Friend's Mom, of course!

The sound of Kiba explaining what the hell you are doing in their home went over your head as you tried to process the system's message. "How dare that bitch hate me even before I opened my mouth?" You think. Of course, you totally do plan to turn her into mindless sex-**** and fuck her alongside her old bitch of a mother, but she doesn't know that.

"Hello, my name is Kyle," You extended your hand with a shaky smile, trying to cover up your lustful stare.

System Message: Due to showing a basic human decency and introducing yourself the relationship score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current score: -5.

Tsume, the muscle mommy of the pack, eyes you with a stern gaze. She wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and approaches you, her large, muscular body moving with surprising grace. "Let’s take a look at what Kiba brings home this time," she says, her voice a low growl. "Welcome to the Inuzuka compound. I am Tsume, and this," she nods at Hana, "is my daughter, Hana."

The system message made you a bit less dense and shitting, as the tower of muscles finally released you hand. Standing right under her made you realize how fucking tall this bitch really was. And that, unfortunately, made you horny.

"It's my pleasure, Ms. Inuzuka," You hold her hand and bow, hoping for another tick of the score, "I'm Kyle, I'm so grateful for your hospitality." You're trying to keep your eyes on her face, but your gaze keeps dropping down to her chest. Her tits aren't as big as Hinata's, but they're still a handful. And those abs... You've never seen a woman with abs like that. And the smell, clearly a lot of sweat, but damn he felt like he's sniffing pure power. You already wonder how likely you are to motorboat in those sweaty mounds by the end of the day.

System Message: Tsume Inuzuka’s Submission Score is -95 (She expects you to be her little and extremely obedient bitch).

“Wait… waitwaitwait... -Ninety-freaking-five?!” The alarms were blaring inside your head.

Not gentle “hey-hey-watch-it” alarms. No. This was full-on DOOM music-intensifies, red lights flashing, giant bold letters screaming: "YOU’RE NOT THE DOM HERE, CHAMP."

You glanced up at Tsume again. Muscles. Scars. Abs that looked carved out of stone.

The kind of woman who could bench press more that you and another you, and another you weighted combined. Yep. That tracked.

You gulped.

"Alright, pup, I’m not that scary!" Tsume’s hand lands heavily on your shoulder, her fingers digging in with a pressure that makes your breath catch. It’s the kind of grip that immediately sends you back to those school days of being shoved into your own locker by some cocky jock who thought (correctly) that you were perving over his girlfriend.

You glance towards Hana, hoping for some kind of help, but she sizes you up like you’re a pathetic creep, then scoffs and turns her back on you. Pfft—she dismisses you without a second thought.

Tsume’s face shifts, her nose wrinkling as if she catches a whiff of something unpleasant. "You really need a bath," she mutters, her stern gaze softening into a wide, almost menacing grin. "Now, let’s get you cleaned up before dinner." You try to twitch from under her grip, but it seems she takes your attempts to get out for a some weird nervous tick.

Tsume notices your nervous twitch immediately, her eyes narrowing in a way that’s both sharp and almost amused. Her grip on your shoulder tightens for a moment, a clear warning that she’s not about to let you slip away. She smirks, clearly reading your discomfort as weakness, and gives you a little shove forward.

"Relax, pup, this way!" Tsume commands, giving your back a firm pat as she guides you toward the bathhouse. "You’re in need of a good bath." Her grip tightens on your shoulder, and you feel that familiar urge to panic, to break free. But you’re not that scared schoolboy anymore, though. Now, you’re a fat, unemployed man. And you independently decide that you are in need of a good bath.

The bath house is a traditional wooden structure, steaming from the hot water that's been drawn from the village's underground hot springs. The scent of herbs fills the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the Inuzuka women's sweat. You follow her into the changing room, feeling like the first time you 'accidentally' walked in the girl's locker-room. Tsume doesn't bother to hide her body, her muscles rippling like a Greek statue come to life as she tosses her shirt aside. Your cock twitches, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Tsume doesn't seem to notice your discomfort as she strips down to her underwear, revealing the full extent of her toned body. Her abs are like a washboard, her breasts large and firm, and her bra and panties are soaked with sweat. You try to avert your gaze, but it's like your eyes have a mind of their own, drawn to the sight of her powerful form. You're not sure if it's admiration or lust that fuels your stare, but you know you can't stop.

"Well, boy? You gonna take a bath in you clothes, or what?" Her snarky tone snaps you out of your trance, and you realize she's fully naked now, standing with her arms folded across her chest. Her boobs are... great. Like, not just big; they're a fucking spectacle. The perfect roundness, the way they sit high and firm despite their size, the slight jiggle with every movement she makes. It's like gravity forgot to apply to them, like they're floating there, taunting you.

But it’s the dark pink areolae and the tight, pointed nipples that really grab your attention. They're like the north star of this muscular wonderland, and your eyes can't help but trace the path from her abs up to those heavenly peaks. They're not small either, and they stand out like two delicious little cherries atop the most intimidating ice-cream sundae you've ever seen. You can almost feel the urge to lean in and take a nibble.

You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again.

She turns slightly, just enough to glance back at you over one powerful shoulder, her smirk full of fang. "Need help with the buttons, princess?"

You fumble with your clothes like you've never worn pants before. Your fingers are butter, your shirt gets caught on your head, and by the time you finally get everything off, you're standing there like a deer caught in chakra-charged headlights—naked, flushed, and very much at attention.

She catches your stare and smirks. "Oh? The little bitch is enjoying the sight?" She doesn't make any more comments and simply turns her back on you to fix the shower head. You can't help but follow the curves of her body with your eyes, from her broad, muscular shoulders, down her back, to that ass... You realize that meeting your end between those thighs might not be the worst fate imaginable.

However, your suicidal thought get interrupted by her voice. "Into the shower! We don't have all day!" Tsume barks, snapping you out. You quickly hop under the spray, trying to cover yourself with your hands. The water is hot, almost scalding, but it does wonders to wash away the grime of travel. Tsume steps in behind you, her large, firm breasts brushing against your back.

“Sit,” she says, patting the floor beside her.

You don’t hesitate. Your knees creak slightly as you fold yourself down next to her, as her presence already presses against you like a physical ****. Her strong hands start scrubing your back. You can't help but let out a soft moan as her hands move down to your ass, her nails digging in slightly. You can feel your cock swell even more, getting to the almost 3pm position.

System Message: Your relationship score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: 5 (Neutral).

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: -85.

“You’re too jittery,” she mutters, without looking at you. “A good pup knows how to be still, or he'll get the stick."

You freeze, willing your fingers to stop twitching in your lap. The silence stretches, heavy with her expectation. You take a slow breath. You focus. You are not smart, but for some reason, you know the only way out it to get those numbers into positives.

Unfortunately for you, your cock seems to have a mind of its own, and it decides to take the opportunity to stand tall and proud as she reaches around to soap up your chest. You can feel the warm water cascading down your body, mixing with the soap and your own excitement. Her touch is firm, almost rough, but it feels surprisingly good. You close your eyes, letting out another soft moan as her soapy hands glide over your flesh.

"Oh, little bitch boy here is happy that a big momma-wolf washes him," she taunts, her voice low and gruff. "You like that, don't you?" Her hand snakes around to the front and start going around your stomach and thigh, getting closer and closer to your cock.

System Message: Your relationship score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: 15.

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: -75 (She views you as her bitch, you can yap, just try not to annoy her).

The message was hard to read, but not cause of the steam, but because of the precum clouding your vision. "Fuck," You whisper under the spray, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"What's that, you bitch-boy? You though you could just walk into my house and start ogling me and my daughter like that?" Tsume's hand wrapped around your cock, squeezing it firmly. You let out a yelp, trying to jerk away, but she holds you in place, her grip like iron. "You're pathetic," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can just get a free show?" Her hand starts to move up and down, her nails digging into your flesh with every stroke.

"You know I can just rip your cock off, and tell my son that you were here to steal our clan secrets, right?" Tsume says with a smug smile as she squeezes harder, her grip on your cock feeling like a vice. "But, I think I've got a better idea," she says, her voice taking on a playful tone that sends shivers down your spine. "I haven't had fun in while, and you seem equipped enough."

Her hand starts moving more gently now, her strokes becoming more deliberate and teasing. You're torn between the pain and the pleasure, your knees threatening to buckle under the intense sensation. "What do you... mean?" you manage to ask, your voice a hoarse whisper.

She leans in, her heat washing over your skin. “It doesn't matter. What matters is if you like being told what to do?”

You hesitate. Then nod.

A low chuckle rumbles from her throat. She reaches out and brushes a damp strand of hair from your forehead with surprising gentleness.

System Message: Your relationship score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: 25 (Trust).

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: -65 (Your safe word is “Yes, Mistress”).

Tsume chuckles darkly, her teeth gleaming in the steamy light. "I know what you're after. All civilian boys your age are crazy about some ninja-pussy, aren't you?" she says, her eyes boring into yours. You nod frantically, unable to speak. "Good, good," she says, her grip on your cock tightening slightly. "I don't know why, usually a fool like you would already be eaten by the clan's ninkens, but I trust you for some reason."

"Thank you," You said it with the most devotion you had, "Thank you!" You thanked the system again and again, realizing how close you got the part of the story that was left outside of the screen.

Tsume, however, thought you were talking to her and smirks, her hand still working your cock with surprising skill. "You're welcome, Kyle. Now, let's get this little problem under control," she says, her grip tightening once more, "Let’s see if you can follow simple instructions. Otherwise, I will tear your cock off.” She said it in the most nonchalant way possible and you are really not about figuring out if she is serious or not.

You nodded, your body trembling as the pleasure grew. "Good boy," she murmured, her other hand reaching around to cup your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Your order for now is not to cum.” The warmth of her breath on your ear sends jolts of sensation through your body as you cling to her every word. Her hand continues its deliberate, skilled rhythm, but thankfully you are too scared to notice.

You try to focus on breathing as she switches her hand, letting the sensations build like a slow-burning ember. In that suspended moment, she leans close, her eyes glinting with a mixture of authority and playful challenge. “I want you to hold on. Prove to me that you can be an obedient bitch.” Her voice sounded almost motherly, if not for her blood-thirsty smile clearly promising you a bloody end if you break her order.

System Message: Your relationship score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 5points. Current Score: 30.

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current Score: -60 (She would let you choose how you’ll be punished).