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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 growled as a ray of sunlight danced across her face. She grabbed a pillow and smothered her own face just to get rid of the annoying stimulus.
The previous night had been incredibly frustrating, but last night was simply terrible in every conceivable way, the kunoichi idly thought. The main reason was her failure to secure a crucial item for the mission. Failure did not suit well with the hokage's apprentice. For years, she had secretly struggled with her self-esteem. During her youth, she was constantly mocked for her mediocrity, and even now, some continue to speak ill of her, saying that she would've amounted to nothing had Tsunade not taken her as a student.
The emerald-eyed woman bit her lip. "I could've used some… comforting," she mumbled with a blush.
The dog-nin had failed to appear in her room at the usual time, and knowing her lover's aptitude, the brunette was able to draw just one conclusion—Kiba was still with Kyoko, and the two were probably still at it at that very moment. "Damn that horny old bitch," she muttered under her breath. Although the fear of having her boyfriend snatched away by the raven-haired club owner from her was no longer present, the medical-nin could not help but feel resentment towards the older woman. Kyoko's obsession with the Inuzuka was eating away at the shinobi couple's "quality time."
Sakura rolled around in the sheets, forcing herself to ignore the throbbing need that emanated from her core. 'Two days,' she spat, 'Two days without Kiba and I'm dying from horniness!' It baffled her how much she longed for the brown-haired stud—that gorgeous face, that ripped body, and good heavens, that glorious cock! He most certainly didn't follow the dogma that Kyosuke had mentioned at the restaurant. The more she slept with the dog-nin, the more her loins craved for him.
'Well, it's no use drooling over a slab of meat you can't have just yet,' Inner Sakura quipped, 'You have more important things to do.'
The medical-nin winced slightly. She knew exactly what her inner self was talking about. "The map," she muttered miserably under her breath. It was like rubbing salt on a wound. She sat up abruptly and threw off the sheets before heading to the closet to grab a change of clothes and a towel.
'Hey, I was just reminding you of it. I didn't mean you should go now. What's the hurry? It's just around seven o'clock.'
"Kiba and that old hag might finish soon," Sakura explained, "I have to get that map before meeting up with him."
'Because?'
The brunette threw the towel over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom, leaving the question hanging. She was naked underneath the shower in less than a minute.
Imaginary lips curled up at the outer self's attempt to evade the query. 'Because you don't want to look weak,' she said, answering her own question.
Sakura growled as she lathered her brown locks quickly. "Kiba hasn't failed a single mission since he got promoted into a jōnin," the kunoichi stated, "What will he think of me if I told him that I didn't get the map, or that someone else actually managed to get it? Kami, that would be fucking mortifying."
'For what it's worth, I don't think he thinks y—'
"I have to get that map, or else I wouldn't be able to face him." The slender woman's tone invoked a finality that her inner self quickly recognized. The imaginary being sighed and wished that this pride-driven lapse in judgment wouldn't lead to anything disastrous.

Kyoko's body shook in sheer ecstasy as her well-endowed lover impaled her weeping slit with expert skill. She was completely at his mercy, a position she very rarely openly enjoyed. She was prone on her bed, her wrists pinned down by his strong arms. His elbows were locked in extension to support his chiseled torso, the position placing a lot of weight on her limbs and preventing any movement. Her thighs were placed next to one another, tightening her love tunnel even further and making it feel as if the Platinum King's thirteen-inch fuckstick was even more gargantuan than it already was. "Oh yes! Yes! Pound me with your dick, Jin!" she gasped, not minding the saliva that dripped from the corner of her mouth. The raw strength of the well-built brunet's thrusts was such that her entire body jerked forward, causing her clit to grind rhythmically against the sheets. "Lower your chest," she managed to moan out in between mewls, "Ah! I want to feel it against my back!"
Kiba only pounded harder, causing the willing recipient's eyes to roll into the back of her head in rapture.
"O-oh, kami!" the club owner screamed. "P-please! I… I beg you! I'm so close! I-I need— Fuck!"
The hung jōnin smirked before bending his elbows, removing some of the weight that held the older woman's arms in place. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he whispered into her ear before licking the back of her neck slowly and teasingly. The Inuzuka's thick pleasure pole began stabbing relentlessly at the woman's quivering hole at lightning speed.
The dark-haired woman felt her skilled partner's sweat-drenched torso glide erotically against her back. She felt every exquisite detail, most especially his rock-hard abs against her buttocks as his hips moved like a piston, filling her to overflowing with steel-hard man-meat. "A-ah!" was all she managed to choke out as she felt her loins explode into a series of mind-numbing contractions.
The onyx-eyed ninja eyes widened as Kyoko's slick warmth gripped his pumping unit, the luscious flesh assaulting his dick from all angles. He thrust a few more times before sheathing himself fully within the older woman's convulsing channel. "Fuck!" he groaned as he threw his head back, his mind going blank for a split-second as his own orgasm claimed him. Blast after powerful blast of liquid pleasure gushed from his quaking fuckstick, coating the club owner's walls with the thick, searing-hot fluid. His entire body went into spasms as the muscles of his loins pumped his seed into the prone form underneath him, every throb bringing him near-unbearable bliss.
The ebony-haired woman cried as the Platinum King drove himself to the hilt inside her, his colossal slab of rigid flesh piercing her impossibly deep. She felt the brown-haired hunk's ramrod pulse within her, filling her yet again with his copious essence. She purred as she felt the thick fluid escape her nether lips onto the bed, her love tunnel simply unable to contain the sheer amount of cock and cum.
Kiba recovered rather quickly from his peak. He slid back, his massive erection making a small obscene noise as it left the confines of Kyoko's drenched tightness. He rolled over onto his back, his glistening member slapping against his washboard abs. He looked over to the side and saw the woman eyeing his tireless fuckstick hungrily.
He inwardly sighed.
It was probably the first time in his life that he secretly wished for a sexual encounter to end, particularly one that he was thoroughly enjoying in a purely physical sense. As much as it flattered him that, for the first time in recorded history, the legendary ex-geisha gave up her beauty rest because she could not get enough of him, his ego couldn't soak it up as much as he expected.
He was worried of Sakura. In the midst of insane sex positions, nonstop hammering and staggering orgasms, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if her mission had gone smoothly. Was she alright? Was she hurt?
The hunky ninja's thoughts were interrupted when skilled lips descended upon his thirteen-inch cum cannon. A moan escaped his lips as the dark-haired woman's tongue played with the head, still exquisitely sensitive from his recent climax. His hips jerked up from the mattress in reflex while his knuckles went white from gripping the sheets.
Kyoko's lips released the large chunk of flesh with an audible pop. "You seem distracted," she said as she stroked the appendage languidly with both hands. She could barely put her hands around its ridiculous thickness. She licked its underside from base to tip, reveling in the taste of his essence. Her tongue teased the powerful muscles that send pitchers of semen soaring dozens feet in the air. She could almost taste the strength that emanated from them and it titillated her taste buds like no other spice in the world. She nibbled on the slab of meat, playfully biting on the smooth, perfect skin.
"Why do you, ah, say that?" the raven-eyed stud asked, his hips trembling from the wonderful sensations.
The club owner took as much as she physically could inside her mouth and throat before sucking with all her might. What she could not wrap her lips around, she grasped in her hands. She pumped the Inuzuka's slick behemoth with remarkable fervor.
The dog-nin thrashed, his ripped form undulating at the incredible sensations emanating from his manhandled unit.
The older woman kept at it for as long as she could. Eventually, she had to release the massive pipe as its extreme size compromised her airway completely. "Well," she continued, still masturbating the Platinum King fiercely, "your endurance seems lacking. Even with nonstop, full-throttle pounding, you could usually hold off for an hour. We've been fucking for almost eleven hours, and you've already ejaculated thirteen times."
The brunet bristled despite the rapture coursing through his muscular frame. As much as he was worried of Sakura, he had to keep his end of the charade, and he had to execute it impeccably. Hell, he'd probably get a scolding from the emerald-eyed beauty if she found out he didn't perform as flawlessly as he usually did. 'And who am I kidding?' he thought, inwardly smirking, 'My partner's Haruno Sakura. I shouldn't be worrying at all.'
Kiba grabbed both of the raven-haired woman's arms and pried them off his cock. Dark brows only had a split-second to furrow before the older woman found herself on her back. The hung jōnin, then, promptly skewered her, causing colorful words to echo across the room. "You must be going senile and counted wrong," the onyx-eyed king grunted, "Anyway, if you're right, then I suppose I'll just have to fuck you senseless for another two hours without cumming, eh? But where's the fun in that? I'll fuck you for three and pump a gallon of cum into your cunt at the end of it."
Kyoko shrieked in rapture as the well-endowed man ravished her, the tip of his mammoth fuckstick reaching the deepest recesses of her body. Whether it was his phenomenal thrusting technique or her receptiveness due to her recent peak, she wasn't sure, but she came in a matter of seconds—an unprecedented event. She expected the brown-haired sex god to slow down, but he didn't. He continued to pound her ruthlessly, making her cum over and over in what seemed like a never-ending orgasm. Her fluids splattered messily at the sheer ferocity of her lover's thrusts. 'Soon,' she managed to form in her mind despite the pleasure coursing through her veins, 'Soon, this fantastic cock will be mine. All of him will be mine… Tonight…'

Sakura played with her fork briefly before slicing into her breakfast. The sugar-glazed peach slices quickly succumbed to the piece of silverware, as did the baked, egg-soaked bread underneath. The emerald-eyed woman brought the morsel to her mouth, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon intensifying as it approached her waiting orifice. She felt the flavors explode in her mouth, causing a small moan to escape her lips. She stole a peek at the man seated across from her and found him watching her closely.
Kai beamed. "I knew you'd like it," he declared before breaking off a piece of his blueberry-syrup-topped whole grain waffles with his own fork and popping it in his mouth.
The kunoichi inwardly sighed. She had been so preoccupied with the map that she had forgotten about her promise to the ebony-haired hunk. She only recalled when she found him lingering outside her door not unlike what happened the night before. And so, here she was, having a perfectly pleasant breakfast with a drop-dead gorgeous guy, and all she could think of was formulating a good excuse to take a rain check. 'Am I crazy?' she mentally asked.
'No,' came Inner Sakura's quick reply, 'because said drop-dead gorgeous guy happens to be a suspicious character who constantly jeopardizes your mission in one way or another. His hand-to-hand combat skills are also well above that of an average man.'
The brunette looked at the azure-eyed king again. His lips still held a hint of that radiant smile he showed a while ago. He hummed faintly as he spread the whipped cream that was concentrated on the center of his waffle stack. 'But he's so nice,' she found herself arguing, 'and it doesn't feel fake at all. I've analyzed his body language over and over again.'
'Really? Analysis? I think it was just ogling, and I can't blame you. Kami, do you remember the way those muscles rippled while he fucked tha—'
'Back on topic, please.'
'Um, yeah… Anyway, going back to the point, he does seem genuinely pleasant,' the imaginary being admitted, 'Remember, though, that not all adversaries are cold-blooded murderers. They come in all forms, including ridiculously good-looking and mild-mannered hunks with ten-and-a-half-inch dicks. The only thing that makes the difference is that their goals conflict with yours.'
'You're unbelievably incoherent, you know that? One moment, you speak of how he shouldn't be trusted; the next, you gush over him.'
'When an idea pops in my mind, I say it without giving a fuck how incoherent or sensible it is. It's my nature, you know?'
The ninja took a sip of her fresh mango juice while deciding how to proceed. She looked at her watch. 'Eight o'clock,' she noted. 'Fine… I suppose I'll just take this opportunity to clear up some things. Who knows? Maybe he'd get so uncomfortable that he'd be the one to take a rain check.'
"So…" the green-eyed kunoichi began.
Kai looked up from his plate, crystal blue eyes wide and brows slightly furrowed in askance. "Hmm?' he muttered, a miniscule of drop of blueberry syrup adorning the corner of his mouth.
Sakura's words got stuck in her throat. "Um, you have a…" she said, pointing to the corner of her own mouth.
"Oh, thanks." The handsome man began wiping with his thumb. The futile search continued for several seconds.
"No. Not— Oh, for heaven's sake!" the kunoichi exhaled. She leaned over and wiped the offending stain with her thumb. She gasped at the contact—her fingers electrified at the feel of his warm skin and rough stubble. She pulled back and steeled herself. She opened her mouth, but was again interrupted. Sugary delights on gorgeous faces had nothing to do with this particular disruption, however. It was the information she managed to overhear from a threesome of female customers seated several meters away that caught her attention.
"Have you heard!? Sano from The Three Kings was killed in his apartment last night!" a freckled, middle-aged woman said, her painfully nasal voice disturbingly similar to nails on a chalkboard.
"Well, he really didn't do anything for me," chimed in an even older woman wearing a top that exposed her wrinkly and sagging cleavage, "and he was a bit on the snotty side, too. Then again, it's such a waste of cock." The other two nodded.
"Did you also hear about that old woman who owns that restaurant at the—"
"Who cares about that old hag? She's a small-time restaurateur. She probably got into some trouble with some loan shark," muttered the youngest of the three, waving around an overly bejeweled hand, "Sano's death is much more exciting to talk about. I heard he had a rich gay lover whom he left for an even richer widow and the furious fag had him killed…"
Sakura bristled at the customer's poor choice of words. Her emerald eyes darkened. 'You'd never be half the woman Sayuri-san was, you social-climbing bitch!' she mentally spat. Her fists clenched involuntarily. Thankfully, she managed to calm herself down before the fork in her hand became too deformed.
"You just heard about it?" the blue-eyed hunk inquired.
"What?" the brown-haired beauty replied while straightening out the piece of silverware under the table.
"It's all over the news. Sano was killed last night in his apartment," the man narrated, "The authorities are still trying to figure out why. The place was trashed so they're entertaining burglary."
The shinobi nodded. "You seem awfully cool about it," she noted, her brows knotting a little.
The Silver King shrugged. "Well, he and I weren't exactly the closest of friends; nor he and Kyosuke," he explained, "I don't think he ever forgave us for ousting him, really. For a smart guy, he can really be somewhat illogical. I mean, it not our fault that we have bigger, um, stuff."
The kunoichi rolled her eyes. "I'm not a ten-year-old, Kai. You can say 'cock,' 'dick,' 'wang' or whatever fancy name you want to call it in front of me," she said nonchalantly after another quick sip from her juice glass.
"Er, yeah, sorry," the ebony-haired stud responded, "Anyway, a restaurant owner was also killed at around the same time. That story's far more intriguing."
The brown-haired medical-nin stiffened imperceptibly. "How so?" she probed while playing with a slice of peach on her plate.
"I mean, the old woman was sliced in two," Kai narrated, invoking a small pang in Sakura's chest, "What's more interesting is that a witness claimed he saw a woman break the wooden doors into smithereens with her bare fists."
Emerald eyes widened. 'Impossible! H-how— I was so sure—' she mentally stammered. The slice of peach was now but a small pile of mush on pristine white porcelain.
"I know! Unbelievable, right!?" the hunky male said, misinterpreting his companion's look of disbelief, "The guy also said he saw another person smash through the wall and that the woman chased after him. I mean, a lady smashing through a set of double doors, I already can't wrap my head around, but a guy smashing through a wall!? No matter how big the guy was, he couldn't have done that. That's just insane! They must've been ninja or samurai or something to have been able to pull off something like that, right?"
Realizing that a response was being asked of her, the kunoichi forced a smile. "Yeah, but what would they want with an old lady?" she replied.
The Silver King shrugged. "Anyway, the newspaper said that the eyewitness was stoned at the time, so his statement probably won't have any weight in the investigation," he continued narrating, "The police are still trying to figure out some explanation for the doors and the wall, 'cause they didn't find any trace of explosives."
The former pinkette inwardly cursed. She was so focused with the chase that she was unable to fix those loose ends.
Kai called a waiter over, asking for some more orange juice. "Let's just get off that topic. It's a little depressing. Anyway, you were going to ask me something earlier?"
Sakura pushed the issue of the murders to the side for a moment. She frowned a little. "I heard you swooped in and told a potential customer not to bid on Jin the other day," she said with some hint of anger, "What was that all about?"
The dark-haired man's eyes widened.
"What? You think we wouldn't find out? Jin's okay with it, but I'm not," the medical-nin continued, her voice rising in faux fury.
"I-I… I-I'm sorry," the azure-eyed man squeaked, bowing repeatedly almost to the point of smashing his face onto what remained of his waffles. "It was… very low of me to have done something like that to you guys. I'm really sorry. I was just a little short on cash."
The brunette harrumphed. "You make more in one performance than what most seasoned professionals earn in a month, Kai, and you seem like a pretty sensible spender, all your clothes and gadgets included, so it's just… odd that you'd be short on money."
The gorgeous hunk said nothing for about a minute or so and played with some whipped cream on his plate. "I've… told you before that I have quite a colorful past. I owe some people quite a bit of money, and now that they know that I earn quite a hefty amount, they're expecting immediate payment."
The kunoichi felt her face soften.
"I had to borrow when I was younger because I couldn't make enough, even for just the food and the rent," the dark-haired stud narrated, "Eventually, my debt had become so big that I was forced to work for them as a bodyguard of sorts, with a big chunk of the salary going into the payment."
Sakura hummed in understanding. "So that explains why you're a pretty good fighter," she deduced. She had to admit, everything was adding up. Even Inner Sakura convinced and started nodding despite herself.
"They asked for half of the entire amount, interest included. I still came up short despite earning quite a lot in the past few performances."
"I see."
Kai looked up from his plate, crystal-blue eyes filled with concern. "A-are you… Are you mad at me? I promise to give you the same amount I got from the commission after I get my next paycheck. No, I'll give you double the amount. Please, I… Kami, I can't bear the thought of you hating me."
"I'm not mad," the brown-haired ninja felt herself uttering, "Just don't let it happen again."
"It won't. I swear."
"Good."
The well-built man breathed a sigh of relief. The jōnin felt a subtle tug at the corners of her lips. The man seemed so genuinely upset that he had upset her—a gesture she found incredibly charming and endearing. He really was one hell of a catch. If she weren't with Kiba—
The kunoichi stopped herself. 'No!' she thought in panic.
'Finally, she said it!' Inner Sakura ejaculated, 'I'd love to say I told you s—'
'Shut up!'
Sakura composed herself. "Listen, Kai…" she began.
"I know what you're about to say. You're about to tell me off," the ebony-haired stud said in a voice deeper and more serious than anything she had ever heard from him. He lifted his cerulean gaze from his plate and locked onto her viridian orbs. "I… I really like you. No, I love you."
The brunette gasped. "Kai, don't you think that's too strong a word—"
"I know it's a bit too soon for me to be saying stuff like this, but I know how I feel. When you're around, even when you're not even looking at or talking to me, I... I can't even describe how happy I feel. When you're not around, I think about the times that you are. Sometimes, you just know, you know? I'm not asking you to return my feelings," the king insisted, "I know this sounds selfish, but please don't ask me to stay away. I don't intend to ruin your relationship with Jin, I swear. Being with you is enough. Please don't deny me that…"
"Stop, Kai," the kunoichi said, "You shouldn't have to do this. You're a very attractive man. You're sweet, adorable, sensitive… You can have any woman you want."
"That's not true," the ebony-haired stud countered, "I don't have you."
The medical-nin's heart was going a million beats an hour. For the first time in ages, her razor-sharp mind could not formulate anything. "I-I have to go."
A strong hand gripped hers.
Sakura stared at their point of contact for several seconds before taking a deep sigh and sitting back down. "I'm not leaving because I don't like you, Kai," she explained, placing a hand over the man's larger one, "I'm leaving because I do."
Kai's mouth opened slightly.
“And it’s not fair to Jin or you, so please, just let me… sort this out.” With that, the emerald-eyed woman stood up and threw a few bills on the table before rushing out, leaving the Silver King to stare at his hand.
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