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Chapter 177: Everyone Was Busy (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-12-18 09:07:24 +0000 UTCTime passed in a blur.
Morning slid into noon without anyone noticing.
Noon bled into afternoon the same way—quietly, relentlessly, like sand slipping through clenched fingers.
Asuma never left his room.
Sometimes he sat against the wall, back pressed to the cold wood, cigarette unlit between his fingers. Other times he lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, breathing shallow and uneven.
The coughing came in waves—short, controlled fits when he could manage them… and violent ones when he couldn’t.
What bothered him most... what made him feel truly helpless was that they kept coming back.
Again and again.
They would check on him every so often, and even though he knew it was because they were worried, it only made his anxiety worse. Each visit felt like a silent reminder.
Asuma… you’re about to die.
Even now...
“Asuma. It’s me.”
He recognized the voice instantly. Kurenai.
Someone he held dearly in his heart.
His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms as he bit down hard on his lip until he tasted blood. His chest felt tight, suffocating but he still couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Moments later, Shikamaru’s voice followed, lazier than usual but strained beneath the surface. He leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, eyes narrowed as if he were trying to solve a problem that refused to make sense.
“…This is troublesome,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
“You’re not buying anyone anything by locking us out.”
“…”
I’m sorry, Shikamaru… for being such a cowardly sensei, Asuma thought, covering his face with one hand.
Ino tried next. So did Shino. They did their best, each in their own way—but it still wasn’t enough.
“Asuma-sensei… please,” Airi said softly. “Just let us know you’re still okay.”
Even when Choji came—bringing food and leaving it by the door, standing there with his fists clenched, fighting back tears he refused to let fall—Asuma never let them in.
Every attempt ended the same way.
“Go,” Asuma finally said from the other side of the door, his voice rough but firm.
“I don’t need help.”
And when they pressed—
“I said go.”
Eventually, they learned to leave.
But that didn’t mean they stopped trying.
They all knew time wasn’t on their side.
After deliberating for a while, they made a final decision and sent Akamaru back to the village.
The hope was slim but even so, they couldn’t afford not to try.
Carrying what little hope remained—Asuma’s lifeline—Akamaru sprinted toward Konoha at full speed, pushing his body as hard as he could, refusing to slow down.
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Even though none of them wanted it to come to this, time waited for no one.
Night still fell and with it came the cruel truth.
By tomorrow, before the sun could even rise, Asuma would be dead…
Unless he used Shenzo’s method.
Cough—cough…
Asuma coughed in the quiet of the night, the sound rough and hollow as he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing slowly settled, but his thoughts didn’t.
He lay there for a long while, unmoving.
When the room finally grew silent again, a thought struck him—unexpectedly.
Kurenai had said she would come. She’d said it stubbornly, like she always did, refusing to listen to reason.
Yet so much time had passed… and she still hadn’t appeared.
“…She must be feeling sad right now,” he muttered softly.
A tired sigh escaped him.
“I’m sorry, Kurenai… I know you must be hurting. I know you’re probably feeling awful right now.”
A faint, forced smile tugged at his lips.
“But I can’t even be there to comfort you.”
Unbeknownst to him, Kurenai’s room was echoing at that very moment.
Filled with cries.
Just not the kind he expected.
—
“Haa… haa…”
Obito watched Kurenai pant, chest heaving as he finally released the illusion. The flush on her cheeks hadn’t faded—if anything, it burned deeper, sweat trickling down her neck.
He’d given her more than enough of a taste. Now, it was time to take his prize for real.
“…haa… wh…who are you really? W-What do you want from me?” Kurenai gasped, dazed, trying to push herself up. But her body wouldn’t obey.
Her chakra was gone, her limbs felt weak and numb, and her skin burned everywhere he’d touched—even where he hadn’t.
She looked up at him, trembling—at the shirtless man looming above her, his body cut with muscle, Sharingan eyes burning crimson.
Everything about him radiated strength and danger.
“…The Sharingan? Are you… an Uchiha?” Kurenai’s voice cracked between fear and something she couldn’t name, her thighs squeezing together despite herself.
She hated herself for it—her eyes betrayed her, tracing his body despite her mind screaming at her to stop. This man was her enemy. She knew that.
“What do I want?” Obito smiled—slow, predatory, a devil who knew exactly how this would end. “Isn’t that the wrong question, Kurenai? Shouldn’t you be asking… what do you want?”
He straddled her, gripping his cock, thick and heavy, and slapped it against her flushed cheek—leaving a smear of heat where it touched her skin.
Kurenai whimpered, half-defiant, half-desperate, her voice shaking. “G-Get it… haaah… away from me, you—”
But her body betrayed her, trembling as she inhaled the deep, masculine scent, that sense-memory from the illusion still fresh and vivid.
It’s so big… just like in the illusion… would it feel as good in reality…? Her mind started to spiral, but she snapped herself out of it, shaking her head.
With a burst of shameful resolve, she reached up and grabbed his cock, pulling it away from her face.
Obito only smirked, his eyes boring into hers, voice low and cold. “That’s not how you talk to your master, Kurenai. Or do you need another lesson?”
She froze. Even holding his dick in her hand, she couldn’t muster any real resistance—not with the weight of his gaze pressing her down.
“…“
“Answer me,” Obito whispered, tightening his grip in her hair, pulling her face up close—so close she could feel his breath, hot on her lips. “And be honest. Because what I want to hear is definitely ‘sorry.’”
Kurenai’s resolve cracked. Hand shaking, heart racing, she whispered the word like she’d done countless times in the illusion—broken, trained, helpless.
“S-Sorry…”
Obito jerked his hips, his cock sliding from her grip, smacking across her cheek again—leaving her heart hammering, her mind blank.
“Haa… haa…” Kurenai’s body jolted as memories of her ‘punishment’ in the illusion crashed over her, making her pale with dread.
Without thinking, desperate to avoid another trip through that hell, she wrapped both hands around his hips, pulled his cock back to her face, and pressed a trembling kiss to the tip.
“…sorry… sorry, master… no—your bitch knows she’s wrong…” she whispered, mortified, terrified, but more afraid of disobeying than of her own shame.
“Good girl,” Obito said, almost gentle as he stroked her hair, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “See? That’s not so hard, is it?”
“Y-Yes, master…” Kurenai breathed, barely above a whisper.
Where did this monster even come from…? Who the hell is he, to have this kind of power…? The thought shivered through her, but it was survival that won out.
“Chuu… mwah…” Soft, deep kisses trailed along the length of his cock, her tongue tracing the veins as she tried to show her obedience, her shame melting into a hot, submissive haze.
And she didn’t need to be told what to do—somewhere in her mind, the training from the illusion took over. She opened her lips wide, sucked the swollen tip into her mouth, and began bobbing her head, eyes glancing up for his reaction.
He looked down at her, lips tight, not smiling but clearly satisfied. That alone made her work harder, swirling her tongue, taking him deeper.
“Nchu… chupa chupa… slrp… hahh… juu… juu… nmu…”
The sounds were obscene—echoing in the silence, mixing spit and lust and humiliation.
Kurenai was horrified at how natural it felt, how practiced her mouth seemed even though this was her first time.
‘Tsukuyomi really is busted if you know how to use it…’ Obito thought with pride, relishing every moment.
Kurenai herself could barely believe how she was acting—her mouth moving on his cock with the ease of a woman who’d done this a thousand times. The size, the taste, the smell—why does it all feel so familiar…? And why… why do I like it?
Somewhere, she knew she should be disgusted—should want to scream, to bite, to run. But instead, she found herself craving that satisfied look in his eyes, the way he stroked her hair as if rewarding a pet for good behavior.
What’s wrong with me…? Is this another Genjutsu? Is he still controlling me? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that she didn’t want to stop.
“Slrp… slurp…” She set her doubts aside, focusing instead on pleasuring him—taking him deep, fast, her lips stretching as she gagged around his cock, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
“Guh—! Gghk—! Ggh…!”
I… I really just took all of him in my mouth? Kurenai stared up, cheeks bulging, nose pressed to his base—stunned at herself, at how good it felt to be used.
Obito smiled softly and that smile made her shudder, pussy clenching, wetness soaking through her panties.
“Gkl—! Kghk…!” She started choking, but it only made her work harder, desperate for his approval, throat constricting around him.
Obito grabbed her head, began thrusting, fucking her mouth with quick, brutal strokes, his balls slapping her chin. “You’re doing well, Kurenai… your pleasing gesture—I acknowledge it.”
“Jubo… gkh—! Nghk… slrp… guchu… ggh… gulp… nnn—!”
She couldn’t say a word—not with his cock stretching her throat, her eyes rolling back as she came hard, legs shaking, slick pooling beneath her.
I just… came from having my mouth used like this… what’s happening to me? The thought sent a tremor of pleasure and despair through her.
Obito’s breath hitched—she could feel his cock throbbing in her throat, his whole body tensing.
She braced herself, mouth locked tight.
“That’s it. Good girl. Now take it like the bitch you are.”
She was beyond thinking, beyond caring, just a vessel for his pleasure. Her throat clenched instinctively, ready for whatever came next.
Obito slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the base—her eyes went wide, mouth stretched obscenely.
And then—
“Nn…! Byu… byururu… gokkun… juru… tara…♡”
He came hard, thick jets shooting straight down her throat. Kurenai gulped instinctively, cheeks bulging, but she drank every drop, swallowing it all with the skill of a woman broken and rebuilt for this moment.
“Haaah…”
Obito let out a long, satisfied sigh, chest heaving as he pulled out.
Plop.
A wet, sticky sound echoed in the room.
Kurenai’s body twitched, eyes rolled back, mouth still open, a thin line of cum drooling down her chin.
Gulp.
She swallowed again, the taste lingering, some of it still clinging to her lips.
Obito looked down, a wicked smirk on his face. “Hey. You still with me, Kurenai?”
He waited—she was still dazed, eyes glassy, mind blank.
“Bitch?” he said, and when she didn’t answer, he slapped her face with his cock again, sharp enough to make her jolt back to awareness, blinking up at him with a dazed look on her face.
