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In the heart of the leaf village, a lone Anbu, his identity obscured by a mask, seeks solace in self-pleasure. His hand, gloved in black, wraps around his rigid cock, pumping furiously. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the slick noises of his stroking. His body arches, muscles taut, as he approaches the edge. With a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it unleashes a barrage of thick, creamy cum, painting his chest and hand in a sticky, white canvas of his desire.