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Bargaining Chip	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 6662 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Shizune visits Naruto with the intention of stuff.
- 1
Bargaining Chip
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            It had been some time since she was assigned a legitimate mission, but Shizune always felt it her responsibility – and privilege – to watch over her mentor. Even if Tsunade-sama decided on something… Shizune knew that she couldn’t let the ore of the First pass from Tsunade-sama’s possession to anyone, least of all a boy, a boy driven by passion instead of sense, inexperienced and untested.
            She had seen firsthand the devastation of the boy’s determination. He had put all his focus to winning the bet; not for the ore, but for his pride. A boy’s pride was not something to trifle with. Even if Tsunade-sama was sure it was an easily-won bet and doubted his capabilities, Shizune refused to take that chance. It was his life in jeopardy, not just his pride. She – and especially Tsunade-sama – would be unable to forgive another tragedy brought down by that single piece of jewelry.
            The boy had finally called it a night; his hands dead, scraped and beaten and burned, and his arms saddled with the task of carrying the burden. His legs worked. He could tread to the room he and Jiraiya-sama were staying at. But it’d be a lonely night for him, as Jiraiya-sama’s appetites were as legendary as Tsunade-sama’s gambling addiction.
            Shizune was not one to drink, yet she was there in her own room, alone with only a bottle of sake to keep company with – Tonton had been in the other room in bed since before Shizune arrived back from spying on Naruto. The saucer she had filled sat untouched. She hadn’t the nerve to down it. She just pondered its presence, the clear surface shifting the moonlight only when a breeze chanced in. She could drink it. She told herself that more than once, and a voice in the back of her head had almost successfully convinced her that drinking the whole bottle would make her feel better. But alcohol would only sate her for as long as she was its slave.
            Uzumaki Naruto, huh?
            Shizune fingered the rim of the filled saucer as she contemplated Jiraiya-sama’s new ward. He had his own reasons, she’d heard from Tsunade-sama; reasons for raising helpless and hopeless brats. “And he fails each time,” Tsunade had reflected with a burp and a slam from the emptied sake bottle. No doubt her mind wandered to her own failures and losses, but the drink kept her in blissful bondage.
            She had said that, but Shizune had her own thoughts on the boy. He might have seemed brash, maybe even a little thickheaded and single-minded, but there was unmistakably something genuine and inspiring in those bright blue eyes of his, something that should not be snuffed out by a wretched thing like a cursed ore.
            She put on her sternest, most resolved face, smacking her hands down on the table and rejecting the sake. “I must do something about it!” she said without falter. She went to her feet, pivoted, and headed straight through the exit. Behind, she left a small pig that had just wandered from the room to see what the ruckus was.
            Tonton tilted her head. “Bui?”
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            “Ow! Ow…” Naruto felt his overworked body creaking and grinding when finally relaxing. Now that his adrenalin ebbed, all his fatigue made him sore all over; especially his hands. Aside from the heat of active, swirling chakra, when his pseudo-Rasengan smacked into trees or rocks, the blowback of pebbles or splinters hammered into hand. He had stopped blaming the old Toad Hermit for not being there to give him pointers. Ero-Sennin was out of the equation now; this was between Naruto and that old lady disguised as a busty knockout! If she would disrespect the name of Hokage, she would find not greater opponent than Uzumaki Naruto!
            “Ow…” Just after he made a full recovery. He was close! He could feel the process becoming simpler, but it was still the control of circulation. He needed to condense it, manifest the ball and maintain it, not have it pop! a second after creation.
            So tonight, Naruto would lie down, let his body hurt for a while until his mind was fed up with it, and then he’d sleep. Probably sleep through the first half of the day, but he had earned it. Lying stiff as a board on his back in a sliver of moonlight, he closed his eyes and endured the lapsing adrenalin. “… Ow…”
            He wouldn’t say he was almost asleep when there was a knock on the door; more like he was at a lower level of the throbbing pain in his burned hands. It was still a pain to move. And it was probably the old hermit drunk and stupid rapping delicately, having forgotten his key or something. Let the perverted swindler sleep in the hallway tonight, Naruto cursed while actively trying to sleep.
            Ero-Sennin must’ve found a key or used a ninja trick to get inside, for the knocking stopped and the door opened. Just let him drop on the floor and sleep wherever, alright… Naruto couldn’t be bothered with a drunkard’s nightly comfort while his body burned.
            Then the door closed, much more carefully than a drunk Jiraiya was capable of. After a bender, he’d normally stumble into the room, slam the door behind his unstable weight, and holler or laugh and make all sorts of racket while staggering to bed. Naruto was alert when he heard only soft, even footsteps after the door was locked.
            “Naruto-kun?” A woman’s voice! “Naruto-kun?” she persisted quietly with rising urgency.
            Though his hands stung to hold him up, he sat up to meet his visitor. It was Baa-chan’s assistant… um, Shizune-nee-chan. “Huh? Nee-chan?” His surprise to see her, halfway veiled in the deeper shadow of the entranceway of the bedroom where moonlight spilled in through the window, lasted briefly; his big blue eyes turned to irritated slits and his mouth became an irritated frown. “What are you doing here?”
            “Naruto-kun…” She stepped forward, her hands clasped in an imploring prayer at her breast. Strangely, it did not escape Naruto’s notice that her pig was not trotting at her side as it normally was; it was like seeing Kiba without Akamaru. “I-I know I have told you before,” she started uncertainly, but then fortified her resolve, “but I’ve come to ask you again. Please! This agreement with Tsunade-sama for the ore!”
            The irritated slits opened to blue again, irritation turning to stubbornness, his sleepiness switching to swollen ego.
            “You cannot go through with it! I don’t say this for Tsunade-sama’s sake, or for the ore…!” She retreated to her insecurity again, hands balling together again at her bosom. “It’s… for your wellbeing as well.”
            Her passionate plea, resonating with sincerity that he could not deny, was still only answered with the usual huff of dismissal. “Not that again,” he grumbled. “I already told you, it doesn’t matter about some lame curse. I’m gonna win that necklace. And I’m gonna be the next Hokage, alright!”
            His will… might have been more powerful than Dan’s. Her uncle was strong-willed, but he had a particular yielding as well; too nice to say what was really on his mind at times, worried to upset other people. Shizune knew at that moment that words of persuasion were utterly wasted on Naruto-kun.
            I don’t go back on my word. That’s my ninja way. Those were his words, his oath.
            Shizune was fully prepared to do whatever it took to dissuade him, even if it meant interfering with his training and concentration. She was well-versed in the background of the Sannin, knowing their personalities and whatnot for reverence. Naruto was under the guidance of Jiraiya-sama, famed hermit, writer, and lecher. The stories Tsunade-sama told of his perverted exploits, doing whatever he could to glimpse a woman in the bath – Tsunade-sama in particular. Surely his apprentice’s appetite would not be so dissimilar…
            “Very well… Naruto-kun…” She spoke in solemn resignation, and then shrugged her robe off one shoulder and used her hands to pull it off the other.
            “WHA~!!” Naruto’s eyes bugged out as she exposed her chest. True enough, that fishnet mesh that she wore beneath was a cover, but a very thin and transparent one; he could see the roundness as well as determining the location of her nipples exactly and their color.
            “Like this,” Shizune mumbled with cute shyness as she let drop her robe and extracted her undershirt. Her breasts bounced out, though they were not very large. They were high on her chest, pert with youth and modest size; it probably was useful to know medical jutsu to keep areas tight and regulated against the wrath of gravity. Little pink nipples where the breasts were fullest had already tightened to beads due to her anticipation. Every inch of her skin was receptive to the air and brush of cloth that came away. “Like this,” she repeated, standing with an arm consciously pulled across her midriff – which shoved one breast against the other in the awkward reach – and only in white fundoshi-style panties, “you’ll listen, right?”
            “What are you saying Nee-chan?!” Naruto exploded, unable to help his eyes from scanning her up and down, up and down, breasts to panties, breasts to panties. “What are you doing?! You-you can’t…!” He now looked around, like someone was going to jump out and say it was a weird prank, or Ero-Sennin was lurking with perverse intentions. He’d all but forgotten how it hurt to move after his rigorous Rasengan training. Joints shifting angrily, skin stinging from Chakra burns… He eventually blurted out, “What if Ero-Sennin comes in?!”
            No need to worry about that; she meticulously picked this time when he was engaged at a bar with Tsunade-sama, who would drink until the sun came up, so long as the bill was placed in front of someone else. So Shizune put on a brave face – one that was unconvincing – and said, “Don’t worry, Naruto-kun. We won’t—gulp!—we won’t be interrupted.” She moved toward him a step, further into the abundance of blue moonlight. “Now please, allow me to…” Her throat clutched. Tsunade-sama was better at seduction; so good at it that she rarely needed to do away with her clothes to convince a man to submit to her will. Shizune could only mimic the practices she’d seen and heard and was taught; Tsunade-sama’s lessons were usually given while under heavy intoxication, and those times, Shizune would blush and fuss that it was too much for her! If only she had known the weight of its importance at times like now…
            With little grace, she came down on Naruto, catching his legs between her thighs and pinning him beneath her. At once, realizing that she was smothering him – with what little chest she had – she sat up and profusely gave an apology, and then immediately wished she could take back that cowardly display. She needed to be resolute to her decisions, now that she had already put the boy underneath her hips. She could already feel his eagerness pressing up against his pajamas, leaning up against her crotch. “For-forgive me if my body is not what you were expecting.”
            Naruto wasn’t expecting this visit, much less her disrobing! And, stacked next to that old lady guised as a total, busty babe, he didn’t really have time to admire the mousey Nee-chan next to her. But, now that she was over him, he was paralyzed with youthful admiration. His grimacing mouth only got out nonsensical stammers as he eyed her breasts; he wasn’t even able to appreciate the full view of a naked woman like this! Those damn magazines he peeked at in shops usually had women only teasing their womanly attributes in skimpy bathing suits. The fullness of her chest, the exposure of her pert brown nipples… His throat felt rough and dry when he gulped, yet his mouth watered.
            Her hands were warm, cupping his. The sting of his hands was forgotten as she gently guided his touch onto her breast. Small, they were, but in his small hand, they were full and more than enough. “A-amazing” was all he managed to stutter out, astonished that his hand was fixed upon a woman’s naked body… and without the usual clobbering that ensued whenever he got close to the paradise known as the women’s bathhouse.
            The breast was squishy but also firm on Nee-chan’s chest; when he squeezed, his fingers sank into flesh, but when he squeezed too hard, Nee-chan flinched with a muted grunt. Immediately, he retracted his hand. “Ah! Sorry,” he said, looking worriedly between her and her breast.
            “It’s alright,” she quickly answered, and then reapplied his hand to her body with both of hers. Her smile was less reassuring than her efforts to keep him fondling her. “Please, keep…! Keep enjoying my body!” He could feel the heat of her blush racing down to her chest. She was forcing this, and while he wouldn’t decline the invitation, it did put a pressure on the atmosphere.
            “Well,” he gestated, and then added a hand on his own to the untouched breast. Once again, Shizune flinched, though not in response to excessive squeezing. He seemed to enjoy jostling what he held, bouncing them up in his palms like it was some kiddish game. After a while of a baffled look on his face, the whimsical O of his mouth stretched into a fascinated grin before he snickered and said, “They feel nice, alright!”
            This compliment perked up Shizune’s spirits. She smiled in spite of her shyness. “I’m, I’m glad, Naruto-kun!” She arched her back and pressed into his hands. Her body was definitely warm, but she also felt the distinctive heat on his hands. Not a normal, blushing heat; it was the heat of concentrated and overworked Chakra points, the results of his tireless endeavors of the Rasengan bet. Shizune could not forget why she was here in the first palce.
            “Naruto-kun!” She suddenly pressed forward, now leaning over him instead of merely sitting on his lap. His head was trapped between her arms as she loomed over him. Her breasts shoved into his hands, and his arms bent from her abrupt weight. He was cowed beneath her, though she was looking imploringly down at him. The thought to disengage her breasts did not occur to him. “If I allow you to do this…! If you are satisfied with me…!” She paused to swallow. “Please! Rescind your wager with Tsunade-sama!”
            Naruto gulped at her sudden declaration. He had thought they’d covered this when she first arrived, before she took her boobs out for him to touch. His apprehension relayed to her by the tension in his grip. He shrunk under her shadow and looked from her face to his hands holding her chest and back again. It seemed like an ultimatum: back out of the bet or let go of her boobs. His ninja way wouldn’t allow him to go back on his word, but…
            The inner conflict was apparent, and with resounding grit, he turned his head to one side and refused. “I can’t, alright!” Mechanically, rusted gears turning in the wrong direction, his hands disengaged, and he exhaled with a pained grunt. “The old lady disrespected the title of Hokage! I-I can’t let that slide!” Though he wasn’t holding her breasts now, she could still feel the heat of his scorched palms inches from her.
            Shizune, in turn, pursed her lips and meditated on his qualms. She wanted to assure him that there were a good many reasons why Tsunade-sama would disparage the reputable name and that she was hurting inside. But, was now the time to discuss that? Wasn’t it overstepping her bounds? Shizune had laid her chips on the table the moment the moment she slid her robes from her shoulders. She disregarded the idea to cover back up and retreat. She’d been taught by her gambling master “Putting your chips on the table, there’s no backing out! It’s not over until all cards are down!” And then Tsunade would find herself in deeper debt… but this was different! Shizune had the chance to sway the other player. She was mostly inexperienced, but Naruto-kun was young. She was the one in control, so…
            She thrust her chest into his stayed hands, reapplying them to her bosoms, much to Naruto’s apparent shock. He gave a soft grunt and looked up at her. Starlight twinkled in his mesmerized eyes, and she gave a blushing smile. “It’s,” she started, fumbled, and started again, “it’s alright… if you reconsider, Naruto-kun.”
            The stiff hands quaked, and then the fingers began to flex, steadily growing into a kneading motion. “It’s really okay?” He needed to be sure there wasn’t a fixed catch.
            “Of course,” she answered sweetly, tilting her head and letting her smile glow, accentuated by the cute little flush on her cheeks that made her seem so youthful. “Please, Naruto-kun…” She brushed her fingers against a whiskered cheek, thrilling him with a race of shivers. “Let me take care of you.”
            His heart beat against his ribs, loud like thunder in his ears. Not just her breasts in his hands, all of her was exciting him now. His cock, more than ever before, surged up in the close space where her thighs opened around him. The darned blanket still on him…!
            Carefully, Shizune descended, moving her limbs out accordingly to keep a steady descent, and eased her weight onto Naruto. His wince of pain at his injured hands bending and being squeezed between them was ignored by the both of them – even if it did concern her – until she laid fully upon him. His small frame was lost underneath her, but she wasn’t heavy; she actually felt comfortable on him. He really liked it, and her breasts were just under his chin. After swallowing some drool, he turned his head and nuzzled against the cleavage formed by the compression of her tits. “They’re so soft~” he droned dreamily. He’d easily fall asleep against them if not for the uncomfortable stiffness that was pressing up against his covers. And she smelled nice; not her subtle perfume, but the scent of woman underneath. Unconsciously, his tongue lulled out and dragged against her sternum. If he had the opportunity, he’d find his way to one of her light-brown nipples, but Nee-chan was on the move.
            She sat up with an obvious itch to cross an arm over her breasts to retain some modesty. Her weight pressed on his thighs, but she balanced on her knees so as not to harm anything – him or her self-esteem should he comment on her (non-existent) heaviness. She blushingly pardoned her interrupting his fondling, and then reached for his blanket. Young Naruto propped himself up on his elbows, his chest starting to heave as she methodically rolled down the sheets. “Um…” She hesitated when it came down to his waist, where her body obstructed the continued descent. She chose to sidestep, embarrassed of the slip of her outfit that flashed her inner thighs and a hint of her underwear, but now knelt at his bedside like a wife as she did two more rolls to uncover him.
            Naruto was thoroughly embarrassed himself now. He preyed on the women’s bathhouse out of boyhood interest; the dynamics of reversing the roles stunned him. One leg curled up in an effort to lessen the pronunciation of his bulge.
            Shizune was neither impressed nor disappointed in what she saw. He was young; there was no need to expect something massive, and if it was, she might’ve been scared away. The little experience she had made the issue of men (and boys) still fresh and new for her. So to her, the pointed lift at the front of his pajamas – regardless of the positioning of his legs trying to tuck it – was significant.
            Carefully, she looked up from his erection, though she made a slight gain toward it with a hand before it fisted on the mat beneath him, and surveyed his expression. Like her, he wasn’t entirely sure about this and was rosy-cheeked. She decided to give them both an out, to fold their respective hands and take back the chips already in play. “We… we don’t need to… if you don’t want…” Tsunade-sama would be disappointed in her lack of resolve.
            For a moment, she believed Naruto was about to nod and yank the covers back up over his body like a shield. He really did look like he was going to take that out. She was like her mentor to underestimate him so completely. Naruto might have been anxious, but he wasn’t about to kowtow because of someone else’s insecurities. He shook his head vehemently and declared, “I won’t back down, alright!” He grabbed the waistband of his pajamas, took a moment to steel his resolve – which also gave Shizune to prepare, her lips drawing in a nervous line and her eyes waiting expectantly for the reveal – and scooched out of his bottoms.
            His dick wagged into view. Stout in stature, but stubbornly swollen and pointing straight up. His girth was more than her thumb, and for her, eight centimeters (around four inches) wasn’t something to scoff at. It piqued her interest regardless and held her unwavering attention
            To be perfectly honest, Naruto didn’t entirely know what to do at this point, though health class was the only time he paid any real attention to the lectures; at least when pictures of women were put up on the board. A ninja must know the anatomy thoroughly, after all. By his understanding, Nee-chan should now underdress, lie back, and let him insert his dick in a designated slot between her legs. Supposedly, he thought with a heavy gulp of expectancy, it felt really good.
            But Nee-chan didn’t recline or suggest that they switch spots. She didn’t even fully undress. Instead, pardoning herself for being so forthcoming, she reached the rest of the distance to hold his little erection. She held it daintily, though, with just the tips of her finger and thumb like any more than a featherlight grip would harm him. He, of course, jolted at the feeling. His solution for this throbbing sensation when alone was always to bump it against his mattress – he was usually afflicted at home in bed, usually during lewd fantasies involving Sakura-chan. He had drifted off or was ogling the diligently notetaking Sakura-chan during the brief lectures about masturbation.
            Shizune stroked him, bunching his foreskin up over his head before rolling it all back down to completely expose the mushroom tip. “If you’ll allow me, Naruto-kun… I wish to begin.”
            “Begin?”
            She nodded once and then looked down at her stilled hand and the rod in her possession. Inwardly, she honestly hoped to do a good job for him, and then slowly swooped down. The young Genin immediately jumped with worry and begged for her intentions. “What’re you doing, alright?!” He needn’t worry. She held back her short hair with one hand, tucking it behind her ear, and caressed the round head of his prick with friendly circles of her tongue. At once, he held his tongue for fear that this abrupt, new, and exhilarating sensation would end if she took the time to respond to him. No, this was better than her explaining. All at once, he trusted her methods and relaxed, dropping his guards with a moan and a sigh. It felt good when the tip of her tongue lapped at his little slot, but it also felt really good when she rounded him, leaving gentle saliva where she way wander.
            He doesn’t seem to dislike it… Shizune tried not to be thrilled that he was enjoying himself. The man she had done this to before – an inconsequential no one who had a sweet way of talking but was gone by morning – praised her efforts, but seemed fine to rush her to the main event. She wasn’t very good, or so she thought. Naruto’s flowing moans and gasps were actually quite encouraging to her. For her, she could actually believe she could convince him out of his deal with Tsunade-sama if she did a fine enough job! Men were stupidest in the throes of passion! Or so Tsunade-sama always said.
            Emboldened by his wordless approval, Shizune retracted her tongue and put her mouth over him. He was so small, she took him all in with an unintentionally swift gulp. Always take your time so that he starts to beg, Tsunade’s drunken advice echoed in her head, but once again, Naruto defied expectation and howled out in pleasure.
            “That’s…!” He stared down his body at her, his face glowing red. His dick had completely disappeared in her mouth like she meant to eat it, but aside from some novice grazes against her teeth, he wasn’t worried in the slightest of her oral handling of his boyhood.
            Shizune, when her nose brushed his short pubic hair, winced with a muted moan. It wasn’t like she stuffed her mouth full, after all. He was entirely encased in her mouth with room to spare, but she had started to salivate and had to tighten her lips around him, lest she slobber like an indecent woman. But would a decent woman even be in this position? She mentally admonished herself. A decent woman wouldn’t stoop to this debauchery, let alone feel the wet heat radiating from beneath her panties. She whined some more, but focused on the prick in her mouth. If she let her concentration sway, she just may push a hand down between her thighs and start playing with her aching snatch while Naruto-kun watched.
            Poor Shizune was inept at oral sex. Her single technique was the up-and-down of a pursed-up mouth. Her tongue stuck to the bottom of her mouth when it could be lavishing and spreading the ample spittle around him. She could loosen her jaw and let him revel in the plumpness of her lips instead of keeping them locked and thin. But in her favor was Naruto’s inexperience and excitement. The rushing adrenaline had him savoring every sensation, and of course it didn’t hurt that she was a beauty with a decent-sized chest – when not stacked up against her mentor. Put against Sakura-chan, Nee-chan was a bounty of maturity and sensuality.
            Up and down, up and down, no more than an inch or two at a time… Shizune breathed through her nose as she made her rapid paces. Naruto-kun was sputtering and twitching, but she remained diligently focused on running her mouth over him, as if expecting that he’d pay heed to her initial appeal out of frantic desperation.
            She was so engrossed in her method that when the sharp tang hit her tongue, she instantly retreated. Her eyes had sprung open to find the boy writhing on the bed, gasping and pushing his hips in a wild, thrusting motion. And then the second wallop of wet white struck at her face and decorated her cheek. He’s… he’s ejaculating! she finally came to the obvious. He seemed in such desperate throes; she felt compelled to aid him through it. As best as she could, she fisted his small, throbbing member and jerked him hysterically, aiding unpracticed muscles to jet out the contents of his small sac. She warily kept out of his range, though. The thick bit running down her cheek was enough, as was the bitter burn when she reflexively swallowed the first burst that coated her tongue.
            It should have been expected, this being his first release – assuming he did not have any wet dreams – but Shizune was rather astounded that such an amount of semen could be produced by two underdeveloped testicles. Her jerky ministrations had produced haphazard targets; some of it getting on his legs, some of it on his top and at his biju seal, some on the bedding. She held her breath until the tense boy relaxed and there was naught but pearly dewdrops developing at his slit instead of vigorous blasts. She now relaxed herself, sighing heavily while still handling his dick. But realizing it was still in her possession, she bashfully released it, trying not to be too mortified by the webbing of his discharge that clung to her. She held the saturated hand out away from her, before she could habitually clutch her hands to her breasts in insecurity.
            The boy was only breathing heavily; not moving otherwise, not even looking at anything. Swallowing nervously – which reminded her of the batter that scalded her throat on the way down – she asked, “Are you okay, Naruto-kun?” Then she pressed her lips together expectantly. It was his first, so maybe she should apply some medical jutsu to revive him.
            “Amazing, Nee-chan,” he breathlessly answered as a smile grew on his face. Weakly, he propped himself up to face her. His liveliness shone in his dazzling eyes, and he snickered a little. “I thought at first I needed to use the restroom. Hee-hee!” They both shared a blush at the crude observation. “But… but that was different… right?” Now he showed some modicum of concern.
            Shizune, with an affinity for cute things, couldn’t help but return the grin, albeit a shy one. She looked off to the side and explained, “That discharge was… an ejaculation… the male part of… conceiving a baby.” Ignorantly, that hand that was sticky with cum was used to push at her hair; she realized the mistake too late and grimaced at the sensation of semen being streaked through her hair. But no time to dawdle on that; not when Naruto-kun was looking pale. She quickly waved both hands in front of her and said, “No, no! It-it has to be… inside me.” Her voice lowered. Sometimes she blabbed too quickly; Tsunade-sama told her so.
            “Hmm!” Naruto folded his arms, now sitting up and making his squinty look of concentration. “So it has to be inside of you…” The blue of his eyes returned as he looked up at her. “Then that wasn’t sex.”
            Shizune, keeping her trap shut, shook her head no. “That was… that was…” She put a finger to her bottom lip – one that wasn’t covered in his goo – and thought of how to describe it for him to understand. “It was… a simulation… of sex…” She hadn’t come here expected to recite a sex ed course. The Academy really had failed him if he was struggling in biology basics.
            “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully again. “I see, alright…” There was a dramatic pause, and she noted the shade of pink had gone up amongst his whiskers. Wheels and cogs were turning in that little mind of his. She didn’t think to interrupt him, though she could guess what he was imagining. It was a substitute for sex, not the real thing. In his terms, it would be like ordering pork ramen… but the pork was tofu. Maybe it was good, but it wasn’t the real thing.
            Whimpering a little, prophesizing what was likely to come, Shizune closed her legs tighter together. The lusty ache of her womanhood was encouraging her to refamiliarize herself with her fingers like on so many lonely nights when Tsunade-sama was passed out drunk. Yet here, she’d a willing participant; young, but still willing. And really, ninja were expected to gain early experience, with such a brief life expectancy even in times of peace.
            The bright blues were on her again, but Naruto couldn’t say the words. They were trapped behind fumbling lips, jumbled as unintelligible murmurs. If he couldn’t say them – couldn’t ask them – was it an out for her?
            “Would you… be willing to try?” Shizune asked for him, her sensibility scolding her brash action. But she couldn’t blame herself! Not when it was by her own will that she arrived at his door and by her own hand that she was halfway undressed already. If she could take it back, she probably would. Her resolve was spent on Tsunade-sama; none could be spared for herself.
            “Really, Nee-chan?!” Naruto beamed brightly with a very sincere, elated smile. Yes, that was the question he had meant to ask, but was too nervous to say it outright. He couldn’t read women well. He’d said so many things he had meant to flatter Sakura-chan, but wound up with aches and pains all over. Snickering excitedly, he scratched a finger at his whiskers. “I guess you really are a lot nicer than Baa-chan, alright.”
            She wasn’t quite sure that it was good to be complimented like that, but Shizune decided not to take offense to it. He was well-meaning, after all, just a little clumsy and foolhardy. She clutched at her breast, felt the warm slick of his leftover cum, and thought to clean her hand first. The scent of his potent seed was heavy on her and the taste lingered on her tongue.
            Tenderly, she got up. Naruto looked questioningly at her, worrying that she was leaving, when instead she smiled a forced smile at him and said, “L-let me just clean up a little first.” She hurried as quick as she could to the complimentary water basin. What am I doing? she asked herself, losing that composure now that Naruto was at her back. She was beet red from her forehead down. Her ears burned and a hot sweat had taken her whole body. What kind of pervert am I? She couldn’t come up with an answer and just kept cleaning her hands in the water, though it did seem to make the cum stick more stubbornly to her skin. Warm water might have done a better job… But she got her hands clean enough, and then used a dry rag to blot away the blob rolling from her cheek to jawline.
            She observed her reflection in the mirror above the basin, acknowledged her apprehension and the resolve that still flickered with the hope that she could save Naruto’s life by getting him to back out of the bet, and then took a deep breath to puff out her chest – her naked breasts wobbled a little – and put on her sternest look. I can do this! She rotated to address the boy in waiting, and then broke with a bug-eyed “Aiee~!!”
            Naruto, at some discomfort at using his aching hands, had entirely disrobed and was currently in speculation of the stuff that had shot out of his penis. Not urine at all; he was perplexed and enthralled by the texture of the bright-white substance. He tested it between his finger and thumb, stretched it out and comparing it to slime or snot. It smelled strong and not appealing to him at all! “But some of it went into her mouth, right?” He couldn’t recall seeing her spit any out… which meant she swallowed it… right? Maybe the flavor was better than the scent, so he tried it. … At once, he paled and seemed ill. He gagged and spat up the sampling.
            His antics were… cute… and made Shizune look of shock switch to a pleasant giggle. The taste wasn’t preferable to her either, but she could tolerate him better than he could. She’d bring a towel over for him, to wipe up the mess. It was her fault in the first place, stroking him in such a frenzy and not thinking to catch it all in a towel or tissue. Well, that was her reasoning, anyway. But it was when Naruto was lamenting that she had to swallow it because of him that there might be a better solution.
            “I made her swallow that,” he griped, still unpleased by his own flavor, distracted to realize her approach to his side until she sat aside him and touched his back. He blinked and turned to her, meeting a quite genuine smile of reassurance. She had brought the towel with her, but it was set down, and without a word, she bowed and went to work. Naruto gasped when her tongue lapped at his belly, through the thickest patch of cum. She curled her tongue, catching a good amount and carrying it into her mouth. She pointedly gulped it down and went for another serving. “N-Nee-chan,” he gasped in disbelief. She went for the gooey puddles, cleansing him of them one after another, licking and sometimes pressing her mouth to quietly slurp the amount dry. His abdomen first, and then lower to the few splashes on his thighs. She totally ignored his cock – which hadn’t lost its potency even after the ejaculation – and only licked at the places where his cum landed. She might be ignoring the source of interest, but there was something about the visual that stimulated him; much like the view of a sunset from a cliffside could ignite inspiration and captivation. Naruto’s cock throbbed and hoped to be given a merciful kiss at least; Shizune was ignorant to its plight, instead licking clean the final patch from his thigh, tilting her head back, and unconsciously making a show of her throat flexing as his semen traveled from mouth to belly.
            Her throat was burning from so much swallowing. How women could do that so often in pleasure houses, she did not know, but maybe chasing it with alcohol was the trick? She wouldn’t know. So, suppressing an urge to gag at the strong taste, she wiped delicately at the corner of her mouth with a fingertip, smiled at Naruto, and said, “Thank you, Naruto-kun.”
            Naruto understood how that four-eyed closet pervert felt when assailed by the Harem Jutsu. That look of hers nearly had him taken by a nosebleed; thankfully, the blood flow was concentrated elsewhere. Maybe a nosebleed could translate to a sudden, white eruption from his little staff, now that he knew what it was capable of.
            He wanted to lean in for a kiss, she looked so beautiful in the moonlight, staring up at him with glistening eyes, a cute and modest blush, and lips shining and full. But that may have been too audacious and intimate… not to mention, her mouth and lips probably tasted like that bitter slime. It was better to just let her take the lead and teach him.
            But, while bold enough to engage in the event, Shizune wasn’t sure that she was fit to straddle him and ride like bold, experienced women; never mind the fact that Naruto was so small and narrow that she’d probably slip off of him constantly until both of them were put out of the mood. So with great humiliation, Shizune’s glowing eyes vanished beneath her bangs as she quietly beseeched him, “Could you… stand up, Naruto-kun?”
            “Stand up?” repeated the blond boy, cocking his head to one side. Well, it certainly wasn’t any outlandish request; he did as he was asked. He stood up, which put the seated woman at eyeline with his stomach.
            She was glad he was so accommodating for her. But she had to look off to the side, shy about finishing her undressing. Undoing the sash, her robe slipped off completely to lie on the floor in a heap. That still left the matter of her light-blue panties. She was embarrassed not to have worn something more flattering; from what she had known of Jiraiya-sama, she probably could have gotten him out of this wager by merely flashing some gaudy underwear. (That wouldn’t be the case for a self-proclaimed Super Pervert, but let the naïve believe what they wanted.)
            But Naruto-kun was nonetheless impressed by her almost-nude figure. Maybe not busty and curvaceous, but her hips had the breadth of a woman’s, and her legs were shapely and long. With staggering hesitance, she crawled onto his bedding. It was still warm from where he had previously rested, but her frame was larger than his lasting imprint.
            Naruto couldn’t help covering his face to try to mute his look of awe. The woman laid out before him, one leg curling cutely against the other to try to hide her underwear while she also attempted to conceal her breasts under an arm. And he also could not help but notice that his own cock had never been this hard before. Normally, it stuck out straight in front of him until he could be distracted enough that it would just go away. Now it was rising and pointing up to his face; worrisome when he thought of how it might spit out its nasty white. Nee-chan might like it, though… and maybe he might like it if she licked it off his face.
            “Um, allow me,” Shizune said after a good while of gestating.
            Naruto gushed when she slid her thumbs under either side of her panties’ elastic waistband. She lifted her posterior slightly, allowing the descent to happen. Curious to his inquisitive gaze was the darkened patch at the crotch. Had she had an accident, and that was why she was so timid about letting him observe her? He decided not to think on it, now putting all attention to the unveiling of her genitals. Firstly, he noticed the dark hair; a thick, triangular patch whereas he was barely starting to sport any hair at all. He’d always seen them bald in the more intense magazines he could barely get a gander at. He styled his Sexy Jutsu after that, but there was nothing bad about a mound furred like this. And then there was the mound itself, interesting to him because it was absent of the stick and carriage he had. And most fascinating of all were the lips, slender and pink, wet and sticky, clinging to her descending panties, yet they also seemed plumped and inviting.
            Without subtlety, he leaned intrusively to get a better look at the splendor. And after a dry gulp, when Shizune had taken off the blue undies, he could only think to say “Amazing…”
            Though it was a compliment, Shizune receded and covered herself up. She couldn’t believe she had done it. She couldn’t believe she had gotten rid of her last shred of clothing with such certainty. More than that, she couldn’t believe she could still be lying there in wait. Naruto might have detected it, though not have known the reason, but she was already coursing wet. The moment her panties were removed, her essence seeped from her, the opening flaring and slick. Tucking her head to one shoulder, mewling in shame, she felt her oversaturation spilling across her hidden hole; warm and slick.
            Now came the awkward pause. Both were ready; she need only glance briefly to see that Naruto’s young body was willing and capable to perform for her. An embarrassing thought, though not as bad as his penis slouching when in the presence of her naked glory. She wasn’t exactly flattered, but she wasn’t at all offended.
            It’d take some grit in prying her nervous knees apart and divulging her womanhood. She started once, then twice, and before she attempted the third and final time, she whimpered but her legs fell open, making a sort of pathway to their juncture. As if to commit wholly to her candidness, she also brought her arms down stiffly at her sides. It might have been better to reach up to him, to embrace him. She didn’t – or couldn’t – think of it at the time.
            “Just lie on top of me, Naruto-kun,” she instructed meekly.
            As expected, Naruto couldn’t rush to the act. It was still a very brave and unexpected event. At the same time, he was a young boy at the earliest stages of a hormone-driven development. He wouldn’t say no. As bade, he rounded her to wind up at the foot of the bed so that he could get a look up to where he was instructed to go. Of course, with her legs splayed so indecently open, she recoiled, slapping her hands onto her blushing cheeks and begged him, “Please, don’t look so much, Naruto-kun!”
            That was a request he could not swiftly obey. The splendor of a woman! Maybe Ero-Sennin wasn’t so strange for going loopy for women after all. Naruto was entranced, after all. He had to suck on his lips to keep from drooling. Finally, before Shizune’s modesty could force her legs closed, he said, “Here I go, alright.”
            Shizune tensed up more than she ought to have, more than when he was staring and more than when he was coddling her breasts. He crawled over her, a heavy heat coming from his body. Maybe by instinct after all, he wound up lying almost in the perfect spot; maybe he came up a little short, determined to comfortably rest his head on the soft hills of her chest rather than line up appropriately. He sighed with that cozy smile of his when he put his cheek upon her tit. “So warm~”
            He’d already done this. How could he bypass the real intention of lying on top of her? She almost could excuse it all and let him rest, if only to idle the time away. But the truth of it was… her pussy needed him now! Even if she rushed out of the room and touched herself to squealing orgasm, she doubted it’d sate her the way his little cock could. She wanted someone running his cock through her folds, and Naruto-kun was a willing and perhaps even admirable partner. She therefore took it upon herself to amend their situation, scotting beneath him, taking him from the pillow of her chest, and setting their sexes against one another. Naruto’s tip wasn’t exactly at her entrance, yet he seemed all the same pleased – gargling and drooling with a goofy smile – when his head pressed into the supple flesh of her pubic mound. His delight was all well, but Shizune took it in hand to correct him. And that benefitted the both of them to gasp. True, Shizune knew what a difference it was to take a real man, but his boyhood prodding through her folds was more than her fingers’ reach could conjure.
            And for Naruto, it seemed like he could burst right then and there! How could there be such a drastic difference between mouth and womanhood?! The sheathe was tight around him, the velvety walls swollen and flexing. “That feels so good, Nee-chan!” He was arching off of her sternum, pressing needfully with his hips, surging as deep as he could go and wishing he had more to spend! His balls bunched up outside her snatch. Maybe he could fit them in as well! “Ahh!!” Instinctively, he began to pound Shizune, no manner of finesse or technique; just raw, instinctual rutting.
            Shizune’s knees pulled up around him, bracing him and narrowing the path of his flailing to avoid slipping. It wasn’t like he could pull out very far, but when he did accidentally unroot himself, he was quick to return and resume his pounding. Most of all, she liked how he came against her clit when he went all the way in. Her pussy made loud, moist squelches, sending off drops of her liquid arousal when he collided or receded. He was so frantic, and her so starved for affection, that she had to say it, cry for it before she could be swayed elsewise. “Naruto-kun, please, take it out when you’re about to…!” She trailed off, cringing as a pleasant mini-orgasm curled down to her toes. She held onto his small, bucking body.
            Whatever pleas or instructions she had to give, Naruto’s ears were deaf to; or maybe it was his mind that shut off reason. He wanted nothing but to experience this pleasure over and over! He struck deep, held his hips tight against hers, trying to dig in deeper. His sac could hardly slip into the snug entrance. But they did get coated in the substance abundant within her.
            “It feels so good, alright!”
            “Take it out!” Shizune knew exactly what it meant when Naruto-kun’s hips started to stall. She’d pump him and let him expel all over her body; even her face! She was willing to compromise! Just not…!
            Inside!!
            Naruto groaned deep, and Shizune knew it was too late. Maybe he wasn’t firing off directly at her cervix, but he had plenty in stock to surge up her channel and swamp the thirsty passage. “No~!” she wailed while contradictorily seizing her arms around him and grasping his hips with her thighs. If he wanted to come out and spill the rest over her, he wouldn’t be able to fight against her persistent legs. So, with her unspoken permission, he buried his face between her tits and groaned out the rest of his release inside of her. There was a separate wash that seemed to coincide with the pitch of her moans, but he wasn’t sure what it meant. All that mattered to him was setting his salty goo deep inside of her. But now that he thought about it, wasn’t that what made babies? He just grunted and kept himself within. The walls around were condensing, making the space even tighter than when he first plunged in.
            After that thrilling experience of unmatched relief, Naruto collapsed on Shizune with a shared “Oomph!” He was pleasantly cushioned by her tits on either side of his head as he panted – hard to do when in such a close space, but he managed – and she was reeling herself, an arm draped lazily over her brow, basking under his slight weight in the much-needed afterglow of sex. The performance was quick, but satisfying. And risky; she had to tend to the matter sloshing around inside of her, or else she and Tsunade-sama might have a fourth joining their evasive troupe.
            After a moment, she held her breath and screwed her eyes shut. She was anticipating a wave of shame and guilt at what she had just done. She faltered to baser desires after coming on an otherwise noble mission. Yet she did not feel it; she did not feel the repercussions of laying with this young boy. Sure, there was the sensation that it was wrong, but under her natural doubt was certainly the thrill of excitement at being naughty. Perhaps to jumpstart her morality, she thought to address the matter of the necklace again, hoping to veer off of the awkwardness of parting and gestating on things to say to each other afterwards. Not like this was about to blossom into a relationship or anything…
            “I want to do it again, alright!” he jabbered before she had even spoken his name fully. Her eyes widened at his abrupt proclamation.
            “You-you can’t be serious?!” Even she needed a break after that experience, and he had already cum twice! She needed a moment at least to enact a contraceptive Jutsu! But Naruto was already on the move, snuggling up against her breasts, wiping his face back and forth between them while his hips began rocking again. Sure enough, his cock was still swollen. It even felt like it had grown! Not by much, but Shizune could swear he was striking deeper into her than before, churning his cum and sending it further inside of her.
            “Naruto-kun,” she implored, curling her body against his, hugging him with arms and legs to keep him trapped. “You need to rest!” She needed it more than him.
            He shook his head between her tits. “I can keep going!” Like it was training and he had something to prove, he fucked Shizune into the mat. She came quicker this time than last time, only lasting a few pumps before she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and screamed in rapture. That unexplainable wetness returned, splashing up against his throbbing pelvis; he was left to assume that if a man did that when feeling good, a woman must as well. He was glad to have given her that sensation, but he wasn’t sure he’d be as willing as her to lick it up if it tasted as strangely as his own.
            Naruto came again with little reservation. He didn’t try to prostrate and hold himself off. He just wanted to experience the feeling again and again, such a new and exotic kind of pleasure. Nee-chan didn’t resist like before, even verbally. She just wheezed, stared down intently between their bodies as a new batch of warmth flowed up into her, and then let him carry on. “Still?!” she slurred. He hardly skipped a beat after cumming. He just chuckled pompously and said it felt too good to not want more.
            Now loaded with two ejaculations, working on a third, Shizune finally decided to dismiss her modesty. Naruto was in her, and that wasn’t going to change soon, so she might as well enjoy it to the fullest. Therefore, she started to train him on new things about sex; not really speaking, but just switching up her position. She started by grabbing the backs of her knees and hoisting them up, demonstrating that just this simple hitch could change the depths and angle of his thrusts. Naruto was awed and came almost instantly from this position. Shizune felt filled, her uterus supping more and more of his seed, she could almost sense the frantic search for one of her precious eggs. She kept her legs elevated for a little while, after Naruto gave that breath of relief after a job well done. She had to assume that he was done; four times was impressive for any man, after all. So she started to let her legs down, and Naruto’s prick slid out of her puffy slot. With his vacating, she drooled the milky surplus that did not make it into her womb, sliding down over her compressed cheeks or along the fissure, coating her anus as well.
            Breathing deep several times, trying to regulate her pulse and bring her back to her senses, she glanced at the boy now sitting back on his haunches. His face was puzzled, as it should be when looking down; she, on the other hand, freaked out when she looked and saw that his cum-streaked cock was still ready and able! How was it even possible?! She was underestimating the stamina of not only a Jinchuriki in unstable youth, but also an Uzumaki. And had he grown?! What had once not been much larger than a finger now seemed filled out, a little longer and thicker; not much but… Was it instead her perception, like he seemed more manly now that he had laid her?... Was it Genjutsu?
            He looked pitiably at her, the bug-eyed expression on her face discouraging to his intentions. Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, he asked, “Is it alright if we keep going?”
            After overcoming her expressed shock, she almost answered with an immediate “Yes!” but for the bit of common sense and duty that had been unearthed by her sated orgasms. Her legs closed somewhat; they leaned against his blocking frame. “Naruto-kun, it’s just that I’m worried…”
            “I can keep going!” he answered immediately, pumping both fists energetically to his chest, looking desperately for her approval. “I’m not tired at all!” He was somewhat winded, but that wasn’t really much of an issue.
            She swallowed and tried to ignore his stubborn little erection. “It’s not that. It’s the bet. I still want you to…”
            Naruto already rolled his eyes in agitation. “Hmph! I already said no”—He pried her legs apart, aimed, and slid back into the puddle of his own making inside of her—“and I won’t change my mind, alright!” He was already stuffing her and she had already forgotten what she had even asked. She could deny him, use his need for her body to persuade him, but she might falter, and he would find her more enthused for him than believed.
            So she let him have his way with her. His hands became busier than before; rather than just brace his weight, he grabbed her tits or felt her sides or held her waist. He even found that he enjoyed cupping her butt cheeks when he was pitching himself forward, driving by his knees.
            He was lasting longer now, and Shizune was all for it. When he took a momentary breather to brush at the sweat at his forehead, she introduced him to the enjoyment of new positions. She wasn’t thrilling and still couldn’t bring herself to ride him, but she felt bold enough at least to rise up on her hands and knees and face her posterior toward him. “You just sit up,” she instructed him shyly, though maybe ‘sit up’ wasn’t accurate for someone so short in comparison, “and… put it in like before.”
            Naruto instead had to do it in a deep crouch. Not like he minded. He pointed his pecker forward, got it to her entrance, and said “Like this?” before surging in. His force made her whole body buck. “Ah! Yes!” she answered in return. And it turned out that he very much liked this position. He previously stated a claim that he did not like that he didn’t have access to her boobs, but he found that when he reached around, there was a more ample purchase of them in his hands; he could feel them fill his palms with their weight and squishy goodness! And they swung gently, too! And even if he relinquished them and righted himself – easier to thrust like this – he always could enjoy the view of her pert ass spread, the elusive hole displayed with his sloppy cum smeared over it. He beat her pussy over and over, his balls bounding against her clit when he rammed in deep.
            Trembling now, Shizune wasn’t sure what amount of time had passed. The first three of his completions were done within a matter of minutes that must not have acquainted to fifteen altogether! Now, she could swear they were going to reach a solid two-hour meeting since she had first walked in! And it was no question that it had all been a delight, from her abandoning inhibitions to him taking pleasure in merely touching her and experiencing her unrefined techniques to her now bending over for him to readily send more of his seed into her packed womb. Still though, as her arms’ durability ran out and she was forced to prostrate as he continued against her ass – “Ha! Nee-chan’s getting tired~” – she had to ask the question: Does he ever get tired?! How can someone so young go this long?! She lost the question when she moaned out her pleasure at another load squirting into her.
            She was bested, now more of a tool than a participant. Her muscles were shaky and unreliable. She couldn’t even keep up on her knees and had fallen to the side. Naruto, unable to persuade her otherwise, settled to turn her hips halfway, hugging one leg to his body while straddling her other thigh. “One more time, alright,” he wheezed, got a numbed nod in return, and slid in. He reacted like he hadn’t been fucking her for the last two hours, exhaling loudly and jubilating in the gooey feeling of her wrapping around him. Shizune was actually too tuckered out to cum again; it was more like he was winding her down now as he planted one more string of cum in the walls to rush down the insides of her legs.
            It wasn’t one more time like he had asked for. He took a breather, seemed content as he lay next to her, but he was up and rowdy again. And for whatever strength she had collected in the breaks of this marathon, she obliged him with stances and positions in her repertoire; not extensive, but Naruto was constantly pleased.
            “You had a busy night.”
            It wasn’t the sunlight streaming directly over her face that woke her. Shizune only came from her needed rest at the voice of her master. Slowly, she stirred, blinking and then squinting against the pesky sunray. When had she fallen asleep? There was a strong, spunky taste in her mouth… She remembered, near the end, allowing Naruto to drip his cum into her mouth. Naruto… The boy was snuggled on her chest, snoring softly with a great big smile and a possessive handful of her left breast. He seemed at peace and rather cute; a shame to try to wake him on her account…
            But then she realized what had woken her in the first place! She sat up – Naruto flopped, undisturbed, onto his back – and swung to meet Tsunade-sama sitting outside the sun’s reach, against a wall and handling a bottle of sake. “Tsu-Tsunade-sama!!” jabbered the bug-eyed apprentice, hardly thinking of throwing her arms around herself or yanking the blanket up for cover. She was saturated with the presence of nightlong sex! Sweat, cum, spit!
            “I must have missed out,” slurred the drunken blonde, running an arm under her drooling lips. She grinned, though she looked like she was seconds from passing out as she leaned forward, stressing her robes against the weight of her hefty tits. “It would have been more fun here than out with Jiraiya.”
            “J-Jiraiya-sama?” Where was the old pervert, now that he was mentioned? Shizune would have figured the two fellow Sannin would have stuck together with their third prowling so nearby.
            “Oh,” Tsunade’s eyes rolled up in consideration, “he offered to pay… but he lost his wallet or something.” The wallet was clearly visible in between her breasts. “He’s stuck at the shack until he finishes the dishes. Tch! What a boring night.” She scratched at her head, recounting all the ways Jiraiya bored her. Even his perversions had grown stale. She’d gotten this knockout body to spite him – as well as gaining some biological advantages in combat – showing off tits that he’d only ogle for the rest of his life and never touch. Always be careful who you tease about being flat-chested.
            “Now…” Her eyes returned to her protégé with predatory intent. Shizune flinched and felt a cold sweat overtake her. Tsunade upended the sake bottle – it was almost empty already – finished the contents with a brutal sigh, and discarded it. “Let’s see what this boy’s learned from you.”
            “Aiee~!”
            Naruto was in for a rude and then wonderful awakening, and a full day’s worth of training without the Rasengan.
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