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Chapter 100 - The Will of Fire at its Finest
🕑 Added 2025-09-02 10:38:28 +0000 UTCNaruko didn't have the same inhibitions most girls had about having their chests exposed. Probably because in her mind, these weren't really her tits. Or more likely, she had never been taught about a girl’s dignity. What was proper, what was shameful.
She didn’t give a damn. She didn’t know to give a damn.
It wasn’t modesty she lacked; it was the wiring. Naruko didn’t have that programming. She wasn’t raised a girl, never soaked in all that social conditioning that makes women wrap their arms around their chest the second a shirt slips too far. She didn’t have the years of stolen glances, whispers behind fans, or older women scolding her about “keeping her virtue.”
She had Naruto’s brain under all that skin, and Naruto had never lived as a girl. To him, boobs weren’t shameful or sacred; they were props. Weapons in a prank. Just another jutsu.
She curiously watched the head of my shaft disappear and reappear between her pressed breasts, then glanced up at my face as I groaned. She bit her lip, face flushed, breathing growing heavier.
Because it wasn’t just a jutsu or a prank, was it?
The body had nerves. That much was obvious now. She could fake the sultry moans, fake the nurse act, fake the exaggerated pout, but the arousal was damn real. Sensitivity didn’t care if the brain was Naruto’s. Flesh responded to touch, and she was learning that for the first time.
Like a switch flipping, she smirked again, seductive and sly, her big blue eyes fluttering. “Mmm…Sensei should just relax and let Naruko-chan take care of everything," she purred, pressing my hands away. "A good patient lets his nurse do her job properly."
She wiggled her ass as she positioned both hands on either side of her huge tits, pushing them together and starting a proper titjob, earnestly moving up and down with amateur enthusiasm. It might have been a clumsy technique, but it was possibly the best I'd ever had.
Velvet heat swallowed me whole. The feel was indescribable—hot, slick with the precum already leaking from my tip, tight enough to provide friction but soft enough to feel like heaven. Every stroke sent electricity up my spine.
I licked my lips, my mind wandering despite the pleasure. I wondered how Kushina's titjobs would compare. Size-wise, Naruko probably had her beat, but her mom… oh, she’d have the softness of a mother, the ripeness of years, and breasts that lactated before; real milkers.
That thought made my dick jump violently and my hips push up, seeking more of that incredible sensation.
“Ooh!“ Naruko noticed instantly. “It’s twitching! Heh—harder than before. Wow, sensei… it’s so alive!” Her tone was fascinated, half horny, half-boyish awe slipping through.
I looked down at the view and swallowed hard. Kneeling between my legs, ass up, those massive tits wrapped around my cock, her flushed face concentrated on her work, twin-tails bouncing with each stroke. The way she looked up at me through those long lashes, lips slightly parted...
"Give it a kiss," The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
I watched her internal struggle play out across those expressive features. She froze completely, then made the most adorable disgusted face I'd ever seen.
"Egh, that’s Gross," she said, nose wrinkling cutely. Then she caught herself, covering with a laugh that was just a bit too forced, too high-pitched. "What is sensei asking his cute nurse to do? Eishin is so bad~" she teased with a nervous giggle.
I reached down and put my hand on her head again, patting her affectionately. She should’ve swatted it away, but instead… she leaned into it. Like a cat. Odd. I stroked her hair slowly.
"You know," I said gently, looking deep into those wide blue eyes, "a kiss always makes it better. That's rule one of nursing, isn't it? The most basic healing technique there is. Kiss it better. Heal with kindness." My voice was soft, coaxing. "Just a little smooch to help your patient feel better."
Her lips parted. She stared at me for a long beat before her eyes dropped. She muttered something I couldn’t catch, then leaned down. Quick, almost desperate. Her lips brushed the head of my cock, soft and brief, just a press and gone.
"There. Happy now?" she said, trying to sound annoyed, not noticing the thin trail of precum sticking to her pouty lips, connecting her to my dick until it finally snapped off.
I forgot to breathe for a moment. My chest locked, heart rattling in my ribs. Why the hell am I acting like a virgin? I asked myself, then smiled warmly at her, forcing air back into my lungs.
"Good girl," I said, patting her head more affectionately, letting genuine approval color my voice.
Rewards were crucial after someone crossed a boundary. Crossing a line once meant she could cross it again. Blur a boundary today, redraw it further tomorrow. Praise and compliments help in that. It made the next transgression easier, obfuscating the lines of what was acceptable.
I rationalized my desires. I'd always loved this part—slowly pushing girls' boundaries, making them question their own limits until they didn't know where they stood anymore.
That must be it.
She scoffed, cheeks burning, lips pursed in a stubborn little line, whisker marks twitching with the expression. “D-don’t say that, you perv. I was just doing my job! I’m a nurse, remember?” Her voice cracked with embarrassment at first, but by the end, she was grinning widely, practically beaming.
Couldn’t tell whether it was due to the praise or she was just proud of the act, but my heart missed a beat.
"Yes," I nodded seriously. "The best nurse there is."
She absolutely glowed at that, and I decided that I fucking love that smile. It was my favorite from now on.
I kept patting her head, then let my hand drift to caress her flushed face. Again, surprisingly, she just leaned into my touch like a cat seeking warmth. I cupped her jaw, thumb stroking across her cheek and those adorable whiskers, lifting her face to meet my eyes.
I'd found that Naruko or the one playing as her, was always more honest and open when cornered by direct eye contact and an earnest voice. No posturing there, just raw nerves. Something about being seen and acknowledged that got past all the bluster and bravado.
Those doe eyes looked up at me with curiosity, some lust, and such trust that it almost made me feel guilty. Almost.
"Did you hate it?" I asked softly.
She tried to wriggle away from the question, eyes flicking aside. I shifted her jaw gently back. She dropped her gaze, muttering barely above a whisper, “I… I don’t hate it or anything.”
That meek, vulnerable way she said it ignited a fire in my chest that had little to do with arousal and everything to do with possession.
"Then you won't mind giving it some more." Trying to sound pleading, for some reason, it wasn’t that hard. “Those healing kisses, I mean.“
She didn't say anything. Rare. Indecision wasn't something I was used to seeing from the Child of Prophecy. But it also told me she just needed a small push.
So I picked at her pride. "Or is the best nurse in Konoha not up to the challenge?" I said, grinning.
That got the intended effect. Her head snapped up, fire blazing in those blue eyes. Is that the Will of Fire? Maybe.
“Tch! Don’t underestimate me, bastard! I can handle anything—dattebayo!” A pause. “I mean, I'll show you just how good Naruko-chan's treatment can be!“
Before I could say another word, she attacked. Her tits slid up and down my shaft fast and furious, clumsy but eager, and every time the cockhead slipped free she darted down to plant a quick wet kiss on it.
“Take this! And this! Bet you weren’t ready for that, huh?!”
The view was obscene, the sensation even more so. Those massive tits, pale and flushed, squashing tight around me, bouncing with each stroke. Her pouty lips glistening, leaving faint smears of precum with every peck and the wet heat after pressing against the tip. Her big blue eyes locked on me, between kisses, all determined concentration mixed with growing arousal, was the most obscene sight I'd ever witnessed.
I grit my teeth hard. I was already dangerously close to the edge. So fucking pathetic. This doesn't make any sense.
At some point, she paused, noticing the increasing amount of glossy precum leaking from the tip. Her nose scrunched.
"This stuff keeps coming out," she said, tilting her head. “Weird… it’s like—sticky? Heh. Gross, but… kinda shiny.” She licked her lips without thinking, and her eyes flicked wide for a heartbeat as if she didn’t mean to do that. “And salty……“ she muttered in confusion.
I must’ve given something away, a shudder, a hiss, the way my hips jerked. She caught it. Her mouth curved into a devil’s grin. I didn’t like it, but damn do I love it.
“Ohhh… I see,” she purred, voice rich with smug triumph. And then she went back at it, pumping my cock between her tits and kissing the head every time it popped free, watching my face with lusty satisfaction, like a predator savoring its prey.
"Fuck," I swore through gritted teeth.
The bitch was clearly enjoying herself with every groan and curse she could wring out of me.
As if her relentless assault on my self-control wasn't enough, she had to run her mouth too. She smirked up at me between strokes, tits squeezing tight on my shaft.
"I was worried at first—this thing is so ridiculously huge, y’know!" Her grin widened, eyes gleaming with mischief. "But turns out —pfft— it's nothing special! Naruko-chan can handle way more than this wimpy thing!"
I couldn't tell if that was meant as provocation or some twisted compliment, but either way, I scowled. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge either.
"Seems like this nurse is getting a little too comfortable with her patient," I drawled, poking her cute little nose with my finger. "Maybe she needs a reminder of who's in charge here."
I slid my hands down to cup those magnificent tits, feeling their weight and warmth in my palms.
She tilted her head, eyes following my hand.
"Ha! Like sensei could ever—ahhn—!"
Her voice cracked mid-sentence as my fingers pinched her nipple, rolling it gently, giving just enough twist to drag a moan out of her. A real one. Not the fake breathy sigh she’d tried earlier, not the smug laugh she’d covered with before. This was sharp, startled, shameless—pure Naruko, Sexy Jutsu or not.
Her whole body reacted—back arching, ass wiggling, and those big blue eyes going wide with shock. The real moan had clearly caught her off guard as much as it did me, and I could see her pride taking a hit at the involuntary response.
The sound was cute, too cute for her own good. Quirky, girlish, almost confused, but hot in a way that made my cock twitch painfully.
She glared up at me through a haze of red cheeks, aggrieved and flustered, and I met her with a forced mocking smile, though with her flushed face and nipple caught between my fingers, her expression was more arousing than intimidating.
“What’s the matter?” I teased, voice low. “Could it be this nurse’s boasts were empty after all? Can’t really handle the patient, hm?”
As I spoke, I circled the areola on her left tit with my thumb while giving her right nipple a gentle pull. Her breath hitched, a soft "ngh!" escaping her lips as her press on my shaft tightened reflexively.
I had to be careful, though. Too much stimulation too fast, and she might lose control of the Sexy Jutsu. And if the transformation dropped now… fuck no. That’d be hell. Awkward, ugly, and utterly mood-killing. No way in fuck was I risking that. I needed to walk this fine line between pushing her boundaries and keeping her grounded in the jutsu.
My mind wandered briefly to the technical aspects. A jutsu formula to maintain the transformation without conscious effort….. It wouldn't be too difficult. I was already using similar principles in my Firehand technique to keep it stable without constant input. Applying that to a henge wouldn’t be hard.
I shook my head. No. No overthinking. This was already a bad idea. A forced set of circumstances. The last time I’d ever let myself get dragged this far with Naruko.
Best not to plan for a future that wouldn’t come.
Comments
Varisis
Alright I never expected Naruto to get corrupted this easily but he always stuck me as unaware bi
Alex Woll
Oh he should definitely plan for it.
