“Don’t mind the small details.”

Kuroha tilted his head in wonder. He didn’t really mind, as such, he asked,

“Weren’t you angry because I saw you naked?”

Mirko, who was filling the bath with hot water lazily waved her hand,

“This and that are different matters. At that time I only saw you as a brat so of course, I wouldn’t be happy. But now you’re family. What’s wrong with a big sister taking a bath with her little brother.”

Kuroha frowned a little,

“Little brother?”

Mirko didn’t answer and simply nodded with satisfaction at the now filled bath before turning and said,

“I just thought of that. Look, we have the same master, I am older than you and we look the same, minus the rabbit ears. So me being your big sister is a matter, of course, isn’t it?”

“...Riiight…”, he slowly answered to this dubious logic. It wasn’t like having her as a big sister would be detrimental to him.

Seemingly happy with Kuroha's answer, Mirko began to take off her shirt and shorts, then her underwear.

All this while, Kuroha attentively looked at her. Mirko was really a beautiful woman. She had muscles a little more defined than normal but it wasn’t a minus. What's more, her assets were rather impressive. Still, once she took all her clothes, Kuroha looked at her wound and asked,

“Shouldn’t we call a doctor or a healer?”

Thankfully, the wounds were mostly superficial, and even though she was bleeding, it was a problem. Hearing him, Mirko began to laugh,

“Ahaha, don’t worry, those wounds are nothing. They already stopped bleeding long ago. Now, enough chit-chat, you’re still wearing clothes, take them off.”

Kuroha frowned a little before complying. Still, even someone like him would feel a little shame, when he finally, took his pants and boxer down, he could see Mirko, widen a little before she whistled in admiration,

“*Whistle!* You hide a true weapon under there.”

She took a step towards him, but Kuroha unconsciously took a step back, right now, all the hair on his body were rising, he didn’t know why, but he felt danger,

(Don’t tell me she is a shotacon?)

Well, despite being rather young, anyone who called Kuroha a shota should go get a new pair of glasses. Also, the law was rather different right now than from back then, Kuroha was close to being 16 years old and as such was close to being seen as an adult. As such, no matter what Mirko did, as long as it was consensual no problem would occur.

Mirko, seeing his reaction, smirked before stopping her approach,

“Anyway, we are rather dirty. Let’s take a shower first before entering the bath. We will use this occasion to wash each other back.

Kuroha let out a sigh of relief before nodding. Anyway, it wasn’t like he was losing anything. What's more he refused to act like those guys who would simply blush before fleeing in such a situation. He wasn’t a pervert, but a man should never miss some occasion such as this one.

Kuroha crouched down behind Mirko and admired her back. To tell the truth, this was the first time he ever touched a naked woman. The first thought that came to his mind was how beautiful she was. He wasn’t just talking about her face.

Her body itself radiated a sleek and streamlined appearance. Her inwardly curved back had such a beautiful and mesmerizing curve, Kuroha couldn’t help but touch her back and trace her spine. As he did so, a shiver went through Mirko’s body, but his attention was totally on this new experience as such he didn’t remark on it. Finally, after a few seconds, even though it feels like years in his mind.

“Are you not going to wash my back?”

Her voice brought him back. Thankfully(Or sadly) the two of them had a rather tanned skin. As such, it was basically impossible to see how flushed they were.

Kuroha simply put himself into work. He took a little towel, soaked it and began to wash her back. The situation in the bathroom was rather silent. Even Mirko, who was usually forthright and upbeat didn’t know how to begin a discussion.

Finally, “I finished.”, Kuroha said as he stopped washing her back and rose himself back. Mirko, hearing, this immediately turned around while still seated, but, *Smack* her face hit a rather hard and hot object.

The scene was rather ridiculous, Mirko was 159 cm while Kuroha was 179cm. The difference becomes greater when one seated and the other one standing. As such, when she turned around, her face was directly facing Kuroha manhood.

She couldn’t help but eye it curiously. It wasn’t the first time she saw a penis. As a mercenary, she saw many depraved scenes and even took a bath with some of the soldiers. She wasn’t the sole woman either.

Though she was the sole virgin in that group.

Most mercenaries never knew when they would die. Accommodations outside of absolute necessity were normal. As such, many sex scenes worthy of pornhub were happening every day. luxury. Of all those, she saw Kuroha certainly wasn’t the largest, but he was still close to it.

(AN: Yep, no 14-inch long cock here. Just a guy above average.)

Kuroha, on the other hand, felt mortified. He wished to crawl in a hole and hide for all his life. Thankfully Mirko didn’t speak about it. She might not be experienced, but she still knew that some words could be really crushing for a young boy’s pride. Also, *fufufu* seeing such a usually poised young man with such an embarrassed expression was really gold.

“Let’s switch.”

Kuroha nodded, before sitting and using a towel to cover his penis. He managed to calm down a little, but anyone who could stay totally calm while a sexy naked older woman was on the verge of washing your back was either a saint, gay, or a eunuch. Kuroha was neither of those three.

A few seconds later, Mirko crouched down a little and began to put a layer of soap on his back.

“A tall frame and a broad back. I can easily see that you aren’t slacking in the training department.”

Kuroha felt a little weird. It was the first time anyone washed his back, even more so a woman as beautiful as Mirko. The scene was even more silent than when he was the one doing the washing.

He could feel a little lightheaded. She was vigorously washing his back, while he closed his eyes and let himself go, then, he slowly felt that the feeling of a towel on his back vanished, replaced by a softer and bouncier feeling,

(Don’t tell me?)

Yes, Mirko was using her breast to layer soap on his back, not a particularly effective means of washing, but...Hehe. Just as Kuroha was bewildered at how he should react, he could suddenly feel like a hand sneaking under the towel protecting his privacy, before firmly but gently grasping his manhood.

This brought a strange yet electrifying feeling. Kuroha was never interested in self-pleasure. As such, this sensation was new to him. He tried to stand back but Mirko moving her hand up and down weakened his knee. Her hand despite being a little rugged from years of training was extremely dexterous. What's more, as it was being covered with soap, there was no feeling of friction,

*Sigh*

A hot sigh sounded in his ear, making him shiver a little, then,

“Kuroha, do you know the tales of Genji?”

(What?)

As if not caring for his answer, she continued slowly moving her hand over his manhood,

“You could say that it’s the story of the Japanese Don Juan. During all his life, Genji had many conquests, about 12 or 14 if I remember well. Of all of those conquests, one particularly caught my attention. Her name was Murasaki.”

Her hand paused a little, before gripping a little tighter and resuming its movement.

“In the story, Genji visits Kitayama, a rural hilly area north of Kyoto, where he finds a beautiful ten-year-old girl. He was fascinated by this little girl (Murasaki) and discovers that she is a niece of Lady Fujitsubo, another woman he was in love with. Finally, he kidnaps her, brings her to his own palace and educates her to be like Lady Fujitsubo, who is his womanly ideal.”

Kuroha stopped gritting his teeth and said,

“In short, he was a kidnapper and a pedophile.”

“AHAHAH. IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD MASTER WHEN SHE MADE ME READ THAT STORY.”

Despite laughing out loud, she didn’t stop moving, on the contrary, she even began to accelerate,

“Still, I was a little envious, I mean, if you can’t find your ideal other half, why not raise one yourself? Of course, attacking a ten-year-old child was out of question. But even without that, finding someone who matched my need was hard. Genji chose Murasaki because she looked like Fujitsubo, I needed someone who would at least have the basic criteria and then raise him like Genji Murasaki.”

Her hand continued to accelerate, Kuroha was less and less paying attention to what she was saying, he could feel something slowly build up in him, then, his world becomes white as he grunted a little,

Mirko on the other hand smiled and retired her hand from under the towel. A substance heavier and of a different color from soap could be seen on it, she brought it to her face before sniffing and giving it a lick,

“Hum, a little salty,” After that, she simply hugged Kuroha from behind, her large bosom rubbing on his back, ”My dear little brother, I think I have found my Murasaki, while you let onee-Chan be your Genji?”