Inside Hiruko's villa, little Nohara Rin was the first to greet him. She dutifully helped Hiruko change into comfortable indoor robes before following him toward Pakura's room. Hiruko had strictly forbidden anyone else from entering this particular area without his presence.
Creak—
As Hiruko pushed the door open, a faint, lingering scent hung in the air—a natural consequence of the restrictive positions Pakura had been forced to endure. It was a sight that would break most, but Hiruko merely walked over and unfastened the heavy chains from her limbs.
"Dress up today," he said casually. "Lady Chiyo wants to see you. Temari is here as well."
"Mm..." Pakura, her body stiff and somewhat numb, collapsed onto the floor for a moment, waiting for the blood to flow back into her cramped muscles.
"I'm curious," Hiruko teased, looking down at her. "What kind of face will you make when you see the people from the village that threw you away?"
Pakura slowly pushed herself up, giving him a weary, sharp look. "Your sense of humor is truly repulsive."
"Rin, help her change into that maid outfit."
"Yes, Lord Hiruko!"
Hiruko sat on the sofa, watching as Rin began the "dressing game." Despite having spent much of her captivity exposed to Hiruko's gaze, Pakura still felt a surge of shame as he watched her so intently.
"You bastard! What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out!" The wildness in her spirit flared up as she barked at him.
"A fine figure. I look forward to the final result," Hiruko replied, turning to step out so they could finish.
As Rin's small hands moved over Pakura's body, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at how much more "developed" Pakura was compared to her. Still, she remained the kind soul she was and whispered, "Sister Pakura, Lord Hiruko has always been good to you. Why do you hate him so much?"
"He and you are of the Leaf. I am of the Sand. How could I ever like him?"
"But he saved you! And... didn't your own village abandon you?" Rin's warm voice delivered words as cold as a sub-zero blizzard.
Your village abandoned you. Those words acted like a curse, echoing endlessly in Pakura's mind. She became like a puppet, letting Rin finish the outfit without further resistance. Once done, Rin smiled and bowed out.
Hiruko stepped back in. Rin had lit the candles before leaving, and the flickering orange glow cast long, dancing shadows of the two against the walls. Pakura stood before a full-length mirror, her fingertips trembling.
The reflection showed her wrapped in an incredibly provocative black lace maid outfit—silky thigh-high stockings bit into her snowy skin, leaving faint red marks. The low-cut lace bodice rose and fell with her uneven breathing, outlining every curve. The skirt was short enough to be scandalous, threatening to reveal everything with the slightest movement.
"This... this is too much..." she bit her lip, her voice wavering.
"Is it?" A warm breath hit the back of her neck.
Pakura jumped. Hiruko had closed the distance, his fingers sliding down her shoulder to rest on the silk ribbon at her waist. "It suits you perfectly... the 'Hero of the Scorch Style.'"
"Don't touch me!" She spun around, but her unfamiliarity with the high heels caused her to stumble. Hiruko caught her by the waist, pulling her flush against his chest. She could feel the steady warmth of him.
"Careful now," he chuckled. "If you ruin the clothes... there will be a punishment."
Her face flushed a deep crimson. She tried to push away, but his strength was overwhelming. Worse, she felt a treacherous heat spreading through her own body.
"Let... let go!"
"Your heart is beating so fast..." Hiruko's finger traced her carotid artery. "What exactly are you expecting?"
"Nonsense!" She finally regained her wits and drove her knee toward his abdomen. Hiruko grunted and let go, but as she tried to flee, he caught the hem of her skirt.
Rippp—!
The sound of tearing fabric was deafening in the quiet room. Pakura froze, feeling a sudden chill on her back.
"Ah... my apologies." Hiruko waved the scrap of fabric, his eyes darkening dangerously. "But honestly... this makes it even more alluring."
Before she could scream, a sudden, forceful kiss silenced her.
Night arrived quickly, and Hiruko's villa was ablaze with lights. Pakura kept adjusting the lace frills of her new outfit, feeling utterly exposed and restless. As a ninja, her first instinct was to scan the environment for an escape route, but Hiruko appeared silently behind her.
"Keep moving like that and the skirt will tear further."
"Animal..." she hissed. "When does Chiyo arrive?"
Hiruko reached out and flicked the small golden bell on her collar. "Now."
Jingle-jingle!!
The front door swung open. Maki stood there, her eyes widening in pure shock. Master... Master is...!!!
Beside her, little Temari gasped. The legendary hero of the Sand was standing there in a provocative maid outfit, the bell at her throat chiming with every shiver.
"Mas... Master!" Maki cried out.
"Senior Pakura?!" Temari squeaked.
Pakura's hand trembled as she held the tray of drinks. The lace rubbed against her collarbone like crawling ants. Chiyo's clouded eyes swept over Pakura's bare shoulders. "I see. So you've 'volunteered' to become like this?"
Chiyo wasn't entirely surprised. In the brutal world of shinobi, female captives often met grim fates. Being kept as a "collection piece" by someone like Hiruko meant she was at least alive. And where there is life, there is hope.
Hiruko stepped out from the shadows, placing a possessive hand on Pakura's waist. "A bit harsh, isn't it? Our Pakura is here of her own free will."
He leaned in, his voice a low purr. "Right, Pakura?"
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