As Hanyu Bai observed Asuma Sarutobi and Kurenai Yuhi, Anko Mitarashi beside him was observing Bai just as intently.
Noticing the shift in Bai’s expression, Anko showed a ‘knew it’ look, yet also felt a surge of gritted-teeth gloom and annoyance.
“Satisfied with this answer?” Anko hummed, pulling Bai’s gaze back.
But this time, she didn’t lean in playfully as usual, nor were her words lighthearted.
Instead, she spoke in a tone laced with unexplained anger: “I didn’t lie to you, did I?
I told you that if you didn’t call me Sister, you’d regret it!”
“Let me tell you, Asuma and Kurenai are childhood friends, and Asuma is Lord Third Hokage’s son, plus he’s a top-tier Jonin in the Anbu…”
Looking at Anko suddenly blowing her top, Bai wasn’t provoked by her words in the slightest; instead, he raised an eyebrow with keen interest.
Anko’s words reeked of strong personal emotion!
“Does Sister Anko like Senior Asuma?” Bai tilted his head.
“As if!” At those words, Anko reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Her purple hair practically stood on end as she glared at Bai, stating word for word: “How could I ever like a scruffy uncle like him?
I just want to tell a sister-complex pervert like you that you have zero chance—Kurenai only sees you as a little brother!”
Saying so, Anko looked down at him with a condescending stance, adopting an ‘I’ve seen right through you’ expression, expecting Bai to show embarrassment and shame.
But he didn’t.
Bai’s romantic experience was vastly superior to this leftover woman who had never been in love.
Looking at Anko’s fierce exterior hiding internal insecurity, Bai merely smiled and countered: “And what about you?
My shota-complex auntie, do you also only view me as a little brother?”
The moment Bai spoke, he had already taken Anko’s hand into his.
The instant his words fell, her silky hand stiffened noticeably and broke into a light sweat!
Meeting Bai’s clear, piercing eyes, Anko felt her heart race in total chaos.
Instinctively reaching up with her free hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind her ear, the usually fierce and aggressive Anko displayed an unprecedented maidenly nervousness.
But in the next second, Anko froze—what the hell was she blushing for?
They were on equal footing!
And who said she was a shota-complex pervert?
It just so happened that the person she liked was a handsome boy!
“Don’t spit slander!
Who said I’m a shota-complex pervert!?” Anko’s fair, cute round face flushed bright crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye as she blurted out defensively: “I only…”
A momentary surge of courage wasn’t enough for Anko to spell out “I only like you”, but she wasn’t someone to quit halfway either.
Leaning close to Bai’s ear, she slurred in a breathless, seductive whisper: “I’ve used you as my jerk-off fantasy material, and you’re the ONLY one I’ve ever jerked off to!”
“What about you!?
Are you just a generic sister-complex pervert, or do you ONLY like Kurenai?” Anko stared fixedly at Bai.
Looking closely, one could see her eyes filled with intense nervousness and bashfulness.
Truthfully, Anko didn’t even know when she had fallen for Bai.
At least when she first met him, she held zero romantic notions.
Perhaps because Anko caught onto Bai’s improper desires toward Kurenai, she subconsciously treated Bai as a real man, only to discover this handsome boy was damn near irresistible!
Mature, handsome, hardworking, brilliantly talented—and Bai moved as if reading her mind, casually displaying gentle warmth that made her utterly infatuated whenever she needed comfort!
Gradually, Anko sank completely.
Bai found Anko’s wild boldness somewhat overwhelming, but since the girl had pushed this far, backing down now would disgrace his dual identity as a transmigrator and a horny bastard!
“I’m just naturally horny!” Bai shrugged.
Then, under Anko’s shyly delighted gaze, he leaned in lightning-fast and stamped a kiss straight onto her lips: “Use this as your fantasy material tonight!”
“By the way, watch your figure.
If you get fat, I won’t want you anymore!”
With that, Bai walked right into the BBQ restaurant.
Anko stood frozen on the spot, snapping out of it only after a long moment to burst into silly, enamored giggles—forget tonight’s spank material, she had enough fantasy fuel for the next entire month!
But remembering the second half of Bai’s warning, she stroked her smooth, flat stomach, muttering in playful distress: “Looks like I’ll have to mistreat you a bit from now on…”
On the other side, Bai arrived beside Kurenai Yuhi and Asuma Sarutobi, naturally taking a seat next to Kurenai.
Only after quite a while did Anko arrive sluggishly.
“Anko, why is your face so red?” Seeing Anko, Kurenai asked with concern immediately.
“Ah?” Anko panicked, quickly touching her cheeks, which were indeed burning hot.
Clearing her throat twice, she blurted: “Probably exhausted from earlier training!”
Saying so, Anko squeezed out a spot right next to Bai.
Seeing this, Asuma Sarutobi felt awkward.
After all, space was limited, yet Anko preferred squeezing beside Bai rather than sitting next to him, making him wonder if he reeked of something today…
Furthermore, Asuma felt something weird between Bai and Anko, though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Kurenai held no suspicions, feeling relieved that Bai and Anko got along so harmoniously.
Though she felt they were neglecting Asuma somewhat.
Realizing this, Kurenai spoke to Bai: “Shiro-chan, Senior Asuma is a very powerful Jonin.
During the Third Shinobi World War, we relied on Senior Asuma to complete missions many times!”
“No need to call me Senior!” Asuma scratched his head upon hearing this.
Bai glanced at Asuma and nodded: “I know.
Sister Anko told me that Senior Asuma’s Wind Release and Fire Release are incredible!”
Bai held no intention of badmouthing Asuma in front of Kurenai.
He understood clearly that his feelings toward Kurenai weren’t pure love, but mostly possessiveness.
This possessiveness was essentially the mindset: “I’m a transmigrator, unique in this world, so all good things in this world should belong to me!” Thus it transcended romantic love; even if Bai hadn’t known Kurenai prior, he would still harbor the urge to claim her as his own.
Bai carried the horniness common to perverts, a domineering collector’s mindset, and the arrogance of a transmigrator, but he also possessed the open-minded composure of a mature man.
Of course, this open-mindedness wasn’t the simp’s self-sacrificing ‘if you love her, let her go’.
If Bai genuinely couldn’t live without Kurenai and truly loved her, leave aside verbal slandering—Bai would use any means necessary, and if needed, wouldn’t hesitate to ensure Asuma died in a tragic ‘accident’.
It was precisely because he knew his possessiveness outweighed romantic love that Bai could handle his first meeting with Asuma so calmly.
Was he truly supposed to claim every single woman he saw?
If he did that, Bai would sooner or later perish at a woman’s hand!
Bai lacked neither women nor women who loved him—wasn’t Anko right beside him a living example?
If Kurenai and Asuma truly loved each other, Bai would never stop them, even offering his blessings as a little brother and maintaining a lifelong sibling relationship with Kurenai.
But Bai wouldn’t withdraw silently without trying first—he had to make a move!
Bai would find an opportunity to show Kurenai his mature side, forcing her to view him as a fully capable male.
If he succeeded in twisting her sisterly affection into romantic attraction, Asuma would lose all advantages.
Being close to her gave him the upper hand, and built on their existing emotional bond, Bai could easily pluck this delicious, mature fruit.
If the plan failed, withdrawing then wouldn’t be too late!
Bai knew this was somewhat scummy, but this was his style.
Everyone carried dark desires in their hearts; Bai simply faced his own taboo thoughts directly.
Bai always held one core belief: tricking others was fine, but there was zero need to trick himself!