But what is the ninja doing?

I stepped over Tifa’s prone form, but I didn't leave just yet. I paused, looming over her to admire the wreckage I had created. She was twitching intermittently on the cold floor, her breathing ragged and deep. The strongest fighter in the world, the woman who could punch through steel, had been reduced to a quivering, mind-broken mess of endorphins and exhaustion. Her muscular back rose and fell with heavy shudders, her face pressed into the concrete, completely defeated.

I walked around to her backside, admiring the perfect, round globes of her ass. I couldn't resist leaving a final signature. I drew my hand back and swung hard. SMACK. I struck her right cheek with bruising ****. SMACK. I struck the left immediately after. The sound reverberated through the warehouse like a gunshot. Tifa let out a breathless, broken whimper, her body jolting from the impact, but she was too drained to move. Bright red handprints bloomed instantly on her pale skin, a mark of ownership that would last for days.

The **** of the blows **** a reaction from her overfilled body. I watched with dark satisfaction as the impact squeezed her internal muscles. Thick, white ropes of my seed bubbled out of her simultaneously, dripping from her gaping, abused anus and her swollen, slack pussy. It pooled on the floor beneath her, mixing with her own fluids, proving that I had filled her to the brim from both ends.

I grabbed a towel from a nearby rack, wiped my hands down quickly, and threw it onto the desk, a white flag on the battlefield of her surrender. I wasn't going to clean this up. That wasn't the Master's job.

I walked to the heavy metal door and pulled it open. Aerith was waiting in the hallway, looking anxious. "She's finished," I told the flower girl, gesturing casually behind me to the twitching monk on the floor. "Go inside. Heal her tears and wash her down. Make sure you both get some good rest afterwards."

Aerith peeked inside, her eyes widening at the sight of her decimated friend, but she nodded obediently. "Yes, Master." She hurried past me to tend to the fallen fighter.

I walked out of the warehouse. The night air of Radiant Garden was biting. The wind howled through the massive pipes and scaffolding that held the city together. It was a stark contrast to the humid, sweat-drenched heat of the room I had just left, but the scent of Tifa’s submission still clung to my skin.

I checked my comms. "Yuffie. Report."

Static. Then, a huff of annoyance. "Oh, so the Master finally remembers the little people? I was starting to think I’d been replaced by a turret."

"Location," I demanded, ignoring her attitude.

"North Gate. The Great Maw. It’s freezing, by the way. Just so you know."

"Stay put."

I navigated the metal walkways of the town. The city was peaceful now. The blue defense grid hummed softly above, a comforting shield against the darkness. The construction drones were docked. The silence was absolute, save for the distant sound of the waterfalls that fed the garden's reservoirs.

I reached the North Gate. It was a massive platform overlooking the dark abyss that separated the castle from the wilderness.

Yuffie Kisaragi was perched on top of a stack of shipping crates, her legs dangling over the edge. She was shivering, hugging her oversized shuriken to her chest for a hint of warmth. Her short shorts and loose crop top were entirely unsuited for the night watch.

When she heard my boots on the metal, she didn't turn around.

"You took your time," she grumbled, her breath pluming in the cold air. "First Aerith goes offline for an hour. Then the comms go dead while you were... 'debriefing' Tifa. And I'm out here freezing my shurikens off."

I walked up to the crates. I didn't climb up. I stood at the base, looking up at her.

"The perimeter is secure, Yuffie. You did your job."

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, finally turning to look down at me. Her short black hair was windblown, her face pale from the cold. But her dark eyes were sharp, scanning me.

She sniffed the air. Her ninja senses were acute.

Her eyes narrowed.

" You smell like them," she accused, pointing a gloved finger at me. "You smell like flowers and magic... that's Aerith. And you smell like... sweat and musk. That's Tifa."

She jumped down from the crate, landing silently in a crouch before standing up. She was short, barely reaching my chest, but she radiated a prickly, bratty energy.

"So, let me get this straight," she said, crossing her arms, pushing her small chest out defiantly. " The Princess gets a system reboot. The Brawler gets a sparring match. And the Great Ninja Yuffie gets... frostbite?"

"You get the credit for holding the line," I said calmly.

"I don't want credit!" she snapped, stomping her foot. "I want... I want fair treatment! We're a team, right? The Committee? That means equal shares of the loot!"

"And what 'loot' are you looking for, thief?"

Yuffie bit her lip. She looked me up and down, her bravado wavering just a little under my steady gaze. She stepped closer, invading my personal space, trying to intimidate me but only succeeding in looking like a kitten trying to square up to a wolf.

"I want to know what the big deal is," she whispered, her voice losing its edge. "Tifa is tough. She never gives up. But when you walked out of there... I heard her comms click on for a second. She was... whimpering."

Yuffie looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and intense curiosity.

"You broke her," she stated. "I want to know how."

I reached out and grabbed the oversized shuriken strapped to her back. With one hand, I unbuckled it and tossed it aside. It clattered loudly against the crate.

Yuffie gasped. "Hey! That's expensive!"

"You won't need weapons for this negotiation," I said.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the shadows beneath the massive gate mechanism. It was a secluded alcove, shielded from the wind, dark and private.

I backed her up against a cold steel pillar.

"You want fair treatment?" I asked, looming over her. "You want to know why Tifa is lying on the floor unable to stand?"

Yuffie swallowed hard. She was shivering, but I could tell it wasn't just from the cold anymore. Her pupils were blown wide.

"Maybe I do," she challenged breathlessly. "Maybe I think I can handle what she couldn't."

"You're a brat, Yuffie."

"I'm a ninja!" she hissed. "I'm agile! I have stamina! I can go all night!"

I smirked. "Is that a challenge?"

"It's a promise, McFly." She grabbed the lapels of my coat, trying to pull me down to her level. "Now stop talking and give me my reward. Before I steal it."

I looked down at her. She was feisty, petite, and **** to prove she was just as much of a woman as the other two.

"Fine," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl. "But be warned. Ninjas rely on stealth and evasion. Once I start... there is nowhere to hide."

"I'm not running," she whispered, rising up on her tiptoes.

I leaned down.