Soon Kenji and Hanabi were out on the open training ground and they started playing tag.
“Come on, Kenji, catch me!” Hanabi called out as she ran forward. Her kimono shifted with every step and her tits bounced heavily inside the fabric.
Kenji chased after her with clumsy steps, his eyes locked on the way her chest moved. Fuck, those have to be at least a C-cup, he thought. Heat spread through his body as his cock began to stiffen under his denim pants. A small bulge was already starting to show.
They kept at it for about ten minutes and by then Kenji was breathing hard and sweat covering his face and dripping from his hair onto his neck.
Hanabi was just as flushed. Sweat made the thin material of her kimono cling to her body, outlining the slim curve of her waist and the full swell of her hips. Beads of sweat ran down from her temples and slipped into the deep valley of her cleavage.
When she noticed him slowing down, she stopped and turned. “Come on, Kenji, are you tired already?”
He nodded, still catching his breath. “Auntie… I’m tired. Need to rest.”
Hanabi’s expression softened. “Alright then. Let’s rest for a while.”
She took him by the wrist and led him toward the Hyuga compound. Once they reached her room she slid the door open. Kenji stepped inside after her and closed it behind them.
The room was simple, a low bed against one wall, a full-length mirror opposite it and a small table near the bed and a wardrobe to store clothes. Then Hanabi guided him over to the bed.
“Sit down, Kenji. You look exhausted.” She ruffled his wet hair with a gentle smile.
“Okay, Auntie.”
Kenji sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at her with the same innocent expression he always wore in front of her. Inside, though, his mind was already turning over how to push the mission forward.
Hanabi was just as soaked from the game. She walked over to her wardrobe, pulled out a fresh kimono and then without any hesitation, she began untying the sash of the one she was wearing.
Right in front of him she let the damp fabric slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Since kenji was just a kid in her eyes who could barely speak due to his trauma, Hanabi wasn't worried about him.
Underneath she wore a matching set of light blue bra and panties. The cups of the bra strained against her C-cup breasts and they were threatening to come out with every small breath she took.
The thin panties hugged the curve of her ass and the soft mound between her thighs.
Kenji’s eyes went wide, as he saw what she was doing. Holy fuck… she just stripped right in front of me.
His gaze dragged over the way the bra barely contained her tits, then lower to the smooth line of her stomach and the way the panties sat on her hips. Her whole body was pure hourglass.
Fuck, what a sexy figure…
His cock hardened fully in an instant. The denim of his pants couldn’t hide it anymore. A thick, obvious bulge pushed against the fabric as he sat there staring. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Without wasting another second Kenji activated his mind-manipulation skill. A clean connection snapped into place between them.
It felt smoother and stronger compared to Hinata, since Hinata had strength of a elite jonin but Hanabi was only a chunin, so her mental defenses were thinner.
He fed the first commands straight into her head.
Look at the bulge in my pants. Think about how big my cock must be…
Then he also activated the lust manipulation skill and cranked it all the way up.
Heh… let’s see how you handle this, pretty Hanabi, Kenji thought, a smirk curling inside his mind. On the outside he kept the same soft, tired expression, eyes fixed on her half-naked body like an innocent kid.
Hanabi stood there in nothing but the blue lingerie, the fresh kimono still hanging loosely on her fingers.
Her eyes drifted over to Kenji sitting on the edge of the bed. Almost without meaning to, her gaze dropped lower and landed on the thick bulge straining against his denim pants.
The moment she saw it, her thoughts spun out of control.
What… Kenji is hard? And that size…, A deep blush flooded her cheeks before she could stop it. She couldn’t look away. The outline was heavy and long, pushing hard against the fabric.
It’s so huge…
That was the only clear thought her mind could form.
Then she tried to pull herself together.
What am I thinking? Hanabi, control yourself. He’s your nephew.
But the second she tried to shove those thoughts aside, her nipples tightened into hard little peaks against the soft cups of her bra. At the same time a warm wetness spread between her legs, soaking into the thin blue panties.
What… why am I so wet all of a sudden? she wondered, forcing her eyes away from the bulge.
There’s no way I’m getting this wet just from looking at his bulge. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Across from her, Kenji watched every little reaction. The way her eyes locked onto his cock, the way the blush bloomed across her face… he knew the skills were working perfectly.
Hehe… now.
He slipped another command straight into her mind.
He’s so hard, he must be in pain. I should help him. I’m his aunt. It’s only natural for me to take care of him.
The moment the thought settled, a stronger wave of heat rolled through Hanabi’s body. Her pussy twitched and the wet spot on her panties grew larger.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off him any longer. Her gaze returned to the heavy tent in his pants, then slowly climbed up to his face. Kenji wore a soft, pained expression and his brows slightly drawn together as if the pressure was becoming too much.
Pity mixed with the forced lust already flooding her system.
He’s in pain because of that… and he’s only just started recovering. He probably doesn’t even know how to take care of himself properly. As his aunt, how can I just leave him like this?
The decision settled in her mind as if it had always been there. Without caring that she was still in nothing but her bra and soaked panties, Hanabi stepped closer. She leaned down until her face was near his and spoke in a quiet, almost shy voice.
“Kenji… why are you so hard?”
Kenji kept the innocent look firmly in place. He glanced down at the obvious bulge, then back up at her with wide, helpless eyes.
“Auntie… help…”
The soft plea hit her right where the manipulated thoughts were already waiting.
How can I refuse him? I have to help.
A gentle smile curved her lips. She sank down onto her knees right in front of him, the soft fabric of her panties pressing against her heels as she settled between his spread legs. Looking up at him, she spoke in a warm, reassuring tone.
“Kenji, Auntie will teach you how to masturbate… so you can make this pain go away, okay?”
Kenji nodded, still playing the part of the shy, recovering boy.
“Okay, Auntie.”
“Good boy.”
Her fingers reached for the button of his denim pants and then she unbuttoned it.