"Ahn…!"
Kurenai's moan slipped out, shameless and loud, her lips parting without her consent.
She didn't know how it had come to this, or when she'd lost control. She only knew that her vision was blurred with tears, her body trembling and exhausted far beyond anything she'd ever imagined.
"Hahh…! Hahh…!"
"Come on, scream for me. I'll rate it out of ten." The man on top of her—the one who'd ruined everything—spoke with cruel amusement, his handsome face twisted into a contemptuous smirk. No shame. No mercy.
"Ghah—!"
"Hah…! W-wait… ngh—!"
He snorted. "Barely a three."
"You can do better than that."
"Come on, I believe in you~ Hahahaha…" His deep voice echoed around her, mocking her helplessness.
Every thrust forced another breathy, broken sound from her lips.
"Ahh—! Ngh—! Huaa…!"
She lost track of how long it had gone on. Was it a day? Two? A week? She had no idea anymore.
All Kurenai could remember was that it started when this man appeared and overwhelmed her so completely, she never stood a chance.
At first, she tried to fight—tried to push him away, scream for help, anything. But her strength failed her. No one came.
Everything blurred together, a nightmare she couldn't wake from, her mind battered by the constant, merciless invasion.
She couldn't think straight, couldn't even remember how to move her limbs.
Over time, even her will to resist faded. Her mind simply… shut down.
She didn't know what she had become, but—
"My head's all floaty… feels good… don't stop…" Kurenai whimpered, eyes rolling back, her voice slurred and hollow.
"Haaa… everything's spinning… you're… you're breaking my brain…"
Obito leaned down, grabbing her breasts, forcing her dazed gaze to meet his. "Say it… Say you're my bitch."
"Y-yes… yes, I'm a bitch… bitch…" Kurenai gasped, her thoughts muddled, her words melting into moans. "Ahh… ngh… mmph… wait—what was I saying…?"
Obito grinned. "You were saying you're my bitch."
"I… I did? Yeah… I must be… yes, I'm your bitch…" she mumbled, arms wrapped around him, clinging to the only thing that felt real—his body, deep inside her.
- - - - - - -
Outside, in real time, Obito's eyes flashed crimson—the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan swirling, casting an eerie glow over his face.
He had Kurenai trapped in a Genjutsu—one modeled after Tsukuyomi. A little trick he'd picked up from Madara.
That old bastard could hit Tsukuyomi-level illusions with nothing but a regular three-tomoe Sharingan.
Itachi always liked to brag about his precious "exclusive" technique, but here they were, pulling it off as a party trick.
Time to get back on track…
For Obito, barely a minute had passed. But for Kurenai? It had been weeks. Weeks of getting fucked senseless by him inside the Genjutsu.
No escape, no mercy... just endless, mind-bending pleasure and humiliation, all on repeat.
"She held out pretty well at first," Obito mused aloud, sounding genuinely impressed.
Now, though, he glanced at her—sweat-soaked and gasping on the bed, body twitching in unconscious response.
He was pretty damn sure that if he dropped the Genjutsu right now, Kurenai would be so far gone in heat that she'd beg for the real thing, no hesitation.
But…
"Nah," he said lightly. "Later."
He straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off his cloak.
"Gotta pace myself. Can't break the toy before the game even starts."
A swirling vortex opened behind him—Kamui humming quietly.
As he stepped into the portal, he tossed a casual farewell over his shoulder—
"Sweet dreams, Red Eyes. Try not to miss me too much."
The space folded shut with a whisper.
On the bed, Kurenai stirred faintly, a shiver running through her body for reasons her mind couldn't process.
Not that she cared in the slightest—inside her perfect little Genjutsu hell, she was still getting her brains pounded into blissful oblivion.
--
Early Morning
Kurenai jolted awake with a sharp gasp.
"Haa… haa…"
Her sheets were soaked through.
The lingering sensations hadn't faded—heat crawling under her skin, her heart racing as if she'd been running for days instead of sleeping.
Her clothes clung uncomfortably to her body, and the bed beneath her was a mess.
"…What…?"
She sat there frozen, cheeks burning with shame and anger twisting in her chest.
A Genjutsu.
There was no doubt about it.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stand—only for her legs to buckle immediately.
"Unn…!"
She dropped back onto the bed, a weak, involuntary sound slipping from her lips as her body trembled.
"Damn it…" she hissed under her breath.
That man.
His voice. His eyes.
The memory made her hands tremble, her legs instinctively pressing together as she looked down...only to realize she had made another mistake.
"…"
There were no words.
She didn't know what she was supposed to say, or even think. All she wanted was to leave this place… no—if possible, to leave this world altogether.
Kurenai clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms.
Never in her life had she suffered such humiliation.
But her bad luck wasn't over yet.
She wasn't even given time to think, let alone fix anything, when a knock sounded on the floor outside.
"Kurenai‑sensei, are you awake?" Airi called from the other side of the door.
Boom.
It felt like an explosion went off inside Kurenai's head.
Her gaze snapped to the bed… then to her clothes.
Her expression stiffened.
She scrambled up, fumbling to straighten the sheets, trying desperately to hide the mess. If anyone saw this, she would die of shame on the spot.
But—
Bang!
Her legs gave out.
She collapsed to the floor, body going numb, weakness spreading through her limbs.
"W‑What was that?" Airi's voice shot up in panic. "Kurenai‑sensei, are you okay?! What happened?!"
Kurenai's heart slammed against her ribs.
If she didn't handle this properly, Airi would come through the door.
Gritting her teeth, she forced her voice to steady.
"I‑It's fine. I just dropped something."
There was a brief pause.
"Wait a little. I'll come out after I take a shower."
…
Silence followed.
Kurenai sat there on the floor, breathing shallowly, her heartbeat so loud she was sure it could be heard through the door.
"O‑Okay, Sensei," Airi said after a moment, still hesitant. "If you need anything, just tell me… I can—"
"No need, Airi‑chan," Kurenai interrupted gently, not giving her time to finish. "Go gather Shikamaru and the others."
"…Okay!"
The moment she heard Shikamaru's name, Airi's worries evaporated. Any lingering sense of strangeness vanished as she skipped away, cheerful as ever.
Kurenai waited until her footsteps faded completely before letting out a shaky breath.
Then shakily, she forced herself to stand and began changing the sheets, hands trembling as she worked.
Luckily… she could still mold her chakra.
Her ninjutsu responded normally, steady enough to keep her grounded. That small reassurance was the only thing stopping her from completely unraveling.
What Kurenai didn't know was that Obito had already intervened—silently minimizing the damage he'd done. If he hadn't, it wouldn't just be lingering numbness and aftereffects.
She would have been broken far beyond recovery.
After some time—far longer than it should have taken... she finally finished. The sheets were replaced, the room restored to its proper state.
Then she stepped into the shower, leaning against the wall as the water ran over her, legs still weak, breath unsteady.
It was difficult.
Painfully so.
But when she emerged, every trace had been erased.
At least on the surface.
--
Kurenai gave one last glance at the room before stepping out, her face carefully expressionless.
She'd debated whether to tell anyone what happened but in the end, there was no way she could bring herself to admit something so humiliating. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Besides, there was another reason.
If someone could trap her in a Genjutsu of that level, undetected, then maybe—just maybe—they were tied to this poison outbreak. Maybe she was just blaming him because of what he did to her, but the possibility was real.
Lost in her thoughts, the man's voice and rough touch replayed in her mind, making her chest tighten and her breath grow shaky. She shook herself, trying to suppress the reaction, just as a voice called out:
"Kurenai-sensei!?"
Unknowingly, she'd already walked to the meeting spot.
Airi broke away from Shikamaru, rushing over with concern. "Kurenai-sensei, are… are you really okay? You seemed kind of out of it just now…"
The rest of the team glanced over, worry and curiosity in their eyes.
Kurenai took a steadying breath, forcing a faint, professional smile. "I'm fine, Airi-chan. Just a bit tired, that's all. Sorry to worry you."
Airi nodded, though she didn't look convinced.
Shikamaru, arms crossed, shot her a squinting, thoughtful glance but said nothing.
Kurenai did her best to stand tall, ignoring the lingering sense of violation. For now, she had to focus. Whatever had happened to her, whatever was haunting this village...she'd get to the bottom of it.
"Hey, since Kurenai-sensei's here, what about Asuma-sensei, Shikamaru?" Kiba grumbled, stretching his arms behind his head, looking equal parts bored and irritated. "When's he gonna show up?"
It was only then that Kurenai looked around, realizing Asuma was missing. A pang of guilt hit her—she'd been so caught up in her own mess…
"Come on… say it~"
"I… I'm your BITCH!!"
Suddenly, the memory slammed into her—vivid and humiliating.
"Damn it!!" Kurenai blurted out, louder than she meant.
Airi flinched, startled at her side. Across the way, Choji dropped his snacks, suddenly wide awake after zoning out for most of the morning.
Even Shikamaru nearly tipped out of his chair, not expecting their usually composed sensei to just roar like that.
A heavy, awkward silence fell over the group.
Kurenai flushed, fighting to regain her composure. "S-sorry. Just… stubbed my toe."
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, but mercifully let it drop.
Kiba, meanwhile, just snorted. "Jeez, sensei. Take it easy…"
Shino nodded quietly, his usual calm undisturbed. "Perhaps Kurenai-sensei has been under a lot of pressure lately," he observed, his voice as even as ever.
The others seemed to take his words to heart.
Kurenai managed a tight smile, grateful for Shino's silent support... even if he had no idea just how true his words were.
---
"Um… should we go check on Asuma-sensei?" Ino asked softly, breaking the awkward silence.
Her usual brightness was dimmed, a hint of guilt in her voice. "He's not the type to be late... especially when it's something this important…"
The group exchanged uncertain glances. Even Kiba, who'd just been grumbling, looked uneasy.
Shikamaru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah… you're right. Let's not waste any more time. We'll go see if he's in his room."
Airi nodded, and even Choji stood up, setting his snacks aside without protest.
Kurenai forced herself to focus, pushing all thoughts of the morning and that humiliating memory—deep down. "Let's go," she said, her voice steady at last. "We'll check on him together."
And with that, the team set off down the hall, worry hanging over them like a shadow.
--
The door to Asuma's room wasn't locked.
That alone set off alarms.
Shikamaru pushed it open first, eyes already sharp as his hands instinctively readied themselves for the Shadow Possession Jutsu.
"Asuma-sensei?"
"Asuma—?" Kurenai stepped in right behind him.
Asuma was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned to them, one hand braced against the mattress. At first glance, he looked fine.
The open door told the real story.
He'd tried to leave and painfully discovered that his condition was worse than before.
"…You're all noisy this early," he said casually, waving a hand without turning around. "I was just about to head out."
Kurenai frowned, a bad feeling settling deep in her chest.
"Asuma," she said slowly. "Turn around."
There was the briefest hesitation.
Then he did.
The color drained from Kurenai's face.
Sweat clung to his skin, his breathing uneven and shallow. Dark circles framed his eyes—circles that hadn't been there before and his face was pale, almost malnourished.
"Asuma-sensei…" Ino said immediately, covering her mouth as her own face went pale.
"…you've been infected too."
Asuma chuckled, trying to brush it off. "Nah. Just didn't sleep well—"
He broke off mid-sentence.
A violent cough tore out of him.
"—kh—!"
He doubled over, a hand flying to his mouth. When he pulled it away, blood stained his palm.
"Asuma!" Kurenai was at his side instantly.
Another cough hit him—harder this time. His posture buckled as he struggled to stay upright on the bed, his body refusing to cooperate. His eyes rolled back.
"Asuma-sensei!" Airi cried out in horror as she watched him collapse, unconscious.
--
When Asuma finally woke up, the room was silent.
Every set of eyes was on him.
Shikamaru stood near the window, arms crossed so tightly his knuckles had gone white. He didn't say a word, but his gaze never left Asuma's face.
"…So," Asuma muttered hoarsely, staring up at the ceiling. "Guess I didn't hide it very well."
"No," Kurenai said quietly. "You didn't."
Shino had already examined him as thoroughly as he could.
The results were exactly what they feared... something they hadn't wanted to confirm, yet already knew deep down.
Asuma was infected.
Ino's hands clenched uselessly at her sides as her voice came out shaky and strained.
"I-I'm sorry, Asuma-sensei. I noticed yesterday that… that you seemed off, like you were struggling, but I— I…"
"Hey," Asuma said gently, forcing a weak smile. "Relax, Ino. This was my decision. I was the one who chose to hide it."
He let out a short, awkward laugh that quickly turned into a rough cough.
"…Don't blame yourself. That'd just make me look even more incompetent as a teacher… hah— cough, cough—"
The words settled heavily over the room.
Choji looked down, his vision blurring as old memories surfaced—memories he never wanted to relive. Years ago, his father's brutal death had felt just like this. Sudden. Helpless. Unfair.
Now… was Asuma-sensei going to disappear too?
Why am I so useless?
I'm still so useless…
The thought clawed at him, and he clenched his fists tighter, unable to lift his head.
"Uhh… uhh… wah…"
Across the room, Airi held Ino close, her hand moving gently against her back as Ino cried.
"Uhh… h-hic…"
The room fell into silence, no one knowing what to say or even what they could say anymore.
Even Kurenai felt conflicted, her thoughts tangled and directionless.
Then, unfortunately, the smartest person in the room decided it was time to speak.
Kiba shifted uneasily, clearly uncomfortable.
After a moment, he spoke as if suddenly remembering something.
"…Hey. That thing Shenzo mentioned earlier."
Asuma stiffened the instant he heard the name.
Everyone turned to Kiba in stunned silence.
Even Ino stopped crying, staring at him like she was ready to kill him on the spot.
"The antidote," Kiba continued, completely failing to read the room. "The one he said could—"
"Don't."
Asuma's voice cut through the room, sharp and loud enough to echo.
The reaction was immediate.
Kiba froze, finally realizing—far too late—that whatever he was trying to suggest was something Asuma couldn't handle hearing right now.
"S-Sorry! I didn't mean—"
Asuma turned his face away, eyes closing tightly.
"Just… drop it."
There was a brief pause.
"…Leave me alone for a while," he added quietly.
No one argued.
The others exchanged glances—some frustrated, some helpless... before several of them shot Kiba irritated looks.
Even Shino, expression unchanged, released a large insect onto Kiba's shoulder. It bit him immediately, and Kiba yelped, scratching frantically.
One by one, the group filed out, the air thick with frustration and helplessness.
Only Shikamaru lingered by the door.
"…This isn't natural," he said finally, hesitant but firm.
"Whatever's happening here… it's planned. I can't prove it yet, but…"
Asuma didn't respond. He only let out a quiet sigh.
Shikamaru exhaled slowly, murmured an apology, then turned and left.
The door shut.
And in the silence that followed, Asuma stared up at the ceiling, teeth clenched as a single thought repeated itself in his mind.
Someone out there was pulling the strings.
PS: Sigh… ahh man, long ass chapter, but we're finally reaching the finale.
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