"Mmh. You may rise," Rasa said softly, casting a glance toward Chifusa Manyū.
"Thank you, My God!"
Ochiha Muneto, the beauty with the long, silky black hair, straightened her body with submissive grace. She stole a look at Rasa before turning her attention to the purple-haired girl sitting nearby.
When her eyes met Chifusa's, a flash of confusion crossed Ochiha's face, quickly morphing into shock as she recognized the girl. She hesitated for a heartbeat, and instead of a full bow, she gave a respectful nod.
"Ochiha Muneto greets Lady Chifusa."
In any other setting, Ochiha would have offered a formal greeting, but in the presence of a being whose status far eclipsed Chifusa's, she had to be careful. Addressing Chifusa with too much ceremony might seem like a slight to Rasa, especially since she hadn't yet gauged his temperament.
Chifusa Manyū waved her hand dismissively, a warm, radiant smile blooming on her stunning face. "Oh, don't be so stiff. Momoha mentioned you to me before. The Muneto clan owes its survival to your strength. I actually went to the Muneto homeland to find you, but the place was a ghost town. I thought you had all moved or met with some disaster. Who would have thought I'd run into you here?"
Hearing this, Ochiha's gaze toward Chifusa softened significantly. She lowered her head slightly. "I heard rumors of a God manifesting in this world. Once the news was confirmed, the remaining members of the Muneto clan decided to migrate here to seek refuge. I am truly ashamed that I caused Lady Chifusa a wasted trip."
Rasa watched their polite exchange with a calculating eye. It seemed Momoha Muneto was still alive. That made sense; since he had already claimed Sakura Sayama for himself, the original tragic events were bound to change.
"Alright, alright, enough with the pleasantries," Rasa interrupted with a chuckle. "Ochiha Muneto, please, take a seat."
Ochiha's eyes flared with a sudden spark of joy. She hadn't expected the God to be so approachable. She quickly sat cross-legged next to Chifusa, maintaining a disciplined posture.
Rasa looked at the two of them sitting side by side, and a familiar, primal urge began to stir in his gut. One was a mature, refined beauty with long black hair and a modest kimono that hid a heavy bust; the other was a purple-haired bombshell with an explosive, legendary chest. The visual contrast between the two was nothing short of intoxicating.
"You came all this way to see me. What is it you want?" Rasa asked.
Ochiha pondered for a moment, deciding to drop the flowery rhetoric. Since Lady Chifusa was here and seemed to be on excellent terms with the God—and since the God himself seemed even-tempered—there was no point in playing games.
She stood up once more, took a half-step back, and lowered her head until her chin touched her chest. "The Muneto clan wishes to serve under the Great God. From this day forth, we desire to become the sword in your hand!"
Rasa tapped his fingers against the low table. Ochiha was sharper than he had anticipated. He had expected her to ask him to help her overthrow the Manyū clan immediately. Instead, she offered a reasonable, strategic request.
Given the Muneto clan's current dwindling numbers, attempting to replace the Manyū right now would be suicide. They would likely be assimilated and lost. But by serving directly under him, they would be safe. With his current influence over the Shogunate, the Muneto only had to grow under his shadow for a decade or two before they naturally eclipsed their rivals.
Chifusa Manyū, sitting nearby, understood the logic perfectly. Her purple eyes flickered with a mix of emotions, but she remained silent, letting out a soft sigh. Though the Manyū clan had treated her mother poorly and driven her to her death, the bond of her upbringing wasn't easily severed. Still, the Muneto's choice was logical. She chose to remain a neutral observer.
Rasa nodded. It was time for the real show to begin. "I accept."
Ochiha's head snapped up, her face filled with an ecstatic, near-fanatical devotion. "The Muneto clan will forever be loyal to the Great God! We will go through fire and water at your command! We are yours to do with as you please—no hesitation, no second thoughts! We will give our lives for your cause!"
Rasa raised an eyebrow at her intense display of loyalty. Chifusa also looked down, seemingly embarrassed by her kinswoman's fervor. Ochiha realized she had overstepped in her excitement. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she whispered awkwardly, "Ugh... please forgive my outburst, My Lord. I... I lost my composure."
Rasa waved it off. "It's fine. Passion is a virtue. However, since you're here, why don't you give Chifusa a lesson? Teach her the Breast-Flow technique."
"My Lord, how could you possibly know about...?"
Ochiha's face flashed with surprise, but she cut herself off as realization dawned. Regardless of how he knew, it was a direct order.
Rasa didn't explain his meta-knowledge but simply nodded. "Yes. Teach her."
Chifusa looked at Ochiha with excitement. Rather than relying on a God to fix her "over-inflation" problem, mastering the technique to redistribute her own "Breast-Qi" was far more appealing.
Ochiha took a deep breath, her expression becoming dead serious. She sat back down. "Yes, My Lord. Lady Chifusa, the essence of the Breast-Flow is..."
After a few minutes of explaining the theory, Ochiha subconsciously reached for her waist, only to find empty air. She remembered her blades had been confiscated at the gate.
Rasa reached into his robes and produced a snow-white dagger, tossing it to her. "Using this for the demonstration. It shouldn't make much of a difference."
Ochiha caught the blade. Her eyes widened at the exquisite craftsmanship of the white dagger.
"Mmh. Also, doing a demonstration with clothes on seems... impractical," Rasa added smoothly. "Chifusa, take your clothes off."
Chifusa's face turned a shade of red that was almost purple. She subconsciously cupped her massive chest, her mouth hanging open. But in the end, she didn't protest. She peeled off her outer layers and unraveled the white bandages.
The moment the bindings fell away, her twin "adult-head-sized" breasts sprang free with a violent bounce. A faint, intoxicating scent of milk began to drift through the room. Rasa nodded in satisfaction; Chifusa's 68 favorability and her status as a believer made her incredibly compliant.
"Ochiha Muneto, you undress as well. As the teacher, you should lead by example."
Ochiha's face flushed a delicate pink. She frowned slightly, her mind racing through the implications. As a mature woman who had carried the burden of her clan for years, she was no innocent girl. She knew exactly what Rasa was aiming for. But in the end, she whispered, "By your command..."
She pulled the sash of her simple kimono, and the fabric slid down like falling petals. A pair of breasts—not as monstrous as Chifusa's, but still so large a man would need both hands to cup one—were revealed. Her pink nipples were already hardening in the cool air, standing out as tempting little "red beans."
Ochiha moved to cover herself instinctively but stopped, forcing her hand down. She took a steadying breath, gripped the dagger, and focused on the task.
"This... is the Breast-Flow!"
With a lightning-fast flick of her wrist, Ochiha swung the dagger toward Chifusa's massive bust. A cold glint flashed, and a thin, precise cut appeared on Chifusa's chest. Bizarrely, no blood flowed. Instead, a stream of white vapor—the "Breast-Qi"—began to leak from the wound.
Chifusa doubled over, her hands clutching her chest as she let out a pained, erotic moan. "Ngh... ahh...!"
As she cried out, her breasts began to shrink at a visible rate. Within seconds, they had reduced from their impossible size to merely "very large"—roughly the size of an adult male's head.
Rasa stood up and began to pace slowly, clapping his hands. "Impressive. This technique is truly a marvel."
He then sat down directly next to Ochiha Muneto, pressing his body against hers. Ochiha's heart hammered against her ribs. Her suspicions were being confirmed in real-time.
Rasa reached out and wrapped a hand around her shoulder, pulling her close. "The Manyū clan's methods are far too extreme for my taste," he whispered into her ear.
Hearing the obvious bait, Ochiha felt a surge of hope for her clan's future. She fought the urge to pull away, keeping her head low. "Yes... since they defeated us, they have grown decadent. Their discipline over their members has rotted..."
"Ngh!"
Ochiha let out a sharp gasp. Rasa's hand had slid down to her bared chest, and he was now possessively fondling her heavy breasts. His fingers moved like a master dancer over her skin, every touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.
Ochiha's face burned. Her body shook like a leaf in the wind. Her skin developed a fine layer of goosebumps as her primal instincts warred with her shame. She looked at Chifusa—who was staring in wide-eyed shock—and whispered in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum:
"Ah... My Lord... perhaps we should... go somewhere... private... to discuss the Manyū...?"
Rasa knew she was just trying to protect Chifusa from the same fate. He smirked. "We can discuss it right here."
He swept Ochiha onto his lap with a sudden, forceful motion. Before she could react, he buried his face in her right breast, his mouth closing around her pink nipple as he began to suck greedily.
"MMH! AHH!"
Ochiha was blindsided. The sudden invasion of her sensitive nipple sent a wave of fire through her system, forcing a loud, uncontrolled moan from her throat. Her body went limp in his arms, her resistance melting into a puddle of arousal.
Rasa drank deeply. Ochiha, as a member of her clan, could produce milk through pure biological control. He acted like a starving infant, draining the sweet, warm fluid into his throat. "Mmh. Your milk is delicious," he muttered between gulps.
Chifusa sat only a few feet away, watching the scene with wide eyes. Her own body was reacting violently to the sight. A strange heat was spreading through her core, making her limbs feel heavy and weak. She knew she should leave, but the "Breast-Qi" loss had left her physically drained, and her legs refused to move. She was trapped as a front-row audience member to the debauchery.
Rasa looked up from Ochiha's chest, a dark glint in his eyes. "Keep your hands busy. When we discuss matters, both the mouth and the hands should be moving."
Ochiha's face was a mask of pure mortification. She looked down, took a breath to steady her nerves, and reached with a trembling hand toward Rasa's crotch. She unzipped his pants and began a clumsy, unpracticed stroke on his "python."
Rasa used his teeth to lightly graze her hardened nipple. He felt her amateurish movements on his cock and frowned. "Why is your technique so... unrefined?"
Ochiha's shame reached a new peak. Even amidst the pleasure crashing over her, she stammered, "I... I have no experience..."
Rasa's eyes flashed with surprise. He pulled back slightly. "Weren't you raising a child?"
He remembered the scenes from the original story where Ochiha was shown as a motherly figure. This lack of skill was a massive contradiction.
Ochiha gritted her teeth, her fingers working harder as she tried to overcome the awkwardness. "That child... was born to another of my clan... both parents died in a raid, so I raised him as my own. As a Muneto, producing milk is a matter of will, not pregnancy..."
Rasa's grin widened. He had expected a "used" prize, but he had found a "mint condition" original. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him on the tatami mats. He lined up his massive rod with her "secret garden" and shoved inward with all his might.
Ochiha felt the "python" tear through her maidenhead with unstoppable force. A sharp, searing pain exploded in her lower body, and she let out a ragged scream!
"AHHHH!"
Rasa gripped her heavy, bouncing breasts and began a brutal, rhythmic pounding. Every thrust was accompanied by the sight of pure, virginal blood staining his shaft. The room was filled with the sounds of her melodic, high-pitched moaning.
Chifusa, watching from the sidelines, found her breathing turning into short, frantic gasps. She couldn't take it anymore. She slid her own hand beneath her skirt and began to work her own clitoris, her mind filled with the image of Rasa mounting her next.
Within minutes, the inexperienced Ochiha reached a breaking point. The intensity was too much for her body to handle. With one final, world-shaking scream of ecstasy, she collapsed into a dead faint on the tatami.
Rasa pulled his rod—now coated in a mix of white fluids and red blood—out of her limp body. He stood up and walked slowly toward Chifusa Manyū, his cock glistening and turgid.
"Chifusa," Rasa said, looking down at her. "Are you ready to serve your God as a true believer?"
Chifusa's hand froze between her thighs. She looked at the blood on him, then up into his predatory eyes. The combination of her 68 favorability and the overwhelming atmosphere of the room shattered her last defenses. She nodded with fierce determination.
"I am!"
Rasa picked her up and began the long, thorough process of her "initiation."