Samui

The sky above Kumogakure was black, but not from a storm—it was a living, pulsating darkness, as if the clouds themselves had contorted to make way for him. Miguel stepped onto the ground of the Hidden Lightning Village with a snap of his fingers, and the world trembled.

Samui was there, of course. The blonde kunoichi with generous breasts and impeccable posture, whose impassive face was as famous as her combat skills. She gripped her sword firmly, her blue eyes fixed on the intruder.

"You're not welcome here," she said, her voice as cold as the ice her brother mastered.

Miguel laughed.

"You're wrong. Every place is mine," he replied, his eyes scanning her body with a hunger that made even Samui's trained muscles shiver. "And you especially... you will be mine."

The first snap of his fingers was like a lightning bolt. Samui's clothes unraveled into threads, revealing the alabaster skin beneath. She screamed—but not out of shame. Her breasts were already swelling, her nipples darkening to a deep pink, sensitive enough to throb with every beat of her heart.

"What—NO!" She tried to cover herself, but her treacherous hands slid to her own nipples, pinching them until a gush of milk sprayed onto the floor. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

"Just an adjustment," Miguel smiled, stepping forward. "You were perfect before? Now you're perfect for me."

Samui tried to fight. She tried. But when she raised her sword, her body no longer obeyed her. Instead of striking, she fell to her knees, her thighs trembling, moisture trickling down her legs in shameful rivulets.

—Why...— She groaned, her teeth clenched, but her pussy throbbed like a heart separated from her body.

—Because I wanted to—, Miguel replied, grabbing her blonde hair and pulling her face towards his already dripping cock. —Now open up.

She resisted for a second.

Then her mouth opened on its own.

When Miguel thrust his penis between her breasts, Samui gasped as she began to suck—but soon her muffled moans echoed through the valley. Her hands, once firm on his sword, now gripped her hips, pulling him inside with a **** that would make any ordinary man scream in pain.

Miguel just laughed.

—Good girl—, he growled, thrusting all the way to his balls into that trained throat. —You were born for this.

Samui swallowed.

And when he finally came, spurting hot semen onto her stomach, she cried—but not from anger. Her body arched in an involuntary orgasm, her abdominal muscles contracting as her mind dissolved into pure ecstasy.

"Now repeat it," Miguel ordered, pulling her away by her hair, a strand of semen still connecting her lips to his penis. "I'm a whore."

Samui took a deep breath. Her mind struggled.

But her body had already surrendered.

"I... am a whore," she moaned, her eyes glazed, saliva dripping down her chin.

Miguel smiled.

"Perfect."

He snapped his fingers again—and suddenly, Samui felt her breasts growing even larger, heavy, full, her nipples so sensitive that even the air made them throb.

"Now," he said, pointing to the village below. "Call your girlfriends."

Samui didn't answer.

She didn't need to.

Her mouth was already open—and the first moan echoed like thunder over Kumogakure.

And then...

It was only the beginning.