"Did you enjoy the performance?"
Lying on his back with a crooked smile, Takeshi teased the Mizukage as she finished cleaning up. The battle had been rather rough this time.
"You've only extended your miserable lifespan, kid…" Mei replied coldly, continuing to dry her hair.
"Hm, must be that," Takeshi answered. "I'm ready to bet you'd never tasted anything that good before… your facial expression didn't lie."
This time, the words hit their mark. She slowly stopped what she was doing, suddenly looking far more pensive.
Until her rise to power, Mei ignored or rather pretended to ignore the addiction she had developed to sex…
Unfortunately, the Fourth Mizukage had left the country in a complete mess. Frustration was at its peak, and genocides were commonplace.
She hated watching the decline of her motherland, where she had been born, and she had set herself the goal of fixing it. But despite her efforts, it was no easy task, plunging her into constant stress.
Continuing to work under those conditions was inconceivable. She had to find a refuge. Where others would have fallen into gambling or alcohol, Mei had found another way to release her mental burden.
Because of her many months of insomnia, she had begun fingering herself before going to bed, making it easier to fall asleep. But very quickly, once a day was no longer enough. She slowly began to increase the pace twice, three times… until she was masturbating whenever she felt the need: during work sessions, during her lunch break…
But even then, her fingers quickly reached their limit. The pleasure she had sought so desperately became harder and harder to find, and even when she reached orgasm, it had become far less intense perhaps even too bland. No matter how much she increased the frequency, things only got worse, until the fateful day when she rediscovered the joy of living.
She had crossed another threshold. One winter evening, when she couldn't find rest despite her usual dose, she decided to go to her office to clear her head. What should have been a normal night turned into a complete mess.
Unable to bear it any longer, Mei gave in to her urges and used her charm to fuck one of the guards who was supposed to be watching over the village leader's quarters.
The guy was probably the happiest man in the world. Fucking a woman of Mei's caliber had to be the fantasy of the vast majority of men in Kiri. Not only was she incredibly beautiful and well-endowed, but she also had the power to go with it.
But the guard's joy was short-lived. As soon as she had satisfied her desires, Mei slit his throat cleanly with his own kunai before disposing of the body.
She couldn't afford to take the risk of rumors spreading through the streets that the Mizukage was a slut… and besides, by her standards, the guy couldn't be considered exceptional.
Even so, she couldn't keep killing everyone she fucked. That's when she came up with the idea of using those who were destined to die anyway. That was how the building Takeshi was in had been designed. Mei selected those she deemed worthy and transferred them here, claiming they were being imprisoned though many other things happened. She had even thought to place seals on the guards, preventing them from divulging any information from this place.
"Kid, you'd better watch what comes out of your mouth," Mei said as she turned around, staring straight into Takeshi's eyes. "I could decide to kill you here and now… and by the way, why are you still naked?"
This time, Mei didn't seem to be joking. As much as she enjoyed her moments with Takeshi, if the need arose, she wouldn't hesitate for a second to incinerate him right where he stood.
Looks like I still have a long way to go, Takeshi sighed. He had been wrong to think he had this woman under control. The harsh reality was the same he was nothing more than this woman's whore.
As he was about to open his mouth, a violent tremor shook the prison.
Boom!
"What is it again?!" Mei shouted, annoyed.
Takeshi grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. He had a bad feeling about this. And indeed, he wasn't wrong. A few minutes after the dull noise, the bald guard rushed into the room, panic overtaking him to the point that he hadn't even bothered to knock.
"Lady Mei!" he shouted.
"What is" Mei growled, glaring daggers at him. "Explain yourself," she said coldly.
Realizing his mistake, the man tried to calm down and apologized at the same time.
"Sorry for the sudden interruption, but things are getting serious upstairs," he said. "We're under attack!"
Takeshi, finishing putting on his shirt, raised an eyebrow.
An attack? By who? he wondered.
Wasn't he supposed to be in the territory of the Land of Water? If there was an attack, it could only mean one thing: an internal conflict.
As if to confirm his thoughts, the bald man continued.
"The rebels have breached our defenses. The soldiers are struggling to hold them back given their numbers. We need reinforcements!"