Capítulo 190: Chapter 190
"Meet you at the usual spot," Asuma states, nodding at Naruto before he leaves.
Turning to his gorgeous sensei, Naruto casually asks, "so, what'd you want to talk about?"
Shaking her head by the unplanned turn of events, Kurenai mundanely tells Naruto, "come with me."
With a happy nod from the blond, they walk the much more crowded streets of Konoha. The open shops are buzzing with chatty activity, discount signs hang in every available cord or post, featured services for the month were being yelled out around the street, or services are being hung or merchandise carts where traversing the streets due to the welcome influx of travelers, families, out-of-country traders, and journeymen from distant countries.
When they enter the nearest tea shop, it's far too lively to have a private conversation. The intelligent kunoichi didn't need more than a second to simply make her way up the side of the wall to the roof with the blond following right behind. Judging Naruto's old apartment to be the closest privacy she could hope for, they sprint for nearly fifteen minutes, but before they could rest, the pair had to rid the abandoned building of a bunch of gangsters and thugs trying to set up their base.
Once in the living room of Naruto's old room, Kurenai comments, "I heard about Karin-chan. I can't tell you how happy I am you found some family in this world. It's truly an amazing gift." The blank white room lost all its furnishing and with no place to sit, Kurenai leans against the wall near the balcony door.
"Thanks," Naruto says, opening the sliding door to look out into the beautiful day of their village. "She's gone through a lot already, so I definitely want her to find a home here and know I'll be there for her from now on."
"I'm certain she will," Kurenai assures him with a small yet confident smile.
"Uh, I've been wondering," he starts, and Kurenai easily notes the blushing rising in his cheeks. Humored, she isn't surprised when he continues, "if I'm your student too, doesn't that mean we ought to celebrate too?" The double meaning in his voice is unmistakable to Kurenai and her body responds with blushing excitement. Turning to her, he asks with a bratty smirk, "not just 'one drink' though?" Though she tried, she couldn't restrain her broad smile as he adds, "maybe nine or ten rounds of 'drinks?' I mean, I'm parched here, sensei. Feels like I'll die if I don't drink something soon."
Kurenai's panties met with a flood of lubricating discharge she'd be more than happy if he licked up. Her heart began pounding and her face felt flush from the rush of hot blood flaming her neck and cheeks. Even beating up the thugs didn't get her this flushed as her thighs tightened at the clear intention in his clear baby-blue eyes of ravishing her body all night long.
It's been over two weeks since their last lesson, and in that time, her dildo has done a less and less adequate job of satisfying her active libido and the orange vibrator she purchased only helps with the worst pangs of her tireless lust or vivid fantasies. Her fierce hunger has grown to a fever pitch in that time. Her disciplined mind finds it better left ignored, fore if she thinks about how much she misses their deeply satisfying and intimate connection, she'd do something drastic like break into the room he was sleeping in before the preliminaries.
'That was before I witnessed his destructive strength and near-death,' she thought.
Even though she can see he's fine, her ribs still feel hollow simply by the memory of Uchiha-kun's vicious attack. Looking at him now, she wants to touch him, to feel him, but in the vulnerable open air, she hates that she has to control herself as she answers, "I've missed you… more than either of us imagined." Inhaling his unique scent of sunshine and forest, she notes, "so much has happened, I don't know what I want to do more; talk about it all or celebrate in a dark room for several hours."
"I don't see why both can't be an option. It's called pillow-talk for a reason, Nai-chan," he says with a wicked grin.
Rolling her red eyes with a luscious smile, Kurenai informs him, "I'll be having a proper celebration with my team tonight. Afterward, Hinata will return to her family for the weekend. I know you'd like to spend time with Karin-chan, but-"
"I do," Naruto's clone claims. He asserts, "the boss definitely wants to get to know Karin-chan better—we're starting our clan, after all—but, going any longer without seeing you feels like I'm going to be sick. This growing feeling reminds me a lot of when you're on an away-mission for too long." She observes the need in his expressive blue eyes equals her own when he achingly confesses, "it's like you're my village, and every day, I want to go back more and more, like I'm starving to come home-"
Despite the open view of the balcony doors, she abruptly places a finger to his lips. An aroused Kurenai feels so wet, if he said one more heartfelt word, she'd take the clone home and make do with him till he popped. Her heart is pumping hot life-sustaining blood throughout her body but no organ was more engorged with liquid life than her soaping sex.
She's moist enough to drench her panties and release her aroma in the air, though retains enough control to desire the real thing, and tells the clone, "I need you, Naruto, like a flower tolerates the nightly loss of the sun. I'm never more alive than when I'm with you, feeling all of your passion gushing inside of me. Expect the very moment you and I are finally free to be alone, I'm going to lap you up, suck you off, and squeeze every ounce of your white, hot, cum into me until I'm overflowing and leaking rivers. So, how much longer are you going to make your Nai-chan wait?"
Acting with pure horny instinct, a shocked clone whips out a clone kunai and committed harakiri right then and there. Watching the puff of round white smoke quickly fade, Kurenai smiles to the village she loves so much with giddy anticipation in her heart and wet excitement in her core.
SAKURA
Sitting in front of her custom and proficient desk with extended surface space for large print or book placement, elevated shelves for her color-coordinated pens, markers, brushes, and inks, and cabinets on either side of her, Sakura is chewing on a pen as she forms her training regiment. Creating goals, charts, and schedules have always come easy to her, however, at the moment, she's having difficulty with one part.
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