Work Introduction

[Story]
Kyoto was quiet that night.
Deep within the town, which held its breath, only an aura tainted by blood and lust lay settled at the bottom of the darkness.

As if tearing through that darkness, five female swordswomen made their way along the night streets.
The Yozakura-gumi, guardians of Kyoto’s peace.

That night, they received a tip.

—There is a mansion where the ronin causing trouble in the city are gathering secretly tonight.
—Is it to trade weapons, or perhaps to plot kidnappings?
—If we leave them be, blood will flow in Kyoto tomorrow.

The woman leading the squad gave a brief order.
“We’re moving in. We’ll flank them from the front and the back. Don’t let them escape.”
The other four nodded without hesitation.

No one doubted this intelligence. The information was far too specific to be questioned. The ronin’s plan, the location, the layout—everything was strangely too well-organized.

With a brief signal, the five split into two groups.

But the moment they stormed in, their feet slipped on oil spilled on the floor, a net fell from above, and the sliding doors on both sides burst open. It was a perfect trap.

Before they even had time to draw their swords, they were pinned down, handcuffed, and gagged.

Unable even to call out their comrades’ names, they were dragged one by one into separate rooms.
The glance they exchanged as they were led away was the last confirmation of each other’s safety.

I was thrown into a dimly lit room.
Mixed with the scent of tatami mats, a cloying fragrance lingered.
Out of nowhere, a swarm of burly men closed in.

“Don’t resist.”

A low voice echoed, sounding almost amused.

“If you defy us, we’ll cut down your comrades.”

As he spoke, he showed me one of my comrades’ swords.
My breath caught in my throat.

That was enough to realize this was no mere threat.

From behind the shoji screen, a woman’s muffled voice leaked faintly.
I didn’t even know whose it was.

Left in the dark, my imagination ran wild, and fear quietly tightened its grip around my throat.

The Yozakura-gumi, who had guarded the nights of Kyoto, were captured in the darkness that evening.
Deprived of both voice and blade, their pride was put to the test.

—The worst night had only just begun.

[Specifications]
Full-color illustration collection of 5 female swordswomen: 500 images

・Chihiro: 100 images
・Yui: 100 images
・Himeno: 100 images
・Sayō: 100 images
・Shino: 100 images

* Scenes include being suspended from the ceiling and being tormented while bound behind the back
* No dialogue
* “JPG version” provided in a ZIP archive

[Important Notes]
・All characters appearing in this work are adults
・This work is fiction. It has no connection whatsoever to any real organizations or individuals
・This work was created by editing AI-generated content
・There may be some unnatural depictions