It wasn't until she was home, under the scalding spray of her shower, that Yūgao. fully regained consciousness.
"What happened…?"
Her memories were .shattered., like a burned scroll.
"Naruto… the chakra… then… nothing."
She sank into the tub, the .icy. water contrasting with her burning skin.
."♫~".
Nearby, Genma whistled while cooking, a smile on his lips.
"Peace with Kumo… Finally"
He knocked on Yūgao's door, eager to share the news.
"Yūgao?"
No answer.
The house was plunged into darkness, eerily silent.
By the fifth knock, a light flickered in the bathroom.
The door opened to reveal a soaking wet Yūgao, her hair dripping, her cheeks unnaturally flushed.
"You're… more beautiful than ever."
He didn't notice her dilated pupils, or how her fingers clenched the doorframe.
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Dinner was a performance.
Yūgao laughed at Genma's jokes, sipped her tea, but beneath the table, her thighs clenched. convulsively.
Too hot.
Too full.
As if… something was growing inside her.
"Are you okay?"
"Just… tired."
She left as soon as the meal ended.
The night wrapped Konoha in stifling heat, the air thick with humidity and an almost palpable tension.
Yūgao Uzuki, freshly returned from an exhausting mission, pushed open the door to her small apartment, her body still buzzing with adrenaline and a deeper, more unsettling sensation.
Her ANBU attire—black jacket, tight pants, mask discarded—clung to her pale skin, drenched in sweat.
Her violet hair, unbound, cascaded in messy strands over her shoulders, and her chocolate-brown eyes, clouded with fatigue, burned with a heat she didn't quite understand. A dull, insistent pulse throbbed between her thighs, a fire no mission could explain.
What the hell is happening to me? she thought, her breath short, her cheeks flushing as she crossed her living room, her boots clicking on the floorboards.
She headed to the bathroom, her sanctuary, a small but clean space lit by a flickering lantern. The dark wooden walls absorbed the light, and a small window let in a stream of fresh air, scented with pine.
The bathtub, centerpiece of the room, promised relief. Yūgao, hands trembling, removed her ANBU jacket, letting it fall in a heap. Her black top, clinging to her round breasts, followed, revealing her hardened nipples, sensitive to the slightest breeze.
She unfastened her pants, wincing as the fabric slid over her thighs, brushing against her already throbbing intimacy.
This isn't normal… it's too much… she thought, her heart pounding, a wave of heat rising in her belly.
Naked, her pale skin glowing in the dim light, she turned on the faucet, cold water gushing into the tub with a gurgle. She sat on the edge, her fingers gripping the rim, her thoughts in chaos.
I need to calm down… it's just fatigue, right? But the pulse between her legs, that raw need, refused to subside.
She stepped into the water, shivering as the cold bit her skin, her nipples hardening further. She lay down, the water lapping around her hips, her violet hair floating like a halo.
This will cool me down… it has to work… she thought, closing her eyes, trying to focus on the cold.
But the water, far from soothing her, amplified everything. Every drop sliding over her skin felt like a caress, every movement in the tub sent waves of heat to her core.
Her thighs clenched instinctively, rubbing against each other, and she gasped softly, surprised by the intensity. Damn, it's worse…
Her cheeks burned, her breath becoming uneven. The cold water, instead of calming the fire, seemed to fuel it, her nerves raw, her body demanding a release she could no longer ignore.
She tried to breathe deeply, her hands gripping the edges of the tub, but the pulse was unbearable.
I can't… I can't just wait for it to pass… she thought, her mind swirling, torn between shame and desire.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, her right hand slid under the water, her fingers brushing her belly, descending toward her intimacy. She shuddered at the first touch, her lips parting, a muffled moan escaping.
Oh fuck… it's too much… Her fingers explored her wet folds, gliding with unsettling ease, the water amplifying every sensation.
Yūgao, eyes half-closed, surrendered. Her fingers traced slow circles around her clitoris, each press sending electric jolts through her body.
She arched slightly, the water splashing against her breasts, her nipples grazing the surface, adding another layer of pleasure.
Why does it feel so good? she thought, her mind foggy, her thoughts reduced to shards of raw desire.
She sped up, her fingers plunging deeper, exploring her insides, her hips jerking in the water. Her moans, initially soft, grew louder, echoing in the small bathroom.
Her left hand, as if driven by its own will, rose to her breasts, massaging one, her fingers pinching her nipple. The slight pain, mixed with pleasure, made her gasp, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. I shouldn't… but I need it… she thought, her cheeks burning, her body twisting in the water.
The image of a faceless lover, perhaps an echo of past missions, danced in her mind, fueling the fire. Her fingers moved faster, alternating between quick circles on her clitoris and deep penetrations, the water churning around her, splashing onto the floor.
Every movement was an explosion, her body on the brink of implosion. She bit her lip, trying to contain her cries, but a raspy moan escaped, her hips lifting, water spilling over the tub.
It's too much… I'm going to… she thought, her mind blanking, overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. Her fingers found a frantic rhythm, her clitoris throbbing under her touch, her breasts jiggling with each spasm. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her thighs clamping around her hand, a broken cry resonating in the room.
She collapsed against the tub, the water lapping softly, her breath ragged, her cheeks scarlet. Her fingers, still trembling, rested on her belly, the cold water barely cooling the residual heat.
… what the hell was that? she muttered, a mix of satisfaction and shame washing over her. Her body, drained but still quivering, seemed to crave more, a faint pulse lingering between her legs.
She closed her eyes, letting the water caress her skin, her thoughts drifting to fantasies she dared not name.