After leaving his cell, Takeshi followed the guard down a long, damp corridor. The building seemed to be underground, some kind of abandoned prison.
Cells lined the corridor, but most of them were empty or occupied by dried-up bones.
Shit… the situation is far more critical than I thought… Takeshi thought as he looked at a man so skinny he looked like a mummy.
The first time, he had passed out in Mei's room like a piece of trash because of the flood of information, and they had simply carried him back to his cell. But now, he was starting to understand the atmosphere.
"Don't freak out…" the bald man snickered, noticing Takeshi's gaze on the emaciated prisoner in the cell. "When she's done with you, you might end up the same way if she doesn't decide to kill you herself."
"Hahahahaha."
Without showing anything, Takeshi seemed not to pay attention to what the guard was saying, as if he were above all this bullshit.
"Tch… keep acting smart… you'll die like everyone else," the guard muttered, frustrated at being ignored.
He would've liked to hit him a bit, but touching the Mizukage's toy wasn't an idea fit for the wise.
After a few minutes of walking, they finally arrived in front of the room where Mei was staying.
Knock knock knock.
The bald man knocked softly on the door; his attitude changed completely, going from arrogant bastard to a seasoned bootlicker.
"Lady Mei, I've brought you the prisoner," he said respectfully.
"Alright, you may leave…" an authoritative voice replied from inside. She hadn't even bothered to come open the door after all, she was the Mizukage.
The guard immediately obeyed, leaving Takeshi standing in front of the door before retreating without waiting. He had enough experience to know what happened to those who failed to satisfy that woman's whims.
"Are you going to just stand there?" Mei continued, noticing that Takeshi hadn't come in yet.
Without a word, the young man pushed the door open and entered the room. This chamber, specially arranged for the village's leader, brought back many memories for Takeshi.
The first time he had opened his eyes here this bed, his dick out in the open, a kunai at his throat…
Tch… fucking humiliating, he cursed inwardly.
But one thing quickly caught his attention: Mei wasn't in the room. The bed was neatly made, yet she wasn't there. As Takeshi swept the room with his gaze, the voice of the woman he was looking for echoed from behind the small bathroom door.
"So you don't even greet me anymore?" she asked, her sharp voice reeking of arrogance.
So you were there!
Without hesitation, Takeshi headed for the bathroom, opening the door without any embarrassment. She wanted him to greet her, so he would do it properly.
"I see you've grown more confident…" Mei said calmly as she turned around, showing no trace of surprise, as if she had expected it. "Going so far as to open the door to peek at a woman taking a bath… did our last encounter go to your head?"
Takeshi, for his part, was a bit lost in the spectacle before him.
Mei was there, completely naked, water streaming down her body, tracing her voluptuous curves. Her ass was nicely rounded, and her wet hair clung to her breasts, hiding her nipples and part of her face… mature, yet rather cute.
As if answering a call to battle, Takeshi's cock had risen, hard and ready to tear through anything in its way something the woman didn't miss, her gaze settling on it.
"So you have no shame at all?" she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"No shame…?" Takeshi finally spoke. "Wouldn't that apply more to you, Mizukage? Wasn't that the reason you called me?"
He calmly removed his clothes, letting his rock-hard member breathe.
"What do you think you're doing?" she replied.
"I'm going to take a shower first. That's logical, isn't it… unless… you prefer it with all the body seasoning?" Takeshi shot back as he stepped under the shower with her.
Hot water cascaded from the showerhead, filling the bathroom with a constant noise and thick steam that made the air heavy and humid.
Mei stood with her back to him, hands pressed against the tiled wall, letting the water run down her arched back, over her firm, rounded ass, and along her thighs.
She hadn't pushed Takeshi away. After all, he was right that was why she had come, and her pussy could easily testify to it.
Suddenly, Mei felt the man's hard shaft press against the crack of her ass, already throbbing with impatience.
"You just can't help yourself, can you? Aren't you afraid of death?" she said as she tucked away a stray lock of hair.
Takeshi placed his hands on her hips, his fingers sinking into her wet flesh, and pulled his pelvis back to press her against him.
"How could I resist?" he murmured to her.
"…You like it as much as I do… good, because I fully intend to use you until the very end," she replied, turning her head to look at him, her eyes filled with savage possessiveness.
Shit… a yandere nymphomaniac.
But at this point, did it really matter? Maybe it did but for now, he had to fulfill his role as a demon of lust.
"Perfect… I was just thinking of making you squirt until you're dehydrated, my beauty…"
He slid one hand forward, down her flat, soaked stomach, to her shaved, already swollen crotch.
Takeshi's fingers found her pussy, her lips parted by the water and her arousal, and he slowly pushed a finger inside, feeling her hot, slick walls tighten around him.
"Hmmm…!"
Mei gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder, her wet hair whipping across her face. All the stress she had built up evaporated, her body suddenly feeling much lighter.
She was used to fucking men who bragged about their skill, but none of them came close to this spy and she killed them afterward to keep them quiet… but Takeshi knew exactly where and how to give her pleasure.
Concluding that this wasn't a coincidence, she had decided to make Takeshi her personal sex toy far from imagining that, in truth, it might be the other way around.