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Chapter 185: When Nature Calls, So Does Obito (R-18)
🕑 Added 2026-01-02 08:57:31 +0000 UTCThe Land of Fire stretched endlessly beneath a canopy of towering trees, sunlight filtering through dense leaves in broken shards of gold.
Just some distance away from Konoha, the forest was alive with motion.
Branches shook. Leaves scattered.
Two squads moved swiftly through the terrain, Team 8 and Team 10, advancing in tight formation, their figures blurring between trunks as they leapt from branch to branch. The air was heavy with damp earth and lingering summer heat, but none of them slowed.
Not until...
“Sensei… can we take a short break?”
Airi suddenly spoke up, her voice hesitant, like she’d been fighting an internal battle for the past five minutes and finally lost.
The two teams slowed their movements, landing on nearby branches as several pairs of eyes turned toward her.
Kurenai was the one who responded, hopping gracefully from tree to tree before stopping beside Airi, her expression gentle and curious.
“What is it, Airi?” she asked calmly. “If it’s nothing urgent, we’ll be reaching Konoha soon enough.”
Airi glanced at her sensei, forced a polite smile—then shuffled closer and leaned in.
“…Nature’s calling, Sensei.”
Her face turned a light shade of red the moment the words left her mouth.
Kurenai blinked cutely.
Then her red eyes softened, and she let out a quiet, amused chuckle. Turning her head slightly, she glanced toward Asuma and the others.
“Well then,” she said smoothly, “how about we take a short break? It won’t interfere with our schedule.”
Airi visibly relaxed.
Most of the group immediately understood what that meant.
Most.
“Oh—so what, are we stopping because she’s tired?” Kiba asked loudly. “We’re not even that far yet!”
Of course, nobody took the big brain, Kiba seriously.
The moment Kurenai gave the signal, the tense formation broke apart almost instantly, the urgency dissolving like mist in sunlight.
The forest, which had been nothing but a blur of trunks and leaves moments ago, suddenly became… comfortable.
Everyone scattered.
Ino immediately wandered off in the opposite direction with a dismissive wave. “I’ll just—uh—check the perimeter,” she said, already disappearing behind a cluster of trees.
Shikamaru dropped down onto a low branch, arms folded behind his head as he stared up through the leaves. “Troublesome…” he muttered, clearly enjoying the excuse to stop moving more than he’d ever admit.
Shino remained standing exactly where he was, facing absolutely nothing in particular, as if he’d already planned this break three minutes ago.
Kiba crouched near a tree, stretching his legs loudly. “Tch. What a pain.”
Choji hesitated for a moment... then quietly shuffled away as well, one hand fidgeting at his side, eyes carefully avoiding everyone else.
Judging by the speed of his retreat, he’d clearly received a call of his own.
Asuma leaned against a tree, flicking his lighter open with a soft click. “Kids these days,” he muttered with a relaxed smile, cigarette smoke curling lazily into the air.
He was trying his best to act normal, but the uncomfortable emptiness in his lower body made it hard to stay in a good mood.
Airi and Kurenai moved off together, weaving quietly through the trees until they reached a spot that felt suitably out of the way.
There, they parted.
Airi hesitated for a moment, then looked up and offered her sensei a small, grateful smile.
“Thank you, Sensei.”
Kurenai shook her head lightly, returning the smile without saying a word. She turned and walked a short distance away, stopping near the edge of a slope where sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting warm patterns across the forest floor.
She paused there, taking in the calm view... unaware that Airi was still watching her.
Only when her figure finally disappeared between the trees did Airi turn away.
--
Kurenai walked slowly through the forest, her footsteps unhurried, senses relaxed for just a moment longer as the sounds of the others faded into the distance.
Then...
An arm snapped around her from behind.
Her breath caught as a hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off any sound before it could escape. Her body tensed instantly, chakra flaring on instinct...
--
“Hah… tch.”
Asuma let out a long sigh just as the tip of his cigar brushed his lip. It stung slightly but not enough for him to care. Compared to what was weighing on his mind, it barely registered.
How am I supposed to face her now…?
Should he finally say it outright?
Should he stop hesitating and make things clear?
…Or should he just give up?
What bothered him the most wasn’t his own indecision—it was Kurenai herself. She knew. She had already known. And yet she never seemed worried, never flustered either.
She was too calm and composed.
It left him feeling like he was the only one stuck in place.
Asuma exhaled slowly, eyes lowering as smoke drifted upward through the trees.
What are you thinking, Kurenai…?
--
Kurenai had no idea what Asuma was thinking and even if she did, she had no time to care.
Right now, she was dealing with something far bigger.
“Haaa… chu… mwah…”
Her breath came out broken, lips barely able to form the sounds before they were stolen again.
“Ahhn—w-wait, you—”
Her words dissolved the moment a sharp slap landed against her ass.
“Mm—!”
Her body jolted forward, palms pressing against the rough bark of the tree as her breath hitched.
The sudden sting lingered just long enough to make her knees weaken.
“Mmm… M‑Master not here,” Kurenai whispered breathlessly, more protest than refusal, her voice trembling despite herself.
Her bandage-wrapped uniform strained as she bent slightly forward, her back arching instinctively when something thick and unmistakably hard pressed against her from behind—wedged firmly between her ass cheeks, making her shudder despite every attempt to stay composed.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against a solid chest.
The man behind her leaned in, his presence overwhelming—heat, weight, intent. His lips traced along her neck slowly, deliberately, teeth grazing her skin before biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
“…You shouldn’t,” she murmured, fingers curling against the bark, her voice betraying her far more than her words.
His mouth moved to her ear, tongue brushing her earlobe before teeth closed around it, drawing a sharp inhale from her lips.
Then he turned her head slightly and claimed her mouth, kissing her hard—hungry, unapologetic—sucking until her lips tingled, until she tasted iron and heat and him.
Kurenai’s red eyes fluttered shut.
Her breathing turned uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly as her body reacted despite her mind screaming warnings.
“This is reckless…” she whispered when he finally broke the kiss, her voice barely audible.
A low chuckle answered her, vibrating against her back as his grip tightened.
“Since when did you care about safe choices?” he murmured near her ear.
Her body trembled.
She hated that he was right.
Somewhere far away, leaves rustled. Birds called. The forest remained calm and indifferent.
And no one—not Team Eight, not Team Ten, not even Asuma—had the slightest idea what was happening just beyond the trees.
Kurenai swallowed hard, fingers digging into the bark as she whispered, almost pleading now...
“…Be quick.”
“Otherwise they might notice something…” she finished, cheeks burning as she arched even more—not away, but back into him, hips rolling instinctively as if her body had already decided for her.
She couldn’t believe how shameless she’d become. Asuma was lying there in that condition, and yet here she was—calling another man “master,” grinding against him, aching for him to fuck her hard and fast, craving every filthy second of it.
God, you’re so shameless, Kurenai, she scolded herself internally, face flushed with embarrassment and excitement all at once.
Obito chuckled softly as she pushed her soaked panties to the side—not taking them off, just making the scene even filthier.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He smacked her ass, each hit harder than the last, painting her skin red. The sound echoed through the forest, making Kurenai’s legs weak as she clenched her lips tightly.
“Ohhh~ Mmm…” Gasps and moans slipped out anyway, especially when she felt the hard tip of his cock pressing right against her entrance, her body instinctively clenching up.
“Relax… I haven’t even put it in yet. Aren’t you a little too eager?” Obito teased, his smirk pure satisfaction as he watched her react. He always enjoyed breaking his masterpieces in—there was just something deliciously sinful about it.
Kurenai’s blush deepened; she bit her lip, but couldn’t muster a reply.
But of course, Obito didn’t plan to let her off so easily. With rough hands, he spread her cheeks and pressed a finger into her ass, making her eyes go wide as a sharp moan escaped.
“Nnnngh!” She squealed, a filthy little sound as she gasped, “Wait, master, that place is—ohh lord, it feels good… no, I mean don’t—!” She couldn’t believe she was actually enjoying getting fingered there, but then again, she’d felt good getting her ass fucked in the illusion too.
“Be honest, Kurenai,” Obito said, working his finger faster, stretching her out. “Tell me you wanted this… tell me how much you were aching to have my cock in your greedy pussy.”
“Ohhh, yes, master…” she moaned out, breathless. “I—I was waiting for you to do me all this time… but then I thought maybe you forgot about me, that you didn’t want me anymore…”
Kurenai couldn’t hold back her true feelings... partly because of how good it felt, but also because if his cock replaced that finger, things might get a lot rougher.
Obito laughed quietly, leaning close so his breath tickled her ear. “Don’t you feel bad for Asuma? What if he heard you begging like this?” he murmured, voice dark and taunting.
Kurenai’s cheeks burned, shame and arousal twisting together. Before she could answer, Obito pressed the swollen head of his cock against her soaked entrance, teasing her with just the tip.
“I… I do feel a little bad,” she managed, breath hitching, “but honestly—ahh… ohh~” She pushed her hips back desperately, taking him in deeper, unable to hold back the shaky moan that slipped past her lips. “—I want your dick inside me even more… mmm, please…”
Her moans grew louder, needier, as she ground herself against him, greedily swallowing more of his length.
“Ahn… ahh, yes… more…! Master, please, I need it…”
Her words and cries echoed shamelessly through the trees, the forest bearing witness as she gave herself over to her desire, body and voice trembling with every movement.
Obito grinned, his voice dropping low. “What a shameless, bad girl you are… You really do need some punishment, huh?” He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to her ass, the sound ringing out as she jerked forward from the impact.
SLAP!
Without warning, he grabbed her hips and drove himself deep inside her with a single, forceful thrust.
SMACK!
Kurenai’s eyes went wide—her mouth falling open as a sharp, ecstatic squeal escaped her lips. “Ahhh—! Ohh my…!”
Her whole body trembled from the sudden fullness, pleasure and shame mixing as she clenched around him, gasping for breath.
Obito leaned in, voice a dark whisper against her ear, “That’s it… Let me hear how much you love getting fucked like this.”
Kurenai’s answer was lost in a breathless moan, her body arching as Obito buried himself fully, not giving her a second to adjust.
She squeezed her eyes shut, the sharp stretch of him inside sending jolts through her nerves—pain and pleasure blurring deliciously together.
“Nnh… Master ahh… more, please~”
Obito didn’t hesitate. He set a ruthless pace, hips slamming against her ass with wet, lewd sounds echoing in the quiet forest. Each thrust drove her further up the tree, rough bark scraping her palms as she struggled to keep upright.
“Listen to you,” he grunted, his voice amused, satisfied. “So desperate, so fucking loud… You want them to hear you? Want Asuma to know what a filthy slut you really are?”
“Ahh—no, I—” Kurenai whimpered, but the denial came out weak, broken by the sharp slap of his hips and the overwhelming fullness as he bottomed out again and again.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Her legs were trembling, the lewd slap of skin on skin mixing with the ragged sound of her breathing and the little, uncontrolled cries that kept spilling from her lips.
Every time Obito hit just right, she could feel herself clench tighter, pleasure threatening to spill over.
squelch, squelch, squelch
What am I doing? This is insane. I’m supposed to be a jonin, a respected sensei… and here I am, completely losing control, letting myself be used like this. If anyone saw me—if Asuma saw me—I’d never be able to face them again.
But why does it feel so good? Why does my body keep betraying me, shaking and clinging to every touch, every thrust? I should stop. I should say no. But the more he pushes me, the more I want. I can’t help myself.
Is this really who I am underneath it all? Am I really so weak, so hungry for pleasure that I’d throw everything away just for this feeling? No… but right now, I can’t bring myself to care.
Just for a moment, let me forget about shame and duty. Just for a little while, let me be selfish.
“Please—don’t stop… just—fuck—harder…!” she gasped, voice hoarse with need.
Obito only grinned, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back so he could see the expression on her face—eyes glazed, cheeks bright red, lips bitten and swollen.
“That’s more like it,” he growled, pounding into her harder. “You don’t care about anything right now, do you? You just want to get ruined out here where anyone could walk in and see you being fucked like a whore.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her answer was a strangled cry as his cock hit a spot inside that made her toes curl, her walls squeezing around him so tight it almost hurt.
Obito pressed his mouth to her ear again, voice pure, dark honey. “Go on—cum for me, Kurenai. Show me how much you love being used.”
That was all it took.
gush...
She bit down hard on her lower lip, whimpering as the orgasm tore through her, body shuddering, breath stuttering as she came—hard—around him, soaking his cock with her release.
“Good girl,” he murmured, not letting up, fucking her through it until she was nearly sobbing from overstimulation, pleasure morphing into sweet agony.
He didn’t give her a break—just kept going, relentless, using her spent, twitching body for his own pleasure now.
Clap Clap Clap
Kurenai could barely think. Her head felt light, her thighs were shaking, and her mind was nothing but static, every nerve ending set on fire.
Then Obito slammed in one last time, buried to the hilt, and groaned—spilling himself inside her, hips jerking with the force of his own release.
Spurt!
For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing—the world narrowed to just the two of them, hidden and exposed all at once.
Plop
Obito finally let her go, fingers gentle now as he pulled her panties back into place, leaving her full, messy, and shaking.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear one last time. “Remember this next time you see Asuma,” he whispered. “Remember who really owns you.”
Kurenai could only nod weakly, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, shame and satisfaction tangled deep in her belly.
By the time she managed to straighten up and fix her clothes, Obito had already vanished into the shadows—silent as a ghost, leaving her alone in the dappled sunlight, flushed, aching, and thoroughly ruined.
She took a shaky breath, wiped at her mouth, and forced her legs to move—heading back toward the group as if nothing had happened, her heart still hammering in her chest.
And not one of them—not Asuma, not Airi, not a single soul... would ever know what she’d just done.
Not unless she wanted them to.
Obito, who was watching secretly, saw Kurenai slowly go from boneless mess to “respectable jonin” mode and nodded to himself, deeply satisfied.
Honestly, isn’t that what life’s all about? Fuck who you want, when you want, wherever you want—true enlightenment. Remember that, kids.
Having dispensed his daily dose of wisdom, he zipped off to deliver some "good news" to a certain someone.
Probably with his pants still half off.
Kidding.
PS: Self-help books could never.
