The seductive Kunoichi Fuuka is back from the dead! She wants to take revenge on the blond-haired brat who dared to expose her best-kept secret and defeat her in battle years ago. Much has happened since then but the story of the attractive woman, whose beguiling charm had brought many strong opponents to their knees, also continues...
Fuuka's Last Kiss
Chapter II - Intruder
"What do you say? Let's share a little kiss - and when I do your soul will be mine!" - Fuuka
"How did it feel? Your first kiss... Did it feel good... Oh, then I guess I'll have to do more than that..."
That dream again.
A few days after being attacked by the mysterious Kunoichi Boruto was able to recover and find his normal self.
But he was unable to forget the events of that day - or the satisfactions they brought him. Periodically, Fuuka appeared in his dreams. Touching his lips with his fingertips, Boruto made sure of the intense pleasure he had felt on them.
The next time I see that woman, she won't get away with it. I swear!
Boruto was not aware that these words did not exclude the possibility of a "next time".
One day, at night, the white moon shone bright and clear over the rooftops of the village as Boruto had already settled into bed. Wrapped in his bedcover, the teenager woke up with a strange feeling at his side - and there she was again.
"Hehehe - long time no see, little boy."
The Kunoichi from that day - Fuuka - straddled Boruto's body. She pressed her body against his. Boruto was unable to discern if he was merely dreaming or if what he was experiencing at that moment was actually happening.
"Y-You...!"
He was so surprised - almost perplexed - by this situation that he wanted to scream out.
"Mmm..."
Fuuka covered his lips with hers.
Chu...
Fuuka's mouth gently separated from his.
"Don't be so loud. Let's enjoy this moment together - quietly."
"Stay away from me! How did you even get in here?"
"I told you to be quiet. Mmm..."
"Mmm! Mmm!"
Fuuka closed Boruto's mouth again with a kiss that was more intense than the previous one.
"Nchu... mmm... I know how to shut you up..."
Kuchu... relo...
"... forever."
Fuuka grabbed the boy's forearms as he resisted, pushing them down as she drove her tongue deeper into his mouth.
Funny...
Boruto noted that he felt a sense of discomfort, but at the same time pleasure, excitement, as Fuuka played with his mouth.
... I feel my Chakra gradually leaving my body, but I don't like to resist it. Why?
Boruto's resistance weakened almost naturally.
"Chu- ...hehehehe, are you finally ready to have some fun with me? Good..."
The only thing connecting Boruto's and Fuuka's mouths besides the thread of chakra the woman was using to absorb his power was a slippery strand of saliva.
"I will not die. My story will not end tonight - not like this."
"Don't fool yourself, boy. You will be mine."
Although his mind was well aware of the problem, his flesh responded to Fuuka's charms. Boruto knew his life was on the line, but he also simultaneously craved the satisfaction the experienced Kunoichi could - and would - give him.
"Admit it; you wanted to see me again, didn't you?"
"Oh, who would..."
Boruto's words of defiance, and the will to speak them, were slowly wearing thin.
Hmm, I think I'll take it slow. His soul will be mine either way.
"Hmm, you're cute... I'll give you a special treat tonight."
Fuuka released her hands from him and formed finger signs with them. When she was finished, small bubbles of water materialized in the air, coalescing with each other and growing larger and larger until they finally took the shape of another woman.
"I wonder how long you'll last against two of my kind."
It appeared to be some sort of clone of her. The two women positioned themselves right above him.
"I'm going to break you - and you're going to enjoy it."
As she confidently announced her intentions both women simultaneously placed their faces in front of both ears of the boy whose emotional world vacillated between excitement, arousal and fear.
"Now... you... are... mine."
Both Fuukas whispered in both of his ears, causing his body to tremble briefly with desire. In response, both bodies began to tease Boruto's ears with their tongues and breaths.
Fu-...lelo lelo ... n...
Chilo Chilo ... Ha-...nchu...
Boruto rolled in ecstasy as Fuuka's tongues streamed into the passages of his ears, unable to raise his voice. After a while the Fuuka on his right - the real one - decided to sit up again and look at the confused Boruto, who couldn't meet her gaze. His eyelids were closed in pleasure and satisfaction.
Slowly she leaned forward and down. Her breasts pressed against his body and the tips of her long strands of hair met isolated parts of his face.
"Reaper kiss."
Nchu... kuchu relo... chiu... n...relo...
His body will be mine!
The second attempt of her to finish him off - this kiss was more intense than any of the previous ones. This kiss had the intention of taking his life - once and for all. Boruto didn't know which stimulus, which sensation to focus on first. On her clone's tongue that was still making its way into his ear, her wet lips that were busy with his mouth, or her breasts that were pressed against his chest. His possible demise was completely pushed to the mental sidelines. The boy was completely overwhelmed - but this state did not last long.
Fu-...lelo...
Boruto's eyes snapped open. The black of his pupil was gone. His gaze was blank and fixed on the ceiling as blue Chakra trails slowly became discernible, running through his face and body. Fuuka parted his lips from him, but a ribbon of blue Chakra maintained the connection between the two through which Boruto's life force flowed into the red-haired Kunoichi's body - making her even stronger.
"Big brother?"
The door to Boruto's room suddenly stood open.
"Big brother, what are you doing?"
A little girl with short, black hair stood at the doorstep as she propped herself up with one hand on the doorjambs. Sleepy, she rubbed her pupil-less eyes before her gaze caught the two women tampering with his brother.
"B-Boruto?"
It was his little sister, Himawari. Fuuka's face tightened in annoyance and anger as she noticed the little girl's presence. Fuuka's clone stopped her intrusion into the boy's ear and turned to the little girl.
"Pssht."
She took out a Kunai and hid the small, shiny blade behind her back as she walked towards Himawari.
"Your brother is sleeping."
Himawari looked slightly frightened at the approaching woman, then she looked to her brother again. Her extraordinary perceptiveness and keen eyes immediately recognized that her brother seemed changed - and especially that he looked different from what she was used to.
Something is wrong.
Himawari was still a child, but she was far too intelligent to be fooled so easily. Turning her attention back to Fuuka's double, who came to stand in front of her, she looked up at her defiantly.
"Leave my brother alone!"
Fuuka's mouth formed into a vain, amused and smug grin.
"Hehehehe - what you gonna d-?"
Before her clone even had a chance to respond somewhat adequately, the boy's sister drove the tip of her hand, extended flat, into her abdomen. Practically blindsided, the fake Fuuka contorted her face in pain before the shell reverted to a liquid state, turned to water, and burst.
What the...
The real Fuuka, still absorbing the boy's Chakra, widened her eyes in fright. Himawari stood there in the typical Hyuga fighting stance. Her gray, colorless eyes glared angrily at Fuuka, while veins were clearly visible running around her eyes and through her face - but unlike Boruto, that was not a good sign, at least not for Fuuka.
"Let go of Boruto, okay?"
The lights in the hallway came on, partially illuminating Boruto's room with yellow light as well. The commotion from Boruto's room may have woken up the parents and attracted their attention - attention that Fuuka actually wanted to avoid.
"Let go of my brother!"
Himawari stormed towards Fuuka. Her beguiling body eased away from Boruto, who immediately regained consciousness - and began to gasp and cough. Fuuka attempted to forestall the little girl with a blow of her hand aimed at her - but Himawari parried her fist blow almost with ease, expertly knocking her hand aside with the back of her hand. Fuuka almost fell off the bed from this sudden counterattack if Himawari hadn't rammed her hand deep into her stomach first.
"AAUUUGH!"
The real Fuuka experienced the same fate as her clone before - tearing her eyes open in pain as saliva that had been flowing into Boruto's mouth before spurted uncontrollably from her mouth now.
Shortly after, Hinata and Naruto stepped into the scene, turned on the room light, and - looking worried - caught sight of their two children sitting on the edge of the bed. Himawari tried to comfort her worn-out brother as she hugged him. Boruto, visibly upset, looked down at the floor. His blond hair stood chaotically on end, disheveled and in disarray. They covered his eyes. The window was wide open, and cool wind entered the room.
There was no trace of the intruder.