When Scum girl transmigrated into Naruto World

Aiha stood in the shadows of the Uchiha compound, watching as the night unfolded in front of her. The moonlight bathed the compound in a soft glow, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of power settle deep within her. Everything was falling into place, and with each passing day, she grew stronger, more in control.

Itachi was proving to be a challenge, but she had already chipped away at his walls. The touch, the soft whispers in his ear, the carefully chosen words—it had all been part of a plan, and she was beginning to see the fruits of her labor. But it wasn't enough. She needed to go further. She needed to make him dependent on her, to bind him to her in ways he couldn't escape.

Her next move was carefully planned.

Aiha had already observed the subtle shifts in his behavior, the way he would look for her when no one else was around. She could tell he was already struggling, torn between his duty and the connection she was offering him. It was time to solidify her control.

Tonight, she would be more direct. Tonight, she would make him hers.

The training grounds were silent, save for the occasional rustle of the wind and the distant chirping of crickets. Aiha knew Itachi would be there. He had been spending a lot of time training alone, as always. This time, though, she would join him. It was no longer enough for her to just talk to him or watch from afar. She would take control, make him see that he couldn't escape her.

As she approached the grounds, her footsteps light and deliberate, she spotted him—a solitary figure standing by the edge of the training grounds, his posture stiff and unwavering. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, focused on the weapons laid out before him.

"Alone again?" Aiha's voice drifted through the air, smooth and inviting.

Itachi turned, his face betraying no emotion, but she could see the way his eyes softened as they landed on her. He didn't speak, but there was an unspoken invitation in his gaze. Aiha smiled, stepping closer.

"Busy?" she asked, her tone casual, though the intensity of her gaze never left him.

"It's nothing," Itachi replied coolly, his voice steady, but there was a slight hesitation in his words—just enough to tell Aiha that he was already beginning to second-guess his resolve.

Aiha tilted her head, taking in his form as she slowly approached him, her steps purposeful. She was close now, so close that she could almost feel the heat radiating from him. The proximity was calculated, her body language deliberate, every move designed to draw him in.

"You don't have to do this alone, Itachi," Aiha said, her voice low and almost pleading, though there was no real vulnerability behind it—only a facade designed to pull at his heartstrings.

His eyes flickered with something—was it guilt? Loneliness? Aiha couldn't be sure, but she didn't give him time to process. She stepped forward, her hand gently brushing against his arm.

Itachi froze, his muscles tensing under her touch, but Aiha was already prepared for it. She knew his mind was racing, debating whether to pull away or let her in. And that hesitation? It was her opening.

"You're not weak, Itachi," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But you don't have to be strong all the time. You don't have to carry the weight alone."

Aiha's fingers slowly traced the outline of his arm, her touch soft and deliberate. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he fought against the urge to respond. But it was there, in his eyes—the subtle change that told her he was beginning to crack.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she continued, her voice just above a whisper, "You're not alone. Not anymore."

Itachi's gaze flickered to her lips before returning to her eyes, and for a brief moment, Aiha saw the vulnerability he had been hiding for so long. He was close now, too close, and Aiha's heart raced as she realized how easy it was to make him falter.

Before he could pull away, Aiha leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, and Aiha knew that her touch was having the desired effect.

"I can make it better," Aiha whispered softly, her breath warm against his skin. "Let me show you how much better it can be when you let go of the weight you carry."

Itachi's eyes fluttered for just a moment, his breath hitching. He was struggling to maintain his composure, but Aiha could see the internal conflict playing out on his face. She knew it wouldn't be long now.

Her fingers traced the side of his neck, lingering just enough to make his breath catch in his throat. The subtle contact was all it took. Itachi's resolve finally crumbled.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his neck, but his grip was soft, almost reluctant. He wasn't pushing her away. Instead, he was holding on to her as if afraid of losing the connection she had started to build between them.

Aiha took this as her cue. She stepped closer, her body pressing lightly against his, and for the first time, she could feel the heat of his body—his pulse quickening, his breath shallow.

"You don't have to be alone, Itachi," Aiha repeated, her voice steady, but the underlying message was clear. "Let me help you. Let me be the one who takes the weight off your shoulders."

Itachi's gaze remained locked on hers for a long moment, and Aiha could almost hear the internal struggle in his mind. But it didn't last. Slowly, he exhaled, and the tension in his body seemed to fade.

And in that moment, Aiha knew that she had him.

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