Rainy Night Frog

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Silent and still, the trees and stones
in the garden were soaked. The rain fell like fine silk threads, like feathers.
The refined scholar Yoshimasa chose this majestic location in northern Raku to build his Higashiyama residence, with the Higashiyama peaks as a backdrop, offering panoramic views of the four seasons from his garden.
Not the alluring scenery of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, nor of fleeting beauty. Rather,
it was a harmonious blend of light and dark, the verdant spring mountains, the misty rain and dreamlike sunset—a landscape painting like that of Nanga
, enough to soothe Yoshimasa's troubled heart. The gardens of Jisho-ji and Ginkaku-ji temples today are such simple, elegant, and secluded havens.
The spring rain was misty, and the trees and stones in the garden were soaked.
Yet, in this quiet, secluded residence, a woman as beautiful as a flower appeared—Tomiko—and a strange hope stirred within the heart of the attendant beside her.
She had been staying for three days—
Tomiko had remained entwined in the brocade quilts of the bed,
held tightly in Yoshimasa's arms.
Completely ignorant of the puppet ninjutsu's aphrodisiac technique, Tomiko slumped limply against her husband's strong chest.
At first, she cried out wildly with excitement, rising and falling with sensual ecstasy.
Like a white female piglet, she was drowning in a whirlpool of turbulent waves, almost fainting.
In fact, she was in a state of exhaustion. It was as if she had slowly risen from the bottom of a deep dive, gradually awakening, the lustful worms within her skin now satisfied with their intense desire. Tomiko said with half-closed eyes,
"—Ah! I'm not going home."
In a daze, she said casually.
"To stay by your side forever..."
"Okay! Forever...forever..."
Yoshimasa casually echoed her, but he had other thoughts in his mind.
(This is just wishful thinking on your part!)
He pondered carefully.
(I will find a day to discuss important matters with my lord and the Five Banners!)
He was full of ambition, wanting to reclaim the throne of the next shogun. Although his heart was divided, his masculine instincts were in no way inferior.
Perhaps she didn't know how to shrink back!
Tomiko groaned and sobbed softly, somewhat frantic.
For the past few days, the two had indulged in unrestrained physical pleasure, not only completely subjugating her body and plunging her into the abyss of lust, but also causing them to neglect even their meals.
Yoshimasa appeared calm and composed, but the weariness on Tomiko's face deepened daily.
"Xiao Shang's remains should arrive in the capital soon."
The rain continued to fall indistinctly.
"I should go back early tomorrow morning; we've been entangled all night..."
Tomiko panted softly, once again lying on top of Yoshimasa—
the mansion was hidden in the twilight drizzle.
Outside, two samurai, carrying daggers, stealthily crept into the house.
Were they samurai? Bandits? Or local people?
"—This awful rain!"
"We need to play it by ear."
"The people inside... hehehe, they don't care if it's raining outside."
"On such a wet, rainy night, it's quite enviable..."
"Right now, this old couple is making love!"
"It's been three days and three nights... and they're still enjoying it... Oh, wait a minute."
"What's wrong!"
"I need to light a fire first. It's too dark in here; we can't just barge in like this."
So they tucked the fire pot under their arms.
A metallic clang was heard, and sparks danced a few times. The rain mixed with the strange smell of sulfur, and a small blue flame appeared.
But, with a "poof," it vanished.
"How could this be?"
"Maybe the wind is too strong!"
But they hadn't felt any wind inside.
Although they were suspicious, they didn't stop trying to light the fire.
But the second time, before the flame could even reach the torch, it went out again.
"What's going on?"
"Is it... too damp inside?"
The two exchanged strange glances.
Was there another pair of hostile eyes lurking in the shadows?
Suddenly, both of them turned around simultaneously!
Someone was wading through the darkness? Oh no, it was a small green monster leaping swiftly out of the pond, its round eyes glaring at them.
"It's a frog!"
"What a bastard!"
The shorter one attacked first.
But frogs are incredibly agile amphibians; with a leap, it returned to the pond.
Unconvinced, the two tried to light the fire a third time.
It was dusk, the room was dark and gloomy, and the light drizzle made visibility even worse.
But the sparks disappeared for the third time.
"This is really strange!"
At this moment, ripples appeared on the water's surface—was a black demon appearing?
It was a shadow different from the frog's.
But besides knowing it was a dark shadow, they had no way of knowing what it was.
The two abruptly turned around. Facing the disappearing white light.
The white blade seemed to have absorbed the frog's crimson flames, instantly knocking one of them down.
"Ah! Prepare to die..."
As the knife was drawn, his words turned into a horrifying scream!
Another atmosphere mingled with the rain—the stench of blood.
The figure in the darkness, like a ghost, remained motionless after stepping over the two corpses.
Had the figure melted into the twilight?
No one heard the victims' screams; even the trees and rockery remained expressionless.
Due to the pouring rain, the windows of the building were tightly closed.
Yoshimasa and Tomiko's naked bodies warmed the air inside.
Their passion was raging—
in the flames of their flesh, the trembling female body emitted a moan that could be heard even in the rain.
The room was already dim, but the two didn't even have time to light a lamp, leaving the lampstand to sleep alone.
The white naked body sometimes emitted lewd sounds like a cat or a dog, and in the heat of passion, she didn't notice the black figure silently entering the room again.
(Oh, is it using the Marazo wood?...)
The shadow moved like flowing black mist, approaching the bedside.
A pair of cold eyes silently observed everything.
No one noticed the presence of the shadowy figure—not Tomiko, not Yoshimasa.
*
Yoshimasa was already disillusioned, yet unable to give up.
In the past, he had been despised by Tomiko for his impotence, but now his exaggerated actions made her cry, feel distressed, wail, and sob. The once arrogant and powerful woman had transformed beneath him.
(She's just an ordinary, pitiful little thing now.)
Yoshimasa has regained his long-lost sense of superiority, and his confidence has soared.
(Puppet ninja—Hachiya Kama—I will always remember you!)
No elixir of immortality or aphrodisiac techniques could be more powerful than this kind of ninjutsu.
(Their wish—is to abolish the puppet status and restore the status of ordinary commoners…but puppets have always…)
This is not just a matter of the shogun's authority.
It's an ancient law! It's greater than any obstacle. (Puppet blood…) Can one truly become a commoner?
This is an old feudal society that values status and "bloodline," therefore, those of lowly blood can never escape its shackles. Even
as Yoshimasa and Tomiko are in a state of ecstasy, they can still think clearly.
(My lord, please don't overthink!)
Who is speaking?
(Could it be—)
Did he reveal his secret himself? But he shouldn't be muttering to himself during sex!
But the person speaking from the shadows had clearly seen through his thoughts.
Yet, there was no one around.
(—Does he know I want to break my promise to the puppet ninja?)
Yoshimasa was still hesitant!
(Fine, you can break the promise, but I'll strip you of your life force!)
In the darkness, the voice wasn't very clear.
But the thing in his lower body, solidified and erect from the heat, as if immersed in ice water, lost its erection and began to shrink…
He hadn't even ejaculated yet, and was about to—
"Ah! No!"
He was too shocked!
A feeling of humiliation filled his heart.
But panic was useless.
"Ah! This is too cruel to me… I… I don't want to…"
Tomiko was enjoying the increasing pleasure within her, like an arrow on a bowstring.
Suddenly, she felt a little lost.
Why did this moving pleasure suddenly disappear?
"Hey! What's wrong with you? You were fine just now!"
Yoshimasa blushed.
His inferiority complex had resurfaced. He absolutely couldn't bear failure again; another failure would be too much of a blow to him.
But such things can't withstand anxiety; the more anxious he becomes, the less effective he gets, until finally he completely loses his ability and his ugly side is revealed.
"You still can't do it! You're unworthy to be a husband!"
"Wait! Tomiko, I have a way!"
"Hahaha, give up! You said you were determined to reclaim the general's position, but stop dreaming!"
She cursed as she grabbed the fine clothes from beside the bed.
A pair of starry eyes burned with unsatisfied anger.
"Wait! Hey! Don't go."
The calls finally weakened.
Yoshimasa's pleading eyes longed to see Hema's shadow again.
After Tomiko went downstairs, a swaying black shadow suddenly appeared on the wall, whooshing past him.
"Ah! Is it someone from the Puppet Clan?"
The shadow abruptly turned to look at him. A slight smile appeared, a deep mockery, before vanishing like smoke.
Tomiko was eager to return home.
But sitting in the oxcart, she was helpless.
This was a betel nut oxcart pulled by strong, plump black oxen.
In ancient times, riding in oxcarts and sedan chairs was restricted by status. Only four or more people below the Emperor could ride in such a carriage. Although Tomiko's status and identity did not match, she was a person who abused her power.
She even had no worries about the "Imperial Son" reserved exclusively for the Emperor.
"Can't these beasts go a little faster?"
The person in the carriage was clearly extremely impatient.
"Yes...yes, but these oxen..."
"Hurry up!"
Ieji and the swordswoman were both waiting outside.
How she wished she could return to the Flower Palace as soon as possible!
But the unextinguished feelings of love once again disturbed her (Should I call the swordswoman in...?) The passion within her made her restless...
(As for the Lord...) For the sake of the next Shogun's position, she had to hold onto the Lord's heart tightly.
Tomiko, in the carriage, bit her red lips, pondering the future political situation.
(Shouldn't the future shogun's position be given to Yoshimasa?)
He could take her place as her own son, but Tomiko thought a younger generation was more suitable.
Tomiko also had another son, Yoshikaku of Daikakuji Temple, the son of the Emperor.
(Yoshikaku is good, but he will never amount to a great military commander...) Her mind was becoming increasingly chaotic.
This feeling of anxiety stemmed from the physiological reaction of her interrupted passion.
A figure seemed to be moving in her mind.
Was she having a nightmare? But...
(—Have you thought of a suitable candidate for the future shogun?)
A ghostly voice reached her ears.
"..."
It came from inside the oxcart.
The voice wasn't coming from outside. But Tomiko was the only one in the oxcart!
She was somewhat startled.
However, the voice sounded again.
(Don't be afraid, I am Genyasai...)
"Oh, I thought you had returned to the village of Hook."
"That's because I'm ashamed to face anyone. My men have failed in their duties, I'm truly ashamed!"
"I should punish you... with the Eight-Part Cleavage!"
"Yes! You deserve it, but I think that after the new general ascends the throne, we, the Koga clan, can assist him from the sidelines..."
"Well—"
"But let me first dispel the pent-up frustration in your heart, General!"
"Fentment... what do you mean?"
"General, haven't you noticed? When a woman is in the throes of passion, her eyelids appear heavier than usual."
Yes, she is currently suffering from the torment of desire! Suddenly, a monster leaped swiftly under the embroidered curtain.
It was a frog!
Was it a frog from the pond?
Then several frogs leaped in one after another, quickly burrowing into her skirt.
Tomiko couldn't help but groan!
Her words were drawn out, as if in ecstasy, as if in agony.
A frog, hidden inside her skirt, wriggled strangely between her legs. Tomiko's upper body trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, and even her cherry lips twisted.
Mmm… Although she was trying her best to restrain herself, her expression was unusually excited, fine white foam dribbling from the corners of her mouth… Her beautiful face was as red as an October maple leaf.
Her breasts swayed like waves as she reached out to caress her high, firm nipples, seemingly reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, even her slender waist swaying lightly…
In boundless ecstasy, Tomiko slowly regained her senses.
Satisfied, she returned to her usual aloofness. Genyasai's voice echoed in her ears again.
(—How was it! Did you like Koga Ninpo's *Rainy Night Frog*?)
"Yes! I'm very satisfied…"
Soon, she returned to her previous thoughts.
"I know who to appoint as general; he's the best candidate!"
This image clearly surfaced in her mind.
The harsh and tyrannical rule and heavy taxes of ancient emperors caused widespread suffering among the people, and the examples of those who have suffered for this are still frequently seen today. Especially those in power who, for their own wealth and luxury, often commit acts of harassment and oppression of the people—a phenomenon that has remained unchanged throughout history, both in the East and the West.
Hino Tomiko, a once-favored female general in the imperial harem, spared no expense to preserve her youthful beauty, spending countless amounts of gold to acquire secret medicines from various countries and indulging in elaborate beauty treatments, including using ingredients like hot spring flowers, nightingale droppings, and loofah water.
However, these efforts could not maintain her youth, and she gradually aged and lost her beauty.
She was in a state of extreme imbalance, both physically and mentally.
She showed no mercy to the people, exhausted by the chaos of the times and suffering from heavy taxes.
Their grievances had absolutely no effect on this female general.
A famous line from the Five Dynasties period in Chinese history aptly describes her actions: "Extorting the people, accumulating millions in wealth."
Tomiko's vast fortune came from the bitter tears of the people.
In the slums, people sold their children and abandoned their elderly to survive; the sick groaned in agony. Yet, in the brocade palace of the "Flower Palace," amidst a profusion of flowers and the fragrance of perfume, Tomiko indulged in a horrifying feast of wine and meat.
Sometimes, on a whim, she would still invite civil and military officials to the Muromachi Palace, where courtesans
would perform erotic dances, presenting an image of a peaceful and prosperous era. Meanwhile, all the ministers and lords, seeking to expand their territories, secretly prepared all sorts of bribes, hoping to win the favor of the female shogun and secure immediate promotions.
One night, someone secretly inscribed a poem at the Muromachi Imperial Palace: "
Five hundred taels of stalactite, eight hundred bushels of pepper
, unknown to the feudal lords;
those who pity the people, fearing oppression, will soon
see a hundred flowers bloom in profusion." This poem, however, tainted
the poem's meaning, boldly criticizing the oppressive government's bribery and disregard for the people's plight, like a wicked villain trampling on the flowers.
But this poem would never reach Tomiko's eyes,
for the ink had long since been slashed away before it even dried.
Even if it reached her ears, it would be of no use.
She was, in essence, a complete and utter female tyrant.
And not satisfied with these small bribes, her desires were like a bottomless abyss.
She used various pretexts to extort money. For example, she allowed the daimyo of various provinces to monopolize the five grains, rice, and wheat, and under the pretext of building the imperial palace, she levied exorbitant taxes throughout the five regions, such as building taxes and arrow taxes, ruthlessly seizing wealth from the impoverished people.
Even more ridiculous, she set up seven checkpoints on her way out of the capital, levying a toll at each one.
Of course, to her, customs duties (kido sen) were merely a trivial matter.
Gradually, she escalated her actions, setting up checkpoints in the territories of various feudal lords and levying heavy taxes.
This was not merely about tax revenue; a deeper purpose was to monitor the actions of the ministers and prevent them from rebelling.
However—
these seven checkpoints leading to the Tokaido were the busiest routes for travelers, and a group of people were slowly making their way towards the checkpoint at Omi, Yamashiro.
Five mounted masters, followed by seven or eight attendants.
They were all samurai, armed and carrying quivers.
Along the way, they encountered countless travelers who warned them,
"If you don't pay, your lives will be in immediate danger."
"Don't pass through that checkpoint."
"They are ruthless executioners."
The weather on this road grew increasingly gloomy.
Homer's three heads guarded the central treasure.
Carrying the iron-framed box was a Tang-style chest.
Inside, there must have been gold and silver collected from all over.
Yes, it must be a gold chest being transported.
Along this journey, not only bandits and mountain brigands, but even ordinary people passing by had to be especially wary and careful, and could not afford to be careless.
The long sword on his body gleamed sharply in the sunlight.
"Look!—that must be a gold chest."
Someone said mockingly.
Three men, in order to pass through the checkpoint, squatted by the roadside, gulping down wine from red gourds.
Bamboo baskets carrying fish from all directions appeared with a creaking sound. They were fishermen from Hunan, going to the capital to sell their fish, and preparing to go home after passing the market.
"What else might be in that chest besides gold?"
"Yes? I'm afraid we'll be robbed halfway there."
"Don't be so loud, people will definitely think we're going to pull off a heist."
One of them whispered.
"Hahaha, we're just a bunch of skinny pine trees!"
"Sir, are you familiar with the stamina of horses..."
Amidst the conversation, a woman turned to look.
This woman sat on a horse led by a samurai wearing an eboshi hat.
(Skinny pine trees...)
Hearing this, she couldn't help but furrow her delicate eyebrows, making her appear even more charming.
The beautiful woman from the city of Ichi-no-Kasa came from the streets of Fushimi.
They reached this fork in the road; one way led to the Kyoto route, and the other to Fushimi-Nara.
Most of the travelers heading downhill crossed the pass and went to Otsu.
The beautiful woman from the city of Ichi-no-Kasa was in a hurry, constantly overtaking the crowds.
They had already passed fishmongers and traders who had paid for their goods, and hadn't even stopped to rest or have a sip of tea before reaching the Seki-no-Mikoto of the grasslands.
The samurai leading the horse was a very fat and burly man with a clean-shaven face and a chest as prominent as a woman's.
After traveling at full speed, both man and horse were exhausted, and they were breathing heavily.
“Alright, now we can relax a bit. We’ve finally arrived.”
“Yes! I hope we weren’t discovered.”
The woman said, wiping away beads of sweat with her light blue cloak.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been watching the whole way.”
The warrior said, suddenly attacking the woman!
The woman lost her balance on her horse, her slender body swaying violently. The silk reins fell to the ground, and she almost fell off.
“Ah!”
A strange expression crossed the samurai's face.
"Hahaha, it's alright, don't be afraid."
He embraced the soft, fragrant woman
in his arms. His strong arms carried the beautiful woman to the overgrown weeds by the roadside and set her down.
Then his fat face rudely lowered itself, searching for her red lips.
"No!"
"Hahaha, don't be shy, hahaha!"
There was no one around.
But after the samurai's laughter, a clear, womanly laugh rang out.
A woman who appeared strong and graceful had somehow appeared beside them.
She was the swordswoman of the Muromachi Bureau, also known as the stone woman of the Koga school.
The woman from the city of Kasa was named O-Tsuru, the younger sister of Kurama Shizuka. She
had come here on Tomiko's secret orders.
"Don't linger here and indulge in pleasure, hurry up and get going!"
Urged by the stone woman, O-Tsuru tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in her lower back caused her to slump back down.
"Would you like to rest a bit more?"
"But it's still quite a journey to Mino from here."
"Yes...please."
"Alright, let me lend you a hand!"
The stone woman's hands were like a man's.
She let A-He lie comfortably in the soft green grass, massaging her from her full, honey-like buttocks down to her waist.
A-He was only sixteen years old, and her soft skin couldn't help but change slightly in the stone woman's hands.
A-He closed her big, watery eyes in infinite ecstasy.
Her skin, wiped of sweat—between her pink neck and chest—was filled with a charming breath.
With a slender waist and rounded buttocks, this innocent girl exuded a fresh, sweet fragrance.
The stone woman couldn't help but swallow.
Suddenly, her throat felt inexplicably thirsty, and the heavy men's armor she wore pressed against her chest, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
As if trying to dispel the erotic thoughts in her mind, she shook her head forcefully.
"Have you seen any suspicious people along the way?"
"No... but I heard people talking about 'thin pines'..." "
Thin pines? What does that mean..."
"Yes. 'Thin pines' are thieves who fail in their missions; those who succeed are called 'fat pines'."
"Hahaha, that's an interesting metaphor."
The stone woman laughed, but suddenly changed her tone and said, "Do you remember the master's matter?"
"Ah, it's Shizuka..."
"Alright, that's enough."
The stone woman's thick lips twisted strangely.
Shizuka was always very satisfied with her skin, always getting plenty of pleasure from it.
(Fortunately, the stone woman accompanied her on this journey...)
On this long journey through Mino, the stone woman sometimes felt a little strange. She was strong-willed, no less so than a man, and always patiently waited for her opportunity.
But now, unexpectedly, her emotions were too high, and she could no longer suppress them.
"O-Tsuru..."
she whispered in O-Tsuru's ear.
“Those strange pedestrians, perhaps they are the puppet regime…”
“Ah…”
“In such a hurried journey, we must be careful not to be ambushed. If necessary, we should avoid being seen. How about this, let’s hide at the Myojin Shrine for a while.”
Due to her weakness and the pain in her back, A-He didn’t even have the strength to refuse, and could only obediently let herself be.
The horses were parked at a farmhouse near the Myojin Shrine.
The Ashikaga Shogun’s spies were very powerful in this area, so they had to be especially careful.
The Stone Woman urged A-He to hurry to the shrine.
The shrine was now completely abandoned. In chaotic times, it was clear that the power and influence of religion had vanished.
Only in later generations did people have a great interest in visiting temples and shrines. In the ancient world where famine led to cannibalism, no one had unwavering faith in the existence of gods.
The Stone Woman led A-He into the abandoned shrine.
"You can rest easy here."
"If... someone dares to attack at this time... especially those puppet ninjas, we will be outnumbered and die here..."
"Hahaha, don't be afraid, the Stone Woman will protect you."
"Yes."
"Quickly take off your clothes..."
The Stone Woman removed her heavy armor.
Then she grabbed A-He's hand and moved closer.
"Is it... someone will..."
"No one will come at this time... because they won't get away with it."
The Stone Woman pulled open A-He's clothes and hugged her tightly.
A-He began to resist slightly, but this only aroused the Stone Woman's lust.
A-He's breasts were alluring, and the Stone Woman's bony hands couldn't resist unbuttoning her clothes...
The east side of the Myojin Shrine was sunny and warm.
Through the tattered paper door, one could vaguely see the alluring spring.
The Stone Woman's hands—as much as possible caressed the skin of a woman, especially the mysterious bushes, she kept poking them with her fingers, and A-He could only frown and grit her teeth to endure it.
A-He couldn't resist. Perhaps it was Shizuka's doing, especially in this desolate countryside, with someone like Shi-Nv by her side…
(What if they were caught…)
Fine beads of sweat glistened on her half-naked body.
Suddenly, A-He had an ominous sixth sense… Through the broken lattice window, a pair of bright eyes were watching their every move.
Yes, they were eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
"Ah!"
A-He cried out, her body suddenly shrinking back.
"Oh? Does it hurt?"
"No, no! Someone is spying on us."
"Really?"
Shi-Nv quickly turned around and looked around.
There was no suspicious figure, nothing at all.
"Nobody…"
"But, I really saw it…"
"You're being too sensitive."
"No, it's true."
A threatening atmosphere suddenly arose around them.
Shi-Nv's muscles contracted, and her desire slowly cooled.
However, Shi-Nv hadn't completely given up.
Although the passion had disappeared, anger flared up.
"If someone really dares to spy on me, I will definitely take their head."
The stone woman quickly slipped back into her purple leather robe, a small knife in her hand, and ran outside the temple.
She searched her surroundings for anyone suspicious.
The weeds were tall and deep.
Only a few dead mountain dogs remained; the mountain area was desolate.
She gripped the knife tightly, her feet moving swiftly across the surrounding area.
But she found nothing.
Who was spying on her?
(Was she truly oblivious?)
How strange.
Could it be—
(Haven't you noticed me yet?)
Just as she was filled with doubt, a strange male voice suddenly rang out.
"..."
(I saw everything! Hahaha...)
"Who is it!"
Her knife was ready to strike.
But there was no figure, only an echo, a mocking voice, like a whisper in the wind—
(—Hahaha, I didn't expect you women to be so adorable when you're being affectionate.)
The stone woman's pink face flushed red.
Her beautiful, bloodshot eyes desperately stared at the surrounding grass, trees, and rocks.
Yes! It was a shadow!
Upon seeing the blurry, strange figure, the Stone Woman's anger exploded, and she leaped away.
She landed in the center of the grass.
The shadow seemed to have fled at the first sign of her. Perhaps fearing the Stone Woman's fierce attack? It swiftly moved from one tree to another, hiding in the shade.
But the Stone Woman was no slouch either. Her gleaming blade flashed like a crescent moon in the grass, pursuing the shadow in its wake.
Perhaps the blade was even faster.
Unbeknownst to her, the Stone Woman had already chased it into the dense forest. When she emerged from the woods, she saw a babbling brook. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the shadow and leaped across it.
Diagonally opposite was a bamboo grove.
The shadow had already crossed the stream and disappeared into the bamboo forest.
"Don't run!"
The knife flashed with a sharp light. Enraged, she chopped down the bamboo stalks blocking her path, and the bamboo fell with a snap. The shadow's light-footed skills were undoubtedly superb; he skillfully weaved through the bamboo forest as he fled. Suddenly, the Stone Maiden spotted a direction and charged forward.
She used the immense elasticity of the bamboo to make long leaps.
Unfortunately, the bamboo forest was too dense. Otherwise, with her chilling killing intent, wouldn't she have already killed him?
However, strangely enough, the shadow didn't pause because of the bamboo forest, moving nimbly through it with a few light steps.
But an opportunity arose; the figure was less than three feet away from her.
"You can't escape now!"
She thrust her blade at his head—what a perfect killing arc! But a powerful male hand attacked her! She thought the enemy's head would fall, but with a clang, the blade broke off at his neck!
"Take this!"
The Stone Maiden threw the broken blade at him and leaped up from the ground.
She removed her tight-fitting armor. The Stone Maiden carefully observed the enemy's movements.
What on earth was going on? A shadow suddenly darted out from beneath her.
Ah! The stone woman tried to leap up quickly, but in an instant, her body couldn't move an inch.
(...Hehehehe, look! This is the elusive "Water Goose" technique, how about it? Not bad, right? Want to try the ninja technique "One Night Bamboo Shoot"?)
It must be one of those fishmongers. The stone woman desperately wanted to turn around to see the enemy's face, but she was bound face down in a spread-eagle position and couldn't move at all. At this moment, the enemy began to strip off her clothes.

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