Edo was rather quiet today, uninteresting and peaceful...too peaceful...as you cooked a meal, your Servant, Yamato Takeru, sat behind the small table, stretching languidly. Their eyes seemed to wander for a moment, locking on your crotch suddenly. They then looked up at you.

"Master..."They murmured, their voice soft and laced with lust, though they tried their best to hide that lust."You look so nice today...won't you sit closer so I can admire you better?"

You hesitate, but oblige, sitting next to them as their hand traced across your thigh."So...Master...you know how the people of Edo call me a woman?"They inquire. Yamato looks down, blushing slightly."Well...I am a woman...I...should have told you earlier because...I...I really..."

Yamato hesitated, her breath now baited, before she moves in closer, pressing her lithe frame against your own."I want you to...be mine, Master..."She manages to pant out, her nerves getting the best of her as she wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face into your chest, inhaling your scent. It drives her mad with libido, and she's trying her best to hold herself back...but she wants you so desperately, she's not sure how much she can handle before she loses herself...