Hidden Rain Village
Konan's Room
At this moment, Konan sat on her bed, her body wrapped in a plain black robe. Unlike her usual Akatsuki cloak, this one was pure black, minimal more like a last line of defense than clothing.
She clutched the edges of it tightly, as if afraid of revealing what was underneath.
Her face was flushed with nervousness and shame. She still couldn't believe things had reached this point.
As usual, a swirling vortex appeared in the room, and a masked figure stepped out black cloak, black robes, that familiar presence.
Konan didn't flinch. She had been expecting him. But the moment their eyes met, her blush deepened, and sweat began to bead on her forehead.
When Obito saw her like that, he instantly understood she'd actually agreed to his "little request." His dick hardened immediately.
The bulge in his robes was undeniable, sticking out like a flagpole under a tarp.
Konan saw it too and quickly turned her face away, heat burning across her cheeks.
"So… you really went through with it, huh?" Obito said, voice low and calm, but with a hint of thrill. "Konan… that makes me incredibly happy."
He stepped forward, his movements quick and eager.
Konan stayed silent. Her mind flashed back to the absurd conversation they'd had not long ago after meeting again for the first time in a while.
And somehow, either from stupidity or curiosity or something deeper... she'd actually said yes to his insane demand.
Suddenly, she felt his hand tugging at the robe she'd clung to for modesty. She hesitated, resisting just slightly… but then sighed.
Her shoulders slumped as she let go, face burning red as he pulled the robe away.
Obito froze.
The air in the room thickened.
There she was on the bed, completely exposed, wearing that outfit. The one he had described in detail from his past life memories.
The one he half-expected her to refuse. The one he commissioned just for this moment.
A black bunny girl outfit, stockings hugging her long legs, hugging her curves in all the right ways.
His breath caught.
His cock, already hard, pulsed like it was ready to rip a hole through the damn wall.
Konan could feel his gaze drinking her in, hot and shameless. She knew tonight wouldn't be normal. Maybe… tonight, she'd lose the last piece of innocence she had left.
And yet, deep down, she wasn't resisting. In fact, somewhere in her chest beneath the nerves was anticipation.
Obito moved closer, hands slow, deliberate, exploring every inch of her body.
Her ass, her tits, her thighs… long, toned legs wrapped in tight black fabric.
Konan's body responded instinctively to every touch. She gasped, soft and breathy, lips parting.
"Mmm…"
"Ahh…"
Obito couldn't hold back anymore.
Without hesitation, he stripped off his robes in one motion, leaving only his mask on his hard dick standing tall and proud, thick enough to awe and probably scare the hell out of any pussy that had the misfortune or fortune of taking it.
Konan's eyes widened the second she saw it. Instinctively, her legs clamped shut.
That thing? In her? She didn't even know if it was physically possible. Her pussy had never seen combat like this.
But Obito didn't give a single fuck.
He was too far gone.
He grabbed her soft, thick thighs, pried them open like doors to paradise, and dove in face-first between her legs... tongue out, mouth hungry.
Slurp.
Slurp.
"Ahhhh… wha–what… ahhhh… are yo–u… MMmph… ohhh… doing… ahhh!" Konan gasped, her voice trembling between ragged breaths. The words barely came out in pieces.
"That's dirty… ahhh… don't do that th–AHHHHHH!"
She tried to scold him, but the second she said it, his tongue went deeper, faster... scraping every damn corner of her dripping pussy like he was cleaning a plate after starving for a week.
Lick.
Lap.
Obito didn't stop. Hell, he doubled down.
He was licking like a man possessed sucking and slurping like her pussy held the last drops of water in the desert.
"Ohhhh…"
"YESSSSSS…"
"AHHHHH—!"
Konan cracked.
She reached down, grabbed the sides of his head, and shoved him deeper, grinding her soaked pussy into his face like she needed it to survive.
Squelch.
Suck.
Glurp.
Mwah.
Her moans were pure desperation now, echoing against the quiet walls of the room.
Obito, seeing and hearing that she wanted it needed it started putting in work.
Every flick of his tongue sent electric shocks through her body.
Schlick.
He changed the angle, used that special tongue technique he'd cooked up with chakra manipulation, a low vibration humming across his tongue, turning it into a fucking living vibrator.
Konan lost all control.
The room filled with messy, wet, obscene sounds as his tongue drilled deeper.
Squelch. Slosh.
"AHHHHHH—THIS… WHAT IS THIS!?" Konan practically screamed, eyes rolling all the way back into her head.
Splash!
She came. Hard.
Her entire body trembled violently, legs twitching, pussy juices spilling like a damn faucet soaking Obito's face and dripping down onto the bed.
Obito finally lifted his mouth from her soaked pussy. He was about to crack a joke something about how fast she came but then he saw her:
Laid out.
Legs wide open.
Eyes blank.
Twitching nonstop.
Mouth parted.
"…Did it really feel that good?" Obito muttered to himself, actually a little embarrassed but also, undeniably smug.
That vibration trick? God-tier. He felt like one of those hentai protagonists who used their dick stats to conquer women one-by-one.
He shook off the thought.
Then, casually, he reached forward, grabbed one of Konan's massive tits, and gave her nipple a sharp pinch. At the same time, he slapped her ass cheek with a firm smack.
Smack!
Konan jolted awake.
Her eyes focused, then widened with horror as she realized what had just happened.
Her entire face turned red. She wanted to die. Right there. Right fucking now. Why hadn't she just disintegrated into paper and drifted into the wind?
She might've considered it... might've actually tried if Obito hadn't grabbed her head at that exact moment.
No words. No hesitation.
He shoved his rock-hard cock straight to the back of her throat.
Gluck.
She gagged, reflexively, but didn't cough. Not anymore. Her throat had adapted to this. This was routine now.
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