A Late-Night Snack Delivered to My Lips, Wouldn't It Be a Waste Not to Eat?

Love rose with the breeze; the setting sun slowly vanished into the horizon, and the bright moon ascended, casting its light outside the backyard of Senya's home.

"Swish~ Swish~"

Two dark silhouettes appeared outside the wall of Senya's backyard, their graceful curves outlining their full figures.

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"What are you doing here looking for Senya!" X2

Anko and Yuhi Kurenai questioned each other simultaneously, their gazes dropping downward.

Both were holding a bento box in their hands.

The two had actually exposed their thoughts to each other a year ago, on the night they last went on a mission together when Anko saw Senya.

Senya had accepted a mission to escort a relative of the Daimyo of the Land of Fire to the Capital of the Land of Fire, and he happened to run into Anko and Yuhi Kurenai at the mission hall, so he invited them to join.

Of course, Senya had long since seen through their intentions, and to add a bit of fun to that boring mission, he had deliberately extended the invitation.

On the first night of the mission, which was also a dark and windy night, it had been agreed that Anko would take the first watch while Senya and Yuhi Kurenai rested. The two were leaning against a tree trunk for support; Senya was feigning sleep to watch the show, while Yuhi Kurenai was feigning sleep to get a taste of "Senya-tofu."

As a result, when Anko saw Yuhi Kurenai's entire body practically pressed against Senya! Her two hands were clutching Senya's left arm, her head resting on his shoulder—even in the moonlight, one could see her blushing cheeks and her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Anko immediately turned sour. Well, you, Yuhi Kurenai, taking advantage of the situation to steal a bite of "Senya-tofu," are you!

She walked straight over to the other side of Senya and sat down, imitating Yuhi Kurenai's posture, even deliberately leaning close to Senya's ear, blowing a long, scorching breath against it.

That was at the end of summer, and the night air still held the residual heat from the day. Senya's left arm was already feeling a delicate, soft sensation, his limb as if trapped in a quagmire, difficult to pull away—though Senya didn't really want to.

Just then, his other arm felt the exact same sensation. Oh no! Senya had fallen for a "genjutsu"! Controlled and unable to move, both women got to eat the "Senya-tofu" they had been longing for, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

However, his right ear was constantly being stimulated by that warm, moist breath. This "torture" made Senya itch until he couldn't stand it.

"Cough, cough."

Hearing Senya's cough, Anko and Yuhi Kurenai opened their eyes; one looked delicate and weak, as if filled with spring water, while the other's gaze was scorching and wild.

The two pairs of eyes collided. Senya suppressed the laughter in his heart as he watched them.

Both Anko and Yuhi Kurenai had designs on Senya, and from that night on, they had viewed each other as rivals.

Now that they had run into each other again with the same goal, having not tasted the delicious "Senya-tofu" for so long, they were both craving it.

After an awkward silence, Anko broke the stalemate first, as neither would get to eat if things continued this way:

"Together?"

Her tone was probing.

"Together."

Anko's tone revealed her certainty.

The two arrived at the front door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of knocking came from the door outside.

Senya picked up a black bathrobe, threw it on, walked to the door, and opened it.

Seeing the familiar Anko and Yuhi Kurenai before him, he realized it had been a while; they still wore the long hair he liked, but their charm was entirely different.

"It's autumn now, and it's so late. Be careful not to catch a cold; come inside first."

Once in the living room, Senya brewed hot tea and placed it before them, picking up a cup himself to savor.

He looked at the two bento boxes on the table, one wrapped in red cloth and the other in purple.

He naturally knew who had brought which.

He opened the bentos and set them out on the table.

"Let's eat together."

"Mm-hmm" X2

Anko and Yuhi Kurenai both responded.

The awkward atmosphere kept the three from speaking further, leaving only the sound of bowls, chopsticks, and chewing in the room.

Halfway through the meal, Senya felt something was wrong. There was a problem with this bento! The food was off!

A scorching, warm current began to spread from his abdomen to the rest of his body. Senya looked up at Anko and Yuhi Kurenai.

Anko's face was flushed, her eyes filled with aggression, her gaze locked onto Senya. She stuck her tongue out and licked the corner of her mouth, looking as if her plan had succeeded.

Under the table, Yuhi Kurenai's jade-like legs were tightly clamped together, unable to stop from slowly rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound. She kept her head down, looking at the tabletop, her eyes beginning to glaze over. When she looked at Anko sitting across from her, her expression was shy and even carried a hint of reproach.

Senya finally understood: Anko had added extra seasoning to the bento. Having studied under Orochimaru for so many years, he hadn't expected her to learn these kinds of things!

"Anko, Kurenai, why don't you two head back first? I'm full and would like to get some rest early."

Anko walked straight up to Senya, straddled his lap, and reached out to trace his face.

"It's autumn, and it's such a cold night. Why don't you let us stay the night instead~"

"Senya, are you really full yet~?"

Her voice was thick with implication. Kurenai sat to the side, her head nearly buried in her chest, yet she kept glancing toward Senya, her eyes darting away whenever he looked back.

As the medicinal effects gradually spread, the sound of breathing in the air grew increasingly heavy.

"Anko, your cooking has improved since last time. Did you add something special to it?"

After a year-long hiatus, Anko leaned in to whisper against Senya's ear, her breath hot.

"I added a tiny bit of delicious seasoning~"

With that, her tongue flicked across the shell of his ear.

A wave of numbness surged from Senya's ear.

Watching Anko's actions, Kurenai could no longer hold back. How dared she add such things to a bento! If she hadn't come over tonight, wouldn't he have ended up eating some real "Senya Tofu"!

She stood up, walked slowly to Senya's side, and sat down, taking his left hand and interlacing her fingers with his.

It was clear that Anko had ulterior motives, utilizing the "technological" means of food additives; she was truly worthy of being Orochimaru's student.

At the same time, it made Senya understand the two women's intentions. Even someone as reserved as Kurenai was looking at him with a gaze that was both coy and deeply affectionate.

"Ninja Art: Four-Corner Sealing Barrier."

With a single hand seal, he cast the ninjutsu once used during the Warring States period to protect clan lands, shielding the house.

He stood up and led Anko and Kurenai toward the inner room.

The room was dim, with moonlight filtering through the curtains to shine upon the pillows.

Anko shed her khaki-colored outer robe.

A one-piece black mesh ninja vest wrapped around her curvaceous figure, covering her from her upper body down to her mid-thighs.

Senya's gray-brown pupils contracted. Her perfectly delicate body, illuminated by the moonlight and accented by the black mesh vest, was enough to stir wild fantasies and was filled with temptation.

His hands began to move slowly, removing the remaining garments.

Seeing that she had already fallen so far behind, Kurenai, under the influence of the "food additives," did something she would never have dared to imagine on a normal day.

She leaned forward, pushed Anko aside, and pinned Senya down.

Senya's eyes widened. How could even Kurenai be this proactive? It seemed that if he didn't properly display his masculine nature, he wouldn't be able to teach them a lesson.

He rose and flipped them over, reversing the situation entirely.

"It's been so long, I never expected you two to become so bold."

The flush on Anko's face spread across her body, her skin visible beneath the thin fabric.

Kurenai turned her head away, reaching out to untie the white cloth belt at her waist. Her long red sleeves slowly slid toward the edge of the bed. A few pieces of white fabric from her outer garment covered her equally proud peaks, and from her chest, one could see the same black mesh ninja vest that Anko wore.

Her gaze darted around constantly, yet it remained locked onto Senya's body.

Faced with their provocative behavior, Senya naturally had to give Anko and Kurenai a proper lesson.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the movements in the room finally ceased. By then, the moon was already beginning to fade, and the rising sun of the dawn cast its first rays of light.