The blonde bimbo shifted her weight from foot to foot, and I found myself tracking the movement, how her hips swayed slightly, the curve of her waist where the bikini bottom sat low. Her skin had that perfect golden glow that made my fingers itch to touch, to see if it felt as warm as it looked.
"I mean..." She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, the gesture making her chest rise with the motion. "You're not actually going to do anything bad, right? This is just... training?"
The nervous laugh that escaped her lips was almost musical, and those blue eyes, so familiar yet transformed, kept darting between my face and the obvious bulge straining against my pants. Her cheeks flushed pink, making the whisker marks stand out more prominently.
"Training," I repeated slowly, taking a step closer. She instinctively stepped back, bare feet silent on the wet ground, toes curling slightly against the stone. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"W-well, you said you wanted to teach me a lesson, right?" Her voice cracked just slightly on the last word. She was trying so hard to maintain that seductive facade, but the way her hands fidgeted at her sides, how her breathing had quickened.
It was intoxicating.
The conflict in my chest was a war.
This was…. but the form in front of me was all soft curves and feminine grace, and that nervous energy, that slight tremor in her voice when she tried to sound confident... it made something predatory stir in my gut.
"Mmm." I tilted my head, studying the way her plump lips parted slightly when our eyes met. "And what kind of lesson do you think you deserve... Naruko-chan?"
This was bad. So incredibly bad.
The way her bravado cracked at the edges, how genuine fear leaked through her attempted seduction like water through stone — it sent dark electricity shooting through my veins.
I wanted to grab those slender wrists, pin them above her head, and watch her squirm.
I wanted to bite that exposed neck until she gasped.
I wanted to trace every curve of that impossibly feminine form with my tongue, wanted to make her beg, wanted to see those blue eyes glaze over with need instead of nervous defiance.
I wanted to—
No.
I exhaled quietly through my nose.
This was wrong. All of this.
Behind the soft skin, the pouty lips, the twin-tails, and the swimsuit—this was Naruto. A guy. A teammate. Someone I was supposed to protect, not… consider.
Yet…..
It was working fucking too damn well. My restraint felt tissue-thin, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs like it might burst free.
Last time's lesson clearly hadn't been enough. If I wanted these pranks to stop, I needed to... what? I didn't know what I needed to do.
But I knew Naruto had to stop this before I did something.
Why is this family making it too hard for me to live?
"I-I think..." Naruko's back hit the jagged rock behind her, and she flinched at the contact. Her eyes went wide, pupils blown, but she lifted her chin with forced bravado. "I think good students deserve... rewards?" she said, with a breathy mock-innocence.
Perfect.
I closed the distance between us, lips curving into a predatory smile as my tongue darted out to wet them. "Rewards?" My voice was honey over broken glass. "How presumptuous of you to assume you've been good."
My forearm slammed against the stone beside her head, effectively caging her in. She jumped like a startled rabbit, her delicate hands flying up to press against my chest, those impossibly blue eyes going wide as saucers.
The height difference put her at exactly the right level. She had to tilt her head back just to meet my gaze, chin raised, full lips slightly parted in startled breath.
My eyes trailed down, past the delicate line of her throat, down to the swell of cleavage framed in an orange bikini barely containing soft curves. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, the fabric straining with each inhale.
Her twin-tails framed her face like playful handles. I reached up, slowly, and let my fingers trail through one. The silky strands felt like spun sunlight between my fingers, impossibly soft and smelling faintly of ramen and saltwater.
I didn't say anything. I just let the gesture hang there—subtle, admiring, like I was studying a creature in a glass tank.
And that made her squirm.
Good.
The Sexy Jutsu had always been Naruto's trump card, the nuclear option when he wanted to fluster authority figures or get out of trouble, or to prank.
This wasn't just a prank—it was a rematch.
The shocked gasp, the nosebleed, the stammering denial was what he was after.
Giving him that would be the worst possible outcome. It would validate the prank, prove it worked, guarantee he'd use it again and again like a weapon.
But the thing, Naruto was fundamentally innocent beneath all the bravado.
For all his proclamations about being a man, about growing up, he was still the same kid who thought the height of comedy was making adults uncomfortable with sexy transformations.
He had no real concept of what lay beneath desire, no understanding of the darker currents he was playing with. When he pulled this jutsu on others, he got exactly what he expected. Perverted old men with explosive nosebleeds, shocked stammering, people covering their eyes while peeking through fingers, maybe someone fainting dramatically.
Simple, comedic, harmless reactions that fed his need for attention and chaos.
But pinching his nipple hadn't worked. He'd adapted, evolved his approach.
So I'd have to go further. Flip the script. Scare the absolute shit out of him by playing the seduction game better than he ever could.
Let him see what it looked like when someone actually knew how to be predatory, how to make desire feel dangerous instead of silly.
I'd probably get promoted from "super pervert" to something far worse in his mental catalog, but the psychology was sound. Make the experience uncomfortable enough, threatening enough, and he'd think twice before trying to seduce his way out of consequences again.
He would drop that jutsu and never use it in front of me ever again.
"S-sensei?" Naruko stammered, trying to lean back but finding only cold stone. "You're... you're really close, dattebane! This is just training, right? Right?"
The verbal tic hit me like a physical blow. My cock jumped traitorously in my pants at the sound.
….. dattebane
That exact inflection, that particular breathless way Kushina used to gasp it when I had her pinned beneath me, red hair splayed across the floor.
Can't really remember if she did use it but hearing it fall from her son's lips, transformed into this slutty blonde bombshell, sent twisted heat shooting straight to my groin.
And…. fuck, I let my guard down.
Naruko's eyes sharpened immediately, catching that involuntary reaction. The hint of apprehension and fear melted away, replaced by that annoying, mischievous glint. Her lips curved into a knowing smile that was pure trouble.
Double fuck.
Can't give him the initiative.
Not missing a beat. "Training?" I murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper as my hand slid from her silken hair to cup her cheek. "Oh, sweetheart..." My thumb traced slowly along the delicate arch of her cheekbone, pausing to follow the faint line of a whisker mark. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my fingers, warm and flushed. "This stopped being training the moment you decided to play dress-up."
Drop the jutsu. Turn back. Please.
But stubbornness was Naruto's defining trait, and this annoying knucklehead seemed hellbent on seeing this through to whatever twisted conclusion he had in mind.
"Mmm..." Naruko's lashes fluttered as she gazed up, voice taking on a breathy, sultry quality that made my teeth ache. "But sensei... you're the one who's all worked up, dattebane~" Her delicate fingers began tracing patterns across my chest, each touch feather-light and deliberately teasing. "Maybe I'm a better student than you thought?"
The effect was immediate and infuriating. Blaze in my chest, my pulse hammering against my throat as those nimble fingers mapped the planes of my chest with despicable innocence.
STOP. TURN BACK. NOW….. Ahh, if you want to play….
I wasn't born yesterday. Fucking was my hobby, my expertise, the reason I'll probably die.
Hell, I'd even fucked your mother.
This naive little chick thought she could out-seduce me?
How adorable.
She is not a chick, though, is she? ….. I ignored that thought.
I smirked, and her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed slightly. I will show you how it's done.
My hand moved. Fingers dragging slowly from her flushed cheek to the point of her chin, then down the graceful column of her throat. Her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird beneath my fingertips. Excellent, she will puff back anytime. I traced her delicate collarbone, then dipped lower into the valley between her breasts.
Her head bowed as her eyes followed my hand's path with rapt attention, pupils dilated wide. Both our breathing had turned shallow. Every inch between us buzzed like it couldn't decide which one of us would move first.
My hand didn't stop even as it itched to grab one of those perky mounds.
It continued its deliberate exploration, sliding down through the soft swell of her cleavage to rest against her flat stomach. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her breathing, the way her muscles tensed beneath my palm as I began tracing slow circles around her navel.
Her fingers curled against my chest, nails digging in slightly as she stared down at my hand with a transfixed expression.
I licked my lips. Still not enough to break the jutsu.
My hand moved again after a while. To her side, not down. I was a bit of a coward at the moment.
Sliding to her slender ribs, tracing the elegant curve of her waist, and around before settling at the small of her back. The warmth of her skin seemed to burn through my palm as I felt the subtle arch of her spine, the way she unconsciously pressed closer to my touch.
When she raised her head to look at me again, those blue eyes were completely glazed over, lips parted and glistening. The mischievous glint had vanished entirely, replaced by something raw and unguarded.
Pure bedroom eyes that didn't understand what they were feeling but were completely lost in the sensation.
She looked like a deer caught in headlights, like a moth drawn to flame, like innocence on the verge of corruption.
Couldn't come up with a more creative metaphor as my brain lacked the blood necessary for that type of task.
The thing was, I couldn't resist that expression. My hand at her waist pulled her closer automatically, eliminating the last inch of space between us.
"Eishin..." she whispered absently, voice foggy with confusion and something sweet. "What's... what's happening... right now…..?"
"I don't know," I breathed, the words escaping before I could stop them. Because in that moment, I truly didn't. All rational thought had fled, leaving only the intoxicating pull of those glistening lips just inches from mine.
Her lips looked impossibly soft, slightly parted, and beckoning. What would they taste like? Sweet like her innocent facade, or spicy like the ramen she likes so much?
I began leaning in, drawn by some magnetic force I couldn't resist.
Naruko didn't pull away — just stared up at me with those confused, half-lidded blue eyes and a flushed face, probably not even understanding what was about to happen.
She felt perfect in my arms. Warm and pliant, her slight frame fitting against mine like she belonged there. The sweet scent of her hair filled my senses, distinctly feminine, which made my head spin. Every curve pressed against me was soft and yielding, her rapid heartbeat thrumming against my chest.
I had never felt like this before, it was impossible…..
Our lips were a breath apart—
"You appear to be seconds away from oral contact. Should I look away now or later?"
An eerily calm voice said, crashing the spell.
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