Blood on the Chrysanthemum
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 16: Convergence
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 16: Convergence - A fictional tale of the legendary female samurai Tomoe Gosen A tale of brutal revenge, forbidden love, and the true meaning of bushido. Three women will claim their freedom with sword, gold, and courage.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Romantic Polygamy/Polyamory Oriental Female First Oral Sex Petting Revenge Violence
Six Days Until Hagane’s Arrival
The planning began in earnest the morning after their midnight confession.
Hatsu dismissed most of her servants early, claiming she needed privacy to prepare mentally for her upcoming marriage. Only Yuki remained in constant attendance.
And Kiku, of course. Always Kiku now.
They met in Hatsu’s chambers—the one place in the palace where they could speak freely without constant surveillance.
“We need to be methodical about this,” Kiku said, spreading out papers on the low table. She’d sketched rough maps of the palace from memory. “Three targets. Hagane, the Shogun, and Sato. We kill all three or the conspiracy remains intact.”
“When?” Yuki asked.
“Thursday night. After Hagane’s been here three days. The Shogun holds his weekly council meeting with Sato—they always meet privately afterward in his study. That’s when they’re most vulnerable.”
“But Hagane will be in the guest wing,” Hatsu said. “How do you kill him and get to my father’s study before the alarm is raised?”
“I don’t.” Kiku met her eyes. “You do.”
Hatsu blinked. “What?”
“You’re the only one who can get close to Hagane without suspicion. You’re his betrothed. If you go to his chambers—bringing him tea, trying to be a dutiful future wife—the guards won’t stop you.”
“You want me to poison him?”
“No. Poison is too slow, too uncertain. I want you to kill him with this.” Kiku produced a small tanto from her sleeve—a blade she’d been hiding since arriving at the palace. “One thrust to the heart. Quick. Certain. He’ll be dead before he can scream.”
Hatsu stared at the blade. “I’ve never killed anyone.”
“I’ll teach you. We have six days. I’ll show you exactly where to strike, how to hold the blade, how to move so he can’t fight back.” Kiku’s voice was gentle but firm. “You can do this, Hatsu. I know you can.”
“And after? After I kill him?”
“You leave his chambers calmly. Tell the guards he’s sleeping and doesn’t want to be disturbed. Then you meet Yuki at the stables with the horses and wait for me.”
“While you’re killing my father and Sato.”
“Yes.”
Hatsu was quiet for a long moment, looking at the tanto. Then she picked it up, feeling its weight. “Teach me.”
Five Days Until Hagane’s Arrival
Kiku and Hatsu practiced in Hatsu’s private garden, away from prying eyes.
“The heart is here,” Kiku said, pressing her fingers against Hatsu’s chest, just left of center. “You need to angle the blade up slightly to slip between the ribs. One clean thrust.”
“What if I miss?”
“You won’t. We’ll practice until it’s muscle memory.” Kiku positioned Hatsu’s hands on the tanto. “Feel the balance. The blade is an extension of your arm. When you strike, commit completely. No hesitation.”
They practiced on a dummy Yuki had smuggled into the garden—a human-shaped bundle of straw wrapped in cloth.
Again and again, Hatsu thrust the blade. Adjusted her grip. Learned the angle, the force, the commitment required.
“Better,” Kiku said after the twentieth attempt. “But you’re still hesitating at the last second. You have to be certain. Decisive.”
“How do you do it?” Hatsu asked, lowering the blade. “How do you kill without hesitation?”
“I remember what they took from me. The anger makes it easier.” Kiku paused. “But you have something even stronger. You remember what Hagane will do to you if you fail. Use that fear. Turn it into strength.”
Hatsu raised the blade again. This time, when she struck, there was no hesitation.
The tanto buried itself deep in the dummy’s chest, exactly where Kiku had showed her.
“Perfect,” Kiku said quietly. “Just like that.”
Four Days Until Hagane’s Arrival
Yuki managed the logistics with remarkable efficiency.
“Three horses,” she reported during their evening meeting. “I’ve told the stable master the princess wants to go riding at dawn on Friday morning. He’ll have them ready Thursday night—saddled, supplied with food and water.”
“Where will they be positioned?” Kiku asked.
“Northern stable. Close to the rear gate. I can unlock the gate in advance—I have keys.”
“And the gold?”
“I’ve been taking small amounts from the princess’s allowance. Four hundred koban so far. Enough to buy land, build a house, live quietly for years.”
Hatsu looked impressed. “You’ve been planning this longer than I realized.”
“I’ve been planning your escape for months,” Yuki admitted. “Since the marriage negotiations started. I didn’t know how, but I knew I couldn’t let you go to Hagane without a fight.”
Something passed between them—years of unspoken loyalty, of quiet love never acknowledged.
Hatsu took Yuki’s hand. “Thank you. For everything. For all of it.”
Yuki’s cheeks colored. “You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.”
“I know.” Hatsu squeezed her hand. “That’s why this is going to work. Because we’re not doing this alone. We’re doing it together.”
Kiku watched them, feeling that familiar warmth in her chest. These two women who’d loved each other for years without being able to say it. Who were finally, finally being honest.
“The escape route,” Kiku said, bringing them back to planning. “After we leave the palace, we head east initially. Make them think we’re fleeing toward Tokugawa territory. Then we circle south toward the coast, then to Shikoku.”
“How long until we reach Iya Valley?” Hatsu asked.
“Three weeks if we ride hard. Maybe four if we have to avoid pursuit.” Kiku traced the route on her map. “It’s remote, isolated. Perfect for disappearing.”
“And once we’re there?”
“We build a life. Farm. Become part of the local community. Forget we were ever anyone other than three women who chose each other.”
It sounded simple when said like that. As if murder and treason and fleeing for their lives was just a minor inconvenience before happily ever after.
But they all knew better.
“We might die,” Yuki said quietly. “All of us. This could go wrong in a thousand ways.”
“It could,” Kiku agreed. “But if we do nothing, Hatsu dies for certain. At least this way, we’re fighting for something. Choosing our fate instead of accepting what others decided for us.”
Hatsu looked between them both. “No regrets. Whatever happens Thursday night—no regrets. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Kiku said.
“Agreed,” Yuki echoed.
Three Days Until Hagane’s Arrival
Kiku continued gathering intelligence on Sato.
She’d learned his Thursday routine by now: arrive at the palace at sunset, attend the council meeting, remain afterward for private consultation with the Shogun. He always left through the main entrance around the hour of the boar.
But getting to him before he left—that was the challenge.
“The servants’ staircase,” Yuki had said. “It leads to a supply room adjacent to the Shogun’s study. The door connecting them is usually unlocked.”
Kiku had walked the route three times now during the day, memorizing every turn, counting steps, identifying potential obstacles.
She could infiltrate. Could reach the study. Could kill both the Shogun and Sato if she was fast enough.
The escape afterward would be the difficult part.
“I’ll create a diversion,” she told Hatsu and Yuki during their evening meeting. “Something to draw the guards’ attention away from the northern gate.”
“What kind of diversion?”
“Fire, probably. In the east wing, far from where you’ll be escaping. The guards will rush to contain it, giving you time to reach the stables.”
“And what about you?” Hatsu’s voice was tight with worry. “How do you escape after setting a fire and killing two men?”
“I’m fast. And I’m very good at not being seen.” Kiku tried to sound more confident than she felt. “I’ll meet you at the stables. I promise.”
“You’d better.” Hatsu’s eyes were fierce. “We don’t do this without you. We all escape together or not at all.”
Two Days Until Hagane’s Arrival
The palace was buzzing with preparation for Lord Hagane’s visit.
Servants cleaned the guest wing obsessively. The kitchens prepared elaborate meals. Everything had to be perfect for the Shogun’s important ally.
Kiku watched the preparations with cold satisfaction. All this effort for a man who would be dead within days.
She spent the afternoon with Hatsu, continuing the training.
“When you enter his chambers,” Kiku said, “he’ll probably be drinking. Relaxed. Not expecting danger from his betrothed.”
“Where do I strike?”
“Get close first. Bring him tea or sake. Kneel beside him. Then, when he’s distracted—” Kiku demonstrated the motion. “One thrust. Here. Twist the blade slightly as you pull it out to maximize damage.”
Hatsu practiced the motion. Her hands were steady now. No trembling.
“You’re not afraid anymore,” Kiku observed.
“I’m terrified. But I’m also angry.” Hatsu’s voice was hard. “Angry at my father for giving me to that monster. Angry at Hagane for being what he is. Angry at a world that treats women like property.” She looked at Kiku. “The fear is still there. But the anger is stronger.”
“Good. Use it.”
They practiced until sunset. By the time they finished, Hatsu’s movements were fluid, confident. She would be ready.
One Day Until Hagane’s Arrival - Yuki’s Perspective
Yuki couldn’t sleep.
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