Chapter 72

"Anko," Kurenai calls mildly scandalized as she slaps her friend's shoulder to stop her from admiring her body. It's the afterglow she still feels from the tip of her ebony locks to her dainty toes. Kurenai hadn't realized how relaxed she was walking, possibly even sexy, until Anko said so.

Anko chuckles and grins hungrily at the raven-haired beauty. "Relax, I'm not hitting on you... unless you want me to-"

"Anko," Kurenai admonishes. Vividly recalling a couple of nights Kurenai experimented with Anko. Though fun to be sure, they both ultimately know their preferences.

"Alright, alright," Anko concedes, throwing her palms up in surrender. "Anyway, I was scared you might be depending on the training, you know? Using a mask, putting on a brave face while you bottle it all up. We both know how bad that can end up, but I'm not getting that vibe from you at all."

"I don't know what to tell you," Kurenai answers honestly. It's not as if she can confess how incredibly good her body feels after hours of sex with a genin. She still has trouble accepting it herself. It's not that Kurenai is free of her agonizing heartache, or able to stop the thoughts of Asuma from entering her mind every ten seconds, but she knows it won't conquer her. It's not unlike drowning for forty seconds and breathing for twenty. Terribly agonizing though it may be, it won't kill her. "I do hurt, Anko. I am hurting… but I also feel like it won't last forever, you know what I mean?"

"Of course," Anko answers. "It means there's a shelf life on that self-imposed agony and that's a relief in and of itself."

"I have hope it won't last forever," Kurenai admits, woefully, wondering what that says about her love. She's lost herself in the pleasures of the flesh to forget about the suffering ache of her broken heart. Does tossing aside the pain for pleasure mean she also tossed her ability to love again? Kurenai feels that's an answer she won't learn without time and opportunity. Her emotions are still a wreck but her body is tingling and that's all it is for now. "Without that silver lining, I'd… well, I guess I would be an emotional wreck with a mountain of snot-tissues all over the place."

"I'm sorry this happened to you babe," Anko sympathetically asserts, wrapping her arm around Kurenai's slim waist. "But I'm glad you're not off the rails bat-shit crazy. Bitches like that annoy the fuck out of me. Like they can't survive without their man! Fucking bullshit."

Kurenai laughs at her friends irks. "Obviously I'm not content with how things are going with Asuma, but he was clear from the beginning. I just... I overextended I guess."

"Well," the busty kunoichi starts, hugging her friend by the hip. "Lucky for you Anko-nee-sama doesn't buy her friends boxes of tissues... she gets them boxes of condoms," she proclaims, snaking her hand from Kurenai's hip up to her soft breast for a hefty grip. "Anko!" Kurenai laughs, trying to hit her evading friend as Anko continues to say with cheer, "so, let's forget all about that miserable shit and get laid!"

"How about I try to forget, and you handle the rest," Kurenai counters with a smile, to which the shorter beauty groans in playful disappointment. "I'm sorry, Anko, but as I've already said, I still have training plans to do."

"Kami, they're fucking genin!" Anko states in great disbelief. "You don't need to put so much effort into their training. They got so much basic shit to learn, their entire first year is just an idiots guide to, how not to die from Tree-Walking. Just toss 'em a few scrolls and wish em the best of fucking luck."

With a humored huff, Kurenai shaking her head in playful disbelief, asserting, "how they ever overlooked your exemplary skills in educating future shinobi of the Leaf, I will never understand."

Anko nods with viral meaning, stating as fact, "it's like they can't see how easily scorn and torture build character. My brats would make Hokage for sure."

The mention of Hokage reminds her of Naruto. It's an odd feeling to know beforehand, to actually plan on going over to a genin's home for the purpose of guiding sexual exploration. Kurenai is neither excited nor disgusted by her physical arrangement with Naruto. It just is. She can't deny it's immoral or loveless, but she can't deny having already enjoyed sex with him on multiple occasions for several hours. She can't deny how mortified she would be if anyone found out, but she can't deny how thoroughly she enjoyed losing herself on his thick shaft. She may have misgivings about the whole affair, but she's still going to meet him, and it's more than likely she'll experience many orgasms because of it.

The arrangement she has with the young blond, though unofficial, isn't so different from the seduction training of elite reconnaissance and undercover work. She's aware Konoha employs such tactics of information gathering, though not as much as many other villages. She, herself was offered to serve the village in that capacity. Kurenai turned it down, though she knows Anko did it for a number of years. It's how the curvaceous kunoichi found her love and talent for torture.

In the end, Kurenai knows it's not a matter of the heartfelt intimacy, but of guilty cravings of the flesh. Intellectually, it may be better to go without such carnal hunger, but she's not hurting anyone, there is a clear benefit to the village, and more importantly, she can forget about Asuma and her hurt, if only momentarily.

Since Anko knocked on her door earlier, Kurenai's been wondering if she should tell her voluptuous friend. They keep secrets from each other; there's no way they can't with their profession. This, however, isn't a secret for the security of the village. This is personal. It's personal and many would say immoral. It has the potential to change their relationship forever and Kurenai's not sure she's ready for that.

The two beauties enjoy their night out—the men lusting around them, more so. As promised, Anko took them to one of the larger bars that cohabitate shinobi and civilian alike. They dance and though they drink, Kurenai has no more than two, no matter how many times Anko or hopeful bachelors try to persuade her otherwise. It's not long before their friends join them, and much too soon than she's ready for, Asuma walks through the door to the cheers and adulation of many of her peers in the bar—minus Anko, Yūgao, Kakashi, and Genma.

Kurenai is easily savvy to his awareness of her, but as the nauseous tightness of her stomach dreads the thought of actually speaking with him, she informs Anko, "I should get going."

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