Akihiro moved nervously, desperately trying to adjust the swim briefs he was wearing, his face burning with shame. His eyes darted away from every corner of the room, but it was impossible to ignore the three kunoichis in front of him.
Reika, with a malicious grin, didn't miss the opportunity.
"Got a little problem there, Akihiro?" she said, leaning forward slightly, her arms crossed in a provocative manner.
Sayuri chuckled, gently nudging Reika.
"You must be used to calling it a 'little problem' to say that, right?"
Reika's face instantly went red, and she backed away quickly, waving her hands in denial.
"No! I... no! I'm not experienced... he's... a biggie! So big that... he probably wouldn't even fit in me!"
Akihiro swallowed hard, even more flustered, while Mika tried to hold back her laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. The situation was both embarrassing and hilarious, transforming the tension into a strange mix of laughter and general redness.
Sayuri walked away, laughing even louder, almost stumbling from holding it in, while Reika slowly realized what she had just blurted out. Her face became even redder, as if the blood had decided to concentrate only there. She brought her hands to her face, trying to regain composure, but Sayuri's contained cackle made it impossible.
Nezuko, in the background, let out a low, contained laugh, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched the scene unfold. Mika, still confused, frowned and asked, her childish voice full of curiosity:
"Wouldn't fit? A biggie?"
Reika stammered, shaking her head, even redder than before.
"N-no! No... it's just... I... I'm not experienced, seriously! He... he's... so big... so big that... I... I don't even know how to say it!"
Akihiro, practically red from head to toe, squeezed his swim briefs with his hands, desperate to cover what he couldn't control, while Sayuri and Mika couldn't stop laughing, and Reika tried, in vain, to save her own dignity. The situation was completely out of control, turning the room into a chaos of laughter, shame, and malicious teasing.
The collective laughter spread through the room like wildfire. Sayuri threw herself onto the floor from laughing so hard, her hands covering her mouth as she sobbed between bursts of humor. Mika, still confused, took small steps in a circle, looking alternately at Reika and Akihiro, trying to process what she had just heard.
"A biggie...? Wouldn't fit...?" she repeated, frowning as if it were an impossible riddle to solve.
Reika, utterly defeated by her own embarrassment, tried to hide behind her arm, but couldn't prevent some laughs from escaping. Her red face, tense body, and voice failing with every word only increased the comedic nature of the situation. She stammered:
"N-no... I... I didn't mean to say that...!" and each phrase only made her laugh more, along with Sayuri, who was incessantly provoking her.
Akihiro, desperate, clenched his briefs with maximum force, his knees slightly bent, trying to maintain some dignity. But every laugh, every provocative glance from Mika or Sayuri, only amplified the effect of the erection he struggled to hide. He almost fell backward trying to get away, not realizing that Nezuko, in the background, was chuckling softly, crossing her arms and shaking her head with an amused smile.
"Sayuri, you should be the one to say if he's big or not! You're the one with experience!" Reika sought revenge with all her might.
Sayuri smiled maliciously, but a slight blush appeared on her face, "He's big! But he definitely fits in you~"
"Eh?!" Reika froze, not expecting to be thrown back into the mess.
Nezuko-sensei leaned forward, causing Akihiro's eyes to be glued to her butt...
'Damn... now I can't stop looking...'
After discovering she wore a small anal plug, he no longer had the strength to avoid looking.
"Sayuri, stop teasing Reika, unless you want to teach her how to make it fit~" Sensei spoke maliciously as she turned her gaze to Akihiro, who coughed and looked at Mika.
"Maybe Sensei should be the one to teach~" Sayuri retorted mockingly, making Nezuko raise an eyebrow, surprised by the audacity.
"Maybe someone should be punished~" The intense look Sensei gave made Sayuri shiver.
The atmosphere became a perfect mix of ecchi and comedy: three genin laughing uncontrollably, Akihiro in complete despair, Reika oscillating between shame and uncontrollable laughter, Mika watching perplexed, and Nezuko observing the chaos as an amused spectator. Every second prolonged Akihiro's embarrassment, but also filled the entire room with a light, unexpected, and absurdly hilarious energy.
'If I let my guard down, I'll end up... humiliated.'
Before Akihiro could recover, Mika took a step forward and suddenly settled onto his lap. The impact was immediate: the unexpected softness of her body pressing against him left him completely disoriented; every inch of her seemed to absorb his full attention. His heart raced, his breathing became irregular, and the sensation of heat rising through his body left him in an almost paralyzing state.
Sayuri, whispering provocatively:
"Look at that... looks like someone got a 'special seat,' huh, Akihiro?" she said, biting her lip and looking directly at him. "Maybe I should consider him the special seat of Team 69? fufufu~"
Mika, feeling his discomfort, blushed and mumbled, almost to herself:
"Ouch... it's poking me... something is poking my butt..."
Reika, laughing maliciously, "She doesn't even realize what she's doing... but you do, right?"
Sayuri just covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
Akihiro tried to adjust discreetly, attempting to maintain some composure, but Mika's presence on his lap, so unexpected and soft, made any control of the situation impossible. She, in turn, just leaned lightly on his shoulders, still blushing, not fully realizing the confusion she was causing.
'Damn! I was already struggling to keep it from escaping... now with Mika on my lap, I can only pray that nothing happens.'
Nezuko-sensei looked critically, "See? Every move is a test of concentration!" her look shifted to humor, "It definitely won't fit, too small."
Reika and Sayuri laughed at the joke.
Reika gave Mika a strange look as she laughed, while Sayuri, for her part, seemed excited.
Mika shifted slightly in Akihiro's lap, trying to adjust, and the sudden contact made him swallow hard. Her hip pressing against his unexpectedly increased the sensory chaos even more, every tiny movement of hers being felt with exaggerated intensity.
Reika, provoking, "You can almost see his effort to control himself... maybe I should rescue him?"
Mika didn't seem to notice—or didn't care. Her bare thigh pressed lightly against his, and the contact sent a shock down his spine.
Sayuri, chuckling softly, "This is practically... well, it's really cool to watch. Maybe I should try sometime." but her tone showed it was mere teasing.
It was as if the world had slowed down for Akihiro. Every inch of her skin that touched his seemed to vibrate with electricity. Mika's body heat merged with his, creating a contact zone where time stopped and the senses intensified.
'Maybe I should just give up... just accept it...'
Her scent, sweet and floral, invaded his nostrils like a seduction jutsu, and the sound of her breathing, soft and rhythmic, seemed to synchronize with the accelerated beats of his heart.
The texture of her skin, soft and warm, contrasted with the firmness of Akihiro's muscles, creating a tactile tension that spread throughout his body.
Every involuntary movement from Mika—a hip adjustment, a slight thigh brush, a sigh—was like a sensory explosion that reverberated down his spine. He felt her warmth seep into his skin, as if the touch were a flame that didn't burn, but consumed.
The sound of her voice, even in murmurs, seemed to echo inside his mind, amplifying every sensation. The girls' laughter immediately exploded. Reika laughed loudly, almost falling backward, while Sayuri clapped and guffawed uncontrollably.
Even Mika gave a nervous giggle, realizing the effect of her movements, without knowing exactly what to do. Nezuko, in the background, let out a low chuckle, shaking her head with an amused smile.
"I think that went too far..." she commented, her voice calm, but loaded with amusement, watching the situation unfold like a small storm of confusion and laughter.
Akihiro tried to recover, but every adjustment from Mika only increased his despair, while she mumbled softly, not fully understanding the intensity of the effect she was causing.
"Ouch... there has to be a more comfortable way..."
'The only way to stop poking you... is if I take off the briefs and rest my cock between your legs over your groin... then nothing would poke you...'
He involuntarily ended up thinking of a way to make her more comfortable.
The laughter gradually subsided, but the atmosphere was still charged with tension and confusion. Sayuri, noticing his internal struggle, began to discreetly play with Reika's hair, lightly pulling it and provoking laughter. Akihiro closed his eyes, clenching his fists, trying to separate the chaos around his mind from the training that was happening.
"It's nice to sit on your lap... but why are you keeping this here? If you take it off, it'll be better," Mika pouted, not understanding what was happening.
"It's better if I don't take it off..." Akihiro ended up speaking softly.
"Huh? Why not? Take it off!" she insisted.
Reika and Sayuri started moving again, resuming the dance with renewed energy, their bodies moving provocatively, every gesture hypnotizing Akihiro, who was still trying, in vain, to ignore Mika's constant contact on his lap.
Mika, still blushing and a little confused, adjusted her hip from time to time, trying to settle down without realizing the effect she was causing.
"Just take it off! Is Akihiro-kun provoking me?"
Every minimal movement sent waves of sensation to Akihiro, who could barely breathe properly, while the other girls continued to dance excitedly, their laughter echoing through the room.
Mika, without realizing, leaned in even more, resting her face close to Akihiro's shoulder as she tried to get comfortable. A slight sweet floral scent invaded his nostrils, and for an instant, he wondered if he could maintain concentration.
"Mika... you need to be still..." he tried to negotiate with her, but her focus was on finding a more comfortable way.
Nezuko, in the background, frowned slightly, concern evident. "Mika... be careful how you treat others... you're not the only one uncomfortable," she said in a soft voice, trying to maintain control of the situation before the boy's despair became even more evident.
The contrast between the lightness of the dance and the silent chaos on Akihiro's lap created a climate of comic and sensual tension at the same time, leaving everyone—except Mika, who seemed innocently oblivious—in a state of alertness and amusement.
Akihiro instinctively held Mika close to his body. The heat of her body pressed against his sent small waves of discomfort and fascination simultaneously.
"Akihiro is acting funny, hehe."
Every little laugh from Mika seemed to echo inside Akihiro, constantly reminding him how impossible it was to maintain composure. He felt her perfume, sweet and floral, mix with the heavy air of the room, amplifying the confusion of his senses.
'Acting funny...? I'm trying to keep my briefs from falling... trying to keep my cock from being exposed... preventing myself from focusing on the feeling of you unconsciously rubbing against me...'
Akihiro took a deep breath, trying to rationalize the situation, but Mika's unexpected proximity made him tense. Every minimal movement of hers against his chest seemed coordinated with the other girls' laughter, testing his mental resilience and ninja discipline in ways he never imagined.
"Akihiro-kun, just take it off!"
Mika, oblivious to the intensity of the effect she was causing, leaned slightly forward, adjusting her body and making the proximity even more intense. The sweet, soft aroma of her hair invaded his nostrils, and Akihiro felt his head spin, trying to remember that all this was part of a training exercise. Every small adjustment from her was a burst of stimulus: a hip bump, the slight slide of her thigh, every minimal movement carried a tension that Akihiro could barely endure.
Sayuri and Reika could no longer hold back their laughter, exchanging knowing glances, whispering silent provocations that only increased Akihiro's psychological torture.
"He can't take it, can he?" Sayuri murmured, and Reika let out a muffled giggle, enjoying her friend's despair. "But he's enjoying it! Mika seems happy."
Every involuntary touch—a hip movement, a thigh brush, Mika's soft, light body against him—seemed to carry an electrical charge that ran through Akihiro entirely. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried, once again, to focus on controlling his mind, but the distraction was complete.
"Ok-ok, too far! Too far!" Nezuko finally interrupted, her voice firm, cutting through the tension, but charged with amusement. Mika frowned, looking at the sensei with a hint of indignation.
"Hey! I didn't do anything wrong..." she mumbled, still blushing, not fully understanding the problem, but her body seemed to understand.
Akihiro, instinctively, held Mika firmly against him, blocking any attempt by Nezuko to separate them. His heart pounded, mixing relief and despair. He looked at Nezuko, his voice almost pleading:
"Please... it's better if she doesn't leave now..."
'My cock slipped out! Now only Mika's body is concealing it.'
Nezuko raised an eyebrow, immediately grasping the situation. The jōnin's sharp gaze swept over Akihiro and Mika, and she let out an amused sigh.
"Ah, I see... well, let's avoid further complications."
With a subtle gesture, she signaled Reika and Sayuri, who left the room still laughing and exchanging malicious glances, the amusement clearly stamped on their faces. The sound of their laughter echoed down the hallway as the door closed behind them.
Nezuko turned back to Mika, now with a soft but firm smile.
"Mika, come here."
Akihiro, finally relieved, carefully released her, still holding her hands for a few seconds before backing away. Mika walked to Nezuko, casting one last curious look at Akihiro, still blushing, but visibly happy with the attention.
"What is that thing there...? was that what was poking me...?"
Nezuko chuckled, running her hand through the genin's hair in a maternal yet amused way.
"Now we can continue the training in a more... controlled manner," she said, keeping her voice calm, but with a perceptible hint of malice.
Akihiro felt despair surge instantly. It was impossible to hide the state of his body; every attempt to disguise it only increased the feeling of vulnerability. His hands trembled slightly, and the heat in his face rose to almost unbearable levels.
Nezuko, immediately noticing what was happening, let out a low, amused, and almost maternal laugh. Her gaze, still firm and controlled, swept over Akihiro for a few moments, assessing his reaction without judgment—her eyes lingered for a long second on the exposed cock.
"Well... good night, Akihiro," she said, her voice calm, but with that touch of amusement only she could give. "It is big, indeed~ fufu~" she murmured softly.
Nezuko turned and left the room with Mika, who was trying to get a good look at what 'poked' her earlier, leaving Akihiro alone, blushing from head to toe, his body in maximum tension, and his mind in a whirlwind of shame, confusion, and excitement.
'They only saw my cock... it's no big deal... it's really no big deal... right?'
The silence after they left seemed almost deafening. Akihiro leaned lightly against the wall, trying to regain some control, while the memory of the contact and the situation remained too vivid for any serious concentration to be possible.
'No... it can't be... not now... my body... why... why is it like this?! It's impossible... my cock... it looks like it wants to pierce, challenge, scream against the whole world! How... how will I recompose myself... how will I face Nezuko-sensei after this... or Sayuri, Reika, and especially... Mika?'
He felt every fiber of his body vibrate with that tension, every heavy breath fueling the internal chaos. It was as if a part of him was completely out of control, defying any logic or self-control he might have.
'They know...'
The despair mixed with shame created an almost suffocating sensation, and for a few seconds, Akihiro imagined himself curled up, begging for the world to simply disappear... or at least for Nezuko not to fully notice the state he was in.
'Why did they mock me and not stop it...?'
Every memory of Mika's touch, every involuntary movement, every unconscious hip adjustment, seemed etched into his skin, reverberating in his chest, his thighs, every muscle struggling to stay firm. He breathed deeply, trying to rationalize, but the heat, the sensation of her softness, the sweet floral scent, and the distant echo of laughter still hung in the room, hammering his mind.
"Control... resistance... it's just training... it's not real..." he muttered to himself, clenching his fists, but the image of Mika's innocence mixed with the physical intensity of the contact made any real self-control impossible.
But the mantra seemed increasingly false. Maybe control only comes after losing all resistance... maybe the right thing was to dive into his desires so it wouldn't be so desperate...
Akihiro stepped away from the wall, breathing deeply, his knees still slightly trembling, trying to regain composure.
'I'll try... I'll try to resolve this with Hinata-chan... but using her to vent my desires... doesn't seem right... maybe... Ayame...?'
The body heat, the tension, and the shame flushed his face more than any physical training could cause. He closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of Mika's flushed face, Sayuri's laughter, and Reika's contained giggle, but everything seemed to echo in an amplified way, making concentration impossible.
'Damn... I need to resolve this quickly.'
Finally, after a few minutes that felt like hours, he let out a sigh, resting his forehead against the wall. Every muscle in his body was still alert, every fiber still vibrating with residual tension. It was impossible to ignore the reality: the mental training Nezuko proposed had been more intense than any physical jutsu, and the lesson in resistance, though comical, had been completely... overwhelming.
'I really have a serious problem with this... I'll have to solve it soon. How did Sensei figure this out so quickly...? she really is a good Sensei!'
Akihiro, alone, blushing, confused, was breathing heavily, trying to regain some composure. The world around him was silent, but in his mind, the chaos of the training remained alive—every laugh, every touch, every provocation remained as an uncomfortable reminder of how out of control his body had been.
Akihiro closed his eyes again, murmuring:
"How... how will I face everyone tomorrow...? How will I train without... without... this happening again? Sayuri seemed to have some experience... maybe I should ask her for advice...? Or Sensei? Maybe even help from Reika...?"
They were important team members and would probably, besides provoking him, try to help him in the best way, right?