Field exercise

The secluded lake was a picture of idyllic peace. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, birds sang, and a fish occasionally broke the water's surface with a soft plop. The only other sound was a low, rhythmic glrk-glrk.

Kyle stood at the water's edge, his pants pooled around his ankles. Hinata was on her knees before him, her head bobbing steadily. Her small, soft hands were wrapped around the base of his cock, while her lips, stretched wide, slid up and down his length.

"Hinata," Kyle groaned, his voice thick. "You like that, don't you?"

The only response was a wet, guttural sound from the back of her throat as she took him deeper. Her initial **** had been replaced by a focused, almost compulsive eagerness. Her only complaint, voiced in a shy whisper before they began, had been the public location.

"Someone... someone could see us, Kyle-sensei," she had protested, her eyes darting around the forest.

Kyle had just smirked, gesturing to the faint veins pulsing around her eyes. "And you're not using your Byakugan to maintain a 500-meter perimeter? I doubt even a squirrel could get within sight without you knowing." She had blushed, unable to deny it, and had obediently sunk to her knees.

Now, he focused on the exquisite sensation. Her throat, once a tight, resistant barrier, had been expertly trained. It was now a slick, welcoming channel. He began to thrust, not just into her mouth, but deep into her esophagus. The bulbous head of his cock would push past her soft palate, and with a smooth, practiced relaxation of her muscles, it would slide down into her throat. He could feel the tight, rhythmic constriction of her throat muscles milking the length of his shaft with every inward thrust, and the wet, sucking release on every withdrawal. Her nose was buried in the coarse hair at his base, her eyes shut tight in concentration.

"I'm going to come," he announced, his hips stuttering. "Swallow it."

He erupted directly into her throat, a series of hot, powerful pulses. Hinata didn't gag or pull away. She simply swallowed, her throat working around him, taking every last drop until he was spent. She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, before gently pulling back, cleaning him with a final, soft swipe of her tongue.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 80.

Kyle was really glad to see those notifications pop-up, since their appearance does not seeem to be tied to just time of contact with Hinata's skin... or it is some kind of weird dependence. No matter, it's all good regardless!

While thinking about game mechanics, Kyle casually pulled up his pants. "So, how are things at home? Naruto must be a happy man."

Hinata's face lit up with a genuine, proud smile. "He... he is. He says he loves my breasts. And my mouth. He says it feels amazing now." She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her expression turning hesitant. "But... I want to have sex with him again. Real sex. It's been weeks."

Kyle shook his head, adopting his mentor persona. "No. You mustn't. If he wants it, he will ask for it. You're the prize, Hinata. You don't offer the prize; it is won. Making him wait only increases his desire, makes him appreciate your... other skills... more." He reached out and tilted her chin up. "But if you are feeling frustrated, I am always here to help you... manage that tension."

Hinata's eyes darted away, a deep blush creeping up her neck. She didn't confirm or deny her need, her silence a clear admission.

Kyle smiled inwardly. The key was not to rush. She was teetering on the edge. "Lie down," he commanded softly, gesturing to the soft grass. "On your back. Let's finish your training for today."

Understanding his intent, Hinata lay back. She untied the top of her yukata, letting it fall open to reveal her magnificent, heavy breasts. They spilled to the sides, pale and soft, with large, dark areolas and stiff, pink nipples.

Kyle knelt between her legs, his already hardening cock nudging against the deep valley of her cleavage. "Hold them together for me."

Hinata obeyed, lifting her breasts and pressing them tightly around his shaft. The feeling was incredible—a hot, silky-soft vice. He began to thrust, his length sliding smoothly between the soft, yielding flesh. His hands came up to knead and squeeze the plump mounds, his thumbs and forefinger pinching and rolling her stiff nipples, making her gasp and arch her back. The sight of his cock, glistening with her saliva and the natural moisture of her skin, pistoning between the most perfect breasts he had ever seen, was too much.

With a final, deep groan, he pulled out and came, thick, white streaks painting her chest and neck.

He stood, looking down at her as she lay there, breathless and glazed. "You're learning well," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But there's always more to learn. Next time, you will come to the compound. We'll begin the next lesson."

Hinata paused at the entrance to the Inuzuka clan house, her hand clutching a small bundle in her pocket. With trembling fingers, she pulled out a simple leather collar, similar to the ones Tsume and Hana wore. She clicked the fastener around her own neck, feeling the cold leather press against her skin. It was a symbol. She was not a guest here, but a student. A subordinate.

The door opened before she could knock. Kiba stood on the threshold. Hinata gasped involuntarily. Her old friend had changed. He no longer smelled of sweat, dog, and the forest; instead, a subtle, almost floral soap scent hung around him. His posture was perfectly straight, his shoulders pulled back, making him seem taller and leaner. And his hair... once short and spiky, now a thick mane fell to his shoulders, soft and well-groomed.

"Hinata," he nodded, his voice even, lacking its usual vigor. "Come in. Kyle is currently... entertaining my mother. But you were expected."

Hinata stepped over the threshold in silence, her brain trying to process the scene. They were standing in the hallway, talking as calmly as if discussing the weather about his mother having sex with some fat civilian guy. A year ago, Kiba would have torn half the village apart for a hint of such a thing. Now, his eyes held only calm acceptance. And the most shocking part was that Hinata understood it. Through the shame and confusion, a dark, wet understanding was rising from her depths. She wanted to be there. She wanted to lick Kyle's balls while he bred Tsume.

She silently followed Kiba down the hall. The muffled sounds grew louder: low, authoritative slaps of flesh on flesh, ragged breathing, and hoarse, animalistic groans. Kiba gestured to a door at the end of the hall and retreated, melting into the shadows.

Hinata slowly pushed the door open. The air in the bedroom was thick and heavy, smelling of sex, skin, and something wild. Tsume was on her knees on the huge bed, her powerful body arched, her strong hands gripping the sheets. Kyle, his massive back gleaming with sweat, was pounding into her from behind with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Hinata saw his thick cock, wet and gleaming, sink into her tight anus with every movement.

"Yeah, you bitch, just like that," Tsume growled, her voice hoarse with strain. "It's not like I'm gonna play with your fat tits! Harder!"

Hinata felt her legs go weak. Her cheeks were on fire, her temples pounding. She was on the verge of fainting, the world swimming before her eyes.

At that moment, Kyle turned his head. His eyes, clouded with lust, met hers. His face showed no surprise, only lazy satisfaction.

"Get in here and help," his voice was coarse, broken by his movements.

Hinata, almost in a semi-faint, took a step forward, not understanding.

"Under her!" he barked, not stopping. "Get under this bitch and twist her nipples properly, or this whore won't come for another ten minutes."

Her legs carried Hinata on their own. She dropped to her knees and crawled under Tsume's powerful body, finding herself in a cave of scents and shadows. Above her swayed a heavy, sweaty belly, and right in front of her face hung two large, dark, heavy breasts with huge, hardened nipples.

"Come on, cow, do it!" Tsume rasped from above.

With trembling fingers, Hinata grabbed her left nipple. She squeezed it cautiously.

"Too weak, you stupid dairy cow!" Tsume screamed, and Kyle slammed his cock into her with ****. "Stop dithering! Squeeze it properly!"

A stab of shame and resentment pierced Hinata. She squeezed her eyes shut, and her fingers, usually so gentle for the Juken, clenched the thick, gnarled nipples of Tsume with such **** that her knuckles turned white.

Tsume's body shuddered, a long, choked roar tearing from her throat. Her insides clenched around Kyle's cock in a powerful, pulsing wave, and she collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Kyle pulled his cock from her relaxed anus with a dull groan. It was still hard, slick with Tsume's juices. He heavily sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Damn, I'm tired," he grumbled. Then his gaze fell on Hinata, who was still sitting on the floor, frightened and embarrassed. He pointed at his cock. "Suck it. I didn't come."

Hinata, her mind in a fog, her body acting on its own, cutely, almost girlishly, tucked her long black hair behind her ear to keep it out of the way. Then she leaned towards his wet, aroused member, her innocent eyes filled with determination to obey her teacher's command.