The air in the courtyard was cold. The sky was still pitch black.
Yugao was already sweating. Her black training suit clung tightly to her skin. Her purple hair whipped around her face as she swung her katana.
Her speed was impressive. The rigid ANBU muscle memory was finally fading. She was swinging with the lethal, fluid intent of the Hiten Mitsurugi.
"Your shoulders are relaxed," I said, walking slowly around her. "But your hips are still lagging. You're holding back on the pivot."
Yugao stopped. She lowered her blade. Her chest heaved heavily. "I'm trying to keep my balance."
"Balance is an illusion."
I stepped right behind her. I didn't just stand close. I closed the gap completely. I pressed my chest flush against her back. My hands clamped firmly onto her waist.
Yugao gasped. Her body stiffened.
"Relax," I ordered. My voice was a low rumble right next to her ear.
I pulled her hips back against mine to correct her stance. As I did, I deliberately ground my hard dick directly into the soft cleft of her ass.
Through the thin material of her training pants, the contact was undeniable. It was thick, hard, and pressing right against her.
Yugao froze completely. Her eyes widened. She knew exactly what was pressed against her ass. A week ago, her ANBU instincts would have screamed at her to draw a kunai and strike.
But she didn't move.
The system's [Master's Presence] weighed heavily on her mind. Her resistance crumbled. The grief for Hayate was gone, completely overwritten by raw physical dominance. She didn't pull away. She just stood there, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.
"Bend your knees," I commanded.
She obeyed blindly. As she lowered her stance, her firm ass rubbed directly up and down against my erection.
I let out a low, rough breath. I grabbed her hips tighter, holding her firmly in place.
"Good. Now swing," I whispered.
Yugao raised her sword. Her arms trembled. She swung the blade through the forms. Every time she pivoted, her tight ass ground against my hard dick. The friction was intense.
I didn't step back. I moved with her. I stayed glued to her back, matching her rhythm. I let her feel exactly how hard she was making me.
"F-Focus on the blade," Yugao stammered. Her voice cracked. Her breathing was completely ragged.
"I am focused," I replied. I slid one hand from her waist down to her stomach, pulling her back even tighter against my crotch. "Your form is getting sloppy, Captain. Are you distracted?"
"N-No..." she moaned softly.
She was lying. Her thighs were shaking. The heavy friction against her ass was sending intense heat straight down to her pussy. I could smell her arousal mixing with her sweat in the crisp morning air. She was getting wet right in the middle of her courtyard.
We moved through the final sequence. I kept my dick pressed hard into her cleft the entire time. When she executed the final downward slash, I gave her hips one last, deliberate thrust.
Yugao let out a sharp, breathless gasp. She dropped her sword. It clattered loudly onto the grass.
She stood perfectly still, pinned against my body. She panted heavily. Her face was flushed a dark, feverish red.
I finally took a step back. The cold morning air rushed between us.
"Session over," I stated calmly.
Yugao didn't turn around to look at me. She couldn't. She just crossed her arms over her chest, trying desperately to control her heavy breathing. She nodded once.
I turned and vaulted over the fence, heading back to my villa.
I left the disciplined ANBU Captain standing alone in her yard, staring blankly at her dropped sword, completely dripping wet inside her training pants.
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