Naruto

(I)
According to the report, Jiraiya and Naruto should be able to return to Konoha as early as tomorrow.
Tsunade leaned against the curtains, holding a gourd filled with sake. Her eyes, hazy with intoxication, gazed at the silvery moonlight reflected in the night mirror.

Her white wrists rested on her raised knees. The pool outside reflected her beautiful figure and the starry

sky in a blurry way.
Her blue outer robe was casually tossed onto a chair. She wore a short-sleeved summer top with a very low neckline, revealing a large expanse

of snow-white skin. Her soft, delicate skin, slightly flushed from the alcohol, even her earlobes were tinged with crimson, the color

gradually fading as the cool breeze blew. One arm was wrapped around her chest, supporting her rounded breasts, making them appear even firmer.
Fine sweat soaked her thin shirt, the semi-transparent fabric clinging uncomfortably to her full, sensual body.
The hot, pungent smell of alcohol swirled in her nostrils, and she felt a wave of weariness wash over her. Upon hearing of Naruto's return, Tsunade

spent the entire day in a daze. For Tsunade now, Naruto had inherited

the wishes of her deceased younger brother and boyfriend. He was the most important person who had helped her regain her will to live.
Tsunade knew she couldn't keep Naruto by her side forever. To ensure Naruto's safety, she frequently dispatched

Jonin Kakashi and the Anbu to spy on Jiraiya and Naruto's movements. She even went so far as to impart all her knowledge to Sakura Haruno,

determined to help her become a top-tier ninja.
Even so, Tsunade still keenly sensed the danger lurking in the shadows. If it weren't for her

concern and her sense of responsibility as the granddaughter of the Second Hokage and the current Hokage, the impulsive Tsunade would have already found a way to storm Akatsuki

's headquarters and lead the Anbu in a massacre.
Raising the gourd to her lips, Tsunade let the warm, fragrant liquid slide down her already numb throat. The maternal love awakened upon meeting Naruto, and the inexplicable flutter in her heart as she
watched his brave figure stride forward, intertwined into complex emotions. A female warrior invincible in combat, a decisive and rational Fifth Hokage, yet indecisive when it came to matters of the heart. Shizune, her fair skin exposed to the evening breeze, gazed at the alluring Hokage with flushed cheeks. The two had lived apart for years, sharing a bed, and under the temptation of Tsunade's mature body, vibrant lilies bloomed . Like a butterfly drawn by candlelight, Shizune drifted to Tsunade, burying her burning cheeks in two full, soft mounds, her lips parted in a delicious grape. The heavens' generous blessing upon Tsunade was now mercilessly suffocating Shizune. "Eek... " Tsunade gently grasped her disciple's delicate, sensitive breasts, the woman's unbearable gasps filling the air. She reached into the inner thighs, already glistening with vanilla-scented love juice, as white and smooth as ice cream. Unable to suppress her throbbing, sensual desire, Shizune squeezed Tsunade's hand tightly, gently rubbing and savoring the tantalizing teasing. "Shizune, if you squeeze so tight, I can't summon that." "But... I... " Shizune tilted her head back, her short, neat hair at the back of her head making her look like a boy, blinking innocently. Tsunade lovingly lifted her chin, gently breathing warm air onto her cheek. Soft, slippery red snakes darted between the two equally wet, dark orifices. A thin layer of saliva clung between them, barely visible. Godai removed her honey-soaked fingers and drew circles on Shizune's lips. "Hmph... Ha, I want that, hurry!" "You naughty child." Tsunade's gaze suddenly changed, looking at her with a motherly expression. The Fifth Generation licked her slender fingers, bit her fingertip until it bled, and whispered a few words, causing a pink mist around her. Countless transparent, viscous limbs intertwined and entwined at the bottom of the mist. Shizune trembled all over, unable to suppress the strange emotions mixed with excitement and fear in her heart. "Children, don't make your sister endure for too long." Slug-like pink bumps wriggled on Shizune's body, mixed with potent aphrodisiacs and bodily fluids that relaxed and produced hallucinations, penetrating every inch of her. Soon, Shizune had reached an orgasm, her knees twitching uncontrollably, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. "Come on, it feels even better to be with Mommy!" An exceptionally swollen slug burrowed into Tsunade's vagina, and she smiled contentedly, unconsciously twisting her waist, her round, plump buttocks and breasts instantly creating surging waves. The slug's tentacles reached all the way into her cervix, deep into the source of humanity, its abdomen bulging with a clearly throbbing second heart. Tsunade let out a strange, giggling laugh. She stood up, and the slug's tail, protruding from its vulva, twitched twice , expanding outwards into a large, mushroom-shaped rod. "I want...I want...Mommy's..." Shizune eagerly reached back, caressing the constantly writhing slug penis. Sticky green liquid clung to her fingers, seeping into the skin's surface, flowing along the capillaries, spreading like ink across Shizune's fair skin . "Ah..." Tsunade took a deep breath, then exhaled a satisfied sigh. The huge, plump slug sank into Shizune's tender, moist flowerbed, its rhythmic movements, punctuated by the energetic , echoing between their breaths. Tsunade's initial movements were slow and thorough, each thrust almost pulling Shizune's entire essence out. "Oh...oh...don't stop...Mommy..." Beneath Tsunade's crotch, Shizune humbly begged, her bony buttocks yielding to the violent blows. As if in response to her passion, the slug's soft body swelled and hardened from absorbing the love fluid. "Ugh...it's happening again!" Suddenly, the previously cartilaginous object sprouted needles, pricking Shizune's body, making her numb and nearly faint during her orgasm. "Hehe...release as much as you want, my children." The bright moon hanging in the sky was obscured by a drifting dark cloud. After an unknown amount of time, Tsunade, covered in sweat, put on a blue bathrobe and gestured to the hidden members of the Dark Guard . "Give this packet of powder to Jiraiya; he knows what to do." A confused look fell on the half-empty bottle of medicine on the table. Inside was pink medicinal powder that she had personally ground. Thinking about the powder's uses, Tsunade's deep, still eyes became even more unfathomable.

"Women are the best medicine for men—is that true?"
Another person, also tossing and turning in the dead of night, couldn't sleep.
Sakura Haruno lay on her bed, her hand pressed against her forehead. Having become Tsunade's student, her previously weakest skill—taijutsu—had

become Sakura's forte. Combined with Tsunade's expertise in medicine, Sakura's value in combat was incomparable.
Sakura remembered how Naruto had repeatedly pushed his limits to defeat powerful enemy ninjas. His

unwavering perseverance, ignoring the limits of the human body, and his training alongside Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha. His smile before they parted seemed still

deeply etched in her mind. How much had Naruto grown in the past two years
? The thought of him, covered in injuries from his training, made Sakura's heartstrings tighten involuntarily.
Her guilt towards Naruto grew stronger each day, even surpassing her worry for the missing Sasuke.

Unaware of the subtle shift in her feelings, Sakura, while surprised, increasingly anticipated the day she would reunite with Naruto

. She had been preparing medicine when the Anbu informed Tsunade. Thus, she learned of Naruto's return to the village

.
Thinking of this, Sakura's heart suddenly raced. Her cheeks burned.
She pressed one hand to her soft chest, while the other, as if guided by instinct, moved towards her private parts

. Sakura's pretty face flushed red. Tsunade's hands, honed through rigorous medical and physical training, were not only dexterous but also

incredibly sensitive, professionally and swiftly igniting Sakura's desire.
"No…
" Oblivious to the seductive whispers escaping from Sakura's lips, only when her pink hair brushed against her arm did she

realize the arousal stirring within her body. A girl's adolescence is always accompanied by various fantasies, but while infatuated with Sasuke

, Sakura knew she had never had such lewd thoughts before. However, for some reason, over the past three years, a desire to have sex with a man had been ignited

within , and the object of that desire was…
??? "Naruto, no, you can't…"
??? Sakura knew that these shameful thoughts were related to the drugs Tsunade had given her. Even though

she had acquired countless valuable medical knowledge under the personal supervision of the Fifth Hokage, Sakura knew nothing about the pink powder that the Fifth Hokage had specifically instructed her to take regularly

. On one hand, the Fifth Hokage kept the powder's ingredients and manufacturing method a complete secret,

and never explained its actual use to her, only that it was related to increasing stamina.
??? Over the past three years, her breasts had gradually grown, now reaching a size that her small hands could not grasp. While surprised by her

rapid physical development, Sakura always shyly hid her fullness with her clothes, fearing that others would discover it.

At this moment, her fingers had slipped inside her shirt, shamelessly nibbling at her pink nipples with her index finger and thumb.
Her sparsely pubic hair was covered in semen, and the girl, afraid to violate it with her fingers, could only lightly trace it around her flushed

lips to quench her thirst. But the uncontrollable heat always tempted her in the dead of night, probing her moral boundaries.

Sakura sighed softly, trembling. The darkness that had accumulated in her heart for years was on the verge of overturning.
A dark shadow landed lightly on a branch outside the window. The newcomer threw a small stone onto the windowsill, making a dull

thud. Sakura, on high alert, clenched her fists and darted out of the window like lightning. Before the other party could react, a

fierce straight punch landed.
The steel-like force of the punch instantly shattered the surrounding branches, and the newcomer's figure seemed to disappear into the night, vanishing from

Sakura's sight.
Falling leaves scattered, Sakura's fists clenched to her chest. Suddenly grabbing a tree trunk, she inverted herself in mid-air, her

long twisting and sweeping backward at a tricky angle.
A series of satisfying kicks landed on her opponent.
But Sakura felt no impact on her feet.
Suddenly, a hand unexpectedly appeared beside her, a friendly touch on her shoulder.
"Long time no see, Sakura!"
A bright, sunny smile appeared before her. The person who made her heart flutter

emerged , his usually tousled hair now damp with sweat, hanging low over his forehead. His

eyes, which had never lost their luster even in the face of desperate danger, still shone with a deep blue light.
Sakura, almost speechless, finally spoke after a long pause.
"Weren't you arriving tomorrow?"
"I missed you, so I came back to see you first,"
Naruto said directly. He managed to break through the dense intelligence network of the Anbu, evade the pursuit of Jonin, and infiltrate the village,

then stand here casually chatting with her. Sakura couldn't help but think that Naruto, like her, must

have endured arduous training without sleep for their promise.
"Why are you sweating so much?"
Sakura asked, her slender hand brushing Naruto's damp hair. The intimate gesture went unnoticed even by herself.
"I accidentally fell into the pond on the way here,"
Naruto replied with his usual silly grin, but a hint of weariness betrayed his deep brow. Perhaps before he came here,

Jiraiya was still teaching ninjutsu, or perhaps, like the Fifth Hokage, relentlessly bombarding his students' bodies with fists and kicks.

Yet he still dragged his weary body here.
She tenderly touched his body, hoping to alleviate Naruto's suffering with her learned medical skills. The distance between them

unconsciously closed again. Warm white light flowed from Sakura's fingertips, bathing Naruto's strong muscles

. Even through his clothes, the keen hands of a medical ninja could still feel the solid

muscles brimming with immense chakra.
"You've become gentler!"
Naruto said with a smile, and Sakura blushed instantly. Just as she hesitated whether to reward Naruto with a good beating as usual

, she was already pulled into his arms. Sakura looked up, bewildered by Naruto's sudden enthusiasm,

forgetting all restraint. She was simply immersed in the inexplicable feeling of being in a man's embrace.
"Sakura, I...
" She saw Naruto's momentary inability to control his impulse and his awkwardness, and a sweet feeling rose in her heart.
"Don't speak."
Sakura's flesh-colored lips, pink hair, and rosy cheeks—a feast of a woman's body was

right before her eyes . Naruto couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her, a careful, pure kiss.

His monstrous strength, enough to rival iron sand, vanished in that instant. Sakura, drained of her strength, weakly allowed Naruto to embrace and kiss her tightly,

without any intention of stopping him.
A fleeting cloud overhead left a faint afterimage on their two hearts, seemingly without a seam. A green

leaf, drifting in the night sky, veiled their overlapping lips beneath the moon's light.
Naruto slept soundly, like a boy still innocent. His disheveled blond hair lay on the cherry-pink sheets;

his coat was off, and his sweat-soaked white shirt, washed and hung on the balcony by Sakura, was visible. Like

the wife of a dutiful warrior, Sakura gently wiped Naruto's wounded body with a warm, damp towel.
"So affectionate before the sun even rises," she said
. Sakura turned around in surprise, finding her childhood friend, Yamanaka Ino, standing in the doorway,

watching her and Naruto with an ambiguous gaze. Like a boiled shrimp, Sakura's face flushed crimson, her usually quick-witted tongue suddenly

losing its usual sharpness, and she stammered awkwardly in response.
"Haven't seen this kid in ages, you two have progressed this far?"
"It's not what you think!"
"Oh... judging from your expression, you've at least kissed, haven't you!"
Ino said confidently. Afraid
her expression would give her away, Sakura simply acted spoiled and turned her head away.
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Nara asked me to gather people."
"A new mission?"
"I don't know, it seems the Anbu got some incredible information, they've

been going in and out . Sigh, I've been reduced to being a messenger."
Ino sighed with a wronged expression, secretly glancing at Sakura who had turned back.
"Happy women really do have a different kind of charm."
Mischievously pinching Sakura's nose, Ino dashed away from the Haruno house.
Sakura made a face at Ino's retreating figure, then quickly stopped playing around, remembering Ino's

clever infiltration of her room earlier, and secretly reassessed Ino's abilities in her mind. Perhaps because of her personality—disliking pointless waste of

energy—she rarely saw Ino display her physical skills, but Sakura was quite aware of Ino's

pride in not falling behind. The precocious Ino had always been working tirelessly to improve herself; the two were best

friends , and also rivals.
They had even been rivals in love, but now, for some reason, Sakura felt

there was a subtle affection between Ino and Nara. But it could also just be a relationship of trust between companions.
Thinking of this, Sakura's thoughts drifted to Naruto and the missing Sasuke.
She gently stroked Naruto's hair.
"You must stay by my side."
Sakura was answered by a steady heartbeat and breathing, giving her an inexplicable sense of peace. Staying by his

side for the rest of her life wouldn't be bad, the thought suddenly popped into Sakura's mind.
(II)
Glistening dewdrops, dampening the hazy mist, gradually

dripped from the tips of the overburdened green leaves. A soft patter echoed across the quiet plaza. Beneath the morning fog, only a few blurry figures appeared,

but in reality, a considerable number of villagers had gathered.
This was the famous ninja village—Konoha.
Besides the Jonin and Chunin who had been waiting there since early morning, the others gradually arrived. The Fifth Hokage,

surrounded by Anbu, quickly arrived at the center of the plaza. Two medical ninjas and a somber-looking Shizune followed closely

behind the expressionless Tsunade, carrying a coffin.
"Dismissed," the Fifth Hokage commanded the Anbu beside him in a deep voice.
The ninjas wearing strange masks who had been surrounding the Hokage vanished without a trace. At Tsunade's instruction, Shizune

removed the coffin lid, and the sharp-eyed villagers began to whisper amongst themselves.
It was an elderly man, his wrinkled, withered face devoid of its usual vitality. He

wore spotless, pristine white mourning clothes. While the younger villagers weren't familiar with him, the elders who

had lived through the wars immediately recognized him—the legendary Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha.
"I'm sure you all know who he is, so I'll get straight to the point."
The Fifth Hokage stepped forward, hands on her hips, letting the cold wind flutter her blue robes.
"Jiraiya was found dead at the foot of a hill outside the village late last night." She sighed softly. "

Unfortunately, now is not the time to mourn the deceased. We must apprehend the suspect as quickly as possible: Konoha ninja Uzumaki Naruto." The
Jonin standing closest to Tsunade knelt on one knee to acknowledge the order, each heading to their designated locations to

meet with their comrades, wasting no time in their mission. With the Fifth Hokage's permission, several elders approached the coffin

to pay their final respects to their hero. Then, at the Fifth Hokage's nod, Shizune, along with two medical

ninjas , moved the coffin back indoors.
"Jiraiya-sama...dead?"
Many people couldn't accept the news immediately, and after Jiraiya's body was moved, the

shock was even more unbearable. After all, even those younger generations who had never witnessed the legendary Sannin had heard of

the Toad Sage's undefeated legend.
After issuing Naruto's arrest warrant, the Fifth Hokage began giving orders. The ninja suppressed their grief and inner conflict,

faithfully carrying out the Hokage's instructions. Sakura stood frozen, her face deathly pale. If Ino hadn't been there

to support her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.
"Something must have gone wrong...Naruto..."
Sakura murmured to herself, covering her face with her hands, her pupils shrinking as she looked through trembling fingers towards her home.

As if in response to Sakura's worries, a towering flame, accompanied by a deafening explosion, erupted, a terrifying

inferno shooting straight into the sky.
Outside Konoha Village, a man lying on the grass before dawn, eyes half-closed, was chewing on a blade of grass. Several dark figures could be

vaguely seen flitting past in the direction of Sand Village. He shifted his right arm, and

the woman who had been resting on it opened her sleepy eyes.
Her face wore a bewildered expression, strands of golden hair mingling with her sweat, clinging to her cheeks

and pale neck. She crossed her arms, tugging at the hem of her garment, and pulled away her last piece of clothing.

Exposed to nature was a combination of a female warrior's physique and the most primal allure of womanhood.
She held her beloved man's hand, caressing the smooth, fleshy lower edge of her breasts. Her shapely legs, without an ounce of excess fat,

pressed tightly against his thighs. She wiped her damp inner thighs repeatedly, but they remained stubbornly moist.
The woman showed no desire to stop, and the man, too lazy to interrupt, soon revealed themselves naked to each other.
Shikamaru, who usually disliked showing weakness, couldn't help but murmur her

name . His erection quickly became engorged, swelling and filling Temari's cheeks, which flushed a light pink.

The mature woman, as radiant as if adorned with makeup, raised her eyes, seductively gazing into his dark, bright eyes,

as if she could glimpse the voice of his heart—her cool, dewy hands grasped his erection.
"Tsk tsk..."
Her slightly rough, pinkish-white flesh skillfully circled his penis, causing him to

moan even more shamelessly. Temari rocked back and forth, pushing the hard object that had been inserted into her cavity deeper, her hands

massaging the man who had been left outside her silky, delicate breasts.
His usually sharp and calculating mind was now useless; he gradually felt a clarity approaching. Hot, white semen

gushed into Temari's throat, a few tears welling in her eyes, her misty pupils

seeming , yet she still pursed her lips and carefully swallowed,

wiping away the few white bubbles that overflowed from the corners of her mouth with her tired tongue, until the aroused woman could no longer bear the emptiness in her lower body.
Shikamaru remembered their first night together, the stubborn refusal to make a sound when he entered her,

and the scratches and teeth marks on her back from secretly biting him.
"Ugh... hurry, please."
No matter how docile and charming she appeared, this woman was like a wildcat, her attitude fickle. The only

certainty was that she was insatiably thirsty at heart. Whether begging, pleading, or being forced or raped, if she wanted it,

there was no pants she couldn't pull down.
He entered without warning, and Temari unabashedly expressed her overflowing

excitement . Growing up with barbaric men who only knew how to fight, Temari had never learned any ladylike manners

and disdained feminine grace. When she was in the throes of sex, she never hesitated

to express her love with vulgar words and exaggerated movements.
That perfectly rounded body, a combination of strength and beauty, was pierced by a sword, deeply penetrating.
The violent spasms and collisions of the penis and vagina seemed endless, with an inexhaustible flow of love fluid. Shikamaru

thrust with pleasure, causing white snowflakes of lust to occasionally gush from their tightly joined lower bodies. Overwhelmed with energy, Temari

turned around and straddled Shikamaru's abdomen, venting her pent-up desire wildly.
Her blonde hair was dazzling, like the flowing mane of a wild horse galloping freely.
"Quiet down for a moment, little wildcat."
Shikamaru's words were like a knight's reins, or a pet's collar, instantly restraining the out-of-control Temari.

Three years ago, she always wore Sand's headband around her neck. Although her habits had changed, and her clothing leaned towards a more mature and practical

style, she would still wear the collar when alone with Shikamaru, adding to their fun.
Temari gradually calmed down, like a sprinter suddenly realizing she was exhausted after a long run, and could only

lean against Shikamaru, panting.
Shikamaru hugged her tightly, moving the exhausted Temari beneath him. His large hand roughly ruffled her hair, and

Temari squinted as if afraid a strand of hair would get into her eyes, shrinking her neck.
"What a wildcat with frivolous hair."
Though his tone was somewhat complaining, he continued tenderly with his beloved woman, caressing all her

erogenous zones and licking those sensitive spots yearning for intimate touch. Compared to the earlier frenzy, Temari, passively and gracefully

receiving the man's baptism, understood the happiness of being a woman—especially a woman loved by a man.
The uninterrupted orgasms continued to assault her, rushing through her bones and into her soul. She quickly lost herself

in a directionless paradise, adrift on a turbulent sea, holding her strong sailors, her towering

lighthouse, and her most alluring rudder hostage.
Temari, who usually exuded an air of authority in her subordinates, now nestled in Shikamaru's

arms like a kitten. She rubbed against him, pressing her hands against his chest to prop herself up, her hazy eyes gazing at

the Sand Village ninja rushing to aid the allied nations.
"What a nuisance. Why am I wasting my time with this boring woman?"
Shikamaru frowned, looking up at the female ninja who was mimicking his tone.
"Don't even think about that, or I'll castrate you right now."
Temari suddenly picked up a kunai and held it to Shikamaru's throat, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Ugh...okay...okay...I surrender."
"Temari, let's elope to the north together," Shikamaru said seriously.
"Trying to slack off again?" Her kunai lightly grazed Shikamaru's face.
Reluctantly, Shikamaru sat up straight, lightly kissing her wrist holding the kunai. Temari

slid down, kneeling on his abs with her legs spread. She gathered her hair, tying up her hairstyle that reflected her

fiery personality, and then tied Shikamaru's ponytail.
"That old hag, the Fifth Hokage, is giving me more and more errands."
"Yes...yes...she nags like a woman."
While Shikamaru was grumbling, Kankuro and his team had already arrived at the meeting point. Kankuro

's lips twitched slightly as he saw Temari and Shikamaru's intimate behavior, and the crows behind him

made strange noises as their masters trembled.
"What's your problem now?" Temari turned and glared at him.
"N-nothing." "
Where's Gaara?" Shikamaru interjected.
"The Kazekage-sama is temporarily unavailable," a Sand Village ninja replied.
"Alright, let's get to work!"
Temari lifted her incredibly heavy giant fan and leaped onto a treetop.
The Konoha ninja, completely unaware of the Sand Village's actions, followed the Hokage to the Haruno residence. Evil flames,

like burned fiercely. When Sakura arrived at the scene with Ino's help, the Anbu were already

engaged in a battle with Naruto, who had transformed into the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Engulfed in flames, Naruto roared as he dodged the barrage of darts raining down from the Anbu. His hands, transformed into sharp claws,

left five deep scratches in the street with a single swing. Skipping hand seals, Naruto unleashed the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique,

sending thousands of shadow clones wreaking havoc through the streets of Konoha. Fortunately, the Hokage had already evacuated the residents, preventing anyone from

perishing in the Nine-Tails' rage.
The appearance of the Nine-Tails terrified many of the older generation of ninja. Sensing the overwhelming chakra sweeping towards them, none of the Konoha

ninja could remain calm and assess the situation.

The Fifth Hokage, seemingly having foreseen this turn of events, ordered the Anbu to hold the front lines to minimize casualties, but many shadow clones still managed to escape their encirclement

.
Villagers who couldn't escape watched helplessly as the ever-increasing number of Naruto's clones swarmed towards them,

panicking and unsure how to retaliate. A pink figure leaped rapidly into the air behind them, nimbly

unfurling a scroll to summon ninja tools. In an instant, a barrage of hidden weapons flooded the crowd's vision, like a ferocious

dragon sweeping across the attacking shadow clones, angrily shattering the fiery demonic power.
Kunai whistled past the heads of the group, tearing through the air and striking the clones' vital points.
"Tenten, step back."
The female ninja, dressed in a cheongsam and a short-sleeved top, twisted in mid-air and disappeared into the buildings behind her.

Before the villagers could react, wave after wave of palm winds had already transported them

into the barrier protected by the Anbu. Hyuga Neji, who had somehow appeared in the center of the group, his robes fluttering in the wind, his Byakugan, activated to its fullest extent,

clearly monitored the movements of the remaining shadow clones.
"Eight Trigrams... Sixty-Four Palms!"
The shadow clone that had emerged from the ground failed in its sneak attack and was instantly met with Neji's merciless blows. Neji, with

fluid and precise movements, dismantled the immobilized shadow clones. His footwork precise and skillful,

he moved among the enemies who had strayed into the danger zone.
Neji grabbed one shadow clone's right shoulder, then, with a backhand, his body moved like the wind,

spinning . With speed exceeding human limits and pressure point techniques barely perceptible to the naked eye, he

easily shattered the shadow clones surging in from all directions. White chakra mingled with ruthless lightning, and Neji, like a hurricane,

personally forced back all the fleeing shadow clones.
Sensing the intense fighting, the Nine-Tailed Fox roared in fury, its suddenly increased number of shadow clones breaking through the Anbu

's encirclement and rushing into the Bagua area.
"...Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!"
The Nine-Tailed Fox, trapped within the Anbu's barrier, struggled frantically.

Watching , Sakura forgot her position and rushed straight into the barrier.

Ino, whose taijutsu was usually far inferior to Sakura's, grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
"Naruto isn't himself anymore, don't be impulsive!"
Sakura turned sharply to look at Tsunade, the instructor who commanded the ninja in the center of the Anbu, hoping she could use

a miraculous technique to reseal the Nine-Tails, but only received a helpless shake of the Fifth Hokage and a sigh.
"Although the Nine-Tails hasn't fully awakened, the seal can't be repaired anymore. Its resurrection and Naruto's

physical collapse are only a matter of time."
"How could this be..." Sakura clenched her fists in despair, her bitten lower lip bleeding.
While they were arguing about what to do with Naruto, the fox spirit crossed her arms in front of her chest, suddenly squatted down, and

rapidly pulled her hands behind her back, simultaneously condensing a giant Rasengan in her palms, which were filled with abundant chakra. Then, her

entire body shot forward violently. The doubled Rasengan easily broke through the Anbu's barrier. The Nine-Tails, now free, unleashed

vortexes from both sides, charging forward without looking back, destroying houses in its path.
In no time, the Nine-Tails had vanished. The composed Fifth Hokage did not order the Anbu to continue the pursuit,

but instead ordered them to remain and reinforce Konoha's defenses. Shocked villagers stood or knelt in the

ruins of their village, still reeling from a nightmare.
"I didn't expect his body to retain the memories of ninjutsu. I hope they can handle it,"
Tsunade whispered inaudibly.
Two people not far north of Konoha witnessed the Nine-Tails' passage and immediately signaled for

their other companions. Shino Aburame, whose face was unreadable, sent swarms of parasitic insects around him before

chasing after the Nine-Tails. His companion, Kiba Inuzuka, mounted the ninja dog Akamaru with an eager expression, following

closely behind a swarm of parasitic insects without a care.
"Kiba, don't forget our mission."
"Got it! Got it!"
Akamaru sped away at a speed comparable to the Nine-Tailed Fox, disappearing from Shino's

sight . The ninjas who were supposed to be guarding the four corners of Konoha

were gathering at Shino's location with lightning speed.
(III)
In the lush green forest, there sat a strange boulder covered in moss. Birds and beasts, sensing danger,

scattered , and a whispered murmur arose from the otherwise silent place.
"Lee, just hold on a little longer, it'll be our turn!"
"Yes, sir, Guy!"
Two ninjas in green bodysuits, hidden inside the boulder, were in a strange position, overlapping each

other . Their sweat dripped down their thick, identical eyebrows, droplets like boiling water. The seemingly impenetrable

rock formation, upon closer inspection, revealed two narrow slits, enough to observe their surroundings.
The stench of men's sweat and blood filled the cramped space.
A patch of grass not far from them swayed unnaturally, and the master and apprentice, who had been lying in ambush

, leaped out of their hiding place. Kai, running ahead, charged towards the spot with rocket-like speed. Li, close behind

, stepped onto Kai's back just before reaching their destination, flipping over the grass and leaping with lightning speed, his legs flashing like blades as he

swept afterimages towards his opponent.
A gust of wind blew stones straight down from a tree, deflecting Li's kick. At the same time, a black-clad mechanical puppet

appeared out of nowhere in front of Kai, managing to block a series of fierce blows, narrowly escaping being shattered.

The puppeteer behind him secretly congratulated himself on his quick reflexes.
"What are you guys doing?"
Shikamaru, hands in his pockets, appeared with a frown and a group of Sand Ninja.
"Oh! It's the Nara clan..."
"The Nine-Tails is coming, get ready." Shikamaru interrupted him impatiently.
"Apart from Guy-sensei, all the other Jonin are busy, at least don't hold us back."
Shikamaru was about to say something more to scold Guy, but the Nine-Tails, wielding nine fiery tails, appeared before them with

lightning speed. Several Sand Ninja, unable to react, were instantly

burned by the fierce fiery claws, rolling onto the nearby grass and howling in pain.
Lee, unharmed, jumped aside, briefly made a starting stance, and vanished instantly.

Guy, even faster than Lee, stood boldly in front of the Nine-Tails, using his invisible movements to block most of the flying demonic

flames. Guy raised his right leg and jumped down dozens of times, causing the ground to shake violently. He shifted to the side,

his right hand grabbing a handful of pebbles that had
been flung into the air, and hurled them at the Nine-Tails. The pebbles exploded into the raging flames, creating ripples on the Nine-Tails' surface.
Lee, leaping forward, didn't miss the opportunity, his fists and kicks slamming

into the gaps torn by the pebbles. Guy used his Jonin-level movement technique, rapidly creating a massive sandstorm centered on the Nine-Tails,

Lee weaving through the storm, becoming dozens of afterimages, attacking and defending to disrupt the Nine-Tails.
The fiercely burning flames engulfed Naruto's body. Although it hadn't yet returned to its original massive form,

the Nine-Tails ' appearance was nearing its complete form. A powerful, rounded chakra swirled around its body, finally

bursting through the storm from the inside out with a speed even more intense than Guy's.
The Nine-Tails' eyes narrowed, recognizing its enemy, and it opened its blood-red maw to bite down on Lee's right leg. Li executed a backflip,

landing first on his right hand. Using that as a pivot, his split thigh traced a circle in the air, delivering two consecutive kicks to the fox demon's slender

mouth. He shifted his weight to his left hand, changing angle, and clamped his legs around the fox demon's neck. He then tumbled rapidly in

the air .
"Watch out!" Kai shouted. Just
as Li was about to throw the fox demon to the ground at the last moment, it suddenly shattered into hundreds of brilliant sparks, and

fox demons, each as tall as a man, leaped out from the fleeting light, surrounding Li. In an instant, countless claw attacks pressed towards Li,

leaving dozens of gruesome wounds.
"Hah..."
As Li coughed up blood, Kai, anxious for his disciple, swung his iron fist and blasted the closest clone to Li. In

his rage, Kai's power was completely uncontrolled, and his rampage momentarily suppressed all the fox demons' attacks.
"Don't surrender halfway through!"
Temari said seriously, one hand on her hip, poking Shikamaru's nose. She seized the opportunity, summoning a Kamaitachi

that instantly felled a large swath of forest. The hurricane whipped up by her fan scattered the remaining trees

and flowers, creating chaos that allowed Guy and Lee to retreat.
"I know without you saying it."
Shikamaru spat, forming hand seals. Dark shadows, under the command of the Nara clan's Shadow Technique successor,

reached forward and trapped seven or eight fox clones. Behind him, the Sand Shinobi seized the opportunity to unleash their ninjutsu

attacks on the immobilized targets. The Sand Shinobi carefully maneuvered among the silver threads laid out by Kankuro, their mechanical

crows cleverly using various hidden weapons to cover their comrades' movements.
A dog barked—approaching from afar—as a giant gray-white dog, its tongue lolling out, leaped onto the battlefield.
"Looks like I finally made it!"
Kiba Inuzuka stretched his limbs, his sharp canines bared in a cold smile. Akamaru slowed

his pace slightly, and Kiba slid down, landing on the ground in a charging stance. The perfectly synchronized man and dog

shouted excitedly in unison, without a word, charging directly into the flames, creating a raging storm.
Thanks to the Sand Ninja and Kiba's arrival, the seemingly perilous battle suddenly took a turn for the better.
"Sakura, don't push yourself."
Ino followed behind her friend, her face filled with worry.
"Even if he transforms into the Nine-Tails, he'll definitely come back. He made a promise with me."
The innocent, cheerful face from three years ago resurfaced in her mind. Whether it was overconfidence or

optimism, when that person made the promise, one couldn't sense the hardship behind it or the thorns of the future. He seemed to know

the magic of instilling trust.
Sakura bit her lower lip, trying hard to hold back her emotions and tears.
"Watch out!"
Ino suddenly shouted, shoving Sakura aside. A fireball hurtled towards where they had just landed. The crackling

fire that had been burning the branches and leaves slowly returned to normal after the attack, revealing a three-tailed fox demon about half their height, its round

eyes . It circled twice, baring its fangs and claws, then leaped onto a treetop and attacked Sakura again.
Ino was about to rush to her aid when Sakura gave her a no-brainer. Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes,

Sakura, thanks to the training Godai had given her, naturally adjusted her body into a fighting stance. As soon as the fox demon

got close bent forward and delivered a determined right punch to the fox demon's face.
"If he dares to break his promise, I'll personally beat him awake!"
The force of the punch swept away only charred gray debris. Sakura's fiery fists relentlessly

struck the little fox demon who couldn't dodge, one blow after another. Even a stray punch that grazed the fox's fur created a huge

crater in the ground. Ino gasped in astonishment.
"Are you going to meet up with Shikamaru?"
A gigantic hand swung down from mid-air, scattering the remaining flames of the fox demon. The owner of the giant hand,

Akimichi Nagaharu, the inheritor of the Multi-Size Technique, frowned, forcing open his thick eyelids to reveal two piercing black

eyes . He seemed to have no intention of letting his guard down, cautiously surveying his surroundings as he advanced towards Ino.
"Do you need any help here?"
"Oh, no, just tell Shikamaru... I want double the roast meat after it's done!"
"Sigh... I know." Ino shook her head and waved her hand, looking helpless.
"But what he said was quite accurate. It seems we've intercepted all the Nine-Tails' clones."
"Where is the battlefield with the main body?"
Changzhi glanced westward, a rare sharp glint in his eyes.
"I'll go help him right after I take care of these guys. Until then, I'm counting on you!"
"Understood!
" After Ino and Sakura left, Tsunade, who had been hiding somewhere, walked up to Nagaharu. The captains of the Anbu

were gathered around her, awaiting orders, one of them constantly whispering the latest intelligence to the Hokage. Although

it appeared that most of the Anbu were engaged in protecting Konoha, a considerable number of

elites were still missing.
As for the true extent of the Anbu's influence and the number of members infiltrated in various countries and races, even

the current Hokage couldn't see the full picture.
"Sakura is my trump card; I don't want to reveal her unless absolutely necessary. Understand?"
Nagaharu nodded.
"I'll send a team of ANBU to help you deal with the remaining clones. This is a crucial time for intelligence warfare,

so we're short-handed. You all need to work harder. Akimichi Nagaharu, pass this message down to the other Chunin

."
"Yes, sir." With that, Nagaharu, whose agility had increased considerably, moved eastward with several ANBU.
"Alright...alright...how's the Shadow Warrior matter going?"
"Jonin Kurenai Yuhi is in your reception room," replied an ANBU captain wearing a bizarre mask with a totem-like design.
"Have her and Shizune come to my bedroom. I have something to discuss privately."
Tsunade gave a wicked smile, then her expression turned serious again.
"The follow-up work on the Demon Fox mission is your responsibility. Don't fail."
"Yes, sir.
" The captains obeyed, instantly using Earth Release to reach other locations.
Tsunade, who had been fighting outside the village just a minute ago, was now back in the Hokage's bedroom. The room was dimly lit. Having received prior

orders, Shizune had drawn the curtains as Tsunade had instructed. Not only that, but the ninjas who usually

waited and relayed reports scattered, leaving the area deserted.
Even the ANBU guards stationed throughout the village strictly forbade anyone from approaching the Hokage's residence for secrecy.
As Tsunade, draped in a blue veil, stepped into her room, a layer of reddish-purple barrier immediately enveloped the entire Hokage

's residence, and a sinister gray mist drifted within. In the hazy shadows, two

female ninjas, completely clad in tight black clothing, knelt solemnly before the Fifth Hokage.
Tsunade moved her right palm to Kurenai's head, a pale blue flame coalescing in her hand.
"Our time is running out,"
she murmured, her expressionless face appearing eerily unsettling in the blue light.
Kurenai, once an elite Jonin, now knelt helplessly on the ground. She gazed at Tsunade with fascination

, the erect nipples beneath the black bodysuit leaving clear marks. The specially made plastic material clung tightly to

her skin, perfectly displaying every beautiful line of her muscles, even the shape of her genitals.
"So...so hot...Hokage-sama,"
Kurenai murmured in her sleep, tormented by the blue flames.
Gradually, the plastic bodysuit melted, but remained thick and firmly attached to Kurenai's body, accumulating in

her cleavage and pink cleft. Kurenai, struggling to breathe, was steaming, the scalding liquid flowing,

causing her to gasp incessantly.
"Hot...it's burning me to death..."
At Tsunade's signal, Shizune quietly appeared behind Kurenai, unexpectedly pressing her own exquisite breasts, also covered in black plastic,

against her back, her hands reaching around to her chest to grasp the heavy burden of her restraints.

The black clothes on Shizune's body warmed up, the temperature rising until their chests and backs seemed to be pressed together. The viscous

black liquid slowly peeled away, revealing the white, pinkish-white flesh beneath.
Shizune's hands forcefully kneaded and twisted Hong's nipples, occasionally massaging her heavy breasts vigorously,

the white milk mixed with the black liquid welling up between her fingers. Hong, slumped on the pool of black and white sludge, tilted her head, allowing

Shizune 's lips to droop down—a pinkish, viscous

substance mixed with some unknown medicine.
Although Hong desperately swallowed Shizune's saliva, some residue still dripped onto her face, caught

between her long, black eyelashes. The pain of the hot water flowing into her eyes forced tears, and the slightly salty mixture continued to

crawl across her face like living snakes, causing waves of itching.
"Waaah... I can't take it anymore."
With snot and tears streaming down her face, Hong finally choked out.
"You're a teacher, yet you're crying like a little girl. It's shameful."
Shizune, showing no appreciation, opened her mouth wide, letting more and more pink saliva flow out. The sticky fluid first

gathered into beads at her lips, then stretched and slowly climbed down a straight, translucent thread. Hong felt waves of nausea

after drinking a certain amount, but she became addicted to

the pleasure .
Seeing this, Shizune lowered her head, brought her red lips close, and the two women kissed passionately,
their pink tongues swirling. Not only saliva, but pink spots appeared on their sweat-drenched bodies, the

butterfly- tattoos faintly glowing under the black glue. Like sitting on a seesaw, they rose and fell, vying

to peck at each other's sweet juices.
The raging flames above had vanished with a gentle breeze, the rising smoke

merging into the misty darkness. Naked women, entwined, greedily licked each other, their bodies

glowing faintly in the cold, dark space, like precious bronze statues on display in a museum, or

exotic animals kept in a zoo, swaying seductively, attracting the attention and laughter of passersby.
"Children, perform well, the guests are coming."
A hand suddenly reached out from above the two women, stroking their beautiful hair. The owner of the hand

was hidden in the shadows, heard but not seen. Pairs of glowing blue eyes opened one by one, blinking intently

at the beautiful feast before them.
"Treat them well."
Tsunade's voice, sometimes near, sometimes far, rang out again. The dust motes trembled in the air, and instantly dozens of translucent crystalline solids from

all directions were flung onto Silent and Red's bodies, their smooth skin instantly covered in a thick, moss-like substance.

The fiery stripes...
A ghostly figure appeared before them, its face devoid of eyes, ears, and nose, but instead adorned with countless

eyes that blinked silently. It opened a mouth the size of seven or eight-tenths of a face, a chilling smile playing on its

lips. Dozens of swift whips suddenly tore through the remaining latex suits of the two women, leaving only the patterns branded onto their skin. Their fully exposed, plump buttocks and breasts

trembled, splashing water droplets everywhere. The two pairs of bewildered pupils, their focus lost, turned in unison to it—the woman

connected .
"Fifth Generation Lady..."
they cried out in unison, revealing the newcomer's identity. Tsunade wore her usual loose kimono, but countless

magnificent stems, splitting from the ghostly figure's genitals, writhed all over her body, making her incredibly alluring. Her once flat abdomen

now resembled that of a pregnant woman, and her two full breasts had swelled considerably, her erect nipples dripping

milk . Smelling the milky scent, the two crawled on all fours towards Tsunade, vying for attention.
The faceless demon, like the intertwined roots of an old tree, bound Kurenai tightly.

Shizune cried out in pain as her nipple was pulled from Kurenai's back, while her mons pubis dripped incessantly. Kurenai faced Tsunade,

desperately sucking on the nipple, while several shafts repeatedly penetrated her from behind. The tight folds of flesh within her vagina resisted, becoming increasingly

active, and the deeper they penetrated her cervix, the more painfully she writhed.
The demon rammed into Shizune's narrow passage, causing her to cry out in pain. The demon's toothless mouth seemed intent on biting,

as if trying to crush Shizune's internal organs, devouring every drop of chakra.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
"I don't want it anymore, Fifth Hokage..."
Tsunade ignored the cries, stroking her belly and smiling contentedly.
"Eek..."
Finally, a sweet moan escaped the Fifth Hokage's throat, accompanied by his wanton and lewd smile, making one feel uncomfortable.
A powerful stream of milk sprayed into Kurenai's mouth, and the hot, sweet milk

caused . A gelatinous liquid, like human skin, was spat out of her mouth, thick and evenly spreading over her

entire body, and even accumulating and bulging in certain areas.
"Baby, you have to eat your fill, I still need to use you to feed him."
(IV)
"Ino, if I hadn't made Naruto swear to find Sasuke, he would still be alive and well now. It's

all my fault."
Sakura covered her eyes and sobbed.
"No, you're overthinking it."
Ino comforted her, supporting her shoulder and leaning against her cheek. At the same time, the image of the two of them arriving at

the final . All the Konoha ninja were busy dealing with the fleeing demon fox clones when

, unexpectedly, the Nine-Tails turned back, attacking the village and breaking through the remaining Anbu. It then stormed into the Fifth Hokage's

residence, annihilating the remaining small squad of Anbu.
The attacked Fifth Hokage was forced to fight alone, but still, worthy of the Hokage's power,

he fought a standstill. At the time, the nearby villagers only dared to watch from afar; none of them had the courage to join that

hellish battlefield, so no one knew the details.
When Sakura and Ino reunited with Shikamaru and the others, they learned of the Nine-Tails' whereabouts through a tip-off from the Anbu.

The group quickly split into two: one led by Shikamaru to continue fighting the remaining demon fox clones, and the other to

rush back to the village to support the Hokage.
Unfortunately, when they finally reached the Hokage's side, she had already collapsed, weak and unconscious.

Not far from her lay a charred corpse. From the body's shape and the barely

discernible .
Sakura, sobbing uncontrollably, suppressed her grief and stabilized Tsunade's condition, but the Fifth Hokage

's depleted chakra was unlikely to recover quickly, and even a full recovery was uncertain.
"Sakura, don't be sad,"
Ino gently patted her friend's back, speaking softly. The two were close together; Ino could feel Sakura's soft body

trembling slightly with each sob, warm tears soaking her clothes, her breath and the girl's fragrance like the warm, moist mist

above . She finally couldn't resist gently biting Sakura's jade-like earlobe, then saw Sakura

slowly turn her head, looking at her with bewildered eyes.
In the clear, slightly damp eyes of her childhood friend, Ino's face gradually flushed.

Ino, who always appeared mature and considerate, like an older sister, even had an expression of difficulty speaking.
"Sakura, there's something I've never told you..."
Sakura felt a sudden, blankness in her mind. Ino was kissing her crimson lips, one hand reaching

under the girl's delicate body, removing her purple ninja uniform. The bandages wrapped around her knees and down to her thighs loosened,

revealing her alabaster white flesh in the dim light of the room.
"Whenever I think of you, my whole body gets hot, especially..."
Ino lifted Sakura's right hand and placed it on her own private parts, covered with a small tuft of soft goose feathers. Her other hand kneaded her full

, raindrop-like breasts, no less impressive than Sakura's. A delicate, blooming nipple, its pale pink hue like a

splash of water, was teased with light, suggestive touches. Ino skillfully guided Sakura's tender fingertips, teaching them

the art .
The blushing girl engaged in a forbidden, illicit game in her boudoir. Ino stood up, letting

the love juices flow from beneath her, bringing them close to Sakura's cheek, dripping onto the innocent, bewildered girl's face. The shimmering

light dissipated, moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, shrouding the room in a hazy, beautiful glow.
The naked girl, after her confession, seemed to have abandoned all moral constraints, passionately performing

a . She awakened desires dormant within her for years, moaning passionately, seducing her fellow woman.
"Why are you so sensitive... Sakura?"
Following Ino's guidance, her fingers gently circled the clitoris, the veins of the petals, moistened with love juice,

clearly visible , seemingly possessing a magical allure that drew Sakura's gaze. With each contraction and relaxation, sucking on Ino's fingertips, Sakura felt as if she were

in a dream, her friend panting softly before her, masturbating with her own fingers.
"It tastes so sweet, you should try some too."
Unexpectedly, Ino grabbed Sakura's hand, scooped up a pool of silvery fluid from inside her vagina, and then brought it to her cherry-like

mouth . She slowly thrust in and out, seemingly savoring the two warm and elastic red lips and

the smooth, delicate tongue inside.
"Ee... Sakura!"
Releasing Sakura, Ino braced herself against the floor behind her, arching her back and displaying her private parts in full

view of Sakura. With her other hand, she indulged in lewd fondling of her own woman, adding finger after finger, tearing open the

pink for her beloved lover to see.
"Look at me... I... Sakura is looking at me, I'm masturbating."
Ino's pleasure soared to the clouds, and a bright, clear, lewd jet of fluid, like a rainbow bridge, spurted out,

mixing with white foam and splashing onto Sakura's astonished face. Waves of pleasure surged through her, pushing her love juices to the opening of her vagina, where they

gushed forth, drenching the innocent girl from head to toe.
Exhausted, Ino's unsteady knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, her body limp, leaning towards Sakura…
Somewhere in the jungle, the Sand Village ninja had completed their mission and were preparing to return. Gaara, the Kazekage, arrived at the last moment and, together with

Guy, defeated the last fox clone.

He then watched Guy take his beloved student Lee back to the village for treatment. Several female Sand ninjas, intentionally or unintentionally, surrounded Gaara, looking at him with admiration.
"Ahem, now that the mission is successfully completed, let's return to the village as soon as possible."
Kankuro had barely finished speaking when he immediately felt several burning gazes directed at him. One pair

belonged to Temari, who was still lingering beside Shikamaru.
"Reporting to the Kazekage, Konoha Village suffered severe damage recently. Please allow me to assist them in rebuilding the village,

fulfilling my duty as an ally."
Temari said calmly, but her face lacked the determination and responsibility in her tone. "
Suit yourself," Gaara said coldly, heading towards Sunagakure at an unnoticed speed.
"Lord Gaara must be very worried about the village. It's good that we go back sooner."
The Sunagakure ninja, devoted to their newly appointed young Kazekage, followed Gaara in unison.

Kankuro, who had wanted to say something, was glared at by Temari, shrugged, and walked away. Only Temari

and Shikamaru remained in the forest.
"Hey, will your Hokage be alright after suffering such a serious injury?"
Shikamaru, frowning as usual, didn't answer immediately. He glanced in the direction Gaara had disappeared,

then looked back at a certain spot in the village for a while.
"Hmph, anyway, anyone who gets the title of Hokage is a bunch of freaks and monsters. They won't be so easy to take

down. I'm more worried about that silly woman..."
Then, as if to sweep away these troublesome worries, Shikamaru put his hands behind his head,

spread , and lay back on the grass, admiring the beautiful clouds gradually turning red.
"I'm the ambassador for friendly exchanges between our two villages, you'd better treat me well."
Temari's mature face blocked Shikamaru's view. Her blonde hair fell to her chest, and

the fierce expression she gave her enemies in battle was gone, replaced by a gentle smile of longing for her lover. Shikamaru pulled her

to his chest.
"Yes, yes, women are such a hassle."
A spy who had been lurking in Konoha's ANBU for a long time immediately hid in a

completely whispering with a man in the distance using ninjutsu.
"...Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin, is dead. The Anbu's strength has been greatly weakened. The Fifth Hokage was ambushed by the Nine-Tails and

will be unable to go to the battlefield in the near future. Naruto Uzumaki is dead."
"Very good, keep in touch."
The man—Kabuto, the Sound Ninja ninja—turned around and relayed the

spy . A sinister smirk appeared on the man's lips, a chilling aura of disgust, like

encountering a venomous snake on a forest path.
Kabuto's glasses reflected a white light. A corner of his mind remembered another role he played, slowly

absorbing the information and beginning to wonder how that mysterious organization would view the situation. But one thing was certain:

no matter how much the Konoha Anbu tried to conceal the news of Tsunade's serious injury, their two greatest enemies had already quickly

grasped the entire situation, and the horns of war had been sounded.
He saw a curse more

terrifying . That was pure evil, willing to trample on the dignity of the dead or sacrifice everything to satisfy desires.
Beside the utterly destroyed battlefield, the Fifth Hokage's house miraculously remained undamaged. The severely wounded

Tsunade lay on a round table in the main hall of her house, with not a single medical ninja nearby to care for her. Even more bizarrely,

the coffin containing Jiraiya's body and the charred corpse, burned beyond recognition, were placed on either side of the round table.
The last rays of the setting sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the courtyard, casting a shadowy figure on the opposite wall.
"Hoo...oh..."
Jiraiya yawned widely, as if he had slept for a long time. He crept to the round

table where Tsunade lay, his lecherous wolf eyes fixed on her ample breasts, his hairy hands beginning to

move . But before his hand could touch anything, he was startled by Tsunade's sudden opening of her eyes.
"Senior, please show some respect."
Tsunade—who had reverted to her original form, Kurenai Yuhi—watched the notoriously lecherous man warily, her hands tightly protectively covering her

chest, preventing Jiraiya from taking advantage.
"Don't touch my people."
The hall door opened, and a voluptuous woman, fresh from the bathhouse, wearing a revealing, thin yukata, wiped the dew from her hair with a towel

. Before Jiraiya could even utter a word, he immediately suffered a nosebleed and collapsed backward

. Kurenai's face flushed slightly as she retreated to the wall, kneeling on one knee before the sole object of loyalty for all the Konoha ninja.
The woman stepped over Jiraiya's unconscious body and reached the French windows. The lecherous middle-aged man let out

a groan and opened the window. The cool breeze outside caressed her delicate skin, and the Hokage, unharmed,

issued orders to the outside.
"All of you, come in!"
In an instant, as if by magic, a thick, dark shadow appeared in every dark corner of the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye...

They gathered in the Hokage's hall. Among them were Kakashi, the Copy Ninja who struck fear into the hearts of Konoha's enemies, and

elite Jonin like Guy and Sarutobi Amas, whose strength was on par with his. There were also the captains of the Anbu and the heads of various

clans .
"First of all, congratulations everyone. The plan to fake the resurrection of the Nine-Tails has been a success. This is

the first step ,"
Tsunade said approvingly, her gaze lingering on Kakashi as she surveyed the crowd before continuing.
"Now, report on the results of the intelligence operation."
"Yes, sir," came the first Anbu member who had just spoken with Kabuto Yakushi.
"According to the intelligence we intercepted, Akatsuki members will receive the same information later."
"Okay, continue."
"Gaara, the Kazekage, currently enjoys considerable prestige in the village and is expected to reach two-thirds of his pre-battle

strength soon."
"Okay, continue."
Reports, some long and some short, continued. With Tsunade's permission, the clan heads learned the outline of the mission

and the anticipated preparations. Tsunade sat in the chair Shizune had brought, listening to the reports while glancing

inadvertently at the corner where a charred corpse had once sat, now empty.
"Where did that little girl go..."
Tsunade muttered to herself, but quickly shifted her attention to the Jonin's report. The bewildered Jonin

paused, waiting for the Hokage to continue before speaking. Hearing the Hokage's murmur,

Sarutobi Amas remembered the girl in his team who played a crucial role in this mission.
A helpless smile appeared on his face.
"Sakura, actually, I... I've always felt something for you..."
Ino's luscious red lips touched Sakura's, who stood there bewildered, letting Ino

touch . Then a piercing sound rang in their ears. Both of them looked out the window simultaneously.

The boy, who should have been burned to a crisp, was scratching at the windowpane with sharp nails, mouthing "Naruto, you're dead

.
" Sakura's childhood friend stood up helplessly, opened the window, and Naruto, after forming hand seals, glanced at her

before jumping inside.
"You...you guys?"
Sakura, speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry, stared at them.
"I'm sorry, Sakura, we had no choice. Actually, Naruto and I switched souls a long time ago—you know

, the secret of our Yamanaka family's Mind-Body Disruption Technique."
Ino explained in her usual tone.
"Wh...when?"
"This morning in your room, when Naruto was pretending to be asleep."
"Then...what about the Nine-Tailed Fox?"
"Of course it's fake. I'm always surrounded by dozens of high-ranking Anbu members, and I heard there are even elites

sent by . A bunch of adults and old men were playing with fire and pretending to be supernatural."
Sakura suddenly realized that because of her preconceived notions, she hadn't noticed the expressions on the other people's faces.

Thinking about it , several familiar companions were actually involved in this mission, Sakura suddenly understood.
"Alright, you two continue your morning flirting, I won't disturb you."
Ino slowly strolled to her door, stomping hard on Naruto's foot as she passed.
"Just like your lecherous master."
Naruto grinned innocently, preparing to casually follow Ino away.
"You've had a long day too, I'll be going now, haha."
An invisible gust of wind from a punch grazed Naruto's cheek, slamming the door shut. Naruto's smile froze.
"Naruto."
Sakura smiled sweetly, her mind racing through the day's events: Ino's hand

placement the several instances of skin-to-skin contact, and that inexplicable kiss five minutes earlier.
"You…
" Sakura's fist grew larger and larger, instantly closing in on Naruto's face. He couldn't help but close his eyes, bracing himself for the

thunderous punch.
"Idiot."
The expected blow didn't happen. Instead, a soft body nestled into his arms, accompanied by the scent of a young girl.
"Idiot… idiot… idiot… " The girl's tears, disregarding reason, left a burning mark on his broad chest. Naruto opened his arms and hugged her
tightly .

They whispered in each other's ears, she listened quietly to his remorseful apology, and he listened quietly to her

deep worry. The love that blossomed in their whispers expanded, gradually enveloping their entire bodies.
Naruto gently licked away her tear stains, then with a slight push, the unsuspecting Sakura fell onto her bed. The boy sat on

top of her, his piercing eyes seeming to fire, the golden hue gradually fading, replaced by

fox-like, predatory eyes, like those of a predator eyeing its prey, aggressively scrutinizing every inch of the girl's body

.
Realizing what was about to happen, Sakura instinctively covered her chest with her hands.
"No…don't look at me."
Naruto lightly licked her sensitive neck, and Sakura's cheeks flushed, her snow-white skin instantly turning crimson. The boy's hand

formed a claw, tearing open Sakura's thin bodice, revealing her trembling breasts completely exposed to

a pair of greedy foxes.
Sakura, who hadn't expected Naruto to be so violent towards her, was momentarily at a loss, her hands instinctively

trying to hide her beautiful breasts. Unexpectedly, Naruto's hands were faster, pinning her to the bed, rendering her immobile.
"Eek..."
Naruto's sharp canines lightly pierced her sweet, delicate vulva, the pain and pleasure simultaneously drilling into her heart.

Sakura groaned, then shyly pursed her lips. The high fever that had been raging throughout her body, like a serious illness,

rose several degrees higher. The pounding of her heart reached Naruto's ears, further igniting his fox-like blood.
The sound of tearing fabric reached his ears, two vibrant, full thighs leaping, trying to escape the boy's gaze.

Orange moonlight spilled into the depths of her thighs, her delicate virginity perfectly displayed under the witness of the dark night sky.

Ripples seemed to spread across her delicate

complex feeling, a mixture of pain, itchiness, and pleasure, washed over the girl's heart, transforming her into an alluring and seductive courtesan.
Her long, sharp nails left claw marks on the inside of her slender thighs, even invading her delicate, shy buttocks.

With a series of twists and turns, she arched her lower body, her rosy,

shapely mound sank in, then immediately returned to its original shape. A warm, fragrant scent wafted from her aroused pores,

making Naruto's face flush. In
her dazed state, Sakura inadvertently glimpsed Naruto's swollen, engorged lower body.
"Ah, it's too big, I can't get in!"
Her slender waist swayed like a water snake, her full, fleshy buttocks sliding in Naruto's hands, but the slippery feel between her thighs only

further aroused the bloodlust in Naruto's manhood. The flower path, which even his little finger had never experienced, was now trembling and contracting

with Sakura's rapid heartbeat. The fox spirit's bright red tongue teased her crotch, the fleshy beads, like

granules , glistening with silver saliva, resembling pearls set in the night sky, dazzling.
"It itches... Naruto, stop..."
Ignoring the annoying yet adorable moans, the boy continued to violate the girl's sacred realm, then, unexpectedly,

thrust his long-prepared member into the last line of defense guarded only by a thin membrane.
"Ah!"
In that instant of entry, Naruto's mind cleared. His wicked crimson eyes softened, a hazy blue

light emanating from the boy's muscular body. The ghostly form that had driven two female ninjas to the brink of death faintly

appeared within Naruto's abdomen, blending like a clear stream into the Nine-Tails' flames.
His erection throbbed at the bottom of the tight cavity, dripping with fresh blood.
"Sakura, I love you."
Sakura, unable to speak due to the pain, silently shed tears after hearing Naruto's confession. A blissful

moan gushed from the depths of her throat like a fountain. Completely surrendering herself, giving her body and soul to

the man she trusted completely, her toes curled inwards, her eyes unfocused, Sakura soared to the clouds in a continuous climax. Amidst a white surge

, the magma of the boy's life erupted into her vagina beneath his thunderous, trembling body.
"You must..."
"Stay by your side, right? Ha, back then, I actually..."
"Idiot!"
*Slap!* The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the Haruno family home in the dead of night.
The wind blew, cicadas chirped, and a fallen leaf twirled leisurely on the pond

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