"We''ll do a few for sure, but maybe not every day," Asuma answers the Akimichi. "Anything else? No? Alright, dismissed?"


    Asuma is already lighting his cigarette as he leaves his genin team and exits the shop. Before Ino can get more than a step away, Choji calls out to her. "Ino-chan wait!"


    "What is it," she throws out, annoyed, though making a small note of how weirdly Shikamaru is looking at his fat-ass of a friend.


    "I know you didn''t like the celebration dango I made for us bing a team," he starts to exin as he takes a container out of his pack where he keeps his potato ships.


    "I thought I''d make one special for you though." He opens the container to show a single stick of a yellow, a red, and a blue dango. "This one is super low calorie, barely any carbs, no sugar, no salt and fat-free. It''s basically little better than water."


    He presents the special dango to her and instantly she feels bad for some of the horribly insulting thoughts she had of him. Regardless of how everything turned out, she knows none of it was their fault, and since she''s going on a long hike, she decides to take the stick of dango. "Thanks Choji.


    That was really nice of you."


    The smile on his face surprised her. It wasn''t so serious a thing he needed to be overjoyed over. ''Maybe he worked really hard on this,'' she thought as she ate the first two with delight. ''And I did throw away thatst one he made.''


    "Maybe we can hang out since we have the day off," Choji suggests with a hopeful vigor, turning to Shikamaru. "What do you say Shikamaru? We can go to the park and y, or if you want to shop, Ino, we could do that too."


    "Sorry," she starts, ripping thest blue dango from the long pick, before throwing the slim piece of wood into Choji''s bag. "I actually got ns today. Maybe next time."


    "What are you doing," Shikamaru asks with bored suspicion. To the pineapple-headed boy, she seems slightly more chipper and less bossy than normal.


    "No way," Ino mocks him in fake shock, before adding, "is that genuine interest I hear?" She smiles broadly at them before turning and leaving. She manages to hear the pineapple head, mutter, "troublesome," before she''s out of earshot and on her way to the Hokage monument.


    Luckily it''s not more than fifteen minutes away from her team meeting spot.


    "Yo!" Naruto calls when he sees her. "Morning Ino-chan."


    Rolling her eyes at the chan he adds to her name, she returns a glum, "no time for chit chat. Three hours there, three hours back, and I don''t know how long it''s going to take to find it; we don''t have any time to waste, so let''s go!"


    With a weak chuckle he turns around and they begin their hike at a run.


    It starts five minutes in. For some reason, Ino grows warm, very warm, nearly flushed. As they jog over through leaf invested grassy floors and overrge tree roots, Ino begins to wonder about her physical well being.


    The Dead Last isn''t going any faster than she can handle but the excessive warmth is beginning to pool primarily to her lower back, hips, and thighs, though it doesn''t exempt her neck, cheeks, and bouncing breasts.


    Ino tries to ignore it as her fogging mind reasons it was something she ate, however, soon, the salivating warmth invites a certain weakness to her feverish muscles.


    It was as if her well-conditioned control had been sucked out of her body, reced by this tingling allergy spreading from her irritably stuffy pelvis down her humid thighs, up the t of her toned abdomen, the swell of her torrid breasts and hernguid red neck.


    Ino had to stop jogging. Her uncooperative leg muscles were twitching and the sweat between her vibrating legs felt sticky.


    She didn''t even realize how long she''d stopped for until Naruto is standing right in front of hernot even breathing heavilyexpressing, "it''s going to take us longer to get there if you don''t hurry up."


    Jumping at the chance to utilize the heat of her anger rather than the oddly sensitive heat of her body, she musters enough airy voice to shout back, "Sh-Shut... up." It''s the weakesteback she''s ever felt. "Just keep jogging," she finishes. Naruto shrugs before taking off again.


    Following after the golden-blond, Ino couldn''t understand why her body was reacting this way and what makes her start to panic is it''s only getting worse. With every step she took, Ino felt her breasts and the apex of her inner thighs getting hotter and hotter.


    A sensitive heat that continues its invasion to odd ces she never really thought to feel before, like her ears, the back of her knees, between her toes, her ass cheeks, and evento her horrorher sphincter. She can feel it twitch with a growing itch.


    Ino was soon walking again, breathing heavily despite only jogging for five or ten minutes. She brings out her canteen of water, desperate for it''s cooling relief but only finds the clear liquid can do nothing to bate this demanding heat growing within her.


    In fact, the trickles of water that ssh away from her cherry red lips, and stream down chin and neck, seem to ignite her sensitive skin further.


    Nearly an hour in and she''s sweating shamefully profusely. The way her fis stalkings and white bindings stick to her sodden skin, and her damp purple top wrapping desperately around her tender C-cup breasts and pebbled teats only fuels how incredibly obscene she feels at the moment.


    The raunchy Royal-Purple rags of her typical outfit cling to her, stretching and pulling with every dragging step ahead, but that''s not where her attention is drawn. No, all of Ino''s focus is on the incredibly heat gathering in her core and her stone hard nipples.


    Though embarrassed, the fog of her mind and the special kunoichi training help her avoid reacting on those shameful feelings, lest she turn back and end her mission foring out here in the first ce.


    It also helps Naruto is always leading them and can''t see her, which is a relief as even the gentlest of breezes hazes her mind euphorically as it ys with her tingling body. ''It''s odd,'' she thinks when her forgetful mind questions why she''s following the hypnotic orange of the blond''s jumpsuit.


    As Ino wonders if they''re ying a game of slow tag, her hand drops to the tender junction between her legs and the slightest of contact nearly takes her knees out, electrifying her with the most pleasure she''s ever felt.


    So unaware of her surroundings, she didn''t even realize the moan that she heard came out of her mouth until Naruto was right in front of her. She can barely make out how concerned he looks over the simple recognition of his maleness.


    "Neh, are you okay," he asks, putting his warm hand on her shoulder. Ino bursts at the contact. She couldn''t understand how a hand touching her bald, fleshy, sweaty shoulder can feel so deliciously thrilling.


    Ino simply couldn''t think but for the urging of her basic needs and lurches forward, sending them both to the grassy floor.


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