Let's get some work done.

Back in the Hokage office, Naruto leaned back into the plush pillow of Tsunade's massive tits, her nipples poking against the back of his skull through those ridiculous pasties like two thick erasers. The old woman was still groggy from getting railed unconscious, but her body did its duty as an official Hokage-approved headrest, arms draped over Naruto's shoulders in a sleepy hug that let her jugs squish nice and heavy against his neck.

"Alright, next one," Naruto muttered, flipping open a mission scroll while Shizune finished up her silly dance in front of the desk. She was buck naked except for those tiny white gloves and thigh-highs, her big tits swaying in figure eights as she did the chicken dance she'd been ordered into, complete with the "bawk bawk" sound effects. Her cheeks were bright red, but she kept it up dutifully, that maid conditioning working overtime.

"Escort mission from a merchant heading to the Land of Waves," Naruto read out loud. "Says he wants three kunoichi to guard his caravan." Naruto's whiskered cheeks stretched into that trademark shit-eating grin, and he uncapped the pen with his teeth. "Y'know what… I think this old fart doesn't need bodyguards. I think he needs an escort escort."

He scribbled quickly into the Universe Records of Impending Greatness. The little book glowed. Somewhere out in the village, three unlucky kunoichi were suddenly finding themselves reassigned — Ayame's cousin, some no-name genin, and, hilariously, one of the tighter-ass jonin who'd always yelled at Naruto for being late. All three were now professional caravan whores, dressed in matching red silks with slit skirts up to their hips and tops that were less "top" and more "two triangles of ribbon tied around some nipples." Their mission scrolls now cheerfully instructed them to service the merchant and every guard he hired, and to service any bandits they encountered as a diplomatic solution to combat. Naruto could practically hear the poor jonin's shrieking in his head, and he snickered.

"Naruto-sama, please focus," Shizune huffed between her bawks, still doing her dance, her heavy tits slapping wet against her stomach with each flap of her elbows. "There are forty-seven more requests to process."

"Ehhh, this is gonna take forever, Shizu-Maid." Naruto slouched harder into Tsunade's cleavage. He wanted to be out watching his pranks unfold — the Naked Pervert was probably running loose right now! But no… he'd promised himself he'd take the Hokage thing seriously. Even if he cheated a little.

Grinning to himself, he flipped open the booklet again. Shizune becomes the most hyper-efficient office assistant in ninja history and finishes all my paperwork in like, five minutes flat.

The book flared. Shizune's whole body went stiff, her tongue rolling back into her mouth, her eyes turning into two spinning spirals for a half-second before snapping back into sharp, laser-focus. She stopped dancing mid-bawk. In a blur she was behind the desk, her tits bouncing so fast they were basically vibrating, hands flying across scrolls, stamps, quills, and files at literally superhuman speed. Papers whipped through the air like a tornado. The soft slap of her heavy nude titflesh against the wooden desk each time she leaned forward was a metronome — thap, thap, thap, thap, thap — as she processed mission after mission, each one stamped with the official Hokage seal in a rapid drumbeat.

Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds later, the entire desk was cleared. Every scroll organized, every request assigned, every file catalogued. Shizune stood at attention, panting, her nipples so hard from the frenzy that they looked like they could cut glass, a thin sheen of sweat glistening between her tits and down her flat stomach into the neatly-trimmed patch of dark curls above her pussy. Her thighs were slick. Apparently, being hyper-efficient made her hyper-horny too — a fun little side effect Naruto hadn't specifically written but wasn't about to complain about.

"D-done, Naruto-sama," she gasped. "All paperwork completed. Requesting… requesting new orders, please."

"Fuck yeah!" Naruto stood up from Tsunade's tit-pillow (letting the busty Hokage flop face-down onto the desk with a heavy thud and a jiggle) and strutted around to Shizune. He palmed one of her sweaty breasts, feeling the heavy weight of it slap against his hand, her pink nipple digging into his palm like a hot little bullet. "Back to your main job, Shizu-Maid. Bend over the desk. I got some Hokage-cum to unload before I go check on my other project."

"Oui, Madame— I mean, oui, Monsieur Hokage-sama!" Shizune corrected herself with a flushed squeak, curtseying quickly before turning around and folding herself over the desk right next to unconscious Tsunade. Her plump ass jutted out, her puffy pussy glistening between her thighs, already dripping onto the polished wood. Naruto whipped his cock free — bigger than any dick in the village, thanks to the book — and lined the fat head up against her entrance.

"Please, please, please put it in, Naruto-sama, I've been such a good maid, I finished all the paperwork, please reward your Shizu-Maid, I need it, I need your fat cock in my slutty little pussy," she babbled, her tongue lolling out in that maid's panting position from earlier. Naruto laughed and slammed himself balls-deep in one thrust. Shizune's eyes rolled back and she came instantly, her cunt clamping down around him in fluttering waves, a wet gush soaking his balls. He gripped her hips and started jackhammering into her — that endless-cum-and-endless-stamina blessing he'd written for himself earlier really was the gift that kept on giving.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the Hokage's office as her tits swung and slapped against the desk in rhythm — smack, smack, smack — her pussy making obscene squelching, wet gurgling noises with every deep thrust. Her asshole winked at him with each pull-back, that tight pink pucker practically begging for later attention. Naruto reached forward, grabbed a fistful of Shizune's short black hair, and yanked her head back so he could watch her tongue loll around, her drool spilling down onto Tsunade's back.

"S-so big, so deep, gonna break me, gonna break your Shizu-Maid's little cunt with your big Hokage cock~" Shizune slurred, her whole body rocking with the impact. Her eyes were spirals again, but this time from raw pleasure. "Fuck me, breed me, use me, I'm just your desk-fuck, I'm just a wet hole for the Hokage, hi-hi-hi-hiii, harder, please, oh Kami, PLEASE—"

Naruto grunted and unloaded inside her, the first of what would be many loads that afternoon. Hot ropes of thick cum flooded her clenching pussy, so much of it that it immediately began drooling back out around his still-pumping cock, dripping in fat white pearls onto the polished wood floor. She spasmed and came a second time, her legs giving out, but Naruto held her hips up by sheer strength and kept fucking her right through it, sloshing his own cum around inside her with each thrust like he was churning butter.

While he railed his hyper-efficient secretary into a puddle of drool and cum, Naruto flipped the booklet open one-handed on the desk beside Tsunade's face and kept editing. He'd been thinking about this one for a while, actually — one that wasn't just about being a horny prankster. He wanted his teammate back. He wanted his rival back.

Sasuke Uchiha never left the Hidden Leaf, Naruto wrote carefully, his hips still slapping wetly against Shizune's ass. He stayed with Team 7. He's still my rival and my best friend and we still fight like idiots but he's home. He never went to Orochimaru. The whole thing with Itachi got sorted out somehow. Sasuke lives here, he trains here, and he's still an emo bastard but he's a Konoha ninja through and through.

The booklet glowed a warmer color this time, not the mischievous purple-pink of his other edits, but a softer gold. Naruto felt something settle in his chest — like a knot he didn't even know he'd been carrying just… loosened. Somewhere else in the village, a black-haired teen with a permanent scowl was walking through the streets, alive, home, and completely unaware that reality had just been retroactively rewritten to make him a good guy again.

Naruto grinned, feeling weirdly proud of himself. See? He wasn't ALL a pervert. He could do nice stuff too. Then he came inside Shizune again, and while she screamed his name and gushed all over his balls, he wrote in a small addendum: And Sasuke has to compliment my ramen-eating skills at least once a day. Perfect balance.

Meanwhile, deep in the wooded section of the park, the Naked Pervert of Konoha was on the prowl.

Hinata's bare feet padded silently through the grass, her heavy tits swinging with each careful step, her pale skin dappled by the sunlight filtering through the leaves. The ahegao mask over her face grinned lewdly at the world, and underneath it, Hinata was grinning too, her cheeks flushed with the delicious cocktail of exhibitionism and adrenaline. She could feel the warm summer air kissing every inch of her — the breeze tickling between her thighs, teasing her already-slick pussy lips, making her big pink nipples stiffen into fat, aching points that jutted out from her breasts like she was trying to poke holes in the wind.

Kami, she was dripping. A shiny bead of her arousal was slowly trickling down her inner thigh, and she made no move to wipe it away. Let it flow. Let anyone who saw know that the Naked Pervert was a shameless whore for her own game.

She adjusted the trophy panties on her head — the lacey one had ended up covering her right eye like a pirate patch — and scanned the park with her Byakugan. Two jonin coming from the north, keeping their distance. Some civilians fleeing in a wide radius. And… oh, someone approaching fast from the east. Very fast. Skilled chakra pattern, sharp, focused. Not Anbu — but a strong genin or chunin.

Time to bounce. Hinata crouched to leap into the trees—

—and got absolutely BLINDSIDED from the side.

A blur of dark hair and pale skin slammed into her ribs and took her down into the grass. Hinata yelped, the impact knocking the wind out of her, and her back hit the earth hard. Before she could react, a strong body was on top of her, pinning her wrists to the dirt on either side of her head, a knee wedged firmly between her bare thighs — pressing right up against her drenched, throbbing cunt.

"Got you, pervert," a familiar cold voice said, panting slightly. "It's over."

Hinata blinked up through the eyeholes of her mask, and her heart absolutely stopped.

Sasuke Uchiha was straddling her.

Sasuke. She'd almost forgotten how he looked up close — that sharp jawline, those dark obsidian eyes, the way his black bangs fell just perfectly over his forehead protector. He was wearing his usual dark blue shirt and white shorts, but from this angle, straddling her, she could see the hard lines of his abs where his shirt had ridden up during the tackle. His warm skin was pressed against her bare, sweaty stomach. His knee — oh Kami, his knee — was grinding right into her sopping pussy, and every time he shifted his weight to hold her down harder, it bumped her clit and sent little sparks up her spine.

"Wh—Sasuke-kun?!" she squeaked before catching herself. She dropped her voice into a lower, huskier tone — her Pervert voice. "Well well well, look who caught me. The little Uchiha prince himself~"

Sasuke's eye twitched. "Shut up. You've been terrorizing this village for months. Stealing underwear, molesting civilians — you've been slandering the name of my teammate Hinata by looking like her, and I'm going to bring you in and clear her name."

Hinata almost broke character. Sasuke was doing this… for her? For her name? Her whole body flushed hot, and she felt another rush of wetness leak out of her cunt and onto his knee. He was defending her honor and he had no idea he was rutting his kneecap into her clit while he did it.

"Aww, how sweet~" she purred through the mask, wriggling underneath him. "The stoic hero, protecting his precious little Hinata-chan. Is she your girlfriend, Sasuke-kun? Do you fantasize about her big fat titties when you jerk off at night?"

"Wh— NO!" Sasuke snapped, his pale cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. "That's — she's my teammate, I have to protect her reputation, that's all!"

"Uh-huh~" Hinata slowly rolled her hips, deliberately grinding her wet pussy along his knee, leaving a shining wet streak on his shorts. "Then why are you blushing, hero? Why aren't you getting off me?"

Sasuke's jaw locked. "I'm restraining you. That's my duty."

"Restraining me with your leg between my thighs? You're rubbing my clit, Uchiha," she moaned, low and dirty. "You're getting the Naked Pervert of Konoha off. I bet a hundred ryo you're getting hard right now."

"I am NOT—"

Hinata activated her Byakugan.

Oh.

Oh, he was lying.

Through the pale, veiny X-ray of her clan's kekkei genkai, she could see everything. Sasuke's entire chakra network. His muscles tense and coiled. His heartbeat elevated. And beneath the white cotton of his shorts, his cock was absolutely stiffening — a long, thick shaft twitching against the confines of his underwear, the head already tenting the fabric. His chakra was flaring around his crotch, around his chest, around his cheeks. He was aroused as fuck, and he was pretending he wasn't.

Hinata's mouth went dry underneath the mask. Sasuke Uchiha was hard, on top of her, on top of the Naked Pervert. On top of her. She could practically taste him.

Every fantasy she'd had about boys— every steamy, shameful late-night rub-out where she'd imagined some random teammate pounding into her — got shoved to the back of her horny little brain and replaced with cold, calculating, dark-eyed Sasuke, and his flushed cheeks, and his very obvious erection.

"Mmmm, my Byakugan sees all, pretty boy~" she cooed, licking her lips inside the mask. She let her thighs part further, letting his knee sink deeper against her wet slit. "You're hard. You're so, so hard, Sasuke-kun. Naughty. What would your teammates think?"

"Y-you don't know what you're—" His voice cracked slightly.

"I can see it. I can see everything." Hinata's voice dropped into a sultry whisper. She wriggled one wrist free — she could have gotten out at any time; she was a Hyuga, and he was distracted — and reached up. Sasuke was so caught off-guard by her boldness that he didn't stop her hand from cupping his cheek. "Poor thing. Chasing perverts must be a hard job. Emphasis on hard."

"Get your hand off—"

Hinata sat up in one fluid motion, pushing against his chest, and used her freed leverage to roll them. Sasuke, thrown by the sudden shift and by the incredibly distracting fact that a pair of huge naked tits were suddenly swinging directly into his face, ended up on his back in the grass with Hinata now straddling him. Her big breasts hung over his face like two enormous ripe fruits, her nipples nearly grazing his lips, her wet cunt pressed down right onto the tented bulge of his shorts.

"Hng—" Sasuke's breath hitched. He grabbed her hips to shove her off, but his hands just… stayed there. Squeezing. His palms burned hot against her bare skin. His eyes flicked up to her tits, then away, then back, then away again, then back and stayed there, pupils blown wide.

"You want to look, don't you, Sasuke-kun?" Hinata whispered, leaning down so her nipples brushed his cheek. "You want to touch. Nobody has to know. The Naked Pervert of Konoha won't tell. It'll be our little secret~"

She could feel his cock throbbing under her pussy through the thin cotton of his shorts. She rolled her hips, once, slowly, and Sasuke made a sound — a strangled little grunt in the back of his throat that went straight to her clit like a bolt of lightning. Kami, he sounded so hot. All that stoic composure cracking open, revealing the horny teenager underneath.

"This is — you're a criminal—" he tried to protest, but his hips bucked up against hers, betraying him completely.

"Then arrest me," Hinata purred. "Tie me up. Interrogate me. Do whatever a hero like you needs to do to a bad girl like me."

And then, without warning herself in advance — without giving her shy inner Hinata a chance to chicken out — she yanked the ahegao mask up just enough to expose her mouth, leaned all the way down, and pressed her lips to Sasuke's.

He froze.

She kissed him harder — hungry, wet, needy. Months of pent-up sexual energy that she'd been burning off through exhibitionism finally had a real, warm, living target, and Sasuke Uchiha's mouth was right there, tasting like green tea and something clean and cold and boyish. His lips were softer than she'd imagined. She pressed her tongue against them, teasing, coaxing.

For a long second, he didn't move.

Then he groaned into her mouth, and his hands slid up from her hips to her waist to her ribs — one thumb brushing the underside of her heavy breast, making her gasp — and he kissed her back.

It was clumsy at first, like he didn't quite know what he was doing, like maybe this was his first real kiss and he was fumbling through it. But he was a genius Uchiha, and he was a fast learner, and within moments his tongue was pushing back against hers, his hands were kneading up her ribcage toward her tits, and his hips were rutting up against her sopping cunt in helpless, needy little thrusts.

"Mmmph—" Hinata moaned into his mouth, grinding down harder, feeling his fat cock throb against her clit through the fabric. She'd never in her life imagined she'd be making out with Sasuke Uchiha in the middle of the park, naked, with three pairs of stolen panties on her head. But here she was, and she was going to make the absolute most of it.

She broke the kiss just enough to drag her tongue up his cheek, tasting the salt of his sweat, and whispered against his ear, "You caught me, hero. Now what are you going to do with me?"

Sasuke's dark eyes were glazed, half-lidded, his lips wet and pink and swollen. His hands finally, finally moved up to cup her breasts fully, both of them at once, thumbs finding her aching nipples and rolling them experimentally. Hinata's whole body arched. She shrieked into the collar of his shirt, a hot gush soaking through his shorts.

"…I don't know," Sasuke admitted hoarsely, staring up at her tits in his hands like a man who had just discovered fire. "I don't — I've never—"

"Never?" Hinata giggled darkly, still rocking her hips. "Aww, Sasuke-kun. That's okay. The Naked Pervert of Konoha is a very good teacher~"

She kissed him again, deep and filthy, and this time when he pinched her nipples she came right on top of him, shuddering, whimpering, drenching the front of his shorts with her release. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered that the two jonin were still approaching, and that she had maybe two minutes before Anbu showed up and this whole thing exploded into a scandal that would burn the Hyuga clan to the ground.

But two minutes was a lot of time.

And Sasuke's cock was still so, so hard underneath her.

She grinned against his mouth, reached down between their bodies, and started tugging at the drawstring of his shorts, her Byakugan still faintly active, her pupils dancing with veiny chakra veins and pure, unfiltered lust.

"Two minutes, Uchiha-kun," she whispered. "Let's see what a genius can learn in two minutes~"