"Chapter 0 - Chifusa's Sacrifice" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/5KrAGKFG Created on: Thursday 5th of May 2016 09:13:19 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:36:33 AM UTC Chapter 0 - Chifusa's Sacrifice Chifusa Manyuu blushed hotly as she eyed the keen sword in her attendant's hand. She was trembling, her ample bust quivering within its confines. She gazed softly into Kaede's eyes, feeling a sense of both anxiety and... acceptance. She was ready for this, as ready as she would ever be. They in a forest clearing far from any of the Shogunate's power centers, as safely cloistered away from the Manyuu clan as they would ever be. Chifusa was kneeling before her attendant Kaede, taking slow and deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself. "This is your atonement," she told herself in a whisper. "Your atonement for the sins of your clan..." She raised her eyes to meet Kaede's gaze. The blonde was shaking even worse than her charge, white as a sheet and barely able to hold the sword steady in her hands. Light danced across the naked blade's length, a wicked gleam that showed how well Chifusa had cared for it. Just above the guard, embossed into the steel, Chifusa could see the kanji which marked that katana as the sword of a Manyuu successor. 'Breast' and 'Slice'. Chichigiri. A sigh escaped her mouth, and she gazed wearily into Kaede's eyes. "Don't look so sad," she told the other woman. "I'm doing this for you, after all." She glanced down at her friend – her lover's – flat chest, thinking bitterly of what her own sister had done to the girl. Kaede had once been as well endowed as Chifusa herself, a buxom and loyal servant of the Manyuu clan. But then Kagefusa had taken that away from Kaede, had cruelly punished her for Chifusa's defection. Chifusa smiled reassuringly at Kaede, and undid the ties on her top. She bared milky white flesh, two soft hills crowned with pink nubs. A heaving bosom, full and shapely, was exposed to Kaede's gaze. The blonde blushed, gulping audibly. She stared at Chifusa's breasts, a mixture of adoration and envy in her eyes. Her lip trembled, and Chifusa saw tears threatening to burst forth. "You shouldn't have to do this, Chifusa-sama," Kaede said, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. She squeezed the hilt of the sword and sniffled. "I can't bear to harm those perfect tits of yours..." Chifusa permitted herself to let out a laugh, her ample breasts bouncing and jiggling with the spasms of her diaphragm. "It's not like they'll be gone forever," she told the blonde. "I can grow them back once this is over. There are techniques in the secret scroll for just that purpose." She scooted forward and let her sizable tits slap down onto a tree stump. Ripples raced through the doughy globes, soft flesh quivering from the landing. Chifusa arched her back, puffing out her chest and craning her neck to meet Kaede's eyes. "I love you, Kaede. I want to give back everything you lost for my sake." Her cheeks burned as she spoke these words, streaked with tears, but she was no longer shaking. Chifusa had a smile on her face as she looked up at her friend, saying the words Kaede had most longed to hear from her. These feelings had gone unspoken between them for years, this mutual admiration and affection, this pure and abiding love for one another. Kaede sniffed, and her shoulders heaved. She looked down at Chifusa's tits, the pale bulging bombshells. A blush was spreading over the top of Chifusa's naked chest, and her nipples looked distinctly erect. The blonde took a deep, shuddering breath. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and then tightened her grip on the sword. "I love you too, Chifusa-sama," she whispered. The corners of her lips twitched once, twice, and curled into a weak, lopsided grin. More tears pricked at her eyes, but she did not seem to notice. She held the sword firmly now. She was no longer trembling. Chifusa closed her eyes, quietly bracing herself for what was to come next. Kaede gulped, and steeled herself. "Thank you," she said. "I can never thank you enough for this." She raised the sword high. A beam of sunlight broke through the canopy overhead, flashing across the cold steel. A keen and wicked edge was held straight and steady, Kaede's feet spread and shoulders squared in a textbook swordsman's stance. "You don't have to thank me," Chifusa stubbornly replied, her eyes still closed. "This is my thanks to you. For everything." Kaede smiled genuinely, and she nodded. "You're welcome, Chifusa-sama." The blade fell. A flash of steel descending swiftly, biting through yielding flesh to a spray of crimson blood. It was over in an instant, Kaede separating Chifusa's large and beautiful tits from her mistress's body. Jiggling mounds quivered, shockwaves passing over the surface. The cut was clean to the end, the edge of the sword so fine that only a thin line of blood spreading across the surface of the creamy breasts. Chifusa hissed, a breathing sharply through her teeth. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Kaede grabbed the bandages, helping Chifusa lean back. She gazed for a moment at the gaping, open wounds on her friend's chest, the bleeding fleshy stumps of a once magnificent pair of tits. She licked her lips, feeling a shiver of something like pleasure shoot up her spine, and with trembling hands she bound the wounds on her mistress's chest. Chifusa smiled as Kaede pulled the bandages tight. Her eyelids were drooping slightly, and she had a bit of a dreamy expression on her face. She couldn't feel the pain yet, but she knew it would come. While she still could, she stole a kiss from Kaede's lips. "You have the instructions... I wrote out for you...?" she whispered, pulling her mouth back after a blissful moment of contact. Kaede nodded dumbly, a rosy flush rising into her cheeks. "I do," she whispered, blushing cutely. "We've already got all the ingredients we need to make the medicine." She reached up and caressed Chifusa's cheek. "There will be enough for both of us." Chifusa smiled, and slumped back on the grass. "That's good," she murmured. "Wake me up when its ready..." She finally passed out, letting herself succumb to shock. The wounds were bound, and she would not bleed out. The riskiest part of the ritual was over. Kaede smiled, and planted a feather light kiss on the unconscious Chifusa's lips. "I will," she promised. One vessel had been emptied, poured out to be redistributed, and shared equally between two. Herbs were boiling in a large pot, steam rising in fragrant wisps. Chifusa's severed breasts lay on the tree stump, and Kaede prepared herself to dice them as instructed. It would be a bloody, messy business, but strangely she found herself eagerly anticipating it. Licking her lips and feeling a warmth in her loins, Kaede went swiftly to work.