In the same day, it was a pleasant afternoon for Asuma's team. They had just completed another successful mission and already submitted their report to the Fifth Hokage.
"Hell yeah! Another mission in the bag—we're on a roll!" Choji cheered as the team made their way toward Yakiniku Q.
"We really are the perfect team," Ino added, walking beside Shikamaru. She casually raised her right arm, flashing her perfectly smooth armpits at passersby—a habit she had developed from showing off.
"Whatever…" Shikamaru muttered, hands in his pockets.
Just then, something on the Hokage Tower's jumbotron caught his attention. "Looks like there's an urgent announcement. Listen up, guys," he said, drawing Ino and Choji's focus to the screen.
Shizune appeared on the broadcast, now sporting a new sleeveless outfit, and began announcing the latest village regulations. Shikamaru furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Huh? Are you kidding me!? What a drag… A rule like that is completely unnecessary. Totally weird and useless," he grumbled.
"Oh, come on, Shikamaru," Ino said with a smirk. "I know the new rule seems strange, but let's be real—I'm just too sexy for the enemy. That's why we win so many missions, right? Seems like my sleeveless top helps more than your strategy does."
Grinning, she confidently raised both arms behind her head, once again flaunting her flawless armpits at Shikamaru.
Unfortunately for her, she hadn't realized that the last mission had left them a little… less than fresh.
"What the hell are you so proud of!? Showing those stinky armpits to the enemy? Get that away from me—it's disgusting," Shikamaru grumbled as Ino struck a pose, both arms raised in front of him.
"H-HEY! What did you just say!?" Ino shouted angrily before grabbing him by the collar.
Meanwhile, Choji—too hungry to care about their argument—couldn't help but steal glances at Ino's exposed armpits. His thoughts drifted as he absentmindedly drooled.
Ugh… You know what, Shikamaru? I'd lick her armpits if I could… You have no idea how delicious they look…
Shikamaru sighed, rubbing his temple. "Arguing with you is pointless… And can you put your arms down already? I don't want to see your armpits."
Ino smirked and leaned in closer. "Oh, come on, Shikamaru. Don't be so stubborn. I know you'd lick them if I gave you the chance," she teased, keeping her armpits fully exposed.
"This is seriously disgusting. You're such a pervert," Shikamaru grumbled, mockingly covering his nose as he stepped away from Ino.
"Hmph… I bet if Temari were the one wearing sleeveless, you'd lick her armpits without a second thought. Bleh!" Ino pouted, sticking out her tongue before walking ahead of him.
Shikamaru's eye twitched. "No, I would not! That's disgusting, and I don't think any sane person would do something like that!" he snapped, finally losing his patience.
Sensing the rising tension, Asuma sighed. "Alright, knock it off, you two. Let's go eat—my treat."
That was enough to shift their focus, and the team proceeded toward Yakiniku Q.
As they walked, Asuma chuckled to himself, lost in thought. Heh… this really reminds me of something… Been a long time since I last enjoyed Kurenai's armpits…
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Naruto woke up later in the afternoon, stretching as he let out a big yawn. But as he sat up, something strange lingered in his mind.
"I'm still confused about what happened at Ichiraku yesterday… Why did I keep staring at Sakura's armpits like that? What the hell is happening to me?!"
He groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. "Ugh, forget it. There's no point in overthinking. I was probably just too hungry and exhausted yesterday."
Shaking off the thought, he got up and stretched. "Maybe a bowl of ramen will clear my mind…"
As Naruto prepared his meal and took his first bite, a strange sensation washed over him. Without warning, his mind drifted into a fantasy—an image so vivid it made him freeze.
Sakura stood before him, raising both arms high above her head, her smooth, glistening armpits fully exposed. A seductive smile played on her lips as she leaned in slightly.
"You like what you see, don't you…? Naruto-kun~" she teased, her voice sultry and inviting.
Naruto snapped back to reality, choking on his ramen.
"W-Wait… Am I dreaming?! T-This feels way too real…!" Naruto stammered, his eyes locked onto Sakura's armpits. His heart pounded as an overwhelming urge took over.
Sakura smirked, stepping closer with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Oh, come on, little fox~ I know you want to lick them… Go ahead, I won't stop you. It's a little embarrassing, but I promise~"
She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper.
"Or maybe… you'd rather do something else with my sweaty armpits? You know… smooth skin needs a tongue, and natural salt water is perfect for marinating that huge sausage of yours~"
She pointed at Naruto's crotch, making his whole body tense up.
Without even realizing it, Naruto's nose started bleeding. His breathing grew heavier as he swallowed hard.
"G-Goosh… I… I'd love to, S-Sakura-chan…" he muttered, slowly nodding his head, completely entranced.
Just as Naruto was about to give in, leaning closer to taste Sakura's sweaty armpits—
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A loud banging on the door shattered his fantasy in an instant.
"Ah, damn it…! Why does someone always have to ruin my special moments?!" he groaned, rubbing his head in frustration.
Still flustered, he shook off the lingering heat in his body.
"Maybe it's Kakashi-sensei… probably here to teach me a new jutsu or something" he thought, quickly trying to regain his composure.
Naruto quickly jumped from his chair and rushed to open the door.
As soon as he did, a familiar pink-haired girl stood before him.
"Good afternoon, Naruto," Sakura greeted with a smile.
"S-Sa-Sakura-chan?!" Naruto stammered, his eyes widening in shock. The very girl from his fantasy was now standing right in front of him.