The bedroom was dark, cooled by a breeze drifting through the partly open window. Ino paused halfway across the floor, her bare toes pressing into the rug as she looked at the large bed. She had confidently removed her lingerie downstairs, posed for the camera, and led him up the stairs, but standing in the bedroom made the final step feel real.
Kenji did not offer a reassuring speech. He closed the bedroom door, stepped up behind her, and slid both hands over her naked ass.
He kissed the side of her neck, squeezing her cheeks while pressing his erection directly against the cleft of her ass. The blunt contact sent a shock of heat through Ino, mixing her lingering nervousness with fresh arousal. Instead of moving away, she gripped his forearms and leaned her back against his chest.
A blue window chimed in the dark.
[New Mission]
Claim Ino Yamanaka.
Reward: +5,000 SP
Kenji dismissed it without commenting.
He turned Ino around and lifted her onto the edge of the mattress. She expected him to push her back and begin immediately, given how aggressively she had teased him downstairs. Instead, Kenji took his time. He spread her thighs, ran his hands upward over her ribs and breasts, and leaned in to kiss down the column of her neck.
Ino complained that he had already spent the evening staring at her.
"Photographs don't react when I touch them," Kenji answered.
He sucked and bit hard along her collarbone, moving to the pale, upper swell of her breast. He left several dark, bruised hickeys against her skin. Ino realized what he was doing and warned him that she had active missions and daytime shifts at the flower shop.
Kenji ignored the complaint and left another dark mark just above her cleavage.
He pushed her onto her back and knelt on the mattress between her spread legs. Downstairs, she had used her mouth to break his composure. Kenji returned the favor.
He began with his hands. Golden Finger guided his thumb into the exact rhythm her body responded to while two fingers gradually entered her wet pussy. His fingertips curled inward, shifting pressure with unnatural precision that made Ino's breath hitch. She tried biting her lip to remain quiet, but her hips jerked upward against his knuckles.
Kenji reminded her that she had been much louder while posing for the camera.
Once her entrance was thoroughly wet and loosened by his fingers, Kenji leaned down and used the Magic Tongue.
His tongue visibly extended past normal human limits, flattening broadly against her pussy. He flicked rapidly across her swollen clit and vibrated with unnatural speed while his fingers continued thrusting inside her. The combined sensory overload shattered Ino's restraint. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, clamped her thighs tightly around his head, and let out a breathless cry. Her first orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking, gasping, and dripping wet before he even attempted penetration.
When Kenji finally lifted his head, Ino's chest heaved. She accused him of using some kind of disgusting secret technique.
"It's an advanced clan art," Kenji told her.
"You don't have a clan."
"That's why it nearly went extinct."
Kenji stood up from the bed and removed the rest of his clothes.
Ino had already seen and tasted his cock downstairs, but looking up at the full nine-inch length while lying naked beneath him was different. It was still wet from her saliva, completely hard, and thick enough to make her question the confidence that had brought her upstairs.
She looked from the heavy shaft to her own body and accused him of deliberately buying oversized equipment.
Kenji did not admit that she was almost correct. He moved between her legs, stroked the shaft once, and let the swollen head drag through her wet folds, coating it in her juices. Ino's body tensed automatically whenever the blunt tip pressed near her entrance.
Kenji kept teasing the sensitive folds until her irritation overtook her nervousness. Scowling at him, she spread her legs wider herself.
Kenji guided the head against her pussy and began pressing inside.
The thick head stretched her tight entrance. Ino's fingers dug hard into his bare shoulders, her expression tightening into a wince. Kenji pushed forward just a few inches. Her body instinctively resisted the unfamiliar, heavy thickness forcing its way inside.
When Ino's discomfort became obvious, Kenji stopped.
He remained still, supporting his weight on his forearms while her tight pussy slowly adjusted around the few inches already inside.
Ino initially turned her head and hid her face against his shoulder, hating the feeling of appearing vulnerable. Kenji distracted her, pressing soft kisses against her neck and rubbing her clit gently with one thumb.
After a while, the rigid tension in her muscles began to fade. Her breathing slowly levelled out.
Ino moved her hips experimentally. The slight motion caused another uncomfortable stretch, but it also sparked a deep, heavy flare of pleasure. Kenji still did not push forward. He waited until she hooked one bare leg around his waist and pulled him closer.
"Keep going," she whispered.
He pushed deeper in small, steady stages, pausing whenever her grip on his shoulders tightened. The steady pressure continued until his hips met hers and the full cock settled deep inside her.
Ino lay perfectly still for several seconds, breathing hard, feeling the heavy, unfamiliar length stretching her from the inside.
Kenji looked down at her flushed face. "Do you still think the crimson lingerie was the dangerous part of the evening?"
"Shut up."
Kenji began with shallow strokes. The first thrusts remained slow and controlled while Ino learned how the movement felt. Her discomfort gradually faded beneath the friction, the return of Golden Finger circling her clit, and the thick pressure of his cock sliding inside her.
She stopped merely enduring his weight and began lifting her hips off the mattress to meet him.
Kenji increased the depth and pace. The heavy wooden bedframe shifted against the floorboards. Ino's attempts to muffle her voice failed completely as each thrust pushed him deeper, drawing sharp, breathless moans from her throat.
Kenji leaned down and bit her neck again, sucking hard against the sensitive skin. Ino warned him again that people would see the marks.
"Wear a higher collar," Kenji answered against her skin.
Ino pulled his head down and bit his shoulder hard in retaliation.
Once she had adjusted fully to his size, Kenji rolled onto his back, bringing her with him and pulling her on top.
The sudden shift in position restored Ino's controlling personality. She sat up straight above him, placed both hands flat against his chest, and tried to dictate the pace. Lowering herself onto the full thickness again made her thighs shake, but she stubbornly sank her weight down until she had taken the entire shaft.
She began riding slowly, watching Kenji's face for reactions. Her confidence flared when her grinding hips forced a low groan from his chest, matching the sounds she had pulled from him downstairs. She deliberately tightened her inner muscles around him and leaned forward.
"Is this the real thing you wanted to hear?" she asked, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
Kenji gripped her hips and drove his pelvis upward.
Her control instantly fractured. The riding became rough and frantic. Ino's heavy breasts bounced above him, her nails dragging red lines across his chest.
Kenji's cock repeatedly disappeared deep into her wet pussy, hitting her cervix. She tried to reestablish the rhythm, but lost it every single time he thrust upward to meet her descent.
The bedframe knocked rhythmically against the bedroom wall. Her sharp, breathless cries grew louder, carrying freely through the open windows into the quiet night.
Kenji eventually grabbed her bare ass with both hands, using his grip to force her body into a relentless, bruising pace.
Ino gasped, complaining brokenly that she was supposed to be in control.
"You lasted longer than expected," Kenji told her.
He gripped her waist, flipped her onto her back again, lifted her legs high, and pushed them wide apart.
By now, Ino was thoroughly adjusted, soaked, and actively pulling him closer by his shoulders. The final stretch became faster and rougher. Golden Finger worked her slick clit while his cock drove deep inside her with bruising force.
Ino's second orgasm hit her even harder than the first. Her pussy spasmed and tightened fiercely around the thick shaft. She locked her legs securely around his waist, her nails digging into his back, refusing to let him pull away.
Kenji felt his control tighten as her pussy clenched around him. He could have held back longer, but with her legs locked around his waist and her nails digging into his back, he stopped delaying it. He drove his hips forward, buried himself as deeply as possible, and finished inside her.
His cock pulsed inside her, pumping thick, hot cum deep into her pussy while he remained buried to the hilt. Ino felt every heavy spurt. When Kenji finally pulled out, white cum followed his cock and leaked down between her thighs onto the sheets.
The moment her dazed pleasure cleared enough for her to feel the heat pooling inside her, Ino's eyes widened in sheer panic.
She shoved at his chest, accusing him of being insane.
Kenji calmly reached toward the small bedside drawer.
While pulling the drawer open, he accessed the Direct Shop in his mind. The pill materialized instantly in his hidden palm, appearing as though he had simply grabbed it from the wooden drawer.
[Pregnancy Prevention Pill Purchased: 100 SP]
He handed the small pill to Ino along with a glass of water from the nightstand.
"Pregnancy prevention," Kenji said. "No side effects."
Ino examined the small pill suspiciously, holding it up to the dim light. She asked him where he obtained something like that.
"Money buys better medicine," Kenji said.
That was enough for her. She swallowed the pill with the water and set the empty glass on the nightstand. The moment her head touched the pillow again, the remaining strength seemed to drain out of her body.
Kenji dropped onto the mattress beside her.
Neither of them paid attention to the ruined sheets or the warm cum still slowly leaking between her thighs. Ino was too tired to move, and Kenji looked far too satisfied with himself to care.
She stared at the ceiling for several seconds before the complaints began.
"My thighs hurt. My neck is covered in bruises. You took those disgusting photographs, left the windows open, and finished inside me before telling me you had that pill."
Kenji folded one arm behind his head. "You were the one wrapping your legs around me and demanding that I go harder."
Ino grabbed the nearest pillow and struck him across the face.
"That is completely unrelated."
She tried shifting toward the far side of the bed, but the movement sent a dull ache through her hips and made her thighs tremble. Ino immediately stopped, silently reconsidered every decision she had made that evening, and settled back against the mattress.
Kenji caught her around the waist and pulled her closer.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself," she muttered.
"I'm naturally cheerful."
"You're naturally unbearable."
He pulled the heavy blanket over them both. Ino initially lay facing away from him, staring at the wall, pretending she only stayed because walking home in the dark would be inconvenient.
A few minutes later, she shifted. She moved backward until her bare ass rested warmly against his crotch, reached back, and pulled his arm securely around her waist.
Kenji immediately cupped her breast.
"You're not starting again," Ino muttered into the pillow.
His hand squeezed the soft flesh once. "I'm checking the damage."
She elbowed him weakly in the ribs, but she did not move his hand away.
Only after Ino's breathing leveled out and she fell asleep did the blue window appear in the dark.
[Mission Complete]
[Reward: +5,000 SP]
[Current Balance: 51,890 SP]
Kenji closed the prompt. He looked down at the sleeping blonde beside him, noting the dark marks visible along her collarbone in the moonlight. Downstairs, Doom shifted heavily in his sleep, his massive tail thumping once against the floorboards.
Kenji remembered that the bedroom windows were still partly open.
From the neighboring house, something struck the outside wall hard enough to produce a dull, echoing thud.
Kenji glanced toward the window, realized Xiyan had probably heard everything for the last hour, and smirked before closing his eyes.
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