A Kunoichi - A Magic Scroll

As flowing as the breeze, I move through the night.

My speed is like an arrow, but my steps are softer than snowfall. Keeping to the shadows, I easily evade patrolling guards and skillfully make my way to the villa’s outer wall.

I am currently en-route towards my next target. A man who has obtained some sort of magical artifact that he has used to grant him wealth and power. But to me, he’s more than that. I know this type of man well; he is the type of man to use any ounce of power he has to seduce women and use them for his own depraved pleasures. Then, he discards them like used tissues without care for the ramifications he leaves behind.

Ramifications like me. That’s exactly why I can’t let that bastard live to do what he wants.

Locating the lord’s chamber was easy; his villa keeps all buildings down at ground level, so I sneak across the top of the villa’s perimeter wall and jump down just outside his window. The full body gi I wear as my shinobi uniform helps mask sounds as I move around, but it is annoying how I have to bind my chest before adorning it.

Crouching low, I take a moment to listen and plan my attack. I hear the grunting of one man and moans of two women, evidently in the middle of a passionate lovemaking session. Some would find the sounds arousing, but my training keeps my mind focused on my mission; though the lights are off, the the shadows cast by moonlight tell me the bed is located at the northern end of the room. Once the occupants fall asleep, it will be simple for me to slip in, eliminate the target, then escape before anyone raises the alarm. Any number of ways will do; poison would be cleanest, but slitting his throat using a tanto would work as well.

I hear the male voice give out one last loud grunt, followed by some elongated squeals by the women. And then, eventually, the voices die down and a sense of stillness settles in.

I open the window and slip through, landing like a feather onto the floor. My eyesight easily adjusts to the darkness and identifies the figures laying on the bed. I recognise one as the young star of a well known musician troupe, and the other as a feudal princess of a minor plot of land.

I frown. I can see the two women in the bed clear as day, but no sign of my target.

“I hope you enjoyed the show, little peeper.”

I spin around, on guard as a nearby lantern is illuminated. A man dressed in simple but opulent night-clothing walks out from the shadows, holding some sort of scroll in one hand and a writing brush in the other. I silently curse my foolishness. This man is the lord of this villa; of course he would be aware of any person who enters with the intent to take his life!

“Indeed I am,” I respond curtly. “And now that you are aware of my existence, I have **** but to kill you after obtaining the information I need.”

The lord sighs and writes something on his scroll before looking back at me.

“And how exactly do you intend to obtain such information from me without any weapons?”

How did he know I did not bring weapons with me? No, of course he would know; he is the lord, and bringing weapons into his villa is akin to taking up arms against the gods.

“I don’t need weapons to perform interrogations.” I respond curtly. Any good ninja is as dangerous with their bare hands as they are with weapons. There are any number of ways I can do this.

The lord smiles as he writes something else on the scroll. I wondered if he was writing haiku about his current predicament.

“Then show me, kunoichi, how exactly you intend to extract information from me.”

“Very well,” I respond, my smile turning sensual. “I’ll show you my ninja sex techniques.”

I saunter over to him, swaying my hips to emphasise my ass whilst I use my hands to outline my breasts. I kneel on the ground in front of him, my big boobs flopping in my gi unrestricted as I do so. I fish his penis out from his nightclothes then, after using my tongue to lubricate his dick, begin to rub my hand up and down it. I looked like a common prostitute, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth; in fact, this is how all kunoichi are taught to extract information from male targets.

“So then,” I eye him as I continue with my handjob. “There have been rumors that you have recently acquired a magical artifact that you are exploiting for your own benefit. Is this true?”

The lord smiles.

“Yes, the rumors are completely accurate. In fact, the artifact they are referring to is this scroll in my hands.” He gloats, before writing something else on it.

I stop jerking him off, and loosen my obi so that I can free my breasts from my gi. I’m not wearing a bra, obviously; why should I when women need to be able to give titfucks at a moment’s notice? Putting his erect penis between my tits, I begin to rub them up and down his shaft. I can’t help but moan at the sensation; just because I’m interrogating him doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself too.

“It’s incredible, really,” The lord continues, looking down at me. “Anything I write in here becomes the truth; and not just the truth, but reality.”

“Is that so…?” I wanted to laugh. A scroll that turns writing into the truth? How absurd!

“It very much is, dear kunoichi. But you won’t believe me, of course; I made sure to take precautions so that only I know about the true power of this scroll, and so no one else will be able to take it or use it harm me. Perhaps there may have been fun in watching as people realised my words were the truth, but such things can’t be helped.”

I wasn’t paying attention to his mad ramblings; I was just focused on my titfuck. Despite all my training to perfect my technique, he has somehow managed to hold out.

Eventually, the lord stops my **** and tells me to lie back and spread my legs.

“I’m going to finish inside of you.” He states.

“And why should I?” I argue. “You are supposed to be the target here, aren’t you?”

The lord sighs, and starts writing something else on his scroll. I patiently wait for him to finish; it is polite to wait for the lord to finish writing before speaking again.

“Do it, because you’re a kunoichi slut who fucks every target you’re given.” He repeats with a twinge of frustration in his voice.

“Y-Yes, my lord…” I reply meekly. Somehow, he knows the most hidden secret of trained kunoichi; though we are trained in infiltration and extracting information, we’re really just whores who train in sex techniques to get our targets to cum.

I lie back, shifting the small flap of my gi that covers below my waist to reveal my dripping pussy. No kunoichi wears undergarments; they only get in the way when we finally need to confront our targets.

Kneeling close to me, the lord takes his cock, and enters me without buildup. Most women would moan or squeal at this, but I’ve been trained to hold my tounge.

As the lord saws in and out of me, he lifts one of my breasts to his mouth and starts to suck on it. Writing something on his scroll, I gasp from the pressure in my nipples as milk starts to flow from them. Of course, it’s natural that when a woman becomes of age, their breasts become filled with milk; It is said that is why the women in Japan are so volumptous.

Eventually, the lord thrusts inside as far as he can, and holds me there. I gasp slightly as I feel his warm sperm shooting all the way into my womb. I’m not worried; kunoichi all have seals placed on us that prevent impregnation. It is a must given how many targets we are assigned.

The lord sighs in content as he exits my vagina. Taking his scroll, he writes one last thing on it. A shiver runs through me as an undeniable truth descends into my mind. I nurse my abdomen, knowing that the lord has just gotten me pregnant. It makes sense; women are made to have children, so of course he is able to knock up every woman he cums inside. A silly little ninja seal is no match for the most basic biological function of a woman.

“I want you to do something for me, little kunoichi.” The lord speaks.

“Y-Yes, my lord?”

“Go back to your village. Get as many of your female shinobi brethren, and bring them here. Tell them that I am abusing my power to be with women, and that I can only be stopped by having them come and fuck me.”

“Y-Yes...my lord...”

Picking myself off the ground, I leap out the window and disappear into the night. My breasts are still flopping as I move, but I do not care; this is my last assignment, as I will not be able to continue work as a kunoichi once my belly starts growing.

Despite that, I hope that I can still make myself useful in other ways, alongside my kunoichi brethren, even if it is just a ****, or a spy, for my lord.

And after I give birth, perhaps I could teach my daughter how to be a kunoichi too.