Chapter 28 R18
Back in the small, secluded village, the three settled into a modest house on the outskirts.
The house had three small rooms—one for Mikoto and Hiro, another for Pakura, and the last was a shared space where they gathered for meals and to plan their next steps.
The harsh winds outside only added to the sense of isolation, making the warmth inside feel like a fragile sanctuary.
That night, after a long day of travel, Pakura, exhausted, retired to her room early.
Sleep came quickly, but her dreams were troubled, filled with emotions she couldn't fully understand—guilt, longing, and an unspoken connection to Hiro.
In the adjacent room, Hiro lay beside Mikoto, the tension between them palpable. ever since they left Konoha behind. alone in the dark, with only each other to turn to.
Hiro shifted closer to Mikoto, his hand resting on her waist. She tensed at his touch, her breath catching as she turned to face him, her eyes searching his in the dim light.
"Hiro, we can't…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Pakura might hear us."
But there was a determination in Hiro's eyes that she hadn't seen before. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "She's asleep. No one will know."
Mikoto's heart raced. It wasn't that she didn't want him—she did, more than anything—but fear and uncertainty held her back.
"What if… what if she wakes up?" she pleaded softly, trying to reason with him even as her resolve weakened under his touch.
Hiro's hand moved from her waist to her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "She won't," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. There was a finality in his tone that made her shiver. "I won't let her."
Mikoto's protest was cut off as Hiro's lips captured hers in a kiss that was both demanding and desperate. He didn't give her a chance to pull away, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Mikoto tried to resist, her hands pressing against his chest as if to push him away, but Hiro was insistent. His kisses grew more intense, more forceful, and she felt her resistance crumbling, her body betraying her as desire began to overtake her fear.
"Hiro, please…" she whispered against his lips, her voice a mix of pleading and longing. "We shouldn't…"
But Hiro wasn't listening. His need for her had grown too strong to be denied, and he wasn't about to let anything—or anyone—stand in his way.
He kissed her harder,
he took of his upper clothes
"Pakura…" she whispered one last time, her voice barely audible as her resolve weakened further.
"She won't hear us," Hiro assured her, his voice firm as he continued to undress her, his hands leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. "Just trust me, Mikoto."
And in that moment, she did. She let herself fall into the moment, surrendering to the desire that had been building between them for so long.
Just as He took off his clothes and remained Half naked, mikoto fell into a stupor. In a matter of moments, the girl blushed and turned away felling a little shame:
Hiro glanced at his ready-to-fight instrument and nodded gravely.
Mikoto swallowed.
Hiro moved his hand pinning her down on the ground and ran it from her flat tummy, higher, to the mounds of her firm, breast, gently squeezing her right breast.
With his left hand, he continuously stroked the Mikoto's inner thigh, moving his hand a little closer to her crotch, and stroking her excited pussy, through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Uuunnngh, aaah, .." Mikoto putted a hand on her mouth trying to keep her voice low, but did nothing to stop the hiro's persistent hands.
"kissing her tender neck. "This is so nice. Don't you like it when I do things like this? "He whispered in her ear.
" Uuuunnngh, god, god... " Mikoto moaned trying to keep her voice as low as possible. Her pussy throbbed and a small spot of wetness appeared on her crotch.
A few seconds later, Mikoto found herself completely naked naked her and Him under the blanket, and Hiro immediately cupped her perky tits with both hands, gently squeezing and rolling her erect nipples between his fingers.
Mikoto could only try to keep her moan as low as possible. Having played with her perky tits, Hiro turned Her over, forcing her to sit facing him, and pressed his lips to her cherry lips, stealing her first kiss.
she moaned into his mouth.
He went even further, pushing his tongue into the sweet mouth of the Mikoto, and began to attack her tongue.
A minute later they were already fighting with their tongues at full speed, and moaning into each other's gasping mouths.
Mikoto was trying to to keep on fighting his tongue.
The Hiro broke the kiss, and while the Mikoto was catching her breath, he lowered his head lower and pressed his lips to her right nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
"Uuuunnngh!" Mikoto moaned, making it clear that her chest was her weak point.
Hiro clung to her breast with even greater persistence, enjoying its youthful elasticity and the hardness of her erect nipple, caressing and flicking it with his tongue.
He took the girl by the waist with both hands and took her off him. Mikoto didn't understand what was going on at first, and then she felt Hiro pulling down her pants.
She tried to stop him, knowing it was hard to control her moans even without going all the way. What would happen if they did? But her hands were quickly pinned by him.
She blushed deeply, looked away.
Finally pulling as he focused under Hiro froze, enjoying the sight of her neat Black panty, soaking wet from enormous arousal.
Through the wet black fabric, a tuft of neatly trimmed Mikoto's pubic hair was visible, and Hiro, unable to wait any longer, pulled off her panties, leaving mikoto completely naked, under his lust-hungry gaze.
Hiro reached out and stroked the girl's neatly trimmed pussy, surprised at how wet and hot it was. Mikoto moaned and pressed her legs together.
Her brain had already stopped working under the various emotions in such short time
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