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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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Sakura drank a little from her tequila sunrise and studied the crowd. 'So this is what The Three Kings looks like during performance nights,' she thought. There were more guards than usual—two at the entrance, four at the "corridor of princes," two per king in the second floor for a total of six and around six to eight more for crowd control. Several rows of seats were made available, spawning a good fraction of the dancing area. From what the kunoichi heard, there were even a few reserved ones. She scanned the names earlier and was excited to see Miyako's among them.
The brunette, truth be told, was a bit nervous for Kiba. Up until their separation about two hours earlier, the handsome jōnin was still in the dark as to the nature of his "welcoming rites." Kai and Kyosuke knew, obviously, but they told her they were forbidden to say anything. Kyoko herself only giggled and blushed underneath her kimono sleeve when the dog-nin inquired her about it earlier.
"There sure are a lot of people tonight," a male voice said, "Everybody's excited to see this ridiculously hung Platinum King Kyoko's been advertising."
The medical-nin whirled around to see Eiji. "Hey," she said.
"Are you sure you wanna see this?" the amber-eyed hunk asked, genuine concern lacing his deep bass voice, "The performances are pretty hardcore, particularly for the kings."
"Don't worry about me," the green-eyed beauty said, "Okay, so Tuesdays are hardcore nights, Fridays are masturbation nights and Saturdays are fetish nights, right?"
The broad-shouldered bartender nodded. "Remember, though, that those themes only apply to the kings. The princes always do solo performances. The performances start at nine o'clock and each prince is given around five to ten minutes. At around ten, the kings perform, and they are given ten to fifteen minutes each with a ten-minute gap between performances. Hiring of the entertainers begins at around midnight, giving the kings about at least an hour to rest up. As you can see, though, bidding for slots starts as soon as the club is opened. Every room is under surveillance and every person who goes into the rooms are scanned for possible harmful objects."
"Bidding?" the kunoichi asked, looking at the booth at the far end of the room which leads to the "corridor of princes." True enough, there a bunch of people writing on small slips of paper and giving it to the person behind the counter.
"The 'rental period' lasts until around five o'clock in the morning and everything is closed at six o'clock. There are five-minute, ten-minute, fifteen-minute, half-hour and full-hour slots which are available for bidding, in ascending order of importance. A full-hour slot costs more than two half-hour slots, and so on. If five people happen to bid for full-hour slots, then it's too bad for the smaller fries. If more than five bid full-hour slots, then the top five biggest bids get the slots. The bigger the offer, the earlier the time slot because the kings have much more energy at that time. Kyoko has posted an age limit of forty. We don't want anybody dying from heart attacks or strokes in here. There's also supposed to be an eighteen-and-above-only rule, but a few young ones pay large sums just to get in."
Sakura looked at her watch. 'Twelve minutes to ten,' she noted. 'It begins soon.'

Haruno Sakura didn't want to admit it, but she was bored. She checked her watch for the nth time as the rest of the club cheered and screamed for Taichi, the last of the eight princes. As expected, every single performer was well-built and handsome. As for their cocks, they ranged from Takehiko's not-too-shabby seven and a quarter inches to Taichi's somewhat impressive nine inches. However, being with the consummate lover had rendered her relatively jaded, it seemed. As the brown-haired man continued to grind his erect member against the metallic pole, the kunoichi wondered what had happened to Sano.
Taichi's moans assumed a crescendo, and with it, the screams of the audience. The green-eyed beauty watched with little interest as Taichi's brown eyes screwed shut. With a grunt, he climaxed, his seed splattering against his abs. The audience roared with him as his member twitched in his hands. His load spent, the brunet eyed the crowd lustfully before the lights dimmed out. The applause lingered for a few seconds more, and then, was gone.
The brown-haired kunoichi eyed Miyako's seat and frowned upon seeing that it was still empty. 'Kiba's show is about to start soon. Where the hell is that slutty teenager?' she thought.
As if on cue, a well-dressed trio made their way to the first row of the viewing area.
The one in the center was undoubtedly gorgeous. Her eyes were pitch-black, as was her lustrous hair. Her silky tresses reached to her lower back. Her skin was flawless and vaguely resembled porcelain. Though not particularly gifted in certain areas, she knew how to dress up in order to stress her strong points. She wore a simple white halter dress with a small, diamond-shaped hole just below the neckline. The hole wasn't particularly large; a good thing because she didn't exactly have the most impressive of cleavages. The style and length of the dress accentuated her slender legs, making them appear as if they went on forever. She had several gold bangles and hoop earrings. She sat down at a particular seat. 'Hello there, Miyako,' Sakura mentally addressed her target.
Beside her was a slim and fair-skinned young man in a purple suit with sequins. He might have been handsome, but it was rather difficult to say with his thick make-up. He had a few colorful feathers jutting out of his brown hair and a few adorned his eyelashes. 'If he's not gay, then all of the men on the planet are straight,' Inner Sakura commented.
Last, but not least, there was a small, curly-haired blonde with disproportionately large breasts. 'Hey, that's the girl who hit on Kiba earlier!' the brunette mentally exclaimed, 'Looks like I advertised to the right person!'
The three chatted excitedly. It appeared that the raven-haired girl's ethereal qualities ended with her looks. From what the medical-nin could tell some distance away, she was about as refined as a spoiled three-year-old. 'Looks like they were already in the club, but weren't interested in watching the princes,' Sakura deduced.
The spotlight opened suddenly, causing a thunderous applause to erupt from the audience. Kyoko was garbed in a beautiful red kimono and was holding the microphone with one hand. The stripper pole had miraculously disappeared and in its place at the center of the stage was a seat covered with black cloth upon which the club owner sat. She motioned for silence and the crowd followed in a heartbeat. "Good evening, dearest patrons, and welcome to The Three Kings," she began. "I'm sure you are all wondering where Sano, our Silver King is. Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that we had a… difference of opinion over certain matters—a difference that could not be resolved. So, it is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that I had decided to let him go."
Sounds of disappointment were heard across the hall.
'So the annoying prick is gone,' Inner Sakura said, 'Good. That's one less thing to worry about.'
The onyx-eyed woman atop the stage raised a hand, commanding silence once more. "Rest assured, however, that what we have gained with his departure is so…" With a dramatic movement, she tugged at one end of black cloth. A powerful arm was unraveled, oiled up to accentuate each and every appetizing detail.
"…much…" Another mouth-watering arm.
"…more!" Kyoko pulled the central part of the cloth, revealing the dog-nin's head and trunk. He was blindfolded and gagged with black velvet. His arms and torso were bound by leather straps into what looked like a hybrid between a chair and a crucifix. His greased body looked simply magnificent under the intense light. The crowd was spellbound now, suppressing the desire to hail the handsome new king's god-like body on the spot. They knew the raven-haired club owner was far from done.
Kyoko stood briskly. The audience collectively gasped as the Inuzuka's cock sprang into full attention now that the woman's weight was no longer an obstacle. A massive tent formed over the dog-nin's groin, his powerful erection supporting the fabric like a pillar. "But of course, how could he be proclaimed as the new Platinum King if he didn't have… this!?" With one final yank, Kyoko pulled the cloth away. Even Sakura had to catch her breath as Kiba's naked form was revealed in its entirety. The boom of sound that erupted mere a split-second later resembled a thunderclap.
Inuzuka Kiba's preposterously thick, thirteen-inch beast stood proudly in the spotlight, its near-vertical position promising matchless rigidity. Because of the brunet's position, the enormous column of throbbing flesh touched the center of his broad and chiseled chest. Its thickness, its length, the power it exuded—the crowd went crazy with desire. Before the medical-nin knew it, she was one with the mob in its worship of the bound hunk, her earlier indifference replaced by deep-seated arousal.
Kyoko closed her eyes and allowed a smile to form on her ruby lips. She retrieved a small item from her within her kimono. Most of the audience knew what it was, apparently, but the kunoichi did not. As if sensing the drop of perplexity amidst the sea of lust, Kyoko spoke. "I know many of you know what this is, but for the new ones, let me explain," the ebony-haired woman shouted over the cheers, "This is an enchanted device that multiplies one's sexual stimulation four-fold, and would therefore make the individual wearing it reach climax four times faster. However, it also inhibits ejaculation. Instead the pressure builds and builds until the ring is removed. At that exact moment, the wearer experiences the multiple orgasms that were held back consecutively." Kyoko placed the ring upon the head of Kiba's cock and slowly rolled the item down the thick shaft, stroking the rigid flesh adoringly as she went. The dog-nin moaned against his gag; the crowd screamed louder. Finally the tight ring was at the very base of the brunet's colossal manhood. The ring only made the veins pop out more, making the scrumptious slab of meat appear even more delectable. "I assure you, my dearest patrons: this night's finale will be spectacular, so please take a seat and enjoy the show." With a graceful swish of her kimono, Kyoko left the stage amidst the deafening cheers.
Snapping herself out of her daze, the green-eyed beauty stood up from her seat near the bar and observed her target from the sidelines. Her emerald gaze studied Miyako's black orbs. She could tell that the young woman was interested… very interested. If all went well, they had a very good chance of obtaining the exact location of the scroll within the next few hours. She and Kiba can then rush over to Sayuri's place, which was just adjacent to her restaurant, and retrieve the map the spy spoke of earlier. The excitement of potentially completing the S-rank mission caused adrenaline to surge into the medical-nin's veins.
A couple of burly guards emerged from behind the curtains and, with a mighty heave, lifted the chair Kiba was strapped to and placed it on the smaller stage on the right. The curtains billowed once more and a naked woman emerged. She was gorgeous and ridiculously proportioned. From her dark skin, Sakura inferred that she was from the Land of Thunder. Her short, ash blonde hair contrasted beautifully with her rich, caramel-colored skin.
The lithe woman approached the dog-nin, lust present in her brown eyes. She knelt before Kiba's open legs and wasted no time in palming the jōnin's enormous cock. A mechanical hum was heard as the stage rotated, giving the audience a better view as the blonde stroked the massive organ with both hands. Her full lips planted light kisses upon the Inuzuka's member before descending ravenously upon it.
The crowd hooted as the dark-skinned woman began to expertly suck the Platinum King's massive cock. The brown-haired hunk strained against his bonds and moaned wildly into his gag as his thirteen-inch cum cannon was pleasured. Faster and faster, the blonde's hands traveled like pistons along the gargantuan shaft, all the while sucking the tip like her life depended on it. She swallowed as much cock as she could and hummed, the vibrations of her throat causing the hung stud to thrash. Kiba was completely at her mercy. The brown-eyed woman's hands left the dog-nin's fuckstick and traveled to her large breasts. Sakura watched in silent wonder as the dark-skinned woman sandwiched the colossal rod between her bounteous orbs. Up and down the blonde went, pumping the ripped jōnin's rock-hard length. Her eager mouth never parted with the organ's tip—a feat Kiba's incredible size allowed her to perform.
Sakura's eyes traveled to her own breasts, a hint of envy slithering its way into her heart. What the woman was doing to the handsome jōnin now was probably one of the few things she could not, given her… shortcomings.
Just as things were starting to heat up with the Platinum King, the lights over the auxiliary stage dimmed slightly. The main stage's lights opened.
Kai's performance was starting.
The audience was bequeathed the exceptionally difficult choice of which king to watch—a situation that quickly resulted in a sea of furrowed brows. The Silver King was a delight to watch; this, the blue-eyed stud had proven on several occasions. In addition, his was technically the main performance. The Platinum King was a new attraction and nobody knew yet just how he would fare compared to his fellow kings. Moreover, his performance now was but a side show—a prelude to what will be a main performance after the Golden King's. Despite these, the audience found themselves hard-pressed to tear their eyes from this exceptionally stunning man with a body and cock that could only belong to one who was sex incarnate.
From a distance, Kyoko saw the confusion and smiled. She could practically hear gold coins clinking in her hands.

Author's Notes: And so the performances begin. Grab a tub of ice, folks, 'cause things are about to get very hot.
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