Chapter 26: Playing in front of people
Night fell over Konoha, a thin moonlight peeking through the trees, casting a gloomy veil over the small path leading to the Jonin quarters. Asuma walked slowly, his cloak draped over one shoulder, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes lazy but deep inside filled with fatigue.
The past few days were like a sleepwalker, he didn’t want to do anything all day. Those images—the night he saw Kurenai pinned down by Naruto, that dragon rod shoved straight into her womb, fucked until she was sobbing, tears mixed with cum flowing like a stream—haunted him like a ghost.
He hates. But the more he hates, the emptier his heart feels.
“Just a trashy little devil…” – he gritted his teeth – “And yet he can snatch her from me…?”
While I was immersed in resentment, suddenly — a cold air whistled past my neck!
“What…” – Asuma turned around instinctively, chakra immediately condensing on his fingertips, preparing to launch a ninjutsu.
But before I could do anything —
“Slap!”
A hand like a demonic shadow reached out from the darkness and stabbed straight into the back of his neck! Asuma’s vision wavered, his legs went weak, and then his entire body collapsed to the ground, the darkness before his eyes shattered like the night being torn apart.
No time to react.
out of breath
Can’t see anyone’s face.
An elite Jonin like him… was defeated like a fresh genin.
…
When he woke up — it was too late.
Asuma’s body collapsed on the wooden floor, his entire body sealed, from the neck down bound with chakra-glittering runes, each circle of light intertwined like a spider web, tightly gripping his flesh. His throat tightened, wanting to scream, but his mouth would not open. His limbs were limp, only his eyes remained conscious — and those eyes, when they opened, were trembling violently.
“!!!”
Before him — were two very familiar figures.
Naruto — the young monster with earth-shattering power, was standing there with a lordly half-smile as he watched the mortal kneel.
And Kurenai—the woman who used to be his everything, was standing beside Naruto, her cheeks flushed, her eyes like silk, her plump breasts trembling slightly under her thin shirt as if burned by his gaze.
Asuma’s eyes widened.
“No… it can’t be…” – he screamed in his head. “I’m dreaming… it must be a dream…”
But the voice could not be uttered, just stuck in the throat like a cold knife.
Naruto bent down, placed his hand lightly on Kurenai’s shoulder, then smiled faintly, his voice rang out slowly, each word like a knife cutting into Asuma’s pride:
“Before… you dared to hire an assassin to assassinate me?”
He slowly walked closer to Asuma, squatted down, and faced that glaring gaze.
“That’s stupid… But I don’t blame you.”
“Because now…” – he smirked – “You will see — how your Kurenai… has become my woman.”
Kurenai shivered slightly, blushing, her arms slowly wrapping around Naruto’s neck.
“Na… Naruto…” – she breathed lightly, her eyes sparkling as if covered in mist.
Then—without hesitation—her lips touched his.
A deep kiss.
Not a forced kiss. Not a seductive kiss. But a passionate, weak kiss, the kiss of a woman whose reason had been shattered by that dragon pillar, whose uterus was filled with his semen, making every cell in her body miss his breath.
“Um…”
Her tongue entwined with his, her mouth opened, wet sounds echoed with each beat. Her two arms trembled as she hugged his neck tightly, her body pressed close, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, trembling slightly as if each kiss made her fall deeper into hell of pleasure.
Before Asuma’s eyes.
Right before his eyes — the woman who used to be his, who used to hold him every night, who used to snuggle into his chest and call his name in her dreams — was now passionately kissing someone else, moaning like a prostitute who had just been satisfied after nights of desire.
Asuma’s legs went weak.
He couldn’t groan, but tears welled up.
One drop.
Then two drops.
Then the whole pair of eyes were red and trembling violently.
In his head, Kurenai’s voice from back then echoed — “Asuma… I don’t like people who smoke…” — and now, she was hugging that Naruto’s neck, her mouth moaning “mmm… Naruto… deeper…”
Naruto tilted his head, his lips leaving hers, leaving a wet trail of juice at the corner of his mouth. He turned to Asuma and smiled softly:
“You see?”
“Your woman… now just seeing me… makes her whole body wet.”
Kurenai’s face was now red, and she gently pulled down her shirt, revealing one of her snow-white shoulders. Her skin glistened under the light, and drops of sweat rolled down her neck and through her deep cleavage, making Asuma feel like he was breaking down.
She moaned softly:
“Give it to me… in front of him…”
Naruto tilted his head.
“Do it for real?”
“Yes…” – Kurenai mumbled, her eyes filled with tears – “Let him know… I only belong to you…”
Asuma just wanted to explode at this moment.
Humiliation… pain… helplessness… and the burning desire of jealousy.
His whole body trembled, he couldn’t scream, only let out a miserable groan like a wild animal with its tongue cut off.
Naruto looked at him and smiled softly:
“Then… open your eyes.”
“Watch me… fuck your woman… right in front of you…”
Kurenai gasped softly, her trembling hands tightly hugging Naruto’s neck, her hazy eyes seemed to have melted away in his breath. Under the dim light, her body trembled slightly, her chest heaving with each beat, her red lips trembling in anticipation.
Naruto was in no hurry. He leaned close, his hot breath blowing on her neck, his voice deep and hoarse like a wild beast:
“Tonight… in front of him… I will take off each and every item on your body.”
Kurenai shivered slightly, her eyes dreamy:
“Yes… Naruto…”
He raised his hand, his thumb lightly hooked into the strap of her blouse, pulling it down a bit. The fabric slowly slid off her snow-white shoulders. Each inch of fabric that fell was a hot kiss pressed against the newly exposed skin.
“Kiss…” – his lips lightly touched the hollow of her shoulder.
“Kiss…” – his lips slid down to her collarbone, leaving a red mark like a blooming fire on her skin.
Kurenai trembled, her hands unconsciously clutching his shoulders, her head tilted back, her slender neck trembling, her breathing coming in rapid waves.
Naruto pulled a little more. The outer shirt slid down completely, revealing the tight-fitting inner shirt. Kurenai’s full breasts rose high under the thin fabric, her nipples appearing like two cherry dots.
He bent down, his lips brushing across her cleavage, his tongue lightly licking around the edge of her inner shirt, leaving a shiny trail of wetness.
“Um… Naruto…” – Kurenai breathed heavily, her eyes half-closed, a soft moan sounded like a small cat.
Asuma on the other side — could only watch with wide eyes. His whole body trembled, the sealing rope tightened but still could not stop the blood from rushing to his head. Every time Naruto took off an item of clothing, every time Kurenai moaned softly, it was like a knife cutting into his heart.
Naruto gently lifted his hand, hooked it to the strap of her inner shirt, and slowly pulled it down. Inch by inch, until the thin fabric slid off her nipples, revealing two full breasts, pink nipples, already erect from stimulation.
He said nothing, just bent down, took one side in his mouth, and licked it around with his tongue.
“Kiss… lick… suck…”
“Um… aaah…” – Kurenai screamed softly, her body trembling, her hands tightly gripping his hair.
Naruto moved to the other side again, his lips biting lightly, his tongue swirling lightly, leaving a wet red mark.
He continued to take off his ninja skirt. The fabric slid down over her slim waist, her full hips, and her round buttocks. At each exposed spot, his lips kissed, licked, and bit lightly as if to mark her with their sovereignty.
By the time Kurenai was left with only the last thin piece of cloth covering her secret hole, her body was like a goddess statue – white and smooth, glistening with sweat, trembling with each wave. Her pink nipples were hard, her flat stomach was undulating, and her secret hole under the cloth was soaked with nectar, each drop seeping out.
Naruto raised his head, licked his lips, his eyes flashing with evil:
“You see, Asuma…”
He turned to look straight at Asuma, his hand gently pulling the last piece of cloth on Kurenai’s lower body.
“This is the woman you once held.”
“And now…”
The last piece of thin cloth fell.
Kurenai stood there, her perfect body exposed before her eyes. Her thighs were half-closed, her pink pussy was open, and shiny nectar flowed down her thighs like a stream.
Naruto leaned down, his lips brushed the skin just below her navel, then slowly kissed down, his tongue lightly licking wherever he kissed, his hot breath making her tremble like a willow branch.
“Ugh… aahh… Naruto… don’t… in front of him…” – she moaned, but her voice was mixed with pleasure.
Naruto curled his lips, his voice hoarse:
“It is because it is in front of him… that I have to let him see clearly.”
Then he licked down to the edge of the hole, the tip of his tongue gently touching the two soft, wet petals…
Naruto glanced at Asuma once more, a cold smile crossing the corner of his lips. He slowly stood up, circling behind Kurenai. His shadow fell on the floor, covering the soft body that was trembling with each beat.
“Now then…” – his voice was low and hoarse, blowing against the back of her neck like a hot wind – “…you will see how obedient your Kurenai is.”
He gently pulled his belt, lowering each layer of cloth. That terrible thing – the dragon pillar – slowly emerged, hot and huge like a long-hidden python. Under the dim light, the red head of the penis shone, the veins twitching, heat radiating out like fire.
Naruto pressed his lower body against hers, his dragon shaft rubbing back and forth against her beautiful pussy lips. With each rub, Kurenai trembled violently, her body softening as if about to melt. That beautiful pussy lips were wet, slightly open, shivering, receiving the heat from the giant dragon teasing outside.
“Um… Naruto…” – Kurenai gasped, her voice trembling, her hands unconsciously leaning against the wall, her back arching up.
Naruto smiled slightly, not rushing to penetrate. His two hands from behind slid up to the front, around her slim waist, then slithered up like two snakes, kneading and caressing her full breasts that were heaving against her chest.
“Sniff… sniff…” – his tongue lightly licked her earlobe, his fingers gently squeezed her nipples, kneading them rhythmically. Each time, Kurenai let out a soft moan, her legs trembling, her round buttocks unconsciously thrusting backwards as if inviting the dragon pillar.
Naruto rubbed his dragon shaft across the beautiful flower’s edge while squeezing the two breasts in front of her. His large hand kneaded harder and harder, the wet sound of skin rubbing against skin resounded, mixed with Kurenai’s moans, sounding enchanting.
Asuma’s eyes widened.
He saw it all. Saw every slow movement, every active gesture, every moan that he once thought only he could make her let out. Now it all belonged to a blond boy standing behind her, his hot dragon pillar rubbing back and forth against that beautiful flower as if he was about to “swallow” her in front of him.
Naruto tilted his head slightly, his voice like thunder, filled with pleasure:
“You see, Asuma…”
His hands squeezed harder, the breasts in his hands were as soft as melted snow, and the dragon pillar was still sliding along the beautiful edge of the flower, rubbing gently with each rhythm, making Kurenai tremble like a leaf in the wind.
“This is my… Kurenai.”
Naruto slightly curled his lips, his eyes half smiling, half cold, then leisurely sat down on a nearby chair. He leaned back on the chair like a lord waiting for his subordinates to kneel.
“Okay…” – his voice was low and soft, like an order – “…do it yourself. Let him see clearly.”
Kurenai shivered slightly, her cheeks flushed red as fire, her body trembling. Her eyes were hazy, both embarrassed and hypnotized, but in the end she still nodded slightly.
“Yes… Naruto…” – her voice was as small as a breath.
She slowly walked forward, standing between Naruto’s spread legs. With each step she took, the floor seemed to vibrate with the sound of Asuma’s heartbeat. His eyes were so wide they seemed to crack, but his mouth was sealed shut, unable to make a sound.
Kurenai stood right in front of him, her body naked under the dim light, every curve seemed to be dancing, the beautiful flower between her half-closed thighs trembling, glistening with honey.
Before her – Naruto’s giant dragon pillar, red and hot, each vein twitching slightly with the beat.
Kurenai gently reached out, her trembling fingers stroking along that giant dragon shaft. With each stroke, the head jerked slightly, emitting heat that made her hand tremble more, her breathing more rapid.
She took a deep breath, her other hand slowly spread open the lips of her flower, the two red petals opened wide like a peony ready to welcome bees. Honey oozed out from her slit, flowing down her thigh, sparkling under the light.
Asuma saw that scene, his whole body froze. He wanted to close his eyes, wanted to scream, but Naruto used his chakra to keep his eyelids open. Each image that hit his eyes was like a red-hot knife.
Kurenai gasped softly, her hands trembling, then slowly lowered herself down.
The tip of the dragon’s penis gently touched the edge of the beautiful flower, making a small slurping sound, and wet nectar shot out as if to welcome her. She trembled violently, her body softening, but she still slowly lowered herself a little further.
“Slurp… slurp…” – the wet sound echoed, heavy and full of eroticism.
The dragon pillar slowly separated those two beautiful petals, invading bit by bit. With each step, her skin trembled, the edges of the flower contracted invitingly.
Kurenai bit her lip, a sob escaping her lips:
“Mm… Naruto… so deep…”
Naruto leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking down at her like a predator watching its prey fall into a trap.
Asuma… could only watch. Watch the woman he once loved inserting the dragon pillar into herself, spreading her pussy lips to slowly swallow that giant python.
Each “slurping” sound echoed like nails hammering into his proud coffin.
Every beat Kurenai brought down was a knife cutting into his heart.
And he – an elite Jonin – could only kneel helplessly on the floor, eyes wide open, throat choked, heart crushed, watching the humiliating scene unfold before him.