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Orochimaru didn't stop sucking her nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing, but his other hand finally released its grip on her other breast.

Yuriko barely had time to register the loss before she felt his fingers trailing down, tracing the curve of her waist, inching lower.

A slow, deliberate stroke against her hips—then further down, grazing the edge of her damp panties.

She shuddered as his fingers ghosted over the soaked fabric of her string, the heat of his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

He didn't pull it aside. Not yet. Instead, he pressed against the thin fabric, feeling the slickness seeping through.

A deep chuckle rumbled from him.

"How wet you are… like a desperate little slut."

Yuriko gasped as his fingers applied pressure, rubbing slow, teasing circles, his other hand still toying with her nipple.

"Mmm… aahhh…" Her moans spilled out, unbidden, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but Orochimaru clicked his tongue.

"Don't hide from me now," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement as he pressed a single finger against her entrance—still through the fabric—testing, teasing, making her squirm.

Yuriko shuddered at the sensation, her hips shifting instinctively, chasing the touch that was just out of reach.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "How eager," he mused, his fingers pressing a little harder against the soaked material. "Like a bitch in heat."

She gasped, heat flooding her cheeks, but she didn't deny it. She couldn't. Not when her body was betraying her so blatantly.

He grasped the thin scrap of fabric between his fingers and tugged it upwards, letting the pressure rub directly against her swollen clit. The sudden friction sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her, tearing a whimper from her throat.

"Hnn~!"

Orochimaru's smirk deepened as he watched her squirm beneath him.

He finally let the fabric snap back into place, dragging his fingers down, tracing the slick outline of her folds through the damp material before pressing the tip of one finger against her entrance.

Still covered. Still teasing.

She let out a strangled moan, thighs trembling at the sheer cruelty of it.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was a dark purr, his golden eyes glinting as he watched her unravel. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this?"

Too long. Far, far too long.

Yuriko bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but her body spoke for her. The way she arched into his touch, the way her breath hitched every time he so much as twitched his fingers.

He didn't let the flimsy scrap of fabric get in his way any longer. With a sharp tug, the string snapped, the delicate material giving way beneath his fingers.

She sucked in a breath, body instinctively tensing.

His fingers traced through the soft, untouched patch of hair, a slow, deliberate exploration before they found their way to her swollen bud.

A sharp pinch.

"Anhh~" Yuriko's breath hitched, her hips jerking instinctively.

The sensation was maddening—pain and pleasure intertwined, blurring the lines between torment and indulgence.

His fingers didn't stop. Rolling, pressing, teasing her most sensitive spot with just the right amount of pressure.

Yuriko clenched the sheets, torn between wanting him to stop and needing more.

And judging by his smirk, he knew it too.

Without warning, his hand moved with precision—one expertly pinching her nipple while his middle finger slid between her folds, teasing at her entrance before pushing inside.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat.

"Annh~"

Her body arched instinctively, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion. The contrast of sensations—the rough pinch at her peak and the slow, stretching glide of his finger below—left her breathless.

"You've been neglected," he observed, voice dripping with amusement. "But your body still remembers."

A knowing smirk curved his lips as he slipped his index finger inside, slow and deliberate.

"Anh~"

Yuriko's breath hitched, her body instinctively clenching around him. But he didn't stop.

With two fingers now, he teased her relentlessly—curling, stroking, pressing into the most sensitive spots with unnerving precision.

"Anh~ Anh~ Anh~"

Her moans spilled from her lips, helpless against the mounting pleasure. Each sound only seemed to spur him on, his fingers working her with increasing intensity.

He felt it—the telltale quiver, the way her walls clenched tighter, her body trembling on the edge.

And just when she thought she couldn't take anymore—

He quickened his pace, fingers plunging deeper, rougher, merciless.

"Anh~ Anh~ Anh~ Anh~"

"AAAnnngghhhh~~"

Yuriko's back arched, her vision turning white as the tension snapped. A shudder wracked through her, pleasure crashing in waves as she came undone beneath his touch.

Her release coated his fingers, but he didn't pull away—not yet.

Only when her body finally sagged against the bed, breathless and spent, did he pull his fingers free, watching her with that same smirk.

"Not bad," he mused, bringing his fingers to his lips. "But we're just getting started."