Blood on the Chrysanthemum
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 17: Blood and Freedom
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 17: Blood and Freedom - 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
Thursday Night - The Hour of the Dog
Hatsu stood outside Lord Kaito Hagane’s chambers, a tea tray in her hands, her heart hammering so hard she was certain the guards could hear it.
“The princess,” one guard announced, opening the door for her.
“I’ve brought Lord Hagane tea,” she said, her voice perfectly calm despite the terror coursing through her veins. “To help him sleep before tomorrow’s contract signing.”
The guard nodded and stepped aside. “He retired early, my lady. Said the journey tired him.”
Perfect.
Hatsu entered the chambers and closed the door softly behind her.
The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Hagane lay on the sleeping mat, still fully dressed in his evening robes, snoring softly. A sake bottle sat half-empty beside him—he’d been drinking before bed.
Drunk and asleep. Vulnerable.
This was the man who’d tortured three wives to death. Who kept a harem of women he maimed for pleasure. Who thought he was going to own her in three days.
Hatsu set down the tea tray with trembling hands and drew the tanto from her sleeve.
She approached the sleeping form, remembering everything Kiku had taught her. The angle. The force. The commitment.
One thrust. Right here. Quick and certain.
Hagane shifted in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible.
Hatsu froze, barely breathing.
He settled again, his snoring resuming.
She knelt beside him, raising the blade. Her hands were shaking now, adrenaline making her movements jerky.
No. Focus. Breathe. You can do this.
She thought about what he would have done to her. The torture. The pain. The slow death.
She thought about Kiku waiting for her. Yuki preparing the horses. The life they would build together if she could just do this one thing.
Her hands steadied.
Hatsu drove the tanto upwards with all her strength, angling up between his ribs exactly as Kiku had showed her.
The blade punched through cloth and flesh and found his heart.
Hagane’s eyes flew open. He tried to gasp, to scream, but blood was already filling his lungs. His hand came up, grabbing weakly at the blade, at Hatsu’s wrist.
She twisted the tanto and pulled it free, just as Kiku had taught her.
Blood poured from the wound. Hagane convulsed once, twice, and then went still.
Dead.
Hatsu stared at the body, at the blood on her hands, at the tanto she was still gripping.
She’d done it. She’d actually done it.
She’d killed a man.
For a moment, she felt nothing. Shock, maybe. Disbelief.
Then: relief. Pure, overwhelming relief.
He would never touch her. Never hurt her. Never own her.
She was free.
Hatsu wiped her hand clean and the blade on Hagane’s robes and tucked it back in her sleeve. Checked her own clothes—a few drops of blood on her kimono, but nothing obvious. She arranged the blanket over Hagane’s body, concealing the wound.
From a distance, he just looked like he was sleeping.
She picked up the tea tray and walked to the door, taking a moment to compose herself before opening it.
The guards looked at her expectantly.
“Lord Hagane is sleeping soundly,” she said, her voice perfectly steady. “He asked not to be disturbed until morning. The journey exhausted him.”
“Of course, my lady.”
Hatsu walked away from Hagane’s chambers with measured steps, showing none of the panic screaming inside her.
She’d done it. The first part of the plan was complete.
Now she just needed to reach Yuki and the horses before the body was discovered.
The Northern Stables - Minutes Later
Yuki was waiting in the shadows when Hatsu arrived, breathing hard from walking so fast without actually running.
“It’s done?” Yuki whispered.
“He’s dead.” Hatsu’s voice shook now that she was away from the guards. “He’s really dead. I killed him.”
Yuki pulled her into a brief embrace. “You did what you had to do. What he deserved.”
“Where’s Kiku?”
“Already gone. She left an hour ago to position herself at the clearing.” Yuki gestured to the three horses, already saddled and supplied. “We wait here until we hear the alarm, then ride to meet her.”
“The alarm?”
“When they discover Hagane’s body. The palace will erupt. The Shogun will pursue—his honor demands it. A warlord murdered under his own roof? He’ll lead the hunt himself.”
Hatsu understood. That was the plan. Draw the Shogun out. Make him come to Kiku on ground she’d chosen.
Use his pride as a weapon against him.
They positioned themselves with the horses where they could see the palace but remain hidden.
All they could do now was wait.
The Forest Clearing - Earlier
Kiku had reached the clearing two hours before sunset and prepared.
She’d checked the terrain carefully. Open enough for mounted combat. Tree line close enough for Hatsu and Yuki to hide with the horses. A single entry point from the palace side—the Shogun’s forces would have to come through there.
Perfect ambush location.
She’d positioned herself in the center, both swords ready, and waited.
The plan was simple: Hatsu kills Hagane. Body is discovered. Shogun’s honor demands immediate pursuit—a visiting lord murdered in the palace is an unforgivable humiliation. He’ll lead the hunt personally with his most trusted men.
Including Sato.
They’d track the killer toward this clearing, expecting to corner a fleeing assassin.
Instead, they’d find Kiku. Ready. Waiting.
And they would die here.
All of them.
She thought about her father. About Oda. About the three years of hunting that had led to this moment.
About Hatsu, who’d just killed a man to claim her freedom.
About the life the three of them would build if this worked.
The sun set. Darkness came.
And Kiku waited with the patience her father had taught her.
The Palace - The Hour of the Boar
The scream came from Hagane’s chambers.
A servant had entered to check on the lord, found him cold and still, blood soaked through the blankets.
Within minutes, the alarm bells were ringing.
Within ten minutes, Shogun Minamoto stood in Hagane’s chambers, staring at the body of his murdered ally.
“Who did this?” His voice was ice and fury. “Who dares murder a guest in my palace?”
The guards stammered explanations. The princess had visited. Brought tea. Left. No one else had entered.
“The princess?” Minamoto’s eyes narrowed. “Where is my daughter?”
They searched. Hatsu’s chambers were empty. Her handmaiden Yuki was also missing.
“Find them,” Minamoto ordered. “Search the palace. Search the grounds. FIND THEM!”
But Sato, standing beside him, had already put it together.
“My lord,” he said quietly. “The horses. Check if any are missing from the stables.”
They did. Three horses gone. Taken hours ago, before Hagane was killed.
“She planned this,” Sato said. “The princess. She killed Hagane and fled.”
“My own daughter?” Minamoto’s face was purple with rage. “My own blood committed this treason?”
“Perhaps not alone, my lord. The timing suggests—”
“I don’t care who helped her!” Minamoto was shouting now. “She murdered a visiting lord in my palace! Shamed me before all Japan! I will hunt her down myself and—”
“My lord.” Sato’s voice was urgent. “If we’re to catch them, we must move now. They have hours’ head start.”
Minamoto turned to his guards. “Assemble a pursuit force. Fifteen men. Our best riders. We leave immediately.”
“My lord, perhaps you should remain here while we—”
“No.” Minamoto’s voice was final. “This insult demands my personal attention. I will bring back my treacherous daughter myself. And when I do, she will beg for death before I’m finished with her.”
He stormed out of Hagane’s chambers, Sato following.
Within twenty minutes, fifteen mounted warriors gathered in the palace courtyard. The Shogun and Sato led them, torches blazing, tracking the direction the fleeing horses had taken.
Into the forest. Toward the mountains.
Exactly where Kiku had predicted they would go.
The Forest Clearing - The Hour of the Rat
Hatsu and Yuki had positioned themselves in the tree line an hour earlier, having followed Kiku’s precise directions to the clearing.
They could see her in the center—a dark figure with two swords, utterly still, utterly calm.
Waiting.
“There,” Yuki whispered, pointing.
Torches appeared through the trees. The sound of horses. Many horses.
Fifteen riders burst into the clearing, led by the Shogun himself.
Hatsu’s breath caught. Her father. She’d spent her whole life fearing him, obeying him, being crushed by his will.
And now he was here. And Kiku was going to kill him.
The riders spread out, surrounding Kiku. Torchlight flickered across her face, showing no fear. Only cold certainty.
“You,” Minamoto said, staring at her. “I know you. You’re that servant. Kumiko. The one who befriended my daughter.”
“My name is Fujioka Kiku,” she said clearly. “Daughter of Fujioka Motonari. Sister of Oda. You had them murdered three years ago.”
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