Geisha And Samurai Novels & Stories

World 01: Modern Martial World. Pitiful shou versus two scum gongs. NOTE: Shou = Uke/bottom and Gongo = Seme/top (In case anyone asks the terms) (...) The light from the flourishing lamps illuminated the private room of the exclusive restaurant that the new rich frequented like little ants that find the sweet. The private room was beautifully decorated and looked very comfortable, with long, soft sofas, which gave a rather tempting suggestion for doing other things besides resting comfortably.

Meanwhile, Samel and Asha took their time to savor the green moon tea and the pastries before going back to rest in their own rooms. Samel is still filled with excitement after remembering Asha’s declaration about their mate ceremony. He has been waiting, and finally his mate showed him her beautiful smile while giving him the answer that almost made him jump up in happiness. The two closed their eyes and dreamed of their mate ceremony with lips curled up.

After a while, when the two's figures grew smaller than the size of a small ball, he sighed and mumbled, "Great Prince Kaizo...when will thy esteemed self return home? Have you truly abandoned the land of your roots?" *************************** "Miss Sam, why are you here?" Kaizo turned to face Sam with a questioning look on his face. While he was not a very curious man, there were a few things that drew his attention. One of such things was the appearance of a Beastman who smelled different. That was always something to be interested in. The other was Sam's appearance here at Levity. As far as Kaizo knew, Sam was not very interested in this famous museum. She hardly visited the place, and

Resha vowed to herself that, whatever it cost her, she would know this pleasure again. As Resha prepared to leave she moved as if she was going to her knees; kissing the feet is an Indian ritual, and she felt impelled to offer it. Sam stopped her. "You have been my delight to pleasure, and the truth is that I am a servant far more than you. So let us put that little ritual aside, until we may both render it to the one who is deserving, the demigod who walks the earth, and has smiled upon us." Resha recognized how Sam had used the same words as Li. "Who...?" Resha asked, seeking confirmation. But Sam just held her hand up, stopping the question.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the old house. Samantha and Yurika walked hand in hand. Samantha wore delicate makeup, a light blue long dress that outlined her graceful figure, and her black long hair curled up like seaweed, hanging over her shoulders. Like a beauty from the 80s or 90s, with distinct features, charming red lips, and a variety of styles. Yurika wore a red dress matching her style, smiling gracefully like a blooming poppy, incredibly beautiful. The two had completely different styles.

You can tell a lot about this geisha just by looking at her. Instead of a regular kimono, she wore a geisha kimono that exposes her neckline. In Japanese culture, this is considered the most sensual part of a woman. Her kimono is very long, colourful and intricately adorned with beautifully hand-painted designs. Her collar is red, and her obi (darari obi) is long and wide. She wore high wooden shoes to keep her kimono from dragging on the ground. Learning to walk in this outfit without falling over is an integral part of her training and she does it in a way that makes it look as if she was floating on clouds.

Although we hadn't agreed, we agreed that we wanted to dance the slow waltz. The man smelled quite sweet. Its scent reminded me of carnations. It was heaven to just let go and forget about everything else. I even thought about kissing him, but then my sanity kicked in. Never kiss someone you don't know, Giulia! Again I broke off the dance, but still said: "Arigatou". I bowed, as it was customary with Asians out of politeness and also fitting because we had both dressed up like that. "Dou itashimashite," said the samurai and also bowed to me.

The moment they rushed up to the deck, the sounds of Katana sheathing rang out one after another from all directions. Shashing, shashing, shashing! These samurai were worthy of their name as a famous Dual Wielding Sword family in Japan. Each samurai held a sword in both of their hands. They were very fast, and their swordsmanship was incomparable. Their brief arrival had turned the tide of the battle. For a while, those already exhausted fighters of Zuken Group appeared to be overpowered. “Warrior from the Harusame clan?” Yamamoto knocked a samurai out with one punch. When he saw such a scene, astonishment tinged his tone.

I walk past a room and stop in my tracks. I turn my head and see the armour of the Samurai. It is black with gold. The helmet is sat on top of it with the boots on the floor and the gauntlets at the side. Anyone would think there was a person inside of it. On a separate table is the stand with three swords on it. The swords are in the same design as the armour. I bow my head respectfully to the armour and stand up, giving one last look as I follow behind Keomi.

Gia mumbled playing with the hem of her sweater. Samuel thought for a second before looking shocked. "Gi..Gia? That Gia?" Gua nodded her head making Samuel gasp. "Holy shit! You're the little buffalo?" Gua pouted hearing that and glared at Samuel making his breath hitch. "Just because you're my mate doesn't mean you can call me that!" Gua huffed in anger and crossed her arms before freezing when she realised what she just said. She looked at Gwen anxiously only to see hee smile fondly at her. She hesitantly looked at her mate and bit her lips.