The Man With The Dragon Tattoo

The man I loved, who had ignited my deepest desires, now rested in the embrace of the afterlife, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of solitude in the heart of Nippon. His memory haunted my thoughts, and the void he left behind seemed unconquerable. I had vowed that after his untimely departure, there would be no other suitor for me, for he had been the sole possessor of my heart.

The memories of our passionate encounters, the way he had ignited a fire within me that burned with insatiable longing, were etched into my soul. We had dreamed of a shared future, but now that dream shattered like fragile porcelain.

I returned to my ancestral home clutching a scroll tightly in my trembling hand, the last relic of our time together. My stern and unyielding father snatched the scroll from me with an aggression that left no room for negotiation. He didn't even spare me a glance; I was but a disgrace to him, an embodiment of shame.

In that heart-wrenching moment, the stoic and unforgiving guards seized my arms and forcibly pulled me away from the only family I had left. The imposing gates closed behind me, sealing my fate as I stood alone, exiled from all that had once been familiar.

I was adrift in a world that had turned its back on me, unable to retrace my steps to the life I had known. Desperation gnawed at my soul, pushing me to seek the pleasures I so ardently craved elsewhere, for I knew that no other man could ever replicate the euphoria he had brought into my life.

As I wandered through the labyrinthine streets of Nippon, I stumbled upon a mansion, a place that had been whispered about in hushed tones throughout the city. It was a mansion where maids were more than mere servants; they were confidantes, lovers, and companions to a mysterious master.

He had started by plucking virgins from the streets, offering them refuge from their plight, but now his appetite for beauty knew no bounds. Anyone who caught his discerning eye was drawn into his opulent world.

At that moment, my destiny took a fateful turn, propelling me toward an uncertain future and into the enigmatic world of the mansion and its elusive master. The man would fuck girls every evening; no matter how distressing, he'd keep perforating his penis where it did not belong. It would be deemed rape, but sometimes even the girls like it so much that they do each other.

Ascending the grand staircase, my senses were suddenly arrested by the unmistakable sounds of passionate moans echoing from within the opulent mansion. Before me stood two colossal guardian statues, their imposing presence seemingly matched by the extravagance of the intricately adorned door they protected.

On the adjacent wall, I noticed a conspicuous red button affixed beside a speaker, its purpose clear: to beckon an audience. I pressed the button without hesitation, and a piercing bell tone resonated through the ornate halls.

Moments later, a young woman's voice crackled through the speaker, her tone brimming with curiosity. "Yes? How may I help you?"

With an air of resolve, I identified myself. "Um, I am Princess Sakura from the castle that governs this realm in Nippon. May I speak with the person in charge? I seek employment urgently."

Recognition colored the voice on the other end of the intercom. "Princess Sakura? It is indeed you. I am deeply sorry for what you have had to endure."

I assured her with grace, "It's quite alright. What I need now is a job."

"Of course, you are most welcome to enter."

The grand door swung open with an audible creak, revealing the mansion's resplendent interior. Gleaming white tiles adorned the floor, reflecting the brilliance of the surroundings. Statues of the family adorned every available niche, and above, a ceiling painted with a sprawling depiction of the family pets at play.

The entrance hall boasted walls adorned in an elegant, creamy shade of white, only transitioning to a deeper cream as one approached the doorways. A woman with flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes came as I stepped inside. She handed me a maid's gown bearing my name. Had they somehow anticipated my arrival? She offered it with a knowing smile, expecting no questions.

I accepted the gown with gratitude and curiosity, praying it was not intended for outdoor wear. As I pondered this, a man of evident affluence strode towards me, a triumphant grin adorning his face. He was draped in the finest of suits, starkly contrasting the struggles of the less fortunate.

"Sakura, we've been eagerly anticipating your arrival. Please, this way; your room is ready," the well-dressed man greeted me with a warm smile.

Surprised by the reception, I couldn't help but inquire, "You knew I was coming?" As I followed him up the elegant staircase, he remained reticent about the purpose of my visit, leaving me with more questions than answers.

Upon reaching a light pink door adorned with a glistening golden knob, the impeccably dressed gentleman turned to face me. He swung the door open with a gracious flourish to reveal my meticulously prepared room. A feeling of awe washed over me as I took in the opulence. The queen-sized bed, swathed in the finest deep red silk sheets, exuded an air of luxury.

"This room is truly magnificent," I remarked, still bewildered by the circumstances. "But how did you know I was coming?"

A cryptic smile played on his lips as he replied, "Someone will be here shortly to deliver an envelope containing your application. Please fill it out with as much detail as possible, Sakura-hime."

"Alright," I conceded.

With that, the man departed, leaving me alone in the room. I found myself sitting at a delicate table, anticipating the promised arrival of the mysterious envelope.

It wasn't long before a tall, slender man with short black hair entered, dressed in a martial arts uniform. His dark eyes bore into mine as he placed an oversized vanilla envelope on the table before me. I selected a fine pen and began to complete the application, his presence making me feel somewhat uneasy. The questionnaire seemed never-ending, delving into every imaginable detail, from my age and height to my weight and languages spoken. It was a thorough inquiry, encompassing both the commonplace and the peculiar. Then, they asked if I used sex toys and how much sex I've had. I was not inconvenienced by the questions, so I responded to them unaffectedly. Then, I had some more questions on what I favored during sex and what I didn't desire. Though these inquiries were witless, I still did not mind doing them. I finalized my paperwork and passed the forms to him; as he gradually strode out the door, he pivoted around with a gloomy face.

"Hey, what's your story? You were once hailed as one of Japan's greatest females, and I have no doubt you still are. But nobody's talking about why you left the palace. What happened?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken curiosity.

A wistful sigh escaped as I contemplated the turbulent journey that had brought me to this moment. "It's a long and winding tale. I've traversed through countless trials in search of a love that's now lost forever. Nobody can ever replace him, but I need sustenance, a purpose, a means to survive. I have nothing left."

His eyes held a genuine sympathy as he lowered himself, sitting before me. "I'm sorry for prying," he apologized softly, his gaze steady and kind. "I'm here to listen if you'd like to share your journey, from the very beginning when you met this mysterious man."

I took a moment to reflect, the memories of that fateful encounter stirring within me. With a deep breath, I began to recount the tale, knowing that this stranger was willing to lend me his ear, even if just for a while.

Seated on the floor, he waited patiently as I delved into the past, to that spring day when fate had brought us together. Cherry blossoms swirled around us in a gentle pink flurry, the palace gardens bathed in their ephemeral beauty.

"One fine spring day," I began, "I was strolling through the palace gardens, a delicate kimono adorned with silk colors befitting the season. The pink cherry blossoms danced on the breeze, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Then, a single petal landed on my robe, and I decided not to brush it away but to embrace its fleeting beauty as it rested upon my shoulder."

I recounted how the relentless wind had forced me to shield my face, leaving me with nothing to see but the cherry blossoms that swirled in front of me, almost as if they were trying to convey a message. "When the wind finally abated, he stood there, a mysterious man, his gaze locked with mine as if he sought something profound. His hazel eyes, so captivating, refused to waver from my own, and his long black hair framed his face. He wore a Kendo uniform, yet his sword was not visible. In an instant, like the cherry blossom petals, he vanished."

The memories evoked a complex mixture of emotions within me. "I couldn't put into words what happened that afternoon. It all transpired so quickly, leaving me yearning to see him again."

My father's voice roused me from a light doze amidst the serene backdrop of cherry blossoms. His call came a second time, yet I remained unresponsive. It was my Godmother who gently guided me back to reality. Despite her blindness, she navigated the palace with a familiarity born of years spent in our family's service.

Before I could speak, my Godmother implored me to accompany her urgently. The servant quickly ushered us inside, and there, my aged father awaited with a cheerful countenance, a stark departure from his usual somber demeanor.

"Father, what brings such joy to your heart? I've not seen you this happy since Mother's passing," I inquired, genuine curiosity lacing my words.

His eyes twinkled with a paternal warmth as he divulged the reason for his elation. "My dear, we have discovered a suitor for you, one who shall become your husband this very weekend. He is a valiant warrior, returning from a year-long service in defense of Japan."

"That's splendid news, Father," I responded, my heart warming to his happiness. "Yet, I must admit, I am entirely ignorant of this man. Has he arrived already? Can you describe him to me?"

My father shook his head. "No, my child. He is not expected until the eve of our wedding day. Trust me, he is the epitome of nobility and kindness, a perfect match for my beloved daughter."

"Very well, Father," I agreed, albeit with a tinge of uncertainty. "But who is overseeing the preparations, and what of my wedding attire?"

"Your Godmother has toiled for months on a handmade kimono for you," he proudly explained. "Furthermore, the servant and I have meticulously arranged every detail of the ceremony. You need not worry."

"Alright, Father," I conceded, my heart heavy with the weight of the impending event. "As you wish."

With a gentle smile, my Godmother led me to my spacious quarters, where she presented her handcrafted wedding kimono with a graceful train. I disrobed and fastened my undergarments securely to ensure a flawless fit in my wedding attire. Emotions swirled within me, an intricate tapestry of duty, apprehension, and an underlying obligation to my family. I donned the Kimono, despite my reservations, knowing it was a gesture of love and devotion to those who had arranged this union.

Later that evening, I was served meager portions of food, a deliberate measure to maintain my svelte appearance for the wedding day. The weight of my impending nuptials hung heavily over me, and I couldn't help but wonder about the future ahead.

Before bed, I had to hang up my Kimono and keep the Kimono underneath to bed. It was not a stormy evening, but it was a dim one. At the midpoint of the dusk, a secretive individual gagged my mouth. So I would not shriek when I woke up. A man vaulted on me and seized me under Kimono's strings, bonding my arms with them. He quickly extracted his clothes, plowing his penis inside me deeper. Blood trickled through my bed sheets onto the bed itself. Crying, he let me see what he was doing to me. I recall him from somewhere. This attractive man was the male I saw in my garden, and I only knew him because of his long hair and hazel eyes. What he is doing in my palace, I do not know, but I can feel myself gaining more vulnerability by the minute. He positioned his hands on my breasts as they bobbed up and down. I could only moan with pleasure at what he was accomplishing. It felt so exemplary I desired better than this. I held on to his penis, piercing it into my mouth as he moaned for more. He whispered he would cum, so I ceased sucking, allowing it all over me. When I detected tattoos on both arms, the man repeatedly banged me. Both arms had distinct dragon tattoos, so I thought maybe he was from a wealthy dragon family.

The impending sunrise signaled the inevitable departure of an enigmatic presence. A profound reluctance filled my heart; every fiber of my being yearned for this mysterious figure to linger by my side. But alas, my feeble body betrayed my desires, rendering me immobile. With a resigned determination, I extended a trembling hand, a silent plea for their swift exit from my chamber. The identity of this elusive visitor remained shrouded in uncertainty, yet an inexplicable affection had already taken root within me. He raped me so perfectly that I even fell in love with him.

As I awoke, the morning sun gently spilled its warmth into my room, immediately compelled to conceal any evidence of the previous night's clandestine escapade. I hurriedly returned to my bed, arranging the sheets to their former pristine state, praying that my Godmother remained oblivious to my nocturnal activities.

My Godmother entered my room to escort me to our customary morning Koto practice as if on cue. She tenderly assisted me from my slumber, deftly arranging the bed sheets as I rose. With delicate care, I slipped into my Kimono and retrieved my petite Koto, joining her in her room.

"Now, my beloved," she began, her voice soft and reassuring, "I want you to play with abandon. Let the Koto guide you towards uncharted sounds. Experiment with the notes and play until lunch, my dear."

"Yes, Godmother," I replied, eager to comply with her wishes.

Under her watchful gaze, I allowed my fingers to dance upon the strings, creating a melody that flowed from a wellspring of emotion. However, my thoughts wandered, consumed by the memories of the enigmatic man with dragon tattoos who had disappeared from my life as swiftly as he had entered it. Unbeknownst to me, the notes I played became increasingly discordant as my mind drifted far from the task. My fingers plucked at the strings with growing intensity, the music taking on an unintended fervor until one rope snapped, lacerating my finger and staining my hands with deep red blood.

"I'm terribly sorry, Godmother," I uttered, distressed by my lapse in concentration. "I don't know what came over me."

She consoled me with a gentle smile, her wisdom shining through. "No, my dear, it was not your fault. You did exactly as I had hoped, playing with the utmost passion. We shall practice again tomorrow, and I will ensure the Koto is in perfect condition."

"Thank you, Godmother," I whispered in gratitude, about to inquire about our morning practice when her demeanor abruptly shifted.

"Hush, something is amiss, my child. I must take you to safety."

"Godmother, I don't understand. What could possibly be wrong?"

"The Cherry Blossoms outside the palace are withering, indicating that something is awry."

"How could you know that? You are blind."

She responded with a wisdom honed by age and experience. "Blindness does not equate to ignorance, my child. Now, come with me to see your father."

With urgency gripping her, she seized my arm, propelling me down the palace corridors. The scene that awaited us was nothing short of nightmarish: a gruesome tapestry of blood splatter adorned the palace walls. Lifeless bodies of men lay strewn upon the ground, their life forces extinguished by swords piercing their chests. Their still forms marked the path leading toward the coveted scroll, a delicate artifact that held the power to preserve my existence. Its destruction would spell not only my doom but also that of the Cherry Blossoms, victims of those who harbored malicious intent towards us. Next to the room where my blossom scroll is, the men are committing suicide, stabbing themselves in the heart one by one.

I stood there, my eyes widened in disbelief at the horrifying sight before me. It was a devastating scene that signaled imminent tragedy for my family. Something catastrophic had occurred involving the scroll, and its dire consequences were now painfully evident.

My father lay on the ground, a picture of terror etched across his face, his life hanging in the balance. Beside him, where the golden cherry tree emblem should have cradled the scroll, there was nothing but an ominous void.

The realization hit me like lightning, sending shivers down my spine. The scroll, the essence of my existence, was gone, conspicuously absent from its rightful place. Panic engulfed me, a tempest of thoughts swirling through my mind, my body heating with fear as I grappled with the dreadful implications of its disappearance.

That frantic moment struck me like a revelation; I knew who had taken it. The enigmatic man with the dragon tattoo had come, driven by some inscrutable purpose that demanded the possession of my precious scroll. But why? What could he possibly want with it? I knew nothing about him except for the haunting memory of his presence.

Without a second thought, I made a snap decision, a desperate flight from the palace, escaping my Godmother's watchful eye. I left my home far behind, the enormity of the situation propelling me into action. I had to retrieve the scroll, for the fate of the Cherry trees depended on it and, by extension, the hope of an entire world. I gave chase to the man who held the key to our salvation, determined to reclaim what was rightfully mine before irreversible consequences befell us all.