Ino woke later than usual. The morning sun was already filtering through the bedroom window, warming the sheets, and Kenji's hand was still resting comfortably beneath the blanket, cupping her breast.
She carefully lifted his arm, trying to move quietly, but the dull, heavy ache in her thighs and hips immediately reminded her of exactly what had happened the night before. Kenji woke the moment she removed his hand. He watched her slide toward the edge of the mattress.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kenji asked, his voice rough from sleep.
"Some people have actual work," Ino muttered, wincing slightly as she stood up.
Kenji propped himself up on one elbow and pointed toward the tall mirror in the corner of the room.
Ino paused, walked over, and stared at her reflection. Her blonde hair was a chaotic mess, but that was the least of her problems. Dark, bruised hickeys stained her pale collarbone, and several more prominent marks were scattered just above her cleavage. Through the mirror, she could also see Kenji sitting up, displaying the distinct bite marks and deep scratches she had left across his own shoulder and chest.
She turned around, her face flushing with fury.
"How am I supposed to hide all of this?" Ino demanded, gesturing wildly at her neck.
"Wear a higher collar."
"You said that last night!"
She turned toward the floor, then stopped.
All her clothes were downstairs where she had stripped for the camera. Only her hair ribbon had somehow made it into the bedroom.
"Wonderful."
Ino snatched one of Kenji's loose shirts from the nearby chair and pulled it over her head. The hem fell low enough to cover her ass. When she bent down to retrieve her ribbon, Kenji reached out and grabbed one bare cheek beneath the shirt.
Ino slapped his hand away.
He immediately grabbed her again.
"Are you incapable of behaving for five minutes?"
"Probably."
His fingers squeezed once before she straightened and limped toward the bedroom door.
Downstairs, Doom lifted his large head from the floor and watched Ino gather the clothes scattered near the camera setup. She dressed hurriedly, stuffed the crumpled crimson lingerie into her bag, and absolutely refused to put it back on. The delicate lace was no longer comfortable.
Kenji came downstairs after pulling on a pair of loose trousers.
"Do you want breakfast?"
Ino glanced toward the windows, noticed how late the morning had become, and panicked.
"I'll eat at home."
She hurried toward the front door.
Kenji followed Ino outside wearing only loose trousers and no shirt.
Ino straightened her back and headed toward the main village streets. Her first few steps looked normal. The next one came noticeably shorter, and she immediately reached up to tug her collar higher.
Xiyan was crossing the lane between their houses, her porcelain mask hanging from two fingers. Dust still clung to her dark ANBU uniform. Apparently, the patrol had ended, but the paperwork had not.
Her gaze moved from Ino's hastily raised collar to her shortened steps, then finally to Kenji standing shirtless at his gate.
One eyebrow rose.
"Which girl did you bring home last night?" Xiyan asked, her voice carrying across the small gap between the properties.
Kenji leaned casually against the gate. "Why? Jealous?"
"Jealous?" Xiyan gave him a flat, unimpressed look. "She sounded inexperienced."
Kenji pushed away from the gate and crossed the narrow gap between their properties. One arm circled Xiyan's waist while his other hand closed firmly over her ass.
"You were listening closely enough to judge?"
Xiyan answered by stepping into him. Her hips pressed against the front of his loose trousers, and she deliberately rubbed herself over the cock beginning to harden beneath the fabric.
"Listening wasn't optional," Xiyan murmured, looking up at him. "Half the neighborhood probably knows when she came."
Kenji squeezed her ass harder and pulled her firmly against his growing erection. "That wall is thicker than you think."
"The window wasn't."
Kenji remembered the partly open bedroom window.
Xiyan kissed him. The brief contact became rough almost immediately. She bit his lower lip hard, ground her hips against him once more, and then stepped away before he could pull her back in.
Kenji caught her wrist and palmed one breast through her dark uniform shirt.
Xiyan let him squeeze the soft flesh once before twisting smoothly out of his grip.
"I still have a report to submit," she told him, adjusting her gear. She took two steps toward the street, stopped, and looked back at the erection tenting his loose trousers. "Otherwise, I would have shown you whether I'm jealous."
Kenji watched her turn the corner. He glanced down at what she had left him dealing with.
"Not jealous at all," he muttered.
Kenji returned inside. The bedroom remained a mess from the previous night, the sheets tangled and pillows thrown aside. Ino's discarded hair ribbon still lay beside the bed. Kenji stepped over it, dropped backward onto the mattress, and opened the System.
[Shameless Points: 51,890 SP]
He stared at the blue interface, checking the condensed summary of his primary abilities.
[HOST STATUS]
[Name: Kenji Sato]
[True Combat Evaluation: Lower Kage]
[COMBAT SKILL GROWTH]
[Observation Haki — Level 1]
[Future Sight — 0.5 Seconds]
[Armament Haki — Level 1]
[Elastic Chakra: Bungee Gum — Level 1]
Kenji tapped the three entries one after another.
"Level one. Level one. Level one."
He opened his inventory and scrolled past lingerie, stolen panties, vibrating toys, duplicate photographs, and enough questionable books to stock an entire hidden section of a bookstore.
"But somehow I have enough women's underwear to open a shop."
The interface flickered.
[Host repeatedly spent SP on Gacha instead of pursuing practical combat growth.]
[The System merely respected the Host's priorities.]
Kenji stared at the message for several seconds.
"You didn't have to remember that."
Kenji opened the Premium Gacha tab and looked between the ten-pull button and his balance.
"One pull," he decided. "I'm not burning forty thousand points because the boxes sparkle."
[Statement recorded.]
"Delete that."
[Premium Ten-Pull]
[Cost: 9,000 SP]
Kenji confirmed the purchase.
The first box coughed out an expired energy drink. The second produced a bent spoon.
Kenji stared at it. "Nine hundred points for cutlery damaged before delivery. Excellent service."
Ordinary smoke bombs followed, then a duplicate copy of Icha Icha Paradise, a box of high-quality chakra paper, women's black lace stockings, cheap massage oil, and several blank storage scrolls.
The ninth box released a glossy photograph of an unfamiliar mature kunoichi.
Kenji studied it from two different angles before carefully sliding it into his inventory.
[This reward appears to contradict the Host's earlier complaint.]
"It's intelligence material."
[Identity of target: Unknown.]
"Highly classified intelligence material."
The final box opened in a burst of brilliant purple light.
[Purple Reward]
[Skill Upgrade Token]
[Raises one Level 1 skill to Level 2.]
[Restrictions: Cannot upgrade bloodlines, MAX skills, familiars, bound entities, or unique legendary techniques.]
[9,000 SP Deducted]
[Current Balance: 42,890 SP]
Kenji tapped Observation Haki first.
Half a second of warning had saved him before, but seeing a sword approaching would not help much if his hand shattered when he blocked it.
He moved to Bungee Gum. A thin strand of elastic chakra stretched between his fingers before snapping back against his palm.
Still sticky. Still ridiculous. Still capable of pulling weapons, tripping enemies, and restraining women. No urgent problem there.
Kenji flexed his right hand. He could still remember Samehada crashing against his Armament-coated palm during their first encounter. The coating had held, but numbness had crawled from his fingers all the way into his wrist.
"Armament," Kenji decided. "I'm attached to having fingers."
He crushed the token in his mind.
[Skill Upgrade Token Used]
[Armament Haki: Level 1 → Level 2]
[New Applications: Stable forearm hardening. Stable Kusanagi coating. Improved impact resistance. Reduced Haki drain during repeated clashes.]
Kenji held up his right arm and activated the skill. A sleek, metallic black coating instantly traveled from his knuckles, wrapping cleanly up his forearm and stopping sharply at his elbow.
He drew Kusanagi and ran the Haki over the blade. The dark sheen coated the metal effortlessly and remained perfectly stable. Satisfied, he dismissed the interface and sheathed the sword.
****
Late that night, Kenji was lying in bed reading a scroll when a sharp tap sounded against the partly open window.
Xiyan slipped sideways through the window. Her porcelain mask hung from one hand, and her heavier flak jacket was gone. A faint streak of dust crossed one shoulder of the tight dark undershirt she still wore above her shinobi trousers.
"You left the window open again," she noted, stepping onto the floorboards.
Kenji closed his scroll and tossed it onto the nightstand. "I was expecting a noise complaint."
Xiyan walked directly to the bed. "I came to deliver one."
She climbed onto him, swinging a leg over to straddle his waist. Kenji immediately reached up and grabbed her ass with both hands.
Xiyan ground heavily against his lap. She leaned down and kissed him. "Did the blonde use all your energy?"
"Check personally," Kenji replied against her mouth.
Her hand slipped quickly past his waistband, sliding into his trousers. She found him already rock hard.
"Apparently not."
Xiyan rolled her hips in a slow, punishing rhythm, her breath catching as Kenji squeezed and spread both cheeks of her ass, pulling her tighter against him. Her hand stroked him firmly beneath the fabric while Kenji gripped the hem of her tight undershirt and pulled it upward. He kissed her roughly, pressing her back until she broke away, breathing heavily.
She pushed his shoulders backward, pinning him flat against the mattress.
Xiyan reached back without looking and pushed the bedroom window firmly shut.
"The neighbors have heard enough from this room for one week," she said.
Kenji looked toward the closed glass. "So you're planning to be quiet?"
Xiyan grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it entirely over her head, dropping it onto the floor.
"I didn't say that."
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