Lust is not the enemy of the soul, but of control. It strips us of our masks and reveals the beast beneath the skin.
These words perfectly captured the reality Takeshi was facing. She, who had come to provoke him, now had to face the consequences.
After discovering the mission previously assigned by the system, Takeshi changed almost instantly, becoming… much more… *enterprising*.
Without a word, he rose, his movements as fluid as water, and gripped her hips, pulling her against him. His lips crashed onto hers in a ravenous kiss—both tender and demanding.
She let out a startled cry, trying to push him away, but her hands were already trapped in his.
"Takeshi… stop," she gasped, her voice fractured. "I'm your *Sensei*."
"Sensei, wasn't it *you* who came knocking on *my* door?" he replied with a smirk before continuing.
His lips traced a burning path along her neck. "You're also a woman," he murmured against her skin, "and I'm a man who desires you."
She tried to argue, but her body seemed to want something else entirely. Indecent moans escaped her lips.
"Aghhh… shhhii… aghh."
She stiffened, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her clothes vanished one by one, revealing flawless, pale skin.
Barely moments after transmigrating, he was already savoring the body of a woman in her thirties. Surely an auspicious sign. He took his time admiring her, as if etching every detail into his memory.
"You shouldn't…," she began, but her voice shattered into a moan as he lifted her, pressing her against the smooth wooden wall.
His hands explored every inch of her, his kisses growing more desperate, more ravenous.
"I *should*," he whispered, his hot breath against her ear. "Because you teased me for the last time."
She closed her eyes, surrendering completely. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer. "You're making a mistake," she murmured, but her words were drowned by the pleasure consuming her.
"And if it's the best mistake of my life?" he countered, his lips finding hers again—more voracious this time.
*Hmmm!*
The room echoed with their moans, their sighs, their names whispered like unholy prayers. The outside world vanished, leaving only the two of them, their raw desire, and the sweetness that conquered all.
His hands slid down her waist, lifting her slightly as he threw her onto the nearby bed.
"For teasing me, I'll make you forget even your own name," he growled, his voice deep and hypnotic, as he undressed, his engorged shaft throbbing.
(°_°)
As his gaze fell on the curvaceous body of the young woman before him, a shiver ran down his spine.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his words vibrating against her skin. Natsumi smiled—a smile of pure desire and anticipation. "Prove it," she replied, her voice trembling.
He placed a delicate kiss on the inside of her thigh, feeling her body tense beneath his lips. "You're already so wet for me," he whispered, satisfaction thick in his voice.
Natsumi moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair. "Don't make me wait," she begged, her voice shattered by need.
Takeshi smirked—a predator's smirk—before plunging between her thighs. His lips brushed her core gently, tracing invisible patterns, playing her like an instrument. The Jonin arched her back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Oh, Takeshi… yes… like that…"
He intensified his caresses, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot. Natsumi writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets, her legs tightening around his head as if to trap him in her pleasure.
"Harder… faster…" she gasped, her voice devolving into incoherent whispers.
Takeshi obeyed, increasing the pace, his tongue working with precision and passion that pushed her toward the pinnacle.
Natsumi felt the waves of pleasure building, crashing, until she could no longer hold back. "Takeshi… I… I'm going to…"
"Let go," he murmured, his words vibrating against her.
And she did. Her body arched, a cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she climaxed, her muscles clenching around his tongue. Takeshi continued, keeping her on the edge, riding the waves of ecstasy until she lay exhausted, breathless, and satisfied.
"You're incredible," she whispered, her hands gently stroking his hair, her body still trembling from the aftermath.
Takeshi rose, a triumphant smile on his lips. "This is just the beginning," he promised, his eyes burning with desire.
And she smiled, knowing the night was far from over. The sound of notifications buzzed in the young ninja's mind, but now was no time for distractions. He pulled her close, and a new round began.
Their bodies moved in a primal, intoxicating dance. She buried her face in his neck, her moans mingling with his ragged breaths, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if fearing the abyss of pleasure beneath her.
"Takeshi…," she gasped, his name a mix of plea and surrender.
"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing hers. "Let me show you how beautiful this mistake is."
And he continued, his movements confident yet tender, as if erasing years of repressed desire in a single moment. The room, silent witness to their passion, seemed to hold its breath, even the shadows captivated by their forbidden dance.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands sliding along her body to cup her breasts.
*Aghhhhhh!*
His hands never left her breasts. He kneaded, caressed, molded them, feeling their weight and softness beneath his palms. Natsumi writhed, her hands gripping the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric.
"Oh, Takeshi… yes… like that…" she moaned, her voice shattered by pleasure.
He quickened the pace, his thrusts growing more powerful, more demanding. Natsumi felt every movement, every friction, every pressure pushing her toward another climax.
Her breasts bounced slightly with each caress, her nipples hardening proudly. "Harder… faster…" she begged, eyes closed, face contorted with pleasure.
"Yes… I'm yours…"
The waves of pleasure built within her, crashing, until she could no longer hold back. Her muscles clenched around him, her body arching in an arc of pleasure as she climaxed again.
A tearing cry escaped her lips, her body trembling violently from the intensity.
"Takeshi… oh, Takeshi…" she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
He continued thrusting, keeping her on the edge, riding the waves of ecstasy until she lay completely spent, gasping, and satisfied. Finally, he collapsed atop her, his hot breath against her neck, his hands gently stroking her back.
The kunoichi, still trembling, smiled weakly, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure.