The moon was high over Konoha, casting long, silver shadows across my bedroom floor. I was lying on my ridiculously expensive mattress, staring at the ceiling, tossing a kunai into the air and catching it.
I was bored.
The adrenaline from the Forest of Death and the Preliminaries had worn off, leaving me restless. My chakra reserves were full, my body was thrumming with energy, and my newly upgraded stats from the [Lewd Shop] were making it very difficult to just sleep.
Suddenly, my senses flared.
A faint, suppressed chakra signature had just entered the perimeter of the house next door. It was moving quickly but heavily, like someone exhausted but disciplined.
"The neighbor is home," I muttered, sitting up.
I walked over to the window and peeked through the blinds. The lights in Yugao Uzuki's house flickered on. Through the thin curtains of her second-story bedroom, I could see a silhouette.
An ANBU Captain coming home late from a mission, I thought, a wicked smile spreading across my face. She's probably stressed. Tense. In need of... relaxation.
I opened my inventory.
"System. Equip [Invisibility Cloak (Harry Potter Replica)]."
A shimmer of silvery fabric materialized in my hands. I threw it over my shoulders, pulling the hood up. I looked down at my hands. They were completely gone.
"Perfect."
[Skill: Silent Tread - Active.]
I slipped out of my window, dropping down to the grass below without making a single sound. I scaled the wooden fence separating our properties and climbed the side of her house, latching onto the windowsill of her slightly opened bathroom window.
I slid inside like a phantom.
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[Yugao's House - Master Bathroom]
The bathroom was spacious and attached directly to her bedroom. The door connecting the two rooms was wide open.
I stood in the corner of the bathroom, completely invisible, watching the bedroom.
Yugao walked in. She looked completely drained.
She was still wearing her full ANBU uniform. The porcelain cat mask was pushed up to the side of her head, revealing a face framed by messy, beautiful purple hair. There was a smudge of dirt—or maybe dried blood—on her cheek.
She let out a long, heavy sigh that made her chest heave, dropping her katana onto the bed with a dull thud.
Then, the show began.
She unbuckled the heavy grey flak jacket and let it drop to the floor. Underneath, she wore the standard-issue tight black ANBU undershirt and mesh armor.
She reached back, grabbing the hem of the black shirt, and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion.
I stopped breathing.
She wasn't wearing a bra. She was completely bare underneath.
The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat covering her toned, athletic body. Her breasts were perfect—full, heavy, and tipped with dark, tight peaks that reacted to the cool night air.
She stretched her arms high above her head, letting out a soft groan as her spine popped. The motion lifted her breasts higher, pulling the skin taut across her ribs. The stretch beautifully exposed her smooth, damp armpits, glistening with the hard-earned sweat of a high-rank mission.
Damn, I thought, my mouth going dry. The physical conditioning of a swordswoman is top tier. Not an ounce of useless fat. Just pure, lethal curves.
She peeled off her arm guards and the dark pants, stepping out of them until she was completely naked. She smelled of sharp steel, pine needles, and the rich, musky scent of a woman who had been exerting herself all day.
It was intoxicating.
She walked into the bathroom, passing right by me. I could have reached out and touched the swell of her hip. The heat radiating off her damp skin hit my face.
She turned on the shower, letting the water run hot. Steam immediately began to fill the small room, clouding the mirrors.
She stepped into the water.
I crept closer, the Invisibility Cloak masking my body perfectly. I stood just a foot away from the glass shower door.
Water cascaded down her purple hair, plastering it to her back. She tilted her head back, letting the water hit her face, her hands coming up to scrub her neck and chest. The soap lathered against her skin, sliding smoothly down the deep valley of her cleavage, over her flat stomach, and down the long, powerful lines of her thighs.
She raised an arm, scrubbing a soapy loofah under her armpit, her eyes closed in pure, exhausted bliss. The water washed the suds down her flank.
The visual was incredible. It was raw, unfiltered, and dangerously intimate.
My body reacted. It wasn't just my imagination— my hard dick was making itself known. The blood rushed south with a vengeance, creating a very prominent, very rigid tent under my pants.
I swallowed hard. Just look, I told myself. Don't touch. She'll slice you into sashimi.
But the steam was getting thick. The heat in the room was rising.
I shifted my weight slightly to get a better angle as she turned around to wash her back.
Squeak.
My wet sandal rubbed against the slick bathroom tile.
It was a microscopic sound. To a civilian, it would be nothing. To a Genin, it would be the wind.
To an ANBU Captain with a decade of assassination experience?
It was a gunshot.
Yugao froze instantly. The loofah dropped from her hand.
The relaxed, exhausted woman vanished in a microsecond, replaced by a cold-blooded killer. Her eyes snapped open, darting to the corner of the bathroom where I stood.
She didn't scream. She didn't gasp.
Her hand shot out, grabbing a razor-sharp kunai that she had hidden behind the shampoo bottles.
In one explosive movement, she kicked the glass shower door open, shattering it off its hinges. She lunged completely naked into the bathroom, her eyes scanning the empty space.
"Who's there?" she hissed, her voice dripping with pure, concentrated killing intent. The kunai was gripped tightly in her hand, the blade glinting menacingly.
She was looking right through me, but her instincts told her she wasn't alone. She could feel the displacement of air.
Oh shit, I thought, holding my breath completely, a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead under the cloak. She's good.
She took a slow, calculated step forward, the water dripping from her bare, flawless body, completely unbothered by her nakedness in the face of a potential threat. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the steam.
"I know you're here," she whispered, raising the blade. "Show yourself, or I start swinging."
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