Hinata learns how to use her assets

The door to Kiba’s room clicked shut. Kyle let out a long, satisfied groan, his hips pressing Hana firmly into the mattress. Her legs were locked around his waist, her nails digging into his sweaty back. He drove into her with three final, deep thrusts, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside her with a low grunt.

He collapsed beside her, catching his breath. Hana smiled, stretching like a well-fed cat. Across the room, Kiba sat on a stool, staring into a cold cup of tea. His knuckles were white where he gripped the cup.

“Good job, Hana,” Kyle panted, slapping her thigh. He turned his head toward Kiba. “You too, Kiba. Your cooperation is appreciated.” He grinned, a wide, predatory flash of teeth. “Soon, I’ll be fucking the best girl in the village. I’m going to enjoy those giant milkers of hers.”

Hana giggled, nuzzling into Kyle’s shoulder. “She’s so ripe for it. You’ll ruin her for anyone else.”

Kiba didn’t look up from his tea. His voice was low, strained. “Ky-, Master. You need to be careful. Extremely careful.” He finally lifted his head, his eyes serious. “If Naruto even thinks you’re a threat to Hinata… he will kill you. There won’t be enough left to bury.”

Kyle’s smirk faltered. He sat up, the sheen of sweat on his chest cooling in the air. The image of the Seventh Hokage’s rage was a sobering, cold splash of reality. He swallowed. “He won’t find out. And if he gets suspicious, you will make sure to convince him everything is fine.”

Kiba just gave a tight, grim nod.

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Two days later, Hinata stood in the main hall of the Inuzuka compound, her hands clasped demurely.

“Inuzuka-san… may I speak with you? Woman-to-woman.”

Tsume’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Of course, dear. Come. Let’s talk somewhere… more private.”

She guided Hinata down the hallway—not toward a sitting room, but to a closed door. When Tsume slid it open, the room revealed itself as a bedroom, the large bed commanding the center. Kyle stood by the window, turning to face them the moment they entered.

Tsume gave Hinata a gentle push inside. “Enjoy yourself,” she said, her voice a low purr, before pulling the door shut. The lock clicked into place.

Hinata stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs. Kyle walked toward her, his steps quiet on the tatami.

“You’re tense,” he stated. His voice was calm, instructional. “We should start with a massage. Loosen you up. Do you agree?”

Hinata’s eyes were wide. She gave a small, jerky nod.

“Good. Then undress.”

A sharp tremor ran through her. “U-undress? Completely?”

“It’s just for the massage. For your training. You can’t learn to use your body if you’re hiding from it.” His tone left no room for argument.

Her fingers, trembling and clumsy, went to the tie of her yukata. The knot gave way. The fabric slid from her shoulders, puddling at her feet in a soft heap. She stood perfectly still, her arms crossed over her chest, her entire body blushing a deep, warm pink.

“Arms down,” Kyle said. His voice was husky.

She **** her arms to her sides, her hands balling into fists. The air in the room felt cool on her naked skin. Kyle’s gaze was a physical weight, moving over her with slow, deliberate intensity.

He saw the elegant line of her neck, the sharp curve of her collarbones. His eyes dropped to her breasts. They were large and full, heavy and pale, with wide, dark pink areolas and soft, taut nipples. They swayed slightly with her panicked breaths. His gaze traveled down the gentle curve of her stomach, over the swell of her hips, to the neat, dark triangle of hair between her legs. Her thighs pressed together tightly.

“Lie on the bed. On your stomach.”

She moved like an automaton, the mattress dipping under her weight. She laid her cheek on the cool sheets, her body rigid. She heard the pop of a cap, then the sound of oil being poured. His hands, slick and warm, landed on her shoulders.

He started with her back, his thumbs digging into the knots of tension along her spine. His hands were strong, skilled. He worked down to the small of her back, his palms sliding over the smooth skin of her buttocks. A small, involuntary sound escaped her throat when his thumbs traced the crease where her thighs met her ass.

“Relax, Hinata. Breathe.”

He turned her onto her back. Her breasts settled against her chest, the nipples hard. He ignored them for now, pouring more oil and working it into the tight muscles of her thighs. His fingers brushed against the soft inner skin, so close to her core.

His hand slid higher, his fingers parting the soft folds between her legs. She gasped, her back arching off the bed.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his face close to hers. “This is part of it. Let it happen.”

One slick finger pressed inside her. She was tight, but wet. He added a second finger, stretching her, a slow, relentless rhythm. His thumb found the small, hard nub at her apex and began to circle it. Her breath hitched. Her hips gave a tiny, helpless buck against his hand. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent ‘o’. Her hands clutched at the sheets. A high, thin whine built in her throat as the pressure coiled, tighter and tighter, until it snapped. Her body convulsed, a series of sharp, pulsing clenches around his fingers. She cried out, a short, sharp sound, then went limp, breathing in ragged gulps.

Kyle pulled his glistening fingers out. He moved up her body, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. He positioned himself on his knees over her chest.

“You need to learn to use your biggest assets,” he said, his voice thick. He took his cock in his hand and guided it between the soft, warm valley of her breasts. He pressed them together, trapping his length in a hot, slick tunnel of her own flesh. “Now, move them. Up and down.”

Hinata, dazed and pliant from her orgasm, lifted her hands and placed them on the outer curves of her breasts, following his command. She pushed them together, creating more pressure, and began to move her upper body, sliding his cock between the soft, heavy mounds.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 55.

The sight of his length sliding between her perfect milkbags, her cute expression looking at his with innocent curiosity, while her hands moved the flesh of her breasts along his cock—it was too much. With a guttural groan, Kyle erupted over her skin, painting her chest, her neck, and splattering across her cheek and chin.

He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, watching his seed gleam on her skin. “Now, a lesson in etiquette. “You thank the man for his seed. You taste it. You show your appreciation.”

Hinata’s eyes, glazed and confused, looked up at him. Shame warred with her ingrained obedience. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted a trembling finger, swiping through the warm, sticky fluid on her collarbone. She brought it to her lips, her eyes locked on his. She opened her mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lick the cum from her finger. The taste was salty, musky, foreign.

“Thank you, Kyle,” she whispered, her voice broken and meek.

"That's a good girl! Look at you, learning so quickly," Kyle murmured, watching Hinata's tongue dart out again to clean another smear of cum from her cheek. His cock twitched against her thigh, already half-hard again. "But we're not done yet. Repetition leads to mastery."

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the floor. With a sharp pat on his thigh, he gestured toward the space between his spread knees. "Come. Sit here."

Hinata hesitated, her breath shallow. The drying streaks of cum on her skin felt like brands. But her hips moved before her brain could protest, shuffling forward until she knelt between his legs. Kyle grabbed her wrists, pressing her palms against her own breasts. "Squeeze my cock between them. This time you have to move by yourself."

Her hands, clumsy and eager, mashed her huge, soft tits around Kyle's thick, hard cock. The heat made her moan like a bit. "Kyle... your...penis... is..." she panted, her spit shining on her lips. She shoved her big boobs up, making Kyle's cock slide between them. The head of the dick popped out right near her mouth, with the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Put your tongue on it!" Kyle snarled, hips jerking forward to smear the swollen head of his cock against Hinata's slack lips. Her tits jiggled wildly as she obeyed, her small pink tongue darting out to catch the thick bead of precum bubbling from his slit. The salty tang made her whimper—but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed her pillowy flesh tighter around his shaft, smearing slickness across her own nipples with each upward stroke.

"Mhw-mhw," Her sucking noise vibrated around Kyle's cockhead as Hinata's lips tightened, her tongue swirling under the sensitive ridge while her tits provided a wet, milky prison for his shaft. Each upward stroke of her breasts **** another inch of him into her mouth, the alternating pressure—soft squeeze below, tight suck above—making Kyle groan through clenched teeth.

"Emmm, fuck Hinata. Your milk-jugs are fucking good!" Kyle grunted, and Hinata flinched at the vulgarity, her eyelids fluttering in confusion. Before she could recoil, his fingers tangled in her dark hair, yanking her forward until his cock pointed directly in her mouth, "Now, I will show you how to take cock. Just relax!"

Hinata's lavender eyes widened as the thick head of his cock slid past her lips, hitting the back of her throat with a wet pop. Her gag reflex kicked in instantly, saliva bubbling around the intrusion, but Kyle didn't let her pull away. His grip tightened, forcing her nose into the coarse curls at the base of his shaft as he started a relentless rhythm—short, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, harder, until her throat bulged obscenely with each push.

This couldn't last long, the boob job from the softest largest tits of Konoha, and now her mouth sucking him like a damn expert. Kyle's balls tightened, his cock twitching violently against Hinata's tongue as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down her throat. Her eyes bulged—too much, too fast—but he didn't let her pull back. His fingers twisted tighter in her hair, forcing her to take every pulse as his cock jerked against her throat.

When he finally released her, she collapsed forward, coughing, strings of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his softening shaft. Her hands flew to her throat, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. "Y-you—that hurt!" she gasped, as if trying to explain a strained muscle.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 60.

Kyle wiped a thumb across her wet chin, smearing more of his spend across her skin. "That's part of the lesson," he said matter-of-factly, his other hand still tangled possessively in her hair. "Deepthroating is tough—just like taijutsu. Or do you plan to stop now?"

Hinata pouted, her lower lip trembling with bruised defiance. She wiped the back of her wrist across her glossy mouth, smearing saliva and leftover seed. "I-I won't quit," she hiccuped, though her throat still burned from the brutal face-fucking. Her hands trembled against her thighs—then clenched into fists. "G-give me your worst!" She opened her mouth again, letting Kyle see her red-swollen throat.

"Ha-ha!" Kyle was really exctatic to see future Hokage's wife on her knees with a mouth open and asking for cock. He cleared his throat, feigning composure. "Easy, girl." He lifted his softening, spent cock and slapped the tip wetly against her tongue. "I just emptied my balls twice down your throat, need a minute to recharge. But you're not done yet."

He grunted, shifting his hips forward, pressing the heavy, tight sac of his balls against her lips. The thick, musky scent of their sweat and his previous releases filled her nostrils. "Lick," he commanded, his fingers twisting tightly in her hair. "Suck on my fucking balls like you're trying to get the last bit of flavor out of a piece of candy."

Hinata hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. She had never done this before, not even with Naruto. Her eyes were fixed on the heavy, pendulous weight of Kyle's testicles, so much larger and sweaty than her dear Naruto's. The skin was damp with sweat, wrinkled and drawn tight. Gathering her courage, her pink tongue darted out in a tentative, quick swipe across the surface. Her stomach clenched instinctively and she recoiled, pulling back with a soft, distressed sound, her nose wrinkling in clear distaste.

"Kyle-sensei, do I have to?" Hinata's voice wavered, her tongue hovering just shy of his heavy balls. The musk clinging to his skin made her nostrils flare—sharp, animal, nothing like Naruto's clean, soapy scent.

Kyle didn't answer immediately, stunned bu the look of her cute face struggling with his balls. "Only if you want me to fuck your face later." Kyle felt himself twitch against Hinata's cheek. Too easy. He dragged a thumb through the spit and cum still clinging to her chin, smearing it across her bottom lip.

"But if you want to speed things up, tell me how much thicker I am than your precious Hokage." His voice dropped to a growl as his semi-hard cock slapped wetly against her forehead. "Don't worry, this is just like after-practice massage of bruised muscles."

Hinata looked at him a bit suspiciously, yet decided pause with ball-sucking, "Kyle-sensei, you cock is sooo big..." She finally murmured, eyes focusing at his fat shaft in front of her face.

"Emg, do more!" Kyle commanded, pressing his balls harder against Hinata's trembling lips.

Hinata whimpered but obeyed, her tongue darting out to lap at the wrinkled flesh with more determination this time. The musky taste clung to her tongue, making her stomach churn, but she pushed through, her soft whimpers muffled against his skin. "K-Kyle-sensei... you're so much... bigger," she stammered, her voice strained as she **** the words out. "Twice as long... and thicker too..."

This did the trick, in a second Kyle's hard shaft lingered above Hinata's face who looked up at it with a bit of a scared awe. His cock twitched, a thick strand of precum dangling from the tip before he pulled his hips back—then slapped his heavy shaft against her forehead with a wet splat. The sticky fluid smeared across her pale skin, glistening under the dim light.

"Open," he ordered, his voice rough. Hinata's lips parted instinctively, her breath hitching as Kyle grabbed the back of her head with one hand while the other guided his cock back to her mouth. "Now hug my thighs. Tight." Her trembling arms wrapped around his thick legs, fingers clutching at the firm muscle beneath his skin. Before she could adjust, Kyle's hips pistoned forward, shoving his length deep into her throat with a single, brutal thrust.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 65.

Hinata's body convulsed as Kyle's cock hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex triggering violently. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, but her arms, locked around his thighs, held her in place. She was a prisoner of her own obedience.

"Breathe through your nose," Kyle grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He began a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust stretching her lips wide and burying his length in her esophagus. "That's it. Take it. You're doing so well for me."

The praise, twisted as it was, registered through the haze of her discomfort. She focused on his words, on the goal of becoming a better wife, using them as a lifeline to endure the violation. Her throat worked around him, her muffled gags becoming a wet, rhythmic soundtrack to his fucking.

This time, he gave no warning. A guttural groan was her only signal before he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the root. The heavy slap of his balls against her chin was a jarring impact. He held himself there, deep in her throat, and pulsed. A hot, thick rush flooded directly into her stomach, bypassing her taste buds but filling her with the undeniable, physical reality of his release.

When he finally withdrew, she slumped forward, chest heaving as she dragged air into her burning lungs. Thin, milky strings of saliva and semen stretched from her swollen, reddened lips to the glistening, spent head of his cock. Her face was a mess, her throat felt scraped raw, and a profound weariness settled in her bones.

"See?" Kyle's voice was a low rumble of approval. His hand came down to stroke her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands with a possessiveness that now felt like a twisted form of praise, making her shiver. "You took it all. You're stronger than you look." He tucked himself back into his pants with a casual air. "We'll continue tomorrow. Same time."

The response was immediate, as if drilled into her by a day of relentless conditioning. "Yes, Kyle-sensei!"

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 70.