Chapter 9: Kurenai’s dream come true
That night, Kurenai returned home alone. Hinata followed Naruto somewhere, Shino as usual disappeared into the night with the insects. As for her… she carried a chaotic heart and a pair of feet that just walked aimlessly on the silent stone path.
The cool night wind blew against her face, but her chest felt hot, as if her breath was still lingering in her ear. His naughty hand kept massaging her ass in a nonchalant, lewd, and provocative manner. His eyes, that smile, his whispering voice in her ear:
“Imagine… if it was under the bed, when no one was looking, how far would I go?”
“Damn it…” — Kurenai gritted her teeth, but her voice was as weak as a sigh.
Entering her small apartment, she closed the door, leaned her back against the wooden door, her whole body went limp like a bubble, gradually sliding down, and then collapsed onto the cold floor.
Both arms wrapped around the knees. Long hair fell down, covering the red face.
Feelings of shame… humiliation… and chaotic desires overlapped.
“I… lost face…”
In the middle of the street, in front of teammates, students, opponents… she let him touch her butt, fondle her butt crack, but she herself did not stop him, even leaned on his shoulder, panting flirtatiously like a lovesick woman.
“Why… am I like this…?”
She stood up and trudged to the bedroom, leaving the light on. The moonlight outside the window shone through the curtains, casting a faint shadow on the mattress spread on the floor.
Kurenai sat down, took off her coat, and untied her hair tie. Each black thread slid down her shoulders like a stream, making her charming aura even more alluring.
She intended to lie down and sleep to forget — but between her legs she felt a slight numbness, her body felt like it was on fire, an itch spread from her lower abdomen to the bottom of her butt, where he had just rubbed her that afternoon.
The more she thought, the faster her heart beat.
The image appeared: Naruto hugged her tightly from behind, his big hand stroking from her waist down to her butt, massaging rhythmically, then secretly hooked his finger between her hot, moist flesh, whispering possessively in her ear:
“Teacher… your butt is so soft and fragrant… I can’t bear to let go…”
Kurenai bit her lip, one hand clenched the hem of her shirt, the other hand unconsciously moved down to her lower abdomen.
“No… I can’t…”
But her fingers had slipped inside the thin lace panties, where it had been wet for a long time, the clear white liquid had soaked the mattress, sticky like morning dew.
As soon as his fingers touched her, her whole body trembled slightly, then she gasped, her head tilted back, her white thighs slightly opened.
“Um… Naruto… damn it…”
Her hand gently caressed the slightly twitching flower, her fingertips stroking along the groove, then touching the small, erect rosebud, causing the soft body to arch up, her long hair spreading out on the mattress like an erotic painting.
“Ahh… no… can’t…”
Her mouth whispered a denial, but her fingers gently twisted, then circled, pressing down hard. Waves of pleasure rose, rolling over her like fire licking her skin.
Every time she imagined it was his hand — not her fingers, but his large, powerful hand, squeezing her ass, then thrusting deep into her pussy, making her go limp like a virgin being raped in the middle of the night forest.
“Mm… so deep… aa… Naruto…”
The slender fingers trembled, thrusting in, rubbing hard, then pulling out, making a soft smacking sound echo in the empty room. Her legs tightened, her butt moved up and down with each stroke, her chest heaved, her breasts under her bra swaying with her rapid breathing.
The hand couldn’t take it anymore, continuously thrusting deeper and stronger, as if wanting to fill the burning void in the heart.
At one point, a wave of pleasure came over her, and she moaned softly:
“Ahhh… Naruto… aah…!”
The body arched once, then convulsed slightly. Nectar spurted out like a stream, soaking the mattress and soaking into the inner thighs, making the fabric stick to the skin.
Kurenai lay there, panting, covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed like a girl who had just fallen in love for the first time.
But… her heart still beat strongly.
Below, even though she had just reached climax, her pussy was still contracting and trembling, as if craving for something really hard and hot to enter, a huge, red, veined dragon pillar wrapped around it, throbbing like a wild beast longing, to fill the entire emptiness.
Her mind was fading.
In the dim moonlight, Kurenai let out a gasp and fell asleep, her body still trembling slightly from the aftertaste of pleasure.
And in her wet dream… she found herself pressed against the wall, her legs lifted, Naruto’s hot dragon shaft thrusting deep into her uterus, each thrust causing her stomach to lift up, white fluid flowing out with each shot…
The first dream.
Of a mature woman, overcome with lust.
…
In the room bathed in soft yellow light, intermittent moans and slurping sounds of collision resounded continuously, mixed with heavy breathing like a long, endless erotic symphony.
On the large bed, Naruto was pressing down on Hinata — her body was as white as white jade, softly curving, her long, supple legs tightly wrapped around his hips, her lower body lifted up to respond to each thrust of his powerful dragon pillar.
Each thrust split open each ring of muscle inside the secret hole, the hot dragon pillar penetrated deeply then withdrew, followed by a series of sticky sounds and the sound of dripping water onto the already wet bed sheet.
“Ugh… Naruto… so deep… aa~ more…” — Hinata whispered, her eyes sparkling dreamily, her arms wrapped around his neck and tightened, her long purple hair spread out on the pillow, her breasts trembling with each thrust, her breathing rapid like a young girl in love for the first time.
She was no longer the shy, timid girl she once was.
After half a year of being penetrated into his uterus every night by him, Hinata has now completely become a woman obsessed with dragon pillars, skillfully cooperating with each thrust, her plump buttocks actively wriggling, causing her entire pussy to suck tightly around that hot object, forcing Naruto to pour semen in endlessly.
“Mm… Naruto… I love you… fill me up more…”
She moaned softly, kissed his cheek, then smiled sweetly, her eyes wet with love, her hand gently rubbing his back as if wanting him to pound harder.
Naruto looked at her, suddenly feeling a deep sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.
So cool! Hinata is such a treasure!
Every time he fucked her, he felt like he was lost in paradise. The feeling of her pussy squeezing his penis so tightly that he almost ejaculated, her infatuated eyes, her panting, her moaning, her lower abdomen rising every time he thrust deeply, all of it made him crazy with addiction to her.
“Hinata… your body… was really made to be crushed by me…”
He moaned softly in her ear, his hands gripped her small waist and pulled her towards him, his dragon rod thrusting deeper and deeper, penetrating all the way to the bottom, causing Hinata’s lower abdomen to swell with each beat, white liquid continuously flowing out, wetting the mattress below.
The two of them cooperated like a long-time husband and wife, but were still passionate, still infatuated, still ardent as the first day, as if each time they practiced together, their souls merged into one, with no concept of time.
But in the midst of that — a strange flash of light flashed through Naruto’s mind.
The Hyuga clan… besides Hinata… there is also a younger sister…
“Hanabi…”
He smiled faintly in his mind. He remembered the way that little girl looked — her bright, mischievous eyes, her small, pink lips, her stubborn yet potentially flirtatious look, sometimes looking at him as if she was evaluating something… interesting… that she wanted to try…
“This brat, when she grows up she will definitely be a pervert…”
Naruto licked his lips, his eyes suddenly flashed with a dark light.
“Hehe… let’s see… wait a few more years… Hanabi will grow up… then she won’t be able to escape…”
He imagined himself pinning both Hyuga sisters down on the bed, one being stabbed until crying, the other squeezing his dragon pillar as if wanting to suck all the essence out of him…
Just thinking about it made the dragon pillar tense up violently, slamming down even more fiercely, causing Hinata to scream, her nails digging deep into his back.
“Ahhh… more… more Naruto… my womb… is almost full…”
Naruto growled softly, held her waist tightly, then thrust a few deep thrusts, finally let out a low roar, then shot deep inside, thick hot semen pouring out like a waterfall, filling the entire narrow space.
Hinata’s whole body trembled, she opened her mouth and moaned, then fainted in his arms, still smiling happily.
…
Hinata was still lying limp on the bed, her mouth slightly open, breathing softly, her legs still wrapped around the now empty waist. Below, the cloudy white semen that had not yet fully withdrawn flowed out, dripping onto the wet bed sheet.
She was like a small boat that had just been filled, drifting in pleasure, her eyes were misty, her breath was as fragile as the thin mist of early winter.
Naruto leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly.
“Go to sleep, Hinata… I have something to do.”
He put his shirt back on, fixed his hair, and walked out of the room in silence. His back gradually disappeared into the dark hallway, leaving only the smell of semen and body odor lingering in the air.
As soon as the door closed…
“Nail!”
[Dual Cultivation System Activated – Strong Lust Signal Emitting From The Southeast – Source Confirmed: Yuhi Kurenai.]
“Subject is in a state of high arousal.”
“Success rate of forced dual cultivation: 97.3%.”
Naruto stopped in the middle of the hallway, the corners of his lips curled up into a cold, evil smile.
“In that case… let’s not waste it.”
He quickly walked out of the house, jumped onto the roof tiles, dashed through the shadows of the trees in the dark night, released himself like a tiger hunting its prey, gliding between roofs without making a sound.
In his heart, the desire to conquer a strong woman like Kurenai was rising.
He clearly remembered the scene that afternoon — when he squeezed her ass in front of Asuma, not only did she not stop him, but she also wiggled her hips as if complaining, as if enticing, as if waiting for him to really take the final step.
“Pretending to be arrogant and cold… but what is under that cover?”
He thought to himself, his eyes flashing with evil intent.
“You’re thirsty, aren’t you, Kurenai…?”
In the blink of an eye, Naruto landed on the roof of the house where Kurenai lived. The night was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and his pounding heart could be heard.
He quietly climbed down to the second floor balcony, where the bedroom window was ajar.
Inside… moonlight poured through the curtains, covering the body of the sleeping woman.
Kurenai curled up in the thin blanket, the hem of her nightgown was tilted to one side, revealing half of her chest rising and falling with each breath, her beautiful face floating, but between her thighs, she was lightly jerking with each beat — she was dreaming, dreaming of something that made her lower body feel hot.
Naruto squatted outside the window, quietly observing, without a sound. His hand slowly pulled the curtain aside, letting the moonlight shine clearly on her body.
Then he looked down between her legs…
The mattress is wet.
The thin panties were soaked, sticking to the edges of her thighs, clearly highlighting the curve of her pussy. Every time she turned over, the fabric stretched, sticking to her pussy as if it was about to tear from the excessive wetness.
Naruto swallowed.
“Humph… this body is truly enchanting.”
[Warning: Arousal continues to increase – Subject’s body reacts strongly to recent memories.]
[Recommend to perform dual cultivation coercion – Activate gentle or strong suppression command depending on the level of approach.]
Naruto narrowed his eyes, the dragon rod below had begun to harden, throbbing gently in his pants, as if responding to the lust that Kurenai emitted each beat.
He put one foot on the windowsill, his eyes lit up like a wolf smelling blood, and he thought to himself:
“Come in…”