Lesson 1

The private booth felt smaller than before, maybe because now Kyle set right next to the big-tittited kunoichi and was not really looking around. Hinata sat with her hands folded in her lap, her posture perfectly straight,yet her eyes were barely rising above table-level.

Kyle watched her, his eyes tracing the line of her throat down to where the blue fabric of her yukata stretched taut over the generous swell of her breasts. "We just did an assessment," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the quiet space. "But now it is time for the lesson. Give me your hands."

Hinata flinched, her pale eyes darting up to his face. It was a broad face, with a strong jaw and features that were more rugged than handsome. His nose was slightly too large, his skin marked with the faint traces of old blemishes. Compared to her own delicate, princess-like features—the large, luminous eyes, the small, straight nose, the perfectly shaped lips—he was a pig. But she obeyed, slowly lifting her hands and placing them in his.

His grip was firm, his palms rough and warm, completely enveloping her smaller, softer hands. "Good," he murmured. "Now, I'm going to kiss you. This time, you will not be passive. You will participate."

Before she could protest, he leaned across the low table. His body was large, blocking the light. He didn't pause or hesitate. He simply moved in, and his mouth covered hers.

It was not a gentle meeting. His lips were fuller, less refined than hers, and they mashed against her delicate mouth with purposeful pressure. Hinata froze for a second, her body rigid with shock.

"Relax your mouth," he growled against her lips. "Part them."

She trembled, her jaw loosening. The kiss became wet. She felt the blunt pressure of his tongue demanding entry.

"Let me in."

A whimper caught in her throat. Her lips parted.

His thick tongue pushed deep into her mouth, exploring every part of it with a slow, wet thoroughness. He tasted of man and dominance. Her own small tongue fluttered weakly against the invasion.

"Move your tongue," he breathed, not breaking the kiss. "Touch mine."

She obeyed, her timid tongue sliding against his. The slick, intimate contact sent a shock through her body. Her initial stiffness melted into a warm, heavy feeling. Without thinking, her fingers curled, intertwining with his, holding his hands back.

The kiss deepened, becoming a wet, open-mouthed rhythm. A low moan built in her throat.

"Don't hold back," he whispered into her mouth. "Let me hear you."

The permission broke her. The moan escaped, a soft, breathy sound that was swallowed by his mouth. She kissed him back now, her movements clumsy but eager, her tongue actively meeting his.

When he finally pulled away, both were breathing heavily. Hinata’s face was flushed a deep red. Her lips were swollen, wet, and slightly parted. Her mind was empty of everything but the taste of him and the throbbing warmth between her legs.

It was then that her eyes dropped. The fabric of his trousers was strained over a massive, unmistakable bulge. It was thick and long, tenting the material.

Hinata stared, her mouth falling slightly open. "K-Kyle... you're..."

"No time for training like the present," Kyle said, his voice husky. He didn't wait for a reply. He unfastened his pants and pulled them down just enough to free his erection.

Hinata gasped. His cock was huge, far larger than she had ever seen or imagined. It was thick, veiny, and stood rigidly from a nest of dark hair. The sheer size of it was intimidating.

"I... I can't," she stammered, shrinking back. "I cannot have sex with you, Kyle. Not here. Not ever. I'm married."

"This isn't sex," Kyle explained calmly, though his cock twitched with his pulse. "This is another lesson. A man gets hard for many reasons. But when it's your husband, it's your duty, your privilege, to take care of it. You need to learn to drain his cock, to relieve his stress. Today, you'll learn with your hands."

He took her right hand, the one that had been so delicately holding her teacup, and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Her hand was almost too small to close around his girth. The skin was hot and smooth like silk over solid steel.

"Move your hand up and down," he instructed, his voice tight.

Blushing furiously, Hinata began to move her hand. The motion was awkward, her grip too tentative. After a minute, her small hand began to tire.

"You're getting tired. Use both hands," Kyle said. He shifted his position, turning sideways to give her better access.

Hinata, now fully immersed in the "lesson," obeyed. She placed her left hand below her right, both hands working in a clumsy, jerking motion on his enormous member. She was focused on the task, her brow furrowed in concentration. As she worked, she couldn't help but make a comparison.

"Wow, Kyle," she breathed, her eyes fixed on the moving flesh in her hands. "You are... you are much bigger than..." She trailed off, too embarrassed to finish.

"Go on," Kyle encouraged, his breathing becoming more ragged. "It's important to be honest with your desires. For example," he grunted, "your boobs are much nicer and bigger than Tsume's. They're perfect."

The crude compliment made her blush, but it also gave her a strange thrill. Emboldened, her hands moving a little faster, she finished her thought, her voice a shy whisper. "Thank you.... So, your cock is... it is much bigger than Naruto's."

That was it. The image of Hinata on her knees, admitting his superiority over the Hokage, her small hands desperately working his larger cock, was too much for him.

"I'm going to cum," he growled.

He grabbed a napkin from the table and pressed it to the head of his cock just as his body tensed. Thick, hot ropes of semen shot out, so much that the thin paper napkin was instantly saturated. The excess spilled over the edges, coating Hinata's fingers and the back of her hand with the warm, sticky fluid.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 10. Current score: 50 (She kinda likes it when you tell her what to do).

Hinata stared at her soiled hand, a look of pure shock on her face.

"Okay," Kyle said, his body slumping back in post-orgasmic relaxation. He gestured to her hand with his chin. "Go on, just lick it off. Consider it part of the curriculum. A wife should be familiar with her husband's taste."

Hinata looked from his face to the white cum on her fingers. The command was the most degrading yet. But the "curriculum," the "duty," the need to be a perfect, uninhibited wife—it all coalesced in her mind. Slowly, hesitantly, she brought her fingers to her lips. Her pink tongue darted out, small and delicate, and she carefully licked the sticky substance from her skin. It was salty, with a musky, unfamiliar flavor.

Kyle watched, mesmerized, as the Hyuga princess cleaned his seed from her fingers with a timid, obedient tongue. When she was done, she looked at him, her expression a mixture of shame, confusion, and a dawning, unsettling arousal.

"Okay," Kyle said, tucking his now-softening cock back into his pants. "Let's meet somewhere more private next time."

The house was quiet when Naruto finally stumbled in, smelling faintly of rain and ink, his new responsibilities with Kakashi got him staying late. He barely had time to set his sandals aside before Hinata appeared in front of him, almost too fast for his tired eyes to register.

“H-Hinata?” he blinked, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry I’m late again… the council dragged on and—”

She didn’t let him finish.

Hinata stepped into his space, her hands pressing lightly against his chest as she rose on her toes. Before Naruto could ask what was happening, Hinata’s lips found his—warm, soft, and far more assertive than anything he’d ever felt from her.

His breath caught.

Her mouth moved with gentle pressure, her lips shaping to his in small, deliberate motions. Then—just like she had practiced—she parted her lips slightly. The kiss deepened, slow but sure, her tongue brushing shyly against his in a brief, trembling pass.

“W-wow,” he whispered, breathless. “Hinata… that was… you don’t usually kiss me like that.”

She swallowed, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of his coat. “D-did you… like it?”

“LIKE IT?!” Naruto practically shouted. He grabbed her hands, his face lighting up with pure adoration. “Hinata, that was amazing! I thought— I mean— I love you!”

Her blush deepened, but there was a sparkle of proud satisfaction in her pale eyes.

Kyle’s eyes snapped open in the darkness. A faint, blue-glowing message was seared onto his vision, hanging in the air just beyond the sleeping form of Tsume.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Relationship Score has increased by 1. Current score: 96.

He rolled closer to Tsume and settling onto her breasts. He imagined the firm hills under his cheek were instead sizeable softness of Hinata's giant milkers. He could almost feel them.