Chapter 8: Asuma’s Jealousy
Time was like a stream in the spring forest, flowing by without anyone noticing. In the blink of an eye, three more months had passed since the day Group 8 officially began training under Yuhi Kurenai.
The relationship within the team is getting closer and closer, but Naruto’s special “intimate communication” is getting more and more… excessive.
But Kurenai, from blushing and scolding, gradually got used to it. Not knowing when, she stopped resisting so strongly, sometimes even… seemed to give up, sighing and giving up.
Perhaps, for a perverted disciple like Naruto, the more he forbade, the more he wanted to provoke. The more strict, the more he took advantage.
But honestly — she… wasn’t really as upset as before.
Like right now, the whole team was sitting around a fragrant pot of hotpot, celebrating the successful completion of the mission. The private room in a famous restaurant near the center of Konoha was warm, the aroma of the hotpot wafted up, making everyone’s stomachs rumble.
Naruto — whether by accident or on purpose — sat between the two beauties of the team: on one side was Hinata, who had become a lustful woman infatuated with the dragon pillar, on the other was Kurenai, a female Jounin with a cold and seductive aura.
As for Shino? He had already “consciously” sat across from me, head bowed, quietly… playing with the insects in his sleeves. Every time his eyes wandered to the scene on the other side of the table, he would shiver and turn away, muttering,
“I didn’t see… I didn’t hear… I didn’t know… I’m just a bug breeder…”
Meanwhile, Naruto was laughing happily and calmly… one hand reached under the table to squeeze Hinata’s round butt, the other hand placed loosely on Kurenai’s thigh, then slowly slid down…
Hinata had long since gotten used to his lewd teasing. Under the table, even though her legs were shaking slightly as his large hand gently squeezed, then squeezed her soft buttocks—she still calmly picked up the vegetables, her mouth still chewing, only her cheeks were red as if they had been burned by the fire.
Six months passed, being pressed until her uterus curved, the dragon pillar penetrated all the way to her soul, that feeling of being fucked deep inside had become a part of her life. A little caress of her ass like this was not enough to distract her anymore.
Kurenai is different.
She initially sat up straight, maintaining her posture like a serious senior. But when that naughty hand slid down, gently squeezing the plump buttocks under the ninja fabric, her body trembled slightly, and then her cheeks involuntarily turned red.
“Naruto…” — she tilted her head and whispered, her voice low enough for only him to hear, her hand under the table gently pushing the back of his hand.
But that action — in the eyes of outsiders — was no different from the coquetry of a woman coquettishly showing off to her lover.
“Don’t… everyone is still here…” — she tilted her head, her voice hoarse and a little embarrassed, but her eyes didn’t have a single trace of true anger.
Naruto smiled, his hand still not leaving, even more bold, sliding into the crack of her ass, gently caressing the groove between her two breasts, lightly teasing causing Kurenai to gasp.
“Don’t worry…” — he leaned close to her ear, his breath blowing on her rosy earlobe like a light lick, his voice low and lewd — “Just under the table… you just keep eating, don’t spoil everyone’s mood.”
“You… you really are…” — Kurenai gritted her teeth, her face red, but she didn’t dare to react strongly. She could only pick up a piece of mushroom and put it in her mouth, chewing vigorously to vent her anger.
But Naruto knew clearly — his hand was still caressing and fondling her ass bit by bit, but she didn’t push his hand away, just breathed harder, her thighs trembled slightly, and her hips even pushed back slightly as if she wanted to stick to that hand.
In the past three months, he had touched her body countless times. During training, during breaks, when he “accidentally” stood behind her, when he helped her shake off the dust, when he stroked her hair, and once he even hugged her waist from behind just to… “avoid stray kunai”.
He touched, she felt embarrassed.
He touched, she brushed it away.
But in the end, she still… ignored it.
Naruto knew clearly — Kurenai was aware of his lustful thoughts. But she couldn’t resist strongly — for a very simple reason: she was being taken over by him bit by bit.
Not by dragon pillar — not yet.
But his eyes, his hands, his breath, his voice… all had seeped into her body like sweet poison.
And today, under the soft yellow light, in the middle of a steaming hot pot, he once again gently squeezed her hand, squeezing her round buttocks as if to confirm:
“You can’t run, Kurenai…”
…
Kurenai was now sitting still on the chair, the chopsticks in her hands had stopped moving at some point. Her face was red, but not just from the alcohol or Naruto’s hand gently squeezing her soft butt… but also from an extremely embarrassing memory that suddenly surged up like a broken dam.
That time… was three weeks ago… on a mission outside the southern city.
In the middle of a hot afternoon, after completing the first phase, the group stopped in the forest to prepare a meal. Kurenai left the campsite, intending to find some medicinal herbs, but before she could take a few steps… she heard a strange sound — like a gasp, mixed with a rhythmic “fluttering” sound echoing through the empty forest.
Her ninja instinct made her immediately retract her aura and approach silently.
But as she gently parted the leaves… the sight that greeted her eyes made her freeze in place.
Under the old tree, where the sunlight occasionally shines through the leaves, a purple-haired young woman is leaning her hands on the tree trunk, her legs closed together femininely, her butt raised high as if offering.
Her pants and panties had fallen down to her knees, revealing her trembling white and pink buttocks. Below was her wet and red pussy being continuously penetrated by something huge, dark, veined like a python.
“Um… Um… Naruto… deeper… pump it in more… my womb… needs to be filled…”
It was Hinata’s voice—clear, shy, and now trembling with lustful moans. Each of her words was like a knife cutting into the pride of the female Jounin standing behind the bushes. Kurenai couldn’t believe it—the timid girl she was leading was actively responding like a prostitute under that man’s body.
Naruto’s penis was frighteningly large, thrusting in and out, making heavy “slurping” and “squishing” sounds as if he was using all his strength to pound. Every time he pushed in deep, the tip of his penis pressed against Hinata’s lower abdomen, causing her lower abdomen to swell slightly, as if something was entering her uterus.
And then — “bang!” — a powerful push.
“Ahhh… aaAAA~!” — Hinata let out a choked moan, her whole body trembling, her slender legs clamping tightly together as if instinctively squeezing the object that was pumping life force inside.
Immediately after that, there were more “thump… thump…” waves, then Naruto groaned softly, hugging her waist tightly from behind, his whole body tensing up.
“Pour it out here… Hinata… take all of my semen…”
A dull “pop” sound rang out, and then hot semen gushed out, shooting straight into Hinata’s womb. The amount of fluid was so great that it flowed back out of her pussy, forming a milky white stream that flowed down the crack of her buttocks, sliding down her smooth white thighs, dripping down to the roots of the tree below.
“Um… Um… there’s too much… I can’t take it…” — Hinata sobbed softly, her body limp, but her hands remained in the same position, as if afraid that if she let go, the precious semen in her body would spill out.
Kurenai at that moment… was petrified.
She thought she would be angry. But no… what surged in her heart was a feeling of frustration, panic, chaos… and a hint of something she couldn’t admit. Her legs had been shaking for a long time, but not because of anger — but because… the bottom of her stomach suddenly felt hot, her pussy twitched slightly with each of Hinata’s moans, her panties were soaked without her realizing it.
After that day… Kurenai always tried to avoid Naruto’s eyes.
But the more she avoided… the more he teased her.
The more he teased her… the harder it was for her to resist.
And now—in the middle of the hot pot meal—his hand was again squeezing her butt as if reliving that scene.
Kurenai clenched her teeth, trying to smile and talk to Shino to get over the matter, but under the thin layer of fabric, her legs were slightly clamped together, trying to hide her secret hole that was contracting and smoldering as if it wanted to flow something out.
“Naruto… if this continues… I really… don’t know if I can keep myself…”
…
After eating their fill of hot pot, the group slowly walked out of the restaurant, the night wind blowing through their hair, carrying the lingering aroma of the spicy hot pot on their clothes.
Naruto grinned, one arm around Hinata’s waist, the other around Kurenai’s slender waist, close together like lovers taking a late night stroll, his hand still restless as he gently caressed her butt through the thin fabric, his fingers seemed to have magical power to penetrate the soft curve.
“Um…” — Kurenai shivered slightly, glaring at him lightly, but did not push his hand away, but instead naturally leaned into him a little more, the smell of alcohol and his body mixed together, making her feel dizzy between being drunk and being drunk on love.
But just then…
Ahead, a group of three people walked from the opposite direction, with a familiar aura, none other than team 10: Sarutobi Asuma, Ino, and Shikamaru.
The moment their eyes met — the situation immediately changed.
Asuma slowed down, his cold eyes glaring straight at Naruto. He saw the blond boy’s arm draped around Kurenai’s waist, and Kurenai didn’t move away — his heart felt like it was being squeezed.
“What the hell is this…?”
Naruto raised his eyebrows, smiling as if nothing happened, his hands not leaving his waist, slowly sliding down lower, lightly squeezing Kurenai’s round butt right in front of the whole group.
“You…” — Asuma gritted his teeth, his entire body seemed to want to rush forward.
Naruto coldly snorted, turned his head to look, his eyes full of contempt:
“Who are you? You dare stop me from helping my sensei?”
The words were light, but they hit Asuma in the face like a stick.
He knew it well — this brat was no stranger to him. And he himself… was no stranger to Naruto. But this way of casually shoving his hand into Kurenai’s ass, fondling it lewdly, and even daring to say “take it”? What the hell was that!?
“You… let go!” — Asuma hissed, taking half a step forward.
But Naruto remained calm, smiling evilly, his hand caressing Kurenai’s butt as if rubbing, his middle finger gently slipping into the crack, hooking lightly, causing her whole body to shiver slightly.
“Um…” — Kurenai inhaled lightly, her face flushed, but she still didn’t push his hand away, nor did she avoid him. Instead, she tilted her head, lazily leaning on Naruto’s shoulder, her red, wet eyes looking at Asuma:
“What? I drank too much… so what if my student gets better? What are you upset about?”
“You…” — Asuma choked, eyes wide open, because he knew very well where Naruto’s hand was. It wasn’t “supporting”… but touching, squeezing, hooking, that monster’s finger was trying to play with Kurenai’s butt like it was playing with a toy.
What was even more infuriating was that Kurenai didn’t push him away.
Ino standing beside her also opened her mouth wide. Her eyes unconsciously slid down, just in time to see Naruto gently squeeze her round butt, then gently spread his two fingers, as if he was “drawing words” on the crack between her buttocks.
“Oh my…” — Ino blushed, quickly turning away, but her eyes still glanced back, her heart felt like something softened. Teacher Kurenai’s butt… was touched like that? That finger… must… feel very soft…?
Meanwhile, Hinata stood beside her, completely calm, holding a box of fruit dessert and chewing as if nothing had happened. To her, the scene of Naruto talking while touching another woman’s butt… was all too familiar.
Asuma clenched his fists.
“Naruto! Are you still a student!? Do you still know manners?!”
Naruto turned his head, his eyes cold.
“Student…? Humph. I’m still a man. And men have the right to protect their women. And you…” — he glanced up and down — “Who are you to have the right to come between me and my sensei?”
Kurenai then let out a soft “hmph” sound, her lips moving as she spoke softly:
“Asuma, don’t embarrass yourself… you’re nothing to me.”
This sentence was like a knife stabbing straight into Asuma’s heart.
His eyes revealed a trace of melancholy, then turned to resentment. He wanted to curse, wanted to rush forward, wanted to punch that bastard who was grabbing the butt of the woman he liked — but he knew… he didn’t dare.
Because Naruto’s eyes at this moment… were no longer the eyes of a student.
But that of a wild beast—one that has marked its territory. And any intruder… can only be crushed.
“You… will regret it…” — Asuma gritted his teeth, turned around and left, his shoulders shaking with anger, but he didn’t dare to turn back.
Ino still blushed, quietly following behind, but in her mind, the image of Naruto’s hand caressing Kurenai’s butt kept echoing. That hand… would probably touch her too if given the chance…?
Shikamaru sighed and muttered:
“Annoying…”
What about Naruto? He chuckled, gently pulled Kurenai closer, squeezed her soft, elastic butt even harder, and lowered his head to whisper in her ear:
“You see? I can do this right in front of him… Just imagine… if it was under the bed, when no one was looking, how far would I go?”
Kurenai’s whole body trembled slightly, her eyes were dreamy, her lips were pursed, her cheeks were as rosy as a ripe peach.
“Naruto… you hateful brat…”
But… she did not move away.