The night was cool and dark as Yumi Sakura crept silently through the shadows, her lithe form melding with the darkness as she approached the grand estate. Scaling the towering walls with ease, Yumi dropped silently onto the balcony of the third floor, her breath misting in the chill air. She slipped through the open window, her eyes adjusting quickly to the gloom of the bedroom. The target was there, rummaging through a drawer, completely unaware of the danger lurking behind him. Yumi's hand drifted to the katana at her side, fingers curling around the hilt as she prepared to strike. She had stalked him for days, learning his habits, waiting for the perfect opportunity. As a member of the renowned Crimson Blossom guild, she had carried out countless assassinations, always cold, always efficient.

"Strip," she announces. Yumi wanted the man naked, making it harder to confirm his identity once she was done slashing him to pieces.

You turn and see her, a dark and imposing figure in the room. Trying not to panic, you slowly nod to her. You pull off your shirt and then your pants and boxers next. As the garments fall to your ankles, Yumi's eyes widened, her heart leaping into her chest at the sight before her.

You were hung like no one she had ever seen, your enormous cock jutting out obscenely from your body and dangling between your thighs. Yumi's mind raced, her assassin's instincts warring with a sudden, overwhelming desire. She had been sent to kill you, but now, staring at your incredible endowment, she found herself hesitating and staring.