As the clothes slide down, revealing the close-fitting black mesh tights inside.
The fabric outlines graceful curves, attracting frequent sideways glances from the male ninjas around them.
Shikamaru looked at her actions and couldn't help but worry.
He knew that Temari was not good at drinking, and every time he got drunk, he would become extremely lively, and even make some unexpected moves.
Thinking of this, he decided to take action.
"It's time to go back to the room and rest." Shikamaru said in a low voice.
"Don't! I still want to play..." Temari shook his body coquettishly.
Shikamaru reluctantly used the shadow imitation technique, controlling her steps towards the room. Along the way, the drunken Temari stumbled around, muttering non-stop: "It's so boring... I still want to drink..."
Finally bringing her to the room, Shikamaru just relaxed, only to find that the situation
had become trickier.
Temari ran around the room like a naughty child, rolling on the bed for a while, and running to the window to sing to the moon.
"It's hide and seek!" She giggled and hid behind the screen.
Shikamaru took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising desire in his body. The effect of alcohol made his sanity gradually fade, and the picture in front of him made his heart beat faster.
"Stop making trouble," he growled, "go to bed."
"Don't~" Temari poked his head out from behind the screen and made a face at him, "
You come to catch me!" "
Shikamaru could no longer endure this torture. He quickly sealed and launched an even more powerful shadow binding technique. A black shadow wrapped around Temari's body like a snake, holding her firmly on the bed.
"Hmm... Let me go! Temari struggled, but the more he twisted, the tighter the shadow
became.
"Be obedient." Shikamaru leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Under the dual influence of alcohol and desire, the atmosphere between the two became more and more hot. The moonlight shines through the window on the bed, adding a bit of hazy beauty to this late-night beauty.
"Wait... Shikamaru, are you drunk? Temari's voice was a little flustered, but there was a
certain expectation hidden.
"Not drunk," Shikamaru's low voice was full of danger, "I'm more sober than ever." For
the past few years, I have been thinking about this moment. "
His slender fingers stroked her chest, rubbing it through the mesh fabric. The rough material irritated her sensitive skin and made her tremble.
"Don't..." She protested weakly, but her body rubbed into his palm uncontrollably.
Shikamaru sneered and suddenly pulled away the tights that were in the way.
The sound of cloth tearing was particularly harsh in the silent night, accompanied by a
crisp "clatter" sound, and the black mesh fabric cracked in response, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin.
The sudden coolness made Temari shiver suddenly, and the wine sobered up for seven
points. She instinctively curled up, but was imprisoned by the shadow, and could only show her shame.
"Look, isn't this pretty?" Shikamaru enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of her with satisfaction, and the moonlight plated her ketone body with a layer of holy silver, "Sure enough, as I expected, the pearl of the desert is still dazzling even if the clothes have faded. "
"Bastard... You wicked-eyed Konoha fox..." Temari gritted his teeth, but tears welled up
from the corners of his eyes.
Shikamaru leaned over and held her earlobe in his mouth, gnawing softly: "Now you know to call me a fox?" Why did you go early? "
"Ugh... Let me go..."
"No," his kiss went all the way down, leaving a red mark on her neck, "I won't miss such an opportunity again." "
Shikamaru's lips and tongue lingered on her collarbone, and then slowly moved down.
Under the moonlight, he could see the fine particles on the snow-white skin caused by tension.
"Hmm... Don't lick there..." Temari gasped, and his voice was already full of charm.
Shikamaru turned a deaf ear and continued to explore downwards with the tip of his tongue. When he held the cherry red, her body in his arms shook violently.
"It's very sensitive here..." He deliberately intensified the sucking, and the other free hand honestly kneaded the softness on the other side.
"Ah... No... It's too much..." Temari raised his head, and his slender neck drew a beautiful arc.
Shikamaru let go of the ravaged red buds and looked up at his masterpiece.
Two red plums bloomed on the snow-white peaks, trembling slightly with her breathing.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, feeling the evil fire in his body burning more and more.
"This is the scenery I think about day and night..." He whispered, lowering his head again to hold one of the flowers in his mouth, grinding gently with his teeth.
"Ugh... lightly..." Temari arched his body, trying to escape from this overly strong pleasure, but was firmly fixed in place by the shadow.
Shikamaru's large hands roamed over her smooth skin, and flames ignited everywhere
he went. He lingered on her chest for a long time until they became swollen and hot