Feeling Defensive

You might assume that this sword would bestow some great boon in return for its curse. Exposing every embarrassed inch of the wielder just for drawing it-- Surely, it gave them incredible skill, or some supernatural defense!

...Hinoa truly wanted to chuck this thing into the river.

She relied on nothing but her modest skills as the bandit leader attacked! The woman was rough, undignified-- But she clearly wasn't holding back. She'd slash that beautiful body in two if she had her way.

Hinoa was too focused on defending to think about her exposure. The way she moved, scrambled. The cold air on her skin, her hard nipples, the way her scrawny ass moved... Okay. Maybe she was thinking about it a little.

But with absolutely nothing in terms of armor, she was too focused on evading or deflecting-- She couldn't strike back!

"You call me shameful, but you're the one running, little jaybird!" The crazed woman cackled. She had a point.

Swords clashed, Hinoa backed up yet again-- Only to squeak as she stumbled over something! That something, being the bottomless housewife that was scrambling away in the scuffle. Hinoa landed hard on her back, panting...

Legs parted, her beautiful slit in full view of the entire town. She shrieked, throwing her hands down to cover her lady parts--! And as she did, the enemy's sword lingered near her chin.

"Honestly, I'm not sure what the plan was... But at least you made this fun for a minute."

Hinoa gulped.