Chapter 109.5 » Samui, The Blue-Eyed Blonde! {+18}

On the former-Raikage's living room couch.

Samui straddled Yusuke, experiencing a peculiar sensation in her chest and body. Her mouth was locked in a kiss with a man for whom she harbored deep resentment.

He had invaded her village with his army, attacked the Raikage, and seized control of everything. Despite his words on the rooftop affecting her mind, they weren't enough to quell her anger towards his actions.

As his tongue intertwined with hers, Samui found herself in unfamiliar territory. She had never been in such a situation and certainly hadn't anticipated it today.

Suddenly, Samui's thoughts scattered when Yusuke's hand pressed against her back, sending an electric shock through her body.

"AANMM~" Her nerves tingled with stimulation as she attempted to moan, only to be silenced once more. Even her lower regions were beginning to dampen.

"This is a bit cumbersome. Pardon me..." Yusuke murmured between kisses.

Suddenly, Samui felt the pressure on her chest ease as her ample breasts fell free.

"My word..." He paused, his gaze fixed on her chest and face before adding, "You're quite well-endowed, aren't you?"

"Humph! I'm going to — HMM~" Samui's protest was cut short by another jolt of electricity that made her eyes roll back.

Grasping her large pink nipple, Yusuke watched with satisfaction as she writhed atop him. Still harboring his own anger, he was in no mood for threats.

His hands grasped her nipples, sending constant shocks through her nerves.

Tear!

With sudden brutality, he ceased the shock from his right hand and tore her panties from beneath her skirt. Samui cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing.

"KYAA~!"

Yusuke lifted her abruptly, a massive jet of water gushed from her slit and fell not far from them, soaking the floor. She experienced an unprecedented sensation as waves of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her trembling and spent.

"Such a naughty woman... You seem to relish this pain." He whispered in her ear, intensifying her guilt.

Samui's resistance crumbled, giving way to acceptance.

Yusuke revealed his impressive manhood, leaving her stunned. He commanded her to caress it gently, threatening more "pleasure shocks" if she refused. His attention then shifted to her breasts, lavishing them with rough affection. He marked a trail from her rosy peaks to her neck, eliciting a chorus of moans.

Their clothing fell away piece by piece — Yusuke's methodically, Samui's in tatters, her skin reddening with each forceful removal.

Tiring of his ministrations, he pulled her into a passionate kiss. As she awkwardly stroked him, he murmured in her ear, "Show me how you can please me. Succeed, and I might reward you."

"Yusuke..." Samui struggled to voice her anger, her body betraying her with tremors of pleasure.

Without further protest, she positioned herself atop him, teeth clenched.

"The other way." Yusuke instructed, twirling his fingers to indicate his preference.

"You—" Samui bit back her retort, knowing resistance was futile.

As she complied, Yusuke admired the view before him: her pale, curvaceous ass poised for his enjoyment, glistening with anticipation. Her wet slit and that beautiful puckered, pink hole... he almost felt tempted to take two virginities today.

Grasping her waist, he positioned himself at her entrance and began to descend slowly. Samui felt every inch entering her, biting her lip in response.

When he finally broke through her barrier, Yusuke pulled her down in one swift motion!

"AN—"

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Slap! Slap!

Two brutal slaps sent undulating waves across Samui's reddened skin, her ass flushing even deeper. These frequent spankings now elicited pleasure rather than pain.

Hand marks adorned her body, particularly prominent on her breasts and buttocks. Her cheeks, too, bore a rosy hue, though not from hand strikes.

"Your throat is quite impressive." Yusuke remarked, withdrawing his saliva-coated shaft from her mouth, "Turn over."

Atop the table, Samui's mouth brimmed with saliva and a viscous white fluid as she obeyed his command. Without hesitation, she rolled onto her back. Pleasure had overwhelmed her senses; she would only regain clarity upon "waking."

Observing her prone form, head slightly tilted, Yusuke reinserted himself into her mouth and began a measured rhythm. Given his considerable size, he refrained from pushing too deep, lest he damage her throat.

He established a steady cycle, advancing as far as he deemed safe before withdrawing. Simultaneously, his hand grasped one of her breasts, kneading it forcefully, molding it to his desires. They proved wonderfully pliable beneath his touch.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

Rhythmic sounds of throat penetration echoed through the room. Saliva trickled down Samui's face as she lay numb with pleasure, her desires a blur.

Yusuke, deciding he had indulged enough, withdrew and painted her face with his release. Some of the fluid entered her nose before he redirected his aim, coating her breasts.

Sprawled on the table, her skin flushed, Samui remained in a pleasure-induced stupor, likely to remain unresponsive for some time.

Yusuke admired his handiwork briefly before picking from the ground Samui's torn panties to clean himself.

"She'll be out for a while." He mused, tossing the soiled fabric onto its owner. He approached the window, an apple materializing in his hand.

"These Kumo ninjas aren't as resilient as I thought."