Anko listened to Uchiha Yin with a bewildered look and asked innocently, "Master, how am I supposed to show you I'm sincere?"
Her clothes were already hanging loose, yet she looked utterly serious as she asked.
The contrast made it hard for Yin to hold himself back.
But it would be a waste to rush through something he had waited so long for.
So he restrained himself.
"Take off your clothes yourself."
Yin said it casually, but Anko's face turned bright red.
She stammered for ages without making a move.
Yin put on a disappointed look. "So when you said you were ready, you were just saying it?"
Anko grew anxious and hurried to explain. "I wasn't, Master Yin! I'm just embarrassed. Give me a moment!"
With trembling hands, she reached for her belt.
The bathrobe was held closed by that single belt. The moment it came loose, the front fell open.
Then the robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet.
With nothing left to cover her, Anko folded her arms across her chest.
She lowered her head, too shy even to look up at him.
Yin watched her, his heart stirring at the sight of her bashfulness.
Still, he pretended to be unmoved. "Put your arms down and lift your head."
At his words, Anko seemed to give up resisting.
She slowly lowered her arms, though she still clasped her hands together uneasily.
Yin immediately regretted his demand. He wasn't making things difficult for Anko so much as for himself.
Even so, he had no intention of stopping. He beckoned to her. "Come here."
Then he patted his leg. "Come sit down."
Anko edged over to him and slowly sat with her back against him, between his crossed legs.
Yin reached around her from behind and