Lost His Virginity?!

With the Chunin Ninja Exams, the various villages that had come to participate saw no need to remain in Konoha. Within a few days, dozens of ninja villages left Konoha with their respective teams and returned to their villages.

With many ninja villages leaving, the Anbu and Konoha Military Police Force breathed a sigh of relief. Chunin Ninja Exams, all personnel in both departments had their vacations canceled and were on high alert, monitoring the ninjas of the other villages 24 hours a day. Especially after the Grass Ninja incident, the Anbu and Konoha Military Police Force even entered a state of combat readiness, with all ninjas working around the clock and even sleeping in their clothes.

After leaving the villages, the Anbu and Konoha Military Police Force, except for a few essential guards, gave everyone a long leave.

As for Yemo, after the competition ended, the Third personally ordered a grand banquet to be prepared for the fifteen Genin who participated in the exam. Many ninjas gathered together, and the banquet lasted until late at night.

That night, Yemo was forced to drink a lot of alcohol, especially by some girls from the Ninja Academy. They surrounded him, asking for his autograph and sweetly calling him "Senior Yemo," showering him with compliments like "Senior Yemo, you're so handsome!" and "You're so amazing!" Some even invited Yemo to guide their training, and some even went so far as to ask if he had a girlfriend. Yemo said he didn't, the girls went crazy, saying they wanted to be his girlfriend, and they even started fighting.

Surrounded by so many beautiful girls, Yemo. In the end, he didn't know how much he drank or when he fell asleep.

Anyway, when he woke up, it was already the day after the exam ended. After two days of intense exams and drinking too much at the banquet, Yemo slept for two whole days and woke up in the evening of the second day.

As the sun sets, long shadows are cast, and the red sunset glows brilliantly under the last rays of sunlight. The bright sky turns dark in an instant, like an old man who has lost his luster and is approaching the end of his life.

The rosy light streaming through the window, through the thin gauze curtains, climbed over the white blanket covering Yemo, and shone on the wall covered with photos of Yemo and Kushina. Now, this rosy light is receding like the tide, following its path.

As Yemo lay in bed, he slowly opened his eyes. The evening glow was neither dazzling nor scorching, but rather very warm, shining on him like a pair of gentle hands caressing him.

Blinking his sleepy eyes, Yemo yawned, rubbed his eyes with both hands, turned over, picked up a pillow and covered his head before going back to sleep.

After six or seven minutes, the rosy Yemo illuminating the room shone from a corner of the upper and lower windows, and Yemo was still half asleep, finally woke up. He removed the pillow from his head and sat up.

Stretching, Yemo looked out the window. The sun had already set behind the mountains, with only a sliver of red light remaining on the horizon, which would soon be swallowed by the encroaching darkness. The various shapes of the evening clouds were quite beautiful.

A burst of laughter reached my ears. It turned out to be a group of four- or five-year-old children running past the door, playing and playing. They held up kites of different shapes, such as eagles and butterflies, and ran against the wind, hoping that the wind would blow the kites up and carry them into the sky.

"What time is it now?" Yemo muttered to himself as he turned around, picked up the clock that had fallen over on the bedside table, and exclaimed in surprise, "Two days! I've slept for two whole days!"

Yemo was shocked by how long he had slept—two whole days! He realized he must have drunk an unusually large amount that night.

After sleeping for two days, Yemo felt incredibly uncomfortable in his mouth. He threw off the covers, intending to brush his teeth and wash his face, but when he lifted the covers and saw what was on his body, Yemo was immediately stunned.

Yemo's clothes were tattered and covered in scratches. Pulling at his torn garments, Yemo looked utterly bewildered, thinking, "No way, what the hell happened to me?"

After saying that, Yemo patted his still throbbing head, trying to recall what had happened that night. But after thinking for a long time, Yemo realized that he had amnesia. He had some memory of the beginning of the night, but he couldn't remember anything after he was surrounded by those girls. He didn't even remember when he had acted like a bastard or how he got back.

He scratched his head, looking at the wild animal-like scratches on his body, and wondered, "Could it be that after I got drunk that night, someone threw me into a wolf's den?"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Yemo shook his head in rejection. It really was a wolf's den. He was probably not in his own bed right now, but inside a wolf's belly, and might have already defecated and turned into a pile of shit.

"Kindness?"

Suddenly, Yemo noticed several lipstick marks on his arm. He paused, Yemo, realizing something, exclaimed in disbelief, "No way! Really?"

Seeing the lipstick mark on his arm, Yemo seemed to recall that night when he was surrounded by a group of girls from the Ninja Academy. Someone asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he said no. Then the girls went crazy, and he couldn't remember anything after that.

Behind him, those crazy girls were probably fighting over him, tearing his clothes to shreds. Some even took advantage of the crowd to grope him. Although it was hard to believe, Yemo felt that only this could explain the scratches on his clothes and the lipstick marks on his arms.

"Those girls are terrifying!" After thinking for a while, Yemo shook his head and said with lingering fear.

Fortunately, he was still a child and hadn't developed yet; otherwise, given the situation, he would have definitely lost his virginity last night. Just thinking about that scene made Yemo stop halfway through and not dare to continue.

Shaking his head, putting the matter aside, Yemo put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. As for the specifics of what happened the night before last, he felt he should ask Shikaku for details.

After washing up, Yemo took a shower, changed out of his tattered clothes, and went downstairs. He heard his older sister singing. He pushed open the door, went into the kitchen, Yemo closed it behind him.

Hearing the noise behind her, Kushina, who was cooking dinner on the stove, turned around and was startled to see Yemo.

Holding the spatula, Kushina tilted her head and said, "I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow, so I didn't prepare dinner for you. Luckily, I bought a lot of ingredients today, otherwise you would have had to eat instant noodles tonight."

"Instant noodles are fine too, I don't mind," Yemo said, opening the refrigerator door, taking out a bottle of milk, twisting off the cap and gulping it down. He hadn't eaten for two days, and his mouth was growling with hunger when he woke up. The bottle of milk was gone in the blink of an eye after Yemo guzzled it down. Although he was still a little hungry after drinking the whole bottle of milk, he felt much better.

Waving the spatula in her hand, Kushina lectured like a mother, "What's so good about instant noodles? Instant noodles are unhygienic at all, and eating too much of them is bad for your health. You should eat less instant noodles in the future."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kushina suddenly smelled something burning in the air and cried out. Only then did she remember that she was still frying steak. She quickly turned around and saw that the steak in the pan was already burnt.

Kushina quickly scooped up the steak and placed it on a plate covered with salad. Looking at her older sister, who was first yelling and then frantically trying to make a move, Yemo looked helpless.