Kurenai swallowed the last of the cum still lingering in her mouth. A small trail escaped her lips, which she wiped with her finger before looking up at him—waiting.
Waiting for what, exactly? A command? A new position? Some half-assed praise?
Honestly, she didn't even know anymore.
Somewhere along the line… she'd started waiting for his word. For his direction. It pissed her off. She hated it—hated herself for turning into this. Why the hell was she like this?
Before she could sink into shame again, she felt her body lifted.
Obito grabbed her by the legs, spread them wide, and placed them over his shoulders in one smooth motion. His rock-hard dick was already nudging at her entrance—her pussy clenching, wet, practically begging.
Her eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding. Then she looked at him, swallowed hard, and said softly:
"It's… my first time… I… hope you can be…"
She couldn't finish it.
The words stuck in her throat.
It sounded way too shameless... too raw. She was basically begging him to fuck her. No dignity. No pride. Just pure, open desperation.
Obito grinned deviously.
He wasn't about to let that pass.
"Hmmm… what was that? I didn't quite catch it," he teased, pretending not to hear.
Kurenai's cheeks flushed, caught between embarrassment and a flicker of anger.
But as she stared at his rock-hard dick—so close, so ready to mess her up—she realized just how little control she had left in this situation.
"I-I mean… Master, please be gentle… I might not be able to handle it…" She turned her face away, burning up with shame, lips trembling.
"Ohhh? Is that so...?" Obito smirked, his voice playful and dripping with intent. "Well, I guess I'll have to find out exactly how much you can take, won't I?"
His eyes roamed over her, shameless and hungry. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you remember every second of it."
Then he simply adjusted his grip, lined himself up, and pressed forward.
Slowly—carefully—he entered her tight, wet pussy.
Until...
Rip.
He met resistance.
And tore through it.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Kurenai cried out, her whole body tensing up. The pain shot through her like lightning. Even as a ninja, the burn of her first time was sharp, overwhelming—raw.
Obito stopped. He held still inside her, letting her adjust to his size.
He wasn't trying to be gentle for the sake of romance. He just didn't want to break her too fast.
"Ahhh…" she gasped again, her voice shaky. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.
Her expression—already blushing and desperately trying to hold onto some composure, finally shattered even further.
Tears welled in her eyes.
"It hurts… slow down… a bit more…"
She bit her lip, looking up at him with watery eyes.
Obito saw her like that—so vulnerable, so real and for a moment, even he softened. He leaned in, licked the tears from her cheeks, and kissed her forehead gently.
"It'll be fine soon, Kurenai. I promise. Just a little longer," he whispered into her ear, voice low and warm.
Then he nibbled her ear.
Kurenai's arms wrapped around him tightly. She pulled him close, burying her face in his neck and then bit down softly, kissing the skin to express emotions she couldn't put into words.
She'd done this so many times in the illusion world that, now, it almost felt natural—even in this moment.
Squish.
Obito slowly resumed his movements.
Squelch.
Squelch.
The sounds were obscene. His cock moved in and out of her slowly, each thrust making her gasp.
"Ahhh…"
"Ahhhh…~"
It still hurt. But something else was rising under the pain.
Pleasure.
Real pleasure.
Obito, noticing the change in her gasps, smirked and pulled out his trump card.
After all these years, he'd mastered all kinds of techniques—especially the ones that made things a lot more interesting.
This particular jutsu? It could mess with the hormones inside a body, ramping up desire until even the most stubborn would be begging for it. Of course, he kept it dialed low... didn't want to fry her brain.
He slipped the technique inside her, letting it work its magic—stimulating her from the inside out, easing the pain, loosening her up, and making her wetter with every passing second.
Thump.
Whap.
His hips moved a bit faster. The wet sounds echoed louder in the quiet room.
"AHHHH!"
Kurenai moaned out loud now, no hesitation.
The pain was gone. Replaced by waves of raw pleasure rolling through her.
She clung to him harder, her legs wrapping around his waist, locking him in.
'Ohh… oh my god, what is this? It feels so good,' Kurenai thought, her mind spinning as the heat inside her built with every thrust.
That thick rod felt like it was melting her from the inside out, flooding her with a pleasure so intense she could barely breathe.
Her toes curled, her whole body tensing with the urge to cry out his name, desperate to let those moans escape.
She finally couldn't hold back anymore... shameless, desperate, she let her moans spill out, loud and raw, not giving a damn if anyone heard her.
"Ahh…! Haa… ah… mmnh…! O-ohh… Master… ah…!"
Her cries echoed through the room, each one sharper and louder as the pleasure overtook her.
Obito leaned into her neck, raining kisses down like he was claiming every inch of her body.
Kurenai grabbed his head and pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss, her hips bucking up to meet him. Her legs, already locked tightly around his waist, squeezed even harder—like she was trying to fuse their bodies together.
"Ahh… haa… mmh… M-Master… ah… more… ahh…~!"
She moaned helplessly for her master, every sound spilling out between their lips as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
When her legs locked so tight around him and she begged for more, something in Obito snapped.
All restraint vanished... he grabbed her hips, slamming into her harder, lost in the raw heat of her desperate cries and the way her body clung to his.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The room was soaked in the sound of their bodies colliding.
"Nnh…"
She whimpered—a needy, breathless moan escaping her lips, her fingers digging into his back.
"Mnn… yes… Ahh…Ohh…~"
"Ahh… yes, right there ❤️—" Kurenai gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Obito didn't say a word.
He adjusted his position, locking her into missionary. One arm wrapped tightly around her neck—not choking, but firm—while the other held her waist as he began pounding her again, deep and relentless.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of sex—skin slapping, her moans, the slick slide of bodies tangled together.
If not for the sealing formation Obito had set up earlier, Asuma—staying in the very same inn—would've heard every filthy detail.
Kurenai, moaning shamelessly for another man… in her own room, while Asuma was next door, facing his own life-and-death crisis.
"God—MASTER ❤️! Your cock's so deep… I can't think straight!" Kurenai cried out, not even realizing what she was saying.
Lust had completely hijacked her mind.
And just like men sometimes think with their dick… women think with their pussy too.
Not to mention, she was being fucked so rough by such a handsome bastard—turned into a mess, his bitch, right there in her own bed.
"W–wait… ahh… not so fast…"
"Ahhn… please… be gentle… I–I can't take it…" she whimpered under the onslaught.
But Obito didn't slow down.
Not tonight.
Tonight, he was going to own her completely.
"Nnh~… ah… ah… ah…"
Smack… smack… squelch… ahhh~
Her back arched with each thrust, her body rising to meet him instinctively.
Their hips slammed together in a deep, steady rhythm, every stroke sending shudders through her body—each thrust pulling soft, broken moans from her trembling lips.
"Ahh—don't look at me like that… it's too much!" she cried, turning her head to the side, flustered.
Obito was staring directly at her.
Straight into her eyes as he fucked her brains out.
"Haa… haa… mmm…!"
"Ahn~"
"Mmn…"
"Unnhh…"
Then… he said it.
"I love you, Kurenai."
Everything froze.
Her pussy clenched tight, her whole body trembling as those words echoed in her ears.
"Wha–what are you saying… yo–you…" Kurenai tried to curse him, but the words caught in her throat. She turned her head away, cheeks burning.
"Forcing yourself on me… that's not love… idiot!" she finally managed, her voice cracking as she moaned between protests—half anger, half helpless desire.
"That doesn't mean I don't love you," Obito whispered.
And this time… he slowed down.
His thrusts became softer, more deliberate. Gentler.
Kurenai's eyes widened in surprise.
She wasn't used to this side of him.
"MASTER— I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING, JUST FUCK ME HARDER!" Kurenai screamed, her voice cracking, louder than she ever meant.
She was flustered—panicked—even if she tried to hide it behind flustered anger.
When she heard him say he loved her, her heart nearly exploded out of her chest.
She couldn't let him know that.
Not this handsome asshole.
'It must be the s-sex messing with my head… When it's over, I won't feel this way... I'm sure of it,' Kurenai told herself, desperately clinging to the idea that all this was just a side effect of being fucked senseless.
Obito just watched her for a second—calm on the surface, blank like always.
But inside?
He was grinning.
"As you wish…" he said coolly, voice deep and smug.
Then he went in.
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Smack… smack… squelch… ahhh~
Kurenai gasped and moaned, her legs tightening around him, locking him in again—desperate without saying a single word.
"Ahh… I–I'm… gonna—!"
"Ahh… I'm c–coming Master~!"
And then she came hard.
This one wasn't just trembling or gasping—this was a full-on squirt. Her juices shot out, soaking the sheets, dripping down their thighs.
Obito's eyes widened slightly.
"Shit—here it comes!" he grunted, voice rough with pleasure.
"Y-You're… milking me… I'm gonna explode!"
The way her pussy clenched around him post-orgasm—it was like she was trying to pull every drop out of him.
"I'm gonna fill you up—get ready for the premium chakra load! Hold tight, Kurenai, this is a one-way ticket to cloud nine!"
With one last deep slam, Obito groaned loud and hard.
"DOMAIN EXPANSION—INFINITE CREAMPIE!"
Thick, hot spurts of cum pulsed from his cock, shooting into her, flooding her walls. He didn't stop until her insides were overflowing—wet, messy, twitching around him.
Kurenai gasped as she felt it, body twitching, breath catching.
It was hot. Full. Too much.
"Too much… too much…" she mumbled weakly, eyes unfocused, before her head slowly lolled back, body limp.
She passed out.
At the exact moment she blacked out... completely stuffed, her womb practically drunk on cum...
Meanwhile, in the next room...
Asuma unleashed a primal scream,
"AAARRRGHHHH!!"
GUSH! SPLAT! SPLURT!
He climaxed in perfect sync, red juice pouring out like someone popped a tomato.
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