As Kirito moved along the path back to the inner city, a lingering sense of idle regret suddenly swelled within his heart. If he had received the assassination order against Captain Goro while the man was still hiding in his private residence instead of out at the suburban food warehouse, perhaps he would have had the opportunity to infiltrate deep into the bedroom and approach the man’s beautiful wife. That was truly a thoroughly fascinating idea for enjoying the spoils of war in the style of a versatile Shinobi.
Shaking off those wandering thoughts, Kirito continued moving gracefully like a ghost skimming through the quiet night. Before long, he had stealthily broken back into the discreet room of the castle lord’s wife—the woman bearing the charming name Yumeno. Kirito approached the tatami mat closely, bowing and kneeling flat against the cold floor at an extremely respectful angle:
"The mission is accomplished, milady. Please allow Lady Yumeno to proceed with the remaining part."
In truth, Kirito’s nature did not like kneeling in submission to anyone at all. Even when facing the powerful Hian castle lord, he would merely improvise or choose to hang his body upside down from the ceiling like an arrogant bat. Yet the motive and reason why he obediently groveled before Lady Yumeno right now was not out of respect at all, but rather because this low bowing angle provided him with an unbeatable, supreme viewing position.
From a direct low-angle viewpoint looking upward, past the cascading short kimono hem, Lady Yumeno’s entire private zone was laid out crystal-clear before his eyes. The snowy-white, flawless, smooth vulva area, surrounded by naturally pink, completely hairless fleshy labia. The scene was extremely delicate, exquisite, and filled with a breath-takingly provocative stimulation that instantly caused the penis inside Kirito’s garments to stand erect and stiff once again. Not to mention Yumeno’s long legs with their large, milky-white, plump thighs gently crossed over one another. Truly, kneeling down at this moment was no different to him than an occasion to enjoy a rare earthly beauty.
Lady Yumeno calmly nodded, her hand still leisurely lifting a porcelain teacup to take a small sip, her voice uttering with an indifferent tone:
"Very well, you have worked hard. You are dismissed."
Kirito withdrew his longing gaze, bowing before flashing out of the room through the window frame like a dark puff of smoke. Returning to his private room, he quickly changed out of his night attire, neatly packing everything away before honorably returning to his tax estate, pretending as though no life-or-death nocturnal infiltration had ever taken place.
The next morning.
Tax collection work in the southern district proceeded with extreme stability and smoothness under the management of the subordinates. Kirito leisurely strolled around the neighborhood, his unhurried gait acting just like a court official on patrol observing the conditions of the common folk’s lives.
After walking for a while, his footsteps unintentionally drifted toward the large samurai training garrison located right next to the tax headquarters. This place served as a vital base specializing in training troops for Hian Castle with extremely harsh and rigorous exercises.
Upon approaching the main gates, Kirito was immediately drawn by a group of samurai standing guard. They wore ancient armor forged with exquisite craftsmanship, gleaming brightly in the sunlight, radiating an extremely cool and majestic appearance. Seeing Kirito approach, the guards recognized him as the newly appointed tax official and respectfully bowed, though not too deeply, yet enough to show proper respect for an official.
Taking advantage of the detour, Kirito decided to change course and stride directly toward the private estate of the couple Kazaha and Yukino under the guise of making a social call.
The moment he stepped into the spacious courtyard, he caught sight of Kazaha sitting lounge-style eating breakfast beneath the shade of a lush ancient tree. Catching a glimpse of the youth’s silhouette, the military general enthusiastically called out loudly:
"Hey, Kirito! Come over and sit together for some company!"
Kirito smiled as he stepped closer, his gaze swiftly sweeping across the garden to scout out where Lady Yukino might be—his true purpose for visiting this place was precisely to find an opportunity to approach that promiscuous woman.
"Hello Kazaha, good morning." Kirito greeted.
Kazaha smiled brightly, pointing to the empty chair opposite:
"Have you eaten breakfast yet? If not, let me have the servants prepare a portion for you right away?"
Kirito hurriedly waved his hands in refusal:
"No need to be so troublesome, Lord Kazaha, I just ate at home. I was simply passing by today and grew curious to see how the samurai in the camp train."
Hearing this, Kazaha laughed enthusiastically, slapping his thigh with a sharp smack before proposing:
"Hahaha, is that so! How about it, would you like to try stepping down onto the training grounds to practice a bit with my subordinates? Judging by your agile physique, you certainly possess decent physical foundation and strength, don’t you!"
Kirito skillfully offered a polite, awkward smile, reaching out to scratch his head in feigned modesty:
"Haha, you flatter me too much, what combat strength could I possibly have. I only occasionally condition my body a bit for health, but in truth I rarely ever touch swords or blades."
Suddenly Yukino stepped over with a seductive smile, she remained just as alluring with that physique.
She wore flowing, silky long hair of a unique pale red hue, accented by an intricately detailed jeweled hairpin. She wore a noble dark purple kimono, but the design was exceptionally bold and seductive: the front lapels parted deeply and hung loosely, fully exposing her smooth, milk-white bare shoulders and her full, deeply cleft cleavage in a provocative manner. Below, the high-slit skirt revealed fair, plump thighs full of the vitality of youth as she walked.
"Oh, it turns out young Kirito has come to visit? Brother Kazaha... you are truly so thoughtless, leaving a distinguished guest standing and sitting so uncomfortably like this?"
Kazaha paused for a beat, reaching out to scratch his head with a foolish grin. Deep strategies and hidden subtexts in social interactions were things far too complex for a blockheaded military general like him:
"Haha, well... he just arrived, and didn’t complain about anything."
Yukino lightly licked her full lips, her gaze sweeping across Kirito with an amorous and ravenous look like a little kitten spotting a tasty morsel. She reproached her husband:
"Goodness, treating a guest like this simply won’t do."
She glanced at Kazaha, continuing to speak in a coquettish yet purposeful tone:
"It’s almost time for you to head out to the grounds to train the troops, right?"
Kazaha nodded without the slightest suspicion:
"Indeed, I’ll finish eating quickly and head straight out to the camp."
Yukino feigned extreme attentiveness, gently proposing:
"We cannot let our distinguished guest sit out here in the open like this, not even with a single cup of hospitality water. How about I personally escort Lord Kirito inside the house to host him properly. You can go ahead and train your troops with peace of mind later."
She blinked amorously, dropping a hypocritical philosophical line:
"Trivial host duties like this should be handled by a considerate wife like me to be proper."
Kazaha laughed awkwardly, completely incapable of comprehending the deep hidden intentions or the promiscuity lurking behind his wife’s words. He naively nodded:
"Ah... well then, sorry to trouble you with hosting him in my place."
Pressing his advantage, Yukino didn’t bother maintaining any pretenses a second longer. She strode right up beside Kirito, actively pressing her soft body against him, mashing her large, full breasts directly into his arm and face right before Kazaha’s very eyes. Even though the foolish husband was sitting right in front of them, she completely ignored it without a shred of fear.
Kazaha looked up to witness that close-range scene, his eyes widening slightly, yet his simple brain still couldn’t fathom what on earth was happening between the two of them. He hesitated, offering a reminder:
"Hey... Lord Kirito... you are an honored guest..."
Yukino immediately cut in, chirping up with an utterly natural tone:
"Well, Brother Kazaha is the host but busy with obligations and away, so as a wife I naturally have to step in to host his esteemed guest in his place, isn’t that right?"
Saying that, Yukino reached out, taking the initiative to intertwine her slender fingers tightly with Kirito’s hand. The warm, soft sensation transferring through their skin made Kirito draw a deep breath, fully drinking in the sweet, seductive body scent radiating from the woman pressing tightly against him.
Kirito himself curved his lips into a smile filled with amusement at this boldness and proactive behavior bordering on shamelessness. Going along with the flow, he replied:
"Very well, sorry to trouble you, milady."
He turned to Kazaha, flashing a social greeting smile:
"Then Lord Kazaha, please go ahead with your military duties; we can chat another time. Lady Yukino is so overly enthusiastic, I truly feel a bit shy."
Kazaha stupidly nodded like a dolt, completely falling into the romantic trap without the slightest awareness:
"Ah... alright, you two make yourselves at home!"
Just like that, under the ambiguous guidance, Kirito held Yukino’s hand tightly, step by step advancing straight toward their private, secluded house.