Under the quiet veil of night, Kirito blended into the dense shadows of the mountain forest, continuing to move deep into the suburban area to gather further secret information regarding enemy forces.
As he passed through a thick forest, he suddenly discovered a large-scale military camp hidden within, where notorious bandits were gathering to eat, drink, and laugh loudly.
Witnessing this scene, Kirito’s mind involuntarily associated with the image of the beautiful, arrogant female leader of the gang whom he had encountered earlier that afternoon at the inn in Sea Fish Castle.
"She uses a spear as her primary weapon, huh... In terms of close-combat skill, it’s not too difficult to suppress her," Kirito silently evaluated in his head.
He decided to quietly circle around to the rear of the camp to scout the terrain. Walking a short distance, he noticed thin smoke rising from an open clearing—it turned out to be a natural open-air hot spring reserved exclusively for high-ranking members within the camp.
Hiding atop the branch of a tall, thickly leaved ancient tree, Kirito cast his gaze downward and was unsurprised to see the female bandit leader soaking and relaxing under the warm water.
Indeed, her appearance was breathtakingly beautiful, possessing an immensely alluring physique with full breasts, her large chest featuring erect pink nipples that looked extremely stimulating amidst the hazy steam.
Beneath the crystal-clear water, her fair, smooth vagina was faintly visible; just a fleeting glance was enough to recognize that she was still an absolute virgin.
"If by chance I’m discovered and pursued by the bandits in this camp, escaping will still be very easy since they are notoriously incompetent in encirclement tactics," Kirito reached out to stroke his chin, dark intentions suddenly sprouting in his mind.
Thinking is doing, he didn’t hesitate to spring downward onto a large boulder right beside the hot spring’s edge, appearing right before her in an arrogant manner.
"Hello there." He raised his hand to wave very casually.
The female leader started violently in panic. Living in turbulent times and frequently confronting assassination attempts, her vigilance was exceptionally high.
In just a split second, she immediately submerged herself into the water, seizing a spear hidden at the bottom of the spring and thrusting a direct, extremely perilous front strike straight toward Kirito.
"Who are you?!"
Kirito nimbly swiveled his body to dodge the spear tip’s trajectory. The moment she swung the spear and stretched her body to attack was also when her large, full breasts shook violently right before his eyes.
Fortunately, Kirito maintained the necessary composure, reaching out to grab tightly onto the spear shaft before she could retaliate.
Not giving the opponent a single second to shout out an alarm, Kirito closed in with lightning speed, hastily stuffing a piece of fabric into her mouth, while using both hands to tightly restrain and pin her soft body down onto the large boulder by the spring bank.
"Mmph... mmph...!" She struggled in vain without managing to emit a single complete sound.
Her large, plump, rounded buttocks pressed forward directly, causing Kirito’s cock underneath to instantly harden violently.
"Damn it, women in this feudal era truly possess curves that are far too alluring."
Kirito brought his hand down to deliver a resounding smack onto her buttocks, leaving a distinct red mark on the smooth skin, its taut, springy elasticity no different from a giant block of jelly.
"Mmph... mmph...!" Her face flushed bright red with both anger and shame, her eyes glaring rigidly and fixedly at him.
"You really are very pretty," Kirito smiled softly as he spoke.
Without hesitating, he hoisted her up onto his shoulder, carrying her away from the hot spring area amidst her feeble resistance.
Utilizing his familiarity with the terrain, Kirito evaded all patrolling squads, stealthily infiltrating the largest, most luxuriously structured building located at the center of the camp.
"Oh, looks like this is your private room."
Kirito pushed the door open to step inside, throwing her straight onto the large, soft bed.
The traditional domestic architecture of ancient Japan possessed a very interesting characteristic: it utilized partitions made of thick oiled paper and special pressed wood to optimize soundproofing capability. In other words, any loud noises generated inside this room would absolutely fail to leak outside even if someone stood right in the hallway.
Thrown onto the bed, she hastily pulled a blanket to cover her naked body, her eyes flashing with utmost fury before throwing a direct punch straight toward Kirito’s face.
Kirito tilted his head to dodge with extreme flexibility, seizing the moment to pin her down onto the mattress. Using one hand, he tightly restrained both her wrists, pulling them backward over her head and pressing them firmly down against the bed.
Casually, he snatched away her night-mask veil, revealing his handsome, sharp face, which left her even more astonished and blushing.
"Bastard, what on earth are you planning to do? Let me go right now!"
Kirito smirked with a teasing chuckle: "You’re very confident thinking you’re stronger than most men in this camp, aren’t you? But honestly, I’ve been training since I was three years old; using just one leg would be enough to take you down."
"Quickly confess your real name."
She bit her lip hard, the provocative anger evoking painful childhood memories.
In the past, in the eyes of everyone in her old clan, she was always viewed as weak because women back then were never valued or granted power.
Precisely for that reason, she had to strive relentlessly, enduring countless sweat- and tear-soaked training sessions to rise up and affirm herself on her own.
Until the age of fourteen, her clan met with disaster, completely annihilated by enemies. She wandered alone in escape amidst a rain of arrows, fortunately rescued by a band of robbers who took her in and raised her.
Even so, the perceptions of those around her regarding her remained entirely unchanged.
Once, her adoptive father stroked her head and laughed heartily:
"Ha ha, I’d love having a daughter anyway; having a child by my side is way more fun."
"You don’t need to participate in those dangerous looting raids with us. Being a woman, just living prettily is the most powerful weapon of all."
Recalling those words, she clenched her teeth tight, frustration surging up to her throat.
"I am not weak! You damn bastards..." She screamed resentfully into Kirito’s face.
Kirito blinked softly, displaying slight surprise at that fierce reaction.
"Are you certain you’re not weak at all?"
Her eyes flashed with a burning fire of hatred as if wanting to scorch everything to ashes: "I’m one hundred percent certain!"
"Your willpower is truly resolute... So what on earth is your name?"
She spoke up resoundingly without a moment of hesitation: "I am Raiden! Raiden Omen!"
Hearing that name, Kirito wore an amused smile. His hand slid downward unceremoniously, slipping through her thigh gap without hesitation to caress directly over her leaking vagina, causing Raiden’s entire body to startle and tremble violently.
"You... what are you doing, you bastard, stop right away...!" She stammered out in unprecedented panic.
"Damn it... why does my strength suddenly drain away completely every single time this damn Shinobi touches my vagina...?" Her consciousness and train of thought were thoroughly tangled.
"Daring to pull lewd tricks on me?! I’ll definitely kill you..."
Kirito smiled even more brightly, teasing: "How’s that? You can’t escape after all. Your mouth speaks loudly about not being weak, but at this very moment, isn’t your entire body completely restrained by me?"
One hand still gripping Raiden’s wrists tightly, Kirito seated himself squarely atop her lower abdomen, leisurely using his free hand to strip away his own garments. His muscular physique with firm, masculine muscles was revealed one by one right before her eyes.
That bold scene left Raiden in extreme panic, her cheeks flushing bright red like ripe tomatoes.
"Wait... wait a minute... What are you trying to do? Don’t tell me you’re planning to... to do that with me?!"
Catching sight of Kirito’s teasing expression and lustful gaze, she finally guessed the opponent’s lewd intention.
Raiden tried to muster every last ounce of remaining strength to brace herself and struggle to break free, but all efforts proved completely futile.
"You bastard! Filthy, despicable wretch... Let me go right this instant!"