

He went by many names. The Kiss of Death. The Last Smile. The Lovely Death. And many more. With a girly face more alluring than most women, no one would believe Hikari was one of the deadliest assassins in all Japan. There was no one he could not kill. Rotten samurais, greedy merchants, even bad shoguns. No matter how many guards the targets had, the Last Smile would find a way towards them. Because men were weak against Hikari's face. Even if he was a boy, no one could resist those beautiful eyes and alluring lips, especially when he offered nightly pleasure. Even women couldn't resist his looks. Thanks to his skills and his body, the girly assassin lived a luxurious life. Even so, he didn't have what he wanted the most. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't find anyone who could satisfy his own carnal pleasures. Hikari looked and looked for such human. But no matter how many men he let fuck his ass, or how many women he pleasured, the Lovely Death had yet to cum. Only the thrill of ending a life with his own hands could make his heart thump faster. I don't care if it's a man or a woman. I wanna feel the same pleasure as everyone... I don't want to rely on my sword for the rest of my life, Hikari thought, sipping the sake as he watched the people walking on the busy street. "Enter," the cutest assassin said when he heard a soft step outside his room. "Hikari-sama, pardon my intrusion. You received a sudden request from the daimyo," his servant said, bowing and handing him the scroll with both hands. The girly boy unwrapped the string and unfolded the scroll with disinterest. "Oh, the leader of that dangerous gang I've been hearing about will be in town tomorrow. And the Lord wants me to kill him..." Hikari read the gist of the mission aloud, sipping the rest of his drink. "Will it be in the Red District again...?" The servant showed a strange expression, his cheeks reddening. "Does this mean you'll dress as one of the girls again...?" Hikari held his stare for a moment. It's so obvious what you're thinking. "Yes, it means that," he said in a dry voice. The servant flashed a smile. Then he pressed his lips to suppress it and shook his head. The girly assassin found that amusing. Even if you try to hide it, you'd fuck me as one of those girls if you had the chance, he thought, rereading the scroll. "Sir, with all due respect, you shouldn't accept this job. It's a dishonor for someone of your strength to be disguised as a mere whore—" Before he finished speaking, Hikari drew a blade and held against the man's throat. "Don't ever say that word in front of me again," the girly assassin interrupted with a cold voice that didn't match his face. The man widened his eyes and nodded desperately. "Every one of those women has it rough. They work there because they don't have other choice or because they were forced, like my mother... and I'd be the same if luck hadn't been on my side." "B-but sir, you'd never be a whor... like them... because—" "I've worked hard, but it's not fair to say I haven't been blessed by heavens with my skill. My girly look's the same. If I can kill some bad people and make the world a better place with the gifts I received, I don't mind disguising myself as a prostitute."