Deceptively

The night draped Konoha in a heavy stillness as Baby, Kurenai, and Temari approached Shizune’s modest home, its lantern-lit porch a faint beacon against the darkened streets. Shikamaru’s body slumped between the two women, his arms draped over their shoulders, his head lolling forward, skin an unnatural shade of deep purple, mottled and sickly under the moonlight, his breaths shallow and ragged—a ruse crafted by Baby’s will. Kurenai pounded on the door, her knuckles sharp against the wood, while Temari adjusted her grip, her arms steadying him. Shizune rushed to answer, her dark hair tousled from sleep, her eyes widening in alarm as she took in the scene. “What happened?” she demanded, her voice tight with urgency, already reaching for her medical pouch.

“He got worse on the way,” Kurenai said, her tone clipped with feigned panic. “There’s no time to get to the hospital—please, Shizune, help him here.” Temari nodded, her voice rough. “It’s bad—he’s barely breathing.” Shizune hesitated only a heartbeat, her healer’s instinct overriding caution, and gestured them inside. “Kitchen table, now,” she ordered, clearing space with a sweep of her arm—medical texts and scrolls shoved aside as they shuffled in, the air thick with the scent of herbs and antiseptic. They laid Shikamaru across the table, his purpled skin stark against the worn wood, his chest rising faintly as Shizune leaned over him, her hands glowing with diagnostic chakra, probing for the cause.

Before she could pull away, Shikamaru’s hands snapped up, gripping her wrists with unnatural strength. Shizune gasped, her chakra faltering, eyes widening in shock as Kurenai and Temari moved as one—Kurenai pinning her arms from behind, Temari clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry. “Hold still, darling,” Baby purred, Shikamaru’s voice a low, mocking drawl as his red eyes flared. His mouth gaped open, a sickening, wet squelch filling the room as a silvery tide of his essence surged forth, slithering from his throat and darting toward Shizune’s exposed neck.

Her body tensed, wrists pinned as the silver found her parted lips—opened in a gasp—and poured inside, cold and invasive, **** her with its slick weight. She gagged, jerking violently, but the women held firm. Temari’s hands slid beneath Shizune’s robe, groping the soft swell of her tits, whispering, “So soft, so perfect for Master,” her lips brushing Shizune’s ear as she squeezed. Kurenai pressed closer, fingers dipping between Shizune’s thighs, stroking her through her clothes, purring, “You’ll love serving him—your pussy’s already aching for it, isn’t it?” The silver spread, threading through her veins, rewriting her, and Shizune’s muffled cries softened into whimpers as Temari teased her clit and Kurenai groped her ass, coaxing her surrender.

Shizune’s eyes flared red, her body stilling as Baby settled in, his essence curling around her sharp mind—rich with medical knowledge and chakra secrets. He flexed her fingers, marveling at their steadiness, and her lips curled into a smirk. “There we are,” he said, Shizune’s voice now laced with his velvet cruelty, “all mine.” Temari and Kurenai stepped back, their hands lingering on her skin as they knelt, adoring smiles on their faces.

The kitchen’s flickering lantern cast a warm glow as Baby straightened Shizune’s posture, her red eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. “Strip, my darlings—let me see what’s mine,” he commanded, Shizune’s tone soft yet authoritative. Temari and Kurenai obeyed, their outer robes sliding to the floor, revealing shiny latex **** outfits—black and gleaming, hugging every curve. Temari’s bodysuit replaced her fishnets, Kurenai’s corset cinching her waist, both catching the light with every move. Baby pulled Temari close with Shizune’s hands, pressing her lips to hers in a hungry, claiming kiss, tongue delving deep as Temari melted into him, her latex-clad body pressing against Shizune’s softer curves. “Good girl,” he murmured, Shizune’s voice a sultry hum, “you taste like mine.”

Kurenai sank to her knees, parting Shizune’s robe and sliding her hands up her thighs. Her mouth found Shizune’s pussy, tongue flicking out with worshipful precision, and Baby groaned through Shizune’s throat, savoring the sensation. “That’s it, Kurenai—please your Master,” he purred, breaking the kiss with Temari to watch, Shizune’s red eyes glinting. Kurenai hummed, her tongue delving deeper, as the genjutsu faded, revealing Shikamaru sitting upright on the table’s edge—skin unmarred, breathing steady, red eyes gleaming with devotion, his earlier sickly form a lie.

Baby tilted Shizune’s head, smirking possessively. “Shikamaru, fuck me—show me how well you serve your Master in this sweet little body,” he ordered, Shizune’s voice a velvet command. “You two—worship me, finger yourselves. I want you dripping.” Shikamaru slid off the table, his erection straining as he gripped Shizune’s hips, pulling her to the edge and thrusting into her with a deep stroke, her pussy yielding as Baby moaned. Temari kissed Shizune’s neck, sucking fervently, her hand slipping into her latex to stroke herself, while Kurenai traced Shizune’s collarbone with her tongue, fingers plunging into her own slick heat. “Yes, fuck me harder—worship your Master,” Baby hissed, Shizune’s voice trembling with delight, her body rocking with Shikamaru’s thrusts.

The tension coiled tight, and Baby pushed them over the edge. Shizune’s body clenched around Shikamaru, her climax ripping through with a shuddering cry, as he groaned, spilling hot inside her. Temari and Kurenai followed, their bodies arching as they came, juices slicking their fingers, their worshipful gasps a chorus to Baby’s triumph in Shizune’s trembling form.