[Benihime x Youko Gaiden] The Crimson Kunoichi & The White Ronin

At the apex of her motions the redhead managed to move once more, not that it seemed necessary. Soon enough the white haired ronin was moving her as well, bending her over the edge of the tub and further plunging into her nether. She'd heard his earlier words and was made further curious by them, she wondered how he would finish their current bout. She was supplied with the answer in the form of a mighty thrust forward which made the man stop against her, the feeling was enough to make her hiccup, but beyond this there was the sensation of his throbbing dick within her as he came to his own finish. She felt a very strange and new sensation then, as she was filled by this man's ejaculate. Her eyes widened as she was accosted by this warming sensation within, one which made her own body react in earnest and allow the continued wave of her current flourish to wash over her person. "Sugei!~ It's so warm!~" she'd never in her life felt anything like this before and though they'd previously agreed to not take this encounter this far, she could hardly complain given how her own body reacted to this. The seizure of her womanhood would stop at some point and her body would come to rest, eventually as her heart thudded in her chest and her head swam with warm and dizzying feeling.

The pumping release of Youko's finish seemed to have its own agenda, as it refused to stop its continuous, hiccuping out-pour for a longer period of time than Youko had ever imagined possible. All the while, he found himself unable to withdraw, even subconsciously attempting to push forward even more with each pump. It wasn't long before Youko's cock was coated in a mixture of its own fluids and Benihime's while still inside the woman. Only when the volcanic orgasm of the ronin came to an end did he find himself able to push away from the redhead, leaving the remainder of his excrement to leak from the loins of both parties as he stumbled back. "Huu... huu... Not exactly what I was expecting," he said, seeming ever the more calm than he had been in any previous moment.

Youko's end seemed to be quite continuous, enough that it leaked from between the pair of them after he finally stopped pushing forward. A smirk came to this young woman's face. And it took a few thundering seconds for her head to clear enough for her to hear his words. All the while her inner most part twitched slightly at the sensation of the man withdrawing from her. She'd honestly never felt anything like this before this moment, and couldn't say she actually minded it, aside from the possible consequences. And those consequences were far from the front of her mind. In fact, it might be more accurate to say she enjoyed it, as much as her casual tasting of this man in the hours prior to this one. "I wasn't expecting it. You weren't expecting it, it seems both get to be surprised today~" the redhead chimed. If she was upset at all, she couldn't find it within herself to express it. Instead she managed to lean forward and release the flow of water from the tub, and after a few moments she even managed to settle in beside this man in the now emptying tub.

Benihime sought pleasure from her partners in various ways all the time. But never did she feel more satisfied than she did at this moment. It was as if her state of contentment matched Youko's in some way. She felt calm, filled and oddly relaxed. Though she'd never felt this level of intensity with anyone else, she doubted she would have felt the same way even if she had. 'I wonder if I was missing out on this,' she wondered experiencing the sensation of Youko's semen leaking from between her folds and it giving her tingles as she settled back into the tub. Her legs weren't feeling the movement from this space immediately, as such she relaxed in place content to allow her eyes to close gently regardless of the actions of the ronin with her. She had an empty bed in her room, but that was too far away, considering the level of satisfaction she now felt.

"Well, you don't seem all too disappointed, so I guess we're golden," Youko said through labored breaths, which were steadily returning to their normal state. Over time, he found himself relaxing into the tub they shared, gazing upon the naked - and now tainted - form of the kunoichi before him. He somehow became lost in the moment, and the next thing he knew, he was waking to the setting sun...

When he finally gathered himself, Youko cleaned up properly to begin his duties of the day. This led him into the main building, where the time of day dictated that he show himself in the dining hall. Lo and behold, dinner time was upon the Daimyou's family. Youko entered the room where the nobles were to be seated, all while being stared down by Tokudaiji Ouetsu himself. "You walk a thin line, Katsuhara. We've not heard from you all day! What if my daughter was attacked!?" the man asked in an apparent outrage. Youko, with a sigh, replied in kind. "Maybe, Toku-jii, someone did come to attack. Let's just entertain the thought that I was fending off assailants all day, yeah?" he asked in rhetoric.

"Golden, huh? Sounds about right, you don't seem disappointed either, Yokkun~" Benihime mentioned as a small yawn escaped her. She hadn't felt properly tired in quite some time. Even so, she allowed herself to rest a bit enjoying the feeling of this man's body beside hers for quite a while longer than was generally necessary for the kind of fleeting interactions she was used to. Irrespective of this, after a healthy bit of sleep, she woke up a while before Youko, exiting the bathroom and preparing for something else. Her physical needs met, she had a job to do, and since she'd gotten a bit of rest she decided the best way to handle this was to cover all bases at once. After getting properly cleaned up she dressed and in her room created a total of three shadow clones. Looking at three versions of herself she assigned herself tasks. All of which would be properly underway by the time Youko made his way to the dining room in the evening.

Here before the Daimyo at the table which was set for nobility was also his daughter. The young woman was dressed in her usual manner and sitting to her father's left hand side a ways down the table. "Otou-sama, please don't be mean to Youko. He's always doing his job," she said knowing full well as long as the man was around she wasn't in any danger. She did wish at the very least, Youko wouldn't always provoke her father into chastising him in such a way. He was making it rather difficult for the girl to convince her father to allow their marriage, but she'd get her way in the end, or so she believed. Surprisingly enough also seated opposite Ouetsu for the first time since being here was his wife, Hiromi. This woman seemed no worse for wear and was all but ready to start the festivities. She normally didn't bother with such things, but her mood and that of her daughter seemed to be greatly improved. So much so, that she'd come down for dinner, instead of having it served in her private quarters. Strangely, Benihime was also here, seemingly because this was where one had to be during this time, for reasons she'd yet to understand. Even so, she did her duty, and made an appearance cutting her eyes to Youko, but saying nothing.

Beyond the point of her appearance in the dining room, another Benihime was busying herself, in Ouetsu's private study. Knowing the Daimyou was busy at dinner. As she had all day and some sleep to consider the Daimyou she realized both, why she was unnerved by him a bit, and the problems she had with the previous assassination attempt which she'd stopped personally. 'Ara, let's find out what he knows about me...' she said as she perused the paper work on his desk and came to her own file among the paperwork. As her eyes scanned the page, she found that he knew nothing of her status as Jinchuuriki and only of her jobs and abilities of protecting others and general assassin work for lower tier clients. He had no real idea of the depths of her skills and she looked on paper as an average jounin, experienced, but not necessarily highly skilled. She smirked reading over this material which barely touched upon any of her real skills, all while one of her observed the dysfunction which was dinner in the Daimyou's Estate.

"See, Toku-jii?" Youko said as a follow-up to Kazumi's statement. "Even when I'm not in plain sight, I'm always... doing something," he concluded. As he walked around to take his place standing behind Kazumi's chair, his eyes fell upon the red-haired Kunoichi in the room briefly. A moment of eye contact ensued, but it was strange to note that he'd sensed the woman's Chakra elsewhere in the house. It had been so recently that even her teleportation technique would not have seen her out of place and into a resting position so quickly, but... that was neither here nor there. Whatever the case was, Youko figured he would find out anything he ever actually needed to know. For now, there was the simple matter of the ongoing dinner meeting which - for the first time since Youko had been working with this family - involved a somewhat rejuvenated Hiromi. Once he was properly positioned behind his charge, Youko took up a relaxed posture and stared down the older woman with all the smugness from their first encounter painting his visage. 'Hoh? What a time to join the dinner table...' he thought. Meanwhile, Ouetsu calmed his own fury long enough to look toward Benihime, as if to portray additional distaste for the ronin's ways through glances alone.

Youko's words to his employer made Benihime's eyes widen. It took everything she had to stifle a chuckle and look completely unfazed by the time Ouetsu was looking towards her. This old man's eyes burned with great fury as he calmed himself. It was more than apparent by his words and actions that he didn't appreciate the ronin's attitude. If Benihime had any question of this, it was more than obvious by that look of distaste on the man's face. Benihime was more than used to this look, but given her own actions it was usually aimed at her. 'Yare yare, he really doesn't like you very much,' she thought. But her eyes betrayed nothing of her thoughts. She simply waited for an order or whatever was to come. She also noted the addition of a certain woman to the dinner table, who was now getting all of the eyes of Youko from behind his charge. Hiromi to her credit looked up and found his eyes on her, and when she shifted her gaze towards her husband, she found the eyes of Benihime as well. 'They are both looking at me... so hard,' she seemed ever so slightly distressed and a bemused expression spread over the face to the Jounin as she considered this seating arrangement. 'I wonder why they sit so far apart. How do they talk with this much distance between them?' she questioned. The young woman herself was used to dinner being a hassle. Hands, bodies, plates, and bowls every where, while children screamed and ran around. This version of her thoughtfully considered the strangeness of this family, even for nobles.

Meanwhile, the other version of the Jounin continued to look around Ouetsu's office. Everything went exactly back into its place, but she came across several things as she looked through the papers here. Properties in transfer to a different family in the area. Gathering places, rallies, times and dates for events she couldn't even begin to piece together. 'What kind of thing are you up to Ouetsu?' she wondered. She'd never seen a legitimate Daimyou so concerned with state affairs. She'd done several of these jobs and most had underlings to handle the day to day. The Daimyou here, seemed to have his hand in everything, and several of his documented purchases and property transfers only made sense if he had another child. 'I guess... I should keep looking...' mused the young woman as she headed towards a different stack of documents, this one about an organization which was being funded by the Daimyou himself. As well as the letters which he sent out to various places requesting high level jounin for his service. Benihime's brow rose as she tried to figure out why this man needed ninja if he had samurai at his disposal. As there were also other documents which procured a great number of extra samurai from the Land of Iron, specifically young men with combat experience.

"Business as usual, I guess. Kazumi is no different, but she's used to the things that happened last night. I wonder how Lady Toku is going to behave... and that kunoichi,' Youko thought. All in all, the previous night had taken a few very interesting turns from the original plan, and it left Youko with a pair of new experiences. Of course, one particular experience served him better than the others - both new and old - but he knew not to let himself get too attached to anything on the path he'd chosen in life. While he was here, though, he planned to take full advantage of everything he had access to, and Ouetsu's wife seemed to be making herself more easily accessible after the previous night. With these thoughts going through his mind, Youko remained steadfast in his position as guard to Kazumi, while servants from the kitchen began carting in parts of the family's dinner for this night.

Benihime continued to watch the table impassively, even as servants began wandering in with carts of food to serve the family before them. While the lady of the house, tried to avoid moments of unnecessary eye contact with either of these young people given her own behavior the night before, Benihime watched the servants. She had a very strange experience the previous night and found herself watching as servants brought in the food. She was looking for any sign of attraction to the male population in general, but to no avail. 'Nope, none of these guys are even remotely attractive. I don't really know what came over me. I was thinking, maybe... just maybe, I might be into guys... but no,' she paused a bit distracted. 'Definitely still into girls...' she mused as one of the female kitchen staff made an appearance before her to serve Ouetsu, which garnered a bit of an extra glance to those darling green eyes and ample bosom. When she was done looking her gaze moved towards Youko, by virtue of watching this woman move, with him in her sights she thought about it more. 'I'd still go again though... weird,' she thought. Normally after having a satisfactory interaction with any individual she cleared herself to do something or rather someone else. At this stage she didn't feel like she was ready to move on yet, in spite of the fact that she'd finished the early morning satisfied beyond what was her norm. 'I might have to talk to her about this... I feel weird,' she thought without thinking about who 'her' was. All the same she continued to guard her charge, while he and his family had their meal. Even with his wife trying hard to avoid eye contact she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her.

Meanwhile, the more information the Benihime within the study received the more confused she became. It seemed like the Land of Silence had a lot of money coming in presently. It was stunning really, the economic upsurge was impressive given that they had no real market except Samurai. What was more, the files of multiple shinobi from several different mainland places were found, but nothing about what happened to them. The redhead soon enough knew, she'd have to go out looking a bit more functionally, and after double checking to make sure not a single page or paper was out of place her body vanished in a puff of smoke. The information she'd gleaned from her romp around the house was then transfered to the two remaining versions of herself, which would leave the one currently observing dinner more than a bit stunned, but at 50 percent of her usual power. 'Yare yare, Machi this mission is almost more than S-rank...' she thought of her secondary reason for being here. She was almost on two S-rank missions by virtue of what she was currently thinking she might end up having to do. But mostly that would depend on what her other clone found out. This one... could be seen walking about the main area of the town. Having moved into the city type area to begin speaking with shop owners and merchants making peaceful conversation as she tried to find out what happened to the other Shinobi who'd come here.

"At least one person I pay here has some damn manners. Suzukou, maybe you would be interested in an extra job?" spoke the Daimyou. In response to these words, Youko broke his gaze toward Hiromi, sending it in Ouetsu's direction only for the sake of granting a retort. "You get what you pay for, Toku-jii... and you don't pay me at all." This rebuttal garnered a scoff from the elderly male. He took these words as an amount of disrespect no individual had ever brought before him. "Silence, boy! You were paid in the skills you were given in the Land of Iron! You still draw payment in the form of my kindness for allowing a whelp like yourself to be in the company of my daughter, and even my wife now that she shows herself at this table!"

"Oh, how could I forget!? What a rude boy I've been," Youko said, turning his attention back to Hiromi whilst bowing. It seemed he didn't care much for the words of Ouetsu, but he thought to spite the man by speaking the following to the lady of the house. "What a pleasure it is to meet you, Tokudaiji-dono. Please, allow me to officially extend all of my services to you. Rest assured, I will spare no... pleasantries, so long as you are accepting of my offer," he said, raising his head enough to wink at the woman outside of Ouetsu's field of vision.

Benihime had busied herself watching the moving bodies of the servant and deciding that this green eyed kitchen woman would likely be on her list of people to chat with a bit later. But before she could even properly cement this as an idea, her eyes widened, why Ouetsu felt the need to bring her into his rage against Youko, she could only hazard a guess at. 'I wonder if he is trying to pit us against each other... how much should I play along with such a thing?' she wondered but aloud she had something entirely different to say. "How nice of you to think of me, Tokudaiji-sama. If you have an extra job for me, just let me know, at your leisure~" the young woman responded seeming not to care one way or another, but thinking it would be for the best if this man suspected nothing of her other dealings around. The redhead found it odd that the Daimyou thought to mention her directly in such a space, but figured it was likely just to press Youko's buttons, something she noticed he did an awful lot.

That being said, it seemed Youko had plenty of sass left for the Daimyou, in particular he sought to use the man's wife and though to most his words would likely just seem a bit respectful, all the women in the room knew he was flirting in an outrageous manner. This was an especially telling sign to Benihime and Hiromi as the white haired man used the words this woman had spoken to him upon her exit from the redhead's room in the wee hours of the morning. 'Ara, I thought he was an outrageous flirt on purpose, but it's almost like he can't help himself~' Benihime thought a knowing smirk spreading across her face. Hiromi to her credit managed to suppress the surprise in her face. Obviously, she was quite used to these formal affairs and being greeted this way by servants of all sorts, the only difference in this moment, being that she knew the servant in question rather intimately. A blush came to this older woman's face as she turned her head after catching view of his wink and processed his words. "You've hardly been rude at all. There isn't any need to fuss over me," she said. All the while Kazumi looked at her mother with narrowed eyes. She recognized Youko to be flirting, but her mother's reaction to it, was quite unusual for a married woman. The young girl became huffy at her plate and honestly seemed a bit jealous. Benihime watched this young woman's reaction, but couldn't really place it. She didn't have enough time around this young woman to know what her angle was, and wondered if she was a bit more attached to the attention of the white haired man than he was aware of. "Also it's nice to see both of you, Onee-chan, Kazumi-chan,~" she mentioned with the same bit of respectfulness she always had, but being rather obvious that she'd already met both of these women as she knew it would be no problem, given Ouetsu's obvious favoritism of her.

While dinner carried on in hilarious fashion, the other half of Benihime's person in the form of a shadow clone, found herself talking to a shop owner who was apparently selling scrolls and other such items. Benihime bought them without care, but recognized some of the materials as ones belonging to various other ninja villages not her own. Special markings denoted this, but she could only tell that because of her own affiliation. "Onee-chan has such a good stock, I figured I'd be out of luck looking for things like this in a land without many shinobi around~" the young woman said which made the shop keeper laugh. "Onee-chan? What a sweet girl, actually we have a lot of ninja pass though here, not many hang around though. I can't say I've seen any more than once. Afterwards I started getting pretty regular shipments of things, it's pretty nice, I get a very discounted rate and I get to sell wholesale." the shop keep mentioned which made Benihime smile but her head was currently processing this information in a very negative way. 'Hunter-nin gear, scrolls from the Konoha, weapons made in Iwa... every other ninja that has passed through this place has died, had their gear stripped and it's being sold to the next person to visit. This is getting really suspicious...' she thought, but she didn't do anything else. Instead she smiled at the shop owner and nodded. "Arigatou Onee-chan~ I'll be back to restock sometime, and maybe, we could watch the sunset together next time?" she posed the question which made the woman blush but then left without a bit of fuss. A few seconds later she was hidden behind a building sealing the evidence away within a scroll and which linked to the ones she'd so recently created which would leave the materials within her bedroom before this version of her also disappeared in a cloud of smoke. This would of course return the woman within the Daimyou's Palace to her full strength.

"Oh no, I insist!" Youko demanded in response to Hiromi. "A whelp such as myself should show the proper respect, especially to the lady of the house. Please, accept my most humble apology. I only hope you will now allow me to be of service to you, just as I have been of service to your lovely daughter. It is the only way I can think to truly repay the debt I owe for Toku-jii letting me draw breath on a daily basis." These words spoken by Youko were a direct affront to Ouetsu in many ways, and many of those ways were completely lost to the Daimyou himself. Still, he took great offense to the way Youko spoke, yet he was inattentive enough to his wife to have her reactions go unseen... for the most part. Hiromi was behaving quite oddly for these interactions with a stranger, whom he had nary a positive thing to say about, but more importantly at the moment was the blatant disrespect this boy offered. "I will tolerate no more of this. Katsuhara, if not for my daughter's favor, I'd have seen you executed ages ago! No longer will I tolerate this speech of yours interrupting my family's dinner! Any more of this, and Suzukou will have your job soon enough!"

Benihime received the full breadth of information discovered by her clone, and stood behind the Daimyou pinching her nose with her index and forefinger and she processed it. She knew for certain at least one thing was very wrong within this place and that all of the comrades she'd come to check up on, were officially to be moved to a list of deceased individuals instead of the missing-in-action roster they were currently part of. Still there was much to process and put together, all while she witnessed the travesty which was this very strange dinner. 'Ugh, multiple countries' shinobi all dead. Daimyou still requesting more. A country in the middle of an economic boom with no explanation as to why. A leader who is clearly too involved in state affairs, placating his daughter, and ignoring his wife. What is likely a bastard child somewhere out in the city, and... someone who is trying to set me up against this guy I probably shouldn't actually be fighting ever,' she thought absently her hand moving from the bridge of her nose to the back of her head. She wished to pace and continue thinking, but couldn't given the current situation. This was turning out to be a lot more work than she'd initially intended to do. That being said, she supposed she was doing solid favors for multiple countries looking into this matter.

Beyond all this, there was Youko, still speaking to the Daimyou's wife, and once again using someone's words against them, but this time it was the words of the Daimyou himself which got tossed into the general speech. The wife of the Daimyou looked towards the young man with wide eyes and wondered how he managed to get away with such impudence all the time. "If you insist, it would be quite rude otherwise," she said towards Youko before aiming to placate her husband more than a little. "Dear he doesn't seem terribly rude to me, though I understand your need for less speech at dinner..." she managed looking towards the redhead after speaking. "Also, it is nice to see you as well, Hime-chan," she said speaking to the young girl with a level of familiarity which made the woman's daughter look at her with her brows drawn together. "Okaa-san, I didn't know you bothered speaking to anyone anymore. Much less someone Otou-sama hired as a guard," she managed still seeming quite fussy as she picked over her food. This young girl's attitude towards Benihime had gotten no lighter, still she managed a nod in the girl's direction which she supposed was about what she could expect given the man at the table had just threatened to remove her favorite guard from her service. "While preparing for her duties around here, Hime-chan happened upon me and was kind enough to introduce herself," she said as if it was the clearest point in the world. "It isn't my fault you seem to require your own guards attention so much that he's rarely seen by anyone else..." the woman mentioned which made her daughter narrow her eyes. Suddenly this dinner had become rather tense as if hidden sparks were flying between mother and daughter. 'Hm, does Kazumi know, or is she just mad because Yokkun was being... flirty?' Benihime managed to wonder. She now fully understood why the white haired man had advised against too much time spent within this dwelling. Some kind of strange not obvious argument seemed to be on the horizon between mother and daughter.

"Ahh gomen, gomen! I'd hate to be replaced in a job that doesn't pay me at all. Give it up, Toku-jii! I'm sworn to this, and I'd see the end of your orders a lot sooner than you'd manage to have my head," he said with blatant disregard to whatever abilities Ouetsu had to deal with him. Ouetsu himself grimaced into his plate, finding Youko to be more unbearable by the moment, but knowing deep within the recesses of his own mind that he could not do away with the ronin so easily. It was for this fact, as well as the fact that he'd never hear the end of it from his daughter, that Ouetsu had yet to eliminate the white-haired male. Regardless of Ouetsu's issues, Youko was quite entertained by the goings-on. There seemed to be a very hefty amount of tension in the room from this family's women, and Youko didn't yet know whether to blame the nature of Kazumi, or the brief change in Hiromi's lifestyle. Perhaps he would be able to find out for certain which thing was the cause of this, or maybe both were true. Whatever the case, he felt as if a full-fledged argument was not far away. "Well then..." he interjected, clearing his throat between clauses. "Speaking of attention, I think it's about time I stepped out and did my part to secure the area. Is taking some of the workload off your own personal hire enough for me to keep my precious job, Toku-jii?" Youko offered this query as he walked toward the exit of the room, but no answer came from Ouetsu. No, instead he allowed the white-haired lad to exit the dining hall of his own volition, thinking it best to avoid further discussion altogether.

The raised tension level in this room had the redhead staring with an impassive face. She found herself rubbing the back of her head and struggling against her desire to move and pace. The out she would have taken to this madness was soon enough captured by Youko himself who seemed to think it would be some great favor to her to take over the shift of securing the area which she would have taken. Beyond all this Tokudaiji didn't seem to stop the young man. So it seemed the redhead was stuck for now. "Arigatou~" she said to the man who moved out of this place, choosing to forego the use of his pet name before his charge lest the young woman's fury become redirected at Benihime in this moment.

Mother and daughter seemed to be staring at each other across the table. "Okaa-san, no one asked you to come down for dinner... nor did I ask how I should be treating my guard. Ugh, you infuriate me sometimes..." said the girl which made Benihime's eyes widen. Still the redhead wished to shrink down further and found this conversation to be strange to her in many ways. As someone who didn't get along with her own mother, she could kind of understand why the teen was upset, even so, Benihime was just respectful enough that she never truly went off on her mother until the woman gave her reason to. 'Yare yare, how spoiled is this girl?' wondered Benihime. Still, Kazumi continued to eat as if nothing was wrong and instead, it was Hiromi who pushed her plate away and frowned. "I hope you're happy Kazumi, you've turned into a real brat. And absolutely ruined my appetite," mentioned the elder woman who was in Benihime's opinion well worth appraising even right now. "I'll leave, but you should consider how your selfishness will play out for you, girl." she said and with that the woman of the house got up and left. As well. Benihime was left in this room with just the Daimyou and his daughter and she'd start speaking, but it had nothing to do with her mother. "Otou-sama, why do you always provoke him like that? He tries to be nice you could meet him half way considering..." she said seemingly able to switch to negotiations within just a few seconds of doing something exceedingly crude to get her way. Benihime's eyes widened but she said nothing. She waited until she was dismissed, as it appeared the girl's pause denoted she wanted the redhead to leave the room as well. "Hm? Private conversation then? Tokudaiji-sama would you like me to leave as well?" she asked of the man whom she actually worked for. Given he'd stopped eating she could only wonder if the man was also at a complete loss at this point.

It seemed Ouetsu had nothing to say regarding the squabble between his wife and daughter. At the very least, the departure of Youko allowed him to comfortably return to his meal, though not long before his wife excused herself as well. It did not matter to him how they spoke to one another, nor how they reacted on an individual level. As far as he was concerned, one of them leaving the table only put an end to the noise they were producing as a unit. Since his daughter remained, however, he was soon accosted with another matter regarding Youko. "The boy tries to do nothing but irk me, Kazumi! Never will I stand for such blatant disrespect; I have worked far too long to become what I am today. You would do well to learn that lesson, too," he said while ramming his fork into a cut of steak, intending to have at it after his response was given to his own personal guard. "Iia. That scum boy is gone, but I'll not have both guards away from me. You will stay."

Meanwhile, the departing Hiromi was soon to learn that Youko had not traveled far upon his own leave of the dining hall. The very moment the door closed behind her, Youko was at the woman's fore with a hand pressed against the door frame. From only a breath away from Hiromi's face, he began sharing words with her. "So, you couldn't take much more of it either, huh? I figured the two of you would come to blows soon, but I didn't expect one of you to just leave like this. Or... maybe you left for another reason?"

"Otou-sama! You're being unreasonable!" the girl exclaimed as her fork stopped moving and she looked up at the man with impunity. It seemed that she felt safe enough from her father's wrath to continue their conversation, and Benihime, much to her own dissatisfaction, wasn't allowed to leave as Youko had already left. "As you like, Tokudaiji-sama." she mentioned, though internally she was cursing the wanderer for his ability to create a quick escape. She also mentally made a note to herself to keep a clone for these sorts of time, lest she truly be unable to catch a break from these people at any point in time. Regardless of this Kazumi's father seemed like he wouldn't dismiss his secondary guard leaving his daughter to explain herself, making the assumption that the man trusted this one enough that she could speak freely in front of her. "Otou-sama, you can't call him scum, I told you I want to marry him, and you won't let me. And you keep setting up these situations to make both of you mad. It's not even fair!" the girl said pouting. Benihime for her all of her experience hadn't expected the words uttered by the young girl and couldn't suppress the shocked expression which came to her face. Suddenly a mirade of the young girl's behaviors made much more sense, but some of them were still not making sense. 'I wonder of Yokkun knows that...' she wondered, knowing that the man and the Daimyou's wife were both gone, she could only figure he had done what she would have, and pursed the lady of the house instead of actually doing his duties. She didn't care much about this, she simply wished she wasn't stuck in the middle of the most awkward family dinner she'd ever come upon in her life.

Meanwhile right outside the dining room entrance, Hiromi was being accosted by the wanderer who hadn't gone far from his original post. It seemed he had words to share with her, from a proximity so close it made her heart thud within her chest. She took a breath as she shifted her glance to avoid the rather intense eye contact she knew she was sure to find if she looked. "Actually, I left because that child is always a brat and her father does nothing about it. Besides that level of bratty behavior was shown exclusively because you decided to flirt with me to piss off my husband. You don't know when to quit do you?" she asked of the young boy before her. Even so she couldn't deny that he was incredibly close and she was quite aroused by the idea of having him now knowing it would be a rather easy way to proverbially stick it to both her husband and her spoiled daughter. One of whom failed to notice the obvious flirting with his wife in spite of the words spoken directly, and the other who managed to be more upset that it wasn't her receiving the attention.

"And I told you, not while I live! That boy will have no hand in my years of work, building this country from nothing more than ideals! If you were to wed some trash like that boy, all of my work was for naught!" If it were at all possible, Ouetsu rather angrily chomped into the piece of steak upon his fork, driving his teeth into it repeatedly, until there was no toughness left to it. In this precise moment, he somewhat wished it had been Kazumi to leave the room, not Hiromi. On the other hand, he was glad it worked out how it did, as he still disliked the idea of Kazumi being alone with the ronin. Little did he know...

In the meantime, Youko received Hiromi's response. He did not fail to notice her gaze was away from him, but he was not deterred by something so trivial. In fact, he saw this action not as dismissal, but as avoidance in some respect. This made a grin appear on his face as his free hand rose to touch the cheek of the woman. "So you didn't leave just to come looking for me? That's sad... and, no, I don't know when to quit. You're wrong, though. I wasn't flirting with you to piss Toku-jii off; I can do that by saying hello. I was flirting with you because I was certain you wanted me to. Was I wrong?"

"Why does that even matter, it's your work not mine!" the girl was adamant that her father's ideas were lost on her. She wanted Youko and as selfish as that was, she thought it was more ridiculous that her father sought to control her life as an extension of his. Unbeknownst to her, Benihime whole heartedly agreed with this sentiment, and felt at least a little for her plight as a young woman simply trying to find her way in the world. Not that she'd voice that at this point. 'Parents forcing kids to do stuff is horrible. Even so, she talks to people like she doesn't understand the depth of the world. She's sheltered and spoiled and has no idea what the world is actually like. She just found her a man that satisfies her and wants to keep him. Yare, yare... this is making my skin crawl...' the redhead thought though her demeanor remained as absent as it always was, meanwhile the bratty child pushed away her plate. "Well fine! Be that way!" and just like that the girl got up from the table and left the dining room, though the opposite door of the one her mother and Youko were against, as if she intended to travel through the kitchens instead. With her leaving the room, Benihime let go of a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, this situation was rather stressful and she needed to get far away from it, but couldn't so long as Ouetsu demanded she stay.

And while her daughter pleaded with her father about her desire to wed the ronin, Hiromi was being confronted by that very individual. He spoke on his sadness that she hadn't come out looking for him, though if she thought about it reasonably she knew she probably would have talked herself into doing exactly that if given enough time. "Well... I... uh... actually..." she stumbled over her words as his hand touched her face. "I suppose you aren't wrong..." she said about the flirting. If she was being honest, she'd jumped at the opportunity to be paid attention to, both he and the redhead had managed to give her the sort of attention she craved by way of her absentee husband. "I didn't come looking for you, I might have done later... after talking myself into it, I do that from time to time..." she said, knowing full well she'd talked herself into doing several things in the last 24 hours that she wouldn't have dreamed of before. She found herself being a bit more confident and hazarded a gaze towards this man's face.

"My work will be your business one day!" Ouetsu replied, knowing very well that Kazumi was in line to take up his legacy, should he fail in his endeavors at any point. Of course, there was much more to this than the Daimyou was willing to share, but there would be no future issues if he had his way. Speaking of having one's way, Kazumi did not have hers once more, and thus she left the dining hall through the opposite path of the others. This left him in the room with only his most recent hire, but that was fine as well. "I appreciate your silence, Suzukou, but you are free to speak. Tell me, would you truly be unopposed to some extra work? I may be getting rid of that Katsuhara after all, and I'd rather keep one such as yourself on hand. I don't trust that boy as far as I can throw him..."

The male being spoken of was just about pressed against Hiromi at this very moment. Much to his expectation, she confirmed his suspicions while finally permitting some level of eye contact between them. In that moment, Youko's piercing gaze fell upon the shifting demeanor of this woman, whilst she spoke of talking herself into approaching him. "Hoh? Hell of a thing to have as an occasional activity. What else do you do from time to time, huh? I'm really itching to find out, onna~" he said, closing the distance between himself and Hiromi until his lips virtually brushed against hers during his speech.

Ouetsu's words to his daughter made her scoff as she exited. Benihime's sigh of relief wasn't one she'd get to experience without much extra though. As it appeared, the Daimyou of the land had a few words to share with her. Her left brow rose curiously as he mentioned that he might actually have a bit of extra work for her. He even went so far as to mention she could speak freely if she wanted to. She thought about what he had to say, and decided that honesty was the best to go for. "As long as I'm in your service, extra work is fine with me, Tokudaiji-sama..." she said giving a slight pause. "But since I can speak freely, if you are thinking to replace Katsuhara-kun with me, I should tell you that it is already apparent to me that Kazumi-chan doesn't like me very much. And I can't imagine that getting much better if you replace her favorite with me~" she chimed. She'd seen enough of this young girl's attitude to know that she'd likely make the jounin's life a bit hellish while she was here, if Youko was to disappear and she was to replace him. Benihime had many experiences with young women, both familial and otherwise, enough to know that someone who was so keen to get what they want likely wouldn't react well if it was snatched away from her in such a way. Even so, if it would make the redhead's life a bit easier, she might try a different kind of appeal to the girl, it was one of many ideas floating around in the redhead's skull.

While a civil conversation was finally taking place in the dining room. It seemed things were getting a bit uncivilized just outside of it. As Youko and Hiromi were finding themselves in a rather compromising situation rather quickly. He stated that her activity of choice was one which was different, though in not so many words. And his speaking brought him dangerously close to her own face. Lips mere breaths away from her own she in the moment decided not to answer him but instead to press her lips into his. After all, it seemed to be about what he was aiming for given their proximity. 'What on earth am I doing?' this woman questioned herself, but still she couldn't stop herself, and unlike in the library with Benihime there was nothing to interrupt. The Lady Tokudaiji was obviously a bit impulsive or rather had become as such over time and was acting on it, in the face of being introduced to some rather impulsive teens.

"Then she would have to get over that, wouldn't she? If she is unsatisfied, perhaps she will become humble over time. Too long have I spoiled that girl, but she will not have her way this time! Now..." Between clauses, Ouetsu took another bite from his meal. He seemed to have been angered enough to throw some manners out the proverbial window himself, as he next began speaking while still chewing steak. "I'm of the opinion that the boy is involved in these attempts on my life. He would have my daughter's hand in marriage, and just as quickly see me dead so he can take my place for himself. Follow up on that lead, Suzukou. I strongly suggest treating him like one of our enemies, and don't fall for any of that charm he apparently used to reach my daughter."

In the meantime, Youko was having his question met by the mouth of Hiromi, in a more literal sense than such a statement would imply. He had made this approach intending to draw a kiss from the woman, but he expected to initiate moments later. The simple fact that she had done so just now, was something of a surprise... albeit a welcomed one. Youko met this kiss for several seconds, but with him not being one to linger on anything, he used the hand upon Hiromi's face to push her head away just slightly. "How bold of you to do that with your husband and daughter just behind that door, onna. Sadly, that's just one step in the right direction. The way you were acting last night tells me you're willing to take a few more steps than that."

'Yare yare, choosing now to be a hard ass to your daughter. Making extra work for me, this is going to be annoying,' thought Benihime as Tokudaiji himself began speaking before even clearing his mouth again. His words went on to more directly advise the young kunoichi against familiarizing herself with Youko. He even claimed that the young man was somehow behind the attempts against his life. Benihime listened to him speak without interrupting though his words didn't sit right in her ears. This man stayed in his employ, she'd seen him move, if he wanted an old man dead, she was pretty sure he could accomplish it directly without much of a problem. Beyond this was all the information she'd gathered today, which let her know that Tokudaiji was far too involved in the politics of his lands and with the strangeness concerning the disappearance of the ninjas who'd come here. She supposed pretending she didn't know this information was for the best. "Hai, I'll look into it if you wish. And there isn't any worry of me being charmed... I prefer women," she let that statement hang in the air. Regardless of what she knew already it seemed the Daimyou was content to make her part of the plan to rid himself of the Ronin already here. She couldn't help but wonder why he didn't simply send the lad back to the mainland if he didn't want him here, but she figured all of this would become obvious at some point in time. "Anything else you require of me, Tokudaiji-sama?"

Hiromi was otherwise engaged in a kiss which would come to an end by Youko's own doing. He went on to speak to her about how bold she was being considering their current location. "I think that was pretty bold of me, I don't know what has gotten into me lately..." she said thinking about it just a bit. "Actually... " she paused thinking about it, she'd been acting strangely since last night. Perhaps she did require a bit more of his attention. And if she was being perfectly honest she didn't care about the placement of her daughter or husband. "I know what should be getting into me..." she reached out for this young man's groin having decided that she would be finding satisfaction in the coming moments. Something about the idea of being caught here and now wasn't at all dissatisfying for her.

It seemed Ouetsu had indeed found a kunoichi who would be immune to the advancements of Youko, at least as far as he was concerned. Little did he know what the pair had been up to on the previous night, alongside the rest of Ouetsu's family. Thinking everything would work out in his favor, he made the next bite of food a happy one, giving his response to Benihime once it was chewed and swallowed properly. "I have nothing in mind. Return to your duties, but remain attentive."

Hiromi's surprise was not lost to Youko. This whole thing did seem out of character for a noblewoman such as her, but he'd seen awful marriages have many interesting side-effects. In this case, said side-effect ended up being a very promiscuous wife in a family of nobles. She even went so far as to grasp Youko's manhood just beyond the threshold of the room her husband inhabited. Youko had no issues with this, considering his obvious lack of concern for others - Ouetsu especially. In fact, his uncaring nature resulted in a very outright reaction to being grabbed in such a way. The hand he previously let rest upon Hiromi's face slid down to the lining of her kimono - as did the hand he once had pressed against the door frame, on the opposite side. An outward, swiping movement of both arms would see to it that Hiromi's kimono was pulled apart at the torso, without bothering with her obi as to bare the woman's breasts alone. "You've come along so fast, onna. Come on then... there are still plenty of things Toku-jii neglected to show you, aren't there? I wonder what the two of you have even done together."

"Hai, as you like. Enjoy your meal, Tokudaiji-sama..." Benihime said as she bowed and took leave, surprisingly enough through the same exit towards the kitchen that Kazumi had taken. But... as soon as she was out of eye sight, the young woman would disappear in a flash of crimson and appear in an office in a far away land. She had her left hand in her hair and immediately began pacing in the room, expecting only one person to be there. "Look, I really need you to like me right now, because shit in the Land of Silence is fucking real!" said the girl. A smirk came to the lips of the person at the desk, hidden behind a hat with the symbol for 'water' upon it. Beyond this point as her smile widened, her grin showed a wide smirk full of fangs. The hat was soon removed and teal and a darker teal hair showed beneath. "Red~! I always like you~ But I have to wonder what has you pacing around my office like the bothered cat you are?" the woman asked of her.

Meanwhile, the Daimyou was left to enjoy his meal, and his wife had her chest exposed to by the young man outside of the dining room. Her breath caught in her throat but it was obvious to her by the firmness found under her hand that this man in particular had no problem with what she'd done. He even went on to question what she and her husband had even done together. "I don't know, that was ages ago. Obviously not much of anything, you're pretty surprising to me..." she mumbled as heat spread to her face. Obviously this was a very dangerous activity to undertake, still she couldn't be bothered to do anything else. As such she continued to rub against his cock. "You'll show me something new right?" she asked the young man before her. She figured he'd be accommodating, he'd been the previous night...

And so, the Daimyou Tokudaiji Ouetsu would go on to relax and finish his dinner in peace. All the while, Youko was being accosted by the visual of Hiromi's chest, as well as movement of her hand upon his cock. He took a firm grip of the woman's hips as she questioned him, wondering if he had something to show her that she could consider new. There were many things in Youko's repertoire, and though he did not know exactly what experiences this woman had in her marriage, he could assume the Daimyou and his wife were far beyond what he would consider vanilla. "Ages ago!? What a fucking shame. If Toku-jii is just going to let you go to waste over the years like that, I guess I owe him a favor to make use of what he's neglecting. So then..." A brief pause followed these words from Youko, and during that pause, he snagged Hiromi's obi to tear it away. With that, she was given some free range of movement, though Youko aimed to physically suggest a quick turn-around as he continued speaking into her ear. "I should start with everything he has probably never bothered touching. What do you think? How willing are you to explore new things, onna?"

Benihime continued to pace even as the Mizukage moved from behind her desk to on top of it to watch more acutely the movements of this redhead. "I fucked a guy last night..." Benihime confessed. The teal-haired young woman widened her eyes at this news, her entire face shifted. She knew that the young woman in her office didn't like men, and hadn't actually had sex with a guy in years and that every time she did, she never truly enjoyed it. "Aww, Red. Come 'ere," she said opening her arms. Benihime filled them, her hands clasping around this young woman's back began to trace her spine with the tips of her fingers moving along them. This sent chills up the Mizukage's spine as she moaned her happiness. Benihime heard this and took it as permission to continue, not that she'd intended to stop, but she did have at least one more thing to say. "I liked it..." finished the redhead which made the woman she was talking to freeze up. "Really? What kind of shit is that? Do you just like men now?" she asked seeming to find this confession odd. "Iie, I'd been thinking that might be a thing... but... I don't think I like men in general. In fact, I think the girl working the kitchen is cute and the Daimyou's wife is a treat~" she said still moving her fingers along the Mizukage's person, shifting them under the tattered t-shirt she wore to molest her chest directly. "And it goes without saying, I just teleported across a continent for this..." Benihime said leaning in to press her lips into the young woman's. This one for all her shock took this attention as if it was perfectly normal. In fact her own hands ended up within the crimson locks possessed by the redhead as her eyes came to a close. It seemed this was how the redhead chose to ease her tensions.

Meanwhile, the wife of the Daimyou was in for some new treatment. Her obi was soon removed and she was turned around. This young man speaking into her ear sent her pulse thudding through her head. It seemed he really intended to try something new with her, and how could she even try to deny she was intrigued by the idea. "I'm always willing to try new things~" this woman said. Hearing such a statement would probably only make it more shameful that her husband seemed to want nothing to do with her. Obviously she had the potential to be a very adventurous wife.

"Hoh? Well then, let's see if this body of yours agrees," said Youko. With Hiromi turned around, he aimed to lean her forward until her upper body was pressed against the door frame, leaving her rear end angled toward himself. With this done, he'd move on to flip her loosened kimono over her body to bare her backside. Following this effort was a more normal insertion of Youko's manhood to the woman's nether, if only to wet his own groin in preparation for what was to come. Never one to waste anything, though, several slow thrusts were to be performed this way before he even considered changing things up. Perhaps it was his intention to meet some separate goal beforehand, or even to ensure Hiromi's readiness.

Hiromi was soon enough able to feel the insertion of Youko within her nether. He'd said he would introduce her to something new, and she truly expected this, even so, she couldn't deny how pleasant their current activity was. "Aaaah~" it was such a pleasant feeling that within a few of his strokes she found herself reaching a peak. At this point she truly didn't seem to care very much one way or another. She even found her body rocking back against his as she waited for the switch she was sure was coming, she anticipated it even wanted it.

Benihime on the other hand was playing with one of the peaks found at the top of the Mizukage's chest while her other hand undid the belt around her waist. She pulled away from their full lip lock to allow this young woman to speak. "For the record Red, I did say I always like you, you don't need to butter me up today... but don't stop what you're doing or anything~" she said to the young woman. Benihime as such continued until she slid this young woman's shorts down her hips. Her tongue not occupying the other woman's mouth played around her neck instead. "Hm, I'll keep going then. So, do you want the good news or bad news while I do this for you?" she asked the woman as she leaned her head further down and gently applied her teeth to one of the Mizukage's nipples through her shirt before her now free hands moved to remove this woman's top as well. "Oooh~ Well give me bad news first..." she said as the redhead seemed to busy herself massively, and the Mizukage's shirt came up over her head and left her naked before the redhead. "Whoever you sent to the Land of Silence is likely dead, their hunter nin masks were among some merchandise up for purchase in the town..." Benihime mentioned apathetically. "What about the sword?" asked the Mizukage. "Didn't see it..." said Benihime before she rather deftly slipped two fingers into the nether of the woman on the desk. A moan would ensue as this woman's body tightened around the redhead's fingers. "Aaaaaaah~ Fuck, might not be dead then. If you find him and he won't come back..." she paused bringing the redhead's face towards her own very closely. "Kill him and bring me back the sword, I'll reward you~" she chimed as she went about ridding the redhead of her clothes while she rubbed her fingers within this woman's body as if on a mission of some sort. "Anything for you Rella~" said the redhead finally using this young woman's name over the course of this interaction.

The moment of Hiromi's first peak proved to be what Youko sought. Upon feeling the tightening sensation around himself, and the additional lubrication applied to his member, he withdrew slowly. "There we go. Now, let's have at something Toku-jii left untouched, hm?" With that said, he moved his hips forward once more, this time making sure he raised his groin to experience his entry in a very different way. So effectively left to rot, Youko was certain the Daimyou had never made use of his gem of a wife's ass. He'd happily take up the old man's work instead. His approach this time was just as slow as his movements were when he first removed himself from Hiromi, as if he wished to test the waters bit by bit until he was roughly halfway inserted.

After her first peak was reached it seemed that Hiromi was up for the change she'd asked about. The slow withdrawal of Youko was soon enough followed by a slow entry into a completely different hole. Of course, she'd somewhat expected this, but had no idea what she'd expected it to feel like. "A..." it seemed a noise couldn't be decided by this woman, but even so there wasn't any pain associated with this push, it only felt like a massive bit of pressure. And considering what they'd recently been doing, she couldn't say she was opposed to this. "That's... different," she finally managed, her breathing labored and her body relaxing after the initial shock of this situation wore off.

A moan left the Mizukage as she stripped the young Jounin of her clothes. "You really know how to set this off. So... what else besides this apparent new interest in men, has you stressed," she asked as she began to fondle the redhead more appropriately. As Benihime's fingers slowly stroked inside of this woman, her thumb rolled over the most sensitive place she had. "Ah... that... well, I am pretty sure this Daimyou I am working for is trying to set me up to fight this new guy. He wants him dead, but doesn't want to do it himself. The entire family is in shambles and it's crazy... and I can't figure out what his motivations are, but he creeps me out," she said of the Daimyou, discussing political matters over sex as if it was the most simple thing in the world. The Mizukage had moved to flicking her tongue over the redhead's nipples as she spoke. "Sounds like you're going to be burning all ends towards yourself until you figure out who you are backing. A little advice..." she offered. "Go with your instincts, if you don't like that Daimyou, don't trust him. If you think you like that guy, fuck him twice, be sure!~" mentioned Arella as she slid her tongue down the body of the Jounin in question. "Now, how about we switch places, hm?" she asked of her, which made the redhead smile, as she took up a seated position on the desk and the Mizukage's head settled between her legs. "Hai!" After which she went about licking her fingers knowing that eventually they'd both be servicing each other with their mouths, but surprisingly she got the first go this time...

Whatever reaction was to come from Hiromi, Youko was in wait. He did wonder exactly how accommodating the body and persona of Hiromi would be for his chosen course of action. As it seemed, all was fine once she got past the initial shock factor. Since this was the case, he took the go-ahead and began to withdraw. This was no full withdrawal, of course. Youko fully intended to thrust forward to the same end, prior to repeating the motion into a continuous rhythm. "Different, huh? That sounds like approval, but what happened to all that shit you had to say last night?" he asked. Whether he received an answer or not, Youko began steadying his pace with more frequent movements of his hips, still thrusting to the halfway point of his cock's length.

As her body relaxed Youko began to move more properly within Hiromi's rear. And the sensation wasn't one she could well place. There was a ton of pressure being applied and it almost felt unbearable. But in the same respect, it was so different it promoted the idea of sensory overload. Every movement offered something slightly different and new, and she strangely found herself enjoying it more than she would have thought. Within her person seemed to clinch just a bit but she also felt this where she normally felt her pleasure. Initially she had nothing to say to the man, even though he brought up the fact that she'd had much to say in their previous endeavor. Still as the movements became more frequent it seemed this woman found her voice. "Definitely approval~ Don't stop now!" the woman exclaimed. This feeling was something intense and different and she felt it in a manner she didn't normally feel things. Actually she was approaching something very different from her usual flourish she needed only reach that magical point.

Meanwhile, Benihime sat atop the Mizukage's desk as that woman's tongue began the gentle separation of the lips below her waist. Truly it was as if this woman intended to kiss her here as she kissed her face, only the movements of her tongue seemed to alternate between wide flat strokes and the gentle prodding of the redhead's pearl. Her entire face flushed with the sensation of what was going on below, and it was as if Arella intended to take her time with the work. "Rella!~ This is why I come to you... though you give me such strange advice..." she said noting that this woman had told her to have another go at the ronin she'd made it with the previous night. Benihime rubbed this woman's scalp as her tongue played between her legs eventually there was a pressure filled build up which would lead to the redhead's legs tightening ever so slightly and the red of her face extending all the way up to her ears as she experienced one of the most pleasurable releases. "Aaaaaaaah~" moaned this woman as she looked down and saw the fanged grin of the Mizukage's face. She reached down for her, lifting her face to meet the redhead's lips, and the Mizukage was content to slip her tongue into the mouth of the redhead allowing the young woman to taste herself. "I guess it's your turn huh?" Benihime mentioned between lashes of her tongue. Soon enough she switched places with this young woman with a gentle turn of her body, but instead of abandoning the desk, she laid them both across it. Soon she would reach up and molest this woman's chest as she began busying her tongue down the teal-haired woman's body, settling between her legs and swirling her tongue in circles around her most sensitive point as an opener. This sort of attention brought a great pause to the Mizukage, who was always more than a little blown away by the redhead's tactics. "Oi, Red, I swear you better not show me up right now~" chimed the Mizukage right before Benihime's mouth closed in on her pearl and began to vibrate the tip of her tongue against it, until of course, this woman reached a peak as well, but instead of letting her escape the redhead kept working apparently amused by what she saw when she looked up to this woman's face. With this, she was content to continue as she always did.

"Funny you say that; I haven't even actually started yet," he said during another forward thrust. Now that he'd found a rhythm to keep whilst Hiromi requested that he not stop, he locked himself into that very pace. The depth he chose, however, was an entirely different story. Every thrust of Youko's hips - from the time of Hiromi's speech - was ever so slightly different, as each one came with an increase to the depth he reached. In doing this, he would proceed with the plan until he was repeatedly thrusting with his full length, assuming no qualms were to be had by Hiromi at any point.

"Sounds promising~" the woman mentioned as Youko's efforts began to improve in a way she hadn't expected. Each thrust of his seemed to go deeper and deeper until his maximum depth was reached. This was a painstaking process as she felt the increase in depth at ever thrust. Still, Hiromi didn't find herself disliking the experience. In fact, the further along it went the more she found herself moaning at the attention. When it finally reached its maximum depth, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "Ooooh," as the strokes continued she'd eventually be blinded by the most intense flourish she'd ever experienced in her life. "Aaaaaaaaah!~" Stars blinded her vision and she slipped from consciousness, even before her stamina of the previous night. It was quite the strange occurance, but she was more than satisfied in this moment.

Benihime's work seemed to be doing a great deal for the Mizukage. The woman lying on the desk seemed to be quite enamored by the tongue of the redhead. "Rella, you didn't tell me what sword I'm looking for~" she mentioned as she continued, even without switching out for her own pleasure, as she intended to take it in full a bit later. Arella to her credit moaned a bit harder as this woman's tongue took a gentle pause to ask a question. "Aaaaaaah!~ Red, you act like I forgot or something," she mentioned, but Benihime's tongue began the gentle lapping motions which made the Mizukage's head fall back and allowed no reasonable words to escape her. "I mean, you got really quiet, Rella~" she mentioned moving her tongue again. "Well, not quiet, but you forgot words~" she said. Another moan escaped the Mizukage, "You're looking for Samehada, I'm sure you remember it... big ass sword... shark scales..." there were pauses between this woman's words. "You're killing me, Red~" she moaned to Benihime, which made her chuckle as she went on. This would continue for quite a while yet, as the redhead indulged in the body of the Mizukage.

"Hmph! Good." And so, Youko continued his efforts in earnest, finding his stride to be working toward his own satisfaction as well, in a way closer to what he'd become accustomed to the past couple of years. Of course, this was still a far cry from his experience the previous night, but he couldn't let himself get too used to anything outside of his own actions. What he had gotten used to over the years, though, was a loss of consciousness in his partners. It seemed he was once again doomed to experience this, as Hiromi blacked out on him for the second time in under 24 hours. With that, he withdrew from the woman, leaving her body to slide down the door frame as he righted his own hakama. "Tch! Figures... back to the drawing board," he said aloud, albeit to none other than himself. The noises made during the final moments for Hiromi reached the ear of Ouetsu within the dining hall, prompting him to rise with the intention of checking, but... by the time he reached the door, Youko was long gone, and he was left with the strange sight of his wife in a state of undress and unconsciousness. "What was the cause of this!? Hiromi!" he yelled from the door, wondering if he would get the woman's attention.

The wife of the Daimyou was soon found alone by the man. It seemed that Youko had once again stunned her into unconsciousness, but she'd be risen from it at a far quicker pace than she was the previous night. She realized her current state of undress by the duress of her husband's voice and began rubbing her head and covering herself. Though she was still groggy it appeared the Lady of the House wasn't completely adverse to telling a fib or two to keep her indulgences going. "Lower your voice and, think of the spectacle you could cause," she mumbled. "It was nothing, I went off a bit and had a drink doing so reminded me that I wished to give Kazumi a bit firmer of a talking to so I wandered back... it seems I might have snagged by obi and bit and caused myself a tumble. I'd rather the household not think I am a drunk though if you don't mind," she finished, seeming to explain away her state of undress, any noise and the flush caused to her face in a couple of sentences, as she looked around to gather and cover herself.

While this conversation was being had between the Daimyou and his wife, Kazumi was instead heading to her room from around the kitchen side, her day had been full of drama, more so than she liked and beyond that she was more than a bit furious at Youko for flirting with her mother. As such she decided to go bed in her own room and have a fitful sleep as she angrily recounted the conversation with her father. 'How dare he be that way to me. I do everything he asks and he can't do this one thing for me. And then Youko decides he wants to flirt with my mother of all people... I'd have been happier if they were aimed at the redhead, at least that would make some sense...' the young girl thought as she slammed the door shut to her bedroom and threw herself on her bed thinking the world wasn't fair.

"Spectacle! The only spectacle to be made here is you in such a state! What would people think of me if they were to see you standing before me like this!?" he asked, though he frankly did not care for the woman's answer, if any. She claimed that her current state was the fault of a drunken stupor and a simple mishap from her moving about and snagging her clothes. Whatever the case, Ouetsu was keen to see her dressed again, though one notable thing about her breathing did not match her story. "Next time you drink, do not run around like that. You sound as if you've been running a marathon!"

Meanwhile, the door to Kazumi's bedroom was slamming. The moment she threw herself onto the bed shortly afterward, her window slid open. Inside this window was Youko, whose shortened hair and elongated fur tuft billowed in the wind as it entered the bedroom. As he looked upon the lass, he wore a toothy grin. "Konbanwa. Done eating already?"

Her kimono closed, Hiromi was left to quickly tie her obi and aim some form of decency. It seemed her husband as content to not make a spectacle and thought only of what others would think of him after finding her in such a state. 'Ugh, because heavens forbid a husband actually be physically interested in his wife or anything...' she thought, as she aimed to recover. True enough though, this woman's breathing had yet to become normal. And though she hadn't thought of it then, she simply shrugged away the complaint. "I will try to contain myself if I find myself in need of a drink, I cannot in good judgement make it a promise though, it isn't as if drunkenness lends itself logic," she managed to contain her breathing finally though it appeared her face was still a bit flushed and hot. After all there was something a bit exciting and devious about lying to her husband in such a way. "Though it would help if you didn't spoil the girl completely rotten at every turn. Then I wouldn't seem like the bad guy every time I criticize her behavior," she mentioned. Her husband didn't seem to realize the amount of stress he caused her by simply allowing their teenage daughter to trample all over anyone and everyone when she felt she wanted something.

Kazumi on the other hand was well on her way to another royal temper tantrum. This time of course, it was aimed directly at Youko. She let out an exasperated sigh as the man entered her bedroom through her window, apparently just in time to ruin the solid pout she'd had planned for her evening. "Ugh, of course I'm done eating. Did you come to here gloat about flirting with my mother, huh? Plan to ruin my appetite for days on end. Get out of my room I don't even want to see you," she rolled over. This was a strange amount of anger coming from this young woman, she truly felt as if she didn't want to deal with Youko in the present moment. It was a combination of course, of the Ronin's own behavior and her lack of getting her way in the last hour or so which seemed to feed into the bad mood this young woman now possessed.

"Perhaps it would be best of you to better manage your intake as well. There's no telling what would become of you if some dog like that Katsuhara boy found you like this before me," the Daimyou surmised. All things considered, he thought only of the farce to be caused by any circumstance involving his wife in a drunken stupor. All the respect he'd earned over the years in this country would be in question. Speaking of respect, the woman thought to criticize his treatment of their daughter. "Kazumi is nothing to worry about. She will undergo a swift change when that boy is out of our hair. I'll see to it personally, if I have to."

The very lad being spoken to could presently be found in the company of the Daimyou's daughter, albeit allegedly against her will at the moment. As she spoke, he chuckled, finding her claim of him coming to gloat a nigh unbearable amount of hilarious. "Why would I gloat? I was just speaking the way I always do," he said while stepping closer yet to Kazumi's bed. "There's no way that's jealousy I'm seeing in you right now, is there? Gotta say... it looks good on you. What does it take to get rid of that though, I wonder..."