On the continent of Khana, two families stand united in their roles as law enforcers. They are Qian, the Northern Blade, and Jian, the Southern Blade, often referred to as the dual swords of Khana. Their unity is a beacon of hope in protecting peace on the continent.
But beneath this facade of unity, a simmering tension has been brewing for the past 80 years. They stand on the precipice of an all-out war, with each side just waiting for the other to make the first move.
The Elders council devised a marriage proposal between the families to stop this inevitable war. Even though the elders of Jian and Qian were reluctant to do this, they were left with no choice in front of all the other elders.
The next day, two giant AirShips from Jian and Qian landed in the Midway Zone. Fort Midway was constructed here 100 years ago between the two provinces to facilitate joint operations in the area. But eighty years ago, a huge fight broke out between the two clans at this place, resulting in many casualties. Only the current family heads and their Futa retainers survived that disaster. To this day, nobody knows the cause of that disaster.
To prevent this from happening again, the Head of the Niho Family, General Ai Niho, and the Head of the Nipo Family, General An Nipo, accompanied them with a large force of their own.
The family heads left their respective ships and started to move toward the entrance of Fort Midway. Madam Cong Qian and Madam Fang Jian were considered kind and warm-hearted people among the inhabitants of the Kanha continent. People tell stories about their adventures as warriors of justice even today. They broke through the grandmaster level in only 160 years, which was not seen in the history of Khana. It is said they would mostly achieve the transcendent realm in another 300 years. They dedicated their life to maintaining the law and helping people in need. One might sometimes forget that they were grand masters of the highest level when looking at them. Their beauty could only be admired from afar, and talent was only to be envied as they were like unreachable stars.
People only see the glory of these women. But what they tend to overlook are the countless hardships they had to undergo just to stay alive. Their jade-like skin hides battle-hardened muscles formed from countless life-and-death battles. Their smiles hide the Pain and suffering they withstood to become who they are today.
Madam Cong Qian and Madam Fang Jian finally arrived at Fort Midway. They stopped at a distance when signalled by General Ai and General An. They then signalled Madam Jian and Madam Qian. They instructed the family heads before not to be rude to the other party and to greet them in person. But as they moved in front of the entourage and saw each other, the only thing that they could remember were their past grievances and the desire to kill the other. They reflexively released killing intent. As the two groups came face to face, Ai and An, sensitive to battle, immediately sensed the blood lust in the air. They immediately signalled to each other and shouted, "Attention!!" toward their forces. This was meant to be a slight warning to Fang Jian and Cong Qian that there would be consequences if they started a fight here.
Both Ladies retracted their killing intent immediately. They were not afraid of Ai Niho and An Nippo. It's just that, considering the forces these military families had, it would be a never-ending battle. They took a deep breath to calm themselves and activated the artefacts in the form of necklaces they were wearing. These were special artefacts used by grandmasters to hide their Aura. They negated the presence of any fluctuations caused by Aura and the use of Art.
They then glanced at each other from the bottom, observing every single detail. They were very similarly dressed, which added fuel to their anger. Unlike the Ai Niho and An Nippo, who wore full-body armour in black and gold, these ladies wore lavishly designed Kimonos.
Madam Qian was wearing a cold blue kimono with silver threading designs that represented the coldness of winter. "Well, it suits that cold bitch", thought Madam Jian.
Madam Jian was wearing a firey orange Kimino with golden threading designs, representing the heat of summer." Well, it suits that angry bitch", thought Madam Qian.
Their Kimonos are tightly wrapped as if they have taken extra care to show every curve of their bodies. The Kimono neck gave way to their massive bust. One might think they might flow out of the Kimono at any movement. Their necklaces flowed on top of the two mountains like rivers and merged at the navel, melting into the depths. Their long hair was tied in a beautiful knot with the help of jade hairpins so that it did not cover any of their curves.
After thoroughly examining each other's bodies, they made eye contact. Even though they were enemies, they must admit that the other party's sex appeal has not diminished even a little over the years. If not, it has only grown.
Madam Jian made the first move by moving forward towards Madam Qian. Madam Qian quickly followed through and moved toward Madam Jian. Once both were a step apart, they stopped and looked each other dead in the eye.
Madam Qian smiled and moved a step further, spreading her hands in a friendly manner and inviting for a hug. Madam Jian Reciprocated with a smile and moved a step further with open arms.
They then had a close hug. The moment their bare skin made contact, a wave of pleasure started to build inside them, which went unnoticed as their hatred surpassed the pleasure. They could each feel the heartbeat of the other racing through the contact of their exposed breast area. The Hug is becoming tighter and tighter with every passing second. Seeing this, everyone was in utter disbelief. They never imagined that the two family heads would resolve their differences over 80 years so quickly. But, Unbeknownst to them, an invisible battle was going on between the two ladies.
They were trying to dominate the other right there. Their Hug became so tight that not even air could pass between them. Their massively exposed breasts and battle-hardened muscles behind their silky smooth Kimonos are tightly pressed against each other and are having a fight of their own. Anyone else would have been crushed to death by their Hug by now. But they were the two most powerful grand-masters on the continent, and their strength is not something to take lightly. If their Kimonos were not of the highest quality and enchanted with special arts, they would have been torn by the immense pressure by now. Even so, they were barely intact.
Their lips were almost touching the other's ears. If one was close enough, they could hear some conversation between them.