I could barely keep my eyebrows from furrowing as his gaze turned oily when he looked at my kunoichi's taut and rounded figures. The man was clearly a lover of the young.
- Great, just great," Ikki grinned even wider, "I hope you won't have any trouble moving a rather bulky container.
- I am skilled in the art of sealing to the point where size is not an obstacle, Yasari-san," he informed his employer, "size is not an issue.
- In that case, I won't keep you, Ryo-dono," he nodded, handing me a scroll that already had the delivery address and a contact person to confirm receipt, "Satomi-chan will show you to the shipment.
- Possible threats to the shipment? - I decided to ask Ikki about the danger, carefully reading and memorizing the hieroglyphics scribbled on the paper.
- It's just a normal delivery that I had to hire shinobi for," the trader said in an almost natural tone.
If he hadn't been paying attention, he might not have noticed the slight tremor in the man's voice and the slight waggle in his gaze. He clearly knew how to lie even to a shinobi's face, and he used it almost perfectly. And his pulse didn't quicken. That's the kind of guy they say lies like he's breathing.
Nodding, I turned to the kunoichi, tucking the scroll into my pocket.
- Follow me," she said, easily picking her staff up off the floor and heading for the door.
Her voice was unexpectedly low, but pleasant to hear. I immediately imagined variants, how it would sound in bed, but by an effort of will I interrupted the thoughts and tried not to stare too much at the cool ass of the escort in front of me, covered with the fabric of the pants in the vest and leaving almost no space for imagination.
I fleetingly regretted that I hadn't blown off steam with my wife or one of my mistresses before the mission - the hormones were raging in my blood, a little less focused on the job at hand with such distractions.
But I savored the feeling, for I vaguely remembered how it was when you could only admire, but desire was at zero. Thank all the gods, I am healthy, awake and ready to pile into the bed of beauties at any time of the day and night almost without interruption, if it were not for the huge number of urgent matters ...
Satomi led us into a large room filled with a decent number of wooden crates - the storage building could be entered directly from the house without going outside - and led us to one of them, a rather large one, larger than my height and about the same size in width, nailed shut and sealed with wax on the joints. Anyway, it couldn't be opened so easily without traces, not even by shinobi, which was the goal, I take it.
- Your cargo, Nara-san," the kunoichi bowed slightly, showing her awareness of my identity.
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