Kurenai's eyelids fluttered open, the morning light stinging her dry eyes.
The bed beside her was now empty, the sheets cool. Masato had left hours ago, vanishing into the predawn shadows as he always did.
Kurenai winced as she shifted under the sheets, the dull ache between her thighs radiating with every movement.
After receiving seven rounds of non stop pounding last night, she was left completely and utterly exhausted.
Her thighs trembled at the thought of last night's intensity, the sudden shift irritating her swollen crotch.
Kurenai slowly leaned toward the bedside table, pulling out the top drawer.
With practiced movements, she fished out a small packet from inside. Her fingers trembled as she pried open the blister pack, the crinkling plastic loud in the silent bedroom.
She stared at the small white pill in her palm, one of many she'd begun hoarding as of late.
The pill left a bitter taste on her tongue as she swallowed it dry.
She didn't even bother checking the calendar anymore, she'd lost track of how many mornings had started off with her taking contraceptives.
Kurenai's eyes slowly welled with tears, a quiet sob escaped her lips before she could stop it.
She pressed a hand over her mouth, as if she could physically push the sound back inside.
But the tears flowed anyway, hot and relentless, streaking down her cheeks as she curled into herself on the ruined sheets.
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At Masato's residence, the morning light slanted across his bedroom in lazy golden stripes, illuminating the dust motes swirling above the lamp on his nightstand.
Now in his own bed, Masato laced his fingers behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smile.
He hadn't gone to work today, having already asked for leave since yesterday, a rare indulgence he treated himself to every few weeks.
Masato stretched lazily in his bed before getting up slowly, his defined muscles flexing as he contemplated the day ahead.
The mattress dipped slightly as Masato settled into a cross-legged position.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he focused inward, not on his chakra, but on the subtler currents of his unique abilities.
Masato had realized long ago that neither of his abilities relied on chakra to operate, not in any conventional sense.
His Yin Charm was a genuine psychic ability, which utilized pure spiritual energy.
This was also why it was so dangerous... because no sensor-nin could detect the faintest ripple of foreign chakra in his victims.
The Hyūga's Byakugan wouldn't spot any disruption in the chakra pathways, nor could the Yamanaka's secret arts find anything suspicious within the victim's mind, the Yin Charm's subtle, deep rooted imprint made sure of that.
He focused on the psychic link he had developed with several women across the village.
The connections hummed faintly within his mind scape, allowing him to know the identity and location of each one. This was another useful trait of the Yin Charm ability.
Sakura, Kurenai and several others were woven into his web with varying degrees of completion.
Some were mere whispers of influence just beginning to take root, while others pulsed with the thick rhythm of total submission.
The Yin Charm was truly exquisite in both subtlety and power, but it was his Void Barrier ability that truly gave him confidence.
Why? Because it was a pure spatial ability. The core principle behind his barriers, was actually a manipulation of the raw spatial energy that existed everywhere around him.
He was essentially folding and comressing the very fabric of space itself to create invisible, compact layers of energy.
"Alright, let's get to work," he muttered softly, shifting his gaze to the lamp on his nightstand.
In the next instant, the lamp began to slowly disappear, as if some unseen hand were erasing it from reality.
The ceramic base dissolved into nothingness, then the brass neck, and finally the bulb itself winked out without a sound.
Where it had stood moments before, only empty air seemed to remain. Not even a shadow lingered on the table beneath.
A slow grin spread across his face. This was a technique he'd only mastered two weeks ago, Void Barrier Projection: Being able to envelop objects other than himself within his barrier.
Thought it sounded easy in principle, its application was much harder than using the Void Cloak technique.
The lamp flickered back into existence shortly after, and although it was now visible again, it was still wrapped tightly within the barrier's embrace.
This was his most recent discovery since being able to project his barrier onto other objects. He could make the contents of the barrier visible by simply allowing light pass through it.
He could do the same with sound, heat and even solid matter as well. This was a significant discovery for Masato.
After all, he could now perform everyday activities and interact with others without having to deactivate his Void Cloak technique.
The more Masato experimented with the Void Barrier ability, the more he discovered that he'd only just scratched the surface of its capabilities.
It's functionality appeared to be only limited by his own imagination.
A low growl sounded from Masato's stomach, interrupting his morning practice. He glanced down at his abdomen with mild amusement.
''What should I have for breakfast?'' he mused, stretching his arms overhead as he got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen.
The refrigerator hummed softly when he opened it, revealing shelves nearly bare except for a half-empty milk carton and an egg rolling lazily in its compartment.
A chuckle escaped his lips. Right. He'd been too preoccupied with his extracurricular activities to bother with groceries.
"Guess I'll be eating out," he murmured, staring into the empty fridge with a shrug. 'I was itching for some ramen anyway.' With that thought in mind, he quickly got ready before heading out.
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Located on Konoha's main street, a ramen shop's bell jingled softly as Masato pushed through the curtain.
Steam curled from bubbling broth pots behind the counter, filling the cramped space with rich aromas.
Ichiraku's lunch rush hadn't begun yet, there was only a single figure slurping noodles at the far end of the counter.
The blonde head snapped up at the sound of the bell. Naruto's chopsticks froze halfway to his mouth, his blue eyes widened.
"Kirishima-sensei..!" His voice cracked mid-greeting, cheeks puffing with half-chewed pork. Naruto scrambled to swallow his food, nearly choking in his haste.
Masato chuckled, sliding onto the stool beside Naruto. His fingers drummed against the countertop in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"I see you're skipping classes again, Naruto." He said with a knowing smile.
Naruto jerked upright. "I-I'm not skipping, I'm just a bit late for class, that's all!" He protested loudly.
Masato sighed, not bothering to argue with the boy's obvious lie. Instead, he turned his attention to Teuchi behind the counter.
"One miso ramen, extra pork." He said, placing his order.
After realizing that he wasn't pressing any further, Naruto quickly shoveled noodles into his mouth with renewed urgency.
Masato watched with mild amusement as the boy practically inhaled the last of his meal.
"Thanks for the meal!" he shouted, throwing a few coins onto the counter before scrambling off his stool.
The curtain flapped wildly behind him as he bolted into the street, undoubtedly heading straight for the academy.
"Haha, he's as energetic as always," Masato laughed lightly at the boy's antics.
Although he had his eyes on the kid's future wife, he was still quite fond of the innocently naive Naruto Uzumaki.
Not long after, a steaming bowl of ramen slid across the counter. "Here you go, Kirishima-san," Ayame murmured shyly.
"Thank you, Ayame-chan." He responded with a charming smile. A deep flush crept up her neck as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to steal quick glances at Masato every now and then.
The ramen broth's heat curled against Masato's lips as he took the first deliberate sip, his gaze lifting to watch Ayame's nervous movements as she wiped the counter.
He'd been frequenting the Ichiraku Ramen shop for months now, and during that time he had completely rooted the Yin Charm's influence deep within Ayame's nervous system.
Charming her had been quite easy, since she'd already had a huge crush on him. Though she was still utterly unaware of how thoroughly she already belonged to him.
Masato's grin widened as he watched her silently like a predator who knew its prey couldn't escape its claws.
Why rush to devour a delicacy that could be slowly savored instead? Whenever he was ready, he'd have Ayame spreading her legs wide to welcome him into her warm embrace.