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"It's time to commit suicide..." I thought, looking at the battlefield where my soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.

As the daughter of the lord of Oyama Castle, Komatsu-hime, having been defeated, should die bravely.

"Seppuku might be too late..." Removing my armor would take time, and the enemy would soon be upon
me, and there would be no one to act as my second...

Without a second, death would be excruciating, but that wasn't why I hesitated. Seppuku wouldn't kill me instantly, and it would be too humiliating

for the enemy soldiers to see me writhing and groaning amidst the blood and gore . "I'll just cut my neck vein and end it all." Having made up my mind, I drew the short sword from my waist and brought it to my neck. "Father, Mother, farewell..." I closed my eyes, feeling my chest rise and fall once more, ready... "Wait!" I could have ignored him completely and plunged the sword in. But my hand holding the sword stopped. I opened my eyes and saw that person standing not far in front of me. He was probably in his forties, blind in his left eye, which was covered by a sword hilt. He wore a Fudo Myo , and judging from his black ceremonial armor, he was likely a general in command. "Why are you interfering with my suicide? How rude!" I shouted. He only chuckled dryly, then sat down on a folding stool that a nearby soldier had placed for him. "If you're going to die like this, no one can stop you." "Damn it!" My eyes felt like they were about to burst with flames. "Isn't that right? If you want to commit suicide, just stab me; you don't need to pay any attention to me. You're not dead because you still have regrets." "What did you say!?" He chuckled again. "No wonder, dying so young, without even experiencing the pleasures of love." I was furious, not answering him, but noticing my hand trembling as I gripped the sword. "You're talking nonsense!" "Do you really think so, Miss Komatsuhime?" He then opened his right eye, which wasn't blind, wide . So he knew my identity. I shuddered. His gaze was like a sword piercing my soul; I felt naked , utterly exposed. "If you really want to die, I, Suzukaku Yubei, can do it for you. With a flash of my katana, your head will fall. Need my help?" "…………" "Or do you want me to fulfill your unfulfilled wish first? Offer your body; such a beautiful body shouldn't be killed as a virgin. After I've let you enjoy the pleasures of love, if you still wish to die , I will grant your wish." "You bastard!" I turned the sword that was pointing at my own neck to him and charged at him like a madman . I immediately knew I'd been tricked. It would be easy for him to take me down. Why was I so stupid? But was I really stupid? Or was he right? I didn't want to die? At least not immediately. I know I am beautiful, and I know I am unwilling to let this beautiful body lie in a pool of blood before it has been properly cherished. I know that as the daughter of a defeated city lord, I cannot live, but the moment I opened my eyes and saw this man, I had already decided to let him hold me! "Hold me! Then kill me!" I said to him with my eyes. He smiled. He easily dodged my thrust, firmly gripping my wrist... "Mmm..." I lost my last strength and fell into his arms. The short sword was taken away, and he began to strip off my armor... The gauntlets were removed first, and I did not resist at all ... The high belt and the sash on my back were untied, the two shoulder armors were pulled apart, and then the chest, flanks, and torso armor were easily stripped off... My arms were held firmly by two soldiers, while others were busy removing my greaves, shoes, and white socks ... "Ah..." A desperate sound escaped my throat. He personally stripped off my white butterfly-patterned haori, leaving me only in my snow-white blouse and underpants. "Nothing on, is it?" he said, pressing his hand against one of my breasts through my blouse. "Ah..." The thugs who had been gripping my arms tightly had already released their hold, but I had lost the will to resist. His hand had slipped inside the collar of my blouse, and when his palm touched my thin breast wrap, his brow furrowed slightly, as if slightly displeased that it hindered his wanton humiliation. But soon, my last line of defense was breached. The breast wrap was ripped off, and at the same time, my snow-white blouse slipped down my shoulders, revealing my round breasts . His hands continued to knead my breasts, and I gasped for breath, my eyes tightly closed. Soon, I felt myself being lifted up by the waist. I opened my eyes and found myself being carried towards the center of the bedclothes where my father had been. This was once the place where my father commanded his army, but now it is littered with corpses. They were all warriors and servants who sacrificed themselves to protect my father. At that time, I was leading my female warriors in a charge against the enemy's flank. But we failed; all my female warriors perished, and only I survived. No! It cannot be called survival. I merely survived in humiliation. And my father, seeing that the battle was beyond saving, retreated towards the castle. And now, it seems I will be defiled by the enemy general right in the middle of my father's curtain. The curtain is made of cloth embroidered with my family crest, covering three sides, except for the south side. That is to say, others can see my humiliation from that direction. He put me on the ground, and then, with the help of two soldiers, removed my armor. I watched him remove the pieces of armor one by one, until only a white loincloth remained. Only then did I realize that I was just like him: only a loincloth covering my lower body. "Kill me..." I whispered. He chuckled dryly and ignored me. He helped me into a half-kneeling position facing him. I completely lost the will to struggle and let him do as he pleased.

He placed my feet on his shoulders, ripped off our loincloths, and then thrust in hard!

"Ah...it hurts!..."

He chuckled, "It won't hurt in a bit."

I endured it, knowing he had taken my virginity.

It didn't matter anyway; soon I'd just be a corpse.

He continued thrusting...

he was right, the pain lessened...and then...

"Ah...ah..."

I bit my lower lip, trying to stop the moans that came from my lust.

But I failed.

"This is my first and last time indulging in lust, let me be a wanton woman for once
..." I thought.

"Ah...no...don't...don't...stop..."

He thrust even harder, his hands around my waist, his eyes fixed on my trembling breasts
...

finally...

he threw me to the ground...

I lay naked on the ground, panting,

the crimson stains on my thighs a testament to my virginity.

"Want to die?" he asked.

I didn't answer immediately.

A fierce struggle raged in my mind: once I died, there would be no second chance, but…

“Let me die.” I finally calmed down.

Enough.

Life is only once, like cherry blossoms blooming and falling.

If I linger, I will only become a more wretched person.

“What a pity,” he said.

“Seppuku, or suicide?”

I shook my head.

“I have lost the right to commit suicide as a female warrior. Please execute me like a lowly female criminal.”

“What? Really?”

I nodded fiercely.

Yes, really! Only in this way can I be my true self.

Stop pretending to be the lord's daughter who bravely committed suicide.

I am just a slut!

A slut, deserves to die!

I knelt up and automatically placed my hands behind my back.

They bound me with thick ropes, the ropes crossing my chest and tightly binding my breasts,
making them appear even more prominent.

"Take me out! I don't want to be tortured in my father's veil!"

They led me to the right side of the battlefield, where they had dug a mass grave for a thousand men and thrown in all the fallen
. Most of their armor had been stripped off; some were only wearing loincloths, and many were naked,
including my female warriors.

"Fine!"

I was made to kneel beside the pit, forced to look at the faces of the dead.

After being beheaded, I was buried with them, not the lord's daughter or her subordinates, only the corpses of the slain, buried
together , rotting together, becoming food for maggots!

Of course, I knew there would be one exception: as the lord's daughter, my head would certainly be displayed on the execution rack
.

Oh well.

I closed my eyes, imagining myself splattering blood ten steps away, my body rolling down the slope to the top of the pile in the pit, and then
my head being displayed.

Would I close my eyes peacefully? Or would I, in the final moment, contort my face with terror?

I heard the sound of him drawing his katana…

I opened my eyes again, and what I saw was my wretched and pathetic state: a naked body, heaving breasts
…

“Miss Komatsuhime, are you ready?”

“Thank you,” I said to him.

Then, I closed my eyes one last time, bowing my head to the slaughter…

The sound of the katana cutting through the air was like the mournful cry of a piccolo…

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