Chapter 170: Hanabi [1] 18+

Hinata went limp beneath him with a final, trembling sigh. The climax had been too much after so long without his touch; her body simply shut down, a soft, unconscious smile still curved on her lips. Kael eased out of her carefully, brushed a strand of hair from her peaceful face, and stood.

"I need the washroom," he said quietly, even though she couldn’t hear him. "Don’t go anywhere."

He opened the door just wide enough to step through. In the dim hallway he felt the quick, panicked spike of Hanabi’s chakra as she pressed herself flat against the wall. He walked past without looking, footsteps deliberate and unhurried, heading toward the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

The moment he was out of sight Hanabi slipped into the room. Her heart hammered. She knelt beside the bed and cupped her sister’s cheek.

"Big sister? Big sister, answer me. Are you okay?"

Hinata only smiled in her sleep, the expression soft and strangely content. Hanabi’s stomach twisted. She had never seen her sister look like that—open, unguarded, happy in a way that had nothing to do with clan duty or quiet endurance. The memory of the sounds she had overheard, the way Hinata had pushed back into every thrust and slap, burned behind her eyes.

She couldn’t leave her here like this. Not with the evidence of what had just happened still glistening on her thighs. Hanabi hooked her hands under Hinata’s arms and began to pull, slow and careful, intending to drag her the short distance to her own room before anyone else in the compound stirred.

She had almost reached the doorway when the sound of returning footsteps froze her in place. Panic flooded her. There was no time to finish moving her sister, no time to hide. In a rush of pure instinct she lowered Hinata the rest of the way onto the floor just inside the next room, darted back, and climbed onto the bed herself, curling into the same space and posture her sister had occupied. She pulled the sheet up with shaking fingers and forced her breathing to slow.

The door opened. Kael stepped inside and closed it behind him. Sage Mode was no longer active, yet the residual awareness still painted Hanabi’s chakra signature clearly against the darker backdrop of the room. He knew exactly who lay in the bed. He also knew she had no idea he knew.

He stretched out behind her, close enough that her back brushed his chest, and reached around to cup the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her pants. He pulled her firmly against him.

"You put clothes back on, Hinata," he murmured against her hair, voice warm and low. "We weren’t finished. Let’s start again."

Hanabi’s eyes flew open in the dark. Every muscle locked. She wanted to turn, to confess, to say she was not her sister—but the words stuck. The image of Hinata’s unconscious smile rose again. That look of pure, unrestrained happiness. A dangerous, shameful curiosity uncoiled in her stomach. What had made her shy, proper sister look like that? The other half of her mind screamed that she was inserting herself between them, that this was a betrayal she could never take back.

Before she could decide, Kael’s hand slid down, hooked the waistband of her pants, and drew them down over her hips and thighs. Cool air touched her bare skin. He cupped one cheek, squeezed, and made a low sound of approval.

A tiny, involuntary noise escaped Hanabi’s throat.

He rubbed the hard length of his cock along the cleft of her ass, slow and deliberate, then reached between them to angle himself lower. The blunt head nudged against her entrance—slick only with the residual wetness that still clung to him from Hinata. Hanabi’s breath caught. She had never been touched like this, never had anything inside her. The stretch when he pushed forward was sharp and sudden.

Tears stung her eyes. She bit down on her own hand to keep from making a sound.

Kael settled into a deep, spooning rhythm, one arm around her waist, the other braced on the mattress. Each slow thrust seated him farther. He nuzzled the back of her neck.

"You’re very quiet tonight, Hinata."

Hanabi squeezed her eyes shut. Guilt and the strange, building pressure between her legs warred inside her. She kept her hand pressed tight over her mouth, muffling every shaky breath. He was going to notice. He had to notice. Yet he only kept moving, long strokes that gradually forced her body to accept him.

His hand slid upward under her shirt, found the soft weight of her breast, and squeezed.

"Woah. Hinata... your boobs got bigger."

The casual observation made her face burn. He tugged the cup of her bra down, freed one breast, and rolled the nipple between thumb and finger until it tightened. A helpless whimper slipped past her palm. He pinched harder, just enough to send a jolt straight down to where he was slowly thrusting, and kissed the exposed nape of her neck, pushing her hair aside with his nose.

"That’s better," he murmured. "Now I’ll put it in fully."

Hanabi’s eyes widened. He was already inside her—how could there be more? The next stroke answered the question. He adjusted the angle, gripped her hip, and drove deeper than before, the head of his cock pressing against a place that made white sparks burst behind her eyes.

A broken sound tore from her throat before she could stop it.

"Ah—!"

Kael only hummed in approval and kept the deeper pace, one hand still teasing her breast, the other holding her steady while he moved inside her with slow, thorough intent. Hanabi’s tears slipped silently onto the pillow. She remained facing away, hand clamped over her mouth, trapped between the fear of discovery and the confusing, rising heat that every thrust forced her to feel.

She still believed he thought she was Hinata.

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