“Her eyes are moving, nya,” Kin-Kitty says as she stares down into the crystal-clear ice prison containing our captive.
That ans the hot chick is alive in there. Which is good, because Shino would subtract points from my final score if I killed her. Not that she specified I need to bring ho the enemy kunoichi for breeding purposes or anything; I just know how Shino operates by now. She definitely has an ‘I can fix them,’ complex for bad girls.
Thankfully, that complints my developing, ‘I want to ss them up,’ thing for bad girls.
I can’t help it, Kin-Kitty is so cute when she’s submissive with ! And it makes wet just picturing Tayuya and Temari all tied up… I think I’m addicted to turning villains into pathetic sex-craving harem girls.
“Sakura-chan, you’re healed, I see. That Amalgamation jutsu sure is convenient,” Kakashi says as he strolls into our designated debriefing room holding the odd hexagonal crystal device I’ve seen the ‘actress’ playing with from ti to ti.
I frown at him accusingly. “Kakashi-sensei, you’re so bad.”
He glances down at the object in his hand and quickly stows it in a pocket. “This is just a decoy I made. Yukie-chan has the real thing.”
Uh-huh. Sure, she does.
“You an Princess Koyuki,” Sasuke says with a glare of his own at Kakashi, which is slightly undermined by his holding hands with Naruto at the sa ti.
Naruto looks back and forth between Sasuke and Kakashi twice or thrice before speaking up, “Sasuke-kun, you know Yukie-chan isn’t a real princess, right? She’s just an actress who plays one in the movies.”
“Princess Gale isn’t a real person, dattebayo,” Naruko agrees.
Kakashi sighs. “Listen, I’m sorry for leaving you all in the dark. She is a real princess. I saved the girl years ago when her uncle, Dotou-kun, hired the n we fought today to assassinate her father.”
“You’re looking to settle the score?” Sasuke asks.
Our sensei shrugs. “I happen to have been given a mission that will allow to correct the mistakes of my youth. At least it’s less awkward than when you’re assigned to kill soone you bodyguarded in the past…” His gaze drifts to the frozen ice prison in the room. “Uh, Shino-chan doesn’t intend to convert another enemy combatant to our side, does she? I’ve been overlooking Tsuchi-chan until now because of the lethal precautions in place,” he continues, referring to the Heart-Ringworm that will kill Kin and if we go too long without rging with Shino. We’re currently on dication to extend our window of freedom, but I’m already starting to detect negative side effects. I’m not worried, though—we’ve got plenty of ti before it gets serious. “But isn’t she bringing too many ‘loose ends’ into the Village?”
Kin-Kitty flicks her tail in agitation but lets handle the question.
“Shino-chan is Shino-chan, Kakashi-sensei. You should talk to her about that stuff. All I know is that she’d want this kunoichi brought ho alive. Can’t you just tell the Hokage it’s for additional questioning?”
He rubs the back of his head, “You really like making things difficult for , don’t you Sakura-chan?”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Kakasi-sensei, I’m requesting permission to train my Sharingan Genjutsu on the captive. My goal is to obtain information regarding their equipnt, goals, and assets.” Human experintation is hardcore enough that nobody will accuse us of going easy on the enemy. Stretching my ‘training’ through into our return trip shouldn’t be too much trouble.
“Hmm. Any objections?” Kakashi asks our teammates.
Naruko and Naruto shake their heads, but Sasuke balls his free fist and shoots a death-glare! Hey, now! Don’t look at like that just because you’re not unique and special anymore!
“Do as you like,” Sasuke grumps as he turns to leave. Tch. I still rember that ti he called annoying. Part of wants to retaliate and call him an annoying little bitch boy, but sohow that doesn’t feel fair to Naruko. Catching her in the crossfire of unrequited feelings and a raging inferiority complex wouldn’t be cool. She/he is fucking both of us, so arguing with Sasuke always feels like two kids fighting and each expecting their mutual friend to take their side. “Co on, Naruto-kun, I need to go relieve so stress.”
“But, Sasuke-kun, didn’t we spend all morning doing it?”
“Moron, take a hint already,” the Uchiha scion says as he drags Naruto by the collar into their shared cabin.
“I’ll catch up on my studies, then,” Kakashi says as he whips out his copy of Make-out Paradise. Sohow, the ninja reading porn on the job turned into the most normal mber of the team…
Here goes nothing. I et the frozen chick’s wild and frantic gaze with my own.
Sharingan Genjutsu!
My consciousness invades hers, but the experience is too disorienting to glean anything. Instead, I apply pressure to her mind until all resistance gives way, and she falls unconscious.
“Wow, Sakura-chan, you’re amazing, nya! I haven’t figured out how to do anything like that with my Sharingan, yet,” Kin-Kitty admits.
Naruko hugs from behind, “Sakura-chan is super talented! She was the first one on our team to figure out how to climb trees with chakra without using her hands.”
“Daww, shut up, you knucklehead~” I can’t help blushing a little when they pour on the praise like that. Co on, guys! “Kurenai-sensei started giving genjutsu lessons before we left.”
She explained to how special and powerful the so-called, ‘Eye of Hypnotism’ is in the ninja world. Not so much for being undefeatable, but because it’s the most flexible genjutsu in existence. Knocking soone out, paralyzing them, projecting illusions, reading their mories, implanting commands into their subconscious, genjutsu reversal, and even (according to legend) controlling the Tailed Beasts—all these things were possible for the Uchiha using their visual prowess. I’ve barely scratched the surface of its potential.
“Well, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to use the Sharingan Genjutsu reliably even with lessons from a Jonin,” Kin-Kitty admits as she disperses her crystal ice prison.
The frozen shell evaporates into thin air rapidly, depositing the cold body of the hot chick on the floor. “Let’s get her back to our cabin,” I say.
Together, the three of us haul her into our shared room. The bed is small, but nights are cold here and both Kin-Kitty and Naruko make good snuggle-buddies. We place the hot chick on it and begin dismantling her armor piece by piece.
Once we have everything in a pile, leaving the hot chick in nothing but her underwear, I activate a scroll seal designed by Tenten. The entire heap vanishes in a puff of smoke, leaving nothing but the scroll it was bound inside.
That done, I pry open the hot chick’s eyelids to activate my Sharingan Genjutsu on her sleeping body.
While it is possible for a ninja to defend themselves by disrupting their chakra flow with the Genjutsu Dissipation technique, that’s not the main difficulty inherent in doing whatever I want to a person’s mind. As I discovered when beginning my training under Kurenai, the human brain is incredibly complex; attempting to alter or extract mories with chakra control is like doing brain surgery with chopsticks. It’s way easier to knock soone out or fuck them up than to create a convincing illusion.
Finding the desired information in a person’s mind is like searching a maze the size of a city for a single filing cabinet. I need to follow trails of thought and bounce off of topics organically to trace a random mory to the place I want to go. At my skill level, it’s nearly impossible.
Yet, there are a few useful things I can discover in an ‘all roads lead to…’ kind of way. One of those things is horny business. I get a real mind’s eyeful before coming back to myself.
“Tie her limbs. I’m going to wake her up.”
Once her arms and legs are bound, I pry open her eyelids and et her unconscious gaze. Sharingan Genjutsu!
“Kya!” the hot chick flinches away from my grip as she wakes. “Where am I? How are you fine after that insane crash? Where’s my Chakra Armor?!?”
I give her a light slap to shut her up. “Now, listen, I beat your ass, took your shit, tied you up, and threw your butt in my cabin. We’re asking the questions here. First, what’s your na?”
The first rule of a good interrogation is getting them to answer easy questions. It lowers their guard.
“…Kakuyoku Fubuki.” She ets my gaze with a scowl. “Untie , bitch!”
Casually, I reach into her mouth and grab her tongue. Fubuki tries to bite , but she only hurts herself a little while trying to chomp on my bone-plated digits.
It’s an invasion of her personal space to demonstrate her powerlessness. The lavender-pink-haired girl writhes beneath only to discover her wrists and ankles are tied with rope. She can’t hurt , can’t escape , and can’t speak without my permission. That finally gets her situation through that thick skull. Panic flashes in her green eyes.
“Well, Fubuki-chan, we’ve got a bit of a situation. Our team leader thinks you’re a liability and wants you dead. I have half a mind to kill you myself, but my wife back ho has a thing for kunoichi expatriates. (It’s a sex thing,)” I stage-whisper that last part to eliminate all doubt. “The Abura clan’s Matriarch has granted the authority to offer you asylum in the Hidden Leaf Village if you’re cooperative and willing to submit your body to her whims. Her instructions were that I have to offer to let you go if you say ‘no’ to avoid tainting her rcy with coercion, but she’s not here to object."
My lessons from the Academy were very clear about what to do with enemy prisoners when on a mission. I put on my most deadly-serious expression and lower my voice to a husky murmur.
“Let tell you what’s going to happen, Fubuki-chan. You’re going to spit in my face and shit all over my wonderful wife’s kindness. I’m not going to like that, so I’ll send poor, delicate Naruko-chan out of the room before I start breaking things until you say you’re sorry. Then I’m going to keep breaking things until you tell what I want to know. Every word out of your mouth will be a lie, but I can use that as a jumping-off point to continue poking around inside your brain with my Sharingan. I won’t be gentle, so I apologize in advance if you lose the ability to form coherent sentences after I’m done. Then we’ll drop your naked, broken body off at the next patch of frozen wasteland we can find so I can tell my wife I let you live. By the way, I ca prepared to kill you when we first fought if it ca to that, so this is nothing for .
“We call that scenario the ‘stick.’ That’s what I’m betting my money on. However, maybe there’s a world where you give the ‘carrot’ a chance and let and my friends convince you that living the rest of your life as my wife’s sex toy wouldn’t be that bad. Tell her, Kin-Kitty.”
“Being Mistress’s plaything is lots of fun, nya!” The forr Sound ninja beckons with her hands curled into cutesy ‘paws’ as her tail flicks cheerfully back and forth. I don’t think she’s brainwashed so much as thoroughly converted by Shino-chan’s unique brand of abundant love, positive affirmation, and wild sex.
However, Fubuki’s realization that Kin-Kitty used to be in her position and turned out like this seems to drive ho the reality of her situation better than my little speech ever could. I think she’s ready.
“I’m reinstating your speaking privileges, now. Don’t waste them—my wife wouldn’t like breaking that pretty mouth.” I release her tongue and withdraw my bone-covered hand.
Whether she's putting on a brave face or she doesn't think I actually would've carried-through on my threats, Fubuki doesn't sound very concerned. She works her jaw and tests her gums for bleeding with her tongue before answering, “Honestly, my biggest hangup is that I have trouble believing you all can beat Dotou-san. He’s going to wreck your shit even if I help you. However, I consider myself a practical girl. Right now, I’m tied up.” Fubuki holds up her bound wrists for emphasis. “Spending the next six hours getting tortured and thrown out into the frostbiting cold so that Dotou-san doesn’t kill if he finds before I die of exposure is losing pretty damn hard to staying inside where it’s warm and agreeing to whatever weird sex thing you people have going on.”
“That almost sounded like consent,” I say, threatening her with eager grabby fingers that Kin-Kitty and Naruto both echo.
“I’m consenting, I’m consenting!” Fubuki reassures with mock-fear. The earlier panic is pushed down now that she’s accepted her circumstances.
“Aww,” I pretend to sigh in disappointnt that I didn’t have to perform horrific acts of torture today in an admittedly weird attempt to lighten the mood.
“Sakura-chan is scary!” Naruko makes fun of . “I didn’t know you were into that, dattebayo.”
I playfully punch her in the arm. She knows I’m not that bloodthirsty. I just know how to do what needs to be done.
“If you're done pretending to be a scary Jonin,” Fubuki begins, “How much do I have to tell you before we can skip to the part where you convince that becoming a human sex toy is my best option? And can I ask what that entails?”
Shrugging, I answer, “I’m fine with postponing the questioning. As for our strategy… I did get a glimpse of your deepest, darkest desires while probing your mind with my Sharingan.” While I played tough earlier, I knew this wasn’t going to be a hard sell for the girl. “You’re bisexual, but you love to masturbate while watching that Dotou-guy fuck the smarmy man we t earlier. And they got off knowing you were hiding in the closet.”
That’s right, she’s a fujoshi.
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