Her seconds of wiggling were followed and consumed by a few movements of Youko which included the young man lifting her skirt and likely having a thorough look at her ass with what she imagined was a very animal-like grin. Regardless of this, soon enough her underwear were being pushed to the side. All of this was taking too long for the young woman, she was almost about to complain but before she could the slow but aggressive entry of Youko silenced her complaints and turned them into a moan instead. "Aaaah~ It's the right choice of words!" she claimed as pushed her hips back. This was amazing and the feel was beyond what she expected, two weeks shouldn't have let her forget this, but in their lost moments this was like a brand new experience for her.
This time Benihime made contact with the would be assassin of the Daimyou. And she subsequently got to watch as the life drained from this young man's eyes. She stared for quite a few seconds, and then her ruby red eyes, flickered over the desk to the Daimyou. This man was surprisingly enough unperturbed by the fact that someone a few seconds prior had been trying to kill him and had just died on his desk. In fact he was so unperturbed that he just kept reading his book, and felt the need to comment about the now dead one on the desk. Benihime pulled her hand out of this individual's chest, after making sure his heart was properly crushed and looked over to the Daimyou. "Sugei, Daimyou-sama has nerves of steel," she mentioned as she sparked a bit of electricity to burn the remaining blood off her finger tips getting rid of the evidence of what she'd done, like she would if this mission was to any other random place. "Samurai...ninjas? That... is going to be a drag," she said aloud.
Of course it was the case, against a Samurai the most she'd been prepared to worry about was weapon drawing speed. Against a ninja there were an arsenal of other problems to deal with, including scattered and erratic movements. Shinobi were also fearless and taught to hide which would mean she'd have to go out of her way to keep an eye on the entire area, and her little bells might not be enough to completely shift the targets. Assuming she was properly dismissed the young woman would bow and turn on her heels but something was bothering her now that hadn't before. 'If this one is an old one, why are you still wearing similar armor?' she mentally questioned. The things revealed to her in her first day at this place were beginning to look like a mystery, and the Daimyou was seeming to be more and more sketchy by the moment. This couldn't have been his first encounter, he had to know he was still dressed like his attackers, why would he continue it? It wasn't her place to question this information, she'd instead put it away for later and begin work on a couple of new things to aide in her fight against Samurai with Ninja skills. 'There is also that other guy... who seemed most likely to possess those skills in the first place.' Benihime's eyes narrowed in that moment as she walked away, a single second of murderous intent leaking from her person. 'Ah, but he helped me... probably... ugh, this is getting to be too confusing.'