Just Mei

Mei Terumi stood alone amidst the ruins of the manor, her breath heavy, her auburn hair whipping in the misty wind as the last embers of rebellion flickered around her. Killer Bee lay broken, Orochimaru reduced to a lifeless husk—only she remained, the final spark of defiance in a world consumed by the Tuffle Dominion. Her emerald eyes burned with resolve, refusing to tremble, refusing to beg. If this was her end, she’d meet it with fire. Her hands flashed into seals, molten lava bubbling at her lips, mist swirling at her command as she prepared to unleash everything in one final stand. But before she could strike, a presence overwhelmed her—a hand clamped around her throat with inescapable strength, lifting her effortlessly from the shattered ground.

Baby held her aloft, his red-silver eyes glinting with a hunger reserved solely for her, his silver-streaked hair glistening under the dim moonlight, his bio-organic armor pulsing with Kurama’s stolen might. His smirk dripped with indulgence, his voice—Naruto’s, twisted with velvet malice—purring, “Oh, Mei… you’re mine tonight—slowly, painfully, perfectly.” She struggled, her nails digging into his wrist, her Boil Release scalding the air, but it was futile against his divine power. “Let… me… go!” she snarled, her voice rasping against his grip. He chuckled darkly, his tail swaying as he pinned her against the wet stone, his hands tearing at her robes to expose her pale skin. “Oh, but that’s the fun part, my dear—I enjoy watching you fight.”

He entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust, his erection—Naruto’s, now his—pushing into her pussy with a **** that drew a choked scream, her body resisting even as the pain began. Tendrils of silver energy slithered from their joining, piercing her skin, threading through her veins, her very soul. Mei’s eyes widened, a strangled gasp ripping from her throat as her muscles convulsed, her chakra unraveling and twisting under his parasitic touch. It was worse than ****—a violation beyond comprehension, burning through every inch of her being. “Feel me rewrite you,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his hands groping her breasts with a bruising grip as he fucked her with sadistic relish, each thrust deeper, harder, prolonging her agony.

Her screams turned to moans of pain and **** pleasure, her body shuddering as the silver spread—a glistening sheen creeping up her form, her hair growing longer, flowing silver like liquid metal over her trembling shoulders. Her emerald eyes flickered, then blazed red-silver, her lips darkening to deep obsidian as the marks of submission etched themselves into her shuddering beauty. Baby smirked, drinking in her suffering, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” Her breath hitched, her vision blurring as her silver-tainted chakra boiled beneath her skin, replacing who she once was. He savored it—the exact moment her willpower cracked, her defiance melting into lustful devotion—his climax flooding her with his essence as she arched involuntarily beneath him, her resistance buckling.

Mei’s body twitched violently, a strangled, choked moan escaping her lips as the last of her defiance was stripped away. The silver tendrils withdrew, and she collapsed to her knees before him, her head bowed, her breath shallow and shaky. Her mind was his—no more resistance, only adoration. Slowly, she lifted her head, her glowing red-silver eyes gazing up at her master in awe, a wicked smile curving her blackened lips. “My Lord… Master Baby,” she whispered, her voice silky, worshipful, hungry, her conversion a slow, painful triumph he relished. He ran his fingers through her newly silvered hair, chuckling with satisfaction. “That’s better.”

Sasuke, Sakura, Hinata, and Kurenai looked on approvingly, their red-silver gazes fixed on their new sister as she embraced her true purpose. The rebellion was extinguished, the manor silent but for the echoes of Mei’s suffering—a delicious prelude to the world’s fall. Baby stood over her, his crimson gaze burning with cruel delight, the Mizukage now a perfected jewel in his crown of dominion, her slow, agonizing transformation a testament to his absolute victory. There was no more resistance—only the Tuffle Empire, only Lord Baby, and he had won.