Friend's sister

"Master? Are you okay?" Tsume asks, looking over her shoulder, her eyes filled with concern. You smack her ass again, "Yeah, bitch, I'm fine," you say, panting slightly.

"Master, if you need to take a break, the punishment can wait," she says, her voice dripping with submissiveness. "I'll make sure to prepare twigs, so you can really turn my ass into a bloody red mess," She turns her head and smiles up at you, her teeth bared in a way that's more playful than threatening.

"You would like that, do you?" You ask, your hand hovering over her ass. She bits her lips and nods eagerly, "Of course, master. I live to serve and be punished by you." She wiggles her ass in your hand, inviting you to continue.

But you're feeling the burn in your arms, and you know that if you don't rest, you won't be able to keep this up. You pat her ass, "Good bitch," you say, your voice a little breathless, "You can remind me after dinner. I need a breather."

Tsume looks disappointed for a moment but then nods. "As you wish, master." She gets up, her body glowing in the dim light of the bathhouse. She's fucking majestic, like a warrior queen after a battle. You can't help but feel a little bit of awe. But you don't let it show. You lean back against the wall, "Why don't you go get Hana to keep me company? I'm sure she's just dying to serve her mom's new...friend." You wink at her, and she rolls her eyes, but the hint of a smile plays on her lips.

Tsume freezes mid-stretch. Then she turns her head slowly—too slowly "Hana?" she repeats, like she’s testing the word for poison. "My daughter?"

You gulp. "Uh, yeah, just for, y'know, keeping me company. Nothing weird!" Tsume snorts so hard you think she might shoot steam from her nose. "Boy, Hana would eat you alive."

"I mean… like, in a fun way?"

"No," Tsume says flatly, standing tall with her muscles flexing like a threat from Mother Nature herself. "She’d break your legs, steal your wallet, and pin your balls to the wall just to see if you squeak."

You pause. "Wow. She sounds… intense. But, can't you like.... Tell her not to do these things to me?

Tsume raises a brow, drying off her arms with the casual swagger of someone who wrestles bears for fun. "Oh, sure," she says, smirking. "I'm the Alpha. She listens."

"That is good!"

Tsume leans in, her voice low and amused. "Don't get too relaxed. If I say ‘keep Kyle company,’ she might decide that means tying you to a tree and throwing steak at you to see if the dogs like your scent."

You blink. "I mean, that sounds... oddly specific."

Tsume shrugs, completely unbothered. "She’s creative. Got that from her mom." She pats her own abs like they’re a medal of honor. "But don't worry. If you want to spend some time with my daughter, it is fine by me. I'll tell her to be gentle."

You stretch out, feeling oddly satisfied with the way things are going around here. Getting the biggest dog here under your thumb was definitely a good move. You pat yourself, forgetting that it was a mere stroke of luck, she decided to toy with you in a shower, and not in the backyard, which allowed your powers to make your fate not so gruesome.

Soon enough you stood in the middle of the living room, with Hana looking absolutely disgusted. Her arms are crossed, and she’s glaring at you as if you’re the biggest inconvenience in her life.

Her eyes narrow into a deadly squint. “I still don’t get why Mom’s going along with this nonsense. You’re just some lowlife creep, and now I have to—what, entertain you?”

You lean back and throw her a casual, confident grin. “Well, maybe it’s time you accept the new reality around here.” You can’t help but be smug. It’s not often you get to mess with someone who is so obviously stronger than you, especially considering how much she obviously hates your guts.

Hana spits out her next words like venom. “You think you’re so important, don’t you? Just because my mother think you are...argh—” Her hand flew to a side, making a sizable hole in a neighboring brick wall. The sound echoes through the bathhouse, "I'll punch your guts out and make you watch out dog eat them, do you get it?!"

Before she got any closer, and stated punching holes in your body, Tsume's hand landed on Hana’s shoulder. That made the brat turn her head and get The Look™ — that slow, unimpressed glare that said: “I brought you into this world, and I will end your entire bloodline before dinner if you embarrass me.”

Hana flinched, just barely. That was the power of a mother who once wrestled a bear because it looked at her funny.

“Hana,” Tsume said in that deadly calm tone, “I said show. Some. Respect.”

The room dropped ten degrees. Even the steam looked nervous.

Hana swallowed and **** her clenched jaw to move. “Yes, ma’am,” she muttered through gritted teeth, her aura still crackling with barely restrained homicide.

Tsume gave her a nod — not of approval, but more like a “you’ve been warned” stamp on the forehead — then turned back toward you. She walk by you 'accidentally' brushing her boobs against your arm and wink at you, before picking up your towel and leaving the room, making Hana fuming with rage. "Your mom's orders, right?" You ask not bothering to hide the smugness in your voice.

Hana's jaw clenched as she glared at you. "Fine," she spat, her voice tight with anger. "But don't get too comfortable. I'll rip your hands off if I see you doing something weird."

You grinned, remembering all kinds of things you have already done to her mom. "Oh, don't worry," you said, stretching out on the couch, your cock still half-hard from the earlier encounter. "A simple massage will do."

Hana's eyes widened, and for a second, you thought she might just walk out on you. But then she took a deep breath, and you could see the gears turning in her head. If she didn’t want to get in trouble with her mom, she'd have to play along.

"Fine, but if your hand as much as twitches anywhere near my ass, I swear to fucking Kami, I'll rip it off," she says, stomping over to you and kneeling behind the couch. You chuckle, "Relax, I'm not going to jump you unless you ask nicely."

Her hands start tentatively, her slender fingers digging into your shoulders, her grip surprisingly firm. You let out a contented groan.

System Message: "Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -20."

System Message: "Your Submission score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 25 points due to her mom's instructions. Current score: -20 (Dominant; has higher status that you)."

At the same time her hands moved around and felt the tension in your muscles start to melt away under her touch. You can't help but wonder what those hands would feel like wrapped around your cock, but you push that thought aside for now. You're playing the long game here.

"Is this okay?" she asks, her voice tight with anger. "Mom said I had to.... serve you." She almost spat out the words like they tasted like shit. You nod, "Mm, yeah, that's perfect," you murmur, closing your eyes. "Just like that, baby."

That last phrase was a mistake, as you felt Hana's hands tighten on your shoulders, her nails digging in your flesh. "Don't call me that," she snaps. You smirk trying not to break down crying from how much that hurt.

"Yea, yea. Sure." You say, trying to ignore the pain. But the truth is, her touch feels like heaven. It’s strange, but somehow, the anger in her grip only adds to the sensation. These ninjas probably spend all their time training and know hella lot about the human body.

System Message: "Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -15.".

System Message: "Your Submission score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -15 (She is not **teasing, you’re her punching bag**)."

Her hands glide over your back, her thumbs pressing into your muscles in a way that's almost too good. You let out a low moan of pleasure, which makes her grip tighten again. "Fucking pervert," she mutters, but you don't care.

A couple of more minutes passes in silence, and a few more ticks in your relationship score with Hana. You feel the tension in your body ease, and your cock starts to get hard again from the sensation of her hands on you. "Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -5."

The change in numbers on the blue screen in front of your eyes seemed to have very real effects on Hana's behavior. Her hands are still tense, but the anger in her grip disappeared, replaced with something... softer. Soon enough, she finished your back, and without asking, she moves down to your legs. "I don't get it," she says, her voice still cold. "What the hell did you do to Mom? She's been acting weird since you two came back."

You let out a contented sigh as her hands start working your thighs. "Well, your mom and I had a little... heart-to-heart," you say, not bothering to hide the smugness in your voice. "We had a bit of a bonding moment, you are too little to understand?" You joked a bit, earning you a painful slap across your ass, but you didn’t mind. That’s what happens when you allow you masseuse to be the daughter of the MILF you just fucked.

System Message: "Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -10."

System Message: "Your Submission score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -10."

"Don't patronize me! I know about.... sex!" Hana says, her voice filled with more than a hint of defiance. But her hands never stop their rhythmic motion on your legs, moving up from your soles to your thighs. "I heard mom with a lot of other men before," she spits out, her voice filled with venom.

She suddenly stopped and leaned over your body, to whisper into your ear, "Some of them even managed to walk out of her bedroom with all of their limbs attached." The way she says it makes your cock twitch. You open your eyes to see her glaring at you, daring you to say something back. But instead, you just chuckle, "Well, I guess I'm just that good."

She chuckled, "You are fat civilian boy, I doubt she could even see your dick under that belly." Her words are harsh, but there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and her hands have moved up to your inner thighs, dangerously close to your crotch.

System Message: "Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -5."

System Message: "Your Submission score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -5."

"Oh? You want to see if I can live up to the hype?" You challenge her with a smug smile, feeling that the relationship score is probably high enough for this move. "Why don't you move those hands a little higher and find out?"

Hana's eyes widen slightly, but instead of pulling away, she lets out a soft growl. "You think you can surprise me?" Her hands slowly inch closer to your groin, her grip tightening on your thighs.

"Well, it's not like I've got anything to hide," you say, your voice filled with confidence. "But if you want to find out for yourself..." You turn on you back, letting her see your crotch. Her eyes flick down to it, and you can see the curiosity in them.

System Message: "Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: 0."

System Message: "Your Submission score with Hana Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: 0 (**You’re at neutral ground with Hana, which is... not as exciting as it sounds**)."