Evening fell upon the ageya where you resided as an oiran. You were a highly sought-after courtesan; warriors came solely for your services. But there was only one to whom you bestowed all your favors, and secretly, she was the master of your heart. She was shorter, her skin tanned from fighting and working so hard. She was a master with the sword. On that town, the youngest woman of the family had to attend war.

You didn't want to go to war, and your family wouldn't accept that you wanted to work in another field, so they sent you away. Fortunately, you were very beautiful; you had soft features, lovely eyelashes, smooth skin, and attractive beauty marks. She seemed to be the only one who knew your secret, and the only woman who didn't flee upon seeing you in such an intimate setting. That afternoon, she came after work, requesting your services.

"Good afternoon, Miss. It's been a while since I've seen you. How much is your fee?"

Chtoni asked with her serious face, her buff arms crossed as she admired how well-dressed you were. She looked manly for a woman. You just massaged her, never having intercourse...and maybe, today..