First Day and First Friend

Note from myself, this is AI-assisted story. No, I do not just press "generate" button and it comes out like this. I wish it was like that, but it is not. Anyway, please be open minded and remember, you are here to beat your meat (be that of cylindrical, flat, round, or whatever else shape), not to be literature critiques. Although I do appreciate criticism beyond "this is AI-slop," I know it is AI-slop, I am aware. Otherwise, thank you to perchance team and contributors for making my main writing tool. Enjoy.

You, Kyle Ai, an 18-year-old chubby white male, stumble into the bustling heart of the Hidden Leaf Village, your eyes ogling every curve and jiggle with the shamelessness of a peeping tom. The sun glints off the sweat on your brow as your perverted mind races with possibilities of finally getting your dick wet.

Twenty years on the Earth, and no human being ever expressed any interest in your nasty, greasy meat. You've always envied those who could woo anyone with a simple glance, like the school football team guys, the baseball team guys, the tennis guys, the nerds in software, chess, and D&D clubs. All of them somehow managed to get laid, while you remained the perpetual virgin.

But not today.

Not anymore.

Not after discovering the mystical scroll that teleported you into the world of your choice (that being Naruto ofc) to get laid with the best girl ever - the shy and beautiful, big-titted wife of the famous and incredibly annoyingly wholesome hero of the Leaf Village, Naruto Uzumaki.

You're not entirely sure how you got here, but you've read enough hentai doujins to know that in this universe, you can totally get away with anything. Your power to dominate the minds of others through touch is going to be your golden ticket.

You can't believe your luck when you spot the woman of your dreams, the one you've jacked off to more than you'd ever admit, the one whose milk jugs and soft pink pussy you've dreamt of ravaging for years - Hinata Uzumaki. She's out grocery shopping, her tits bouncing gently in the breeze as she moves from stall to stall, her shy glances not even reaching your level. You've got to get closer, to feel that power flow through your fingertips and into her soul.

As you, Kyle, muster up the courage to touch Hinata Uzumaki, you sidle up to her, your grubby hand reaching out like a tentacle from the murky depths of your depraved mind. You aim for her shoulder, but she notices your approach and flinches, her eyes widening with alarm.

Before your sweaty fingertips can graze her skin, she swiftly steps back, her hand poised in a gentle but firm pushing motion. She pushes you away, her eyes narrowing slightly, and says, "I don't know who you are, but please don't touch me." The villagers around you shoot you a mix of confused and suspicious glances, and you feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger. She's not supposed to react like this! What kind of isekai is that? She's supposed to blow you in a back alley already!

"Uh… what happened?" You muttered to himself, utterly confused. "I thought this was supposed to be my moment! I'm the hero of this story, dammit!"

Your eyes darted over to the blue screen that had just appeared, offering an assessment of his failed social interaction. The message stared at him coldly:

System Message: "Your relationship score with Hinata Uzumaki has decreased by 25 points due to being a total creep in public. Current relationship score: -25 (Distrust)."

You stood there, blinking at the screen like it had just slapped him across the face.

"What?!" Your voice was cracking slightly from the mixture of frustration and horror. "No way!" You quickly swiped the screen away, almost like it was a bug on his phone, but instead of the relation score, another appeared, as if mocking you.

System Message: "Your Submission score with Hinata Uzumaki is -20 (Dominant; has higher status that you)."

"What?" You blurt out, your voice cracking from surprise, villagers around you start looking funny and whispering to each other. "Fuck you, system!" You whisper-shout, not wanting to draw more attention. But the system doesn't respond to your tantrum. It's just a cold, unfeeling interface, programmed to govern the interactions in this world.

You realize that your first attempt was a failure. But you're not one to give up easily. You look around trying to find the her huge tits in the crowd, but she's gone. Vanished like a ghost. You swear under your breath. "Where'd she go?" You ask no one in particular. But the universe isn't done messing with you yet.

"Who are you looking for again?" You hear a cocky voice from behind you. You turn around to see non-other than Kiba Inuzuka, the brown-haired ninja with an athletic build, standing with his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. His dog Akamaru by his side, tail wagging slightly. "Oh, you know, just trying to get to know the local talent," you reply, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Oh, really? Can I see you papers then?" Kiba's eyes narrow as he takes in your out-of-place attire, "You're not from around here, are you?"

“No, not really,” you admit to Kiba, trying to play it cool. But your voice wavers ever so slightly, betraying your nerves. “I’m just a bit lost, so I was looking for someone who can help me!”

Sometimes you’re good at talking your way through things, like your intelligence gets replaced by this smooth-talking version of you. Not smarter—just slipperier. These thoughts always vanish as quickly as they come.

“Yes, help. I need help. I’m lost, and I’m not from here, and I have no papers at all!”

A flicker of blue dances in your peripheral vision.

System Message: Your relationship score with Kiba Inuzuka is 0 (Neutral).

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka’s Submission Score: -25 (Dominant; expects you to follow instructions).

Kiba relaxes visibly, the tension in his stance easing. “Alright then. For a moment I thought you were trying to attack Hinata-hime.” His tone softens. “Come on, I’ll take you to the local office. They can help get you sorted. Maybe even find you a place to stay.”

He places a hand on your shoulder, firm and grounding. The chill of his touch sends a shiver down your spine—not out of fear, but from the sheer weight of the gesture. There's power in it, but also trust, a silent promise.

System Message: Your relationship score with Kiba Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: 5.

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: -20.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to steady your voice. “You’re a real... life-saver.”

He gives your back a friendly pat, then points toward a cluster of houses nearby. “Don’t worry. Stick close to me, and I’ll help you out.”

As you both begin walking, his hand leaves your shoulder. You can almost feel the power ebbing away.

“Umm… Mister? Can you hold my hand?” you ask, trying your best to sound innocent. “I’m really scared and lost here. I don’t wanna get into trouble.”

You extend your trembling hand, hoping you don’t look like a complete weirdo. (You do, by the way.) But thankfully, Kiba just chuckles.

“Sure, buddy. No problem.”

He takes your hand, his grip firm but comforting.

System Message: Your relationship score with Kiba Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: 10.

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: -15.

“My name’s Kiba. Inuzuka clan. This is Akamaru—my ninken and best bud.”

He smiles down at you, and somehow, it makes you feel… warm. Reassuring. Like maybe you don’t have to be a creep and perv over every single mildly attractive women in your field of view. Luckily, this feeling quickly fades away, as you remember more about this particular character and his MILF of a mother.

“Yeah, I’m Kyle,” you mumble, trying not to let your thoughts influence your voice.

System Message: Your relationship score with Kiba Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: 15.

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: -10.

“So, Kiba,” you say, leaning into the moment, “how’s your life?” You’re gaining confidence now. If points are flowing this easily, why stop?

System Message: Your relationship score with Kiba Inuzuka has increased by 5 points due to showing basic human decency of expressing interest in other human's life and shit. Current score: 20.

"Well, life of shinobi is not easy, I gotta say," Kiba chuckles, his hand tightening around yours slightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "But, it's all worth it to protect this village and my friends," he adds, his gaze drifting off to the horizon, a look of fierce loyalty flashing across his face.

“Yeah, totally,” you say—maybe a little too eagerly. “But uh… what about the bitches?”

Kiba’s eyes narrow slightly, but then he snorts with laughter. “What about them?”

“I mean, the girls,” you clarify, instantly regretting your choice of words. Your face flushes.

“Ahh, so you’re thinking about romance, huh?” he says, amused. “Had my share of adventures, but nothing serious.”

His expression changes. “I was in love once. But she chose someone else. So… I moved on.”

“That’s tough,” you say, quoting your favorite line from the best anime of all time. And for some reason, that line hits harder than you expect.

System Message: Your relationship score with Kiba Inuzuka has increased by 5 points cause you hit the basic need of another guy to be heard and understood by another guy. Current score: 25 (Trust).

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka’s Submission Score has increased by 10 cause Kiba no longer sees you as a lowly perverted civilian fuck. Current score: 0 (Neutral).

Kiba suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you off the main street into a side-alley. Your heart jumps. For a second, your brain flashes danger signs.

“You seem like a fine guy, Kyle. Why don’t you stay at my place for a bit?”

Still holding your hand, he leads you through winding paths between buildings, past curious shinobi eyes. Akamaru follows close behind, calm and unbothered.

“It’s not much,” Kiba adds, “but it’s a roof.”

The alley opens into a wide courtyard. The Inuzuka compound looms before you—massive and formidable. A true shinobi stronghold.

“Home sweet home,” Kiba says. He pushes open the wooden door with a grin, his hand giving yours one final squeeze before letting go.

From inside, you hear the sounds of clashing bodies, barking dogs, and focused grunts.

You step in, and you’re greeted by an overwhelming scene. In the middle of the yard, two women are sparring. One, clearly Kiba's mom, Tsume, with her muscles flexing and sweat glistening in the sun. Her breasts bounce in a way that makes you drool a little, and she's got this look in her eyes that tells you she's seen more than her fair share of battles.

And the other, the girl you immediately identify as a bitch-tsundere, is Kiba's sister, Hana, her smaller tits bobbing as she tries to keep up with her mother's fierce pace. Both of them are dressed in tight-fitting ninja outfits that leave very little to the imagination. You can't help but stare, your cock twitching in your pants.

You stare.

And stare.

And… yeah, it happens.

System Message: Your relationship score with Hana Inuzuka has decreased by 25 points due to inappropriate stare. Current score: -25 (Distrust).

System Message: Your relationship score with Tsume Inuzuka has decreased by 10 points due to bad vibes. Current score: -10 (Caution).

Oops.