1 Chapter-1

"Uzumaki, stop thinking about stupid things! Home!" came the gruff command from a burly man resembling a mountain with his massive brown beard. He set down a hefty beam and wiped his sweat-drenched forehead. They were in a bustling construction zone where a new building was taking shape. "Come inside and collect your pay, kid. You did well," he added, tossing the towel over his shoulder as he headed toward the exit, joined by his fellow laborers.

The Uzumaki mentioned by the worker continued his labor, breaking a large stone with a pickaxe. He calmly slung the pickaxe over his shoulder and removed his yellow helmet, revealing a head of spiky blonde hair. The boy appeared to be around 14 years old, with a lean and athletic frame, blue eyes, and cat-like markings on his cheeks. Bandages covered his forehead, concealing his right eye and part of his cheek. Standing at 1.60 meters tall, he possessed a physique well-suited for hard work. His attire consisted of thick, dark pants and a sweat-soaked white shirt.

Without a word but with a relaxed expression, he placed the pickaxe and helmet aside. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he let out a sigh. Walking alongside his fellow laborers, he made his way to the exit, where a young woman was distributing payment checks to the workers. She appeared to be in her early twenties and was the foreman's attractive daughter. When it was his turn in line, she handed the check to the teenager. "Great job, Naruto-kun. Hope to see you again tomorrow."

"Thank you, Yumi-san," Naruto replied with a slight smile, accepting the check. He left the construction site and strolled through the streets, reflecting on the stark differences between the worlds. The advanced technology here seemed excessive to him, but it came with a heavy reliance on it.

Continuing on his path, he eventually reached a store and went inside to buy some drinks. Once inside, he discreetly entered the bathroom. After a brief moment, an adult figure with dark hair emerged, paid for the beers, and left the store. In a puff of smoke, he transformed back into his previous appearance. He stashed the drinks in his backpack and made his way to the lower parts of the city. He paid little attention to the women offering services on street corners or the menacing individuals who quickly cleared his path.

In his hometown, it was common knowledge that bothering him was a bad idea. After all, he had once broken an idiot's arm who attempted to rob him, proving that he was not to be trifled with. As he reached a set of apartments, he ascended to the top floor. Upon opening the door, a dim, modestly furnished apartment greeted him. "I'm home," he announced, not expecting a reply, as he retrieved the drinks from his backpack and began to drink without reservation.

Approaching the window, he gazed silently at the city. With his lone visible eye, he removed a necklace with a locket from around his neck. Opening it, he beheld a photograph of himself at the tender age of three, cradling a one-year-old girl with fiery red hair. "Oh, how melancholic... you're almost making me shed a tear," remarked a female voice from within his head. Ignoring the voice, he carefully stowed the locket and continued drinking, already on his third can. "Do you intend to ignore me forever?" inquired the voice, its tone growing more sinister and alluring.

"Only until I pass away," replied the boy simply, his gaze drifting up to the starry sky. However, his reverie was interrupted when his surroundings suddenly shifted, and he found himself in a dark place with seemingly endless walls and ankle-deep water.

"Your words wound my heart deeply, and you have no inkling..." from the shadows of the dim cavern emerged a figure—a striking, statuesque woman standing at 1.85 meters tall. She possessed fiery red hair, pale skin, and slanted, blood-red eyes that bore a resemblance to the markings on the Uzumaki. What was most striking, perhaps, was her unclothed form—a figure that could only be described as divine. Her ample E-cup breasts defied gravity, complemented by a small waist and generous hips, which flowed gracefully into long, shapely legs. With a wicked smile, she approached and gently caressed the boy's hair, as he remained seated in the water.

"You claim I lack a heart..." retorted the blonde, his gaze now filled with anger, as the woman's smile grew even more sinister.

"My little Naruto-chan... remember your place," her smile darkened as large fox ears sprouted over her hair, and nine colossal tails materialized behind the woman. She ran her hand over the blonde's face, only to stop abruptly. Grasping his neck forcefully, she compelled him to meet her gaze. "You're merely my plaything, a pitiful creature I could crush at will... but what if I decide to do so?" She drew her face nearer to the teenager's, her smile now filled with lust. Their lips almost touched, their warm breaths mingling. However, the redhead's grin shattered when the teenager delivered a powerful kick to her stomach, sending her tumbling to the ground amid the water. The kitsune displayed no apparent reaction to the blow.

"We have a deal! You won't harm her!" The Uzumaki, still kneeling on the ground, shouted forcefully. As he attempted to rise, the redhead's foot prevented him from doing so. Subdued, he could only glare at the Kitsune, who responded with a mocking smile.

"I understand... and as part of our agreement, you are under my control. My commands must be followed, without objections... or resistance." The Kitsune's tails moved slowly, encircling both of them. She silently withdrew her foot from the teenager and knelt beside him, leaning close to his ear. "Because you belong to me now and forever..." she whispered, her voice dark and low, just before everything plunged into darkness for the Uzumaki, who closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again he found himself back in his apartment, "..." looking around he saw that he had already finished drinking the drinks and the alcohol had already begun to act, feeling the heaviness in his body he sighed, the only way to drown. the pain, with alcohol, I already understood why the veterans drank so much. Getting up from the window frame of the house he threw himself onto his bed and just looked at the ceiling, little by little he closed his eyes and then fell asleep.