But after drinking only half a glass of red wine, Mei Terumi's snowy white cheeks began to take on a soft blush, as though an invisible hand had brushed across her skin.
The blush resembled a sunset drifting across the horizon—radiant and enticing, yet faintly unnatural, as if she were struggling to suppress some emotion bubbling beneath the surface.
As time passed, the crimson tint deepened, slowly climbing up her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, and blooming on her lips. The flush made her look even more alluring, dangerously so.
Clearly, Mizukage-sama wasn't a strong drinker.
Uchiha Hikaru watched the color rise in Mei Terumi's cheeks and tried to rein her in gently.
"A little wine is fine to unwind, but any more and you'll be out cold. I'd rather not have to carry you back later."
"If someone from the village sees you passed out in my house, it might cause a... misunderstanding."
But by the time his words reached Mei Terumi's ears, their meaning had already twisted.
To her, it sounded more like: If you get drunk, just stay here tonight…
As the saying goes—alcohol gives courage to the heart.
The idea of seducing Uchiha Hikaru had taken root in Mei Terumi's heart years ago. Now, with time passing and desire only growing deeper, that seed had long since become a fire.
Without hesitation, she picked up the glass and downed the remaining wine in one go.
Red wine dripped down her jaw, over her swan-like neck, and across her collarbone, soaking into the front of her robes.
The deep blue fabric clung tightly to her skin, outlining every graceful contour like a second layer. Her full breasts quivered as she moved—playful, unrestrained, like mischievous spirits dancing freely.
Her skin was pale as snow, and within that flawless canvas, the faint grooves of her cleavage glimmered like hidden trails through the ice. They tempted the eye, beckoning exploration. Beneath the soaked fabric, her curves lost none of their power—if anything, their vulnerability made them even more striking.
Mei raised her head, eyes slightly unfocused, and looked toward Hikaru.
"I'm not drunk..." she murmured, her voice slow, slurred, sultry.
Yet her body leaned forward instinctively, her hands brushing against Hikaru's arm as though seeking warmth.
He felt her closeness, her scent, her touch, and a wave of heat surged in his chest.
Looking at the disheveled beauty in front of him, he reached out and gently steadied her by the shoulders.
Mei fell softly into his arms. Her long, damp hair brushed his cheek, leaving behind a faint, tingling sensation.
His heartbeat quickened.
He glanced down—her eyes were closed, lashes trembling slightly, lips slightly parted.
As if she were waiting.
Waiting for something.
His gaze unconsciously dropped to her lips, and his throat tightened. He swallowed.
And then she asked, teasing but bold, "Tell me honestly—who's more beautiful, me or Tsunade?"
As she spoke, she raised one arm and folded it behind her head, arching her chest upward.
The soft curves that had bounced freely just moments ago froze for a beat—then trembled again as they adjusted, like flustered little creatures disturbed from their rest.
"Ahem… this is…"
"How should I say this…" Hikaru stammered.
He'd already had two glasses of wine, but it wasn't nearly enough to make him drunk. Still, Mei's deliberate movements were enough to distract even the calmest shinobi.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled Tsunade's figure in his memory, making a silent comparison under the moonlight.
He raised an eyebrow. Truth be told, he already knew the answer.
There was something to be said for how the climate and region shaped a person. The faint sheen of sweat on Mei's skin caught the light just right, giving her a different kind of appeal.
Hikaru's lingering gaze made Mei flush deeper. She swatted at him gently and pouted.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and answer!"
He blinked, returning to himself, and chuckled.
"You each have your own charms. You're both beautiful women."
Mei wasn't satisfied. She pouted harder.
"No! You have to pick one!"
Hikaru sighed and leaned in, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as he whispered, "Right now, in this moment… you're the most beautiful."
His warm breath tickled her ear, and Mei shivered with delight.
A satisfied smile bloomed on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek before giggling softly.
"You're bad…"
Her laughter rang through the room, the air thickening with tension and unspoken desire.
"You've definitely had too much. Maybe we should stop here."
"Besides, Saya's going to be back soon. This isn't the best idea…"
But Mei didn't listen.
She grabbed the half-empty bottle of red wine and tipped it straight back, gulping it down.
Streams of deep crimson slipped from the corners of her lips, tracing the curves of her throat and chest.
"Mei, that's enough!" Hikaru reached for the bottle, alarmed.
But she dodged his hand, defiant. "No! I'm not done. I want to drink more!"
She poured herself another glass before he could stop her.
He stared at her helplessly, knowing full well that she was drunk—but there was a fierce beauty in her rebellion that stirred something in him.
"…Alright. Then I'll drink with you."
And so, the two of them drank glass after glass, emptying the bottle before they even realized it.
Mei's eyes were hazy now. She slumped against Hikaru's shoulder, her words slurring.
"Hikaru… do you know… I like you…"
His eyes widened slightly.
He hadn't expected that—not now, not like this.
He turned toward her, expression uncertain.
"Mei, I…"
But she cut him off, raising a finger to press softly against his lips.
"Shh. I don't want to hear it."
Then, standing on her toes, she kissed him—gently, insistently—on the mouth.
Faced with Mei Terumi's bold and unmistakable signal, Uchiha Hikaru finally made a decision.
Once might be coincidence.
Twice? A mistake.
But a third time?
At that point, you're walking willingly into the lion's den.
His posture shifted. With a smooth motion, he pulled his left arm free from her grasp and wrapped it firmly around her waist, drawing her in.
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Two hours passed.
By the time the last traces of sunset had vanished from the sky and the stars glimmered above, the room had gone quiet.
Mei Terumi lay sprawled across the table, her body trembling slightly, her legs too weak to hold her upright.
She murmured incoherently.
"￥#%#￥..."
Hikaru walked over, scooped her into his arms, and carried her gently into the bedroom.
He carefully cleaned away every trace of what had just happened.
After all, Saya would be back before long…
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