The warm water enveloped Makima's body, slowly cascading over her skin as she lay in the bathtub, eyes half-closed. The transmigration had changed one thing, and only one: what lay between her legs. She delicately held what resembled a penis in her hand, examining it with curiosity. *I'm some sort of futanari now?* she thought, but it didn't bother her. If anything, it would make her adventures more interesting.
A knock at the door interrupted her contemplation. "Come in," she ordered, her voice soft yet commanding. The door opened, revealing a brown-skinned woman with gray hair and a generous bust. Her face was tense, her hands trembling slightly.
"I… I believe you asked for me…" she began, her voice shaky. Her lips quivered before she uttered the name that haunted her. "I was the secretary of… Mabui."
Makima smiled softly, her expression reassuring. "You don't need to be afraid," she said, her voice calm and soothing. "Right now, you're here to relax. Let me help you."
Mabui seemed hesitant but eventually approached the bathtub. Makima gestured for her to sit on the edge, and Mabui obeyed, her eyes fixed on the water enveloping Makima's body.
Makima reached out and began massaging Mabui's shoulders, her fingers applying firm yet gentle pressure. Mabui closed her eyes, a nervous sigh escaping her lips. Makima slowly moved downward, her hands gliding along Mabui's neck, then lower, until she accidentally brushed against her nipples.
Mabui jerked back, withdrawing her hands. "I… I'm sorry, that's inappropriate. I'm married," she murmured, her face flushing.
Makima smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm sure the Raikage already fucks you. Don't pretend to be innocent with me."
Mabui opened her mouth to protest, but Makima cut her off. "Shut up."
Makima stood in the bathtub, water dripping from her body, revealing what lay between her legs. Mabui took a step back, her eyes widening in shock and fear. She continued to retreat until her back hit the wall, trapped.
Makima advanced, water dripping from her body as she stood before Mabui. She grabbed Mabui by the throat, her fingers applying slight but menacing pressure. With her other hand, she slid down Mabui's body, brushing against her thigh before moving up to her buttocks, squeezing them gently.
"You're mine now," Makima whispered, her warm breath caressing Mabui's ear. She nibbled softly on the earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Mabui moaned, her body stiffening under Makima's touch. "I… I can't," she tried to protest, but her voice was weak, almost pleading.
Makima smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "You can," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And you will."
She released Mabui's throat, but only to slide her hand between her legs, brushing against her intimacy through the thin fabric of her dress. Mabui moaned louder, her hands gripping Makima's shoulders as she tried to resist, but her body betrayed her desire.
Makima pressed her against the wall, her lips finding Mabui's in a voracious kiss. Her tongue invaded Mabui's mouth, dominating, possessing. Mabui responded despite herself, her lips parting to welcome her, her hands moving to grip Makima's hair.
Makima broke the kiss, her warm breath caressing Mabui's neck. "You're mine," she repeated, her voice a dark whisper.
She dropped to her knees, pulling Mabui down with her. Her hands slid under Mabui's dress, lifting it to reveal her intimacy. Makima smiled, a satisfied smirk, as she brushed Mabui's sensitive skin with her lips.
"...I…" Mabui moaned, her hands gripping Makima's hair as she began to caress her with her tongue.
"Hmmm... Ahhh~"
Makima took her time, savoring every moan, every movement of Mabui. She was a predator, and Mabui was her prey, trapped in a game of desire and submission.
Eventually, Mabui slumped against the wall, her body trembling, her breath short. Makima stood up, a triumphant smile on her lips. "You're mine now," she said softly. "Answer me~"
Mabui looked at her, tears glistening in her eyes, but also a desire she could no longer deny. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours."
Makima smiled, satisfied, and pulled her into her arms, holding her close. "Good," she said, her voice a whisper against Mabui's ear. "Now, it's your turn to help me relax ~"
She gestured to her imposing erection.
Mabui's eyes widened, her breathing quickening. "I… I can't," she stammered, taking a step back.
Makima grabbed her chin, holding it firmly. Her smile never left her lips. "You will."
She pushed Mabui toward her crotch, forcing her to bend over. Mabui hesitated, her trembling hands brushing against Makima's skin.
"Now," Makima commanded, her voice colder.
Mabui closed her eyes and obeyed, her lips touching Makima's warm skin. She hesitated for a moment longer, but Makima grabbed her hair, holding it in her fist, and pulled her closer.
"Deeper," Makima growled, her voice hoarse with desire.
Mabui tried to follow the orders, but she quickly choked, her eyes widening as she struggled to breathe. Makima laughed, a low, mocking sound.
"You're already choking? That's cute. But you'll get used to it."
She pushed Mabui further, forcing her to take more, to adapt to her size. Mabui coughed, tears welling in her eyes, but Makima showed no mercy.
"From now on," she said, her voice softening, almost seductive, "you'll call me Master. Understood?"
Mabui nodded weakly, unable to speak with Makima still inside her.
"Speak," Makima insisted, tightening her grip on Mabui's hair.
"Y-yes, Master," Mabui whimpered, her voice muffled.
Makima smiled, satisfied. "That's better," she said, beginning to move, guiding Mabui in a rhythm she dictated. "And this is just the beginning."
She quickened the pace, Mabui struggling to keep up, her hands gripping Makima's thighs for stability. Makima laughed again, a dominant, mocking sound.
"You're so small and weak," she murmured, her voice a whisper in Mabui's ear. "But you'll learn to please me, won't you, Mabui?"
Mabui nodded, tears streaming down her face now. "Y-yes, Master," she whimpered, her voice broken.
Makima continued, pushing Mabui to her limits, forcing her to adapt to her desire, to her control.
Finally, Makima reached her climax, her voice becoming a primal growl as she released into Mabui's mouth. Mabui coughed, trying to breathe, but Makima didn't release her immediately, keeping her in place, forcing her to swallow every drop.
"Good," Makima said, her voice calm once more. She released Mabui's hair, allowing her to pull back, her face flushed and tears streaming freely.
"Now, you'll serve me as you should, Mabui. One wrong move, and you'll wish you were dead. Understood?"
Mabui nodded, her hands trembling as she wiped away her tears. "Y-yes, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Makima smiled, a smile that left no doubt about her total control. "Perfect," she said, reaching for a towel to clean herself. "Now, go prepare yourself. I want to know the state of the world."
Mabui slowly stood, her body aching and her mind a mix of fear and desire. She glanced back at Makima, whose expression was impassive, as if nothing had affected her.
She walked toward the door, her steps heavy, knowing her life had changed forever.
"It was experimental... But it wasn't so bad. I'll add kunoichi to my list of targets," Makima thought as she left.