Primetime: Chapter 26
Welcome to Chapter 26 of Primetime.
Tags: Uzumaki Kushina, MILF, Corruption, Cheating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
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Posted on: Apr 25 2025
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Chapter 26 : It was two now is it three?
It was early morning.
Jin seethed in his hotel room, one of the finest suites in the entire resort. Silk curtains swayed with the sea breeze, the expensive air purifier humming softly near the wall. But all of it felt wasted. Useless.
He was pissed.
Pissed at the world. Pissed at himself. But most of all, pissed at Yami.
Because Yami had duped him.
Oh, how easily he had been played. And the worst part? He couldn't even deny it. The pieces had been there. He had just chosen to ignore them.
He clenched his jaw, the espresso on the side table untouched, cooling steadily as his rage simmered.
It had all started right after he greeted Kushina near her room, still flushed and unsteady from her romp in the honeymoon suite.
Flashback Start
Jin had returned to his room after flustering the redhead. Her hair had been wild, that bright red tumbling messily over her shoulders. Her clothes were haphazard and a bit crumpled, hanging just a little off-center in a way that only happened when someone had worn them in a hurry. Her skin had that warm, glowing flush that came from more than just the sun.
He had smirked at the sight and greeted her casually, testing the waters. She'd given him only a distracted smile, soft, unfocused, almost like her mind was still tangled somewhere else before slipping into her room.
Jin had always had a fetish for making women as uncomfortable as possible. He enjoyed the tension, the fluster, the way their eyes flickered when they felt exposed. Talking to her wasn't just for fun it was his way of confirming his suspicion, of checking whether she really had been fucked in the honeymoon suite or not. And the way she looked… the way she moved…He was sure he had hit the target dead-on.
That was when Yami showed up near his room, timing had been too convenient now that he thought.
"Man," Yami had said, approaching with hands in his pockets, "I can't believe we lost to Gatou of all people in the bet. Jiraiya I could understand, but Gatou? Damn."
Jin scoffed. "Yeah, that midget knows how to play. Crafty little bastard."
Yami laughed lightly. "Tou-san always said money wins. Guess I should've paid more attention."
Jin nodded. "And Jiraiya sold us out. Let him win. What pisses me more that even after solding out and technically losing is he he out there fucked that redhead in the honeymoon suite."
Yami blinked. "He did? Really you confirmed ?" while in talk with Gatou, Yami may have agreed on but he had been a bit sceptical.
"Of course he did," Jin had said confidently, stepping closer like he was sharing a juicy secret. "I saw the redhead slut walking back to her room. I greeted her. That was her. Her hair was disheveled, wild. I know that look. I know when a woman's been taken for a ride."
Yami chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Really?"
He hadn't sounded convinced, but Jin noticed he didn't exactly call it a lie either. And Yami had always admitted Jin was sharp when it came to women. If Jin said she'd been fucked, odds were, she had.
"Damn lucky Jiraiya-san," Yami had muttered. "And I bet he's got some memoirs from that too, don't you think?"
Jin had grinned wide. "Definitely. That woman's turning out to be one hell of a teasing slut. Her hubby probably doesn't even know." Jin then leaned in slightly. "You know what? I'm going to test her tonight. I invited her for a walk after dinner."
Yami looked up. "You did?"
"Of course I did," Jin had said smugly. "I bet she'll be a bit easier now. Maybe I can blackmail her about her husband or something."
Yami had raised a brow. "Really? Blackmail? That's so crass. I prefer when they bend on their own."
"A win's a win," Jin had shrugged. "Either way, it all leads to the same place. Under me. And I will win."
Yami had looked at him, his gaze unreadable for a moment.
"You think you still have a chance? We're leaving tomorrow morning."
"The bet's not over until we land in Konoha," Jin replied confidently.
Yami smiled. "I like that. May the best man win. We may have lost to Gatou.. And Jiraiya, but I won't lose the bet with you."
"We'll see," Jin had said, grinning back.
Then Yami had looked down at his watch, deliberately tilting his wrist so the light caught it. The gesture was subtle, but the message was not. Jin saw it instantly. It was the one-time edition Senju crafted model. The casing used Ichihan green diamond fragments fused into the bezel, giving it a rare mineral sheen that shifted between emerald and jade depending on the angle. The dial was a deep matte black, smooth as ink, with gold hands shaped in the traditional Senju style. They were slender near the base and widened toward the tips, meant to resemble the hand seals of the clan's historic techniques. The strap was made from treated ironwood leather, a specialty of Senju Industry. It was firm yet flexible, holding the wrist like a quiet promise. Every single piece of the watch was handcrafted in their precision workshop in New Konoha's high-tech district, right above the research labs that produced secret high grade alloys for military contracts.
Jin recognized it immediately. It was the same watch he had bet against Yami years ago during a long, stupid night of drinking. He had lost it after three bottles and a bluff he never should have called. Seeing it again on Yami's wrist felt like a slap to the face, and Yami knew it.
Jin's grin faltered slightly. He clenched his jaw.
"Well," Yami said casually, "we've still got some time before dinner. How about a massage and other services? Last day here. Might as well enjoy it."
Jin had thought about it for a second. There was nothing suspicious. Nothing to suggest what was coming. But he should have been cautious.
"Sure," he nodded. "Let's go."
Flashback End
Jin gritted his teeth as he remembered it.
He should have been alert. Cautious. Especially after what he'd seen and said.
But the moment they entered the massage room, Yami had cracked open an expensive bottle of sake. Jin had tasted it. Rich, smooth. Untraceably strong.
He should have noticed. But he hadn't.
The next thing he remembered clearly was hours later. The clock had somehow jumped forward. Four, maybe five hours gone.
Another Flashback Start
He'd awoken groggy, limbs loose, brain fuzzy. The resort spa was dim, the masseuses gone.
And Yami? Nowhere in sight. Panic had set in.
He rushed back toward the banquet hall.
Dinner was over. Staff were clearing plates. Candles had burned down.
And there, at the far end near the bar, was Yami.
Dancing. With not one but two girls at his side. Drink in hand and laughing.
The same smug bastard.
And just like that, Jin knew.
He'd been played.
Yami had never wanted a massage. He just needed to get Jin out of the way.
And he had.
Perfectly.
Jin slammed his fist into the wall, breathing heavily.
The curtains fluttered behind him.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Shirt half-wrinkled, jaw stubbled, eyes burning with rage.
'You arrogant snake,' he thought. 'You planned this the whole damn time.'
He paced across the room, fury tightening every step.
The music was heavy, pulsing like a heartbeat through the walls of the banquet hall. Bodies swayed under dim, colored lights. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed. It was a celebration, a farewell, and for most, the end of a perfect evening. But not for Jin.
Not for the man walking through the crowd with fire in his chest and betrayal thick on his tongue.
His jaw was set tight, his fists clenched at his sides. And there, under the center light, surrounded by flirtatious girls and a scent of expensive perfume, was the reason for his fury.
Yami who grinned "Oh, look who's here. My favorite cousin," his voice loud over the music as he twirled one of the girls into a spin, her laughter ringing out as she melted back into his arms.
Jin didn't smile. "Kagetsu," he gritted out. His voice was nearly swallowed by the music.
Yami let the girl go gently, stepping away with a wink before sauntering toward Jin with the swagger of a man who had already won.
"Had a nice nap, Aika-wa..?" Yami said, flashing his signature smirk taunting his last name.
He placed a hand on Jin's shoulder and gestured for them to move out of the crowd, toward the side corridor where the music dimmed and conversation was possible.
They stepped into the quieter stretch near the balcony entrance. The night air wafted in through an open door.
"You dosed me, Kagetsu," Jin said, his voice low and controlled, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.
Yami grinned wider. "Well, nothing new for you. You dose girls too, don't you? Don't you do it too Aikawa.."
He chuckled as he raised his glass, then sipped slowly. "But today, I dosed you. Hehe."
He didn't even try to hide his gloating. He signaled to a nearby bartender, who began mixing another drink. Yami offered it to Jin with a playful gesture.
Jin waved it off, glaring. The bartender took the drink away.
"Why?" Jin asked, voice dark.
Yami tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Well, thank you, Aikawa. You had such a nice idea. Such a great plan. I decided to steal it."
The calm in his voice made Jin's blood boil.
But then a thought hit him. Jin frowned. "You didn't. You're bluffing."
Yami laughed. "You know me, Aikawa. I don't lie. Not about these things."
He beckoned him with a nod.
Jin hesitated and then followed. Not because he believed it fully, but because some part of him needed proof. He needed to know if the bet was truly over.
Yami led him through the balcony doors, out into the open air. The night was beautiful. Waves crashed gently in the distance. The moon hung high and proud.
Jin folded his arms. "I don't believe you."
Yami reached into his jacket and pulled something out. He unfolded it carefully.
Light blue netted lace. The bra and panties matched perfectly, delicate enough that they looked like they could tear from a single rough tug. Yami had let the tag show for just a second, pretending it was an accident. The sizes printed there matched exactly what he had researched about Kushina. He wanted Jin to notice. He wanted Jin to connect the dots. And Jin did.
The sight made Jin's stomach twist. He knew exactly what they were.
"Your plan worked. She was a bit easy today, really," Yami said with a smug grin.
His eyes softened slightly, not with sympathy but with the memory of what he had done.
"She came down dressed for innocence. That blouse, those soft eyes. But when we were out there, behind that rock on the beach..."
Yami exhaled deeply, his grin widening.
"I touched her. She moaned in my mouth. Her blouse fell like it wanted to be discarded. Her panties were soaked before I even tasted her. She was trembling under my mouth. She begged me without saying a word."
He chuckled, remembering.
"Her nipples in the moonlight... the way her legs parted when I slid between them. You should've heard the sounds she made. Her body was a storm, and I devoured it."
Jin clenched his fists tighter, the world tilting slightly. Yami continued, feeding on every reaction.
"And when she went down on me, cousin... Kami. Her mouth was art. Her throat, velvet. I had to stop her or I would've come too soon. She drained me, Jin. Drained me with those violet eyes staring right up at me."
Jin shook his head, trying to push the image away.
"That still doesn't prove anything," he said, voice hollow.
"Doesn't it?" Yami raised a brow. "Fine. You'll want more. I knew you would."
He took out his phone, tapped the screen, and brought up the gallery.
"I had a KTV crew member stationed quietly. Just in case."
He swiped to the first photo.
Kushina, arriving at the banquet hall. White linen A-line midi skirt. Blue-and-white striped cropped wrap blouse. Hair brushed out, cheeks still flushed from the beach.
Swipe.
A photo of her at dinner with Yami. Laughing. Looking to the side.
Swipe.
The two of them exiting the hall together. In one frame, the blue strap of her bra was visible just beneath the neckline of her blouse.
Swipe.
A long shot from the balcony, showing them walking together on the beach. Her red hair, visible even in the low light. The curves of her body are unmistakable.
Jin's throat dried.
"This doesn't prove anything," he said again, weaker now.
"You just don't want to admit it," Yami said.
He swiped again.
A final photo. Distant. Blurry. Kushina walking away on the beach, toward the resort, in her outfit. A hand that was clearly Yami' —was extended into the frame, holding the netted panties.
Jin stared.
"Still circumstantial," he muttered.
"You know in your heart I won," Yami whispered.
Jin turned away, clenching the railing.
Yami stepped beside him. "How will you live with that, cousin?"
"You haven't won," Jin hissed. "I still have until we land in Konoha tomorrow."
Yami laughed lightly. "Feel free to try your best Aikawa"
He patted him on the back, then walked off, back into the party.
Jin remained on the balcony, staring at the waves alone.
Flashback End.
'You danced in front of me. And duped me with my plan. You knew what you were doing. And I handed it to you like a damn fool.'
He grabbed his phone, flipping through messages, trying to see what time it had been when Yami disappeared.
'And the bet? It wasn't over. Not yet' Jin thought as he pocketed a small glass bottle. He was ready.
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It was six in the morning.
The sky outside her window was a pale gradient, soft lavender slowly fading into blush gold as the sun prepared to rise. The curtains rustled gently, brushing against the wooden frame with the hush of ocean breeze still lingering.
Kushina stirred, her body half-clinging to the sheets. Her legs were tangled, her skin sticky from the night before. The covers were askew, her pillow damp where her cheek had rested.
She opened her eyes slowly, the weight of sleep still tugging at her lashes. But it wasn't just sleep that clung to her. It was a memory.
She lay there for a moment, unmoving.
Last night had happened. All of it, besides the rock on the beach with Yami of all people.
She blinked, groaning softly as she rolled over. Her thighs still tingled faintly. There was soreness, subtle but undeniable quench, between her legs.
'I really did that,' she thought, one arm covering her face. 'With Yami. Just like that. Even though I did not allow him to go all but I still allowed him and that too just after I had been with Shiro'
She had not gone anywhere else after. She had just walked straight to her room, still aroused, still hot and bothered. She had not spoken to anyone. The corridor had been quiet. The door to her suite had clicked shut behind her like it was sealing something in. Near the entrance on the ground floor, She had seen a few of the KTV members trying to walk toward her and trying to engage with her, but she had smiled politely and walked on. She was commando under her clothes and she could still feel her nipples through the thin fabric of the wrap blouse and her pussy still wet and tingling under the white skirt. She did not want any further fall from herself. She did not know if she could control herself, so she walked back straight to the room.
At the time, she had gone straight to the mirror.
Her face had been flushed. Her lips were slightly swollen. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her shoulders in strands. She'd stared at her reflection for a full minute before reaching for her phone.
There were no calls and confirmation from Minato that he was awaiting her. She had tossed the phone aside and changed out of her clothes.
Her blouse and skirt had carried traces of sand. Her panties and bra, however, were gone.
Yami had taken them. She hadn't even tried much to get them back.
She had slipped into her soft cotton pajamas without underwear, telling herself she didn't care. That it didn't matter. That she was tired and it was just easier.
Sleep had not come easily. Her body had still been simmering, her mind tangled with everything she had done with flashes of day playing wild in front of her mind. What she had allowed. What she had wanted. And what her body she still wanted.
But eventually, exhaustion had won. And now, half an hour ago, she had woken up to the pale light of morning.
She had washed her face slowly, almost ceremoniously. Brushed her teeth with slow circles. Pulled her hair into a half ponytail.
'I don't know what…,' she thought, splashing cold water across her cheeks. 'But I will be back in Konoha today. That much is certain.'
Her eyes met her reflection again. They were less tired now. The flight was at 9.30. The Plan was to leave the resort by 7.30.
She still had some time to get dressed, have breakfast and leave. Time to pretend like she hadn't let herself fall in bed with another man and then with another behind a rock, men who weren't her husband.
Her fingers hovered over outfits in her suitcase. And then she picked it.
A blue summer sundress. The fabric was light and airy, printed with soft floral patterns. Spaghetti strapped with a V-neckline that dipped just enough to hint at cleavage. It hugged her waist and flared out gently above the knees. A hidden zipper ran up the back, smooth and discreet.
She laid it on the bed and reached for her underwear.
A matching light blue bra and panties not that different from the ones that Yami had taken last night. The bra was a soft cup with a delicate floral lace trim, offering lift without being obvious. The panties were lace-trimmed too, cut in a comfortable mid-rise that still hugged her just right.
She dressed slowly, with precision.
The bra first. She slid her arms through the straps and adjusted the cups before clasping it at her back. It fit snugly. Then the panties. She stepped into them, tugging them up gently over her hips. The lace brushed her skin and she exhaled quietly.
Then the dress.
She held it up for a moment before pulling it over her head. The summer dress slipped down her body like water, gliding over her curves and settling into place. The blue fabric hugged her bust just enough to frame the soft weight of her chest. Spaghetti straps crossing over her bra straps. Her cleavage looked warm and full, the kind that made the dress look as if it had been made for her alone. The skirt flared gently over her hips, brushing against her creamy legs. She reached back to zip it up, the metal teeth catching softly before sliding all the way up to her mid back.
Once it was done, she stood in front of the mirror.
The woman staring back looked put together. Soft and summer ready. Her red hair fell around her shoulders like silk and the dress framed her curves in a way that made her look both innocent and impossible to ignore.
She did a small twirl in front of the mirror. The sundress flared beautifully, lifting just enough to show her thighs and almost the edge of her panties. Her breasts bounced in a quick gentle jiggle before settling back, and she felt a shy smile tug at her lips at how she looked.
'I don't know why I did what I did yesterday but let's leave it here in Uzu,' she told herself, adjusting one of the straps on her shoulder. 'I'll be back in Konoha today. This won't happen again.'
She smoothed her skirt down absently.
'What am I doing? Two men in the span of a few hours? Is Uzu turning me back into my teen self?' she thought, biting her lower lip.
The thought lingered like a bad aftertaste.
She had promised herself better after Shiro. Promised herself control. And within a span of a few hours she had handed it over. Her body had been aching for it. And she knew it was still desperate.
'Never again,' she thought firmly. 'This goes no further. Not in Konoha.'
She picked up her purse, checked her essentials, and then paused. Her eyes flicked to the small corner of the suitcase where her blouse and skirt from last night were folded. Sand still clung to the hem.
She pushed them deeper under the clothes, out of sight.
And then stood, took one final breath, and turned toward the door.
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By the time Kushina stepped out of her suite, it was nearly seven.
She had called room service a few minutes earlier to pick up her luggage. Her suitcase was waiting neatly by the door when she left, ready to be loaded for the airport.
Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, sleek and practical. She had slipped into a pair of back heels that matched her dress perfectly, adding just enough lift to her frame without drawing attention.
The blue floral summer dress fluttered slightly as she walked through the open corridor, the breeze catching its hem. The fitted waist and the subtle flare of the skirt gave her movement a soft rhythm. She held her phone lightly in one hand, her posture relaxed but precise.
The breakfast lounge was already buzzing.
Most of the KTV staff and camera crew were there, plates half-filled, voices carrying softly across the polished floors. The clatter of dishes blended with quiet laughter and the low background music playing through the mounted speakers.
As soon as she stepped in, several heads turned. She was met with a chorus of nods, smiles, and subtle bows. Familiar faces lit up as she passed.
"Kushina-san, good morning!"
A few of them approached her politely, asking for a selfie. She obliged, her smile professional but genuine.
Among them was Raido, one of the lighting techs, and Okie, a cheerful assistant producer she had shared a few conversations with.
"This was the best trip, Kushina-san," Okie said as he held up his phone for a selfie. "You did the best photo shoot."
She smiled, leaning in slightly. "Thank you, Okie-kun. You all made it easy."
Click.
The photo snapped, and within moments, she could see him posting it to Ninjagram with a short caption. Her name was tagged right at the top.
She chuckled to herself and gave a small wave to a few more staff members.
But as she turned, she caught a glimpse.
Yami.
He was across the lounge, standing near the juice bar, trying to catch her eye. His gaze was deliberate. Intense. He even tilted his head slightly as if inviting her over.
She looked right past him.
Shiro was not far either. Leaning against a wall, coffee in hand, also watching her. Trying to smile. Trying to find a moment.
She ignored him too.
Not today.
Not after everything that had happened between them. After the beach. After the room. After the way they each left their mark on her.
She was in no mood to entertain their presence.
She returned her attention to Okie, pretending to comment on the filter he had chosen. He grinned, grateful for her friendliness.
Just then, she heard footsteps behind her.
"Hoh, Kushina. Beautiful as always."
She turned. Her eyes widened.
"Jiraiya-san?"
The man stood there, still in his travel robe, hair messy, eyes slightly puffy. It was clear he hadn't bathed.
He grinned. "Thinking why I'm not dressed yet?"
She blinked. "I... yes, a little."
"Well, since I don't have much to do in Konoha for the next few days, I've decided to stay back a bit," he said casually. "Sorry I couldn't tell you last night. I've decided to enjoy Gatou's vacation just a little more."
The grin on his face stretched wider.
In truth, he wasn't done with the Russian blonde who had served him sake in ways more inventive than he had expected.
'Damn Gatou knows how to pick them,' he thought, hiding his smirk. 'That Russian blonde knows things.'
Kushina tilted her head. "Your seat on the flight?"
"Ah, don't worry about that," he waved. "Already messaged Danzo. He can bear that little cost."
She raised a brow.
'Little cost?' she thought. As far as she knew, she, Jiraiya, Yami, and Jin had all been booked in business class. The rest of the crew were in economy. Their seats were the most expensive on the flight.
Still, she didn't say anything.
"Now," Jiraiya said, rubbing his hands together. "Let's do breakfast."
They walked together to the food counter. Kushina picked a small portion of grilled fish, miso soup, and some steamed vegetables. She also added a single onigiri to her plate and poured herself green tea.
Jiraiya, on the other hand, loaded his tray with a traditional heavy breakfast. A large bowl of rice, multiple grilled mackerels, a block of tamagoyaki, pickled vegetables, and natto.
They sat near the window, the morning light casting a soft glow on their plates.
"So," Jiraiya said between bites, "how do you feel after yesterday's shoot? I hope I didn't push you too much."
She looked up at him, pausing before answering.
"No, Jiraiya-san. It was wonderful. You were very accommodating for a newbie like me."
'It was. I was aroused,' she thought, biting into her onigiri. 'And then I slept with Shiro. And then I sucked Yami.'
She took a slow sip of tea.
At that moment, another figure approached.
"Ohayo, Kushina-san. Jiraiya-san."
It was Jin.
He took the seat beside their table with a relaxed smile. His hair was neatly brushed, and he looked fresh. Composed.
He glanced at Jiraiya. "Are You not ready yet?"
Jiraiya laughed. "Long story short, I'm not coming today."
He grinned at Jin. "But what did I hear from a little bird? That you spent the whole evening in the spa last night."
Jin's smile twitched. Internally, he bristled.
"Yeah. The services here are extraordinary," he said smoothly. "It was very good."
"Ain't it?" Jiraiya laughed, picking up his chopsticks again.
"By the way, did you find the shrine you were looking for?"
Before Jin could answer, Kushina looked up, intrigued.
She was a native of Uzushio. She knew every shrine here.
Jin nodded, adjusting in his seat.
"Oh, I heard about Uzumaki Seiran Jinja," he said, naming the traditional site, and Kushina recognised it immediately. It was not that far from the resort, almost walking distance. It was one of the old heritage places her great great grandfather had built to commemorate the end of the Great Tidal War, a period when the whirlpools had raged violently for months and the Uzumaki elders believed the sea spirits had to be appeased. The shrine stood as a symbol of protection and gratitude, meant to honour the clans who survived and to calm the waters of Uzushio.
It was the old whirlpool side shrine built on the eastern cliffs of Uzushio, known for its pale blue torii gates and prayer boards shaped like spirals.
"My sister told me about it. I wanted to visit. That is actually what I wanted to talk about last night... but I got looped into the spa center."
He smiled, half lying, half speaking truth.
Kushina's gaze softened.
'Maybe his intentions were different from Yami,' she thought. 'Maybe I judged him wrong.'
-----------------------------Primetime-Reloaded------------------------------------------------------------
While Jin sat at the breakfast table, talking with Kushina and Jiraiya, Yami leaned against the far pillar of the lounge, a tall glass of iced citrus water in hand.
His gaze was fixed locked on her.
She had barely acknowledged him since stepping into the lounge. Not a glance. Not a nod. She had walked past like he was air.
But Yami only smirked.
'Avoiding me won't hide what we did last night,' he thought, watching the sway of her sundress as she moved. 'You can ignore me all you want, but your body already gave me all the answers I need.'
He took a sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the rim.
Just then, footsteps approached. Shiro, the manager he recognised, walked up to him with a little limp on his steps.
He came to stand beside Yami, arms folded, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He looked rested. A little smug. And clearly, his mind was running in the same direction.
Shiro, who had woken up a while later after Kushina had left the room, had a massive grin as he remembered what occurred. He had finally fucked her again, after so many long years. . It felt like a personal victory. A long-awaited revenge. After all the teasing, all the deflections, he had finally had her. And though she had gotten the last laugh by tiring him out in the end and riding the hell out of him, it didn't matter. He had tasted her. Wild. More unrestrained than she had ever been before.
Like a succubus that wants to drain him. And he wanted more.
Her reaction this morning had been expected. Cold and distant and pretending nothing had happened.
But it made it all the more exciting.
'Maybe I could go to Konoha and pay her a visit,' he thought. 'Say hello to her in front of her family. See how long she can keep that perfect wife act going.'
"She's a perfect doll, ain't she," Shiro said, his voice low, eyes also locked on Kushina.
Yami tilted his head. "That she is. She's a tease and knows exactly what she's doing. A banger, through and through."
Shiro chuckled.
"Didn't you have a bet with your cousin about her?" he asked casually.
Yami's eyes narrowed slightly, caught off guard. "Huh?"
Shiro grinned. "Oh, you two aren't as subtle as you think. Two and two wasn't hard to put together. And now you've just confirmed it."
Yami clicked his tongue but didn't deny it. "Well, it doesn't matter. He won't win."
He sipped again, savoring the citrus.
'For I have already won,' he added silently. 'Twice, if you count the look on Jin's face when I showed him those panties.'
Shiro kept watching Kushina as she spoke. "Ho, you've got that much faith in your cousin's failure?" he said with a snort.
"If I'd been in on your bet, both of you would've lost." He didn't say it out loud, but he thought it.
'I already got a taste. And it was wild. Wilder than she's ever been. She can act cold this morning all she wants. But I had her. And I'll have her again.' he mentally promised himself
Yami laughed softly. "Well, what can I say. Jin is... Jin."
"Is that so?" Shiro said with feigned interest.
Both men boasted inwardly and rejoiced in their sense of superiority over the other because of their respective encounters with the redhead, which the other knew nothing about.
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It was around seven thirty when the cabs and the mini bus arrived at the front of the resort before the big glass door at entrance..
Engines idled quietly. Resort staff scurried about with trolleys, loading luggage, double-checking labels, and bowing politely to guests as they prepared to leave. The morning air was crisp and golden, the ocean behind them still roaring in its gentle, rhythmic tone.
Gatou himself emerged from the resort entrance.
He wore a bright tropical shirt, linen slacks, and expensive sunglasses pushed up into his thick greying hair. His face was all smiles as he stepped forward, waving casually to the crew and bowing briefly to Jiraiya, who stood at the edge of the stone path sipping from a bottle of sparkling water.
"Jiraiya-san," Gatou said cheerfully, "we're honored you've decided to stay. The Russian staff are quite… thorough, yes?"
Jiraiya gave a slow smirk. "You could say that."
Gatou turned then, eyes landing on Kushina.
She was standing by the steps of the cab, dress fluttering faintly, her heels clicking softly as she stepped aside for the attendants to finish loading her luggage.
"Kushina-san," Gatou said warmly, walking up with open arms, "please do visit us again. Make use of those resort vouchers that I gifted. And if you could... post some of the pictures from here on your Ninjagram... it would mean a lot to us."
Kushina nodded politely. "Of course, Gatou-san. Thank you again."
He beamed. "Wonderful. Now... one photo together. Yes? A memory."
She blinked, hesitating.
Jin stepped forward from where he had been watching the exchange. "I'll take it," he offered, already slipping his hand into his pocket for his phone.
Gatou grinned and stepped beside Kushina. She stood straight, slightly smiling. He was short, stocky, with a wide chest and thick arms. She was almost a full head taller in her modest black heels. She stood at about one hundred and sixty five centimetres. Gatou barely touched one hundred and fifty. The height difference was striking, almost funny in how obvious it was. His head reached just about her bust, level with the soft curve of her chest. He stood close proximity to her his body grazing her arms.
Jin held up the phone and shifted a little to get them both in frame. As he did, Gatou's arm slid around her waist. Not high on her back and not politely near her shoulder. His hand moved low, almost over her hipbone, barely above the bands of her panties beneath the sundress. She felt the pressure of his palm settle there, a little too familiar, a little too confident. She did not say anything. Her smile stayed in place, polite and controlled, though her breath caught for a second.
Jin watched through the phone screen. The image looked almost staged. The resort owner tucked in close to the tall redhead(well everyone is tall to him haha) in her pretty summer dress. Her chest at the level of his eyes. His hand placed where he wanted it.
The phone clicked.
Jin looked at the screen. "One more? Let me take a spa-style one, Kushina-san. Come stand there."
He pointed toward the arched stone gateway at the entrance of the resort. Beyond it, the beach shimmered, golden and wide.
Kushina nodded and stepped toward it.
She stood with one foot tilted forward, the blue sundress catching the breeze just right. She turned her chin slightly, strands of red hair brushing her cheek. The backdrop was stunning. Ocean. Sand. Palm trees in the distance.
Jin clicked the photo.
"Perfect," he murmured.
Moments later, the cab door opened. One of the attendants bowed and held it for her.
Her suitcase had already been stowed away, and her purse was placed neatly on the seat.
She slipped inside quietly.
The interior was clean and cool. Leather seats. A faint citrus scent from a hanging diffuser. The window beside her was already lowered slightly, letting the breeze play against her cheek.
The cab was personally owned by the resort. It was one of the newer models, tinted windows and soundproof glass. As it began to roll forward, she glanced back.
Outside, the figures of Jiraiya, Jin, Yami, and Gatou stood beneath the tall gate.
She leaned slightly toward the glass, watching the columns of the resort vanish behind her, swallowed by the curve of the driveway.
She felt... quiet.
Not sad. But not peaceful either.
One part of her was relieved. Another part mourned something unnamed.
'It was good to be here,' she thought. 'My hometown. The shoot went brilliantly. It reminded me of who I was. What I used to feel like. Even if things got... complicated.'
The thoughts began to tangle.
The shoot. The resort.
The VIP suit. Jiraiya
The beach. Shiro.
The rock. Yami.
Her ancestral home.
Gatou now owned it. That still unsettled her. But she had seen the way the place thrived. How many staff he had employed. How lively the beaches were. The economy was no longer dying. Her people had jobs. There was movement again.
Still, she did not like that it had come to this.
She took a breath.
'I am leaving everything here. I have to. I'm returning to Konoha. That's where I belong. And this... all of this, won't be repeated.'
She reached for her purse, slid her phone out, and switched to the front camera.
She turned it to the window.
The resort gate behind her. Fading slowly.
She took a five-second boomerang. The view of Gatou Resort receded as the cab pulled out onto the main road.
The video looped. Retreat. Reappear. Retreat.
She added music. A soft instrumental. And posted it.
Caption:
Goodbye, Uzu... this was such a wonderful trip.
Konoha, I'm coming back.
She watched the post go live. It took only seconds for likes to start trickling in.
And then her fingers hovered. She opened her contact list.
Scrolled down. Her thumb paused on one name.
Minato's.
She tapped.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She sat with the phone at her ear, the breeze slipping in from the window, sunlight warming her knees. The cab hummed softly as it climbed the coastal road. Her sundress shifted with each turn, the hem brushing higher against her thighs.
He picked up.
"Kushina?"
His voice was warm. Sleepy. The kind of soft morning tone that always curled around her spine.
She smiled faintly. "Hi. Did I wake you?"
"No. Just had a nap and lazed around after sending Naruto to school. It is Monday and you know how he is on Mondays. You are heading to the airport now?"
"Yes. I just left the resort. The cab is taking us to the airfield. Flight is at nine thirty."
The way she said it carried a faint heaviness, like something was tugging at her mind. She might not have meant to reveal it, but the tone slipped through anyway.
"Everything on track then?" Minato picked it up immediately and asked, sounding a little concerned.
She paused. The window air lifted the edge of her dress and brushed her bare thighs. She pressed them together gently.
Then said softly, "Yeah. Everything went fine. It is just that after so many years I came to Home Island and now I am leaving again."
"Good. You sound a little tired."
"It has been a long week. But I am looking forward to coming home."
There was a pause on the other end. She could almost imagine his half smile.
"I will be there at the airport?"
She smiled. "I know…"
"I will be there," he said immediately. "I will park in the Terminal B lot. Text me when you land."
"Okay."
"Kushina."
"Hmm?"
"I missed you."
She closed her eyes briefly. Her hand tightened on the phone. "Me too."
Silence held for a breath before he spoke again, his tone lowering just enough to thicken.
"Kushina... I cannot wait to touch you again. I am waiting to feast on that waxed pussy. You had not kept it smooth like that in almost a decade."
Her lips parted. Heat rushed to her cheeks. "Mina... not now. I am in a cab."
She did not even think as she said it. That very waxed pussy had been claimed by her Ex in the suite. And then within a few hours of that lips, hands, and someone else's tongue had already been there last night. The memory flickered, hot and heavy, before she pushed it away quickly. And she felt a hint of arousal at that memory not shame but she did not notice it now.
"I know," he murmured, voice dipping warmer, smoother. "Maybe that is why I am thinking about it. You sound so soft in the morning. I keep imagining how your shaved pussy feels in my hands."
She squirmed and jerked slightly and glanced at the driver who kept his eyes on the road, but the rearview mirror teetered. She lowered her voice quickly.
"Mina... stop. Please. Someone could hear."
"Then speak quietly," he whispered, enjoying her fluster. "Tell me if you are still smooth. Did you keep it still smooth? No hair has grown back ist it?"
Her thighs pressed tighter together. The sundress slid even higher as wind flew in, without her noticing, baring more of her creamy skin till upper thighs.
"Minato... please," she whispered, breath trembling. "I am in a cab."
"Kushina... just tell me. Who's that waxed pussy for? It's for me right?"
She swallowed hard. "Yes."
He inhaled faintly through the phone. "Good I will kiss you the moment you get in the car. And later... I will spread you out on the bed and feel every bit of that softness."
Her breath caught. Heat rippled down her stomach.
"Mina... you are being bad," she whispered.
"Only with you."
She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to calm her voice.
What she did not know was that the driver had already noticed the rise of her dress. The fabric had slipped high enough that when he adjusted the rear mirror, he caught a glimpse of her upper thighs. Smooth, pale, warm from the sun.
He tried to keep his face neutral, but his eyes flicked upward again. Her posture, the way her knees pressed together, the flush rising on her neck... he did not know what she was saying on the call, but he could guess enough.
"Kushina," Minato murmured again, "when you get home I want you on my lap first. I will hold your hips and feel you warm against me. I missed that so much."
She squeezed her thighs tighter. The sundress rode up another inch. She tugged it down quickly.
"Mina... please. The driver-san keeps looking."
"Of course he is looking. You probably look beautiful right now," he said softly. "Your dress always moves when you are nervous. I can picture it. I can picture your thighs. I can picture how hot you must be from this week."
Her breath shook. "Minato... I said stop."
He chuckled softly. "Alright. For now. You call me when you land."
"I will."
"And Kushina?"
"Yes?"
"Keep the dress on until you see me. I want to take it off myself."
Her face went scarlet. "Mina..."
"See you soon."
The call ended.
She put the phone back in her lap. Her heart thumped like she had run. She leaned back into the seat and exhaled slowly. The coastal breeze entered through the window again, lifting the edge of the dress a little. She pressed her hand over it before it rose too high.
Konoha awaited. And this time, she told herself… She would leave the rest behind.
Whatever had happened in Uzu... Stayed in Uzu.
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The cab rolled to a smooth halt outside the Uzu airport nestled at the edge of Uzushio's eastern coast. The sky above was clear, soft ribbons of clouds stretching over a rising sun. A morning flight meant cooler air, and Kushina appreciated the breeze that touched her bare shoulders as the driver circled to open the trunk.
She stepped out, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder. Her blue sundress fluttered as the cab door clicked shut behind her. The driver had already pulled out her suitcase and set it upright on the sidewalk. The airport's glass-fronted entrance stood a dozen meters ahead, with auto-sliding doors and a line of passengers just beginning to trickle in.
Kushina reached down to take the handle of her trolley bag.
Just then, another cab pulled up behind hers, stopping sharply. The door swung open and Jin's voice rang out.
"Kushina-san! Wait!"
She turned her head slowly.
For a moment, she considered ignoring him. Her hand tightened on the handle of her suitcase. She could walk in, go straight through check-in, and disappear into the terminal. She almost did.
But then she sighed.
'It can't be bad to wait a minute. Then flight. Then back to Konoha. That's all.'
She reached into her purse and tapped the home button of her phone. The lock screen lit up. 8:15 a.m.
They still had time. Check-in counters for domestic flights typically closed 30 minutes before departure. The flight was at 9:30. Boarding would begin around 9:00 and close around 9:20. They were in no rush yet.
From the second cab, both Jin and Yami emerged.
"Kushina-san," Yami said smoothly, tilting his head slightly, a soft grin playing at the corner of his lips.
She gave a small nod having left no other option. It wasn't enough to be called polite. But it wasn't rude either. Seeing his face, the memories of night hit her hard. She suppressed them again.
The driver from their cab handed over their luggage. Jin adjusted his coat, took the handle of his rolling luggage, then reached over and extended the handle of her bag.
"Let me," he offered.
Before she could respond, he had already started wheeling it toward the doors.
She blinked. For a second she considered taking it back. But walking beside Jin was better than walking beside Yami. That much was certain.
So she followed.
Her sandals clicked softly against the tiled pavement. The wind teased at the hem of her sundress, flaring it lightly. She adjusted her purse again, quickening her steps to walk in step with Jin.
Behind them, Yami watched. He had been expecting some reaction. A glance. A lingering look. Something. But all he got was her walking away, her dress catching the light as she moved beside Jin.
His expression tightened.
'She tries to ignore what happened, and she is ignoring me. I would not have bothered, but she is going with Jin. Well, escape as much as you want. I will have a full round any day now.'
He then looked at Jin, who was trying to initiate conversation with her.
'And you, Jin, you cannot do anything now. The bet is gone….'
She didn't even look back.
Yami scowled slightly, dragging his suitcase forward. He knew what had happened the night before. What they had done. Her voice, her moans, her lips, all of it. He remembered every moment in vivid detail. And now she was just... walking away?
Kushina kept her eyes forward.
She wasn't about to fall into any trap of acknowledgment. She had made her mistake. One she didn't intend to repeat. The best thing she could do now was limit interaction. Especially with Yami. And walking with Jin was the lesser evil. Usually it was the other way around she laughed internally at the irony of this.
Besides, at least Jin wasn't looking at her like a memory. He was smiling, chatting lightly about the weather.
"Looks like we'll get a smooth takeoff today," he said. "Clear skies. Konoha should be sunny too."
"Good," she replied simply.
The sliding doors parted before them. Cool air from inside brushed her skin, refreshing and steady. The terminal was modern, open, and bright. A large digital board listed flights in both Roman script and Kanji. Check-in desks for KTV's chartered flight were already open, crew staff present.
As they walked to the check-in line, Jin casually asked, "Do you need help with anything else, Kushina-san?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm alright."
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After check-in was done smoothly, Kushina expected to wait in the general waiting area. But Jin had other plans.
He flashed a sleek black card to the attendant. The card shimmered faintly in the light. Its emblem was an embossed eagle encased in gold It read:
Aikawa, Elite Credit Union of Fire Province
"They have a private lounge, right? We'll wait there," Jin said casually.
Kushina arched a brow but did not protest. It was better than standing in a noisy terminal surrounded by strangers. And she remembered something. They might be, after all, the type. Both of them were on the board of KTV, and their families were filthy rich. While reading Aikawa earlier, she had noticed the surname and it clicked that Jin's family name matched. She remembered there was a union of families that controlled a major credit union. It seemed Jin's family was part of it.
Yami trailed after them, hands in his pockets, silent but ever-present.
The lounge was quieter than she expected. Plush green sofas formed a square around a wide, tinted glass window overlooking the tarmac. To the right was a long snack bar with individually wrapped bento, dango skewers, tea canisters, and a coffee counter manned by a young staff member in crisp uniform.
Kushina chose a seat beside the window. She crossed one leg over the other, dress falling neatly over her thighs. The morning light filtered through gently, casting a warm hue over the soft green cushions.
Yami took a chair near the far end, diagonally across from her. Jin remained standing for a bit, stretching his arms.
"Coffee?" he asked.
She nodded politely.
Jin stepped off to the side and placed the order. Moments later, he returned with three takeaway cups. The paper sleeves around them bore a familiar logo, a spiral mark, red and bold against cream paper.
It read:
Uzumaki Mocha: Whirlpool Blend
The name was written in a mix of kanji and hiragana: 渦巻珈琲 (Uzumaki Kōhī)
Her fingers tightened slightly as she accepted it.
'It's still here,' she thought.
The brand had once belonged to her clan. She remembered her grandfather agonizing over the sale years ago. He had passed it off to a young merchant who had promised to keep the name unchanged. Apparently, he had.
She took a small sip. The taste was unmistakable. Warm, toasty, a hint of cinnamon.
It was exactly the same.
She tilted her head, enjoying the moment.
Then
Flash.
Her eyes snapped open. She turned quickly.
Jin was sitting opposite, phone in hand, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Aikawa-san," she said flatly, lowering her cup. "What are you doing?"
She was clearly annoyed.
'I thought he was different this morning. After hearing about the shrine, I almost believed him,' she thought. 'But no. Still the same.'
Her eyes flicked to Yami, who was smirking.
He raised a brow and murmured something inaudible to Jin.
Kushina shook her head.
"Both of them, Same" she muttered under her breath.
"You are looking so pretty, Kushina-san," Jin said, still grinning. "Forgive me, but I had to. Just look at this."
He flipped his phone around.
The screen displayed the photo he'd taken: Kushina, mid-sip, sitting on the green sofa, dress neat, legs crossed elegantly, hair flowing over one shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips curved just slightly around the rim of the cup.
She blinked.
It was actually a really good picture.
"You should sell it to the coffee franchise owner," Jin chuckled. "He'd definitely pay for it."
"Thank you," she said sharply. "But don't take pictures without asking."
"Understood. Won't happen again," Jin nodded quickly.
But a few moments later, she heard the faint shutter sound again.
He had taken more.
She let it go. For now.
She finished her coffee slowly, savoring the nostalgic taste. Once done, she leaned back and pulled out her phone. A quiet buzz indicated new messages. She scrolled for a while, then a call came in.
Kurenai.
She answered with a small smile. "Hey."
"You're coming back today, right?" Kurenai's voice came through cheerfully.
"Yes. We're waiting in the lounge now. Should be boarding soon."
"Good. We have great news," Kurenai said excitedly. "Boss will tell you more tonight after you arrive. He sounded happy. Wait… not happy…It's not the right word. Satisfied. Yes. Satisfied."
Kushina smiled faintly.
Danzo was rarely one for visible joy. Satisfied sounded more like him. In fact, it was the exact word he had used in their last few conversations.
They chatted for another twenty minutes. Quick updates. Kurenai talking about her last night's show. And she started teasing Kushina, ignored her and laughed. Kurenai mentions a new assignment. Kurenai's voice filled the space around her, grounding her in something familiar.
Then she heard "Kushina-san, it is time to board." Yami spoke, she looked and nodded.
She straightened as she stood making sure her dress was in place.
"Kurenai, I'll call you after landing."
"Looking forward to it. Safe flight."
Kushina ended the call, picked up her purse, and began walking toward the gate.
Her heels clicked lightly on the lounge floor. Her dress moved with quiet grace.
She didn't look back at either of them.
Not at Jin. and definitely not at Yami.
The plane was waiting.
And so was home.
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The boarding process was efficient, almost mechanical in rhythm.
Kushina followed behind Yami and Jin as they moved through the sleek hallway that connected the terminal to the aircraft. The air had the sterile, cool scent of conditioned circulation, overlaid faintly with cleaning agents and jet fuel. As they stepped into the aircraft, she felt it. That subtle shift. A strange warmth.
It wasn't temperature exactly. More like pressure. Like her skin had become aware of itself. Tingling faintly under her sundress. She quickly brushed the thought away.
'Just restless,' she told herself. 'It's the transition. Leaving Uzu. Returning to normal.'
Ahead of her, the rest of the KTV crew were being ushered toward the economy section. Some of them turned and waved at her.
She smiled and waved back. A few voices called out compliments, goodbyes, one or two promises to tag her in edits. Then the group disappeared behind the divider curtain.
She continued forward. Jin and Yami were led to the business class section via a separate corridor, flanked by wide, softly glowing panels that curved inward like an upscale spa entrance.
A stewardess bowed as she confirmed their seats. "Business Class. Welcome to Konoha Express. This way, please."
The moment Kushina stepped inside, the change was immediate.
The layout was intimate but modern. A 1–2–1 configuration spread across the cabin, each seat framed by wood-textured paneling, soft recessed lighting, and pale neutral tones. Window seats curved inward like personal pods. Center pairs were designed with a retractable divider that was perfect for family, partners or colleagues and also had privacy mode for those who wanted.
She walked slowly down the aisle.
Originally, there had been four seats reserved in this section. Two center pairs. One of them was for Jiraiya.
But this morning, everything had changed.
He had decided to stay in Uzu, chasing his own pleasures, leaving one seat empty. She had made two and two in her mind. The way he had been looking at that Russian blonde this morning… for a moment a strange thought slipped into her head.
' I was almost nude… no I was fully nude in front of him. Did he not get those thoughts about me? Am I not that desirable? Or was he so hot and bothered that he needed to hire an escort?' she wondered, feeling a little tingle and a warm hush under her skin.
But then she pushed the thought away quickly as her eyes traced the layout.
In the first center pair the one closer to her. Jin had already placed his carry-on above and was settling in. He looked up and gave her a small smile, gesturing to the seat beside him.
Behind him, in the second pair, Yami was lowering himself into his own seat. His jacket was already folded, and his eyes were fixed on her.
Unblinking. She paused in the aisle, gripping the strap of her purse.
There was a choice.
She could sit beside Yami. Pretend like she didn't mind. Let his gaze linger over her skin for the next few hours.
Or...
She stepped toward the first pair. Jin shifted slightly to make room as she slid into the window-side seat of their center pair. The divider between them was halfway up. Not too close. Not too far. Behind them, Yami's stare intensified for a second. Then he turned his face toward the window and said nothing. He didn't want to see Jin's smug face which he knew was pointed at him.
Kushina let out a slow breath. That was her little revenge against Yami and his joke of stealing her underwear.
The seat was comfortable. Cream leather with a dark fabric trim. A soft blanket lay rolled at one side. The pillow bore the resort's logo, a custom touch for the returning delegation. The footwell extended in front, with an adjustable screen and a touchscreen panel to her left.
Jin leaned slightly toward her, smiling. "Good call. Yami snores."
She let out a quiet laugh, He leaned back after that as the cabin prepared for takeoff, Kushina gazed out at the tarmac.
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As the engines roared and the aircraft lifted from the coastal runway, a soft press of air settled through the cabin. The seatbelt sign blinked steadily above, then turned off with a soft chime once the plane leveled into cruising altitude.
Kushina had barely begun adjusting her seat recline when she felt it. A hand subtly and purposefully moving just beneath the edge of her dress. It was now placed not too high but just high enough to press against the soft skin of her thigh.
The fabric shifted slightly, gathering faintly over Jin's knuckles. It was the outer leg, the one facing the aisle, and the touch was light. It felt like testing, almost teasing, a slow brush that made her skin thrum with attention. Her thigh warmed instantly under his palm.
She glanced down at it briefly. Could she have pushed it away?
Oh, absolutely.
But did she?
She did not.
Jin, seated comfortably beside her, leaned back into the plush seat with a casual elegance. His posture was relaxed, almost lazy, like he belonged there. His expression held no guilt. Only quiet confidence, the kind that came from knowing he could push boundaries and she would let him for a moment longer than she should.
He glanced at her, eyes meeting hers with an amused gleam.
"Kushina-san, should I tell the truth?" Jin spoke, his fingers stroking her mid thigh. She nodded, breath softer than she realised.
"When I first saw you I thought you were just a pretty face." He looked at her fully now, taking in her features, the line of her cheek, the faint colour on her throat. His hand remained steady on her thigh. "I thought you had been lucky to be on KTV. I never imagined Kushina-san could look that bold."
His voice poured out smooth and low, each word brushing her like the sweep of his thumb.
His thumb made a faint circle against her skin, slow and deliberate. Her skin reacted in a small ripple.
"Until last week. Until I saw you in that radiant light. Those bikini shots… they were exquisite."
His eyes slipped down her body for half a second, admiring the dress, the curve of her legs, her posture in the narrow airplane seat. His fingers trailed slightly upward, only a small movement, not yet crossing any lines yet but hovering.
Kushina gave him a wry smile.
Her lips curled, her head tilting slightly as she stared forward at the seat screen ahead of them.
"People see what they want to see," she murmured.
She should have swatted him away and ordinarily, she would have.
But instead, her body felt strangely light. It was not foggy, not dizzy. Just… warm. Her skin tingled in waves. Her senses were sharper, hyper-aware of the subtle drag of fabric across her shoulders, the quiet hum of the cabin, the slightly cinnamon taste still lingering in her mouth from the Uzumaki Mocha.
And now, Jin's hand, She took a deep breath.
There was no haze in her mind. But something was different. Her reactions were slower or rather, more curious and less mechanical.
Unbeknownst to her, the coffee had carried more than caffeine. It had been spiked by none other than Jin. Small and precise. It was not the heavy sedative that Jin had used back when she was with Taikin on the dance floor, but it was a small amount carefully chosen. It had been already just about an hour and she could feel the drug's effect in full force.Nothing that dulled her mind. Nothing that made her feel drugged. Instead, it slipped through her system like warm syrup. It targeted her filters. It softened the edges of restraint that usually sat between her thoughts and her reactions. Her body grew sensitive in the quietest ways. The brush of fabric felt warmer. The breeze across her knees felt like fingers. Her pulse sat closer to the surface of her skin.
It lowered inhibitions. Not enough to force anything. Just enough that her natural impulses rose faster than usual. Sensations she would normally ignore nudged at her attention. She felt little sparks travel through her legs when she shifted. Heat pooled low in her stomach without any clear reason. Her chest felt lighter, almost airy.
It brought her closer to her instincts. Curiosity, growing heat and of course her natural small boldness. The kind of impulses people consider then push away. Except now that push was weaker. Just enough to stir the edge of impulse. The wild emotions she had been suppressing since last night and this morning again came gushing out. And Jin was testing waters if that was really working.
'Oh is it working…' Jin thought
She let her eyes drift downward again. Jin's hand was still there.
His fingertips pressed gently against the inside curve of her thigh, not hard, not possessive. Just present, igniting her emotions .
She arched an eyebrow, turning her head a little toward him. Her voice was calm.
"Comfortable, are we?" She asked with a callous teasing smirk.
He didn't miss a beat and his thumb stroked again on her thighs.
"Very," he said with a grin. "Your presence helps."
She could feel heat growing in her own body. Her eyes landed on his body. His legs slightly parted, the edge of his elbow brushing her side.
Her lips parted slightly, almost in amusement. Her voice was low, laced with subtle daring.
"Be careful, Aikawa-san. You might forget this is still a public space."
"Oh, I never forget," he said, not moving his hand. "But sometimes, a gamble is worth the thrill."
She let out a soft exhale. This was such a thrill.
Her thighs tensed faintly. Not in rejection but in restraint. She was aware of every inch of his hand and how close to gripping her thighs. And aware of her own silence.
'Let's see how far this brat thinks he can push,' she thought. Her lips curved.
Jin, sensing no resistance, pressed further. His palm now rested fully on her thigh, fingers beginning a slow massage, working the flesh just enough to stir heat but not enough to draw attention to anyone in cabin.
"You know," he said casually, eyes flicking forward, "there's something different about you since this trip."
"Is that so?"
"More fire. Not just the kind people expect. Something sharper and wiilder. Like you've stepped out of a page you were only skimming before."
She laughed, softly.
"You do have a way with metaphors."
"And you have a way of making them come true," he replied.
The air between them thickened.
His touch became bolder. Not vulgar. Just more insistent. As though he were trying to learn her boundaries by touch alone. Still, she did not stop him.
She simply shifted slightly in her seat. Her leg slid a little more to the side. Her skirt rode up just a fraction more. Her body language, composed as ever, said nothing. But it also denied nothing.
Jin glanced down. His heart thudded, The image was… perfect. The curve of her thigh. The soft give of flesh under his fingers. The play of light across her collarbone and the floral prints of her dress.
He leaned closer.
"You have no idea what this is doing to me," Jin murmured.
Kushina turned slightly, her red hair sliding over her shoulder in a soft wave. Her voice came out honey-sweet, deceptively light.
"Then keep guessing."
She returned to scrolling through her phone with a hidden smirk, posture composed, calm, almost indifferent as if there was not another hans hand on her bare upper thigh. While that may have been outward appearance but inside, she felt the shift. The warmth in her thighs. The tingling in her chest. The heightened sensitivity that made every brush of air feel sharper.
And Jin noticed from her body language and smirked he was an experienced campaigner with his spiked drinks and knew when it was really ready.
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Before she could fully register his next move, Jin leaned back slightly. His smirk grew slow and taunting as he turned his head just enough to look behind him at Yami. The glance lasted only a heartbeat, but the message was unmistakable..
Then Jin shifted forward and slid his hand over the divider control panel between the two center seats. His fingers pressed a series of controls with practiced ease.
A soft mechanical hum filled the narrow space.
The privacy divider rose slowly from the edges, lifting higher and higher until it locked into place overhead. It sealed them inside a complete cocoon of business class privacy for 'couples', a curved shell that muted the cabin around them. The air inside dimmed as the ambient lights lowered. A warm, soft glow from hidden LEDs illuminated the small enclosed space like a private alcove.
Jin did not stop there. He tapped another control and the center divider between their seats slid down fully, retracting into the base until the two wide seats almost joined as one. They were positioned so close now that the gap between them vanished. Their reclined chairs tilted slightly toward each other, creating the feeling of a shared berth. A private nest created by design, now claimed by Jin with easy entitlement.
Outside, from his own seat, Yami saw the cocoon enclosure seal shut. Once the partition curved into place, he could no longer see inside. The tint hidden in the privacy walls made it opaque from the outside. But he knew what that meant and he felt it in the pit of his stomach.
'That bastard drugged her. Typical. And Jin did lose the bet, so now he has something to prove,' Yami thought, jaw tightening as he stared at the sealed cocoon.
Inside the enclosed space, Jin exhaled slowly. He leaned back into the plush reclined seat with a satisfaction that bordered on smug delight.
"Now," he whispered, turning toward her with that same hungry confidence, "we can have a little quiet."
Kushina looked at him, breath steady though her heart had picked up its pace. A faint grin tugged at the corner of her lips. She crossed her legs again, slow and unhurried, letting the fabric of her sundress flutter lightly over her thighs. The hem brushed her skin in a way that made him look at her legs, then at her face again.
"Oh? Feeling bolder now that you have me cornered…" she whispered back, her tone calm but not dismissive. She was being playful and distant, but she was definitely not retreating or denying him. Her posture was relaxed, her eyes steady, her legs crossed in a way that looked natural but felt deliberate.
The cocooned cabin around them hummed softly. The LED lights cast a warm glow over her shoulders, her now pronounced cleavage framed by the loosened neckline of her sundress. One thin spaghetti strap had fallen down her arm, revealing the soft blue strap of her bra beneath. The movement of the reclined seat had nudged her dress upward, exposing the smooth skin of her upper thighs and the faint hint of her blue panties.
Jin looked at her slowly, drinking in every detail. His hand rested on her leg again, this time with the quiet confidence of a man who knew she would not stop him. His palm settled on the curve of her thigh with practiced ease, fingers warm, steady.
His hand slid higher. The touch was unhurried, almost languid, as he stroked the soft inner flesh just above her knee. Each pass moved a little higher. A little bolder. The warmth of his fingertips sank into her skin, coaxing a deeper awareness in her body.
Kushina did not pull away.
Instead she kept her gaze pointed at the screen in front of her. Her lips curved in that faint, unreadable expression that felt like a silent challenge, a soft provocation. She was being playful and distant, but she was definitely not retreating or denying him. She let the moment hang between them with a calmness she did not entirely feel.
He watched her closely. Every breath. Every shift of her eyes. Every subtle tightening of her thighs.
Then his other hand began to move.
Slowly.
Up her arm and across her shoulder.
His fingers brushed her collarbone, tracing the delicate line of her skin.
Her breath caught. Only slightly. But enough for Jin to notice.
"People really want to see you," he murmured. His voice was warm, low, threaded with quiet hunger. "I get it now. After that shoot... you are something else, Kushina-san."
He tugged the loose spaghetti strap of her sundress with his thumb. The fabric slipped further down her arm. Then he touched the second strap, coaxing it lower until both rested loosely on her upper arms.
She still did not stop him.
She shifted her shoulders lightly, almost like she was giving him room. It was small, subtle, but unmistakable.
"He is bold," she thought, her cheeks warming.
Jin slid his fingers behind her back and found the hidden zipper beneath the fold of her dress. In one slow, controlled motion, he lowered it to her mid back. The sundress loosened immediately. The fabric softened around her torso, slipping slightly at the sides. He then pulled at soft blue straps of her lace bra as they slid down her shoulders, brushing her skin with a teasing softness. The zipper of her dress eased down another inch under his touch. The fabric slipped a little more, revealing the gentle swell of her breast framed by the lowered bra.
Her chest rose and fell quietly. Her nipples were already firm beneath the thin lace. Jin cupped her breast over the loosened dress at first. His hand was warm, steady, almost assessing her reaction. Then he slipped his fingers beneath the loosened bra cup.
His thumb found her nipple and flicked. Kushina's breath stuttered.
"fhmmmm…."
She let out a short, suppressed moan. Heat rushed up her throat. A warning spark lit in her mind.
'There are people outside,' she reminded herself, heart racing.
But her body leaned into his touch with a traitorous ache.
Her back arched just slightly, her lips parting. Her thighs tightened reflexively around his other hand.
'He really is this bold... unbelievable,' she whispered in her mind, both annoyed and undeniably affected. Kushina bit her lip. She stared straight ahead, jaw tense, furious at herself for not pushing him off. She wanted it more as she felt heat in her core. The stimulant in her system made her feel everything. Every brush of his fingers lit up her nerves like sparks dancing under her skin. The soft glow of the cabin lights only heightened the intimacy of the moment, trapping every small sound and every shiver between the walls.
And she still did not stop him.
Her fingers curled on her lap, gripping the fabric of her dress. The warmth from his touch kept blooming through her chest, her stomach, her thighs. She swallowed hard and tried to steady her breathing. The hum of the cocoon made the moment feel even more enclosed. Even more illicit.
Jin leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "Relax," he whispered gently. "No one can see us."
His hand traced upward again, scooping her breast from beneath the loosened cup, thumb circling her hardened nipple before rolling it between his fingers.
Her thighs pressed together. Her eyes fluttered for a moment. Heat simmered low in her belly.
"Jin..." she whispered, voice strained.
"Yes?" His lips curved, amused, knowing.
She did not answer. She could not trust her voice.
He leaned in farther, almost resting against her shoulder. His fingers trailed down from her breast, stroking the soft line beneath before gliding toward her waist.
Her breath hitched again as his fingertips slipped just under the loosened dress. The dress had fallen enough that her bra no longer held shape. It rested low, leaving the top of her breast exposed in the dim light.
Jin murmured quietly, "You look too hot now."
Kushina fought the urge to react, but a faint shiver ran down her spine.
His hand slid lower. Across her stomach. Warm. Slow. Dangerous.
Her body tensed. She whispered, "What are you doing..." but there was no force behind the words.
He smiled softly. "Just enjoying the moment." She wanted him to hurry up but he was teasing her.
His fingers brushed the top of her panties as her dress rested loosely over her thighs. Kushina inhaled sharply. The soft hum of the cocoon seemed to deepen around them, enclosing the moment in a private world where sound and breath felt amplified. The muted world outside might as well have been miles away. The moment hung suspended. And she still did not push him away.
Jin's other hand slid higher on her thigh. The slow movement lifted the sundress with it, the fabric gliding inch by inch until the hem gathered lazily at her waist. The soft blue lace of her panties came into view, hugging her hips with an intimate delicacy that made his eyes lower for a moment.
He traced the elastic edge, letting his fingertip glide along the curve of her hip. Then he hooked the elastic gently.
A pull as if he was testing.
And the Release.
'snap'
A faint snap as the lace flicked back against her skin.
She felt the warm pulse at her core throb in response. A small wave of heat rose from her stomach to her chest.
He tugged again. The sound was soft, almost playful. Her legs tensed, but they did not close. They parted instead. Barely. Just enough for him to understand she was not resisting.
Her breath warmed. A quiet flutter rose in her chest.
'Curious how far he will dare…' she thought, pulse quickening.
Jin's finger slipped beneath the edge of her panties.
Then lower.
And then past.
He found her waxed pussy. Which was warm and already wet.
He traced his hand inside with a slow rub and a gentle circle.
"hah.."
Firm enough to drag a sharp exhale out of her before she could hold it back.
"hann.."
A soft gasp escaped her lips, barely caught between her teeth.
She did not push his hand away.
Her thighs trembled lightly. The privacy cocoon felt too small now, the dim lights too intimate, the air too charged. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but each stroke made it harder.
He slipped farther between her folds, stroking her with a confidence that surprised even him. His touch was steady, slow, and entirely focused on reading every small reaction she gave. The wet heat gathering around his fingertip made his eyes darken.
His touch told her exactly what he wanted.And her stillness, her deliberate stillness, told him she was not denying him.
It was different from the night before with Yami. Last night she had participated, guiding, touching, moving with intention. Here she was letting Jin take the lead. Letting him explore her under the soft effects running through her body. Letting him decide the pace. Letting him discover how wet she already was albeit she had been drugged but it wasn't so hard it was only pushing what she was denying what she had been waiting for her gusband..
She felt herself slipping deeper into the sensation. The stimulant in her system made everything sharper. The glide of his finger. The warm air between her legs. The rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples pressed against the loosened bra, hard and aching.
Jin leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. He did not whisper words. He simply breathed her in. His finger continued its slow circles, spreading her wetness, exploring the delicate warmth of her folds.
Kushina swallowed hard.
A subtle shiver ran up her spine.
Her thighs pressed together for a moment, trapping his hand between them. Not to stop him. Only reacting. Only feeling. She eased them open again just as slowly.
He stroked deeper. The wet sound barely audible in the enclosed space.
Her lips parted. Her eyes fluttered briefly.
She kept her gaze pointed forward, the screen glowing dimly in front of her, but she was no longer seeing anything. Her mind felt suspended between awareness and heat, pulled taut by the tension building inside her.
Jin's fingers moved with growing certainty. He pressed the heel of his palm against her mound while circling her clit with the soft pad of his finger.
Her breath caught again.
"Hmmmh" she covered her mouth with her hand to suppress moan
She whispered, barely audible, "Jin…"
The sound was not a protest.
He felt the shift in her tone and responded by drawing a slow line down her slit, gathering her wetness, then sliding up again.
Her hips twitched.
His touch grew more focused.
The heat inside her grew thicker, coiling tightly in her belly. The stimulant made every nerve seem awake, amplifying each movement of his hand.
Kushina tried to steady her breathing, but her chest rose and fell quicker. Her thighs trembled again, and this time the tremor lingered.
She felt herself wanting to lean into him. Not out of affection. Not out of any deeper desire. Only because the pleasure threaded up her spine demanded space.
Jin watched every shift of her expression. Her parted lips. Her flushed throat. The way her shoulders pulled back slightly as the pleasure built.
He could tell she was fighting her reactions, trying to keep control.
His hand slipped under the loosened band of her bra. He cupped her breast again, thumb brushing her nipple in a rhythm that matched the slow teasing between her legs.
Kushina's head tipped back against the seat for a brief second. Her breath trembled.
He rubbed her clit again. Her body answered him instantly. A soft shake ran through her stomach as his fingers pressed deeper. And then there it was.
"hhhhnnnnh"
Her back arched slightly as she let out a suppressed moan. Her panties clung to her now, damp and warm from arousal. Jin noticed the darkened patch and exhaled quietly, almost in awe.
He leaned in, voice low and steady. "Kushina-san, you are so wet." Her cheeks burned in excitement and embarrassment both. Her eyes closed for a moment, breath trembling.
Jin grew bolder. When he saw the shimmer of her arousal glistening on his fingers, he lifted them slowly. He licked them clean without shame, tasting her, letting the flavor sit on his tongue.
'She tastes delicious,' he thought, eyes darkening. 'And she is weak under the stimulant. Far weaker than she realizes'.
He slid one hand to the back of her dress again and lowered the zipper the rest of the way. The soft sound of metal descending barely registered over her uneven breathing. The summer dress loosened completely.
He tugged the neckline down. The fabric glided past her breasts with a smooth, fluid slide.
Her right breast spilled free, soft and full. Her nipple was already hard, standing out against the cool air as it slipped out of her lace bra.
Kushina inhaled sharply. Her eyes flicked to the cocoon;s closed walls. She did not cover herself. She only muttered under her breath, cheeks flushed, voice low and tense:
"ahhh… You are reckless, Jin… never thought you had it in you."
They were bold words from a woman sitting almost naked in a public flight under a thin sheet of privacy . But there was no refusal. Not even a hint of it. But they sounded like a challenge instead.
Her breasts rose and fell quickly now, the exposed nipple stiff and overly sensitive from the teasing he had already given her.
Jin slid his finger under her loosened bra strap and dragged it slowly down her arm as he unhooked it as well from her back. The lace slipped off with almost no resistance. Then he tugged the bra fully away from her body and set it beside them.
Kushina's breasts were completely bare now with stiff pink nipples, glowing softly in the dim light of the private pod. The cocoon walls held them in a warm, quiet world far removed from the cabin outside.
He stared. And then leaned in. His mouth closed over her nipple.
Sucking in firm and deliberate motion.
"Hnnnnnh" she let out another suppressed moan.
His tongue circled the peak, flicking until it tightened even more. Kushina bit down on her knuckle to keep a sound from escaping.
"Hnnnnhhhhhhhhnnnnnhhhhhhh"
Her body arched toward him instinctively, pressing her chest closer to his mouth.
Heat surged through her, spreading from her breast down her stomach, pooling low between her legs.
'Damn it… he is actually sucking my breasts… on a flight… and I am letting him. Why does this feels so exhilratinmg…hmmmm'
Jin's other hand moved to her left breast. He cupped it fully, squeezing and kneading, rolling her nipple between his fingers with slow, sensual pressure.
"Hnnnhhhhhhhh"
Her thighs knotted with tension. Her breathing grew shallow. The warm spike from the stimulant made every touch feel amplified, sharper at the edges, deeper in sensation.
She whispered his name through clenched teeth.
"Jin…ahnnn" he spoke as she let out her hand away from her mouth for a moment.
He lifted his head just long enough to murmur against her skin:
"I told you… you have no idea what you do to me."
His free hand drifted down to her waist. The dress was already bunched around her stomach. He hooked two fingers under the waistband of her lace panties.
Slowly and deliberately, he tugged. The fabric slid down her hips. Then her thighs. Then to her knees.
The lace stretched, then settled, trapping her legs parted just slightly but baring her entirely. Her pink, puffy pussy lips glistened in the dim light right in front of his eyes.
"hhhhahhhnnnahhhh"
Kushina gasped softly. Her instinct told her to cover herself, to pull the dress down, to lower her hand, to shield what was now fully exposed.
But Jin's mouth returned to her nipple.
She froze. Her body trembled. Her thighs tightened, not closing, but bracing.Her heart pounded.
'He's undressing me… here, on a flight… with so many people around… Kami… why am I not stopping him?' she thought.
She pressed her lips together, trying to calm the quickening pulse under her skin. Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves. Jin kissed his way up across her breasts, leaving a trail of warm pressure. His lips lingered at the soft curve between them before he moved his palm back between her legs, fingers stroking deliberately.
Her breath hitched again. Her thighs parted a little more.
Heat simmered and spread through her belly, a slow ache that deepened with every stroke.
The soft mechanical hum of the privacy divider whispered in the background, enclosing them in the low-lit space. With her dress unzipped and pulled down around her waist, her bra discarded, and panties still tangled at her ankles, Kushina was now as good as nude in her plush leather seat.
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Jin leaned in again, his mouth latching onto her nipple with practiced greed. He sucked slowly and deeply, drawing the hardened peak between his lips before letting his tongue flick against it. Each stroke sent a ripple of sensation through her chest.
His one hand moved across her body to claim her second breast, kneading the soft flesh, teasing the neglected nipple until it rose just as firm and sensitive. Below, his other hand's fingers resumed their rhythm. Two digits brushed against her slick folds, moving in slow, wet circles that grazed her clit with every few passes. Her hips jolted at the contact, as if her body had been waiting for that exact pressure. Her breath caught sharply.
Soft moans escaped her.
"Hnnnhhhhhhhh…"
Her chest trembled under the dual sensations. The stimulant in her system heightened everything. It stripped away every soft barrier she normally kept between mind and body. Every nerve felt exposed. Every touch felt deeper. His mouth on her breast felt like a mix of heat and silk. His fingers between her legs sent sparks through her.
She shuddered, her body tightening around the rising wave of pleasure.
Not just from his touch. But from the way her body responded eagerly and hungrily.
She did not pull away. She did not cover herself. She did not tell him to stop now, completely let him. Forgetting about her vow she made not a few hours ago.
Her thighs parted a little more, instinct guiding the motion. Her breath trembled again as Jin drew her nipple back into his mouth, sucking with a slow pressure that almost made her see white behind her eyelids.
"Hnnn… ahhh…"
Her hand reached the gaps between seats, fingers curling tightly around the leather. Her body arched softly into his mouth and his hand at the same time. The cocoon lights painted her skin in warm tones as she trembled, her breasts rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths.
His fingers stroked deeper, sliding through her wetness with practiced ease. The sound was soft but unmistakable in the enclosed space.
Her thighs flexed again. A breathy moan slipped from her lips.
"Hhhhnnnhh… Jin…"
Her voice was barely audible, but the sound carried a weight she could not disguise. It was the sound of a woman fighting the rush building inside her and losing.
Jin felt her pulse quicken under his palm. He moved his mouth to her other breast, sucking with the same slow, teasing hunger. His tongue traced circles around the nipple before pulling it gently between his lips.
Her back arched. Her legs trembled. Her breath shook. Her fingers pressed against the leather harder, knuckles whitening. Every stroke of his hand between her legs in her gushing pussy pulled another soft reaction from her.
"Hnnnhhh… ahhh…"
Her body leaned into him unconsciously, offering more, wanting more. The stimulant pushed every sensation closer to the edge, blurring the line between restraint and surrender. She felt her stomach tighten. Heat coiled low in her belly. Her breath quickened again.
She tried to speak, but the words dissolved into a trembling exhale.
Jin pressed a slow circle directly over her clit.
Her entire body jolted. A sharp, desperate sound escaped her.
"Hhhhnnnnhh…!"
She clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes squeezing shut. Her chest heaved, nipples hard and flushed from his mouth. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but Jin's hand held its place, stroking her with steady confidence.
She forced her gaze toward the ceiling of the cocoon, trying to anchor herself, trying to keep quiet. Her pulse throbbed in her ears, her breathing shallow and uneven.
Jin continued his slow assault, lips working her nipple while his hand stroked deeper between her thighs. His fingers danced over her folds, spreading her open just enough to let the heat of his palm seep closer.
"You feel this alive with me," he whispered against her skin, his breath warming her breast. "Yami will never forgive himself. I don't know how you fell for him so easily last night…."
Kushina bit her lip, trying to suppress the startled gasp that surged up her throat. A shaky, breathless sound escaped her lips, something between a gasp and a laugh, more reflex than humor.
"You are too sure of yourself," she murmured, voice tight.
But the tremble in her words betrayed her completely.
Her body had turned traitor. It had chosen arousal over reason, thrill over propriety. She was wet. Aching. Letting this bold, arrogant boy play her like an instrument while her mind spiraled.
'What is wrong with me?' she thought. 'Am I really letting him do this? On a plane?....No, I'm already allowed so much..…'
His tongue returned to her nipple, sucking harder now. She arched her back involuntarily, the movement pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
She clutched the edge of her seat, knuckles whitening.
"Hnnnhhh… ahhh…"
She did not push him away. Her body began to tremble in rhythm with his touch.
Still, she did not return the favor. Her hands never reached for him. She did not kiss him. Did not whisper his name.
She simply allowed. And that drove Jin wild.
He pressed harder, two fingers working now. Fast. Precise. Relentless.
Kushina's head fell back against the seat. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, teeth clamping down on her lip as a wave of heat crashed through her.
Her climax was sharp, high, and silent.
"hnnhnhnhnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Her thighs convulsed. Her stomach clenched. Her breath caught, then sputtered into shallow gasps. She came hard. Right there, in that seat, beside him.
And Jin watched her the entire time. Watching her fall apart without a single word of resistance.
"Hnnnhhh… ahh… hhhhnn…"
As her body calmed, her chest still heaving, she turned her head slowly.
Their eyes met. His eyes were dark with satisfaction. Hers were unreadable.
Outside the cocooned privacy divider looked like nothing was a miss. Behind it, Yami sat in silence. He could not see.
But he could feel it. He knew something had happened.
And it burned in his chest.
TBC
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