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Naruto: The Art of Deception 18
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 09:24:14 +0000 UTCChapter 18: Playtime is Over
Naruto let his fingers slide down Aimi’s arm, tracing lazy patterns against her skin as she led him inside. Her room was about what he expected. Clean but with that flowery scent that clung to her, a mix of expensive perfume and something sweeter. The door clicked shut behind them.
Aimi barely gave him a second before pulling him down, her lips crashing into his. Naruto smirked against her mouth.
“Someone’s impatient,” he murmured between kisses.
Aimi’s moaned as he bit down on her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before letting go with a soft pop. “You’re the one who didn’t even put up a fight.”
He chuckled, hands already traveling lower. He hooked his fingers into the tiny waistband of her thong, snapping it lightly before smoothing his palms over the full curve of her ass. She shivered under his touch.
Smack!
She let out a shaky exhale, but her hips pushed back into his hands, wordlessly asking for more. Naruto grabbed a handful of her ass, kneading roughly before landing another slap. She bit her lip, her body jerking at the sting, but she didn’t complain.
Before he could push things further, something caught his ear. Raised voices from the next room.
Aimi heard it too.
She blinked, still catching her breath, her lips slightly parted. “What the…?”
The voices were muffled but clear enough. Someone was arguing.
Aimi turned toward the wall, pressing her ear against it, curiosity winning out over whatever was happening between them.
Naruto leaned in slightly.
“What are they talking about?” he whispered.
She held up a finger, motioning for him to wait.
He let her listen, standing close behind her, hands resting lightly on her hips. She was completely absorbed, so much so that she didn’t seem to notice how close she had pressed against him.
Or maybe she did.
Her ass pushed back into him, the shift slow at first, unintentional, a natural movement as she adjusted her balance. But then she stilled, just for a second.
And then she rolled her hips back again, pressing against his hard length.
“Aimi..”
She didn’t answer. Just smirked, still focused on whatever was happening beyond the wall..
Naruto let out a slow breath and stepped back from Aimi, just enough to put a little space between them.
“…We can’t wait any longer.”
Naruto pressed his ear against the wall, tuning everything else out.
“The Konoha shinobi… if they break free, we’re dead men. We move now.”
A pause. Then a grunt.
“You sure about this? We haven’t gotten word from Kuroi yet.”
A scoff. “Kuroi isn’t giving orders anymore. Not when it matters.”
Naruto didn’t react, but his mind locked onto that detail.
“So we’re just taking matters into our own hands now?”
A chair scraped against the floor. “Someone has to. Gaiya’s gone, Kuroi’s stalling, and we’re sitting on two ticking time bombs. Those Konoha brats and the girl.”
Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly.
The girl. Ino?
A new voice, deeper, calm. “We should deal with the girl first.”
“No,” the first man snapped. “The shinobi are the real threat. If they escape, they’ll bring the whole damn Leaf down on us. We take them to the old cistern and finish them first. The girl can wait.”
Another pause.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“No, I’m cleaning up a mess. And you’re helping me do it.”
The scrape of a chair against the floor. Someone had stood up.
“Fine. But we do this fast. The tunnels aren’t safe.”
The first man scoffed. “They’re safe enough to dump bodies in.”
A sharp exhale. “I’ll round up the others. We move in fifteen.”
Footsteps. A door creaking open. And they were gone.
Naruto pulled back from the wall, eyes dark.
Fifteen minutes.
His time was up.
He needed to move. Now.
But he was still here. Naked. Hard. Trapped in a room with a girl who was still expecting to be fucked senseless.
What to do?
Aimi giggled, shifting against the wall, finally turning back to face him. “Mmm, are we done eavesdropping?” she teased, dragging her nails lightly down his chest. “Because I can think of something more fun to focus on.”
Naruto let out a soft hum, tilting his head slightly. Just curious. Just playing along.
“The old cistern, huh?” he mused. “Never heard of it.”
Aimi smirked. “Well, of course you haven’t,” she purred. “You’re not from here.”
Naruto chuckled. “Enlighten me, then.”
She grinned, clearly pleased to be the one holding the knowledge.
“It’s the tunnels under the eastern side of the village,” she whispered, like she was sharing a secret. “Used to be part of the old water system, but now… well.” She giggled. “It’s more of a graveyard than anything else.”
Naruto’s fingers ghosted up her spine, slow, idle. “A graveyard?”
Aimi hummed, stretching against him like a lazy cat. “Mmm. Bodies go in, but they don’t come out.”
Naruto filed that detail away.
“So it’s abandoned?” he asked lightly.
Aimi shrugged, running her nails lightly over his stomach. “Not really. Some people still use it. It’s out of sight, out of mind. Perfect for things that aren’t meant to be found.”
Naruto let out an amused hum. “Like what?”
Aimi smirked, eyes dark with amusement. “You ask too many questions.”
Her fingers drifted lower, brushing over his stomach, playful, eager.
What now?
She didn’t know.
Didn’t know that, on the other side of that wall, death had just been decided.
Didn’t know that the clock had already started.
Didn’t know that she was a loose end, dangling, seconds from being cut.
If he moved too fast, she’d notice. If he rushed, she might scream.
Messy. Too messy.
Aimi pressed against him, full and warm, her breath skimming over his skin. “Come on,” she whispered, “I know you’re still in the mood.”
He smiled. Just a little. Just enough.
His hands traveled up her sides.
Aimi hummed in approval, arching into his touch.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,”
He let his fingers drift higher, skimming over the swell of her breasts, teasing just enough to keep her focused on the moment.
Aimi sighed, her lips parting, body relaxing.
That was when he struck.
His hands snapped up. Fast, brutal, final.
His fingers locked around her throat, pressing hard against her windpipe.
Aimi froze.
For a second, she didn’t react.
Then she let out a strangled gasp, her hands flying up to his wrists, gripping him in confusion, not fear.
Not yet.
Her eyes met his, still playful, still expecting this to be some kind of game.
Then Naruto squeezed.
Hard.
Aimi choked, her pupils dilating as realization slammed into her.
Her body jerked against him, her legs buckling, hands clawing at his arms.
Naruto didn’t flinch.
Aimi’s lips parted, trying to speak, to say something, but only a broken, gasping rasp escaped.
Her nails raked over his skin.
Her hips twisted, her knees hit the floor, but he didn’t let go.
Aimi struggled, her movements becoming more erratic.
The fight began to fade.
Her hands trembled.
Her body sagged.
Her eyes still locked onto his, wide and horrified were losing focus.
Naruto watched her understand.
Watched her see the truth, too late to do anything about it.
Watched as her world ended in silence.
Snap.
Aimi collapsed, her body slumping forward, all tension gone.
Naruto let out a slow breath, lowering her to the ground.
Still warm. Still soft. Still smelling like perfume and sweat and the last traces of a life she had no idea was about to end.
He reached for the nearest sheet, wrapping it tight around her before dragging her under the bed, tucking her out of sight.
Naruto straightened.
Fifteen minutes. He still had to dress up. Hopefully Rei was still sleeping.
