Akihiro sat cross-legged on the floor of the sensei's surprisingly spacious living room, a low table in front of them stacked with small cups of sake and bottles of soju. The Nezuko-sensei, in her usual mix of sharp authority and teasing charm, held up a cup.
"Alright, everyone," she said with a sly smile,
"we're all adults here. Consider this a professional bonding exercise. Drink, learn each other's strengths, weaknesses… and maybe have some fun along the way."
Her golden eyes glinted as she raised her cup.
"But Akihiro," she added, leaning slightly closer,
"don't get yourself into trouble. I don't want any of you… well, you know… ending up in awkward positions. Especially not with me."
She winked, setting the tone perfectly between playful and provocative.
Sayuri was the first to pour herself a small cup, delicate fingers gripping it like a weapon.
"Professional bonding, huh?" she mused, her voice low, teasing.
"I suppose charm and wit can be as effective as a kunai sometimes." She sipped smoothly, eyes scanning everyone, subtly measuring.
Mika was the first to act, holding her cup with both hands, a brilliant smile on her face. Sayuri took hers with studied elegance, her slender fingers barely touching the ceramic. Reika, with her direct approach, grabbed hers and raised it with a quick motion. Akihiro, feeling a bit like a fish out of water, held his, trying to imitate the group's casual attitude.
Nezuko-sensei smiled, raising her cup. "May this be the first of many nights. May we learn, grow, and, above all, survive each other," she said with a tone that was half a toast, half a joke.
"To Team 69!" Mika exclaimed, her voice full of enthusiasm.
"To our… well-blessed company," Sayuri murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked at the sensei.
Reika just let out a 'Tch... whatever' before downing the cup in one go, and Akihiro, with a silent 'cheers', followed suit.
The drink slid down their throats. The conversations, once formal, gave way to loose laughter and childhood stories, but alcohol wasn't the only thing loosening everyone's tongues. Mika, her eyes shining with pride and worry, was the first to break the barrier.
"My parents, they were so happy when they found out I passed the exam… but also, you know, they were so worried," she confessed, her voice slightly trembling. "I… I apologize in advance if I'm a pain in the neck for the team. I don't have a clan… so… please, take care of me." She bowed in an almost exaggerated gesture.
Reika scoffed, raising her cup with indifference. "Tch. Don't be so dramatic. The team isn't bad at all. I thought I'd be placed on the last Uchiha's team," she admitted, with a tone of someone who'd had a bad taste in their mouth. "But being on a Hyūga's team… it's okay." She hid a shy smile, and for a moment, her gaze became soft, but soon the mask of toughness returned.
Sayuri gave a small laugh, a sound that made the air in the room feel warmer. "I, on the other hand," she murmured, leaning forward, "was hoping for a team of handsome boys and a sexy sensei to challenge me… but I'm content with what I have." She let her gaze linger on Akihiro, maintaining her sensual and provocative tone, with the clear intention of unsettling him. "After all, one boy is better than none."
Akihiro felt his throat go dry, but he forced a smile to not show how disturbed he was. "I'm happy to be on your team. And I… I hope we get along," he said, his voice more hoarse than expected.
Nezuko-sensei, who was watching everything, laughed softly, but it was almost a whisper. "They're great 'tests' for me," she murmured to herself. Then, her voice rose again, strong and clear.
"I'm happy to be the sensei of people with so much potential. And I guarantee I will take good care of all of you." She gave Akihiro a look and smiled, a smile that held more than just amusement.
Mika, cheeks already pink from the warmth of the sake, tried to mimic Sayuri's elegance but nearly tipped her cup over.
Akihiro's first instinct was to reach out, but a small wave of heat raced through him as he realized how close she had leaned.
"Careful," he muttered, voice tight, trying to keep control.
Reika rolled her eyes, grabbing a larger cup, grinning as she slammed it down.
"Pfft, elegance is overrated. Just drink," she said, leaning slightly against Akihiro, who tensed at the proximity. "Let's see how long you can maintain that perfect composure of yours."
The Nezuko-sensei clapped her hands once, loudly, commanding attention.
"Enough chatter. Drink, enjoy, and observe. But remember—this is training, in its own way. Learn how to handle distractions, temptation… accidents happen, and you must respond."
Akihiro took a slow sip, feeling the heat spread through his chest. Almost immediately, that familiar, perverted voice in his head whispered with sharp enthusiasm:
Go! Just go for it! Enjoy it all!
His logical self—usually cold and calculating—groaned internally, but this time it sounded slurred, tipsy:
…Uh, maybe… maybe I can handle… just… cautiously…
Sayuri leaned closer, brushing a hand casually along his shoulder as she laughed at a small stumble Mika made, and Akihiro felt the fine balance of concentration and desire nearly tip. The voice perverted purred:
Look at them! So close! So tempting! Just one move…
Meanwhile, Mika tried to pour more sake into everyone's cups, hands shaking slightly, accidentally spilling some onto Akihiro's leg.
He flinched, heat surging through him, and the voice logic mumbled drunkenly:
Okay… maybe… just a little… observation…
Reika smirked, leaning in with her own cup, deliberately bumping him lightly with her hip.
"Don't look so stiff," she teased, voice husky.
"The more relaxed you are, the better we see your limits."
Sayuri gave a malicious smile, her eyes sparkling. "No one is going to eat you here, you know? Not yet…"
Reika laughed a dry laugh. "And you're not going to eat anything either, easy, boy," she finished, her tone indifferent, but with a touch of amusement.
They laughed in unison, a sound that was the perfect mix of mockery and camaraderie.
Nezuko, oblivious to the mess, simply brought the cup to her lips and drank the sake, her eyes fixed on the scene, a glint of amusement in them.
Mika, on the other hand, just watched, her head tilted to the side, confusion plastered on her face.
The sensei noticed, of course, and gave him a sharp glance, her own smirk teasing. "Remember," she said, voice dipping low,
"keep your wits about you. Or I might have to test your control… physically."
The three laughed in unison, and Mika, still not understanding why, ended up laughing along. "Test how, sensei? Test us so we can see!" she asked with innocent curiosity.
Reika and Sayuri burst into laughter, a loud and scandalous sound that echoed through the room. Akihiro, despite his nervousness, felt an involuntary smile on his face. The sensei had been put on the spot, and he found the situation hilarious.
Nezuko placed a finger over her lip, her eyes still sparkling with mischief, and said in a provocative whisper: "Should I?"
Akihiro held his breath.
The sensei laughed, a soft and amused chuckle.
"Easy, boy," she said, her voice calm and amused, and Akihiro felt his body relax.
His reaction, to freeze in place, was so bizarre that Mika started to laugh, a contagious laugh, not understanding why he had become so tense.
The night transformed into a dance of sips, laughter, and chaotic moments.
Mika, with an excessive sip of sake, tripped over a cushion, and collapsed to her knees, dangerously close to his lap, with a shrill and genuine laugh.
She apologized, her face burning a shade of red. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Akihiro, I'm so clumsy!" she murmured, trying to get up.
Sayuri, taking the chance, slid closer, like a snake.
She adjusted a strand of hair behind her ear, and whispered close to his ear, with a feline smile:
"I think she needs help… or maybe she needs a shoulder to lean on, no?" Her hand, for an instant, touched his thigh, sending a shiver through his body. The touch was deliberate, and her eyes sparkled with a malice that wasn't there before.
Reika, who was watching, gave a scornful smile.
She leaned in, deliberately bumping her shoulder against his, and Akihiro felt the girl's proximity.
"I think Sayuri is right," she provoked, her voice in a whisper, "you're a walking disaster. I hope you're at least good at fighting for real, because you have the composure of a piece of wood. Otherwise we'll have to find another use for you…"
Akihiro felt his throat tighten and forced himself to remain calm. Nezuko-sensei was watching him, and her smile deepened. She was enjoying seeing the pressure he was being subjected to. Every touch, every laugh, and every whisper was a lesson and a test.
Nezuko gave a gentle smile, her golden eyes sweeping over the three girls. "Don't think the test is just for him. You are also being tested. To see if you can control your own instincts and emotions in the midst of the chaos you yourselves create."
The three girls froze for a second, the amusement in their eyes replaced by a sharp seriousness. But the pause was brief; soon the familiar glint returned to their gazes, as if the revelation was something they already knew, an inevitable rule of the game.
Akihiro's mind spun between desire, instinct, and strategy. The voice perverted was relentless:
This is perfect! Every touch, every accident… go! Don't resist!
And the logical side, drunk on both alcohol and adrenaline, slurred an agreement:
…Fine… maybe just… one… controlled response…
He maneuvered carefully, trying to maintain composure while letting himself feel, just at the edge, the warmth and proximity of everyone around him.
Every sip and every stumble was a balance: pleasure as training, chaos as practice.
The night stretched on with bursts of laughter, teasing, and subtle provocations, each member of the team testing his limits without a single spoken command.
The lessons were clear: in Team 69, distractions could be as lethal as any jutsu, and survival meant mastering both mind and body… even when the mind was whispering seductively and the body was betraying him.
By the end of the evening, Akihiro leaned back, sweat and alcohol warming his skin, katana resting loosely by his side.
His heart pounded, but somewhere deep in the turmoil, he knew: he had survived the first true test of chaos, seduction, and unpredictability—and had gained invaluable insight into how to navigate a team where every glance and touch could be both a threat and an advantage.