No, not to him

You feel him release your dress, so you stand and turn on yourself and try to cut his head on the way, but his blade hit the flat of yours pushing it of the way. You step back, and try to use a hand to put the top of your dress correctly, but he push your blade away easily, as you held it only with one and are a bit concentred on the dress, to hit your other hand preventing you to cover yourself.
“Don’t dare to do it again, if I can’t have your dance, I’ll spent time with your attributes instead. Now let’s see if you can do a proper attack while you still have a decent blade”.
You resume your attack and you quickly understand the reference to the proper blade. He deflects all your attack by hitting the flat of your thin blade, his bokken is thick and on each hit your blade bent a bit more. At each pass he finishes by pushing you back on your breast with his bokken complaining that he can’t kill you even if you are not worthy to defy him.

He’s so irritating that you have real difficulties to concentrate yourself to fight properly and not just rush on him blindly to kill him now. The more disturbing is that the more you fight, the more aroused you are, which is strange as you only have hate toward him.
“My poor thing, why can’t you understand your place in this world” he says as you desperately try to kill him with a now fully bent katana, “I have been blessed by an invincible bokken which make me defeat all my opponents. So in my life no one managed to beat me, and mow it becomes a curse as no one cans free me of this statuette either, so I’m condemned to train poor fighters”. You blade now begin to break part by part and your nipples are so hard that you can barely focus on anything else anymore, and he still continues his monologue. “But my bokken has another power; each opponent I don’t kill myself and simply choose to humiliate like you finish by opening theirs belly with theirs owns swords. Normally a Samurai do it to preserve his dignity, but those all played with theirs penis begging me to release them before killing themselves and only at his moment loosing theirs sperm. I always find it a good end for bad fighters who shouldn’t have simply looked at me”. On this he breaks your blade up to the hilt. “I wonder if it has the same effects of woman too.”

You are no weapon anymore and you desperately care for release, so you open your dress and fingers you private parts urgently to keep you sanity. Your opponent laugh at you as you realise that you can’t feel your fingers on yourself, your brain can only think of your katana in your belly and the release it may provide.
Miyamoto Musashi laugh at you and leave in the shadow wishing you a painfully **** with the remaining shards of you blade as the punishment for a woman to defy him. You instinctively took the hilt of the katana and look at the last centimetre of blade remaining. You can’t bear your needs anymore. You are wondering what is the better way to commit suicidal with a so short blade when an idea cross your mind. You plunge the hilt of the katana on your pussy and the orgasm finally hit you. You find the answer; your weapon is in your belly. All the tension fades progressively and you feel asleep.