A few weeks had passed.
It was a bright night, 10 o'clock, at Hidden Mist Village.
Moonlight spilled across the lake, silver and liquid, catching every ripple and shimmering against the petals of countless flowers along the bank. The blooms glowed softly in the pale light, their colors almost unreal—deep violets, fiery oranges, delicate pinks, and soft whites dancing in the reflection of the water. The scene was a feast for anyone's eyes, but not hers. She barely noticed the beauty of the night. Her mind was fogged with darkness, fixated on one thing: a very big, veiny, dark cock.
Lost in this darkness, she pulled her dress away from her pussy and slid her hand into her panties, slowly fingering herself. Her eyes closed, her mind imprisoned in the darkness. She stood at the edge of an open balcony, oblivious to reality. Her fingers moved faster, and she added another finger, curling them deep inside her while her other hand squeezed her breasts.
Completely lost in lust, someone entered her room without permission and reached toward her. She didn't notice. Eyes still closed, moans escaped her lips, the world around her gone.
As she teetered on the edge of climax, she opened her eyes—and froze. Chōjūrō was there.
Her body shuddered, caught between ecstasy and panic. Her future husband had seen her like this. Worse, had she moaned anything about Raikage?
Chōjūrō's lips curved into a knowing smile.
"Miss Mei, I didn't think you were this sexually frustrated. Mind if I suggest something?"
Mei's cheeks flushed. She nodded, embarrassed.
He took a deep breath, stepping closer. "We're getting married in a few days," he said, taking both her hands in his and locking eyes with her. "So… let's fuck, Mei."
Their lips hovered, trembling inches apart, quivering with heat and unsaid desire. Their hands explored one another. Mei's fingers traced his crotch while Chōjūrō cupped her ass. Every second stretched, their breaths shallow, hearts pounding.
She leaned in and closed her eyes and was ready to kiss him fully. But the darkness returned. That same consuming darkness that had trapped her before. In her mind, she saw him—his whole body, every inch, a vision of desire that she couldn't escape.
She gasped, eyes wide, and pushed Chōjūrō away, voice breaking.
"A…"
Her body was slick, trembling, and completely wet. Without a second thought, she ran to the bathroom and locked herself inside. She formed a soundproof jutsu around the room and screamed, voice echoing off the tiles.
"Why can't I forget him? WHY?"
The cold shower poured over her, water sliding over every curve, soaking her. Her mind raced. She couldn't tell right from wrong. Desire and guilt tangled together, leaving her raw, drenched, and lost in confusion.
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