down his pitch-black face-covering cloth, revealing a handsome, sharp face carrying a cold, prematurely experienced look of an eighteen-year-old youth.
His left hand still firmly gripped the shining kunai to threaten her, while his right leg swung up, kicking the bloody corpse of her husband heavily into a dark, secluded corner completely hidden from their view. After clearing away the obstacle, Kirito calmly stepped forward, sitting directly down onto the soft futon mattress in the middle of the room.
"Come here," he commanded concisely, his gaze fixed straight onto the beauty.
In truth, deep beneath that mature and confident command, Kirito was still just a teenager who had just turned eighteen. He had no practical experience whatsoever in matters of men and women or sexual relations; all he knew was dry theory and the instinctive curiosity of a growing boy.
Ayako trembled with every beat, her weak legs with difficulty dragging her steps closer to the edge of the bed. She kept her head down, not daring to directly meet the gaze of the young assassin.
Noticing the awkwardness hidden beneath his authoritative facade, Kirito suddenly stated flatly:
"I don’t know how to do that thing either. You must take responsibility to help me."
Hearing this, Matron Ayako snapped her head up, her pretty eyes widening in profound shock, unable to believe that the person who had just coldly slaughtered her husband had never tasted the flavor of a woman. Looking at Kirito’s face that still retained a hint of childishness, she suddenly understood everything, her initial fear gradually mixing with an indescribable sense of astonishment.
Kirito raised an eyebrow, using the tip of his blade to gently lift her chin, his voice threatening yet carrying undisguised curiosity:
"Serve me well. If you don’t do it to my satisfaction, you already know what your fate will be."
Ayako was so terrified that her heart constricted, hastily nodding frantically:
"Yes... this concubine understands, I will do as you command."
Saying that, she dared not hesitate for another second, immediately kneeling down right between Kirito’s spread legs on the bed. Under the flickering candlelight, the figure of an elegant woman, the wife of a high-ranking general, was now forced to bow her head and kneel before an unfamiliar teenage boy, creating a supreme humiliation yet one full of stimulation.
Ayako trembling reached out with her slender, soft hands to untie the fabric sash and trousers of Kirito. When the last piece of fabric was pulled down, a large, erect, and stiff penis full of the vitality of youth immediately popped out, striking straight into her vision and causing her to catch her breath slightly.
"First... I will use my mouth and hands to help your penis warm up, getting it used to things first," Ayako swallowed a lump of saliva, her trembling voice echoing in the quiet space.
Kirito leaned back against the headboard, his eyes closely observing her every movement with the boundless curiosity of someone first approaching the adult world.
"No need to panic or be stiff, just do as you usually did with your late husband," Kirito instructed calmly.
Upon hearing this, Ayako blushed brightly, so embarrassed that her ears burned hot, but she dared not disobey, only managing a soft reply:
"Yes..."
At this moment, the curiosity in Kirito’s heart grew even stronger. He leaned down to look at the woman kneeling at his feet, asking in a low voice:
"If you teach me all your experiences regarding sexual intercourse, so that I can learn everything, would that be okay?"
Ayako once again looked up at him with a face full of surprise. She truly never expected a cold-blooded assassin to sometimes be as curious and naive as a child in this matter. Even so, she cautiously shook her head lightly, carefully answering:
"That... is actually very difficult. My techniques and experience are all meant for adults... With your current size and body, if we forcefully apply difficult positions right away, your penis definitely won’t be able to take it, making it both painful and easily injured."