Moans of deep pleasure of woman and heavy groans could be heard from the Haruno room all night.
By morning, Haruno, the high-society darling pursued by countless men, had spent several grueling hours in her room with a younger boy three or four years her junior. They had battled relentlessly from nine in the night until eight the next morning, barely pausing for breath and rehydration.
Haruno was nearly brain-addled from the pleasure intensity.
After the all-night ordeal, not a single dry patch remained on either of their bodies. Every strand of hair was drenched in sweat, leaving them completely soaked and sticky.
Yet the couple seemed to revel in this grimy sensation, showing no inclination to separate. Instead, they continued to rub against each other's wet, clinging skin.
Haruno had to admit: she was in love.
Not just with the ecstasy the younger boy had brought her the previous night, but with the boy himself.
