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The main living room of the Inuzuka compound was filled with the low hum of evening. Plates of savory snacks sat between Hinata and Tsume, largely untouched. Hinata fidgeted, the conversation having taken a sharp turn.

“...dozens of lovers in my time,” Tsume stated casually, popping a piece of grilled meat into her mouth. “But the biggest, by far, was Hana’s father. A beast of a man.” She gestured with her chopsticks towards Kyle, who was across the room speaking quietly with Hana. “And even he was only about three-quarters of Kyle’s length.”

Hinata’s eyes widened, her gaze flicking nervously between Tsume and Kyle. “Tsume-san… do men… like it when you compare them like that?”

Tsume let out a loud, barking laugh. “Only if they come out on top! It’s the quickest way to start a fight or get a man ready for one. So, if you want to get Kyle going, just tell him the truth. Let him know how much bigger he is than anyone else you’ve known.” She leaned in, a wicked grin on her face. “Especially your husband.”

Before the flustered Hinata could respond, Hana sauntered over, a distinct pout on her lips. She flopped down beside her mother. “It’s not fair. I heard you two in the west bathhouse earlier. The sounds were incredible. You didn’t even think to invite me.”

Tsume shrugged, a ruthless gleam in her eye. “You were on patrol. A lesson has to be taken when the student is ready.” She then looked from her daughter to Hinata, a new, ambitious idea forming. “But there’s no rule against a group lesson. In fact, some of the most advanced techniques require multiple partners.” She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “How about it, girls? Let's give our teacher a proper thank you. All three of us, on our knees for his cock. Let's see if we can synchronize.”

Hinata’s breath hitched, her face flushing a deep, mortified red. But the idea, once planted by the formidable Alpha, felt less like a suggestion and more like a direct order. She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

The door to the "training" room opened and the three women entered.

Tsume, radiating raw, untamed confidence, wore a black lacquered collar and nothing else. Her body was a map of hard-won battles—corded muscle, faded scars, and skin toughened by a lifetime of combat. Her breasts were firm and heavy, and the grey hair between her legs was a stark declaration of her experience.

Hana moved with a predator's fluid grace, a band of red velvet stark against her throat. Her body was a deliberate contrast to her mother's—all soft, inviting curves. Her hips were full and swayed with each step, leading up to a narrow waist and high, round breasts with tips already hardened into tight buds.

And then there was Hinata. A thin, white silk robe, tied loosely at her waist, was utterly transparent. It clung to the lush, heavy swell of her breasts, clearly outlining the dark, large areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples. The fabric draped over the soft curve of her belly and the generous width of her hips, leaving the dark triangle of hair between her thick thighs completely visible. Around her slender neck was a new, simple leather collar—the mark of her provisional place in this new pack.

"Today's lesson is synchronization," Kyle announced, his gaze burning over each of them. "Tsume, you take the base and the balls. Hana, you work the shaft. Hinata… you are on the head. I want to see a coordinated effort. No sloppiness."

Tsume dropped to her knees first, her movement a swift, precise soldier's kneel. Without hesitation, she took the thick root of his cock into her mouth, her powerful jaw working as her experienced, calloused hands cupped and massured his heavy, dangling scrotum. Her face, framed by grey hair, was a mask of pure concentration, her narrow eyes fixed on his groin as if disassembling a weapon. There was no shame, no pleasure—only cold, professional determination.

Hana followed, her movements a fluid, seductive dance. She engulfed the length of his shaft, her scarlet lips gliding up and down, leaving a wet, gleaming trail. Her tongue, flexible and skilled, traced intricate patterns along the throbbing vein. She rolled her eyes back in theatrical ecstasy, emitting deep, guttural moans of pleasure that vibrated around his flesh, her cheeks hollowing to create exquisite pressure.

"Hinata, your turn," Kyle commanded, his voice rough.

Trembling, Hinata knelt before him. Her wide, pale eyes were fixed on the purplish, gleaming head of his cock, which pulsed before her face. Seeing the other women at work, she understood her duty. She leaned forward slowly and, closing her eyes, took the sensitive tip into her small, warm mouth.

The contrast was electrifying. Where Tsume was brutally efficient and Hana was performatively lewd, Hinata was pure, unfiltered sensuality. Her lips, impossibly soft and pillowy, closed around him with a reverent, trembling pressure. Her tongue, tentative yet achingly gentle, fluttered against his frenulum in shy, exploring flicks. She made no sound save for her shaky, nasal breaths and the wet, soft sounds of her mouth. Her expression was one of stunned, almost frightened awe, yet she continued, her obedience absolute.

"Synchronize your rhythm," Kyle grunted, placing his hands on their heads. "Tsume, count. One-two-three."

Under his command, the chaos became an orchestra. Tsume worked the base in a powerful, sucking tempo. Hana slid up and down the shaft in perfect time. And Hinata, following their lead, focused all her gentle attention on the swollen head, her tongue swirling and licking in the same relentless rhythm.

The sight was devastating. Three women, of three different levels of mastery and demeanor, united in a single act of service. Tsume's face—stern and resolute. Hana's—debauched and self-indulgent. And Hinata's—innocent and lost, yet performing her role with fatalistic surrender.

This contrast, this living tableau of his dominance, drove Kyle over the edge in minutes.

"I'm coming!" he roared, his body seizing up.

Three sets of lips tightened. Three tongues redoubled their efforts. He erupted in a powerful torrent, his hot cum flooding their mouths and splattering across their faces.

Tsume took it without a flinch, her throat working to swallow everything that entered her mouth, her face as impassive as if she were drinking water. Hana, with a slutty giggle, let some of the stream drip down her chin before licking it up, savoring the taste and putting on a show. Hinata choked and sputtered, her eyes watering as the thick, salty fluid overflowed her mouth. She tried to swallow, gagging, her innocent face contorted in a mask of shock and revulsion as white drops dripped down her chin and cheeks.
System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 75 (You can order her to suck you off in the middle of the day, she won't be mad).

When it was over, they remained on their knees, breathing heavily, their faces glazed with his seed. Hinata, still trembling, looked up at Kyle.

"Kyle-sensei... I... I don't understand," she whispered, her voice ragged. "How... how does this..." she swallowed, "...help my sex life with Naruto? I can't... we can't... do things like this."

Kyle, still catching his breath, gave her a patronizing smile. He patted her head gently.

"Silly girl. Of course not. But you know the Shadow Clone Technique, don't you?"

Hinata froze, her eyes widening with sudden, shocking comprehension.

"Kage Bunshin..." she murmured.

"Exactly," Kyle said. "You can make two, three, as many as you want. One clone can suck his cock while another licks his balls, and the real you can be sitting on his face. He will be in love with you like never before. He will worship you. All thanks to the skills you've acquired here."

Later that night, in the Uzumaki bedroom, Naruto lay in bed, nearly asleep atop a pile of paperwork.

"Naruto-kun?" Hinata's soft, shy voice roused him from his doze.

He gave a tired smile. "Ah, Hinata... Sorry, I almost fell asleep."

"I... I want to try something," she said, her cheeks burning. With a faint puff of chakra, two of her Shadow Clones appeared in the room. They were as real as she was, with the same shy smiles and flaming faces.

Naruto stared, his weariness instantly evaporating. "W-w-whoa! That's... that's new!"

The real Hinata gently pushed him onto his back. "Just... relax, Naruto-kun," she whispered, lowering herself to unbutton his pants while the two clones settled on either side of him.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Relationship Score has increased by 1. Current score: 97.