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The Onsen (Ghost of Tsushima One-Shot) 🌬️

Reimagined and revisioned: September 2023 👺

One-shot description: Jin Sakai is known as a proud Samurai living on a small island near the great Japanese empire - Tsushima. And when he gets washed on a beach near your home, it obviously caught a lot of attention.

A/N: For starters, I know that ghost of Tsushima has a few missteps here and there, especially when we’re looking at the historical part (Jin couldn’t be using katana bcs it didn't exist at this period, Mongols would never agree to an individual duel because they didn’t know what does it mean, Mongols didn't wear much armor (NAKED BOIS) etc, insert more whining here), but hey. I never tended to learn more about the Japanese culture and this game certainly sparked some interest inside of me. Also, I am no Japanese culture expert. This one-shot was written though a course of seven days and I tried to Google the fucking maximum about both the culture (at this given time period) and Japanese relationship towards sex, as well as all the activities related to this topic, but it won't be 100% accurate nonetheless. Yet I can say proudly that I've tried to treat the concept with respect and love.

Word count: 14.5K

Pairing: Jin Sakai x female reader (He HAS a strong chaotic-bi energy, but he's talking about girls in the hot springs, so... 👀)

Warnings: Fluffy smut 🥵❤️

Tsushima, the Izahura region, the Akamo prefecture, 1274:

The last few weeks... How would you even start talking about the last few weeks? It all started on Komoda Beach, on one memorable summer night - the night that gave birth to a legend. It also was the same summer night during which most of Tsushima's regions lost all their hope and fell in flames. On that night, the forces of fierce Mongolian invaders and samurai defending their homes have clashed... The Mongols came out of the battle victorious. You hadn't been on the beach to witness the battle with your own eyes, but the flames and smoke that shrouded the Izahura region told everyone more than they needed to know. The samurai have been slain, their blood soaked into the wet sand and hope slowly faded.

That was until... Until the legend started to spread. It was spread by the monks, peasants, and traveling merchants. All it took was the story of a vengeful samurai spirit that was protecting and avenging the regular folk for the first sparks of resistance to be forged. People were now trying to fight back, they learned their own methods of dealing with the Mongols as well as traitors and bandits who were trying to benefit from the chaos. Well, that was how you came into play.

It turned out that Mongolian invaders were more than mesmerized by geishas and concubines. The men were inclined to lower their guards and talk about important information in front of the dancing women, letting them gather intel as well as inform other cells of the resistance. To keep safe, the geishas of Izahura started to gather in mansions where they lived together in harmony. The times were desperate and independent women needed to support independent women. You were nowhere near being a geisha. You hadn't entered Okiya as a teenager nor received any proper training in the arts of communication and culture.

All you were was a regular peasant coming from a nearby village, just around half a kilometer away from the farm glorified to a geisha residence. You managed to run when the attack came, saving your life as you watched your home turn into ash. For some time, you wandered around the Akamo prefecture, getting by thanks to foraging and your knowledge of the herbs. Back in your village, you've been the healer's apprentice, learning the art of Kampo. And one day, starved, dehydrated, and almost delusional, you stumbled right into the farm's fields. The geishas took notice of you as they ran towards you, but they didn't catch you in time. All they could do was drag you into the residence, nursing you back to health. The women took a liking to you and since all of them agreed that they could use help around the household. While the geishas tried to gather as much information as possible, you were the person actually running the house - doing dishes, buying food from merchants, doing the laundry, cleaning up... Sometimes, you posed as company to geishas themselves, serving as a shoulder to cry on or pretending to be a client for the apprentices. If there was no one on hand, you even had to serve food and saké to geishas and their clients, always leaving the room as soon as you could. There was always so much to do to occupy your mind.

The women weren't mean enough to let you work all alone, but it felt nice to have a spare pair of hands who could cover everything they couldn't. When you found yourself with nothing to do, you oftentimes left the households to pay respect to kami or to take care of nearby shrines as you felt that it could also boost the spirits all around. It was a simple life and a very shaky piece of stability in the heart of the Akuma prefecture, but it almost appeared as if the war had never touched this small piece of heaven.

It was one evening when you heard some fuss coming all the way from the beach. The two minarai (author's note: minarai is a stage in geisha's apprenticeship in which the geisha-to-be finds a mentor whom she watches and learns the craft by literally accompanying them and watching them) living inside the household had taken a stroll down the beach while you sat in the garden, doing the laundry in a lazy, relaxed pace. You've felt lazy that day, not really looking to overwork yourself - which couldn't get further from what was about to happen. The two girls were leading a strong, noble horse behind them. The animal was majestic, taken care of as well as equipped with intricate war equipment. You've seen the equipment once or twice in your lifetime; it was during the evening when the noble samurai of the Adachi clan came to patrol over your village, making sure everything was in order. That meant that the limp male body lying on the horseback was a... A samurai.

The man became hot news in the household instantly - all the samurai were supposed to be dead, weren't they? They all died that night on Komoda beach, didn't they? Who was this? An impostor, trying to give hope to people? Was this someone pretending to be a samurai to either scare off the invaders or scam people? The women put the man in your care, adding yet another chore to your calendar. It was logical that he was assigned to your care; you’ve been the only one who had medical training. The man… He looked bad. His armor was torn to shreds, and his mask cracked right in the middle. His skin was pale due to the blood loss, and the wounds on his hips were wide and deep. It took you enormous amounts of herb tinctures, cloths, and other corrective measures just to stop the bleeding. As the sun started coming out, you were sitting next to the man with your arms covered in his blood all the way up to your elbows, multiple buckets of bloody and muddy water were situated around both your bodies. Good news? You’ve managed to stop the bleeding. Bad news? The samurai was covered in ice-cold sweat, his muscles were spasming uncontrollably as his fever started to rise.

When you finally caught a breath, you climbed down into the living room, briefing all the curious women and lady Kohaku on the man’s physical state. Since there was very little time to loose, you’ve taken his horse and rode to almost every nearby villages, trading a serious amount of your supplies for various herbs and tinctures you weren’t skilled enough to make. However, as you climbed back into the attic without the rush of yesterday’s urgency, there was this sneaking sense of shyness creeping at the back of your head. This time, before even looking in his general direction, you prayed to Inizagi to let the man survive the hardships he was enduring.

Usually, as you finished praying, you picked up enough courage to undo his shitagi and tug his hakama a bit lower. Your fingertips moved on his skin lightly, as tips of brushes; the movements needed to be swift and precise so you wouldn’t tear his wounds open on accident. Taking care of the mysterious samurai usually meant that you took cloth soaked with pus off, disinfected all the wounds, put healing tinctures all over his chest, and then covered all the wounds with freshly washed cloths, which you also put through alcohol cleansing and hot steam disinfection.

The longer you've spent tending to his wounds, the more one quality about this man became obvious. It was the fact that… The mysterious man was a fighter. He wasn’t going down anytime soon. There were remnants of many scars everywhere around his chest and arms, most of them weren’t even properly taken care of; forever remaining bulky and pink. Yet no matter how many scars there were, how deep they reached, or how ugly they looked, the samurai seemingly dealt with all of them... And kept on pushing forward. Whoever he was, he had to have an enormous amount of will to live; on top of numerous scars, he was also recovering pretty quickly. On the third day of his recovery and the third evening of his coma, there were sturdy and solid scabs instead of opened layers of skin and sometimes even muscle tissues.

That night, you’ve also taken matters a step further. First in order, there was changing the pieces of cloth, of course. After finishing tenting to the wounds and clothing the man, you've also made sure that his hair is neatly tugged behind an elegant black hachimaki. It was right there and then when you finally took a moment to look at his face, shoving a bucket of warm water next to you, preparing a washcloth to finally clean him from all of the mud and sand. Slowly and carefully, you've moved the last strands of hair off his forehead. This was the first time you've noticed your fingers shaking subtly. It was hard to breathe calmly, actually; your cheeks started to warm up and your blood started to boil slowly, moment by moment. It had been so long since you'd spent some time alone... With a man. Well, you've never technically spent intimate time with a man; you've only spent a few hasty moments with young, loutish boys, stealing kisses in corners the adults couldn't see.

Never in your life have you touched a man in an empty room, especially having the freedom to let your palms roam free. Sure, the man might've been unconscious, but there wouldn't be anyone to snitch on you. And the man laying on the futon in front of you was... Handsome. With the utmost care, you've cleaned every crevice of his face. You've dragged the washcloth over the curve of his nose, over the closed lids of his eyes, soft scoops of his upper and lower lip... Finishing up with his round chin and the stubble. To calm down, you've started moving all of the buckets downstairs as well as dragging his swords, armor, and mask along so you could clean his gear.

The farmhouse was practically empty at this hour of the day; most of the geishas were either with their clients (both in various rooms inside the house as well as traveling to their client's designed locations) or asleep, there was a bunch of girls sitting under sakura trees in the garden, plucking their music instruments and the only person present, really, was lady Kohaku. The woman was smoking in the corner of the room, going through the accountancy to see all of the expenses and earnings while preparing new pieces of information for the rebellious forces. Letting a deep breath out, you've sat down next to a water pump, laying out the armor in front of you. As you cleaned the armor itself, it wasn't anything special. There was nothing to take note of - no crests to be found, any special materials used to craft... It wasn't much more than regular samurai armor. Almost every samurai riding to Komoda Beach on that faithful night was wearing a similar armor set. The realization hit you as you picked up his katana and tanto to start polishing it. The moment you've seen the crest, the moment you've let it fall onto the ground. Lady Kohaku took immediate notice of the ruckus.

A furrow had appeared on her face as she approached you, taking one last drag out of her kiseru (author's note: kiseru is basically a Japanese tobacco pipe; it was invented in the 16th century, way after the story takes place, but when I think about an older woman who is the head of a brothel, concubine or geisha house, I just think that smoking goes hand in hand with their overall image) before she pulled her silky robe rightly to her body and walked over to the veranda. - "What's the matter, young one? Did you cut your finger?" "No, ma'am." - You admitted, quickly picking up the samurai's gear off the ground. It could be perceived as an act of disrespect if the Lady wouldn't know you for as long as she did. The older woman actually really enjoyed having you around, she admired your personality and all the help you've brought to the house. Because of that, Kohaku knew you'd been caught off guard. - "I'm sorry for interrupting you, ma'am." "Don't apologize, child. Have you noticed something worrisome on the gear?" - The woman dismissed. The quick glance over your shoulder had told her more than she needed to know. You've realized something.

"The man we're hiding in the attic might be very, very dangerous, ma'am. If the Mongols find him..." "Do you know who he is?" "I'm assuming I do, ma'am." - As you started to explain in a somber, quiet tone, your eyes admired the katana. - "The village I was born in was under the watch of clan Adachi. And they've been the most wonderful masters. It's also commonly known that the Adachi clan had strong connections to other clans around Tsushima. And one of the clans was the Sakai clan." - As you finished, your thumb moved out of the way, showing Kohaku the Sakai crest decorating the fuchi.

Lady Kohaku was speechless for a moment. This woman was practically a genius who knew about all of the stories going around Tsushima, all of the gossip and rumors were a sea she was well-oriented in. Naturally, the woman realized what you've been telling her. The man laying in the attic was no ordinary samurai, no. He was one of a kind, the last successor to the clan of Sakai. And as the story went, this man was no ordinary samurai - he turned into the vengeful spirit of Tsushima's people, the single vedge restraining the Mongols from a full-on, devastating invasion further into the Izahura region. The man turned into the Ghost, into all of the fury and hatred of the people as well as vengeance and retaliation which the peasants wanted. This was no ordinary damn samurai.

"I see." - Kohaku answered simply, picking her kiseru up to have a long drag. Then, she fell silent for quite some time; she let out a long huff, letting heavy smoke slowly come out of her mouth and nose. The smoke was so heavy, in fact, that it covered her face for quite some time. - "The best thing to do is to keep it yourself, young one. Don't alert the girls, don't tell them who Lord Sakai is. We shall pretend he had never graced our house with his presence. Giggling about having a samurai in the attic is more than enough, we don't want them to go entirely crazy over the man." "Understood, ma'am. I'll get back to cleaning his equipment now, sorry for bothering you." "You aren't bothering me." - The woman chuckled, pouring you a tea before she carried it to you. - "Have this and take it slow. It'll help, trust me." - As you promised, so you did; before calling it a day, you managed to clean all of his gear and carry it back to the attic before other girls could take notice.

As the fifth day of Sakai laying in a coma rolled around, you took his horse for another ride. The horse was sweet, very calm, and very responsive. Even though it was a war horse that was trained to survive even the most stressful of situations, it seemingly enjoyed dragging the cart around as you set on your regular route - buying rice, trading fish, pastries, spices, and saké. It was a long route since you traveled all over the Akamo prefecture. Usually, the locals also invite you for a bowl of rice and some tea to have a chat, to tell you what's new. People liked you ever since you started trading with them a few weeks back, you simply had that kind of oomph about you. Naturally, as per usual, you've arrived back rather late in the day. As you gave all the records to Kohaku, you prepared warm water and disinfected pieces of cloth in preparation to clean Sakai's wounds. Yet as you climbed up, your body already buzzing with excitement to let your gaze wander around his face and dragging tips of your fingers across his chest, to your horror you realized that the attic is... Empty. The armor was gone, and his katana too.

With blood disappearing out of your face, you carefully climbed back down and walked right to Lady Kohaku. Your palms were trembling, and you began sweating profoundly. The house wasn't raided, clearly, but having a man of such importance simply vanish was... Something. Especially given his state. Had he subdued to his wounds? Had he passed aways while you were gone, making sure all of the errands are taken care of? This possibility scared you even more. "He's... Gone." - This was everything you were able to say out loud to Kohaku at that moment. Her dark brown eyes raised to you as she put her shodo down, chuckling. - "Had he... Did I do something wrong? I've used all my knowledge and cared for his health according to my best skill. I am..." "Follow me, young one. Take a breath and come." - The old matriarch laughed under her breath, waiting for you to get your shit together. As you stop an incoming panic attack, you've followed the woman outside.

It was a beautiful, warm late spring evening; everything you planted in the gardens and on the soil was blossoming, giving the gardens a breath of fresh air. When geishas wanted to let out some steam and just generally come to other thoughts, they didn't shy away from picking up the farm tools and dug around in the soil for hours on end, planting various seeds and flowers. For you, the gardens were a sanctum. When you felt tired or just overall weren't in a good mood, you mostly found yourself sitting in the gardens for hours as you watched life move around you - dancing classes, as well as musical and cultural lectures, took place outside, so you always had something to watch. Sometimes, the geishas invited you to join the classes too just so you wouldn't be left alone in a corner. It was usually Yui who persistently asked you to join them in training the arts.

It took you off guard when you heard a few notes of music coming from the far end of the garden; you've been used to listening to shamisen all the time... You never heard a flute being played in the gardens. As was to be expected, the girls gathered at a good viewing point, watching the mysterious samurai play as they chattered and whispered excitedly. Although you usually didn't share their excitement for men and activities connected to them, you also couldn't but stare at the man for a second. For a moment, a vacuum filled your head as you saw him awake for the very first time. His skin had a peachy, healthy tone and the bags under his eyes became less prominent; this was mainly due to Kohaku's hospitality. As soon as she noticed Jin climbing down rather clumsily, she invited him for tea and lunch which the girls just finished cooking. He was also even more attractive than before; his posture was good, he carried himself with grace and nobility, and his warm expression added a bit of something that wasn't present in his face when he was in limbo. Lord Sakai was... Really handsome. And you've touched him, unsupervised, for hours on end. Wow.

"There he is, alive and well, nursed back to good spirits and health." - Lady Kohaku explained, smiling at you and bowing slightly, paying the samurai respect. The man finished his song in return, putting the flute down before fixing his hachimaki - when he was done and looked up to Kohaku, he realized she was not alone; in the same instant, he was respectfully bowing down, his forehead touching the ground as he paid you an enormous amount of respect. It didn't slip you that after he bowed, he hissed under his breath; the movement was too sudden for his wounds. Also, this much respect wasn't anything you had imagined in your wildest dreams - all you expected was a thank you, a smile, and a slight bow in the very best scenario. And rightfully so - Sakai was a nobleman, you weren't much more than a simple peasant. Rather awkwardly, you bowed yourself. - "We better honor the kami for letting Y/N do the best she could." "Thank you for adhering to my wish, Lady Kohaku." - The man said quietly enough to keep the topic of discussion a secret from all the ears and eyes glued to you. With that, Sakai picked himself up (even the slightest movements seemingly caused him a lot of pain) and smiled at you. It was a warm and sincere smile... That made you even more confused. Why was he acting so nice? "That's the simplest request I could fulfill, my lord. I'll let you discuss the matters you wish to talk about with Y/N. After you're done, come find me. We need to have a talk." - The last piece of information was for you, so you nodded in Kohaku's direction, still caught off guard by Jin Sakai in his entirety. With that, Kohaku turned on her heels and left the two of you alone, walking back into the house. Jin, painfully aware of his small fan club, prompted you to take a walk in the opposite direction - this wooden road led to a nearby onsen which the geishas claimed after they bought the farm. It was great for the clientele.

"Never in my wildest dreams would I expect to wake up in a place like this." - That was the first thing he said after you've been far enough from the other geishas. The tone of his voice gave away some sort of tenderness and curiosity. This complimented you greatly. - "Needless to say, it saved my life. Kami were watching over me on that day and I couldn't be more grateful. Without your care, I'd most likely die in the wilderness, washed up on the shore. "It was my duty, Lord Sakai. Your uncle is the lord of Tsushima... Not giving you a helping hand would bring us back luck for many years to come as well as it would attract oni. It would bring misfortune and shame to a house which already doesn't have the best name." - At that, you chuckled to let Sakai know you were joking to some degree or another. The way he raised the corner of his lips made you sure that the joke landed, amusing Sakai.

"Can I confide in you?" - Sakai followed up right after, making your blood pressure rise even higher. Being alone with a man of his social status was scandalous enough already, but letting him confide in you and listen to his secrets was directly inappropriate. And yet, even though realizing all of that, you nodded and waited for what he had on his mind. - "Of course, my lord. What's ailing you?" "It's just that... I haven't felt this calm in a long time. Now that it's war and I have to defend my home, I need to be ready to draw my katana any second. It feels like on each step of my journey, I sought justice and only found bloodshed. It's wonderful to see a place that wasn't touched by war. It feels like sanctuary, place where people still live in peace with the land and kami. It's charming." - The man confided, grinning.

The confession made you grin too. Such kind words coming from a lord felt... Refreshing. At the end of the day, your reputation didn't matter to Lord Sakai at all. It didn't matter what names the folk called you or what insensitive insults they thrown your way... Sakai felt safe and calm. Explaining the importance this message would be an impossible task, it just made you proud. For a moment, you walked in silence, just listening to the lively buzz. Letting your heart rate slow down a bit, you waited before you opened another topic. Sakai stopped in his tracks, leaning his shoulder into a tree trunk as he watched lady Yuriko and her apprentice Akali learning how to dance. Yuriko was a very strict teacher, never shying away from using a reed if necessary. Now, she watched her apprentice like a hawk, tapping her reed in an unexistent melodious rhythm - anytime Akali made a mistake, Yuriko's tessen slapped either her feet or her hands instantaneously.

You've almost stayed silent, leaving Sakai to his little oasis in the middle of the garden. It was a nice sight, after all. The silent beauty almost made you jealous. In the last second, you've managed to gather enough courage to start another chit chat. "How are your wounds, my lord? Are you feeling better?"

He hadn't answer at first, he just glanced at you and let his eyes slip across your face. Sakai surely wasn't stupid in any regard, he knew he wasn't talking to a geisha. Your art of communication wasn't sufficient neither meaningful enough, it resembled a stomping bear if anything. In fact, you were positive that every word you've chosen could get you into trouble - in fact, the Lord would ponder if you were rude just few months back. Your overall energy wasn't matching teirs in any way, but in a good way. It was enjoyable. There was something so delicate about you, something so innocent and gentle that Jin Sakai feared he'd break it if he touched it. It was exactly that little something was thrilling Sakai beyond the boundaries of every good manner in existence.

He'd asked about his savior from the first moment he woke up. Lady Kohaku took a few hours to give into his insistence, but then shetold him everything there was about you. The story about a normal, everyday woman charmed him. Truth was, he was expecting just an everyday girl he'd just thank and move on with his adventures. There wasn't anything he'd describe as everyday about you - in fact, he had trouble taking his eyes off you. The more he realized you two were brought up in two entirely different worlds, the more he was reeled under your spell. This dilemma was as exciting as it was confusing.

Samurai were brought up with honor and a very strict moral code that wasn't to be bent in any way. Let's say that being seduced by a peasant, someone leagues below his social status, was something to be frowned upon. Especially when said peasant wasn't doing it actively. Everything about this situation was, in fact, forbidden.

"I'm feeling well, lady Y/N." - Sakai said after staring at you for longer than socially acceptable. Much to his dismay, you were staring into the distance, taking in the beautiful sunset in distance. - "The wounds are deep and they'll take weeks before healing properly. It'll take months before I'll be able to do everything I'm used to, but your care saved me a lot of time. Tell me, how comes a common peasant knows so much about medicine?" - Your eyes snapped back to Sakai, making his heart skip a beat. Imperceptible blush spreaded on his cheeks, the knowledge of your attention spreading hot blood through his stream. The spark in his eyes intensified ever so slightly.

"That's simple, my Lord. Back at my home, I was an appretince to a wise healer who tried passing her legacy onto me. The woman taught me how to ready and how to write, so I sould archive various medical records and read how to mix and make tinctures and medicine otherwise too intricate to memorize. In exchange for her time and patience, I helped running her household and took care of everyday things for her, I cooked for her, did her dishes, washed her clothes... The healer even let me assist her when bandits or ronins assaulted our homes. It could be a perfect little life if it didn't anger my parents so much." "Why wouldn't your parents be proud of their daughter becoming a healer? Such life path is always admirable, healers are needed and well-respected." "Not for them, no. They've always dreamt of marrying me and sister off to a good family, a family where they'd have a lot of food, good husbands... Envisioned me with children. Being a healer might be rewarding, but it's also lonely. Their envisioment of my life wouldn't excite me, neither would it fulfill me."

"Going against your parents wishes..." "There aren't any wishes anymore, my Lord, not after what the Mongols did to them. I'm a woman without a family and past, without dowry and therefore, without any future. Lady Kohaku knows I'm unmarriable, but accepted my services anyway, so I'm very grateful." - Bowing elegantly, you forced a smile on your face. Your desire was to be a healer, that much was true; but becoming one wouldn't mean you'd be forever alone. You wanted a family and children. But it would be a gruel task to achiever such dream without any dowry or estate. Seeing the muscles in your face twitch unhappily, Sakai decided not to follow up on the topic - he was curious, of course, but bringing you grief and pain would be insensitive.

"Where's my horse?" - Sakai asked instead. Watching the corners of your mouth turn upward calmed him, realising he hadn't lost you just yet. "I've personally taken care of it, lord Sakai. It's a strong, stubborn one... Took me a few days before I calmed it down enough to approach it. Such horses, however, also need regular rides to stretch their legs." "Let me guess, you've helped Sora stretched her legs?" - Slowly, Sakai started walking toward the residence. Your time together was coming short - a fact you were painfully aware of. You'd anything just to prolong it a bit more, now that you've caught a glimpse of the thoughtful, playful man under the stone mask of a samurai. You were saddened by his incoming departure. This departure surely meant you won't speak to lord Sakai again. Things like these happened once in a lifetime. At least you were lucky enough to live through it. "Yes. Stretched her legs well, she helped me taking care of everyday needs, helped me bring rice and food." "She's calm, she's an amazing horse. I'm glad she could be of use."

With that, you finally reached the back shoji leading into the kitchen. Sakai swung onto the terace, still facing you, his lips sealed in one thing, straight line. If you'd have to describe Jin Sakai, you'd have to threat carefully. A wrong word would reveal all the excitement you felt in your guts - it would reveal how close was this man to bringing you onto your knees. You'd start by disclosing he's very handsome and charming, something you wouldn't see yourself admitting about a samurai. Truth be told, you didn't have a lot of experience with men, as you've said. Kohaku always said that good manners were a way into a girl's heart and also, when she got too drunk, she'd admit it was a good way between her legs... Well, lady Kohaku was right. This was the first intimate conversation with a man since you've been a little kid. The first conversation that had your face flushed.

"I'll leave you to your reconvalescence now, lord Sakai. It was my pleasure." - As good manners dictated, you bowed properly and deeply. To your surprise, Sakai repeated your actions, bowing even deeper than you did. Such respect... How did you earn it? "I shall thank you for your time and attention then, lady Y/N. May the Kami forever favor you. I am in your debt." - Sakai answered. "Don't... I... I am not a lady, my lord. Just a simple girl who doesn't deserve your gratitude." - Saying that, you straightened up and turned on your heels, leaving him there to pursue your duties.

That day's chores weren't dreadful neither were they long. The excitement of walking around Lord Sakai, even if it was walking on eggshells, made everything more enjoyable. Even doing the dishes wasn't as dreadful as it usually was, in fact, it was done better and faster than it would be otherwise. When you were done with everything, you finally gathered yourself for the talk with lady Kohaku. She was calm as usual, casually informing you about your duties for the following week. Having a schedule always calmed you down.

Soon after, you were finished with your duties, joining the other girls in the gathering room. Just as expected, Lord Sakai was the guest of honor for the evening, sitting right in the middle. The Geishas were amusing him with music, dance and various anectodes. It was a surprise to all when Sakai stood up way before the night was coming to an end. He didn't seem bored, so all the girls looked at Kohaku with confusion. The lady of the house, however, accepted Sakai's bow with one of her own and watched as he started walking toward the shoji.

"I can't thank you and your Geishas enough for providing me with help and pleasant distraction in time of dire need, lady Kohaku. I shall leave your residence early in the following morning, not to cause more trouble than necessary." - Sakai expressed with true gratitutude written all over his face. Kohaku chuckled in response, waving her palm at him. As you and the other Geishas bowed to lord Sakai as well, you couldn't help but raise your eyes and take a good look at him for one last time. For the love of gods, this man was so handsome it was painful - each of his moves was filled with grace, his face one of the most beautiful views you've seen in your life. The yukata lady Kohaku landed Sakai was highlighting his neck and shoulders - your fingers itched just so you could touch his warm skin again. That, however, was forever to be just a fragment memory, an indecent wish and a hopeless with. You still recalled every crevice of his form, all the muscles, fair skin, wounds and unhealed scars. Seeing him walking around like that was making your imagination run wild. Kohaku, thankfully, put an end to your wandering and distracted mind.

"It was our utmost pleasure to provide you with refuge and aid, young master. Please, carry on with my wish and chose a companion for your bath, as the proof of our utmost loyalty and support. My girls are excited to entertain you." - At that moment, you could hear the giggles and excited sighs all over the room. It felt like a gutwrenching punch, taking all the color from your face. Lord Sakai was to choose a companion for the night, huh? Someone who'd make him laugh, someone who'd ease his mind and make lo... A companion. He might've been a man of honor, but you weren't a silly little girl either. You knew how accompanying such a handsome and interesting man went. No Gaisha would be strong enough to endure his charm.

Your house had all kinds of entertainers. These were the most beautiful and graceful women your prefecture had to offer, the best of the best. Yui was dangerous, seductive and not adhering to the Geisha code at all - she'd keep lord Sakai very entertained, you imagined. His eyes turned in her direction, having you almost throw your heart out, that much was for sure, but he just nodded at Kohaku and stood up. After that, he was on his way.

"I've already informed you of my choice, lady Kohaku. I'm not plannig on acceptin anyone's company... Other than hers, that is. I can't express enough of my gratitude for the care lady Y/N has provided me with, I'm afraid, so this would be my way of thanking her. Please, I hope you adhere to my sincere wish." "And as I've said, young man, it's for her to choose. I won't force this upon her, since she's not one of my Geishas." - The woman answered with a mischievous grin, having all the girls giggle even more uncontrollably. You could feel their palms on your shoulders, their excited whispers and sighs. Even Yui was looking at you with genuine surprise. "Wouldn't expect you to do otherwise, ma'am." - Sakai whispered, leaving the gathering room. In that instant, the ruckus started - the girls were talking over one another, giggling excitedly. Some of them were giving you tips on how to behave, what topic to avoid, some were offering to lend you their best kimonos. It wasn't until Kohaku clapped her hand that they fell silent, stepping aside.

You, you realized. Sakai chose you as his companion for the night. He chose an everyday woman over all these beautiful, interesting Geishas. Kohaku knew well it wouldn't be wise to let you accompany Sakai. You were a damn peasant, not a woman brought up to be an entertainer. Lady Kohaku was well aware of that fact. She even thought about denying the request right away... But... It was lord Sakai she was talking about. This man was a myth and a legend giving strength to people. He was their reason to continue living and fighting. He was the reason the Mongolians haven't destroyed all fibres of hope just yet. And, well, Kohaku promised to show the utmost loyalty of the house. Being in Sakai's good graces would lead to being in lord Shimura's good grace - that was why she turned to you, waiting for you to stutter out any semblance of an answer.

"Well, get on your feet, dear girl. The young lord chose you as his company for the night." "Ma'am, you can't do this to me. I'm just a peasant, I have no manners, I'll let some ridiculous thought slip past my lips and anger his grace - it's not a good idea. Yui or Akali would be much wiser, safer choice..." "Young one." - Kohaku stopped you, watching as the other girls prepared sake and refreshments for the young lord. - "Have more faith in yourself. If it was such a bad idea, I wouldn't even play with the thought. Worry not, I'm not naive - I'm aware that young lord sees something in you, something he doesn't see in the others. You've learnt much from watching my other girls. All you have to do is to be polite, empathise with his feelings and understand his thoughts - don't forget you're not only representing yourself, you're representing this house. Here." - Carefully, Kohaku pressed the wooden tray into your palms. - "All you have to do is disagree. If you wouldn't want to do..." "I want to do it. I want to... Entertain and accompany the young lord." - You exclaimed to stop her rambling, agreeing maybe a bit too enthusiastically. Kohaku didn't say a word, but her smile said it all. "You aren't a Geisha tonight, young one. Forget the pressure and stay calm for me, all right? As for the question of your mizuage..." (author's note: mizuage is basically a geisha selling her virginity to her highest bitting client) "Ma'am!" - You exclaimed, pure shock in your expression. "... I claim no ownership over it. Whatever you wish to do with your worth and purity is your own decision. As I've said, you aren't a Geisha under my watch." - And with that, Kohaku pushed you right out the door.

Before you gathered yourself, Sakai turned to you - to a decomposed, trembling, flustered mess of a woman, whose palms shook so wildly that she almost dropped all the damn alcohol and food. Trying to stay composed, you inhaled deeply and attempted to send him a warm smile. When he returned the smile, your heart flipped inside your chest. Something in his expression made you feel special and beautiful… Seen. As if someone, for the first time in your life, acknowledged your presence properly. Under his gaze, you didn't feel like a lowly peasant. You felt like a desirable woman. Well, you might've been delusional, but it was a nice illusion.

"For a moment I was sure you'd turn my wish down. It must've troubled you greatly, I imagine. Let me express my gratitude for adhering to it." - With a silent sigh, he took a step closer to steady the palm in your arms - his quiet, endeared scoff didn't slip past your ears. - "Now that I think about it, I hope this foolish wish hadn't caught you off-guard. That would trouble me greatly." - The emotion in his voice almost sent you down on your knees. No way in the world would you be courageous enough to look in the man's face. If his proximity and tone alone made you weak, Sakai's boyish grin would surely send you off to meet the Kami…. Or the Oni. "I'm honored to make you company, my Lord. Please, follow me. I'll lead you to the onsen." - Despite putting in your best efforts to appear collected, you failed to get your voice under control. It was still very shaky, threatening to fail you any second.

As you walked around the garden, Sakai followed you slowly. Neither of you spoke, only the sounds of wind following all your steps. Ownership of an onsen hidden away from the public eye was Lady Kohaku's greatest pride. The hot spring was a well-hidden, secluded sanctuary hidden away from all unwanted glances and attention. It was partially hidden behind a rock formation and plenty of Sakura trees hid it away, bending over under the weight of all their petals and branches. When you had a lucky day and caught Lady Kohaku in a good mood, she allowed you to soak in the hot water. Usually, you'd prepare yourself a cup of hot tea and watch the birds hiding in the Sakura trees as the sun slowly set down. It was a beautiful place. Lady Kohaku usually allowed you and all the other girls to use the onsen after a dutiful, challenging day. It helped tremendously, cleared your mind, and lifted your spirits.

Even though it was a sanctuary, the serenity was nowhere to be found as you walked to it, setting the tray onto a designed spot carved into the stone. The reason your sanctuary wasn't offering any safety was just arriving, sighing pleasantly upon seeing the onsen. Hot, humid air curled atop it, inviting you to relax your body. The sweet scent of flowers and water filled the air, the last rays of sunshine sinking through the petals. Working in silence, you positioned the sake so he could grab it, putting the first batch of Yui's renowned Sashimi right next to it. You could pinpoint the moment Sakai slipped out of his yukata - the fabric slipping off his shoulders had you gasp for air. You kneeled frozen for some time, waiting until you heard a familiar splash of water and a contained sigh. Sakai, thankfully, didn't leave you waiting for long.

"Is there any topic you'd wish to discuss, my lord?" - Hearing your careful, gentle tone, Sakai turned his head to you as he leaned his elbows next to him. Taking careful steps, you'd sit in the grass opposite of him, the lamps lighting your face delicately. The man took his time as he let his eyes slip on your face, another boyish grin forming on his lips. Yep. There it was. You knew it. The grin broke all hell loose in your belly, butterflies tickling you almost violently.

Let it be known that Jin Sakai was a strong man - a samurai raised with a strong sense of morals forcefully instilled within him by his uncle. And yet… You had him weak. Whether he'd bend to your will or break entirely, he was in your grace. Every shy glance excited him, sending shivers down his spine. Each time you took a step back, Sakai's body desired to close the gap. While everything you did showed Sakai respect worthy of a lord, the distance between you felt torturous. From everything you've told Jin hinted you find yourself desirable enough - and he hated you felt this way. If only it wouldn't be forbidden to disclose his attraction… If only he could disclose all the images in his mind, most of which you weren't clothed. If only… He realized you were possibly the most beautiful woman Jin encountered throughout years of loneliness, the most intriguing human being anyway. The samurai wished to listen to every thought and memory in your mind. It would be heaven to lean his head into your lap, letting you yap away about anything and everything. He also realized this night was the only chance for you to live through a small infinity. He'd leave by the morning, leaving you behind. Despite this realization breaking his heart, it needed to be done. Jin was a man on a mission that couldn't be postponed. The Mongolian invasion was a matter of now or never. Every small victory supported and strengthened the cause. He realized the Ghost was needed to keep folks' spirits lifted. Jin dared to postpone it… Just for the night. Just until you fall asleep safely, making his hasty departure a bit easier. Jin postponed it for you.

"Whatever comes to your mind, my lady." - The man murmured after a long time, turning his gaze somewhere in the onsen. - "When I find myself in an onsen, I tend to reflect upon my life, journey, and my destiny; about the paths I've already endured and the ones I'm yet to take." - He explained calmly. "Would you like me to leave?" "No." - The man blurted almost too fast. - "I'm trying to say I wasn't accompanied in an onsen for some time. The change is exciting and endearing. I'm glad to know I'm not alone." "I'm the one to start the conversation, then? Won't you take it as a sign of disrespect?" - You wondered. "Ask me whatever your heart desires, my lady." - The respectful address still made you uneasy. Next to the young lord, you had no social status. There wasn't a singular, logical reason Sakai had to treat you with such an amount of respect… The only explanation was that Jin Sakai understood you as an equal. If his uncle would get to know…

"Are you alone often, my lord?" - You asked, Jin's eyes darted back to you immediately. It was a very intimate question, that you'd admit. Whatever your heart desired, though - that's how Sakai put it. Was it too much? Bowing down, you started apologizing. - "Excuse my rudeness. My words were too bold…" "The path of a warrior is a lonely one. You often lose those who you care for, as I lost my uncle. Ever since the invasion started and I swore to bring justice and honor to his death, I was alone… I had allies, and few friends, but… The answer is yes." - His expression was somber, subdued with painful memories. - "Never apologize for being curious, please, my lady. It's refreshing when someone asks exactly what's on their mind. Most wouldn't dare." - His words were true. Yes, Jin, just like other men, enjoyed being in the presence of Geisha. They were charming, but the conversation got very repetitive. The women dodged giving him a direct piece of information, they never challenged his views or asked daring, eyebrow-rising questions. Your raw curiosity and absence of a filter made the exchange interesting. This was getting fun.

"You must accept my apologies for I'm no geisha, my lord. Whatever it is you expect from me I'll be unable to perform - I can't dance, neither have I mastered the art of communication." - Still bowing, you slowly sat up to see him… Frowning, leaning his head toward his left shoulder. "That's… Why I asked you to join me. I know you're not one of them, a keen eye notices the difference. Trust me, Lady Kohaku informed me about your role in the house very well." - With that, he took a breath. - "Do not take my words as an insult, but normal people like you are humbling - soothing to be around when needed. It's the likes of you that can keep our minds settled in reality. Without normal people, we wouldn't be anything." - Well, Sakai just managed to inform you of being just a lowly peasant - but he was so polite about it that it sounded like politeness. "Thank you for the trust, my lord…" "Jin." - Now, he was looking into your eyes with his lips slightly parted. This was the first time the gentle, vulnerable soul of Jin Sakai poked its head out. As you made eye contact with him, the dynamic slowly started to shift. Jin had some ulterior motives he was chasing with this plea, but you nodded either way. - "Please, do me a favor and call me Jin. I yearn to be just a normal human for tonight. Help me forget about the outside world."

"I was just polite, just like Lady Kohaku taught me to be." - You disclosed sincerely, sending a small grin back - earning one right back. "Let me tell you a secret, Y/N… Born to the Sakai clan, to the clan leading over Tsushima, ensured I'd head a multitude of titles and polite addresses every day. Each word and each act served as a reminder to me of my duties to the people and the codex I swore to revere. But… Sometimes, I yearned for someone who'd peek under the pleasantries and titles… Someone who'd see me for the person, for Jin hiding inside lord Sakai. It's very difficult to ask for most of the time." - There it was again… The raw honesty.

It wasn't hard to imagine since people always took you for what you truly were. Your father was a fisherman, your mother took care of the household - you were just everyday people. You were nowhere near being royalty. Imagine you'd be locked up behind a character you carefully constructed for the public to see, smothering your true self under that mask… A smile appeared on your lips, an endearing twinkle showing in your eyes. As you inhaled deeply, your body started to relax. - "I'll do my best, Jin." "Thank you."

You stayed silent for a bit, waiting for whatever Jin would be up to next. The moment you realized he started bathing, your eyes widened in horror. - "You can't do that! Your wounds will reopen." "Oh, you want to do this yourself?" - Sakai teased with a grin, assuming you were joking. As his eyes glanced at the sincerity and seriousness in your expression, he realized he might get exactly what he asked for. You started to fold the sleeves of your yukata, breathing shakily. Despite joking, upon the realization dawning on him, his abdomen throbbed with excitement. - "… Please?" As you walked over to him, a heart attack was on the horizon. Both of you knew that touching a man like this was highly inappropriate, never mind the fact you were alone. And yet, you slowly dipped your palms in the warm water, sliding your fingers across his shoulders and upper back. To your surprise, the samurai gave into your touch willingly, almost desperately. His breath was hitching with excitement as his muscles naturally followed every small touch. Whenever you'd lean away, even ever so slightly, Jin's body would naturally follow you. This was much more exciting than it should, the loneliness leaving a mark on him. A mark Jin wasn't the proudest of. As you started talking, Jin almost freaked out with how much you scared him.

"Excuse me?" - Jin murmured, looking up to you. Whatever was going on, you furrowed at Sakai - his eyes were darkened with lust (despite never being with a man, you were positive you'd know when a man desired you), his hair breaking out of the bun giving him a very desirable look. His cheeks were rosy and filled with blood, lips parted as if he was waiting for something… Dear Kami, you thought, Jin Sakai was beautiful. "I was just asking if you're alright, Jin?" - Jin, you had to smile to yourself. Jin. You liked his name. You loved pronouncing it, letting the letters slip down your tongue. If it wouldn't be so inappropriate, you'd swear it almost tasted sweet. He wasn't able to form a coherent answer as your thumb pressure on the nape of his neck, tugging on his hachimaki to let his hair down. With a nod, Jin agreed, feeling strands of hair getting released.

"Better than alright." - Sakai sighed dreamily, murmuring as your fingertips dipped into his hair, massaging his scalp. His palm was searching for something, tapping the rock behind his shoulder. At first, you assumed he wanted to have some saké - but then, his fingers scratched your calf. As if he'd done it a thousand times before, Jin lazily threw your leg over his shoulder. Just when you thought it couldn't get better, his palm started smoothing the skin on your foot and calf. "What… What are you doing?" - Trying to keep calm, you still smoother Jin's hair, and played with it absentmindedly. Truth be told, you didn't pay an ounce of attention to anything else other than Jin Sakai, the Ghost of Tsushima himself, having your leg lazily thrown over his shoulder. You watched as his palm thoughtfully teased your skin, the back of his head leaning into your inner thigh as his eyes found yours. Having his head this close to the source of heat that set your body ablaze had you hissing excitedly. Based on his smile, Jin heard the sound.

Watching and feeling as you slowly got excited complimented Jin dearly. The knowledge of your body willingly giving into his unspoken offers with consent sent him into heat beyond his wildest dreams. All the desire written all over your face sent Jin into an abyss he wasn't sure he'd ever escape. The shadows on your face enhanced your features, bringing them into the forefront. The samurai couldn't pinpoint what exactly was it, but you looked ethereal. Each flicker of your lashes allured Jin, nailing in place. It was impossible to look away from you, from all the warmth and sweetness you emitted. Gods… You were breathtaking. With each nail in the coffin of his samurai codex, Jin felt more alive. The passion was too tempting to ignore. As he mentioned, Lord Shurima raised him as his son and a samurai. As such, Sakai knew it wasn't wise or right to give in to his emotions. As a samurai, Sakai was taught to keep his feelings in check, to keep his head clear, and to keep his honor at the forefront of all of his decisions… Jin was failing miserably at that moment.

It could've been months since he'd had a lover by his side. Ako was one of the concubines in his uncle's court, one who showed great interest in Sakai. If it wasn't for the invasion and her subsequent execution, she would've been in the best position to bore Jin's child. As for having a wife, Shimura hadn't introduced any potential candidate. As any man would, he yearned for a lover's touch. He wished to touch the woman's silky skin, run his palms across her curves, kiss the soft spots on her body, and flicker his tongue on their thighs or necks… And… There you were. You were close and your body was warm, making a cold shiver run down his spine. Presumably, it would be wiser to act on those primal thoughts before continuing on his quest… Wouldn't it?

Lazily, Jin smoother your knee pit with the tip of his nose, giving you one last look. It was a plea, a silent question. Utterly mesmerized, you nodded, watching the man plant a gentle kiss on the spot. Your body jointed at the touch, making Jin grin. The reaction gave away more than any amount of words would ever do. Jin found it admirable to find a woman who was still oblivious to one's touch. It was rare to meet one among geishas and concubines - all of them were knowledgeable in the arts of pleasure, having explored each inch of their bodies, knowing exactly what excites them. Jin, however, always felt deeper sympathies toward empty sheets of paper.

Inhaling the scent of your skin, Jin pressed more kisses to the small, gentle spot. Jolting again, your fingers tugged on Sakai's hair, fixing his head in place. It wasn't painful, just tight enough to make Jin moan weakly. As he pushed your leg off his shoulder, he turned to face you, slowly standing up from the body of water. His lips traveled up your leg, planting delicate yet meaningful pecks in an invisible trail. It didn't bother Sakai that you were clothed, he just led the trail atop your clothes. At a point, it became an impossible task to breathe normally - each breath sent a fresh batch of boiling blood running through your veins, every kiss gathering tension in the small bundle of nerves between your thighs. As Jin's head hovered over you, his darkened eyes sent another silent question in your direction. It would be preposterous to simply bore his head between your thighs, but the simple image of Sakai's tongue flickering at the spot where it itched the most… It would be so shameless. But dear Kami, you desperately wanted it.

Sakai couldn't gather how he regained control of himself, but he opted to tower over you, leaning his palms next to your thighs. His fingers itched to undress you, his eyes imagined you nude and in hundreds, thousands of scandalous positions that would please you. Fuck, he was hard for you already. Thankfully, the darkness and very few lamps hid any sign of indecency under the veil of night. As he stared at you, you didn't bother hiding your struggle to breathe and stay still. Still mesmerized by his beauty, you straightened up to match his pose - just so your face and torso would be closer to Jin's. The man lustfully dragged his eyes on your lips before looking into your eyes.

"Can I have an outlandish request?" - Sakai murmured, smoothing your cheek with his thumb. You could feel his breath on your face, the scorching heat of his body, and his smell invading your head. Unable to form words, you nodded. - "Join me… I beg you, Y/N. I won't utter a word to Lady Kohaku… This secret will be safe with me." There was a frantic sense of urge in his tone, his palm pulling your face closer before he stole a peck from your cheek. Looking away, you ran your tongue across your lips as you thought about the offer - Sakai, seemingly hypnotized, hissed. To gain a bit of personal space, you put your palms on his chest… Which was the straw that broke the camel's back. His body was tense, filled to the brim with blind lust, his heart ready to jump out of his chest - just like yours. Could it be? Was he as enchanted with you as you were with him?

Nothing about this situation was wise. You weren't stupid. One thing would lead to another - first, you undress, enter the onsen and before you'd grasp what's happening, you'd be lighter of a mizuage. Mizuage. Purity. Your only palpable worth. It was your only ticket to leave the geisha's house one day. Now that you didn't have family or a dowry, your purity was a commodity you could use as a means of transaction. Surely you weren't in a rush to leave the safety, mainly due to the ongoing invasion, but sometime in the future… On the other hand, you realized well this was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter and your body was betraying you long before Jin planted the images in your head. You desired him, you wished to see his eyes darken and lips smile loosely, you wished to see him undone. Everything about the man ensured he'd be careful. That he'd be slow. And most importantly, he wouldn't tell. Even if you wouldn't be pure by the time the morning sun arose, anyone would know. It would be easy to pretend, wouldn't it? Despite all of this going against your code, you turned your eyes toward the farmhouse. All the lights were out. The girls went to sleep, giving you privacy.

"Under one circumstance." - You muttered finally, pushing him away from you. "What is it you wish?" - … I'll give it to you, Jin almost added. "Don't look at me until I'm sat." - The sincere worry in your expression made Jin laugh, nodding, turning away as you asked. Quickly, you slipped out of your worn-out yukata, hastily throwing it somewhere aside. To ensure he's keeping his word, you held onto his shoulder as you slipped into the onsen. The water's relaxing effect kicked in immediately, making you sigh blissfully. That was the only time Sakai's head turned in your direction… Turning away before he could see anything. Before he knew it, you sat across him. "Thank you, Y/N. I mean it." - Sakai bowed, pouring you a cup of saké. As he handed it over, you shook your head.

"That's your gift from Lady Kohaku, Jin. I'm not allowed to drink it." "But I wish so. Drink up with me." - At first, Sakai came across as pushy, teasing you again. Then, the vulnerable man showed up again, sending you one of those shy boyish smiles. This expression broke you, making you accept the cup. "To your best health, my lord." - Teasing back, you toasted and took a first sip - Jin copying your actions. It was delicious, one from the fresh batch that you'd just delivered. You didn't have good saké in months.

Alcohol was sure to untie your tongues and smudge the social barriers between you, giving you time to relax and ensure everyone in the house was truly asleep. As the night darkened, you chatted away about everything - the conversation was pleasant and smooth. First, you talked about your memories of your birth village and friends while Jin shared stories about his companions, allies, and friends too. It turned sour once you got to the events of Komoda Beach, the knot that seemingly brought your paths together. The atmosphere was somber before you dispersed Jin with anecdotes about your life with the geishas. Alcohol in combination with hot was emboldened you, however - and Sakai too, apparently.

"What did you hear about me, the great Lord Sakai?" - Jin grinned, raising his eyebrows teasingly while pouring you another cup. The question made you laugh, despite Jin's expression darkening a bit. "A lot." - You murmured, winking at him playfully. When you pretended you wouldn't answer, Jin's palm raised the cup out of your reach. - "Heard you're talking to foxes and birds, following them around Tsushima, learning all their secrets, and earning the blessings of Kami… Also heard stories of a guardian, who's hiding in the shadows and patiently awaits the moment when he could strike and defend his land and people again… But I've also heard of the Ghost. That's the most infamous story about you - the most well-known." - As Jin scoffed, he gave you your cup back. When on the topic of unpleasant questions…

"Let me ask… Why did you choose me, Jin? This farmhouse is filled with sensual, gorgeous women, but you asked for a peasant. This feels like a strange dream." - One you were horrified of waking up from, you wished to add. But you sat patiently, waiting for Jin to form an answer. "Which answer do you want?" - Jin muttered without looking at you, sipping on his last cup of saké before setting it aside. "What do you mean?" "Do you want me to be polite… Or shall I say what's on my mind?" - He only raised his eyes at you during the latter part of his sentence, watching you like prey. There wasn't a need for words, your daring smile said it all. Of course, you wanted Jin to be raw and honest. - "Kohaku promised me company for the night if I'd like some, her approximation was simple - I can ask for whoever catches my eye. Don't get me wrong, Akali and Yui are wonderful women… But the moment I laid my eyes on you, I couldn't stop thinking about your smile. Once she disclosed you were my savior, I was lost; the only thing I'm certain of is that the gods blessed me. Under your beautiful face, there's thoughtfulness, intelligence, let alone humor and honesty I wouldn't find in any of these women sleeping inside that house." - Sakai disclosed honestly as you sipped on your saké, his words tarnishing every remnant of politeness. Soon, you felt his foot bumping into yours under the water, caressing it with care.

Even though all he said was evident from his demeanor and acts alone, it felt different to hear it out loud. He truly found you beautiful, he thought you were intelligent and funny. Social class or status was long forgotten - it was just Jin and Y/N ogling at each other in the onsen, trying to suppress all the inappropriate thoughts. "I suppose that wasn't the polite answer, was it?" - Whispering, your foot caressed his calf in return… Making Jin smile and blush. All muscles in his body tensed up under your touch, shivers running down his spine by the time your toe brushed his thigh. Your abdomen tensed up with that beautiful, torturous warmth again. "We promised we'd be honest with each other, right?" - Suddenly, Jin slipped underwater to clear his face and hair, resurfacing again. Strands of hair were messily framing his face, tugging out of the bun he'd attempted to make after you joined him in the onsen.

"What's on your mind right now, Y/N?" - Jin whispered, watching as you licked your lips just as before. This simple, subconscious gesture of yours almost made Sakai jump at you without asking. As his palms found your knees to circle them around his pelvis, you were already fucking lost. Ensuring you were okay with it, his palms slowly found your bottom and kneaded the gentle skin, bringing you closer. Realizing it was his penis poking at your belly made your eyes widen. "You, Jin. You're on my mind." - As he scoffed, you furrowed in response. Did you say something stupid? - "What's funny about that?" "… You're on my mind too." - Sakai admitted, finally leaning closer to kiss you. The entire time you sat across him felt like torture - each time you'd smile, Jin was on the brink of begging. He'd do anything for a simple peck. Your lips tasted better than he'd imagine, and just like you did before, he licked your lips for you. They were so soft… Before you could stop it, you moaned quietly. It happened once before with one of the loutish boys, but it hadn't happened this fast. You forgot how kissing felt, you forgot what a warm, tender feeling spreads inside your chest. Smiling, your palm smoothed Jin's jaw as you brought him for another one.

The hot water made your blood boil. Your muscles turned into mush, your body limb as Jin kissed you until he had to take a breath. As he did so, your palm explored everything in your reach - his neck and jaw covered in unkempt stubble, his collarbones, his heart beating inside his chest, all the scars on his torso… Jin's palms smoothed you almost subconsciously, each stroke parting your thighs further away. After he'd started teasing the inner part of it, he could feel you shutting, recoiling in response… And yes, his fingers were trembling too. To be frank, the man found it fascinating - amused with the way your body responded, he slowly built up the tension within you. You barely recalled the moment you moaned audibly enough for Jin's tongue to enter your mouth, making you tug on his hair response - for this, Jin awarded you with a greedy whimper and a nod. He liked that. If Jin would get enlightened all of a sudden, remembering his code, yapping about how immoral this was, you'd just slap him out of it and make him finish what he started.

Everything about the kiss was a bit… Sloppy in an endearing way. Based on Jin's looks, manners, and choice of words, you'd assume he's a hit among the ladies - let alone he was lonely for the past few months. Women must've gone crazy for him, surely, just like all the geishas did. Jin Sakai with all his attributes must've been a sexual idol, if you will. He'd already broken his codes along the way - what would be one more rule on top of the list? What his uncle didn't know, that couldn't hurt him, Why wouldn't Jin accept the advances? Why not give in? And you'd be dead wrong. Yes, he had the looks and manners, but Jin lacked the outright confidence to accede. Well… Until this evening, that was. As Jin admitted, he was borderline obsessed with you. Even though you didn't show an ounce of sexual interest in him back in the garden, Sakai realized he'd go mad if he didn't have you. Realizing you were both fish out of water calmed you down. It was nice to know you were both equally nervous.

"Don't you pass out on me, Jin, alright?" - You teased as you both gasped for air. Jin tried diving right back in, but when you dodged, he leaned his forehead against you to keep at least some sort of physical contact with you. He grinned upon the joke. "I'm afraid my wounds will surely reopen because of all the excitement you're making me feel." - His voice getting raspier made you put your index finger under his chin, raising his eyes to you. That shy Jin was far gone - this man was ready to… Whatever he was ready to do, it ran your mouth dry. Sakai wasn't creating pressure, you could always turn him down and he could do the same. And this, seemingly, was your last chance to wiggle out of his arms, walk to your futon, and go to sleep. "Would you mind sharing the excitement, my lord?" - Fuck, that address. The one you were shyly pronouncing all evening long. Each you'd address him as such, his dick twitched under his clothes. Thank gods that the yukata was very loose. - "Or would you prefer to keep it to yourself?" - Your voice finally cracked when you realized Jin's fingers started to caress your inner thigh again. It wasn't teasingly, however, no.

His tongue skillfully flickered on your neck, leaving trails of saliva he'd carefully kiss with his lips, each touch spreading your thighs until his palm lay settled between them. Before smoothing it for the first time, Jin'd ensure you were looking up to him - that you wanted this just as much as he wanted it. That small weak spot was boiling, begging to be touched and pleasured. Even though he'd been with women before, it never felt natural, not as much as this. Even though it was just a carefully constructed lie, an illusion, Jin felt the two of you had all the time in the world to try whatever you desired. Fuck, Jin wished that would come true. The eternity sounded nice next to you.

Nothing prepared you for the sudden cutting pain spreading between your legs when Jin pushed two of his fingers inside you. In response, your body recoiled, your eyes swelling with tears, squirming at the strange new sensation. After Jin attempted to talk to you, but without any response, he caressed your head and pecked your lips until you relaxed around him. He was scared to move his hand even an inch. Sitting obediently between your legs, he waited until you came to.

"Did I hurt you? If you want me to stop…" "Give me a moment." - You muttered with eyes closed, leaning your back into the edge of the onsen. Trying to get used to the feeling, you kissed Jin and started smoothing his body again, realizing every phalanx of Jin's curled fingers inside you. After a bit, when it started feeling enjoyable, you nodded and started moving, grinding on his palm with utmost care, avoiding the pain. When Sakai deemed it appropriate, his palm started grinding against your pace, thrusting to give you a bit of the edge - the needed friction. It felt overwhelming, so you dug your nails into his shoulders to steady yourself in the moment. Jin's darkened yet warm gaze followed your journey towards climax, the man seemingly fascinated by each twitch in your face. Carefully, your hand slipped down to accompany his, playing with the small sensitive bud as your instincts guided you.

The unfamiliar sensation sent a wave of heat through your body, curling up your toes. You wanted more. You needed more. You had no clue what the sensation was, but the faster you rubbed it, the more you needed. All the build-up turned into moans and whines, raspy whispers of Jin's name falling off your lips like a silent prayer. Until your body tensed up… And exploded into bits and pieces. For a bit, you didn't know who you were or where you were, you could just see the universe expanding behind your closed eyes. You've tried masturbating, of course, you weren't a stranger to it. But this… This felt better than before. Much better. A contained smile, accompanied by relaxed sighs, appeared on your face as Sakai slipped out of you. Based on his endearing expression, he was pleased with himself.

"Was that enough excitement for you, dearest, or would you want some more?" - Even speaking was problematic for Sakai as he watched you get undone, spasming around his fingers so tightly he was worried you wouldn't ever let go… Not that he'd mind. Also, the nickname - such an intimate, endearing one. Dearest, you repeated in your mind over and over again. You loved the sound of that. "I'm sure I'll handle more if you'll be gentle, dearest." - Matching his tone, you caressed his face. Your head felt light and dizzy from the orgasm, sake, and hot water, but you were dying to feel all of him. You were craving his dick inside you if you'd have to say it outright. Jin's smile brightened. - "Why are you still smiling?"

As you moved onto the cold grass next to the onsen, Jin shook his head. He didn't want to ruin the moment by explaining. He simply wished to make you moan. Every moment of what had happened was engraved into the back of his head. Those will be the memories accompanying him on long travels and lonely nights, surely. A sense of hope built inside his chest. Maybe once everything's over… Maybe he could meet you again, pay for you, and make you his concubine. Over time, you could become more than that… Jin shook his head again, unable to contain the excitement this thought gave him. This could be more than just a one-time occasion, surely. Either he could ask you to follow him across Tsushima, to leave by his side in the early morning… He could give it a shot. If you wouldn't agree, he could propose the former plan. Would you agree? Gods, Jin hoped you would.

As Sakai kneeled atop you, lost in his thoughts with his dick hard, you kissed his cheek to bring him back. The grass was soothing, nicely cold, and velvet soft, so you didn't mind laying on it as Jin positioned between your legs - his eyes traveled from your lap to your face, analyzing every crevice of your skin. There was so much Jin wanted to do, so much he wanted to show you, but he sadly didn't have the time to do so. He wanted to entwine his fingers between strands of your hair, run his palms down your shoulders and back, palm both of your breasts, and play with your nipples. There was a multitude of positions Jin imagined you in, each one making him hornier than the one before. He needed you. And that's what he could get right now, watching as you nodded. You needed him too.

Carefully supporting your pelvis with all the clothes, he lifted it off the ground so you'd have an easier time taking him. Despite his best efforts of being careful and loving, your mouth opened agape, and your head turned back at an unnatural angle. Realizing how tight you were, his hips buckled against his will, making your body shiver as your palms found his, your nails digging into his skin. He tried staying in the position for as long as his willpower let him before slowly pulling out and sliding back in. The motions were extremely slow, each inch stretching you inside feeling like torture for the first few minutes. Carefully grabbing one of your nipples, his thumb toyed with it until your clit started tingling again. Just like before, you rubbed it, feeling as you relaxed around him. It even eased the friction, your juices soaking his dick with each thrust. After sinking his entire length inside you without you seemingly realizing, Sakai's eyes gazed at the spot where your bodies connected - he watched himself slipping out and thrusting back in before all the remnants of willpower broke inside him, utterly mesmerized. His hips buckled again as he gained speed, hastily thrusting into you in search of his release.

He laid down, letting you messily embrace him - one of his hands smoothed your hair and face, and the other leaned next to your hair as he continued pounding deep into the core of your warmth. You were silky soft, tightly wrapped around him… It felt so right. Everything was almost too fucking good. Nails in the skin on his back, your breath on his face, your eyes staring deep into his, your palm rubbing your clit… Everything about it was so right. The fact that Jin started to verbalize his pleasure aroused you - low growls, whines, and moans were leaving his mouth as his moves got sloppier and sloppier. In response to his sounds, your mouth let out some of the most erotic and heavenly moans of your own. As he furrowed and burrowed his head to your next, he moaned your name and slipped out, letting warm fluid cover your belly as his hips recoiled with pleasure. You couldn't care less about not reaching climax too. All that mattered was that Jin Sakai laid next to you, alive, happy and relaxed.

"Let's clean you up, dearest, come on." - The man breathed out laboriously, helping you back on your feet. The post-orgasm bliss erased all the horrors written in his face. For a bit, it allowed Jin to forget who or where he was. It was just Jin and Y/N, nothing else could penetrate this barrier. As you sat back to the onsen, Sakai curled you up to his chest, relaxing as he breathed in your scent and held your shoulders with his arms. After a careful examination, you realize none of the wounds reopened. Those were great news and you planned on giving a few quality offerings to the spirits. For the first time since you've met him, Jin Sakai looked healthy.

"Never in my life had I experienced anything this beautiful." - You mumbled after a moment, Jin leaning for a gentle kiss on your forehead. Based on his sigh, you assumed there was something on his mind - so you asked. "Are you happy? Are you fulfilled living your mundane life? Or is it a matter of habit and safety? Have you ever thought about this?" - Even Jin himself seemed caught off-guard by the depth of his thoughts. He furrowed, a V forming between his eyebrows. What was he chasing after? "Actually, I am. There's something nice about the mundane life of a peasant. You know, I was born into one, I can't imagine being anyone else. I wasn't rose to fight for honor a dignity… My parents taught me to be a good person who treats others with decency and empathy. That's who I am. So… Yes. I am happy." - Nodding with conviction, you looked up at the starry night. "So… If I'd propose you'd leave this place with me…" - Just muttered, making you look at him while he gathered the courage to finish what he was saying. - "To fight for the right thing, would you accept the proposition?" - Yes, Jin was dead serious. This idea was as stupid as it was dangerous. If there would be any nail in the coffin of his samurai honor, it would be traveling around Tsushima with a peasant. Let alone imagine Jin publically proclaiming you as his partner. Unrealistic. It wasn't enough for Sakai to be forced to commit seppuku for violating bushido in such a way. These relationships were strongly frowned upon, being more or less forbidden. If there were such instances, they were hushed and kept in secret, usually dismissed as rumors. Was Jin simply trying to get a fighter for his cause, then?

"I wouldn't accept the offer, my lord." - Smiling, you sat on his lap, caressing both sides of his face. - "The girls need my help around the house, especially in times like these. I shall be forever grateful for the appreciation and care they gave me in this house. I couldn't stumble into a better house - they treat me as an equal, with respect and love. I'm family, Jin." - Your expression grew somber, the gentle warmth in your eyes fading as they swelled with tears. - "Calling you by your name and seeing the true you, Jin, is enough of a privilege to me. Don't take my words personally, but I don't think we'd make it… Not in a million years. I would raise a lot of distrust into the samurai of clan Sakai, bringing you and our potential children a century of misfortune and karma."

You were right, of course, you were right. And yet, despite everything, there was still some sort of a safe harbor inside your eyes. Tight there, in the onsen, was where Jin was meant to be - with you. He was sure of it. All hells of the surrounding worlds ceased to exist when you smiled at him. There wasn't any woman, except Yuriko, who'd make him feel like this. And Jin Sakai was not ready to let go as easily. "Your care for my honor is admirable, Y/N, but… I've already bent and violated the bushido codex many times in so many ways I'll be let go to wander the world as rōnin once everything's done. I'm sure lord Shimura wouldn't make commit seppuku, but he won't accept me as his samurai ever again." - Jin explained, smoothing your hips. You realized what Jin's getting at, your heart pounding upon the realization. - "All differences between us will disappear and my social status won't matter after, you know?" "If we meet again one day, I'll be sure it was meant by destiny. Until that day, it is how it is." - You sighed, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Sakai didn't dwell, his hand smoothing your back once more. - "I'm just a woman sitting next to an honorous samurai, Jin Sakai. You will leave in the morning and make me proud because you were destined to achieve amazing things."

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