Kirito gave a light nod, a flash of sharpness crossing his gaze before he quickly reined it back to his usual calm demeanor, replying with a polite yet authoritative tone:
"I very much look forward to your assistance in the coming period, especially when complex situations arise in the border regions."
Hearing this, Yukino smiled seductively, a smile carrying a magnetic pull that seemed to make the atmosphere inside the carriage carriage settle, growing significantly warmer and more ambiguous. Without the slightest hesitation, she gently stood up, gracefully shifting to sit right beside Kirito’s seat. Before the very eyes of her own husband, her soft, milk-white hands actively reached out, taking hold of Kirito’s hand and pulling it close, directly pressing her large, full breasts against his arm, creating a sensation of numbness-inducing softness.
"I also very much look forward to you caring for and helping us more, young tax official," Yukino spoke in a voice as sweet as honey poured into the ear.
Kirito’s eyes widened slightly, for a moment revealing disbelief at the boldness and somewhat shamelessness of this samurai matron. He hastily turned his head to look at Kazaha, secretly probing the husband’s reaction.
Yet, completely contrary to the defensiveness or jealousy a normal person ought to have, Kazaha threw his head back in a hearty, resounding laugh, slapping his thigh with a sharp smack:
"Hahaha! Lord Kirito, don’t mind it at all! My wife has always had an outgoing personality, always teasing others like that. Just think of it as her way of welcoming a distinguished guest!"
Kirito paused slightly, then snapped his head back to face Yukino. Catching his gaze, Yukino winked playfully, and taking advantage of her husband turning his face away to admire the scenery outside the carriage window, she leaned low, hovering right next to Kirito’s ear, her full lips exhaling warm breath:
"Finally... I’ve found such a young and handsome little hottie..."
Saying that, Yukino pressed her soft body closer and closer against Kirito, using her weight and bodily curves to push him leaning completely back against the carriage wall. Her large, full breasts pressed tightly against Kirito’s chest, creating a direct friction that forced the eighteen-year-old youth to hold his breath. She fluttered her long, curved eyelashes, raising her sparkling, teary eyes to look straight into his face, whispering teasingly:
"What’s wrong? Are you that nervous?"
Even though undercurrents were rising within him and his male instincts were violently stimulated, Kirito still tried to steel himself, forcing his own behavior to appear completely normal, offering a faint smile to mask the fluctuation.
In that brief fraction of a second, the sharp brain of a Shinobi pieced together all the information he had painstakingly gathered since the previous night. It turned out that behind his imposing battlefield exterior, Kazaha was actually a fool in matters of family romance. According to the classified files Kirito had collected, Kazaha’s own elder brother had been assassinated right before his eyes, causing a trauma so severe that Kazaha went completely mad for a full year. After recovering, he displayed exceptional military talent on the battlefield, helping Hian Castle conquer far and wide, but his mind remained deeply scarred. Kazaha understood only one single thing: Yukino was the woman who loved and saved his life, whereas in the complex world of romance, he was completely oblivious and innocently naive, entirely unaware of his wife’s promiscuity or flirtatious antics.
Yukino curled her lips into a meaningful smile, casting an amorous glance and adding:
"It seems our new estate and work area happen to be located very close to your tax collection district, right? What a wonderful coincidence..."
The touch and provocation, overly rapid and pressing, made Kirito—no matter how much he tried to appear cold and calm—ultimately just a teenage boy inexperienced in the ways of the world. His lower body began to experience a strong physiological reaction, hot blood rushing furiously through his body.
Right at that moment, Yukino slid her hand slightly downward. With an extremely natural yet utterly bold movement, her hand skillfully glided to touch straight against Kirito’s lower body, where his penis stood erect and stiff to the point of clearly outlining its shape through the thick garments.
Her hand enveloped the large, long, throbbing mass, her fingers lightly stroking a provocative line. Yukino feigned surprise with a fake expression, lowering her voice to murmur right beside his ear:
"Oh... it really is big and long..."
Kirito jolted, hastily raising a hand to scratch his head, offering an awkward, polite smile to cover up his embarrassment:
"Ha ha... Yes, milady flatters me, it’s just normal..."
He gritted his teeth inwardly, glancing at the woman leaning closely beside him: Truly... Lady Yukino is terrifyingly enthusiastic and proactive.
The lewd teasing right in front of the oblivious husband created an ultimate sinful stimulation, making both Kirito and Yukino gradually lose their restraint. This secretive, furtive sensation, under the invisible patronage of a completely clueless husband, carried an irresistible allure. For Yukino, after years of living in the shadow of a husband who only knew the battlefield and was inept in bedroom matters, she yearned to find a youthful, virile, and compatible man—and the teenage Kirito before her was the absolute perfect target.
While the carriage jostled along its movement, Kirito could no longer resist the temptation, slowly reaching out to stroke along Yukino’s inner thigh. Her skin was snow-white and smooth as jade, brimming with the vitality of a mature woman, making every caress passing through his fingertips carry an extreme aphrodisiac magic.
Not stopping there, Yukino boldly shifted her body, casually sitting right up onto Kirito’s lap, her back turned completely toward Kazaha who was engrossed in admiring the scenery outside the window.
She immediately pressed her pretty face close, taking the initiative to raise her chin and kiss Kirito. Her soft, red, parted lips brushed and parted, allowing her nimble tongue to slide deep inside Kirito’s mouth. The sudden assault made Kirito pause for a beat, but with the intelligence and ultra-fast adaptability of a Shinobi, he instantly joined in.
Within moments, their tongues were tightly entwined like two little snakes mating in the dark. Kirito actively responded, sucking and blending perfectly with his partner.
"Uhm... mm..."
Yukino emitted a small moan deep in her throat, greedily swallowing every drop of Kirito’s saliva in a thoroughly lewd manner. As for Kirito, this was the first time in his life tasting the sweetness of a woman’s saliva; the smooth sensation of swallowing that carnal fluid brought an oddly psychological thrill. The two thus became engrossed in a deep kiss, greedily exchanging saliva and breath with one another.
While their mouths remained entwined, one of Kirito’s hands slid upward, enveloping one of Yukino’s large breasts through the kimono. The soft, full sensation and the weight of the breast filling his palm made him feel as though he were addicted, unconsciously applying force to squeeze in rhythm.
Amazing... Kirito silently praised in intoxicating delight.
Just as the flame of desire was burning fiercely, the clear, resounding shout of the carriage driver from outside pierced through the ambiguous atmosphere:
"We are about to arrive, my lords!"
Hearing the warning signal, Yukino and Kirito snapped out of it in a start. The two hastily broke apart their passionate kiss. As their lips separated, a thin, transparent thread of saliva accidentally stretched between their lips, glistening under the light shining through the carriage window.
Yukino chuckled lewdly. She hastily used her slender fingertip to wipe lightly, snapping the stray thread of saliva and licking her lips. Quick as lightning, she stood up from Kirito’s lap, gracefully sliding over to sit right beside her husband, adjusting her attire as if nothing had happened, while Kazaha casually turned his head back, smiling to welcome the new destination.