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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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Haruno Sakura rummaged through all the bidding slips for the Platinum King one last time just to be sure. 'Fuck,' she cursed, 'I don't believe it. Miyako didn't bid for Kiba. Why? Her body language clearly indicated she was very interested.'
"You done there, sweet cheeks?" the guard behind her asked.
"Yeah," the green-eyed beauty muttered. She got up from her crouched position and gave the small wooden box with "Platinum King" inscribed on it one last look before exiting the bidding booth. "I couldn't find my earring here either. Where could it be?" she lied.
"Well, good luck," the burly man said, locking the booth up and retreating to a table where the other security personnel were huddled. The movements of their arms told the ninja that they were still talking about the hunky jōnin's huge cock and his phenomenal cumshots that left everyone in The Three Kings gaping in awe.
The brunette had to giggle. 'Count on Kiba to have even the manliest of men talking about him,' she thought. A deep yawn escaped her gaping mouth as she ascended the stairs, not bothering to look all prim and proper with no one else looking. She was perhaps just as tired as the three men who lived with her upstairs, no thanks to the dog-nin's shadow clone.
'I think your libido is to blame for this one, girl,' Inner Sakura teased, 'I can't blame you, though. Not only were Kai and Kyosuke smoldering hot, but Kiba was simply spectacular. Those cumshots were…' The imaginary being trailed, her imaginary nose bleeding from excitement.
The outer self cursed, feeling her nether lips quiver with desire for the hung jōnin despite having ridden his shadow clone nonstop for six hours. It also didn't help that earlier that morning, a naked and slightly worn-out Inuzuka had entered her room and, without much thought, dispelled his clone, sending him howling in orgasm and spraying the kunoichi with a dozen blasts of blistering-hot man-juice from across the room while the green-eyed bombshell laid on her bed, wondering where her well-endowed lover, who had been pounding mercilessly into her dripping-wet sex a mere split-second ago, went.
Sakura pushed the blazing images aside and focused. She went through the possible scenarios that led to the events that happened. 'Or more appropriately, the events that didn't happen,' she mentally corrected herself. 'Did Miyako think she wouldn't be able to match the other bids so she didn't bother?' she wondered. 'No, she's a spoiled brat. She'd bid her entire father's wealth without thinking twice.' She entered the flat quietly, not wanting to disturb the other occupants who were probably still sleeping.
During their talk earlier, the kunoichi insisted that Kiba get some sleep despite his firm declaration that he felt fine and wished to investigate what had caused the unexpected series of events. The dog-nin's ego had been somewhat bruised, it seemed. Even the medical-nin herself was in disbelief. She was so sure that Miyako would bid for the hung jōnin.
In the end, the emerald-eyed woman managed to convince the Inuzuka to get some rest and leave the investigating to her. As he approached the threshold, she bashfully thanked him for the shadow clone he sent to "entertain" her. The handsome man merely gave her a flirty wink and told her that she could come to his room anytime if she wanted more. Sakura almost had to tie herself to her bedposts to keep herself from taking up the brunet's offer. Once she had sufficiently calmed herself, she decided to go downstairs and investigate the bidding slips.
Pulling herself out of her musings, the brunette swung her door shut and jumped onto her bed, now daisy-fresh thanks to her decontamination jutsu. It was not yet seven in the morning, as indicated by the nearest timepiece. Based on her shadow clone's observations, Miyako and her two buddies left the club at around two o'clock after the ebony-haired teenager's hour-long session with Kai. 'They'll probably wake up at around ten at the earliest, but I'll go to the manor an hour early, just to be sure.'
As the medical-nin buried her head in the impossibly soft pillows, a possibility occurred to her. 'Could it be that Kai was the one who interfered?' she wondered. Images of the handsome and slightly awkward hunk entered her mind, making a small smile appear on her lips. 'No, that's impossible,' she thought, quickly brushing the idea aside. 'Anyway, I suppose I'll find out in a few hours. Right now, I need to get some shuteye.'

Haruno Sakura grumbled as she fought the urge to scratch her leg as one of the guards was looking at her general direction. 'Come on, look somewhere else!' she thought. A couple of seconds later, he looked away, giving the kunoichi the window she needed.
Places like Lord Hisoka's mansion were always the most difficult to monitor. Sites within very busy places often had nearby establishments like tea shops from which a ninja could observe while pretending to be a customer. Settings in secluded places like forests or temples often provided great cover and allowed for the use of full ninja gear. Lord Hisoka's manor, however, was somewhere in between. It was far enough from the town center that very few people pass by, and with fewer people came the tendency to stand out. Additionally, there were very few establishments from which the gate was visible, just a tattoo shop and the beauty parlor Sano had insulted a couple of days earlier.
Because she was unsure about the exact time at which Miyako would leave her house, or if she would leave at all, the medical-nin decided to observe from the nearest tree disguised as a branch using a transformation technique. 'Better to stand still for several hours than to have my hair treated until it falls off or end up getting my entire body tattooed in case the girl decides not to go out today,' she reasoned.
At around half past ten, the green-eyed ninja noted some activity. Seconds later, the raven-haired teen emerged from the gates accompanied by a tall and well-built man. The brunette knew who it was immediately.
'Kai!?' Sakura mentally ejaculated in surprise at the man's unexpected presence. 'What's he doing here?' she wondered. Doubt began to fill her head. Was she right about her suspicions earlier that day?
The landlord's daughter giggled and wrapped an arm around one of the Silver King's own. Remarkably, the sapphire-eyed hunk seemed significantly less bashful and was almost surprisingly charming as he smoothed the teenager's hair with his free hand. The kunoichi's trained eyes, though, were quick to notice the lack of tenderness in the gesture despite the beaming smile on the handsome man's face. 'He doesn't like her. It's all a charade,' the brunette declared, 'But why? A job, maybe?'
The green-eyed medical-nin recalled from the talk with Eiji that the performers were occasionally hired outside performance hours for other reasons like dates, bachelorette parties and whatnot. 'There's no better way to break up with a cheating boyfriend than to confront him with a ripped and gorgeous man with an enormous bulge standing beside you, posing as your new boyfriend,' she recalled the amber-eyed bartender say. The outrageously high fee prevented this from happening too often, though. It was an obstacle of sorts that Kyoko erected to make sure that her entertainers, particularly the kings, got enough rest in between performances. 'Well, I'm pretty sure I can't ask that old hag, so I guess I'll have to come up with a way to ask Kai about it.'
As the couple rounded the block, Sakura waited for an opportunity. Sure enough, the two samurai began to chat, having nothing else to do. The viridian-eyed shinobi dispelled her transformation technique. She did a round-off at the end of the branch she had been standing on and soared into the air in a stretched-out backward salto onto the nearest rooftop which also happened to be obscured by the leaves and branches of a particularly tall tree. She dashed to the opposite corner, her feet moving soundlessly across the tiled surface. She peeked at the alley below, smiling at the expected absence of people. She spiraled down a nearby electrical post and removed a twig that was stuck on her posh gray dress before performing another transformation technique. Following a small poof, the medical-nin's crown became covered with luxuriant black curls. She pulled out a small scroll from her bag and from it, produced a pair of four-inch heels, a black wide-brimmed hat and a pair of oversized shades. The items looked flamboyant, but the kunoichi had no choice. Considering the establishments Miyako was bound to visit, she couldn't dress simply. She balanced out the flashiness by choosing muted colors. She stuffed the scroll back into her bag and put on the items before casually walking out of the alley to pursue her targets.

Sakura lifted a gorgeous shirt, pretending to look at the details. Her shades hid her line of vision as she looked past the article of clothing at three people at the other side of the large clothing shop.
The kunoichi had followed the attractive pair to a high-end restaurant where Miyako met up with her gay friend. The brown-haired young man was sporting a flower arrangement on his head. His ruffled fuchsia shirt and tight green pants completed the overgrown flower look. The curly-haired blonde was a no-show. The threesome enjoyed their expensive lunch. Kai got a bit unnerved with both teenagers' blatant flirting as they took every opportunity to touch his arms and hands. The emerald-eyed beauty couldn't blame them. The azure-eyed hunk filled out his black V-neck shirt very nicely and the sliver of chiseled chest that was visible was simply scrumptious.
The trio's stay in the restaurant was relatively unremarkable, save for one big exception—that the brunet masturbated the Silver King in public. The hung stud was clearly against the idea, but had no choice but to follow, his face turning into a brilliant shade of red. Thankfully, there were very few customers and the table's shadow provided some cover. The blushing waitresses and jealous waiters tried to act normally as the fuchsia-clad teenager pumped Kai's massive erection beneath the wooden surface—a demonstration that this wasn't the first time the two rich teens pulled such a stunt in this restaurant. Despite his unease, the cerulean-eyed hunk ended up sending his thick cum crashing against the bottom of the table. There must be some truth to Kiba's statement that there's an exhibitionist in everyone, even the most bashful of people.
Truth be told, aside from the expected excitement Sakura felt, she also felt some anger directed at the two teenagers for forcing the ebony-haired king into a situation he was clearly not comfortable with. Then again, such was the price to pay for being in the profession he was in. Miyako was bound to get her money's worth one way or another.
After paying an outrageous bill for a slice of cheesecake and a cup of coffee, the emerald-eyed beauty followed the trio to the shopping district. The onyx-eyed teenager and her petal-haired friend took sweet their time going through shop after shop, frolicking about while the raven-haired king tried to avoid the salesladies who kept pestering him. Time and again the teenagers would ask Kai whether an outfit or accessory looked alright on them, to which he always replied an affirmative.
After about two hours of going through bags, dresses and jewelry, the landlord's daughter and her friend brought the blue-eyed king to Raffaello to buy him clothes, despite the latter's insistence that it was unnecessary. So came the kunoichi's present situation.
"Good afternoon, ma'am!" came a perky brunette's voice, pulling the curly-haired jōnin out of mulling, "What exactly are you looking for? You should know that we have a special offer that only lasts until the end of the month if you buy at least two tops and a pair of pants. The long-sleeved shirts are right over there. I really think your boyfriend would love it if you buy him one! I strongly recommend the—"
Sakura spun briskly, her glorious black curls whipping against the woman's face hard enough for the latter to stagger backwards. She lowered her shades slightly and stared down at the annoying saleslady with sharp emerald eyes. "If I need your assistance, I will ask for it. I am neither a retard nor an invalid. I am also neither blind nor dyslexic." The medical-nin gestured at a large board that informed all customers of the ongoing special offer that the brunette was blabbering about. "Your job is to be nearby and ready when and if I call. Speak only when you are asked to. You talk too much. Your opinion is irrelevant, so do not waste your energy and my time by providing it. I do not care what you think. You are not paid to think. Know your place." The employee was taken aback and looked almost tearful. The nearby salesladies immediately straightened their postures.
'Wow!' Inner Sakura whistled, 'Spoken like a true filthy-rich diva!'
'She was a bother. How can I concentrate on stalking if I had someone akin to a mosquito buzzing around?' the kunoichi grumbled internally. She looked at her targets. Thankfully, the threesome was too far away and too absorbed with browsing to notice her small outburst. She walked towards another rack that was a bit closer to the trio. Her ears perked up when she heard the most promising statement since her endeavor began.
"Hey, I'm just gonna try this out, 'kay? You guys go ahead and look some more," the fuchsia-clad teenager said, "I can't believe I actually found something interesting in a guy's shop."
This was the opportunity the green-eyed ninja was waiting for. She had originally planned to ask Miyako herself about the details of last night's events while posing as a fellow patron, but Kai's presence made it difficult; hence, Sakura decided to just ask either of the raven-haired teenager's friends, of which only one turned up. Unfortunately, the brunet never parted with the other two, giving the kunoichi no chance to employ her tactics.
'Until now, that is,' the shinobi thought. She grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants and quickly barked at the nearest saleslady. "Stay put," she snapped. Her heels made rapid tapping noises on the polished floor as she walked briskly to the fitting booths. The overgrown flower was just behind her, but walked at a significantly more languid pace as he browsed several items on his way.
The fitting area was perfect for what the ebony-haired jōnin had in mind. It was walled off with concrete that was probably thick enough to conceal the chakra bursts that would occur if she ever had to use her techniques. It also had a single entrance. Within were several cubicles.
"Good after—" the lone employee that stood just past the entrance began. Sakura quickly performed a string of seals under the items she was carrying and cast a genjutsu that left the young woman staring blankly and unable to move, her senses failing her completely. Two surveillance cameras loomed overhead. The kunoichi produced a couple of small iron pellets from her pocket and inconspicuously sent them hurtling towards the devices at tremendous speed with a couple of subtle fingers flicks, rendering them non-functional.
With the cameras out of the way, the medical-nin hung the garments she was carrying on one of several hooks on the wall to free her hands, dumped the saleslady into one of the cubicles and sealed the door. Her ears picked up approaching steps. 'Shit!' she cursed, 'Not enough time!'

Just as the brown-haired youth was about to enter the fitting area, a curly-haired woman with a wide-brimmed hat and shades came out, obstructing his path. "Oh, sorry," the young man quickly said, stepping aside to let the woman pass. As she did, he couldn't help but call out to her. "Excuse me," he said, causing the addressed to stop abruptly and turn around to face him, "I saw you a while ago, and I've been dying to ask you something. I hope you don't mind."
The woman shook her head. "Not at all."
"Where did you buy that hat?" the young man inquired.
"Oh this?" she replied, touching the brim lightly as if to confirm, "You can't buy this anywhere. This was especially made for me by Mme. Margaux."
The young man gasped. "The Mme. Margaux!?"
"Yes," the emerald-eyed beauty responded, "Mme. Margaux of The House of M."
The brown-eyed teenager was at a loss for words. The House of M was one of the most sought-after luxury brands in the entire land. For someone who looked like she was in her twenties, the woman knew her fashion. She was also probably absurdly affluent to be able to afford such an item. The hat was most likely worth more than everything he and Miyako wore right now combined! "Well," he managed to say after the initial shock, "I think it's fabulous! It looks great on you."
"Thank you," the raven-haired woman said, "You look very striking as well." She bowed slightly before going to the section for ties, apparently to pick out more items.
The closest employees who overheard the little exchange tried to look as professional as possible. They had already seen the woman take two items into the fitting room and there was supposed to be a two-items-at-a-time-only rule but they consciously overlooked it for this customer. If she could afford an item from The House of M, she could easily afford the most expensive items in their shop. More items brought to the fitting booths meant more items liked. More items liked meant more items bought. More items bought meant more profit for the shop.
The fuchsia-clad male stood gaping for a few more seconds before entering the fitting area. His eyes were quickly drawn to the topless man standing nearby. The blond stranger turned around, sensing the teenager's presence. Brown eyes met crystal blue ones. The hunk smiled. "Hello there," he said amicably.

Sakura cursed as the footsteps drew near. She still had two things to do. She thanked the heavens that creating a shadow clone only required a single hand seal. With a barely audible poof, her replica appeared and grabbed her bag before dashing to the entrance.
Meanwhile, the kunoichi performed a transformation technique. She concentrated, using the extra time her clone had provided her to make a clear picture of what she wanted to look like. A small poof later, the transformation was complete. She looked at a nearby mirror and smiled sheepishly. 'Sorry, Naruto,' she thought, 'but you're about to become fag fodder.'
The medical-nin had always found it awkward to transform into the opposite sex—a discomfiture she shared with many of her ninja friends. Even the blond hokage-to-be, who had transformed into a naked woman countless times, particularly during his youth, found it increasingly unnerving as he grew up—a departure from the expected positive correlation between comfort with a jutsu and the frequency of its use. 'Then again, he didn't have as much down there as he does now,' Inner Sakura commented, 'It's bound to be somewhat upsetting to have a twelve-inch dick one second and then have it vanish in the next.'
'Well, the inverse is also true,' the outer self mulled, blushing a little as she set her legs farther apart to accommodate the significant addition between her thighs. During the few circumstances that she had had to change into a male, Sakura had always chosen to be modest when it came to sexual endowment. It was easier and less awkward that way. Her present circumstances, however, called for far more impressive "assets." Since her blue-eyed friend was second on the Godaime Hokage's little notebook of anatomic wonders, he was the first person that came to mind. Being obsessive-compulsive to a degree, her transformation was accurate to the tiniest, and largest, details—minus the whiskers, of course.
The overgrown flower entered the fitting area and was quickly drawn to the eye candy.
The blonde ninja turned to face the drooling teenager and smiled, showing perfectly white teeth. "Hello there," she said, feeling a bit detached as a deeper voice emanated from her voice box.
"H-hello," the petal-haired young man replied after lifting his slack jaw.
"Shopping too, huh?" the kunoichi said as she got one of the shirts she hung on the wall earlier and began to put it on. She made a conscious effort to flex whenever the opportunity allowed it.
"Yeah," the brunet said. His brows furrowed a little. "Funny, I didn't see you enter the store."
"I've been here for a while," the medical-nin answered, "I'm here with my cousin. You must've bumped into her."
The brown-eyed teenager gasped. "The fabulous lady was your cousin!?"
The handsome blonde nodded. "I arrived here first and started picking out clothes. I told her that she didn't need to come, but she insisted. According to her, I have about as much fashion sense as a block of cheese, so she followed me here after doing some shopping of her own."
"Well, it looks like she knows a lot." The fuchsia-clad male licked his lips as the azure-eyed man checked himself on the mirror. The beefy man filled out the crisp white shirt magnificently. "It looks good on you. Your cousin's taste is really superb," the young man commented.
Sakura smiled. "Really? Thanks." She unbuckled her belt and pulled down her jeans.
The overgrown flower's eyes widened.
The kunoichi looked at the enormous bulge in her briefs and felt aroused at the sight. She may be in a male body, but her mind was still hers, and she liked what she was seeing. The monster between her legs grew in size and hardness until it stretched out to its full size. The head slipped past the rim of her underwear. From the corner of her eye, she saw the brown-haired male lick his lips and gulp hard. "Like what you're seeing?" she inquired slyly.
"O-oh, I-I'm sorry," the teenager stuttered. He looked away for a second, but his lust overruled his discretion, drawing his brown gaze back to the enormous shaft of meat which threatened to rip apart the undergarment that tried to contain it. Summoning his boldness, his hand moved forward only to be caught before it even got close to its target.
The blonde laughed. "I hardly think we know each other well enough for that. I don't even know your name yet." The teenager blushed and withdrew his hand.
"Noburu," the brunet answered quickly, as if it were a password that would allow him to touch the rigid slab of flesh.
"Menma," the sapphire-eyed ninja replied. She grabbed the pair of form-fitting, black denim pants she had picked out earlier and began to put it on.
"Goodness, you're huge! You could easily get accepted as a king!" Noburu exclaimed.
'Bingo!' the medical-nin said in her mind. "Oh, that's a term they use at The Three Kings, right?" she asked.
"You know about it?"
"Sort of," Sakura lied. "My cousin goes there all the time. She wouldn't stop bugging me all morning about some incredibly hung new guy they introduced last night. Unfortunately for her, she had already won a bid for another performer earlier that night and with the money she had left at the time, she figured she wouldn't win against the others." She zipped up the garment and looked at herself on the mirror. "I bet you bid for him. My cousin told me everyone did," she spoke to the petal-haired youth, not looking at him.
"Well, Suzume and I wanted to, but since Miyako was convinced not to bid for him just yet and she wanted to be the first one among us three to try him out, we had to settle bidding for other guys," the brown-haired man confessed. "It was a bit selfish of her, but since her birthday's in a few days, Suzume and I just let her have her way."
"Your friend was convinced not to bid?" the blonde asked, trying to keep her voice level at the revelation.
"Yeah," the fuchsia-clad man, "Kai, one of the kings, bumped into us on our way back to the viewing area from the bathroom and overheard us talking about the new Platinum King. He said that since Miyako was planning on hiring the new guy on Friday and Saturday anyway, she should just try someone else that night. Miyako found it to be a reasonable argument, so she didn't bid."
Sakura mulled for a few moments. "I see…"
"By the way, the combination's very nice," the brunet said, openly ogling, "Those items match—"
The overgrown flower didn't get to finish his statement as the kunoichi formed the appropriate seals behind her back and cast another genjutsu. The teenager sank to the floor. The kunoichi dispelled her transformation technique just as her clone came back with a maroon vest and a similarly hued skinny tie.
"That was quick," her clone said, smiling.
"Well, Naruto proved very useful," the curly-haired medical-nin said, "I got the horny little teen spilling everything without too much effort." With a small poof, her replica vanished. With the clone's memories flooding her, she silently thanked having been included in a mission to protect Mme. Margaux as she brought her collection to some fashion show. The hat she got for free during that mission bought her the few seconds she needed. She unsealed the door of the cubicle where she had been hiding the employee and placed her in the exact position she was in a while ago. The emerald-eyed woman made a few seals and tailored the genjutsu of both targets, weaving an intricate series of false events and sensations in their minds to cover her tracks. There would be a loose end, though—the broken cameras. 'Can't be helped,' she thought.
Sakura picked up all four items and stepped outside. She went straight to the cashier to pay for the garments. As the clerk totaled her bill, she passed a casual glance over at Miyako and Kai, the only other customers in the shop. They were now browsing through coats. Just hours ago, she had cursed the landlord's daughter for picking high-end places, but she had to admit, the consequent lack of clients made her recent undertakings exponentially easier. She forked out the cash and told the cashier to keep the change. As she approached the exit, she ended her genjutsu. Just before the door closed behind her, she heard the employee within the fitting area call for help for a customer who had apparently fainted.

Author's Notes: As promised—a bit more action of the non-sexual kind. Enjoy!
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