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Nezuko stared at him, the bonfire illuminating her face.
"You've surprised me, Akihiro. Your chakra control is impressive. But..." She paused, her eyes fixed on the flames.
"But, Sensei... why like this?" Akihiro spoke while trying to avoid the image of Sayuri in a daring white bikini, Reika in a tight black swimsuit, and dear Mika in a bikini awkwardly small for her assets.
"Sensei, it's too small..." Mika tried to adjust the uncomfortable garment; even small, it hid impressive assets when exposed.
The bikini top was tiny and only covered her nipples, and the bottom...
Gulp... Akihiro swallowed hard.
The line of her groin was marked; if it slid slightly to the side... she'd be exposed.
Mika was essentially naked, the bikini only concealing the important parts. She didn't seem to mind.
"Fufufu..." Sayuri giggled as if she could see more than anyone, probably planning something.
"Nezuko-sensei, I think I should get a bikini too," Reika said with resentment toward her outfit, which differed from the others.
Nezuko smiled longly like a cat.
"Of course, dear, it has to be this way. And Reika, calm down, look here."
As if to prove a point or merely to appease Reika, Nezuko-sensei removed her robe, and underneath, she wore a white, form-fitting one-piece swimsuit.
"But do I have to wear this too?" Akihiro complained, having been forced to wear only a large speedo that made him constantly hunch over to prevent his member from poking out.
Nezuko let out a low, sensual laugh, her fox eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Yes, you too, Akihiro. Because the most dangerous 'genjutsu' isn't one that attacks you, but one that pleases you... It makes you want to stay, where you don't know what is real and what is a lie. The enemies, Aritomi, will use your desires and weaknesses against you. The beauty, the warmth, the proximity... everything is a weapon. Tonight, the enemy is not a chakra clone, but your own mind. Their bodies, their distractions, are the bait. Your mission, Akihiro, is to maintain your composure. Remain a ninja."
The tension in the air transformed into a subtle expectation. Reika, Sayuri, and Mika sat down, and the bonfire crackled, shadows dancing on the floor. Nezuko picked up a bottle of saquĂȘ, offering a cup to Akihiro. He hesitated but accepted.
They drank in silence for a while, the sound of the fire and the crickets filling the air.
Akihiro felt the heat in the room increase, and not just because of the saquĂȘ flowing through his veins. The giggles had turned into murmurs, the teasing into gazes, and the air itself seemed heavierâladen with something unspoken.
Mika, flushed and laughing, stretched across the table with a soju bottle too big for her hands. Her hand slipped and, with a startled squeak, the bottle tipped, spilling some of the icy liquid directly onto Akihiro's chest and lap, making him 'wake up.'
"Ah! I'm-I'm sorry!" she squeaked, eyes wide, cheeks burning.
The soju instantly drenched his body.
Akihiro tried to move away, but the floor was slippery, and he grabbed a chair to keep from falling.
"L-let me help!" Mika rushed over, grabbing a napkin.
She started frantically drying his chest with quick movements, oblivious to the proximity or what she was touching.
Reika let out a low, malicious laugh. "Look at that, Mika. What did I tell you about wanting to 'suck something out of him'? You don't have to be so direct!" Mika froze, the napkin in her hand stopping mid-air.
Akihiro looked down and saw that something had 'said hello,' he shrank back, tucking his member away.
"Ara~ara~" Sayuri looked at him and covered her mouth... a pink blush stained her cheeks.
'Damn, she saw...'
Mika looked at Reika's face, then at the napkin, and finally at Akihiro's chest. The color deepened in her face.
"No... it's not like that! I just... I just wanted to dry the liquid!"
Sayuri smiled, her look malicious, and she slowly licked her lips.
"Sure, dear. We believe you~"
Akihiro, trying to maintain his composure, swallowed hard.
Mika's hand was still on his chest, and her proximity, along with the girls' joke, was almost unbearable.
Sayuri started running her fingers along his arm and giggling.
He tried to concentrate, but her perfume, the innocence on her face, and the malice in the air were suffocating him.
Akihiro took a deep breath, attempting to activate his Byakugan, but every muscle in his body trembled under the effect of the situation. He closed his eyes for an instant, feeling the flow of the girls' chakra like irregular waves trying to pull him in all directions.
He didn't even need his special eyes to see them...
His mind screamed for concentration, but every touch, every movement, and every laugh was a current trying to divert his focus.
He murmured a mantra to himself, "Control... control... it's not just physical, it's mental."
His member seemed to disagree and was frantically seeking fresh air, forcing Akihiro to stay hunched over.
Nezuko-sensei, still relaxed with her cup, watched in silence. When Akihiro's eyes met hers, she made an 'Okay' sign with her fingers and then a 'thumbs up.' Akihiro read her lips: 'big.'
'She... Sensei saw too...'
Her gaze was sharp but amused. "Composure~" she said, her voice cutting through the fog. "This is what it looks like when it's truly tested."
Akihiro nodded stiffly, trying to ignore the heat rising in his chestâand other places.
Nezuko gave an enigmatic smile, the smoke from her saquĂȘ cup dissipating. "The training isn't over yet, Akihiro~~" she said, her voice calm and dangerous. "The next step is learning to maintain focus under direct attack. The enemy can come from all directions and forms~"
She gestured to the girls. "Girls, show our friend the true meaning of distraction. Sayuri, begin."
Sayuri stood up with the feline grace of someone who masters every step, her feet touching the ground almost soundlessly. The white bikini contrasted with her lightly tanned skin, outlining every curve precisely. Her ample breasts swayed provocatively.
She looked at Akihiro teasingly, slowly biting her lower lip, making the training even more intense.
"That bikini looks like it's going to fall off at any moment, doesn't it, Akihiro?" Reika provoked.
Akihiro swallowed hard. "No... no it won't... but... it's impossible..."
"Be careful, Akihiro... if you lose focus, I might confuse you even more~~~" Sayuri whispered, with a malicious smile.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she were dancing a choreography just for him. Her hips swayed gently, following the rhythm of her arms that floated through the air like silk, as the firelight danced over her, highlighting every contour.
"Every distraction is a test... don't fall for it~" Sensei tried to warn him, but it sounded more like a provocation.
Akihiro tried to look away, shrinking back, but the combination of her posture, confidence, and the hypnotic sway of her body kept him captivated, as if every gesture had been planned to seize his attention.
His focus seemed to concentrate on the most provocative details: her breasts, outlined by the thin bikini fabric, rose and fell with her body's movement, accompanying every step with a natural sensuality.
Her narrow waist emphasized the contrast with her gently swaying hips, her sculpted butt completing the hypnotic rhythm that captured all eyes.
Every curve seemed to come alive under the warm firelight, reflecting on the wet, white fabric of the bikini, provoking a fascination that was almost impossible to ignore.
Nezuko watched, nearly amused: "Interesting... he really can't look away."
Akihiro felt his heart accelerate, dominated by Sayuri's silent magnetism.
Next, it was Reika's turn. She stood up with the posture of a predator, her muscles tense beneath the tight black one-piece swimsuit, which emphasized every line of her athletic body. Her movements were strong, intense, almost aggressive, as if every step was a demonstration of dominance... but her breasts... her nipples... they were erect and clearly defined through the swimsuit.
'Damn...' it was increasingly difficult to prevent his member from escaping the speedo.
She gave her own butt a quick, provocative slap, laughing maliciously, playing with Akihiro.
"Be careful not to distract Akihiro too much, huh? Or you'll have to face the consequences~" Sayuri chuckled, taking a provocative step.
"You only say that because you're experienced... and you like to provoke!" Reika countered, arching an eyebrow.
"Look, he's turning red just by looking at you!" Sayuri teased.
"Shhh... don't spoil the surprise!" Reika replied, smiling maliciously.
Every contraction of her muscles seemed to hypnotize Akihiro even further, making it impossible to look away. The black of the suit accentuated the contours of her body, creating a play of light and shadow that heightened the sensuality of Reika's strength, mixing danger and desire in every dominating gesture.
"Sensei, do I have to sway like that too?" Mika asked desperately.
And then, Mika stood up. She was still flushed and confused, her big eyes shining with reckless determination that contrasted with her shyness. Her movements were clumsy, almost tripping, yet there was something mesmerizing about her innocence.
Akihiro needed to be careful not to focus on the fabric because... when she danced, it almost revealed more than it should.
'Pink...'
Every gesture seemed spontaneous, without the intention of seduction, and yet it captivated Akihiro's attention. The contrast between her lack of experience and her quiet courage to remain in the center of the room made her presence irresistible, as if her very vulnerability was an overwhelming magnetism.
"Hey, it's not fair to stare like that!" Mika tried to defend herself with wide eyes.
'Damn, I stared too much...'
The tiny bikini she wore exposed the delicate contours of her body, highlighting her still modest breasts, her narrow hips, and the small butt that involuntarily swayed with every movement; even though small, it combined with her petite figure, giving the impression of being large.
Her youthful form mixed with the softness of her curves created an even more provocative effect, making it impossible for Akihiro to look away.
The lightness of her gestures, the shy tremor in her legs, and the way the bikini adjusted to her every move transformed her awkward dance into a dangerously captivating spectacle.
"Hey, watch out!" Akihiro reached out a hand.
"No... it's nothing, I just almost fell..." Mika laughed, blushing.
Sayuri whispered: "Looks like someone is going to need more balance training..."
"Akihiro, don't blush! You're starting to look like the bonfire too!" Mika carefully warned him.
Nezuko stood up last, with the posture of a true jounin. Her movements were smooth, controlled, and confident, as if every step had a purpose. Unlike the genin, she didn't need to exaggerate her gestures to attract attention; the authority in her body and the absolute control over every muscle made her every movement mesmerizing.
'I can't look like this... but it's impossible...'
Akihiro felt the weight of her gaze, serious and intense, piercing him as she glided across the center of the room, conveying both power and sensuality.
The training intensified even more when Nezuko subtly drew her cleavage together, emphasizing her authority and sensuality, testing Akihiro's composure.
"Concentration, Akihiro. The test has begun." Sensei spoke slowly while staring at him.
The white, form-fitting swimsuit outlined every curve of the sensei, from her ample breasts that moved with precision at every step, to her firm hips and rounded butt that swayed subtly. The way the light reflected on the tight fabric emphasized the line of her long legs and slender waist, making every gesture simultaneously elegant and provocative.
Akihiro noticed a slight bulge in the back of Sensei's outfit...
'It looks... it looks like a plug...'
He widened his eyes at the realization. Sensei stared at him and chuckled.
The combination of authority, body control, and natural sensuality made it difficult for anyone watching her to look away, as if Nezuko's very presence dominated the room.
Akihiro felt the composure he had built crumble. He tried to close his eyes, which were following Sensei's hips, almost activating his Byakugan to be sure... but Nezuko's voice cut him off. "Don't look away. Face the distraction."
He took a deep breath, trying to use his Byakugan to see the 'chakra flow' in their bodies.
'A plug... she really is wearing one...'
Nezuko approached, her gaze fixed on Akihiro. "Feel their 'chakra,' don't just see it~ Differentiate desire from distraction. If you yield, the enemy will have the advantage. Every sensation is an illusion, every smile can be a trap. Master your mind before it masters your body."
But their chakra was so chaotic, so unpredictable, that he couldn't concentrate.