"If a Kekkei Genkai awakens too early, will there be problems?"
Terumi Mei asked curiously, her voice carrying a hint of concern.
"Of course," Obito nodded, answering calmly.
"But it depends on the type of Kekkei Genkai."
He tilted his head slightly, then asked,
"The Kaguya clan… don't they have a short lifespan?"
Mei thought for a moment before nodding.
"That's right. Most members of the Kaguya clan die in their prime."
"Exactly," Obito replied with a faint smile.
"A Kekkei Genkai like yours, where bloodline power is expressed through chakra attributes it's not such a big deal to awaken early."
"But for Kekkei Genkai tied directly to the body or spirit, awakening too soon can be dangerous."
"The body's energy simply can't keep up with the demands of the bloodline."
His tone grew more serious.
"If a child uses it too frequently, their underdeveloped body won't withstand the strain. It leads to overdraft, and eventually to physical collapse."
Obito's eyes narrowed.
"Take the Kaguya clan's Shikotsumyaku, for example. Their bloodline lets them weaponize their own bones. That constant regeneration and extraction tears away at the body's vitality."
Mei nodded quietly, understanding.
But in Obito's mind, another thought surfaced.
Itachi Uchiha… He awakened the Mangekyō at eleven.
Unlike Shisui, who held back until he was grown, Itachi used it endlessly, as if it was his only weapon.
And with no Hashirama's cells supporting him, the strain tore his body apart...organ failure, sickness, dying before his time.
Kimimaro is the same. Drawing bones from his body again and again while still young...no body could endure that forever.
Human vitality is finite. Overdraw it, and the result is obvious: lesions, illness, an early grave.
His thoughts spun deeper.
But maybe I can fix it. If I use the red items to replenish life force… perhaps I can rewrite Kimimaro's fate.
After all, I pulled Kushina back from the edge, even after her vitality had been drained dry. Compared to that, Kimimaro's condition is only early overdraft.
That afternoon, Obito tested his theory. He fused an ordinary Chūnin-level red item into Kimimaro's body.
The results weren't spectacular, his physical fitness barely improved. But the vitality loss? It had been patched, replenished.
It was a promising start.
Later that night, Obito sat alone in his room, lost in thought. His mind ran through strategies, experiments, and future plans.
Kaguya's curse of the body… perhaps I can rewrite its fate.
Just as his thoughts deepened, a sharp knock echoed from the door, pulling him back to reality.
Knock, knock
Obito's eyes lifted from his thoughts. "Come in."
The door slid open with a soft creak, and Terumi Mei stepped inside. She wore that calm, mature smile of hers, a smile that could melt hearts or disarm enemies in equal measure.
Closing the door behind her, Mei didn't walk to the center of the room right away. Instead, she leaned casually against the wooden frame, her back arched just enough for her waist to bend forward.
The fabric of her clothes clung to her figure as though painted on. Her posture pressed the tight cloth snug against her hips, making her buttocks look impossibly round, full, and firm.
The curve of her body was accentuated in a way that felt almost deliberate.
Obito's Sharingan flickered once before he deliberately looked back at her face.
"…What's the meaning of this?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with curiosity.
Mei's smile deepened as she tilted her head slightly, strands of auburn hair brushing her cheek.
"Oh? Can't a woman visit you at night without suspicion?" she teased, her voice smooth and low, carrying the natural allure that seemed to follow her everywhere.
Her emerald eyes glimmered with playfulness.
Obito didn't answer right away. He simply stood up and made his way towards her.
At the same time, his senses stretched outward.
The chakra signature was faint, distant… but still within the range of his perception. Someone was tailing her.
Pakura.
Obito's eye twitched slightly. So she's here too, lurking around like a shadow.
His gaze dropped back to Mei. Her posture hadn't shifted...waist bent, hips arched, the tight fabric of her clothes pressing against her curves.
Making her look as though she was presenting herself to him. As if she was ready to be taken right there against the door.
Obito paused for a heartbeat, his expression unreadable. Then the thought struck him:
Does this woman have some kind of weird fetish or something?
He was puzzled, yes. But his smirk returned a moment later. After all...
Delivered straight to my lap like this… I wouldn't be a man if I didn't fuck her brains out right here and now.
Mei seeing Obito move towards her didn't make any movement, her palms flat against the wood, her back bent just enough to make her ass stick out, round and tempting.
He came right up behind her, his shadow draping over her curves, and raised his hand.
Smack!
His palm crashed against her right cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. The flesh jiggled under his hand, the impact leaving a faint red bloom.
Mei moaned low in her throat, her body shivering as she pushed her ass back, shaking it deliberately before glancing over her shoulder.
Her eyes were sultry, lips parted in a smile that said everything without words.
Obito's Sharingan flickered. He lifted his other hand.
Smack!
This time her left cheek quivered violently under the blow. Mei's breath hitched, her moan louder, rawer. Her hips rolled, pressing her ass back into him, grinding against the growing bulge in his pants.
"Mmh—hahhh…" Her breathing turned heavy, her ass grinding harder as she felt his length press between her cheeks. She tilted her head, eyes half-lidded and blazing with lust.
"I want it. Take me...take me right here."
Obito's smirk was sharp as he unfastened himself in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and the moment its heat brushed against her slick folds, Mei shuddered violently, gasping.
"F-fuck… it's so big already"
He didn't give her time to finish. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, driving to the hilt in a single stroke.
Mei's cry rang out, muffled only by the wood she pressed her forehead against. "Ahhh—hahhh! So deep! It's splitting me open..."
Her ass trembled under his grip as Obito slammed into her again, the door rattling with the force.
Her moans came ragged, shameless. "Nnghh—ahh, f-fuck, it's so hot inside me… you're stretching me so deep...I can feel every inch, my Lord!"
Obito's voice was low, playful as his pace grew harsher. "Grinding against me like that, begging for it… you knew exactly what you'd get."
Mei's reply broke apart into moans as he pounded her relentlessly, each thrust hitting deeper, wetter, filthier, the squelch of their joining echoing in the room.
Her hands clawed at the door for balance, her body quivering as she cried out,
"Yes—yes, right there...harder! Ahhh, gods, it feels so fucking good, don't stop!"
Obito's grin widened as he shifted his grip. Both hands seized her ass cheeks roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, spreading her wide as he drove into her harder.
The sound of skin on skin grew louder, wet and violent, echoing off the wooden walls.
His mouth lowered to her neck, teeth grazing, then biting down hard enough to make her gasp. He chewed along the tender skin of her shoulder and ear, each nip sending shivers through her spine.
"Ahhh—hnngh—fuck—" Mei's voice cracked between ragged moans, her body jerking helplessly as Obito's thrusts rocked her against the door.
Her hands flattened against the wood, nails scraping down as her hips rolled back desperately.
Every slam of his cock inside her made her ass ripple in his grip, his fingers sinking deeper into the softness as if molding her body to his rhythm.
Mei's head tilted back, lips trembling, voice breaking into shameless pleas. "Yesss! fuck me harder—ahhh! I want it...I want your dick to fuck my brains out!"
Obito growled low into her ear, his teeth biting her lobe as he obliged, pounding her with a merciless pace.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sound of his hips crashing against her ass filled the room, each sound wetter, filthier than the last.
Just outside, Pakura froze in the hallway. She had followed Mei half out of curiosity, half out of suspicion… but what she found was something else entirely.
From behind the sliding door, every sound came clear...the sharp smacks, the wet squelches, Mei's wanton moans and dirty cries.
Pakura's face flushed deep red, her breath catching in her throat. Her fists clenched at her sides, but her legs pressed together tightly as her body betrayed her.
"They're… so shameless…" she whispered under her breath, but her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Her pussy clenched hard, wetness pooling as her imagination betrayed her.
She bit her lip, unable to move away, her mind painting herself in Mei's place, her hands against the door, Obito slamming into her, that raw strength and filthy pace driving her insane.
Her pulse quickened. Her thighs rubbed together almost unconsciously as she leaned closer, trembling, listening intently to every moan and clap inside the room.
Pakura didn't know how long she had been standing there, lost in the sounds and heat of it all. Time blurred until Mei's voice pierced through the haze
"I'm Cumming—ahhhhnnnn ~!"
The lewd scream ripped through the quiet night, shameless and raw. Pakura's whole body jolted, her face going scarlet as she stumbled back from the door.
She turned and ran, breath ragged, her heart hammering like a war drum.
Only when she was far down the hall did she realize the damp heat between her legs, the wet cling of her panties. Her thighs trembled as the truth hit her. She had come too.
Inside, Obito gripped Mei's waist tightly, holding her trembling form pinned to the door as her orgasm tore through her.
Her body shivered violently, her cries echoing as her pussy clenched down around him in spasms.
Obito grunted low in his throat, hips driving hard one last time before he buried himself deep, unloading with a heavy release.
Plop!
He pulled out slowly, and the wet, messy sound filled the air.
Drip… drip…
His thick load spilled from her swollen pussy lips in waves, trailing down the crack of her ass and dripping to the floor in obscene strings.
Mei's thighs shook uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling slightly as her breath came in broken gasps. Her hair was plastered to her flushed face with sweat, a perfect picture of ruin.
Obito exhaled deeply, almost in amusement, before wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her easily into his arms.
Her head lolled against his chest, still dazed, as he carried her from the door to the bed and laid her down gently.
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