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Chapter 25 - Shiho

“P-proof?” Shiho repeated, voice tight and rising from somewhere between panic and secret thrill. Her breath caught, high in her chest. She blinked, wide-eyed and cutely overwhelmed.

“Mhm.” I moved my thumb to the middle of her lower lip. “Show me.”

She blinked once. Then twice.

"...Show you?" Her voice cracked, trembling like a snapped guitar string. She inhaled sharply like she was about to backpedal—or run. But my gaze kept her still.

She squirmed in m...

Chapter 24 - The Fawn and the Predator

Shiho stood there, frozen in the aisle between stacks of forgotten jutsu theory and dusty clan registries. Her fingers still clenched the scroll like a shield, but the pages had wrinkled under her grip.

I hadn’t taken my hand away. My palm stayed perfectly still against that heated strip of fabric between her thighs, teasing pressure just enough to make her shake. Tick tick tick—like I had all the time in the world to ruin her.

“Say it again,” I said.

She blinked, gl...

Chapter 23 - Hidden gem

Shiho had always been easy to rile up. Too easy, really.

That was one of her fun parts.

I’d known her since we were fresh in the Academy, her perpetually bright cheerfulness making her about as subtle as a kunai to the eye. Back then, I hadn't been able to resist testing how quickly her good humor could spiral into stammered excuses, flushed cheeks, or wide-eyed disbelief whenever I pushed too far.

It’d never been mean-spirited, just... instinctive.

She flustered e...

Chapter 22 - In plain sight

Right at the heart of the village, Konoha Library sat like an afterthought between a tea shop and a weaponsmith — broad wooden doors, unassuming sign, the kind of place civilians walked past without a second glance. Open, quiet, and accessible to anyone.

No guards, no chakra seals at the doors, nothing that screamed important.

One’d think a village of professional liars and killers would keep their knowledge buried deep, behind locked doors and a dozen Anbu chokepoint...

Chapter 21 - Procrastinated project

It was already a couple of hours past lunch by the time I stepped out of the Haruno household. I hadn't planned to stay that long, but Mebuki had a way of dragging things out—literally and figuratively. I’d only meant to check in, warm her up a little. Instead, I ended up balls-deep in the woman.

Still, my mind wasn’t on the mom anymore. It drifted to the daughter, to Sakura.

I wasn’t going to live in this world and not go after the pinket, now was I?

That’d be lik...

Chapter 20 - Secret in the drawer

SAKURA HARUNO

The sun rose sooner that day. Light filtered through her bedroom window, soft and golden, warming her skin where she lay stiff in bed.

The world outside her window carried on as usual. Birds chirped. The village stirred. Somewhere in the distance, someone called out about fresh produce at the market. Everything was normal.

So annoying. Sakura groaned, rolling onto her side, pulling the blanket over her drumming head.

Her body fel...

Chapter 19 - Mebuki Haruno IV

Mebuki let out a long, shuddering moan, the kind that started deep in her chest and spilled out in a trembling exhale. It was raw and drawn out.

Her fingers dug deeper into the plush flesh of her asscheeks, spreading herself wider, inviting more. Of course, she would. Not just to please me, but because she needed to feel every bit of this. Or perhaps to prove to herself that she could still take a man like this, that her body hadn't lost its grip on youth.

Her legs dangle...

Chapter 18 - Mebuki Haruno III

Mebuki's climax hit her like a sudden storm — her back arched sharply, her long, untrained legs locking around nothing as her inner walls fluttered around my fingers. It wasn't the controlled, vice-like clench of a kunoichi's body, just the raw, unfiltered spasms of a civilian woman who hadn't been touched properly in too long.

She had been ready for this, far more than I had anticipated.

It wasn’t just me—wasn’t just my touch, my words, the way I had played with her. The ...

Chapter 17 - Mebuki Haruno II

We reached her home—a modest, two-story house tucked within one of Konoha’s quieter districts. Civilian quarters. No grand compounds, no sprawling estates like the clans had. Just simple, practical homes lined neatly along the streets, built for families that lived off steady, average incomes.

The Haruno house was no exception. The walls were clean but plain, the roof showing early signs of wear—nothing severe, just the creeping neglect of a household that didn’t have the spare ...

Chapter 16 - Mebuki Haruno

Of course, as the ever-dutiful and kind gentleman, I offered to help carry her groceries home.

Mebuki was almost comical in her predictability.Putting on a theatrical little show of reluctance first before eagerly accepting, her laughter suddenly too loud, too pleased, as if my simple offer affirmed some long-held fantasy about being worth a jōnin’s time.

And if I’d already bedded the mother of the future Hokage, why stop there?

"Such a gentleman," she practically purre...

Chapter 15 - Mothers first

I smiled, all practiced charm, teeth flashing just enough to make it look effortless. A middle-aged woman clinging to her attitude like it was the last thing keeping her young.

She was so easy to read.

"Miss," I said, smooth as poured sake, leaning into the word just enough to underline it. "Are you alright?"

Mebuki’s sharp green eyes locked onto mine, unreadable for a heartbeat—then she scoffed, hand slapping onto her hip like she was scolding a misbehaving genin.

Chapter 14 - Spirit with unfinished business

One of the things that had me most fascinated in this world — even before my reincarnation — was fūinjutsu.

I couldn’t really explain why. Maybe it was the influence of other fantasy works I’d consumed in my past life. Maybe it was just something about the idea — that ink on paper could defy physics.

Of course, fūinjutsu wasn’t magic. Or rather, it was as magical as science was.

That was why I’d tried to go into computer science in my last life.

Chapter 13 - Was it worth it?

I hate waiting. I wasn’t particularly an impatient man, but I fucking hate waiting. Waiting was killing me. Not knowing was killing me. My guts twisted and my palms were getting sweaty.

The chair creaked under me as I shifted, fingers drumming against my thigh. The Hokage’s waiting room was too clean and too quiet. If I listen closely, I swear I can hear my pulse hammering in my ears.

Why send an Anbu first thing in the morning just to make me sit here? Why not get it over wit...

Chapter 12 - The Root's depth

DANZO SHIMURA

Hiruzen was weak. Danzō had long known this.

It was not a weakness of skill—Hiruzen had once been the strongest among them, the Professor, the God of Shinobi. Strength of arms, however, meant little when a man lacked the resolve to wield it. Hiruzen hesitated where he should have acted, sought peace where only war could secure Konoha’s future.

He spoke of the Will of Fire, of unity and understanding. Yet in his reign, the village had known...

Chapter 11 - A morning together II

Cooking was the mandatory skill for every cliché reincarnated protagonist.

Now, while I was pretty sure I was too much of a shitty person to be anyone’s protagonist, I still liked to maximize my chances.

Besides, I was an orphan in this life and a broke loner in the last. Not much of a choice, really. You either figured out how to cook, or you accepted malnutrition as your new best friend.

I rummaged through my cabinets, tossing aside a half-empty b...

Chapter 10 - A morning together

Hunger woke me before the numbness in my dead arm did. Anko’s head was a leaden lump crushing my bicep, her wild purple hair fanned out like she’d lost a fight with a pillow.

She wasn’t a graceful sleeper. I’d never tell her that, of course — she was a lady, after all. But a lady shouldn’t sprawl across the futon like a kunai-riddled corpse, limbs flung in every direction. An arm thrown across my chest, fingers twitching occasionally like she was dreaming about throttling so...

Chapter 09 - Anko Mitarashi IV

Anko collapsed onto the futon in a boneless heap, arms trembling, body slack with exhaustion. For a long moment, all she did was breathe — heavy, uneven, utterly wrecked.

Then, with what little strength she had left, she let out a hoarse chuckle.

“Tch… If Tsume ever saw this, she’d say I was a bitch trained wrong…” she turned her head slightly, looking at me through half-lidded, hazy eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. “Not that I mind. Long as I get my treats af...

Chapter 08 - Anko Mitarashi III

A slow smile curled the corner of my lips.

The moment the tip of my cock pressed against her entrance, her asshole winked—a tight, involuntary spasm. Or perhaps it was voluntary, you never knew with her. Her smooth cunt twitched, glistening folds clenching around nothing before releasing a slow, obscene trickle of arousal.

Thick.

Thicker than any woman I’d ever had.

Not the usual slickness, but denser — like honey. Thick, viscous, a sha...

Chapter 07 - Anko Mitarashi II

Anko’s smirk twisted into something feral. Her tongue flicked out again — longer, wetter—before she leaned in, her breath hot against my skin.

"Opportunity?" she purred, her voice a low, serpentine hiss. "Oh, I’m gonna do more than show it."

Her fingers traced the length of me, slow and deliberate, her nails scraping just enough to make my breath hitch. She watched my reaction like a snake tasting the air before striking. Then she leaned in.

The first kiss was almost...