A golden Ki barrier sealed the entire room tight.
Goten pressed one hand against the back of Anko's neck and used his other hand to pull down the zipper of her trench coat directly.
"You."
Anko weakly raised a hand to block him, but her wrist was gently nudged aside.
"Don't make a fuss."
Goten's tone was flat and his movements decisive, pulling half the trench coat down below her elbows in two or three motions.
The fishnet undershirt was soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, making the curves bulge and curve where they should, hiding nothing at all.
Anko turned her head away to bite the corner of the pillow, her neck and the roots of her ears turning completely red.
"It has to touch the skin to channel Ki in. If there's a layer of fabric, I'll have to up my output. Can you handle that?"
"...Stop using medical treatment as an excuse."
"Do you think I need an excuse?"
Anko was left speechless.
Goten's palm pressed against the Cursed Seal on the back of her neck.
The black patterns crawled wildly across her snow-white skin, spreading from her neck toward her shoulders. With every inch they expanded, Anko's body shuddered along with it.
She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her lip and drawing blood.
Goten frowned slightly.
The pressure in his palm decreased by thirty percent, slowing the output of Ki and penetrating the inside of the Cursed Seal bit by bit.
"Cry out if it hurts, don't bite yourself."
"This lady... won't cry out..."
The golden Ki poured into the core of the Cursed Seal along the meridians, and wherever it passed, the black patterns retreated inch by inch.
When it retreated to the deepest part, a