Chapter 57: Hinata [7] (18+)

After the blowjob in the morning she gone to take the bath and Hinata stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. The cloth was not large enough. The upper curves of her breasts swelled over the top edge, and every step made the bottom of the towel ride a little higher on her thighs. Her washed clothes hung drying in the bathroom. She had nothing else to wear.

Kael stood in the small kitchen measuring cereal into a bowl and pouring hot water over tea leaves. He glanced up when she appeared, eyes lingering openly on the parts of her the towel failed to hide. Hinata felt the heat rise in her face. She walked to the low table and sat opposite him, knees pressed together, arms crossed loosely over her chest in a useless attempt at modesty.

She felt embarrassed in a way that went deeper than simple nakedness. The Hinata of two days ago would never have stayed in a man’s apartment after everything that had already happened. She would never have sat across from him wearing only a towel, still sticky between her legs from the night and the morning. Something inside her had already shifted, and the realization made her stomach tight.

Kael slid a cup of tea toward her. She accepted it with both hands, the ceramic warm against her palms. For a moment she only stared at the surface of the liquid.

"Is it done now?" she asked quietly.

"No."

Kael sat down across from her with his own cup. "Until you surrender to me fully, it won’t finish. I think... by telling you my real identity, the quest became harder."

He believed it. If this had been any of the earlier quests, the System would have accepted completion by now. Instead it felt as though the System was punishing him for the honesty. The timer still ticked. The requirements had only grown stricter.

He looked at her directly. "Do you really want to continue?"

Hinata’s confidence had been eroding since the previous day. The rough treatment, the forced swallow, the way he used her body while she still clung to the memory of the real Naruto—all of it had worn her down. Yet when she answered, the word still came.

"...Yes."

Kael nodded once. "Okay. Then from today onward I’m going to treat you very badly. If you still want to continue, stay. Otherwise leave."

Hinata did not stand up. She did not reach for her clothes. She stayed seated, eyes lowered, the towel still the only thing covering her.

Kael picked up the small carton of milk he had set out for the cereal. He leaned across the table, tilted her chin up with two fingers, and poured a slow stream of cold milk directly into her open mouth. Hinata’s eyes widened, but she did not pull away. When her mouth was full he leaned in and kissed her, drinking the milk back from between her lips. The kiss stayed deep even after the milk was gone. He kept her mouth open under his, tongue slow and possessive, until he finally caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled it outward just hard enough to make her whimper.

Then he reached down and tugged the towel away completely.

"In this house," he said, "you don’t need any clothes."

Hinata’s arms twitched as if to cover herself, then fell still. Kael stood, scooped her up under the thighs, and set her on the edge of the low table so she faced him. He stepped between her legs, freed his cock, and pushed into her in one smooth thrust.

"Ahh—!"

She was still wet from earlier. The sudden stretch made her hands fly to his shoulders. Kael gripped her hips, pulled her to the very edge of the table, and began to move. The height was perfect. Every thrust sank deep. The table creaked softly under them.

"Uh... ahh... Kael... wait... ahh..."

He leaned forward and took one heavy breast into his mouth, sucking hard while he kept thrusting. His teeth closed lightly around the nipple and pulled back until the soft flesh stretched. Hinata’s moan climbed higher. He released it only to give the same treatment to the other side, biting and sucking while his hips maintained a steady, deep rhythm.

"Ngh... ahh... that hurts a little... ahh..."

Kael caught both of her wrists and pinned them crossed against her own stomach. The position pushed her breasts higher and tighter together, making them look even fuller. He stared at the sight for a second, then started fucking her faster. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Hinata’s head tipped back. Her moans turned continuous and broken.

"Uh... uh... ahh... Kael... too fast... ahh... ahh..."

He kept the hard pace, mouth returning to her breasts whenever he wanted, teeth tugging at her nipples while his cock drove deep. Hinata’s thighs trembled on either side of his hips. The table rocked. Her voice cracked on every thrust.

"Ahh... ahh... I’m... ahh... Kael...!"

The name left her on a long, shaking moan just as Kael buried himself fully and came. Thick heat flooded her. Hinata’s body clenched around him in helpless pulses, the last cry still carrying his real name instead of Naruto’s.

Kael stayed inside her until the aftershocks faded. Then he lifted her off the table, carried her to the bed, and laid her down. He kissed her once—slow, almost gentle—then turned away and began searching through a low drawer.

Hinata watched him, still breathing hard, confusion slowly replacing the haze of orgasm.

"What... are you doing?"

Kael straightened with a length of soft rope in his hand.

Her eyes widened. "W-what is going to happen...?"

He did not explain. He took her right wrist, stretched her arm out toward the corner of the headboard, and tied it securely. Hinata tugged once on instinct. The knot held. He moved to the other side, stretched her left arm the opposite way, and tied that wrist as well. She ended up spread in a wide X, completely open, breasts rising and falling with her quick breaths.

"This is too much, Kael..." she whispered. "Please..."

He did not listen.

Kael climbed back onto the bed, settled between her spread legs, and pushed into her again in one long thrust. Hinata’s back arched against the restraints. He braced his hands on either side of her and began to fuck her in a deep, relentless missionary rhythm, using the full range the tied position allowed.

"Ahh—! Kael... ahh... the rope... ahh..."

He kept going, hips rolling hard, the wet sound of their joining filling the room once more. Hinata’s bound arms flexed uselessly against the rope. Her heavy breasts swayed with every thrust. The helpless position only seemed to heighten every sensation. Her moans grew louder, higher, more broken, the name that left her lips no longer the one she had clung to for years.

Kael fucked her that way without slowing, driving them both toward the next peak while the morning light continued to fill the apartment.

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