Love rose with the wind as the setting sun disappeared beyond the horizon. Outside the backyard of Uchiha Hikaru's home, the moon drifted quietly through the night sky.
Whoosh—whoosh—
Two dark figures appeared over the rear wall of the compound, graceful silhouettes highlighted by their curvaceous, feminine forms.
"Why are you here to see Hikaru?" the two voices questioned at the same time.
Anko and Kurenai stood facing each other, eyes narrowing as they glanced down at the bento boxes in their hands.
A year ago, the truth had quietly surfaced between them—shared during a mission they'd taken together. That was the last time Anko had seen Hikaru.
At the time, Hikaru had been assigned to escort a relative of the Fire Daimyo to the capital. He'd run into both Anko and Kurenai in the mission hall and, seemingly by chance, invited them to accompany him. But the truth was clear—Hikaru had already seen through their hearts. Bored with the task, he had pulled them along for entertainment.
The first night of the mission had been dark and still, the air thick with summer heat. Anko had volunteered for the first watch, while Hikaru and Kurenai were to rest. But as they leaned back against the tree trunks, pretending to doze, tension crackled in the air.
Hikaru kept one eye closed, feigning sleep, waiting to see what would unfold. Kurenai leaned closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, her soft arms wrapping around his left arm. Even in the pale moonlight, the blush on her cheeks was visible. Her long lashes trembled slightly as she held herself close to him.
Anko's mood turned sour in an instant.
So that's how it is, Kurenai? Trying to steal a taste of Hikaru for yourself?
With that, Anko crossed over to Hikaru's other side and sat down. Mimicking Kurenai's posture, she pressed herself close and leaned toward his ear, exhaling a slow, sultry breath against his skin.
The summer heat still clung to the night, but what Hikaru felt on both sides of his body had little to do with the temperature. His left arm was pinned in Kurenai's soft grip, her warm body flush against his. But now, his right arm was caught too, enveloped by Anko's firm hold.
He couldn't move.
This must be Genjutsu… he thought, resisting the urge to smile.
Both women were clinging to him now—two seductresses vying for the same prize. They had tasted the "fruit" they longed for, and their expressions made it clear they were satisfied.
A warm breath teased his ear again. Hikaru coughed.
Keh.
Kurenai and Anko opened their eyes at the same time.
Kurenai's face was elegant and composed, though her eyes brimmed with heat. Anko's gaze, however, was raw and untamed, her lips curling into a smirk.
Their eyes met across Hikaru's lap. Since that night, they had silently declared each other rivals.
Now, they were reunited—unintentionally or not—both holding bento boxes and driven by the same hunger.
They stood in awkward silence, but finally, Anko broke it.
"Together?" she asked, her voice almost playful.
"Together," Kurenai replied, calm but resolute.
The two walked to the front entrance of the house.
Knock, knock, knock.
Inside, Hikaru slipped on a black bathrobe and made his way to the door.
There they were. He hadn't seen them in some time, yet both looked exactly as he remembered—long hair, alluring eyes, but with distinct energies. Kurenai with her quiet intensity, Anko with her smoldering wildness.
"It's autumn now. You'll catch a cold if you stand outside too long. Come in," Hikaru said, stepping aside.
Inside the living room, he prepared hot tea and set it in front of them. Then, he noticed the two bento boxes on the table—one wrapped in red, the other in purple. He didn't need to ask who brought which.
He opened them both.
"Let's eat together," he said simply.
"Mm," the two women replied in unison.
They began eating, but silence filled the room. Only the soft clatter of chopsticks and the sound of chewing broke the stillness.
Halfway through the meal, something felt… off.
A strange warmth started in Hikaru's gut and spread through his limbs. He paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked up.
Anko's eyes gleamed with mischief. Her cheeks were flushed, and her tongue darted out to slowly trace the corner of her mouth. Her expression practically screamed gotcha.
Across the table, Kurenai's legs squeezed together, her thighs shifting under the table as she began to fidget. Her head lowered slightly, eyes growing hazy, lips parting. When she finally glanced up at Anko, her expression was filled with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.
Hikaru instantly understood.
Anko... what the hell did you put in this food?
Of course, she'd spent years under Orochimaru. It should've been obvious.
He tried to maintain his composure.
"Anko. Kurenai. You should both head back. I'm done eating and need to rest."
Anko walked forward without hesitation and straddled him, pressing her weight into his lap as she caressed his face with warm fingers.
"It's autumn, and the nights are cold," she murmured, "Wouldn't it be better if we stayed here tonight?"
"Hikaru… are you really full?" Kurenai asked softly, barely above a whisper. Her gaze was shy but lingering, darting toward him with rising heat.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy. The air was charged. Hikaru could hear their breathing shift—deeper, faster.
"Your cooking's gotten better, Anko," Hikaru said casually. "Did you add something new?"
Anko leaned in again, her breath hot against his ear.
"Just a bit of special seasoning~"
Then her tongue flicked across his earlobe.
A shock raced through him. Kurenai, now glaring daggers at Anko, stood up and moved to his side. She took his hand, fingers intertwining with his, and sat down beside him.
Food additives, he thought grimly. How very Orochimaru of her.
But the fire in Kurenai's eyes told a different story. Even she, always calm and composed, was falling to the same temptation.
"Ninjutsu: Four-Direction Seal Barrier."
With a single hand seal, Hikaru activated a protective barrier around the house—a jutsu once used by the Uchiha to secure their territory in the Warring States era.
He stood and led them both into the inner room.
The moonlight filtered in through the curtains, illuminating the bed in silver hues.
Anko shed her khaki coat, revealing a tight-fitting black mesh bodysuit beneath, hugging every contour of her figure. The semi-translucent fabric shimmered in the moonlight, tracing the curve of her hips and the arch of her back. Her gray-brown eyes locked onto him as she stepped closer.
She began to peel away the remaining layers, her movements slow and deliberate.
Kurenai watched in silence. Her heart raced, her cheeks burning. Damn that Anko.
Without a word, she stepped forward, pushed Anko aside, and pinned Hikaru down to the bed.
His eyes widened.
Kurenai…? So aggressive?
With a sharp twist, he reversed their positions, pinning both women beneath him.
"It's been a while," he whispered. "I didn't expect either of you to be so bold."
Anko's flushed face was matched only by the color spreading down her neck, the black mesh clinging to her like a second skin.
Kurenai turned away slightly, loosening the white sash around her waist. Her crimson sleeves slipped down, baring smooth skin and soft curves. Beneath the outer robe, she wore a bodysuit nearly identical to Anko's.
Her eyes couldn't stop darting toward Hikaru, each glance burning with longing.
Faced with two beautiful kunoichi who had gone to such lengths—spicing their food, pushing their limits, betraying their reserved natures—Hikaru could only respond the way a true Uchiha would.
He kissed one, then the other, letting their bodies press into him as the night unfolded.
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Kurenai grinned wickedly and crawled onto the bed, straddling him. "You were just too irresistible to wait for," she purred, running her fingers through his chest hair.
Hikaru couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at her touch. He knew he shouldn't be getting turned on by this, but he couldn't help it. He was ambitious, and having Kurenai in his life would be a valuable addition to his harem. Besides, she was attractive, even if he didn't have feelings for her.
He reached up, cupping her breasts through her shirt. They were full and firm, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on them. "So, what do you want?" he asked again, his voice rough with desire.
"I want you to fuck me," she said bluntly, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her bra followed suit, tossed carelessly aside. Her breasts bounced free, and Hikaru couldn't help but groan in appreciation as he leaned in to suckle on her nipples.
Kurenai moaned loudly, arching her back in pleasure. He could feel her wetness against his stomach as he continued to devour her breasts. "Harder," she whispered, and he obliged, sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh.
Without warning, Kurenai straddled his waist, and he felt the heat of her pussy against his erection. He gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him. She cried out as he entered her in one swift motion, filling her up.
He began to thrust up into her, feeling the slick walls of her pussy grip him tightly. She met his movements with equal force, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that was both intense and satisfying. Their breaths were heavy, intermingling as they lost themselves in the passion of the moment.
Kurenai's nails dug into Hikaru's shoulders, leaving angry red marks as she threw her head back in ecstasy. He loved the way she looked when she came, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back into her head. He picked up the pace, determined to make her cum again.
She whimpered, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. "Fuck, Hikaru," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop."
He smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, entering her from behind. She gasped, but didn't protest as he took her from behind. He loved how responsive around him, milking his cock for all it worth. He groaned, leaning down to nip at her shoulder blades. She tasted delicious, and he couldn't get enough of her.
As he continued to thrust into her, he reached around, finding her clit. He teased it gently at first, then harder, watching as she bucked and moaned beneath him. He felt her pussy grip him tighter, with a final thrust, he emptied himself inside her.
They lay together, pant ing heavily. Kurenai rolled off him, collapsing onto her side. He smiled, pleased with himself. She was perfect for his harem, and he couldn't wait to add more girls to the mix.
"Thank you," she said, her voice still shaky. "That was... intense."
"You're welcome," he replied nonchalantly, not bothering to hide his smug grin. "But don't think this means anything more than it is."
She nodded, not meeting his eyes. "I know. I just needed this."
He didn't press her further, instead pulling her into a hug. She rested her head on his chest, their hearts beating in sync. He stroked her hair gently, content for the moment. He knew she would be back, and he wouldn't complain. After all, he was happy to have such a beautiful woman in his bed, even if it was only for the pleasure of it.
By the time dawn broke and the first light crept into the sky, silence had settled once more over the house.