Seeing the wicked grin on Uchiha Yin's face, Rin felt temptation stir.
But the memory of last night—that bone-deep mix of exquisite pain and exquisite pleasure—still frightened her a little.
It showed on her face, and Uchiha Yin found her all the more enticing for it.
His hand wandered over her body.
"Master Yin, don't. It hurts."
Rin's voice grew softer, hazier.
"That's why I said to let me heal you. Then it won't hurt," Uchiha Yin said with a smile.
"And not just now. It won't hurt in the future, either. You'll only feel something else."
His coaxing voice sounded beside her ear.
If it hadn't hurt ten times as much last night, wouldn't the tenfold pleasure have sent Rin straight to the clouds?
The thought clearly tempted her.
"All right. But you have to close your eyes." Rin covered his eyes with her hand.
"We saw everything last night. Are you still that shy?" Uchiha Yin teased.
"That's different," Rin protested, blushing.
"All right, I'll close my eyes." Uchiha Yin did as she asked.
Rin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his eyes were shut.
But before she could fully relax, his hand began wandering over her again.
"What are you doing? Stop touching me everywhere," Rin protested.
"My eyes are closed. I can't see a thing," Uchiha Yin said plaintively, though he was laughing to himself.
With his abilities, sensing something this close was effortless even without the Mind's Eye of the Kagura.
He was doing it on purpose, adding a little spice to the moment.
"Then stop groping around, you scoundrel. Give me your hand."
Rin caught his large hand and spoke in a soft voice.
"Anko called you a jerk. She wasn't wrong," Rin said with a huff.
"Yes, I'm a scoundrel