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Hinata Hyūga was a chaste girl by nature.

She didn't sleep around. At the age of twenty, she hadn't even kissed a boy. She'd held hands—once, with Kiba, to ward off some boys who'd been eying her strangely. Did that count? She didn't think so.

It wasn't that she thought that she was above all of them. Quite the opposite, actually. Just because she was a Hyūga didn't mean that she thought things like dating and sex and relationships were beneath her.

Frankly, the truth was that she was terrified of it. Of not being good enough. Of not being enough. Terrified of not knowing what to do or how to do it.

She was the type to sit and fantasize about would'ves, should'ves, could'ves.

The amount of day dreams she had could fill an entire library. It would be easier to talk about people who she hadn't settled down and started a family with in a day dream.

Naruko.

Hinata's cheeks flushed deeply just thinking about her.

Naruko was everything that Hinata wanted to be and more. Confident, spunky, quirky, outgoing, amazing in every way, shape and form. When they were young, Hinata even had a little crush on Naruko—though it'd evolved into something more akin to…deep, deep admiration.

She would never, never admit this to him—

But the original reason she'd gotten close to Menma was so she could get closer to Naruko. It made sense to her at least. Getting in good with her twin brother was a stepping stone to getting in good with Naruko, right?

Sort of.

Sure, Menma and Naruko were close—

But Hinata saw a better opportunity.

Because the more time she spent around Naruko and Menma and by extension, their larger friend group…

…the more apparent it became that Naruko was helplessly in love with none other than Sasuke Uchiha.

Which wasn't a big surprise. It seemed every girl in their age group was head over heels for him—Ino and Sakura being the front runners. Even Naruko's mother Kushina had commented on how attractive Sasuke was at some point.

Hinata thought…

If getting closer to Menma didn't work…

Then maybe getting closer to Sasuke would?

It didn't take much. All of their age group tended to hang out together. All Hinata had to do was go out of her way to talk to Sasuke once or twice, and before long, she started to realize that—

She actually…kind of…got along with him?

They were both on the quiet side; they were both reserved. He was confident, quirky, funny in a sarcastic sort of way. And for whatever reason, Hinata always felt so at ease around him. He had a way of making her feel like she wasn't a burden, as if he actually enjoyed talking to her.

Surprise, surprise, talking every now and then at get togethers turned into them getting lunch. Getting lunch turned into her coming over to his apartment and the two of them talking into the early morning hours.

She was—

She was surprised he didn't try to push things.

Once, she'd worked up the courage to ask him.

All he'd said was:

"I'm okay with talking. But until I figure things out with Naruko, anything else would just feel…dishonest."

Which was fair.

But now?

This date…they'd gone out before, sure. But there was something in his eyes—the quirk of his lips. This was different.

It sent jitters down her spine. She couldn't stop her hands trembling, even twenty minutes later as she sat at a table with her extended family and listened to them drone on about financials and bloodlines.

I wonder what he has in mind? is all Hinata can think.

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Chapter 8 — "You Can Tell Me"

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"...mmm…" Naruko moaned, tracing a finger down his chest. "Sex~" she cooed.

"Weren't you the one calling me insatiable?" Sasuke said with a smirk.

About twenty minutes after Hinata left, Naruko stirred from her nap.

That was thirty seconds ago.

In that time she'd raised her head—

Looked around—

Looked Sasuke up and down—

Then promptly yanked him back into bed with her, glomping him with a kiss that left him breathless.

Thirty seconds ago he'd been soft; now he was hard as a rock, threatening to bulge out of his sweatpants, his erection grinding against her thigh.

"I still can't believe you told your father about us," he murmured.

Naruko grinned at him. "I told my mom, too," she said. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Telling your mom and telling your dad are two vastly different things," Sasuke pointed out.

The blonde cleared her throat.

"Uh…that—now that you brought the subject up—is something I wanted to bring up," Naruko said. "My mom…well…I- uh…you don't mind if I like…go into detail about us with her, do you?"

Sasuke kept a straight face.

"What do you mean go into detail?"

Naruko's grin broadened. "I mean think about it. Who else can I talk to about us? Ino and Sakura will rip my head off; Hinata would faint. Menma and Dad would try to clobber you. My mom is the only person that would listen and—" She cackled. "Frankly, I want to see the look on my mom's face when I tell her how awesome you were. And how big your dick was. And how I kind of want to ask her permission to move in with you so I can wake up to a creampie every morning~"

It took Sasuke a while to process her words.

"...sure," he said. "To the telling your mother part. Not the moving in together part."

"Aw~" Naruko pouted. "You'd really pass up the opportunity to fuck me every morning?"

"You should quit while you're ahead," Sasuke teased.

He hiked down his sweatpants, unveiling the erection that had been raging on-and-off for far too long now.

Naruko licked her lips.

And within moments, he found himself buried inside of her again.

What followed was something that had become all too familiar to Sasuke—

The squeaking of bedsprings. The wonton moaning of a woman of heat. The tightness and heat of a pussy belonging to an unfathomably gorgeous woman. He was right at home.

Naruko was all too willing to give herself to him. Even buried to the hilt inside of her, with more inches than any other man could provide, his member quite literally on the verge of pressing against her womb—

She was still yearning for more.

He wanted to give her all he had; every inch, every thrust, and when the time came, every drop of his cum.

"Fuuuck," Sasuke groaned, pressing his lips against her neck. "You're too good for me."

She was breathless. She was sweaty. She was breaking beneath the force and impact of his thrusts. And most importantly…

"I love you~~!!" she squealed as she came on his cock.

And most importantly, she was utterly intoxicated by the pleasure he was dousing her in.

"I love you, too," he said, just to see the smile on her face. It came so immediately, and it was so bright that Sasuke paused for a moment, just taking it in.

She really is beautiful, he thought.

He groaned as he bottomed out inside of her, the rippling of her pussy unlike any other sensation he'd ever experienced.

By the time he was ready to unload into her, she wasn't even capable of formulating words anymore. Two more orgasms had come and gone for her; each more intense than the last.

Now a fourth one was coming and Sasuke couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm—"

She clutched at his wrists, a frantic look in her eyes.

"Mmm…fuuuckk…yes…."

It might sound a little conceited, but Sasuke's experiences had lead him to being rather fluent in the language Naruko was speaking. 'Cock drunk' was relatively easy to pick up, especially considering how many people he was surrounded by who spoke it.

All Naruko said—

Was that she wanted him to do it inside.

His nostrils flared.

That was the last straw.

He exploded inside of her with a gasp, string after string, rope after rope of hot, bubbling semen spurting into her innermost depths.

A few days ago, this was a virgin pussy, untouched, uncontaminated.

Now, as he pulled out of it, Naruko letting out an eep, Sasuke could well and truly say it was conquered. He'd came inside her twice in less than an hour—and if that trend continued, he'd probably reach double digits by tomorrow.

"You're a magician," Naruko cooed, breathing deeply. 

She rolled over onto her side, giving Sasuke a wondrous view of her snatch, his cum oozing down her tanned thigh.

"Maybe you're just easy to please," Sasuke said, patting her leg affectionately. His half-stiff cock rested against the bed sheets, slick with her juices. "It doesn't take much to get you going, does it?"

Naruko stuck her tongue out.

"I need to get going," she said some minutes laterr, trying—and failing—to sit up. "Training…plus I told Ino and Sakura I'd get lunch with them…"

Sakura. He felt a pang thinking about his wife. Yet he knew the girl of this universe couldn't possibly come close to the one he'd married back in this timeline. He could justify corrupting Naruko and Hinata to himself…but he couldn't bring himself to do the same to Sakura.

"That's fine," Sasuke said, running a hand through her hair. "I can't spend the whole day fucking you."

"It would be nice, though~" Naruko said, grinning.

A thought.

"Maybe tonight, though?" Sasuke suggested.

"I would love too. You know that," the blonde murmured. "But just because my Dad knows about us doesn't mean I can come over and get fucked every night for hours on end—he'll actually kill you."

"This coming from the woman who suggested that we move in together," he teased.

Naruko groaned, falling onto her back, putting a hand over her eyes.

"I was hoping you'd forgotten that…"

"I could never forget a thing you say to me," he murmured, stroking her cheek gingerly.

She flushed so deeply that it was honestly kind of astounding—he half expected steam to start coming out of her ears.

Naruko gulped.

"..wh-what did you have in mind for tonight?" she asked him. "If…if I can sneak out."

"I wouldn't worry about sneaking out," Sasuke told him. "I'll come over."

She blinked up at him.

"Did-did you not hear what I said about my Dad?" Naruko told him. "He will kill you."

"Maybe it's about time I tell you—I've had been working on my seals and my genjutsu," said Sasuke.

"What does that have to do with—"

"Do you trust me?" Sasuke asked her.

She didn't hesitate, not even for a split second. "Of course," Naruko murmured, nodding.

"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think it would work," he murmured. Sasuke leaned down, kissing her deeply, capturing her lips and slipping some tongue in, too. She melted—like always. "I'll be over at ten," he told her, after breaking their lips apart.

"Ten?"

"Ten," he affirmed.

She smiled, nodding.

"Do you mind if I use your shower?" she asked.

"Go right ahead."

While the shower ran in the other room, Sasuke went to the kitchen. Some tea would help clear the mind—he still had a lot of things to ponder, after all.

For instance that date with Hinata.

He was in a unique position, having practically turned Hinata into a second wife back in his timeline. He knew how she took her coffee: lots of cream with a pinch of sugar. He knew her greatest fear: being abandoned. He knew the best way to get into her good graces: to make her feel wanted and appreciated, heard and sought after.

It would take some time, but Sasuke was confident he could sculpt the perfect date with her. The kind of date that would have a beautiful girl practically offering herself up on a silver platter.

He licked his lips at the thought.

That was a wrong from his previous life that he could finally right.

Hinata had been a thing of wonders back in his own timeline; a woman who could handle everything he threw at her and then some. He'd enjoyed the countless hours he'd spent pumping in and out of her—and he'd relished every single load he had dumped inside or onto her.

But this Hinata?

She was like Naruko, a ripe fruit, just ready and waiting to be plucked. He couldn't wait.

Speaking of Naruko, though—

He had to make plans for tonight.

Somehow, he was sure that Menma and Minato would enjoy what he had envisioned. Even if the latter might not be willing to admit it.

Yet.

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Menma sat up in his bed as distant noises from downstairs captured his attention.

"Hey, Mom!" came Naruko's voice, muffled and just barely audibly. "What's for dinner?"

Muffled noises. "—want to help me?" was all Menma caught.

"Sure!"

He lifted himself up from his bed and near immediately got dressed.

Let's see what Sasuke has to say about Hinata, the blond thinks, as he slides into a pair of sandals.

Down the stairs and out of the house with a hasty goodbye shot in his family's direction. Menma tread an increasingly familiar route to Sasuke's apartment.

It was quiet out that day. Despite how much Menma's life had changed in the past weeks, it was remarkable just how samey the village had stayed.

The Hokage was being cuckolded on a near daily basis. His wife was at the beck and call of Sasuke. His daughter was in the same boat…and his son was vying to watch any of the action that he could. A scandal like that wouldn't bring just Konoha to its knees—it could plunge all of the Nation of Fire into chaos.

He knocked thrice on the door to Sasuke's apartment. It took approximately fourteen seconds for the Uchiha to answer; when he did, it was with a raised eyebrow.

"Can we talk for a sec?" asked Menma.

Sasuke offered him a shrug. "Sure."

He took a seat on the sofa while Sasuke settled into an adjacent chair. Menma glanced out a window, surprised by how suddenly it'd become overcast outside—after a few seconds, it even began to rain outside.

"What did you want to talk about?" Sasuke asked, leaning forward, the tips of his fingers tapping together.

Menma looked away from the rain.

"It's about Hinata," said Menma. "I—" 

He hesitated, as a strange look blossomed on Sasuke's features. Not that he thought anything of it; this wasn't the first time he'd brought up Hinata in confidence to him. He'd never even dreamed of bringing her up like this, though.

The words caught in his throat.

"—nevermind," Menma decided. "I'll talk to you about it later."

"Okay," said Sasuke quietly.

"Did-did you have fun with Naruko?" the blond asked, grinning slightly, his cheeks turning pink. "I bet you did. She sounded like she was in a great mood when she got home."

"I did have a good time," Sasuke affirmed. "Your sister is…something else, that's for sure." The Uchiha smirked, throwing a hand over the side of his chair. "I can't get enough of her."

Menma twiddled with his thumbs, unable to look in Sasuke's general direction.

"When…uh…when am I going to get a chance to watch?"

He blurted it out without thinking.

It only took a few seconds for Sasuke to respond—for Menma, it felt like an eternity.

"Is that really a line you want to cross?" said Sasuke, his voice calm. "Your mother is one thing, but your twin—?"

Menma hesitated, but not for long.

"It-it's something I've been thinking about for years," Menma confessed.

"About your own twin?" Sasuke murmured.

"How can I help it?" Menma chewed the inside of his cheek. "She's always been so open around me; even when we started growing up. Ask-asking me to…judge her outfits…hopping into the shower with me when she was running late…just…torturing me."

"Is this admitting to me that you want to fuck your own sister?" said Sasuke.

Menma chuckled.

"I guess it does sound that way, huh?" the blond murmured. "No, I don't want to fuck her. I want to watch you fuck her—I want to watch you do all the things that I…that I…that I can't do."

Sasuke stared at him long and hard, an impassive look on his face.

"It's not that I'm opposed to it," Sasuke began. "Frankly, it doesn't really matter to me whether you're there or not. But—" He took a breath. "We just got caught by Kushina. Sure, she wasn't exactly upset…but what would Naruko say if she caught you watching us fuck?"

"I-I don't know how she'd react, honestly," said Menma.

"I think that's…something we could ease into. Eventually," Sasuke said. "For now though, I think what we're doing right now is fine."

"And what's that?" Menma grumbled. "Me helping you to fuck my mom and my twin and getting nothing in return?"

"You got to watch, didn't you?"

"Some of it," the blond grumbled, hands folded across his chest. "I ended up blue balled in the end, though."

Sasuke shrugged. "I told you to hide—it wasn't my fault that you didn't hide well enough." He sighed, running a hand through inky black hair. "I have an idea for tonight; hopefully you'll enjoy it."

"For tonight?" Menma murmured.

"Just be patient," Sasuke said.

Menma held his gaze for a moment. Then he nodded.

"Okay," he said, nodding again. He stood up, his expression conflicted. "I—" A pause. "I think I should probably get going."

"If that's what you want," Sasuke said.

He accompanied Menma to the door.

"There is just one thing," Sasuke murmured.

"What is it?" asked Menma.

Sasuke couldn't help the smirk that creased his lips.

"That Hinata thing?" Sasuke said. "Well…sit tight. I might have something for you, soon."

Menma found himself grinning.

"Cool."

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Naruko waited up.

They had dinner. Even her Dad was home, and he worked crazy hours.

She waited and she waited, until she started to think that—

Maybe he forgot about me?

Naruko put her hair up into pigtails; then she let it back down. Then she put it up again, this time into a high ponytail; then she let it back down again.

She cycled through at least a half dozen outfits.

At first she'd opted to just wear her pajamas, not wanting to see as if she was too excited. Then she slid into just her underwear, trying to seem alluring. Then she pulled on a sundress, not wanting to seem too easy. Then—

She started pruning her plants, humming under her breath, trying to make the time go by.

He didn't forget about me, she thought. He's just running late, that's all.

Naruko was a person of unflappable faith; she knew that he would come. It was just—

A gust of wind blew through an open window.

Only she hadn't left it open.

Naruko turned around to find Sasuke lounging on her bed, having made himself right at home.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, a smirk on his lips.

She jumped so hard that she nearly hit her head on the ceiling.

"Sasuke!" she said in a hoarse whisper, wary of alerting anyone else in the house. "You scared the crap out of me!"

He shrugged.

"You know I always have to make an entrance," Sasuke said, smirking.

"You and Kakashi-sensei…two peas in a pod…" Naruko murmured. "Now, what's your plan here? Because Menma—" She pointed to one wall. " —is in that room. And my parents—" She pointed to the opposite wall. "—are in that room."

He eased himself off of the mattress, standing up straight, nearly a foot taller than Naruko.

"Relax," Sasuke told her.

Then he grabbed her by the waist and quite literally tossed her onto the queen-sized mattress.

She landed in a pile of pillows, the quickest of it giving her mild whiplash. By the time she'd caught her bearings, Sasuke had crossed over to the door of her room, taking something out of his pocket.

He bound a seal to the door, intricate writing lining about a meter long paper.

"This seal will soundproof the room," said Sasuke. "They won't hear a thing."

Naruko gawked at him for a moment.

"Are you kidding?" she blurted. "Sasuke, my parents are both seal masters! They'll crack anything you could make in five seconds flat!"

"Sure," he said, turning towards her. "If they find it."

"Huh?"

"They would never think that we'd try something like this," Sasuke explained. "If they put the effort into cracking the seal, then sure, they'll break through it in the blink of an eye. But they would know they could break through any seal; and thus, assume we wouldn't even try."

"...I…guess?" Naruko murmured.

His reasoning was reasonable, if a little shaky.

"Maybe—oh fuck, that's not fair…"

And of course, his trump card was the slow undoing of his belt.

For all her reservations, Naruko's greatest weakness was the same thing that had given her untold pleasure earlier that morning. Last night, she'd lost her virginity. Now it was all she could do not to yank him into the bed and have her way with him.

"Fine," Naruko purred. "You'd better come over here and fuck my brains out so I can forget how risky this is…"

"It would be my pleasure," said Sasuke, pants falling to the floor.

Of course, Naruko was still worried—

But as Sasuke's lips claimed hers, and he climbed on top of her, pressing that unfathomably gorgeous cock of his against her thigh—

All her worries faded away.

…

Of course, she was right to be worried.

After all, Sasuke had to add another lie to the endless amounts he'd been telling Naruko since his reincarnation in this life. That seal was nothing more than a piece of paper with gibberish scribbled on it.

…

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…

Minato couldn't sleep.

Why?

He'd had a long day—from watching Sasuke rail his wife, to endless amounts of mind numbing paperwork, it'd been thoroughly exhausting.

Now he was in bed next to his wife and all he could think was—

Damn it.

His fingers curled into his sheets.

This whole thing was supposed to have just been a fun little experiment; it wasn't meant to invade every aspect of his life. All he'd wanted was to see his gorgeous wife getting fucked by an Uchiha with a huge dick…now it felt as if his whole life was beginning to revolve around it.

His wife was verging on addicted. His daughter had just given her virginity to him. How could this get any worse?

Thump, thump, thump—

Squeak, squeak, squeak—

"Oh! OH! Right there, Sasuke~"

Minato blinked.

Slowly, he sat up, Kushina stirring beside him. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, looking around.

Thump, thump—

"Fuuuck, that's deep! Mmm! Yes~! Just like that—!"

"...you…you can hear that, right?" Minato whispered.

"Mmm, yes, Minato, I can hear the sounds of our daughter getting railed," said Kushina. "That kid's got some balls, doesn't he?"

…

…

…

Menma was just getting to bed, deciding to enjoy himself just a tad before he turned in. He laid on his back, and let one of his favorite fantasies begin to play out in his head—Sasuke climbing atop of his twin sister and absolutely going to town on her.

As he laid there in the dark, his sheets rustling…suddenly…

Thump, thump. Squeak, squeak—

"Oh! OH! Right there, Sasuke~"

Menma grinned to himself.

"It's almost like I can hear them…" he murmured.

"Fuuuck, that's deep! Mmm! Yes~! Just like that—!"

The blond stilled.

He blinked, turning his head, watching as a cup of water on his nightstand rattled as something was hammered on the other side of the wall.

"Oh," Menma stated. "That's what's happening."

…

…

…

Steam blew out of Minato's ears.

"That boy has no respect for me, does he?" the Fourth Hokage growled, fuming.

Kushina smiled, knees tucked toward her chest as they both sat on the bed.

Opposite them, on the other side of the wall, Naruko's moans were reaching a fever pitch.

"Oh my god~" Naruko moaned. "Being on top really is amazing~~!!"

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him—"

Minato sounded like a broken record.

Until Kushina stopped him.

"No," the redhead said, having slid a hand beneath the blanket to confirm what she'd already suspected. "You clearly don't."

She stared a hole into him, a lump of lead settling in his throat.

Slowly, Minato nodded.

And she proceeded to give him a handjob whilst the sounds of his daughter getting plowed egged him on.

…

…

…

Menma couldn't help himself.

Even having enjoyed himself to the sounds—

He wanted more.

In the darkness of the Namikaze-Uzumaki household, Menma crept out of his room.

The noises boomed throughout the hall, seeping in through the crack beneath the door.

"Oh God! I'm going—I'm going to—" A pause. "OOOHHH~~!!"

Just hearing it happening made Menma's mouth water. Now, if he could get a look at it, even the slightest peek…he could die a happy man.

Even as a shinobi trained to move as silently as a ghost, it was hard not to be nervous. His heart thudded in his ears as he closed the distance between him and the door that hid one of his greatest fantasies.

His fingers closed around the handle—and a hand fell on his shoulder.

He turned, coming face-to-face with—

"...Sasuke…?" Menma whispered. "But—"

"I'm a shadow clone," the Uchiha supplied. He pulled Menma to his feet, looking down at him with a smirk on his lips. "Didn't we just have a talk about this, Menma?"

"Since when did you know how to make shadow clones?" Menma said.

"It's a trick I picked up from an old friend," Sasuke said. "Now, why don't you head back to your room? You're just liable to get us caught if you open that door."

"Can't you hear her?" Menma said.

"MMM~!! FUCK! FUCK! YEAAAH~~!!"

"She doesn't even know what planet she's on right now," Menma continued. "C'mon, Sasuke, just a—"

"I said no."

Menma took a step back, eyes widening.

There was a moment of silence.

Sasuke—even if it was just a clone—remained unflinching.

Menma bit his cheek. "...fine…" he hissed, turning on his heel and scampering back toward his room.

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…

…

It'd been forty-two minutes, and after her sixth—

"OH GOD~!"

—seventh orgasm of the night, Naruko was reduced to a moaning, shaking mess.

"...mmm…"

She fell flat onto her face.

And within a few seconds—

—began snoring?

Huh, Sasuke thought, as he pulled out of her. I haven't done that in a long while.

Fucking a girl until she passed out was a specialty of the old Sasuke; he hadn't really had the opportunity to do so since landing in his new life.

He waited a moment.

One moment became two.

Two became many.

Eventually, Sasuke realized one thing: that she wasn't the Naruko he had known. His Naruko would come back to the surface after about five minutes of being quite literally fucked stupid.

It seemed that this one couldn't. His Naruko had been made of tougher stuff—though no disrespect was intended for this new Naruko, who'd performed remarkably considering she had been a virgin a day before.

Yet he was still eager for more. And it seemed that Naruko was down for the count.

Sasuke shrugged, easing himself off of the bed.

Good thing there was another wet and willing pussy just one room away—and with Naruko in the state she was in, there was no chance she'd wake up to hear him plowing her mother.

He padded out of the room, nodding to his shadow clone who'd been standing guard and stopping Menma from spoiling his fun.

"Did he try and sneak in here?" asked Sasuke.

"He didn't even wait five minutes," his clone sneered.

"That sounds about right," Sasuke murmured. "I fucked Naruko out cold—I figure it's only fair that I give Kushina the same treatment, too."

"Enjoy yourself," the clone said.

A short trip down the hall later and Sasuke found himself opening the door to a bedroom that was becoming increasingly familiar.

Minato and Kushina stared at her, cocooned as they were beneath the blankets—naturally, Sasuke was well aware that they'd heard every second of what had transpired on the other side of the wall.

He must have made quite the sight, standing in the doorway, naked from head-to-toe, his erection hanging between his legs and still dripping the juices of their daughter.

"What are you—"

Minato was cut off as Kushina hopped off the bed, inadvertently throwing the sheets over Minato's head in the process.

By the time he'd pulled the cloth off of his head, it was to find Kushina already down on her knees before the Uchiha.

"May I?" Kushina cooed, staring up at him with beady eyes.

"Be my guest," said Sasuke.

She didn't hesitate to inhale the cock that had been buried inside of her daughter only a few minutes before.

Sasuke moaned, throwing his head back—having been fairly close when Naruko passed out, having Kushina's blowjob skills immediately thrust onto him was quite a lot to handle.

After a moment, he shifted his gaze to Minato, who gawked at him from the bed.

How can I fuck with him?

"Allow me to express my most sincere apologies," Sasuke said, bowing his head slightly.

"Wh-what?" Minato blinked.

"In hindsight, this whole situation is rather mean spirited," the Uchiha continued. His fingers tightened in Kushina's hair, the redhead not paying any attention as she worked his cock for all it was worth. "First I fuck your wife in your office—then I invade your home and plow your daughter for an hour while you're forced to listen." Sasuke smirked. "Then I walk in here like I own the place and the next thing I know, I'm buried ten inches deep in your wife's throat."

"I-I—" Minato couldn't form a complete sentence. 

His feelings about the situation were obvious: his erection beneath the covers was visible, albeit barely.

"You can tell me to stop if you want," Sasuke said.

"Wh-wh-what?" Minato repeated.

Sasuke held eye contact with him, not flinching for even a second—the soft glug glug glug of Kushina deepthroating him filled the room.

"Mmm~" Kushina moaned. "Love it~"

"I can't promise that your wife won't think about me every night," said Sasuke. "And I can't promise that your daughter won't spend every day of the rest of her life daydreaming about this dick. But if you look me in the eye and tell me—really tell me—that you want this to stop…I'll stop."

It was a lie. He wouldn't stop; Kushina and Naruko's pussies were simply too divine for him to abandon whether Minato wanted him to or not.

But did Minato know that?

Judging from the look in his eyes, it seemed he didn't.

Some small part of him still thought he was in control. He, the Fourth Hokage, who was quivering in his bed while his wife's throat bulged from the massive cock of another man stuffed down it.

Sasuke watched Minato honestly consider his offer.

And—

He did exactly what Sasuke expected him to do.

He remained silent.

And watched with bated breath as Sasuke pulled Kushina's head down.

"That's what I thought," Sasuke murmured, a smirk on his lips. "Kushina—"

The redhead nodded slightly, closing her eyes.

He yanked her all the way down the length of his shaft, then let loose, cumming balls deep right down her throat.

Minato watched. Every pulsation; every throb. He could see his wife's throat rippling as she swallowed everything Sasuke had to give her.

Eventually, Sasuke pulled out.

Kushina grinned up at him—she presented what was left of his load to him, playing around with it using her tongue.

"Swallow," Sasuke commanded.

Gulp.

"Niiice," Sasuke complimented, leaning down to stroke her hair. "It must have been torture, hm? Listening to me fuck Naruko while you sat in here?"

Kushina looked maniac as Sasuke leaned down to eye level with her.

"You have no idea," the redhead breathed. "It took every ounce of my being to not just hop in there and beg Naruko to let us have a threesome."

"That day's coming," Sasuke promised. "How about I make it up to you by fucking your brains out here and now?"

"You really do know how to read my mind~" Kushina cooed.

She gave no resistance as Sasuke manhandled her to her feet; she even grinned as he bent her over the length of the bed. And when he poised himself at her entrance with that magnificent cock of his?

Kushina looked at Minato and winked.

Then he split her open with his cock.

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"MMM~!! YES~~!! YES~~!!"

Menma woke up with a start.

The noises had stopped, thank God. Around the fourth time he'd enjoyed himself to the sound of Naruko getting plowed, it'd simply been depressing not being able to see it for himself.

Yet the rattling and the wall shaking didn't let him get to sleep.

Finally, it had stopped—

But now, it seemed that they'd started up all over again.

Only this time it seemed more…distant, somehow?

Menma listened.

"SASUKE~! Mmm~! Right there! Just how I like it!"

That wasn't Naruko.

Menma grit his teeth.

That bastard really does enjoy having his cake and eating it too, doesn't he? the blond thought.

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In the morning, Naruko woke with a start.

She yawned cutely, stretching as she climbed out of bed.

Last night was crazy, wasn't it? she thought.

Aside from about twenty minutes that she could hardly remember, where Sasuke had used that fancy seal of his to smuggle her into the shower so that they could clean off, Naruko had clean passed out the previous night.

She'd slept like a baby. Sure, her pussy was sore beyond belief, but other then that, she felt rejuvenated, as if she'd spent an entire week in stasis being massaged by the top experts in the country.

Breakfast was already served when she got downstairs. She was a bit worried that Sasuke's seal might not have worked, but when Menma and her dad offered her gentle good mornings, she knew things were fine.

Her mom was humming as she prepared four plates.

Soon, they all sat down at the table, eating and smiling.

Naruko couldn't help but notice a divide.

Menma and her dad both looked sleep deprived, with dark bags under their eyes and a certain tiredness to their movements.

On the other hand, her mom looked as rejuvenated as she was—hell, she was quite literally humming a little ditty under her lips as she ate.

"What got into you two?" asked Naruko, staring at the two men with a confused expression.

Menma bit his cheek; Minato looked down at his plate.

"Work," said Minato.

"Training," Menma grumbled.

Naruko blinked.

"Oh," she said. "Okay then."

She paid it no more mind as she returned to her food.

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Hinata fidgeted with the straps of her dress, staring at a spot in the distance.

The noise was beyond belief—was the city center really always this crowded? It wasn't as if she came here all that often. People didn't tend to invite her out.

"Hey."

She nearly jumped out of her skin; the Hyūga whirled around to face Sasuke.

Wow, she thought.

He looked handsome, not dressed up per se, but certainly looking a few grades above his ordinary attire. His hair was messy, yet it gleamed and looked soft to the touch. His dark eyes whispered sin, yet the easy smile on his lips made her relax within milliseconds.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Of-of course," Hinata murmured. "What did you have in store?"

"Come with me," said Sasuke. He extended his hand.

She hesitated for a second—

Then she took it, following after him.