The Regret of Female Ninja Anzu

"No matter how much you call, it's no use!"

The samurai next to her grabbed the girl's long ponytail and viciously slapped her face two or three times,
until her cheeks were swollen and red, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The girl who was slapped had an oval face. Although her cheeks were slightly chubby, her face shape was very beautiful. She had double
eyelids , almond-shaped eyes with slightly pointed inner and outer corners, a straight nose, and a small mouth with a thin upper lip and a thick lower lip,
the corners of her mouth curving upwards like a bow.

Her ponytail was tied with purple cotton cloth, and she was wearing the striped purple dress of the city's maids. She was a delicate beauty.

"Lord! I have no idea..."

"Shut up! Violet! No! I should call you Anzumi." The lord in the middle reprimanded the maid in a very serious
tone .

The maid in front of her was very surprised and accidentally blurted out, "...How did you know..."

Anzumi (あさね) Yes, Anzumi was the maid's real name.

In truth, Anzu already knew. Denying it

to that lord

was pointless…

From the moment he had his hands bound with rough straw rope and shoved
into ,

Anzu's intuition told her the mission had failed…

Actually, nothing mattered anymore. From the moment the lord presented all the evidence Anzu had given him regarding his treason
, any protests were futile.

From that moment, Anzu suddenly realized her fate. She knew that as a female ninja, death
was perhaps inevitable.

And being caught spying on him meant certain death.

In this chaotic world, some things were beyond her control. That lord, the fierce man yelling at Anzu,

was the person Anzu was ordered to investigate.

Anzu recalled that he was the lord of this castle—Miyoshi, the daimyo who ruled over the entire Yamashiro region, and
she was his servant.

Anzu knew he hadn't treated her badly. To obtain evidence of his betrayal, she diligently ingratiated herself with the lord
, finally securing a few opportunities to serve him in bed.

She remembered the lord praising her slender, firm figure, unlike most girls, lacking excess
fat, with a healthy complexion, possessing a wild beauty.

In truth, although Anzu was still young, years of rigorous training had given her a
mature body, making her suitable for the seduction tasks, which she always performed admirably.

Last night, Anzu again made herself like a wild animal, lying prone on the ground, allowing the lord to enter and exit her private parts and rear. She

vigorously kneaded her firm breasts, her shameless legs tightly hooking around the lord's strong
back muscles, thrusting forcefully, receiving the lord's caresses
and pleasure as waves of increasingly intense pleasure emanated from her groin.

"Ahhhhhh!"

In her dazed state, Anzu let out a cry that she least wanted anyone to hear, letting the lord
kiss her private parts that she didn't want anyone to see. The young Anzu's mind was consumed by lust.

Who knew that after a night of revelry, she would be dragged into this cage like a wild beast today? Anzu truly regretted
not taking matters into her own hands and poisoning him yesterday after obtaining evidence of his wrongdoing.

"Execute her," the lord said coldly.

"Yes," the samurai beside her responded in unison .

"Sir! Shouldn't we torture her?"

"Anyway, she can't say anything more, and the plan hasn't been leaked. Execute her."

"Yes! Then carry it out immediately," the samurai responded.

Although Anzu knew that death was the inevitable end, facing death at the young and beautiful age of sixteen
, her legs still felt weak and trembling, and she couldn't stand up anymore.

To her surprise, the castle lord looked at Anzu coldly and said, "Anzu, are you afraid of death? I used to think ninjas weren't afraid of death
. The ninjas the Hosokawa family hired are no exception."

Anzu asked in confusion, "But how could they... know my real name... and... have obtained what I've already sent out
..."

Anzu couldn't understand why the situation had suddenly reversed. She couldn't even understand death.

The castle lord laughed, "You should thank the person we captured who came to pick you up, that gardener. Thanks to that
man confessing everything, you don't have to suffer torture."

Anzu was stunned. A name popped into her mind amidst the chaos. Was it Takemaru? The castle lord was talking about
Takemaru? Did he betray her? Impossible.

Seeing her blank expression, the castle lord continued, "Hmph, don't you understand? He's already gone to that world to wait for
you. Go find your comrades now."

"Ah, what...!"

Anzu understood, she understood everything!

Takemaru must have been severely tortured after being captured, and he confessed.

Anzu thought to herself that she had acted out of lust and killed the lord before obtaining any evidence! She deserved to die!

"Anything else to say?" the lord asked.

Anzu looked at the lord and said firmly, "I only ask for a swift death."

The lord thought, "Oh? Your eyes have become fierce. No wonder you're the woman I've been with!"

Anzu had a complete awakening!

Takemaru and her mission had failed; even her identity and purpose had been exposed. She was worthless in this world. Thinking this, the fear that had trembled and weakened vanished; instead, she had the courage to die
to uphold her last dignity as a female ninja . 　　And so, a samurai removed the purple maid's robe that Anzu wore, signifying her status as the lord's servant. 　　All that remained was a white, sheer linen undergarment, revealing her skin beneath. The upper body was a muscular tunic with sleeves reaching only to the elbows, and the lower body a skirt that reached her ankles, covering Anzu's firm hips and thighs, and also revealing her slender calves down to her ankles . Between her tabi socks and anklets was the only part of Anzu's lower body where her skin was exposed. 　　Another samurai approached, carrying a rope used for binding prisoners. He fiercely pulled Anzu's hands behind her back , forcefully folding them behind her back, palms and elbows aligned and interlocking, then tightly wrapping the rope around her elbows. 　　After binding her hands, he took a thick rope, wrapped it around her neck in a tight loop, pulled it down to drape it above Anzu's breasts, wrapped it tightly around her arms, and then wrapped it again below her breasts.

The rope tightened so much that Anzu felt breathless, and sweat poured down her forehead and face
. It only stopped

when the rope was pulled taut behind her back. The samurai tied a knot with great force around Anzu's lower back and elbows, crossed it, and pulled out the last section
, letting it dangle down to Anzu's left thigh.

Anzu appeared unaffected, but the rope was actually very painful!

She felt the straw rope digging deep into her flesh on her upper arms and hands!

Anzu looked down at her chest; her thin white clothes were tightly bound with straw rope, her chest
heaving rapidly as she struggled to breathe, and sweat beaded on her neck.

Her firm breasts appeared even more prominent, the sweat-soaked fabric clinging to her skin,
revealing the rounded contours of her breasts.

The brown nipples were faintly visible in the bulges.

Anzu immediately felt her face burning, a slight dampness seeping between her legs, and even her breasts swelling with heat,
making her nipples appear even more prominent to onlookers.

The samurai tied another straw rope to her calf and grabbed Anzu's ponytail, but the lord stopped him.

"Keep it." Anzu's hair, tied back in a purple cotton ponytail,
matched my purple maid's outfit.

Anzu realized she had forgotten that the cloth had the lord's crest embroidered on it.

She glared at the lord and shouted, "I don't want to be tied to this cloth with the crest!"

"Shut up!" The fierce samurai suddenly slapped Anzu four times across the face, making her dizzy
and sway.

"Enough nonsense! Head to the execution ground," the lord announced.

"Go!" the samurai said fiercely, pulling hard on the rope that had come out from behind Anzu's waist. Anzu
felt her body being pulled forward by a huge force!

The journey to death was slow. The path from the cage to the execution ground was full of withered yellow
leaves . Her straw sandals rustled as they stepped on the fallen leaves.

Amidst the falling leaves, this young female ninja was about to face death. Anzu, on
this path to her demise, felt a pang of sadness.

She was unwilling… unwilling not to die, but to understand something.

Death itself wasn't frightening; what was frightening was the irreversible regret.

Infiltrating intelligence gathering was inherently dangerous. Whether it was the gardener disguised as Takemaru, who was killed, or
herself disguised as a maid, she had been deeply educated in ninja ways since childhood, willingly sacrificing her chastity for mission success without
a single regret.

Anzu knew that Takemaru's support was crucial to her missions, but the Jonin had imposed a rule against falling in love with
her childhood friend and fellow disciple, Takemaru!

Even though she and Takemaru had confirmed their feelings for each other, the ninja's rules made their love a
burden. All they could do was silently support each other on missions.

Even just once...

The thought that she could have sex with any man for a mission, yet had never even caressed
her Takemaru, filled Anzu's heart with unbearable bitterness...

Perhaps she should die and follow Takemaru. But where would the soul of a ninja who had killed so many go? Anzu knew her
final would be hell.

"We've arrived," a cold voice snapped Anzu back to reality.

The execution ground was a small courtyard surrounded by walls. The courtyard was paved with smooth stone slabs, covered with
a thick layer of yellow sand. In the center of the courtyard was a small patch of unpaved ground, next to which lay a mat.

In front of the mat, a square area was enclosed by wood and filled with straw. A samurai-dressed executioner
stood there, holding a katana.

Anzu was led onto the straw mat. The samurai leading the way handed the rope to the executioner, while the lord watched from
a distance seated on a chair.

"Kneel!" The samurai leading the way suddenly kicked Anzu behind the knee, forcing her to kneel immediately. Even though
she was on a straw mat, the sudden kneeling still hurt, and she wiggled her hips.

The executioner brandished his sword and said, "I am the best swordsman here. I can easily
cut off . I just beheaded one not long ago."

As he spoke, he pointed to the side. Anzu looked over and saw a corpse wrapped in a straw mat, revealing two
thick thighs. Next to it lay a man's head, half-open

, staring ahead. Anzu's eyes widened in shock. The corpse was Takemaru!

Anzu suddenly felt a surge of reluctance to die, a conflict with her earlier suicidal thoughts. She began
to wonder what would happen to her body after she died—would she be wrapped in a straw mat like Takemaru, or would she be left exposed to the elements
…?

The executioner continued, “Normally, we should dig a pit first, let the severed heads fall into it, clean them,
and then display them in public. But this is the lord's courtyard, so we can only use a wooden frame
as a special treatment for you.”

The lord's voice came from behind: “Announcing the death sentence of—the spy criminal—female ninja Anzu. Execution—”

Her death was imminent.

Anzu suddenly remembered Takemaru's head watching her from behind, and she didn't know where the courage came from.

With a forceful shake of her head and a twist of her waist, she tossed her ponytail to the side, revealing her slender,
sweat-beaded neck above her collar…

Anzu was completely focused, devoid of any thoughts. She was acutely
aware , no longer plagued by anxieties or a sense of emptiness, calmly facing the present
moment.

“Prisoner, behead!” the executioner samurai roared.

Anzu leaned forward, her chest heaving.

Besides feeling the weight of her breasts, amidst the intense tension and thoughts, her neck and body were drenched
in sweat, a sensation of body heat and external cold.

Then, Anzu suddenly felt a chill on her previously cool, sweaty neck, followed by a burning sensation
, a spinning sensation in her ears, a dizzying darkness, and a searing pain.

The beheading proceeded smoothly; the executioner samurai dutifully severed her head with a single stroke.

Apricot's head landed precisely in the enclosure in front, embraced by a thick layer of straw.

Sweat streamed down Anzu's forehead, her once rosy complexion turning ashen. She clenched her teeth, her eyes wide,
staring ahead.

The straw absorbed the blood from her severed neck, quickly turning her face ashen. Her vision, blurred
by , obscured her vision, and she could see nothing. Her clenched teeth loosened, and soon, Anzu's blood-stained
, ashen face was expressionless and still.

Simultaneously, a torrent of blood gushed from the severed neck
, hissing and spraying in a fan shape, staining her white upper garment crimson.

Her body, now out of control, suddenly sprang up, twisting her slender waist, her chest thrusting out. She went from kneeling forward
to kneeling upright on the ground, her buttocks resting on her own feet, the rope binding her clothes and making her breasts stand even
higher.

Her limbs twitched and trembled aimlessly. Her hands, bound to her lower back, clenched together, her slender
fingers slowly scratching, as if trying to grasp something.

The cypress-handed woman, who had been watching like a spectator, finally kicked Anzu from the side, causing the headless corpse to
fall to its side.

The body on the ground continued to move, its dying struggles causing it to arch backward repeatedly, its thighs pulled
back and straightened, kicking violently until its straw sandals flew off.

A wet circle appeared between her white inner skirt and her buttocks, then expanded, turning into yellow filth.
Then , a large amount of liquid flowed from beneath her buttocks, and she urinated into a
small puddle on the sand, oblivious to the stares of those around her.

"The prisoner is executed!"

The samurai acting as executioner grabbed Anzu's head by the horse's tail, placed it on a wooden tray to present to the lord for inspection. 　　Anzu's body ,
lying to the side, continued to twitch its legs, oozing blood and excrement, until finally falling silent and ceasing all movement. 　　Several samurai wrapped the headless female corpse on the straw mat and placed it next to Takemaru. They then carried Anzu's headless body, wrapped in a straw mat, along with Takemaru's corpse to the designated area, waiting for the blood to be drained before final cleaning. 　　The old farmhand responsible for undressing and washing accepted both corpses, but he was most interested in the headless female ninja's body! 　　The old man slowly removed the straw ropes binding her body and took off her thin white hemp undergarment. 　　"What a pity, such a body!" the old man sighed. 　　He stared intently at the headless, naked female corpse before him. Although blood was still flowing from her severed neck, and the skin was marked with an unnatural reddish-purple from the deep webbing of the straw rope, her body was more robust and healthy than that of an average girl, with a slender waist. 　　Her firm breasts made him involuntarily swallow, and he unconsciously placed his hand on them. 　　The two breasts trembled occasionally with the twitching of her body, each with a nipple and areola that were grayish-brown , firm buttocks and smooth, fat-free abdomen were covered with a triangular patch of glossy black hair. 　　Below, on either side, were a pair of long, sturdy, and beautiful legs, and at the very bottom, a pair of jade feet clad in dirty white foot bags. 　　The old man responsible for undressing and washing her could not possibly watch quietly; his right hand had unconsciously moved between the woman's legs, feeling a furry, itchy sensation. 　　He grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, forcefully inserting his index finger into Anzu's genitals and digging incessantly. 　　The headless body even twitched occasionally. 　　After a while, he suddenly felt a dampness on his finger. He withdrew his hand and smelled it. 　　A sour, foul odor filled his nostrils. The old man lewdly chuckled, "Hehe, enjoying this, little girl?" 　　Then he lifted the female corpse's legs and forcefully pressed her slightly stiff thighs towards her chest. As he pressed, a fluid, like love juice, flowed from her tightly closed labia, running down her thick, black pubic hair. 　　Like other dead bodies, Anzu's remaining urine was squeezed out and she began to lose control again, while blood gushed from her severed neck . 　　The old man chuckled softly as he turned Anzu's body over, pulling apart her two snow-white buttocks. Her grayish- black anus was slightly open, and a piece of dry, thick feces was slowly being squeezed out. 　　The old man used bamboo sticks to pry out the feces until yellowish liquid flowed out. Finally, he inserted a short wooden stick into the anus and turned the entire corpse back over. 　　He repeated this several times until no more blood or urine flowed out. 　　The poor female ninja, Anzu, silently endured the old man's torture, completely ignoring the headless female corpse beside her, its eyes wide open, lying on a wooden tray. 　　Her mouth was agape, her tongue lolling out, her face ashen, her eyes wide as she stared at her once beautiful body, being disgustingly played with by the head of the woman who loved Takemaru until he finished venting his lust. 　　Fortunately, she was already dead and could no longer feel shame. 　　The panting old man placed Anzu's body next to Takemaru, removed Takemaru's clothes, and rinsed the two corpses together with a bucket of water. 　　But he didn't wash their heads clean before turning around, opening the door, and leaving. 　　He didn't pity the two spies; he only coveted Anzu's beautiful corpse, and other things were just something to do casually. 　　Now, only Anzu and Takemaru remain, both dead. 　　These two ninjas, who once openly and secretly loved each other but met with an unfortunate end, lay their severed heads beside their broken necks, alone and naked on the wooden planks in the corner, pressed tightly together. 　　It was truly ironic; in life, the two lovers, bound by the rules imposed by the Jonin, rarely even had the chance to touch each other's bodies. 　　Yet, in death, they were able to lie naked side-by-side, Takemaru's well-developed pectoral muscles and Anzu's firm, alluring breasts displayed openly, oblivious to the stares of others. 　　If they were alive, they would have rolled over and embraced each other tightly, then engaged in passionate intercourse. But now, they were merely two corpses, lying there stiffly, naked before each other, unable to express anything. 　　The impermanence and vicissitudes of their fate were truly poignant.

Without provoking a backlash from those behind the scenes, and while still issuing a warning,

the next morning, the two naked corpses, stripped of their clothes, were dragged to the execution square outside the city. A notice board was posted listing their
crime as "treason," identifying them as the Takebe couple, Takebe Maru and Takebe Anzu.

Takemaru's body was dismembered, his limbs severed at the waist, and his remains stacked on a platform and left to dry in the sun.

Anzu's stiff, grayish-white, headless corpse, with her firm breasts erect, had a
wooden post inserted into her genitals, and her limbs were spread apart and bound to a rack used for crucifixion,

also left to dry in the sun. Their heads were hung together on a nearby flagpole. Anzu, hanging high, still had her eyes
wide open, gazing at the crowd gathered below the flagpole, cursing them for treason, alongside her beloved Takemaru's head.

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