Taimanin World
Japan, Gosha Village, Akiyama Estate, Dojo.
Day 4
9:00 am, August 15, 2078, sunday.
Rinko was born into the Akiyama clan that founded in their long past the "Itto Sword Style". She and her brother, Akiyama Tatsuro, were the children of the clan chief, and trained also in the style, but only Rinko could fully grasp the style and became a very impressive fighter thanks to her father's training. She also was trained by Yukikaze's mother Mizuki Shiranui and taught to support each other.
When Rinko enrolled first into Gosha Academy, Rinko became known as an elite and when Yukikaze joined her a year later both became an amazing team even if Tatsuro lacked behind. Both Rinko and Yukikaze applied and graduated from a special camp at the same time, an elite training course separated from normal Academy curriculum.
Thanks to her skill and the lack of skill of Tatsuro, Rinko was put in charge of the Akiyama Estate Dojo and trained other Taimanin in the Itto Style and other members of the Akiyama clan pushed for her to become the first matriarch, as she became known as the best sword fighter in Gosha.
As surrogate head of the Akiyama clan, she now is viewed as the next generation of Taimanin, which can rival Asagi. In Gosha Academy, she became an idol and many suitors tried their luck, but she rejected them all.
Rinko felt they simply wanted her body, her reputation, or being a Matriarch of a clan. She felt a bit distant among her peers due being too perfect that they either felt inferior or saw her as a prize to gain. The only man that she was close to was her brother and many mistake her for being bro-con but the truth is that he is the only family she has and can't lose him.
She wishes to find a person who looked at her not just her body or even her status but as her. Rinko wanted to be spoiled and pampered but her responsibility does get in the way of this. She needed to be an example for her brother to make him more capable.
This changed when she met Testament who acted gentle, kind and didn't even try to look at her with lust which is ironic when he is an incubus. She never expected how upfront and honest he was showing that whatever she felt about him has to do with his charm.
Rinko can somewhat relate to him having a power that appeals to someone yet never truly caring about the person underneath that power. In this way, she started to feel comforted and liberated when sharing her thoughts with him even though they only met yesterday.
He didn't judge her and simply spoke what he thought. Rinko could feel her heart throbbed every time he appeared in her mind. Was it an illusion of liking someone due to their power?
Rinko knew this must be weighing down on his conscience to know you can never be that person who is capable of stealing a woman's heart without powers. She wanted to comfort him but didn't want to appear weird and invasive.
Currently, Rinko stood in the heart of her dojo, the morning light filtering through the paper windows casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. She gripped her bokken tightly, the weight of the wooden sword familiar yet challenging in her hands. Each swing echoed through the silent room, the sharp *whoosh* of the air parting under her blade a testament to her discipline.
She moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, her feet gliding effortlessly over the floor as she executed each technique with the grace of a dancer and the power of a storm. The Itto style, known for its direct and powerful strikes, demanded everything from her—strength, speed, and unyielding focus. Rinko's muscles burned with exertion, the fiery ache spreading through her limbs, but she welcomed the pain. It was proof of her dedication, a reminder that she was pushing herself beyond her limits.
With each swing, she felt the weight of her training, the countless hours spent honing her craft. Sweat dripped down her brow, stinging her eyes, but she didn't falter. Her breath came in steady, measured gasps, each exhale a release of the tension coiled within her. This was her sanctuary, the place where she could lose herself in the rhythm of the blade, where the outside world ceased to exist.
As she moved through the final sequence, her body screamed for respite, but she ignored it, driving herself to finish with the same intensity she had started. The last strike was a blur of motion, the bokken slicing through the air with a final, decisive crack. Rinko held the pose for a moment, the tip of her wooden sword hovering just above the ground, before she slowly straightened, her chest rising and falling with exertion.
She stood there, bathed in the aftermath of her training, her body trembling with fatigue yet alive with the satisfaction of a hard-fought session. The ache in her muscles was a familiar companion, a sign that she had given her all. And in the quiet of the dojo, Rinko allowed herself a small, weary smile. She had pushed herself to the brink, and in doing so, had edged one step closer to mastering her art.
"Excuse me! Is there anyone there?" Rinko's head snapped up at the sound of Testament's voice, her serene moment of post-training reflection interrupted. She quickly composed herself, setting her bokken aside before moving to the entrance of the dojo. Sliding the door open, she found Testament standing there, a gentle smile on his face, the morning light casting a soft glow over his features.
"Testament-san? What's bringing you here?" She asked, trying to keep herself from stuttering. Rinko looked at his appearance and saw he was wearing a simple shirt and shorts.
"Sorry for the sudden visit but you suggested teaching me your Itto style and thought knowing more ways to use a weapon won't hurt especially if I can use it to know how my opponent fights." Testament answered believing that being a Jack of all trade and master of none is good since by mixing the best quality and removing the worse quality of any style will create a stronger kind of style.
"I don't mind. Follow me inside and we can get started." The two head inside the Dojo where Rinko pointed where he can change into a Kendo uniform. In her option, he looked good on it and the same goes can be said with Testament who also admired how she looks.
Though, he tries not to stare too much since he's a man after all. That person would be asexual to not appreciate her body.
"Okay, let's begin with the basics." Rinko trained other Taimanin before and Testament followed her instruction, finding the style to be interesting. It certainly incorporates the superhuman capabilities of a Taimanin to the style since there are unrealistic stances and movements in them that Testament see as flaws if done by a normal person.
[ You have learned Itto Style(E) ]
Rinko was amazed how quickly he was picking up her lesson. She took her a while to learn the basics and she's been called a prodigy at how fast she learned it! Yet it pales in comparison to Testament who quickly learn it.
"Amazing. I've never seen anyone learn this fast!" Rinko was in awe of his talent while Testament smiled.
"Thank you but I think I'm just lucky being born in this body." He said while Rinko frowned having been in his position before.
"No, even if that is the case, not everyone is the same and don't be discouraged because of it." Rinko felt he was feeling and encouraged him to not be fixated on it. Testament smiled hearing her advice and nodded.
"Ah, thanks. That means a lot." Was Testament too hard on himself? He felt he needed to prove himself to feel worthy of many things like his woman and the power that comes with it. Rinko smiled hoping to help him while he does the same to her with both trying to better themselves.
After a while, both of them were sweaty and Testament took off his kendo Uniform with Rinko seeing this felt aroused, unable to take off her eyes of him. The sight of his toned body, glistening with sweat, sent shivers down her spine. Testament noticed her gaze and couldn't help but feel awkward, his face flushing with embarrassment.
He excused himself to clean up since they were done and it was lunch time, hoping to escape the intense stare of his teammate. Rinko nodded as he headed to the changing room, her eyes still fixed on him. She stood there for a moment, deciding if she should follow him or not.
The thought of seeing him in his underwear was too tempting to resist. She took a deep breath and walked inside, her heart racing with anticipation. The changing room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft rustling of clothes. Testament was already there, his back turned towards her.
Rinko approached him slowly, her eyes fixed on his flawless back. She couldn't help but feel a pang of desire, her body aching for him. She reached out and gently touched his shoulder, her hand trailing down his back. Testament felt her touch and turned around, his eyes locking with hers. They stood there for a moment, the tension between them palpable.
"Rinko-san…what are you doing here?" He asked but it was clear what's about to happen.
"I…I can't help myself anymore. Ever since yesterday, I can't get you out of my mind even though I know that it's probably because of your charm but believe me there's more to it why I'm doing this." Rinko confessed seeing the calm face of Testament made her understand that this had already happened and began to tell the reason why she was doing this.
"That's why I wanted to try it. And I know I won't regret since I can understand what it's like to only be seen through the surface and not underneath it. If you are willing then I want to know more about what's underneath that charm. I know you're more manly than anyone I know."
Rinko said while Testament felt the urge to point out that Rinko might be doing the same mistake she accused others of, seeing only the surface of people she had once rejected. However, considering the potential consequences and the nature of their world, he decided to let it be and proceed with the moment.
Her words hung in the air as Rinko awaited his response, her anxiety growing. But instead of speaking, Testament took the initiative, and they found themselves in an embrace, their lips intertwined in a fervent kiss.
Testament felt Rinko's soft, yet firm, body press against his own, the heat from their combined exertion mixing with the tension of their shared desire. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her breath. Rinko's hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his skin, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.
Their kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as their chests heaved in unison. The scent of their arousal filled the small space, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the fire between them. Rinko could feel the bulge in Testament's shorts growing, a showcase to his own desire, and she felt a thrill of power knowing she could affect him so.
With the chemistry between them reaching a boiling point, Rinko and Testament broke their kiss, both panting heavily. The hunger in their eyes was unmistakable as they looked at each other. Rinko took the opportunity to pull her top over her head, revealing her ample breasts, the nipples already stiff with excitement.
The sight made Testament's cock throb, straining against the fabric of his shorts. He reached out and cupped her breasts, feeling the softness of her flesh in his hands, his thumbs gently teasing her sensitive peaks. A soft moan escaped Rinko's lips as she leaned into his touch, her hands moving to untie the string of his shorts.
The anticipation was agonizing, their bodies begging for more. The room was a whirlwind of passionate touches and whispers of want, each movement bringing them closer to the precipice of ecstasy. As their clothes fell away, the cool air of the dojo caressed their heated skin, only heightening the intensity of their desire.
Their bodies now bare, they stood before each other, a testament to the beauty and power of the human form. With a gentle push, Rinko guided Testament to the floor, their legs entwined as they fell, the soft math of the changing room breaking their fall. She straddled him, her wetness already coating her inner thighs, the aroma of her arousal intoxicating. The moment was perfect, their hearts beating as one, their bodies yearning for the union that was about to unfold.
Without a word, Rinko and Testament's bodies seemed to understand each other's needs. They repositioned themselves into a 69, their breaths hot and heavy with desire. Rinko's legs wrapped around Testament's head as he eagerly dove into her wetness, his tongue swirling around her clit with the precision of a master swordsman.
The sensation sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her squirm above him. In return, she took his stiff member into her mouth, her tongue dancing along the veins, savoring the taste of him.
Her moans vibrated against his cock, each suck and lick driving him wild. The scent of their desire grew stronger, a heady mix of arousal that filled the room. The warmth of their bodies created a cocoon of passion, their mouths and hands working in harmony to bring each other to the brink of climax.
The soft, wet sounds of their intimate embrace filled the air, the rhythm of their movements growing more frantic. Rinko felt her orgasm building, her thighs tightening around his head, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Testament's hips bucked upward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, as he too approached the edge.
The intensity grew, each stroke of their tongues bringing them closer to the precipice, until finally, they both reached it, their moans muffled by the pleasure of the other's flesh, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared release.