The humid Konoha air clung to Yakumo's thin pink robe as she scanned the bustling marketplace, her light brown eyes narrowed against the afternoon glare. "Where *is* that infuriating blonde?" she muttered under her breath, her knuckles whitening around the fabric of her sash. Vendors hawked dango and scrolls, children darted between stalls, but no flash of orange pants or ridiculous pigtails caught her eye. Frustration simmered low in her belly – finding Uzumaki Narumi shouldn't be this difficult when the girl practically radiated chaotic energy.
"Hey! Old Man Teuchi!" Yakumo called out, forcing a lightness into her voice as she approached the familiar ramen stand. "Seen a certain loud, ramen-obsessed whirlwind pass through here? Blonde? Annoyingly cheerful?"
Teuchi chuckled, wiping a bowl with practiced ease. "Just missed her, Yakumo-chan! Narumi inhaled three bowls of miso pork, chattered my ear off about some prank involving the Hokage Monument and buckets of paint, then bolted towards Training Ground Three muttering something about 'perfecting her sexy jutsu for Hinata's birthday surprise'." He winked conspiratorially. "Seemed extra energetic today."
A cold satisfaction prickled Yakumo's skin. *Training Ground Three. Perfect.* She offered Teuchi a brittle smile, the movement feeling alien on her usually solemn face. "Thanks. Saved me hours of searching." Turning sharply, her violet pants whispering against her legs, she focused on the path ahead. The memory of Kurenai's dismissive eyes, the cool finality in her voice as she sealed away Yakumo's power, surged hot and acidic. *Hurt her student. Hurt the one Hinata loves. Make Kurenai feel the helplessness she forced on me.* Narumi's obliviousness would be the perfect weapon.
The rhythmic *thwack* of kunai hitting wood echoed from the clearing before Yakumo even saw her. Narumi stood bathed in dappled sunlight, her back turned, the tight black fabric of her shirt straining slightly across her D-cup breasts as she drew her arm back for another throw. Sweat glistened on her tan neck. Yakumo paused, steeling herself, letting the faint scent of damp earth and Narumi's exertion fill her senses. *Now. Play the part.* She stepped forward, her sandals crunching softly on fallen leaves. "Practicing alone, Narumi-san? Seems like hard work for a future Hokage."
Narumi spun, her bright blue eyes wide with surprise, then crinkling into a beaming smile. "Yakumo-chan! Hey! Nah, just workin' on my aim! Gotta be pinpoint accurate, ya know? Can't have my sexy jutsu clones throwin' kunai all wobbly when I finally show Hinata-chan!" She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her breathing still slightly heavy. "What brings you out here? Need help with somethin'? You look kinda... serious." Narumi tilted her head, her expression open and utterly guileless, completely missing the calculated warmth Yakumo was trying to project. The subtle shift in Yakumo's posture, the slight parting of her soft lips as she took a step closer – it all washed over Narumi like water off a duck's back. Yakumo felt a flicker of irritation, quickly smothered. This would require more directness.
Yakumo moved closer, deliberately letting her pink robe part just slightly where the sash cinched her slim waist, offering a glimpse of the red mesh armor beneath against her pale skin. She lowered her voice, infusing it with a husky warmth she didn't feel. "Actually, Narumi-san, I was hoping to talk to *you*. Alone. I've been... watching you train sometimes. You have such incredible energy. It's... captivating." She let her light brown eyes linger on Narumi's flushed cheeks and full lips, her own pulse a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She reached out, her fingers brushing almost imperceptibly against Narumi's bare, toned forearm, the contact sending a jolt through Yakumo that was equal parts revulsion and necessity. "You make everything seem so... alive."
Narumi blinked, then let out a loud, cheerful laugh that echoed in the clearing. "Aw, shucks! Thanks, Yakumo-chan! That's nice of ya!" She patted Yakumo's shoulder companionably, her touch firm and utterly platonic, oblivious to the intimate intent behind Yakumo's gesture. "Yeah, gotta keep the energy up, believe it! Can't be Hokage slackin' off!" She grinned, utterly missing the subtext. "Hey, you wanna try throwin' some kunai? Bet you got killer aim with your genjutsu focus! Show me your stuff!" Narumi gestured enthusiastically towards the target stump, her focus already shifting away from Yakumo's attempted seduction like it was a mildly interesting cloud passing overhead.
A sharp spike of frustration, cold and metallic, pierced Yakumo's chest. *Captivating?* She might as well have complimented the weather. Narumi's cheerful density was a brick wall. Yakumo forced another smile, feeling the strain in her jaw muscles. She needed to escalate, to puncture that oblivious bubble. She leaned in conspiratorially, her braid brushing Narumi's shoulder, her breath warm near the blonde's ear. "Training can wait," she murmured, letting her gaze deliberately drift down Narumi's form-fitting shirt, tracing the generous swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips beneath the tight orange pants. "I was thinking of somewhere... quieter. More private. Just us. Maybe I could... show you something else entirely?" She let the suggestion hang, heavy with unspoken promise, her own body tensing in anticipation of *finally* provoking a reaction beyond cheerful ignorance.
Narumi blinked, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion for a moment. Then, a sudden, loud gasp escaped her lips. "Shoot! Private? Quiet? Oh man!" She slapped her forehead hard, eyes wide with sudden panic. "Hinata-chan! Her birthday surprise! The special scroll I hid near the academy gates! I was gonna decorate it with those glow-in-the-dark stickers!" She bounced on the balls of her feet, her large pigtails swinging wildly. "Old Man Teuchi totally distracted me with extra chashu! I gotta go, Yakumo-chan, like, right now!"
Before Yakumo could formulate a response – a sharper barb, a more desperate touch – Narumi surged forward. Her soft lips pressed unexpectedly against Yakumo's cheek, a fleeting, warm pressure that sent an electric jolt down Yakumo's spine. "Sorry, Yakumo-chan! Talk later, promise!" Narumi exclaimed, her voice muffled against Yakumo's skin. The full, generous swell of her D-cup breasts crushed unintentionally against Yakumo's upper arm through the thin fabric of her pink robe, a sudden, overwhelming heat and yielding softness that made Yakumo gasp. The scent of ramen broth and Narumi's unique, sun-warmed sweat filled Yakumo's nostrils for an instant.
Narumi pulled back, already pivoting on her sandaled feet. Yakumo stood frozen, the phantom imprint of lips burning on her cheek, the lingering pressure of breasts against her arm like a brand. Her own slim B-cups felt insubstantial, almost cold, in comparison. A fierce, unfamiliar heat flooded Yakumo's pale face, creeping up her neck – a blush born of shock, humiliation, and the sheer, unexpected physicality of it. Her light brown eyes widened, fixed on Narumi's retreating form.
"Don't forget!" Narumi yelled over her shoulder, her long blonde pigtails streaming behind her like golden banners as she sprinted towards the village gates. She didn't look back, utterly oblivious to the havoc she'd left in her wake. Her tight orange pants showcased the flex of her long, shapely legs and the subtle sway of her curvy hips and ass with each powerful stride.
Yakumo remained rooted, trembling slightly. The humid air suddenly felt thick, suffocating. The scent of Narumi – ramen, exertion, something uniquely *her* – still clung to Yakumo's robe and skin where Narumi had pressed close. The carefully constructed persona of the seductress lay shattered. All she felt was the phantom kiss searing her cheek, the ghostly weight against her arm, and the furious, crimson heat staining her own face – a confusing whirlwind of sensation where cold vengeance should have been. The kunai target stood forgotten, a silent witness to her utter defeat.
(Some time later. )
The late afternoon sun painted Konoha's streets in long, lazy shadows as Fū bounced along the dusty path near Training Ground Seven, her mint green hair catching the golden light. Spotting a familiar flash of orange ahead, her orange eyes widened with delight. "NARUMI-CHAN!" she yelled, practically vibrating with excitement as she sprinted forward, her short apron skirt fluttering around her fishnet-covered thighs. "HEY! WAIT UP!"
Narumi, trudging back towards Ichiraku with a slightly deflated air after her sticker-scroll fiasco, spun around. Her tired blue eyes immediately lit up. "Fū! Hey! What's shakin', believe it?" She grinned, her whiskered cheeks dimpling. "Didja finally beat that sandworm thing?"
"Nah, it burrowed deeper!" Fū chirped, skidding to a stop inches from Narumi, her breath catching slightly at the proximity. She tilted her head back to look Narumi in the eye, her own cheeks flushing faintly beneath her tan. "But, wow, your stamina must be crazy! Training Ground Three to the Academy gates and back?" She playfully nudged Narumi's arm with her elbow, her fingers lingering just a fraction longer than necessary against the firm muscle beneath Narumi's tight black sleeve. "You're like... a super-speedy ramen-seeking missile!"
Narumi chuckled, puffing her chest out proudly. "Course I am! Gotta stay fast and strong! Especially..." She leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a loud whisper that carried easily down the street. "For Hinata-chan! Gotta be impressive, ya know?" Her gaze drifted past Fū, clearly already picturing Hinata's shy smile.
Fū's cheerful grin faltered for just a heartbeat. The warmth of Narumi's arm beneath her fingertips suddenly felt distant. She scrambled to redirect the conversation, stepping closer so the scent of Narumi – sunshine, ramen broth, and faint sweat – filled her senses. "Oh, totally! Hinata's lucky!" Her voice hitched slightly, sounding unnaturally high. She gestured wildly towards the Hokage Monument looming above. "Hey! Speaking of impressive! Did you see the sunset light hitting Lord Third's stone face? It looked... uh... super intense! Kinda like..." She floundered, desperate, "...like your eyes? All bright and fiery?" She gazed up at Narumi, hoping her own orange eyes conveyed the admiration she felt.
Narumi blinked, following Fū's frantic gesture towards the Monument. "Huh?" She squinted at the distant stone face, utterly baffled. "Lord Third? Fiery eyes? Nah, Fū, looks kinda gloomy right now." She shrugged, completely missing the clumsy compliment. "Anyway! Gotta jet! Teuchi promised he'd save me the last bowl of extra-spicy miso!" She flashed Fū a brilliant, oblivious smile. "Catch ya later, believe it!" Before Fū could muster another word, Narumi was already sprinting towards Ichiraku, her curvy hips swaying powerfully beneath the tight orange fabric of her pants, leaving Fū standing alone in the settling dust, her hopeful expression crumbling into crestfallen silence. The fleeting warmth on Fū's fingers faded into emptiness.
Suddenly, Narumi skidded to a halt nearly twenty paces away. She spun around, blonde pigtails whipping wildly. "OH! WAIT!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the nearby buildings. "I forgot something SUPER important!" Before Fū could even process this, Narumi was charging back towards her, a whirlwind of orange and black.
"Fū!" Narumi gasped, stopping inches from her. She threw her arms wide. "Group hug attack!" Before Fū could react, Narumi enveloped her in a tight, impulsive embrace. The sheer force crushed Fū's small frame against Narumi's lush curves. Soft, warm lips pressed firmly against Fū's cheekbone, sending a jolt of pure electricity through Fū's entire nervous system. The overwhelming sensation intensified as Narumi's full, heavy D-cup breasts pressed unintentionally against Fū's own much smaller B-cups. The yielding softness, the heat radiating through their thin shirts, the sheer *presence* of Narumi's voluptuous form against her own slighter build – it was an instant, dizzying overload. Fū gasped, her mint green hair tickling Narumi's neck, her tan skin flushing crimson from collarbone to hairline. The scent of Narumi – ramen, sunshine, and something uniquely warm and feminine – flooded Fū's senses, making her head spin.
"Okay!" Narumi chirped brightly, oblivious to Fū's paralysis. She released her just as abruptly, bouncing back a step. Her blue eyes sparkled with cheerful enthusiasm. "Thanks for bein' awesome, Fū! Best buds!" She flashed another megawatt grin. "Now, seriously, RAMEN!" With that, she pivoted sharply on her heel, her powerful legs propelling her away again. Her curvy backside swayed noticeably beneath the tight orange pants, each stride lengthening the distance between them. Fū stood frozen, rooted to the spot, her breath shallow. The phantom warmth lingered everywhere Narumi had touched – her cheek burning, her chest tingling where the soft, heavy pressure had been. Her small breasts felt acutely sensitive, almost humming against the fabric of her shirt. The scent of Narumi clung stubbornly to her skin and clothes.
The street sounds faded into a dull roar as Fū lifted trembling fingers to her flaming cheek. She stared at Narumi's retreating form, now a distant blur of orange turning a corner. A confusing cocktail of elation and sharp longing tightened her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her small fists clenched unconsciously at her sides, knuckles white against her tan skin. Across the street, unseen by Fū, Yakumo Kurama stepped silently from the shadow of a vendor's awning. Her light brown eyes, narrowed and calculating, tracked Narumi's path towards Ichiraku. A slow, cold smile touched Yakumo's soft lips as she observed Fū's stunned, flushed immobility. Yakumo's own slim fingers brushed absently against the spot on her arm where Narumi's breasts had pressed earlier. Her gaze shifted back to Fū, a predatory gleam sharpening in her eyes. *Interesting.*
(The next day)
Yakumo found Narumi sprawled under the Hokage Monument's shadow, scarfing down dango with sticky abandon. "You're always eating," Yakumo remarked, sinking gracefully beside her, letting her pink robe pool around her slim hips. Her voice dipped low, intimate. "I imagine Hinata-chan prefers... different kinds of sweetness." She leaned close, her braid brushing Narumi's shoulder, breath ghosting over the blonde's ear. "Perhaps you'd like to taste mine?"
Narumi blinked, a glob of red bean paste clinging to her lip. "Huh?" She swallowed loudly. "Yakumo-chan, you offering me *your* dango?" She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, utterly missing the husky implication. "Nah, I'm good! Hinata's birthday cake is gonna be way sweeter! I'm savin' room!" She grinned, licking her fingers. "Thanks though!"
Frustration tightened Yakumo's throat like a wire. *Hopeless.* She shifted tactics, fingers tracing idle patterns on the sun-warmed stone between them. "Such focus on Hinata," she murmured, her gaze deliberately lingering on Narumi's full lips. "Doesn't it get... lonely? Training alone? Dreaming alone?" Her hand drifted, feather-light, towards Narumi's knee. "I could keep you company. Properly."
Narumi scratched her whiskered cheek, pondering. "Lonely? Nah! Got loads of company! Kakashi-sensei's grumpy lectures, Sakura-chan's scary punches, Fū's super-fast hugs..." She beamed, utterly oblivious to Yakumo's proximity. "And Hinata-chan's smile! Best company ever!" She popped the last dango ball into her mouth, chewing enthusiastically. "Why? You lonely, Yakumo-chan? Want me to introduce you to Gamakichi? He's great at listenin'!"
A sharp breath hissed between Yakumo's teeth. *Frogs?* Before she could retort, Narumi surged upward, stretching her arms high. The movement pulled her tight black shirt taut against her generous curves, the swell of her breasts unmistakable. Sunlight caught the faint sheen of sweat on her tan neck. "Welp! Time to hunt down those glow-stickers!" she declared. Then, with startling swiftness, she leaned down. Her soft, sticky lips pressed firmly against Yakumo's cheek—a warm, lingering smack infused with the sweet scent of red bean paste. Yakumo froze, the phantom pressure igniting a trail of fire across her skin.
"See ya later!" Narumi chirped, already bounding away. Her curvy hips swayed rhythmically beneath the orange pants, each step widening the gap. Yakumo remained motionless, the sticky kiss-mark cooling on her cheek. The planned venom dissolved. Instead, a fierce, confusing warmth bloomed low in her belly—not triumph, but a startling, unwanted *yearning*. Her gaze fixed on Narumi's retreating form, a single traitorous thought piercing the haze of revenge: *What does her skin taste like, without the dango?*
(Some time later.)
Fū bounced on the balls of her sandaled feet outside Narumi's apartment building, nervously adjusting the mint-green strands framing her flushed face. "Narumi-chan! Hey! Wanna go watch the sunset from Konoha Bridge?" she called out the moment the blonde emerged, her voice pitched slightly too high. "They say... uh... the way the light hits the water makes everything look super romantic!" She winced internally at her own clumsiness, fiddling with her armlet.
Narumi blinked, stretching languidly. Her tight black shirt rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth, tan stomach above her orange pants. "Romantic? Eh, sunsets are okay," she mumbled through a yawn. "But bridges make me think of training! Remember when I tried to water-walk backwards? Splash city!" She laughed, punching Fū playfully on the shoulder – a solid, friendly thump that sent a jolt straight to Fū's core.
Fū's orange eyes widened as Narumi leaned in conspiratorially, her breath warm against Fū's ear. "Besides, gotta finish painting Hinata's birthday scroll! It's gotta be perfect, ya know?" Fū's hopeful smile faltered. Before disappointment could fully settle, Narumi's expression brightened. "Oh! But thanks for thinkin' of me! You're the best!"
In a sudden, fluid motion, Narumi swept Fū into another crushing embrace. The impact forced Fū's slim frame flush against Narumi's lush curves – the soft, heavy weight of Narumi's D-cup breasts pressing intimately against Fū's smaller B-cups, igniting a fierce blush across Fū's collarbone. Narumi's soft lips landed firmly on Fū's cheekbone, sticky-sweet from a stolen dango earlier. The kiss lingered a heartbeat too long, flooding Fū with the heady scents of Narumi's sweat, ramen broth, and faint citrus shampoo. Then, just as abruptly, Narumi released her. "Okay! Scroll time!" she chirped, already halfway down the street. Her curvy hips swayed powerfully beneath the orange fabric, each stride widening the gap as Fū stood trembling, fingertips brushing the phantom warmth on her cheek.
((A little bit later.)
The cooling twilight air prickled Yakumo's skin beneath her pink robe as she stalked through the quieter streets near the Academy gardens, the rhythmic scrape of her sandals echoing her simmering frustration. *Narumi… oblivious, infuriating, intoxicating.* The phantom pressure of Narumi's breasts against her arm during that impulsive hug, the lingering sweetness of the dango-stained kiss – sensations that should fuel her revenge now twisted into confusing knots of desire. *Hinata doesn't deserve that warmth. That… power.* Her fingers clenched, knuckles white against the violet fabric of her pants. *Revenge requires leverage. A weakness.* Her gaze sharpened, scanning the dimming paths. *Fu. The Taki jinchūriki… so painfully obvious.*
There, slumped on a worn wooden bench beneath a drooping willow, was Fu. Her mint-green head was bowed, chin resting on her knees pulled tight to her chest. The cheerful bounce was gone, replaced by a stillness that radiated dejection. Yakumo's lips curved into a cold, satisfied smile. *Perfect.*
Silent as a shadow, Yakumo glided over and sank onto the bench beside Fu, leaving a deliberate space between them. The worn wood creaked softly. Fu startled, lifting her head. Tear tracks glistened faintly on her tan cheeks in the fading light, her orange eyes wide and vulnerable.
"Fu-san," Yakumo murmured, her voice low and smooth as silk, devoid of its usual brittle edge. She kept her gaze fixed forward, feigning casual observation of the fireflies beginning to wink in the bushes. "You seem… troubled. Unusually still."
Fu sniffed, hastily wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. "Huh? Nah! Just… thinking. Konoha sunsets are kinda boring after a while, ya know?" Her attempt at nonchalance was brittle, her voice catching.
"Thinking," Yakumo echoed softly, turning her head just slightly towards Fu. Her light brown eyes held a calculated empathy. "About someone who doesn't seem to notice how brightly *you* shine?" She let the question hang, heavy with implication.
Fu stiffened, her fingers digging into the fabric of her shorts. "W-what? No! I mean… Narumi-chan's just… busy. With Hinata's birthday stuff. She's super focused." The name cracked in her throat.
"Focus can be blindness," Yakumo countered gently, shifting infinitesimally closer on the bench. The scent of Fu's mint shampoo mingled with the damp earth. "Especially when admiration burns so clearly." She paused, letting Fu absorb the bluntness. "You care for Narumi Uzumaki." It wasn't a question.
Fu flinched as if struck. Her breath hitched, a small, wounded sound escaping her lips. She stared at Yakumo, defenses crumbling under the directness. "I… She's…" Her voice dropped to a raw whisper, thick with unshed tears. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. Like… *really* do. But she…" Fu gestured helplessly towards the distant glow of Ichiraku. "She only sees Hinata."
Yakumo nodded slowly, a predator sensing weakness. "She sees Hinata," she agreed, her tone laced with a shared, bitter understanding. "And Hinata sees her. A closed circle." She turned fully to Fu now, her gaze locking onto the jinchūriki's tear-filled eyes. "I understand your pain, Fu-san. More than you know." She leaned in slightly, her braid falling over her shoulder. "Because Narumi-san… she occupies my thoughts too."
Fu's eyes widened impossibly further, shock momentarily eclipsing her misery. "Y-you? Yakumo-chan? But… you hate everyone!"
A flicker of irritation crossed Yakumo's face, quickly smoothed into wry resignation. "Hatred and desire aren't mutually exclusive," she murmured, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "Especially for someone as… vital as Narumi." She let the shared longing hang thickly between them for a moment. "Which is why Hinata Hyuga poses such a threat to *both* of us." Yakumo's gaze hardened, sharpening like obsidian. "She will monopolize Narumi's affection completely if we do nothing. We'll be left with nothing but… echoes." She gestured towards Fu's tear-streaked face. "Like this."
Fu swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. The shared confession, the stark warning, was a lifeline thrown to her drowning heart. "Hinata..." she breathed, the name tasting like ash. "She's so... gentle. Kind. Narumi looks at her like she hung the moon." Her fingers twisted in the hem of her short apron skirt. "What can we even do?"
Yakumo's smile was razor-thin, triumphant. She closed the remaining distance on the bench, her thigh pressing lightly against Fu's trembling leg through the thin fabric of their clothes. The contact sent a jolt through Fu, a mix of startled awareness and desperate hope. "We don't fight her," Yakumo murmured, her voice a silken whisper that carried the weight of conspiracy. "We *share*." She leaned in, her braid brushing Fu's shoulder, her light brown eyes locking onto Fu's wide orange ones. "Narumi's energy... it's vast, Fu-san. More than enough for both of us. Imagine it. Her laughter filling your ears, her warmth pressed against you... shared." She let the image sink in, a deliberate, sensual promise. "Together, we become irresistible. Hinata's quiet devotion can't compete with *that*."
Fu shivered, Yakumo's words painting a dizzying, forbidden picture in her mind – Narumi's arms around *both* of them, her bright smile directed at *them*. The phantom sensation of Narumi's heavy breasts pressing against her own small ones during their last hug surged back, intensified by Yakumo's proximity and the dark promise. "Share...?" Fu echoed, her voice trembling with a confusing cocktail of yearning and apprehension. Her gaze flickered over Yakumo's coolly confident face, searching for deceit. "But... she doesn't see us... not like that..."
"Not yet," Yakumo countered smoothly, her hand resting lightly, possessively, on Fu's knee. The warmth of her palm seeped through Fu's fishnet shorts. "But she *will*. If we present a united front." Her gaze hardened, turning flinty. "Refuse me, Fu-san... and you doom us both. Hinata wins. Narumi becomes hers completely. You'll spend your nights alone, aching, remembering the taste of her kiss... forever out of reach." She paused, letting the chilling finality settle. "Is that what you want? Or will you seize this chance... *with me*?"
Fu stared, trapped between Yakumo's cold certainty and the raw, desperate ache in her own chest. The scent of Narumi – sweat, ramen, citrus – seemed to linger mockingly in the cooling air. Yakumo's thigh pressed harder against hers, a tangible anchor in the swirling storm of possibility and threat. Fu's breath hitched. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her gaze, meeting Yakumo's predatory stare. A flicker of terrified resolve sparked in her orange eyes.
(Inside of Narumi's apartment.)
The single bare bulb flickered above Narumi as she shuffled towards her futon, kicking aside discarded orange pants. "Ugh, Hinata-chan's scroll gotta dry overnight… hope she likes the glitter frogs," she mumbled, peeling off her sweat-sticky black shirt. The cramped room smelled faintly of ramen broth and wet paint. Suddenly, the air shimmered violently—like heat haze off desert sand—and the peeling wallpaper dissolved. Cold marble replaced worn tatami beneath her bare feet. Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, casting long shadows down a hallway lined with oil portraits of stern-faced strangers. Narumi froze mid-yawn, arms still tangled in her shirt. "What the—?"
A sharp, echoing *knock* shattered the impossible silence. Instinctively, Narumi tugged her shirt back down, covering her bare torso and D-cup breasts, but leaving her long legs exposed in orange panties. Heart hammering against her ribs, she yanked open the heavy oak door—and her jaw dropped.
Yakumo stood framed in the doorway, transformed. Gone was the modest pink robe. Instead, a sleek black dress hugged every slim curve—strapless, plunging dangerously low, revealing the pale swell of her small breasts above the shimmering fabric. One side of her brown hair cascaded loose, the other intricately braided. Beside her, Fu practically glowed in a fiery red dress—sleeveless, scandalously short, showcasing her toned legs and clinging tightly to her own petite frame. Mint-green hair framed Fu's flushed face.
Before Narumi could stammer a word, Fu surged forward. Her small hands seized Narumi's shoulders, pulling her close. Fu's lips—soft and insistent—crushed against Narumi's mouth. The kiss was passionate, demanding, tasting faintly of cherries and desperation. Narumi gasped against Fu's lips, overwhelmed by the sudden heat, the press of Fu's smaller B-cup breasts against her own, the dizzying scent of Yakumo's jasmine perfume mingling with Fu's mint shampoo.
Yakumo's cool fingers brushed Narumi's jawline, tracing the line where Fu's kiss ended. Her light brown eyes held predatory amusement. "Surprise," Yakumo murmured, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down Narumi's spine. "Miss us?"
Fu broke the kiss, breathless, her orange eyes wide and gleaming. "We... we couldn't wait, Narumi-chan!" she blurted, fingers tightening possessively on Narumi's shoulders. "We had to tell you! We love you!"
Yakumo's lips curved into a dangerous smile as she stepped forward, her sleek black dress whispering against Narumi's bare thigh. "Fu speaks clumsily," she breathed, her gaze locked onto Narumi's startled blue eyes. "But her heart speaks true." Her hand slid from Narumi's jaw to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in blonde hair. "We *both* burn for you, Narumi Uzumaki." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Your laughter echoes in our dreams. Your strength ignites us." She leaned impossibly closer, the swell of her breasts pressing against Narumi's arm through the thin fabric. "Be ours."
Fu surged forward again, pressing her forehead against Narumi's temple. "Please!" she gasped, her voice thick with yearning. "Let us love you! Both of us! Hinata doesn't—"
Yakumo's mouth silenced Fu's outburst—but not with words. Her lips crashed against Narumi's with fierce, claiming hunger. The kiss was deep, demanding, tasting of dark jasmine and something primal. Narumi gasped into it, her senses overwhelmed—the cool silk of Yakumo's dress against her skin, the sharp scent of perfume mixed with Fu's desperate, minty breath nearby, the insistent heat of Yakumo's tongue tracing her own. Fu's hands slid down Narumi's back, pulling her tighter against Yakumo's onslaught. "We want you," Yakumo breathed against Narumi's swollen lips, her eyes blazing with possessive fire. "Entirely."
Fu giggled, high and unhinged, her fingers digging into Narumi's hips. "C'mon, Narumi-chan! Your bedroom!" Together, they propelled Narumi backward through the impossible mansion. Fu's bare shoulder pressed hotly against Narumi's back, Yakumo's hand firm on her wrist. Narumi stumbled, her bare feet slipping on cold marble. They shoved her through an arched doorway—into a cavernous bedroom dominated by an enormous silk-draped bed. Yakumo kicked the door shut with a sharp *thud*.
Yakumo released Narumi's wrist, stepping back with unnerving calm. Her fingers trailed possessively down Fu's trembling arm. "The grandeur? The dresses?" She gestured dismissively at Fu's clinging red silk and her own sleek black gown. "My genjutsu. A canvas worthy of... *this*." Her gaze raked over Narumi's stunned face and heaving chest. "Your pathetic apartment was unfit."
Fu bounced eagerly beside her, the red fabric straining over her small breasts. "Yakumo-chan's illusions are amazing! Like… realer than real!" She giggled again, her orange eyes fixed on Narumi's lips. "Nowhere to hide here, Narumi-chan. Just us."
Yakumo's smirk was glacial. "Exactly." She took Fu's chin, tilting her face up. "Tell her, Fu. Tell her how desperately we need her." Fu whimpered, nodding frantically, her eyes pleading as Yakumo's thumb traced her lower lip. "Every touch..." Yakumo murmured, her gaze locking back onto Narumi's, "...every sigh... belongs to us tonight." Her other hand reached out, fingertips brushing the bare skin above Narumi's waistband. "Resistance is pointless."
Fu trembled, stepping forward until her chest pressed against Narumi's arm. "Please Narumi-chan!" She arched her back subtly, making her small breasts strain against the tight red silk. "Look at us!" Her voice cracked with raw need. "We're yours—both of us—just *take* us!" She struck a pose—one hip cocked, fingers trailing down her own thigh—eyes wide and desperate.
Yakumo mirrored her, fluidly shifting into a predatory stance—one leg extended, spine curved so the plunge of her black dress revealed shadowed cleavage. Her braid swung forward. "Claim your prize, Narumi Uzumaki," she purred, low and commanding. Her fingertips ghosted over Narumi's collarbone. "Will you make us *beg*? Or will you finally seize what's yours?"
Narumi gasped as Fu suddenly seized her hand, pressing it flat against Yakumo's stomach—the silk impossibly smooth, the muscles beneath taut and trembling. Yakumo's breath hitched sharply. "Feel her," Fu whispered fiercely against Narumi's ear, her own hand guiding Narumi's fingers upwards toward the swell of Yakumo's breast. "She burns for you—*we* burn—just say yes!"
Yakumo arched into the tentative touch, a low moan escaping her lips as Narumi's knuckles brushed the lace edge of her bodice. "Don't think," Yakumo commanded, her voice thick with need. She caught Narumi's chin, forcing eye contact. "Feel. *Want*. We offer everything—her fire," she nodded toward Fu, who trembled visibly, "and my darkness." Her thumb traced Narumi's lower lip. "Together… we shatter worlds for you."
Narumi's gaze swept slowly over Yakumo's sculpted intensity—the feverish gleam in her light brown eyes, the defiant tilt of her chin—then shifted to Fu's desperate, open yearning—her flushed cheeks, the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat. The mansion's cold grandeur faded, leaving only their raw hunger hanging thick in the air. A slow, reckless grin spread across Narumi's face, sharp and dazzling. "Alright," she breathed, the word crackling with sudden energy. "Believe it!"
Yakumo's triumphant cry tangled with Fu's gasp of ecstasy as Narumi surged forward. One arm hooked Yakumo's waist, pulling her flush against Narumi's body—D-cup breasts crushed against Yakumo's smaller ones, silk rasping against cotton shirt. Her other hand tangled roughly in Fu's mint-green hair, dragging her close. "No more talkin'!" Narumi growled against Yakumo's neck before claiming Fu's mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss.
Fu moaned into Narumi's lips, her fingers scrambling frantically against Narumi's back. "N-Narumi-chan!" she gasped, pulling back just enough for a wet *pop* sound to echo sharply in the marble room. "Clothes!" Fu demanded, breathless and wild-eyed. "Off!" Her small, strong hands fisted the hem of Narumi's black shirt, yanking it upward with a single, forceful motion. The fabric scraped over Narumi's arms and head, vanishing into the illusionary air. Narumi's bare skin prickled in the sudden coolness, her D-cup breasts bouncing freely beneath the simple orange bra, the motion jolting Yakumo where their bodies pressed tight.
Yakumo's eyes widened, dark and hungry, fixed on the swell of flesh beneath orange fabric. "Finally," she breathed, her voice thick. Her cool fingers traced the damp skin above Narumi's waistband, then slid possessively upwards over her ribs, feeling the rapid flutter of Narumi's heartbeat beneath her palm. "Fu was right… nowhere to hide." Her thumb brushed the underside of Narumi's breast through the bra, making Narumi gasp.
Fu giggled, high-pitched and giddy. "Told ya!" She pressed urgent kisses along Narumi's bare shoulder, her own hands sliding around Narumi's back to fumble with the clasp of the orange bra. "Let me see!" Fu murmured against hot skin, her breath hitching. "All of you…"
Narumi gasped as Yakumo's cool fingers hooked into the waistband of her orange panties, sliding them down her hips in one smooth motion. The air kissed Narumi's bare thighs and the dark curls below. Yakumo pressed a possessive hand flat against Narumi's belly, holding her still as Fu finally unsnapped the bra. The straps slipped off Narumi's shoulders, letting her heavy breasts fall free, the nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. Yakumo's gaze drank in the sight, a hungry sound escaping her lips as Fu whimpered, pressing her face against Narumi's neck.
"Perfect," Yakumo breathed, her voice thick. Her fingers trailed lower, brushing through coarse blonde curls, making Narumi jerk. "Fu," Yakumo commanded sharply. "Hold her."
Fu obeyed instantly, wrapping both arms around Narumi's waist from behind, pressing her own small breasts against Narumi's bare back. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "Don't move," Fu whispered, nipping Narumi's earlobe. "Let Yakumo-chan touch…"
Yakumo knelt, her sleek black dress pooling on the marble. Her hands slid up Narumi's trembling thighs. "So warm," she murmured, her breath ghosting over damp skin. She leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just below Narumi's navel. Narumi cried out, arching against Fu's restraining arms. Yakumo looked up, her light brown eyes blazing. "Every inch belongs to us tonight."
"Y-yes! Please, Yakumo-chan!" Narumi gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily.
Yakumo's tongue, hot and insistent, traced the outer folds with agonizing slowness. "Tell me you want this," she demanded, her voice a low thrum vibrating against Narumi's skin. "Tell me you ache for my tongue inside you."
"I—I ache!" Narumi choked out, her fingers scrabbling uselessly against Fu's arms. "So much… Yakumo!"
Yakumo's answering hum sent shivers through Narumi's core. "Good girl." Then she plunged, her tongue spearing deep into Narumi's pussy with a wet, possessive thrust. Narumi screamed, her back bowing as Yakumo began a relentless rhythm—deep, penetrating strokes that curled perfectly against her inner walls, each flick igniting fresh sparks.
"Too slow!" Fu suddenly hissed, her orange eyes wild. She released Narumi's waist and dropped to her knees behind Narumi. Her small hands gripped Narumi's hips, yanking her back firmly. "My turn!" Before Yakumo could react, Fu's face pressed against Narumi's ass, her tongue a hot, blunt pressure circling the tight pucker. "So tense, Narumi-chan," Fu breathed, nipping the sensitive skin. "Let me in!"
Yakumo paused, lifting her head, her chin slick. "Impatient little beast," she purred, her eyes gleaming with dark approval. She watched as Fu's tongue pressed insistently, then breached Narumi's asshole with a single, slick push. Narumi shrieked, a ragged sound torn from her throat as both sensations—Yakumo's deep, rhythmic fucking inside her pussy and Fu's insistent, probing tongue in her ass—collided. The dual invasion was overwhelming, a dizzying counterpoint of wet heat and tight pressure that left her gasping, suspended between them.
"F-Fu! Oh god! *Deeper*!" Narumi choked out, her fingers clawing at Yakumo's braided hair, holding her close against her pussy. Her hips bucked wildly, fucking Yakumo's face, desperate for more friction, more of that curling tongue hitting her sweet spot again and again. Yakumo groaned into Narumi's folds, the vibration intensifying everything. "Taste her," Yakumo commanded thickly against Narumi's clit. "Fu! Taste *all* of her!"
Fu whimpered, pulling back slightly, her lips glistening. "She tastes… perfect," she gasped before diving back in, her tongue plunging deeper into Narumi's ass, then retreating to flick rapidly at the tight rim. "Harder, Yakumo-chan! Make her scream!"
Narumi's back arched violently. "Yes! YES! Don't stop! Fu—your tongue—oh fuck!" The words dissolved into incoherent cries as Yakumo doubled her efforts, her tongue pistoning relentlessly deep inside Narumi's pussy, mimicking the thrusts Narumi craved. Fu's tongue matched the rhythm, fucking Narumi's asshole with frantic, wet precision. The combined assault was unbearable—Yakumo's skilled tongue stroking her G-spot with every deep plunge while Fu's relentless pressure stretched and filled her from behind. Narumi's thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"I'm—I'm gonna—" Narumi babbled, her knuckles white in Yakumo's hair. Yakumo sucked hard on Narumi's clit, her tongue still plunging deep, muffling her own groan of triumph. Fu cried out, "Cum! Cum for us!" Her tongue stabbed deep one final time. The orgasm ripped through Narumi—violent, convulsive. A gush of clear, slick fluid flooded Yakumo's mouth, spilling over her chin as Narumi screamed Yakumo's name, her body rigid, hips grinding against Yakumo's face. Yakumo drank it greedily, swallowing Narumi's release as Fu whimpered against Narumi's trembling ass, her tongue lapping gently now.
Narumi slumped forward, gasping, sweat dripping onto Yakumo's sleek brown hair. Yakumo slowly pulled back, wiping her slick chin with the back of her hand, her eyes darkly satisfied. Fu scrambled up, pressing frantic kisses to Narumi's bare shoulder. "So powerful, Narumi-chan!" she breathed, her voice trembling. "Just like we knew!"
A slow, feral grin spread across Narumi's flushed face. "Heh… believe it!" Her hands flashed through a familiar seal. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" With a puff of smoke, an identical, naked Narumi appeared beside her—tan skin gleaming, blonde pigtails bouncing, blue eyes burning with shared intent.
"Took you long enough!" the clone chuckled, already lunging for Yakumo. Yakumo's eyes widened—not in fear, but predatory anticipation. "Finally showing some initiative?" she purred, arching her back as the clone's strong hands seized the thin straps of her black gown.
"Less talkin', more strippin'!" the original Narumi declared. She spun towards Fu, who let out a startled giggle. "Hey! Hey!" Fu yelped playfully as Narumi's hands grabbed the straps of her red silk slip. "Easy, Narumi-chan!"
The clone ignored Yakumo's smirk. Her fingers hooked under Yakumo's straps and *yanked* downwards. The sleek black silk pooled instantly around Yakumo's ankles, leaving her utterly bare—pale skin, big B-cup breasts tipped with hard pink nipples, the dark triangle between her slim legs glistening faintly in the illusory light. Yakumo stood tall, defiantly naked, her light brown eyes locked on Narumi's clone. "Satisfied?" she breathed.
"Nope!" the clone grinned. "Just gettin' started!" She seized Yakumo's hips, pulling her flush against her own naked body—tan skin against pale, firm muscle yielding slightly against Yakumo's softer curves. "Your turn," Narumi growled possessively, lowering her head to capture Yakumo's mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.
Meanwhile, the original Narumi tore Fu's flimsy red slip clean off her shoulders. It fluttered to the marble. Fu stood revealed—small B-cup breasts bouncing with her gasp, mint-green hair tousled, her slim body trembling with excitement. "N-Narumi-chan!" she squealed, her orange eyes wide.
"Much better," Narumi murmured, her gaze sweeping over Fu's exposed skin. She cupped Fu's small breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples. Fu arched into the touch with a needy whimper. "You feel amazing," Fu gasped, her hands flying up to tangle in Narumi's blonde pigtails. "Don't stop!"
Across the room, Narumi's clone broke the kiss with Yakumo, breathing hard. "Bed's too crowded," she declared, grabbing Yakumo's wrist. "You—chair. Now." Yakumo offered no resistance, letting herself be pulled towards a plush velvet armchair near the fireplace. "So forceful," she purred, sinking into the cushions. The clone climbed onto her lap, thighs straddling Yakumo's hips, pressing their naked bodies together—Narumi's D-cup breasts flattening against Yakumo's B-cups. "Less purrin', more moanin'," the clone growled, capturing Yakumo's lips again.
The original Narumi grinned down at Fu, who was trembling beneath her on the silken sheets. "Ready?" Narumi asked, her voice husky. Fu nodded frantically. "Always for you!" Narumi hooked her hands under Fu's knees, spreading her legs wide. "Hold 'em," she commanded. Fu instantly gripped her own thighs, pulling them back, exposing herself completely—the glistening pink folds, the tight clit already swollen. Narumi's gaze darkened. "Perfect." She lowered her head, tongue dragging a hot, wet stripe up Fu's slit with a groan. "Salty… sweet… *mine*."
Fu cried out, hips jerking off the bed. "Narumi! *There!*" Her fingers clenched in the sheets. Narumi answered with a relentless rhythm—broad, flat strokes over Fu's clit followed by deep, plunging thrusts inside her tight channel. Yakumo watched, enthralled, her own breath catching as Narumi's clone ground against her lap, the friction drawing a low moan from Yakumo's throat. The clone pulled back, smirking. "Liked that?" She slid a hand between their bodies, fingers finding Yakumo's slick entrance. "Let's hear it louder." Two fingers pushed inside, curling instantly. Yakumo gasped, arching against the cushions, her nails digging into the clone's tan shoulders.
"Yesss! Fuck me!" Yakumo hissed, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. Her eyes locked on the original Narumi feasting between Fu's thighs. "Harder! Make her scream!"
Narumi grinned against Fu's wet heat. "Heard that?" she mumbled, then sucked Fu's clit hard between her lips. Fu shrieked, her thighs trembling. Narumi slid her hands beneath Fu's ass, lifting her higher. "Grind on my face," she commanded. Fu whimpered, her hips moving in frantic circles against Narumi's mouth. "Good girl," Narumi praised, her voice thick. She shifted, moving higher up Fu's body. Her wet pussy pressed flush against Fu's own swollen folds. "Feel me?" Narumi growled, her hips beginning a slow, deliberate grind. Fu cried out as their clits slid together, slick heat against slick heat. "Oh god! *Yes!*"
Across the room, Narumi's clone moaned Yakumo's name, her fingers pumping faster. "So fucking wet," she breathed, her thumb rubbing tight circles on Yakumo's clit. Yakumo's head fell back, a shuddering gasp escaping her. The clone leaned down, biting Yakumo's neck. "Come for me." Yakumo's hips bucked wildly, her inner walls clamping down. "Narumi! I'm—" The clone slammed her fingers deep just as Yakumo convulsed, a raw cry tearing free. The clone swallowed Yakumo's moans in a fierce kiss, her own hips grinding harder against Yakumo's thigh, seeking friction. "Mine," she breathed against Yakumo's lips.
On the bed, Fu whimpered, her legs tightening around Narumi's waist like vines. "Narumi-chan! Faster!" she gasped, grinding her pussy frantically against Narumi's wet heat. "Rub harder! Please!"
Narumi growled, locking her arms tighter around Fu's slim hips. "Like this?" She drove her pelvis down in sharp, demanding thrusts, her clit dragging hard against Fu's swollen nub with each movement. Their slick folds slapped together obscenely.
Fu threw her head back. "YES! Oh god, YES!" Her green eyes rolled back. "Don't stop! Gonna—!"
"Together!" Narumi gasped, her own hips stuttering. "Cum with me!" She slammed down harder, grinding her clit against Fu's with bruising intensity. Their slick pussies fused, hot and desperate. Fu's fingers clawed at Narumi's shoulders. "Narumi! *Now!*" A ragged cry tore from Fu's throat as her body arched violently off the sheets. Clear fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking Narumi's mound. Narumi gasped, her own climax crashing through her—a hot flood of clear cum spilled out, mingling instantly with Fu's release, coating their clits and folds in a slippery, glistening mess. "Fuuuck!" Narumi moaned, collapsing forward, her sweaty forehead pressed against Fu's trembling chest. "Covered you," she panted, feeling their shared wetness smear between their thighs.
On the velvet chair, Narumi's clone whimpered against Yakumo's neck. "Watching them… fuck… made you so wet again," she breathed, her fingers still buried deep inside Yakumo's cum-slicked pussy. Yakumo trembled, her own release from moments earlier coating her folds. "Their noises…" Yakumo gasped, her hips lifting. "Do it. Finish me." The clone withdrew her fingers slowly, slick with Yakumo's fluids, then pressed them against Yakumo's swollen clit. "Ride my hand," she commanded. "Hard." Yakumo obeyed, grinding down onto the clone's palm, her slick folds sliding wetly. "Yesss… like that…" the clone hissed, adding pressure. Yakumo's breath hitched, her inner walls fluttering. "Cum *on* me," the clone demanded. "Cover my fingers." Yakumo's cry tore free as another orgasm ripped through her—thinner, sharper—clear fluid pulsing onto the clone's waiting hand.
(The next day.)
The sharp scent of simmering pork broth and toasted garlic wrapped around Narumi as she slurped noodles noisily, elbow bumping Fu's bare arm. "Best bowl ever, right?" Narumi grinned, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she leaned closer to Fu, deliberately letting her knee brush against Fu's beneath the narrow counter. "Almost as hot as you look right now."
Fu giggled, her mint-green hair tickling Narumi's shoulder. "You're one to talk, Narumi-chan!" She tapped Narumi's whiskered cheek with a greasy fingertip. "Sweaty from training? Or just… excited?" Fu's orange eyes flickered down Narumi's tight black shirt, lingering pointedly on her cleavage.
"Both!" Narumi declared, winking. She spun her stool towards Yakumo, who sat stiffly, picking delicately at her ramen. Narumi's hand landed possessively on Yakumo's slim thigh beneath her violet pants, squeezing lightly. "C'mon, Yakumo-chan! Eat up! Gotta keep your strength up after yesterday!" Narumi's grin widened, lascivious. "*All* that hard work."
Yakumo flushed, nearly dropping her chopsticks. "N-Narumi-san!" she hissed, trying to shift away. Narumi's hand slid higher, tracing the sensitive skin inside Yakumo's thigh through the thin fabric. "We're in public!"
"Exactly!" Fu chirped, leaning across Narumi to whisper loudly in Yakumo's ear, her breath warm. "Makes it hotter! Remember how you screamed yesterday?" Yakumo's pale skin turned crimson.
Narumi seized the moment. Grinning wickedly, she grabbed Yakumo's chin, pulling her close. "Stop squirming," she murmured before crushing her lips against Yakumo's in a deep, possessive kiss, tasting soy sauce and spice. Yakumo gasped against her mouth, yielding instantly. Before Yakumo could recover, Narumi spun towards Fu, capturing her lips with equal fervor. Fu moaned into the kiss, tangling her fingers in Narumi's blonde hair, her free hand sliding under Narumi's shirt to pinch a hardened nipple.
Across the street, Kurenai Yūhi paused mid-stride, her crimson eyes widening as she took in the scene: Fu's eager tongue tangling with Narumi's, Yakumo's dazed, kiss-swollen lips, Narumi's possessive grip on both girls. Recognition flashed—painful understanding dawning as she saw Yakumo's triumphant gaze lock onto hers over Narumi's shoulder.
Yakumo's lips curled into a slow, venomous smirk. She didn't need words. Her eyes screamed the message: *Look, Kurenai-sensei. Your precious Hinata's heart? I'm shattering it. With the girl she loves. And you… you made this inevitable.* The cold satisfaction in Yakumo's gaze was a blade twisting in Kurenai's gut.
Narumi finally broke the kiss with Fu, panting, her cheeks flushed. "Damn, Fu-chan! Taste like chili oil and victory!" She spun back to Yakumo, her blue eyes blazing with possessive hunger. "Your turn again," she growled, grabbing Yakumo's jaw. "Open wide." Yakumo obeyed instantly, a soft moan escaping as Narumi's tongue plunged deep, dominating her mouth with bruising force. Fu giggled, nuzzling Narumi's neck. "Share, Narumi-chan!" she teased, her fingers tracing the outline of Narumi's hardened nipple through her thin shirt. "Greedy!" Narumi mumbled against Yakumo's lips, but she pulled Yakumo closer, deepening the kiss until Yakumo whimpered, her fingers digging into Narumi's thigh.