[Naruto] I, the winner in life, am forced to destroy the world

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When Hasumi went back, she hesitated for a while at the door of Hatake's house. In the end, she didn't go in. Instead, she turned around and walked into A Fei's house nearby.

"A Fei, please take me in for a while!"

Hasumi said as she pushed open the door, only to see Obito's figure.

"With soil?"

Hasumi tilted her head, "Where's A Fei? Why are you here?"

Obito was silent. Would he say that he came to Fei, the 'teacher's little tame', for love consultation?

His eyes wandered, but when he caught a glimpse of the box in Hasumi's hand, his eyes froze.

"Teacher, what's in your hand?"

"Chocolate." Hasumi shook the box in her hand, "I'm just worried about how to solve it."

“Wouldn’t it be better to just throw it in the trash can?”

Before Obito finished speaking, he heard Hasumi's next words: "After all, it was sent by Kakashi."

Obito looked gloomy and gritted his teeth: "I can help eat it."

Hasumi's eyes lit up, and even though he was tightly wearing a hijab, Obito could still feel that he was very happy.

This made Obito unable to say a word of regret, so he had no choice but to take the box and chew the chocolate like he was going to smash someone to pieces.

"Today is Valentine's Day." Obito mentioned casually, "So, is this Honmei Chocolate?"

"That's right." Hasumi was silent for a moment, and then said softly.

With a "click" sound, Obito bit off a piece of chocolate with his back molars. After chewing it and swallowing it, he picked up a piece of chocolate and walked to Hasumi.

Hasumi looked at him doubtfully.

Obito lifted the mask off the teacher's face, held his face in his hands, and moved his lips up to him angrily.

The two people's tongues were entangled, and soon the chocolate melted with the temperature of the mouth and blended on the tips of their tongues.

Obito couldn't help but hug the teacher's waist tightly, pursuing a deeper kiss.

However, Obito's skills were too immature, and he was quickly kissed by Hasumi who turned from defense to offense until his eyes blurred and he even forgot to breathe.

"call"

Hasumi let go of this idiot disciple who could forget to breathe even when kissing, and kissed his left eye again: "I still think your own Sharingan looks better."

"I think so too," Obito replied subconsciously.

Then he realized that this was not the time to discuss his new Sharingan, so he grabbed Hasumi's wrist and refused to let him leave.

"Did you promise him?"

Obito asked in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Hasumi made a nasal sound, which he thought was a sign of confusion, but Obito thought he was saying "Yes, that's right, I agreed."

Obito's eyes couldn't help but turn red: "You promised him, then who am I?"

"A lover? Or just a bed partner!"

He asked sharply, but in Hasumi's eyes, he was like a dog barking loudly because he was afraid of being abandoned by his owner.

Use cruelty to cover up uneasiness.

It was so cute that Hasumi even wanted to kiss the tip of his nose to calm his uneasiness.

But Hasumi soon came to his senses. He frowned and lowered his eyes and said, "You have crossed the line, Obito."

His voice was cold and full of warning, "You are my disciple."

That's it.

Obito's face turned pale, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his color gradually returned. He asked: "Then why did you promise me before?"

"what?"

A shy look flashed in Obito's eyes: "Just go to bed with me."

Hasumi said subconsciously: "Don't you just want to have sex?"

"???"

Obito blushed and shouted, "No! I want to be your lover!"

"Is there any disciple who would sleep with his teacher?" he said with shame and anger.

Hasumi's expression went blank for a moment. He did not expect that his disciple had such thoughts towards him.

"you like me?"

"I love you."

Obito looked serious, his eyes twinkling.

"You are my disciple"

"No, I will be your lover."

The affection surging in Obito's eyes was deeper than the night, yet as hot as a burning torch.

His eyes were gleaming, filled with attachment to Hasumi and a pitiable fragility, which made his Sharingan as ruby-like, gorgeous, alluring, and beautiful.

‘Are Uchiha’s Sharingan always so moving?’

Hasumi thought that she hadn't seen Shisui's Sharingan yet. Shisui said that Sharingan was used to deal with enemies, so he always faced him with a pair of clear black eyes.

However, even if he deliberately diverted his thoughts, Hasumi still felt the throbbing in his heart, which made him look a little pale.

Obito kissed Hasumi's lips carefully, and he whimpered like a puppy: "I like you."

Hasumi looked at her disciple's clumsy courtship and felt pity for her: "I don't remember raising Obito to be such a bad boy."

He lowered his head, put his lips to Obito's ear, and whispered so softly.

The teacher's warm breath hit Obito's ears, making him quietly turn red.

The teacher's refusal was not very serious this time, as if he was making a symbolic statement: "Look, I have rejected you." This made Obito feel hopeful.

Like a puppy, he leaned forward and kissed the teacher's chin, licking it wetly.

"Promise me? Teacher."

He looked pitifully from bottom to top. He was obviously a man like a large dog, but it reminded Hasumi of him when he was a child.

So pitiful and cute.

"Obito is such a bad boy, always making things difficult for the teacher."

Hasumi narrowed her eyes and said with a sigh, but her hoarse laughter overflowed and was heard by Obito.

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Obito was lying on the bed, his eyes opened with a hint of confusion, and he didn't understand how he got to the bed in such a daze.

His body was sore and weak, and he couldn't muster any strength. He was lying limply on the soft quilt, unable to move.

An arm was wrapped around his waist, and a low laughter sounded above his head: "Have you learned your lesson?"

Obito rubbed his chest subconsciously, and then raised his eyes to look at him: "I am willing."

This is really touching.

In particular, he looked very embarrassed, and even his voice was lower-pitched and hoarse than usual.

Hasumi didn't care about him teasing her many times, but used the inversion technique to rub his sore muscles and asked him in a low voice: "Does this make you feel better?"

"Hmm" Obito groaned in enjoyment. When he was caressed on the inner thigh, he couldn't help but gasp. He felt that the tender flesh was so sensitive that it made his lower abdomen spasm. He frowned in pleasure and pain. The tears were hanging on my eyelashes and would not fall.

"No, teacher, don't go any higher!" With a cry of surprise, Obito's hands hugged the teacher tightly, as if he wanted to integrate himself into the teacher's body.

"what"

Obito gasped for breath. Although his body was no longer sore, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

His legs couldn't help but tighten around Hasumi's waist, like some kind of seduction.

Hasumi's eyes were heavy and she held him in her arms again.

2

Obito straightened his clothes, took out a square box with a green ribbon from his Kamui and handed it to the teacher with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Is this a reward for me?" Hasumi asked him deliberately.

"It's Valentine's Day chocolate." Obito glared at Hasumi in shame, "It's Honmei chocolate."

he said emphatically.

Hasumi couldn't help but chuckle.

So, it's really too cute.

He is too hateful and a bad boy.

3

Before leaving, Obito put his arms around Hasumi's neck and asked for a kiss, and then left with satisfaction.

Hasumi looked at the twisted whirlpool of divine power, her eyes obscured in the night.

"Hasumi-san."

Hasumi followed the sound.

"Yamato?"

He softened his eyebrows: "Are you here to find me?"

"Yes."

Yamato stood under a streetlight not far away. The warm yellow light illuminated Yamato's eyes, which made him look very gentle for a moment.

"I'm here to give this to you, Hasumi-san."

Hasumi took the handbag, glanced at the gift box in the bag, and said jokingly: "Could this be chocolate?"

A blush appeared on Yamato's face, but disappeared quickly, making Hasumi think he was dazzled. He nodded: "Yes."

Hasumi paused slightly. He really had a psychological shadow on chocolate today.

Fortunately, Yamato's voice came again: "It's Giri Chocolate."

"Because I receive so much care from Hasumi-san on weekdays, I heard that on this day I can send chocolates to express my gratitude."

He touched the back of his head embarrassedly, looking a little hesitant.

"Oh? Did the person who told you this tell you that today is Valentine's Day?"

Hasumi's voice was a little lazy and hoarse, like feathers gently teasing Yamato's eardrums, and his ears quickly turned red.

'What does it mean'

Yamato's mind was filled with random thoughts, almost turning into mush.

He subconsciously asked, "What did Hasumi-san want to say?"

Hasumi's eyes reflected Yamato's figure, her cheeks were as red as a rosy cloud, and she was extremely shy.

As soon as Yamato met his eyes, he couldn't help but lower his head.

The turquoise lake is filled with tiny fragments of light, almost pulling people into it and drowning.

But he seems to have some affection for everyone, which makes him as unpredictable as a fog.

A chuckle sounded in Yamato's ears, but Hasumi didn't answer him.

"I'll accept the chocolate. Go back early, Yamato."

He said this and turned back to the house.

Yamato stood there blankly, staring at his back.