Village Walk

After a long soak and some playful splashing in the bathhouse, Kyle reclined at the table for lunch, legs spread comfortably as Tsume and Hana—now dried, dressed, and obedient—served him with quiet pride. He chewed lazily, eyes drifting from one woman to the other.

“I’ve been thinking,” he muttered between bites, “it’d be cool to walk you two through the village… on leashes.”

Hana almost choked on her rice, while Tsume arched a brow, setting her cup down slowly. “You want to parade your bitches through the Leaf?” she purred, her tongue briefly flicking across her teeth. Her hand slid idly along her collar, fingers tracing the tag.

Kyle shrugged. “Why not? You’re mine. The world should see.”

Hana looked nervous for a beat—then smiled behind her chopsticks, “Bit hard to explain to the neighbors.”

Kyle sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I guess dragging two naked women on collars might raise questions.”

Tsume leaned forward. “Actually… there’s a way.”

Kyle perked up. “Go on.”

“The Inuzuka clan used to use a special jutsu,” Tsume explained, “a partial transformation that lets us take on full canine form. Meant for infiltration and hunting missions. We haven’t used it in years—but I still know it.”

Kyle’s eyes sparkled. “You mean… you can actually turn into dogs?”

She nodded with a smirk. Hana, ever the brat, added, “I’ve used it too. Wasn’t fun… until now, I guess.”

Kyle stood up in excitement. “That. Is. Perfect.”

After lunch, the trio moved back to the central room. Tsume and Hana knelt before him, each already wearing their collars. Kyle watched with reverent awe as they activated the clan’s jutsu. With a puff of chakra and smoke, their human forms shifted—fur rippled into existence, limbs rearranged—and within seconds, two sleek, powerful Inuzuka hounds stood before him. One with a darker, more seasoned look—Tsume—and one a bit smaller and leaner—Hana.

Kyle clipped the leashes onto their collars, grinning like a lunatic. “Let’s go for a walk.”

The sun was high as Kyle strolled confidently through the streets of Konoha, two obedient dogs padding beside him, heads held low in practiced submission. Villagers glanced at him curiously, but didn’t look twice at the proud Inuzuka hounds. He patted their heads occasionally, loving the feeling of their fur beneath his fingers.

Then, just ahead, he spotted a familiar figure—Kiba—leaning against a market stall, chewing on a meat skewer.

Kiba’s eyes narrowed when he spotted Kyle… and the dogs.

“Hey!” he called, marching over. “What’re you doing walking around with unknown Inuzuka dogs? You can’t just—”

He froze.

His eyes locked onto the collars… and the tags.

Owned by Master Kyle.

His jaw dropped. His eyes flicked between the two dogs. He recognized their gait, their energy. The way Tsume growled at his approach. The way Hana’s tail flicked with subtle sass.

“No way…” he whispered, pale.

Kyle smiled. “Takes a moment to sink in, huh?”

Kiba stumbled back a step, hand rubbing his temple. “You brought them… outside… on leashes… like animals...”

Tsume let out a deep, authoritative growl, ears back and teeth bared. Even in dog form, her Alpha energy radiated.

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka's Submission Score has increased by 10. Current Score: 50.

Kyle just grinned, eyes twinkling with wicked pride. “Of course I did! What fun is it to be the owner of your mom and sister, if I can’t parade them around?” He gave the leashes a light, taunting tug, and both dogs let out soft, obedient whines.

Kiba's jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists at his sides. The fact that Kyle was saying this so casually—so smugly—while dragging his mother and his sister like obedient pets through the streets of Konoha made his stomach twist. But worse than the humiliation, worse than the helplessness, was the knot of dread building in his chest.

Because Kyle's attention had shifted.

Kyle turned lazily toward the crowd, as if expecting the world to hand him another trophy—and it did.

Hinata.

She glided through the market path like she was born to it, her pale lavender eyes scanning herbs and flowers with a gentle focus. Her indigo hair was pinned up loosely, a few strands falling against her porcelain cheek. She wore a modest cream kimono with light blue trim, but to Kyle, it may as well have been lingerie. Her curves, always so subtle beneath her clothing, moved like whispered promises. Her giant breasts strained against the fabric, swaying with each graceful step, making Kyle salivate a bit as he oggled her from across the street.

“Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s perfect.”

Kiba followed his gaze—and froze. “No,” he said instinctively, voice hard. “Don’t even think about it.”

Kyle glanced at him sideways, amused. “What? She’s beautiful.”

“She’s not like that,” Kiba snapped, stepping slightly in front of him. “She’s—she’s my friend, okay? My old teammate. She’s not just some bitch.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow. “So was your mom. And your sister.”

Kiba’s face burned with anger, and maybe something else—guilt. Shame. Because deep down, some twisted part of him knew that it was his falut for his mom and sister’s fall.

“She’s seeing someone,” Kiba said, grasping at straws.

“Oh? Your friend Naruto?” Kyle teased, his voice like silk soaked in poison. “Don’t worry, I don’t care.”

Tsume growled lowly beside Kyle, even in her dog form catching the scent of her master’s desire. Her hackles raised, not from warning, but anticipation. Hana sat quietly, tail thudding softly behind her, ears perked.

Kyle gave Kiba a smug look. “Introduce me.”

Kiba’s eyes flicked toward Hinata, who was now just a few stalls away, delicately lifting a bunch of fresh green herbs and pressing them to her nose. Her soft lips parted slightly as she sniffed, unaware of the eyes burning holes into her form.

“No. I—” Kiba started, but then Tsume stepped forward and let out a warning growl, deep and guttural. The sound made nearby shoppers pause and give the group a wide berth. Hana followed with a low, rolling snarl of her own, their unified tone making it clear: the pack had spoken.

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka's Submission Score has increased by 10. Current Score: 60.

Kiba swallowed hard. His shoulders slumped. He glanced back once more at Hinata—sweet, innocent, completely unaware.

He took a breath and stepped forward. “Hi, Hinata,” he said, forcing a smile. “This is my… good friend—Kyle.”