It had rained heavily the night before. The ground near Training Ground 44 was pure, thick mud.
I stood alone in the clearing, stretching my arms.
Rustle.
A shadow dropped from the canopy above. Anko Mitarashi landed heavily in the mud behind me. She wore her signature tan trench coat and the tight fishnet bodysuit. She cracked her knuckles.
"I've been looking for you, brat."
I didn't turn around right away. I just smirked. "Missed me already, Anko? Getting pinned in the hot springs wasn't enough for you?"
Anko bared her teeth. A vein popped on her forehead. "I'm going to beat you into a bloody pulp. No holding back this time."
She didn't use jutsu. She lunged straight at me.
She threw a vicious right hook. I ducked. She followed up instantly with a sweeping low kick aimed at my knees.
I didn't dodge. I grabbed her ankle mid-swing.
I yanked her leg hard, destroying her balance. But Anko was a Special Jonin. She twisted in mid-air, wrapping her thighs tightly around my neck to lock me in a lethal chokehold.
I didn't tap out. I didn't even flinch. I just used brute, Uzumaki-tier strength.
I grabbed her waist, lifted her high into the air, and slammed her straight down into the mud.
SPLAT.
Anko gasped loudly. The wind was completely knocked out of her lungs.
Before she could even blink, I dropped down right on top of her. I straddled her waist. I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them hard into the mud above her head.
She thrashed violently under me. She bucked her hips, splashing cold mud all over us.
"Get off me!" she snarled.
"You wanted a grappling match," I said flatly. My weight kept her completely immobilized. "But you suck at it."
I didn't waste time. I shoved my free hand right under her heavy trench coat.
Her fishnet bodysuit was soaked with mud and water. It clung tightly to her bare skin. I grabbed her left boob. The wet mesh dug into my palm as I squeezed the heavy flesh hard.
Anko gasped. Her eyes went wide. The fight drained out of her body instantly.
"Ah... stop..."
"Stop? You tracked me down," I whispered. I leaned my face close to hers, ignoring the mud on her cheek. "You wanted this. You like being overpowered."
I rubbed my thumb roughly over her stiff nipple through the wet mesh.
Anko arched her back. She pressed her heavy chest up into my hand, letting out a breathy moan. The sadistic interrogator was completely melting.
"You're a sadist, Anko. But right now, you're just prey."
I slid my hand down her flat stomach. I reached the waistband of her shorts. I slipped my bare fingers inside.
I grabbed a firm handful of her bare ass. I kneaded the soft muscle right there in the mud.
Anko let out a sharp, ragged sound. Her hips twitched. She ground her wet crotch directly against my thigh. I could feel how incredibly wet she was. It soaked right through her underwear.
"I could rip this mesh off right now," I murmured against her neck. "Take you right here in the dirt. And you wouldn't even try to stop me."
She was completely flustered. The predator was broken. Her face burned a dark red under the mud. She bit her swollen lower lip, panting heavily.
"Y-You're a monster..." she breathed out.
"I'm a winner."
I gave her bare ass one last, brutal squeeze.
I let go of her wrists and stood up. I wiped the mud off my hands on my pants.
Anko didn't try to attack me. She didn't even get up. She just lay there in the mud. She pulled her coat tightly over her chest, shivering from the cold air and the intense, undeniable arousal.
[System Notification: The Snake Charmer.]
[Action: Physical and Psychological Dominance Achieved.]
[Reward: +2,000 SP. Anko Mitarashi Relationship -> Flustered / Submissive.]
"Clean yourself up, Anko," I said, looking down at her. "You look like a mess."
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