Naruto Lemons

Samui

This wasn't how this was supposed to go, but that wasn't the first time that a mission had gone haywire. Separated from her teammates, captured by the enemy, bound and her Chakra sealed. No way out of this one as Samui kept a cool gaze all the time, even if anger coursed through her veins. The flashing clenches of her fist giving away her disappointment.

'No, there's no point in getting angry at the situation. We were simply outmatched.'

The skill in which they operated was monstrous. She had heard rumours of the "Elite Jumping Guard" before, but they lacked much credence. All the evidence being shoved into her face as they showed magnificent work. Making sure to put them all to shame as they even did some silly dance called the True Heart as they cooked them.

Most shameless of all is how Samui allowed one of her teammates to be ganged on so easily; the calling voices of "Fight back, nigga! Fight back!" ringing constantly as Samui had to cock her head at what that even meant. It almost sounded like they were discriminating him based on his skin colour, but she quickly dispatched that notion. It was way too silly to be right, so she ignored it.

Right now, the most important thing for Samui was how to escape this situation. Reconvening with her team was a goal she would have to delay for later. But it was all a case of if she even had a chance to get away. The one watching her was the most problematic of the lot that prevailed over them. His gaze like the darkness, an unknown variable that Samui had to refresh her resolve against.

"You look like you want your freedom," Y/N told her.

Samui resisted the emotions that would pull at her face. "Anyone would. It's pointless to ask for something you have no intention of helping."

"You sure about that?" Y/N asked.

Once again, not showing was the name of the game, but Samui tilted to his words. A motion he couldn't miss because those assets were too much of a burden. He had to wonder who assigned her this mission, they must have been setting her up for failure. Then again, Y/N couldn't blame the one responsible. In fact, Y/N was thanking them as it looked like it was prime time to get in there. The bait just had to be laid out for her.

'Do I use it? It looks like my only choice. His thinking is right on that. I can just tell by those looks.'

Y/N's smile humping his face, pulling it even wider as he rubbed his hands. For someone sneaking in the shadows, Samui lost most concern. Was he responsible for taking her out from her team? These doubts hitting her face as this was another level of tomfoolery. Nothing was phasing her as now Y/N was breakdancing, spinning while chanting "Beyblade! Beyblade!"

"What do I have to do?" Samui asked.

Standing upright, Y/N smiled. "Go on."

"You'll allow me to escape," Samui said, her expression cold even as her tits made Y/N's body warm from the sight of them alone. Spherical flesh more potent than any drug. Even the finest of ladies could not swell him the way Samui did.

Her legs parting, a genetic greatness of 0.01% for the legs she had, though Y/N was sure they were trained well. Still, looking with the utmost disrespect was the only option for Y/N to go forward with as Samui's smile coming made him hard. No way to stop himself from the way she looked at him as the both of them knew what was happening. Samui was using that lewd body to bargain a way to escape. Seduction was common but easy to see through.

But Samui was on another level. Everything about her stretched sexuality to the limit, even with the reserved face... and even that was changing?! Y/N's body twitching made it clear Samui had him. Samui lifted one of her legs high up off the floor, letting Y/N see every sinuous curve of her muscled yet curvy body, showing off her innate flexibility and practiced athleticism, her already lithe legs further elongated by her boots, which stretched up to just below Samui's knees.