Round (although rushed) hundred

Hinata sat on a floor cushion, fidgeting nervously while Tsume lounged across from her, a knowing smirk on her face. A few feet away, the rhythmic, wet slaps of flesh and Hana’s choked, pleasured moans provided a constant backdrop. Kyle had her bent over the low table, driving into her from behind with powerful, piston-like thrusts, his grip tight on her hips.

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Tsume-san,” Hinata confessed, her voice a strained whisper. Her knuckles were white where she clutched her knees. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I give Naruto-kun a handjob every morning before he leaves for the Hokage tower. I… I talk dirty to him, like you suggested.”

Tsume’s eyes glinted with predatory interest. “Oh? And what do you say to the great Hokage, little flower? Spill it.”

Hinata’s face was on fire. She couldn’t look at Tsume, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I… I call him a worthless… small-dicked loser. That he’s nothing compared to… to real men.” The words felt like acid on her tongue, but saying them sent a shocking, undeniable jolt of heat straight to her core.

“And?” Tsume pressed, leaning forward.

“He… he cums almost instantly when I say that,” Hinata admitted, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and excitement. “And I… I get so wet. But... He cums and then he has to go anyway. When Master Kyle… when he just uses his fingers on me, I cum so hard I see stars. But now… now I kinda want… sex.” She whispered the last word as if it were a blasphemy, her body trembling with the admission.

She finally looked up, her pale eyes pleading. “Do you… do you think I should? Maybe if I just… had sex with Naruto-kun, this feeling would go away?”

From across the room, Kyle’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, even as he never broke his rhythm with Hana. “No!”

Hinata flinched as if struck.

Kyle drove into Hana one last, deep time, making her scream, before pulling out and turning his head, his gaze locking onto Hinata. His expression was dark, possessive. “I forbid you from having sex with Naruto until your training is complete. Your body is mine to mold. You will not spoil my work with his… incompetence. Is that understood?”

The order was absolute, leaving no room for argument. A part of Hinata, the wife of the Hokage, wanted to rebel. But a much larger, more **** part of her felt a perverse thrill at his command. His authority was a cage, but it was also a comfort. She didn't have to think; she just had to obey.

“Y-yes, Kyle-sensei,” she whispered, bowing her head. “I understand.”

Satisfied, Kyle turned his attention back to the task at hand. With a guttural groan, his body tensed, and he emptied himself deep into Hana’s asshole, his release pulsing inside her. Hana shuddered, her own climax wracking her body as she felt the hot fill.

“Kiba,” Kyle ordered, stepping back and tucking his still-dripping cock away. “Clean your sister.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Kiba, who had been standing quietly in the corner wearing only a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his newly refined frame, moved forward. He knelt behind Hana, his movements docile and reverent. He leaned in and began to diligently lick his Master’s seed from his sister’s stretched, used hole, swallowing every drop.

Hinata watched, mesmerized and horrified. The sight of her strong, wild friend reduced to such a servile state should have disgusted her. Instead, she felt a flush of heat. There was something undeniably hot about somebody of wild character accepting the order with such obidience.

But her mind quickly jumped back to Kyle’s decree. She looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and **** hope. “Does… does this mean you will teach me?” she asked, her voice small. “Does it mean you will teach me how to please a man… with my… my pussy?”

Kyle looked down at her, a slow, possessive smile spreading across his face. “Yes, Hinata. It’s time for your next lesson.”

Later, after a tense dinner where Hinata could barely eat, she found herself lying on the large bed in the master bedroom. Her heart was pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Tsume was there, kneeling between her spread legs, her tongue performing ruthless circles on Hinata’s clit.

“Please… oh, gods…” Hinata begged, her back arching off the bed. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her body writhing under Tsume’s expert, merciless tongue. The pleasure was a razor’s edge, unbearable and exquisite.

Suddenly, the pressure vanished. Hinata’s eyes flew open, a sob of frustration catching in her throat. Kyle stood over her, his thick, heavy cock resting against her inner thigh. The heat of it was a brand. He nudged the head against her soaked, trembling entrance, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, but not enough to enter.

“Please…” she whimpered, her hips trying to rise, to **** him inside.

He pulled back, denying her. “Please, what?” His voice was a low, infuriating rumble. He tapped the tip against her clit, making her jolt, then dragged it slowly down her slick folds, teasing her ****, clutching hole. “You want something, you ask for it properly.”

Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. Her body was screaming, a raw, aching need she had never known. She didn’t understand what he wanted. “I… I want you… inside…”

He chuckled, a dark, amused sound, and repeated the torturous motion, circling her entrance but never committing. “That’s not it. Try again, slut. Use that pretty mouth for something other than begging.”

Tsume, watching from the side, gave a low, throaty laugh. “Tell him what you really want. Tell him what you are.”

The pieces clicked into place in Hinata’s pleasure-fogged mind. Praise. Submission. She had to prove she understood her place. She **** her eyes open, meeting his dominant gaze.

“Your… your cock,” she breathed, her voice shaking with a mixture of shame and fervent need. “It’s so big, Kyle-sama. So perfect. I… I need it. I’m nothing without it inside me.” The words, once spoken, felt terrifyingly true. “Please… please breed your big-tittied slut. I’m your slut, Kyle-sama. Please, fill me up!”

A feral grin of pure triumph spread across Kyle’s face. “That’s my girl.”

In one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Hinata’s world shattered into a supernova of sensation. The feeling of being utterly filled, stretched, and claimed was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her back arched violently off the bed, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as her climax seized her, crashing over her in relentless, pulsing waves.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Submission Score has increased by 5. Current score: 85.

The notification in front of his eyes did not make Kyle pause. As the last tremors of her climax wracked her body, he pulled out, and flipped her onto her stomach, forcing her up onto her knees. Hinata, still dazed and whimpering, obeyed the command, and leaned her back. Her large, soft breasts swayed beneath her, and she buried her flushed face in the sheets.

Kyle's grip on her hips bruised, but she endured. The angle was deep, and each thrust jolted her entire body with a steady, pounding rhythm. The wet, slapping sounds of their joining filled the room, mingling with her high, **** moans. She could feel no love, just his cock. And the realization only made her clench around him tighter, another, smaller orgasm ripping through her.

“That’s it,” he growled, his pace becoming frantic, erratic. “Take it. Take all of it.”

He drove into her one final time, his body locking up as he buried himself as deep as he could go. Hinata felt a hot, pulsing flood erupt inside her, filling her in a way that felt impossibly intimate and claiming. He held himself there, grunting with each jet of his release, until she felt the warm wetness begin to seep out around the edges of his still-hard cock.

When he finally pulled out, a gush of his seed followed, dripping down her inner thighs. Hinata collapsed onto the bed, boneless and utterly spent, her mind a blissful blank.

She felt the bed dip. Kyle was standing beside it, looking down at her splayed, used body with an expression of dark satisfaction.

“Kiba,” he called out, his voice casual, as if asking for a glass of water.

The door opened and Kiba entered, his eyes downcast. He was still in his shorts and t-shirt, his demeanor docile.

“Clean her up,” Kyle ordered, gesturing to Hinata’s glistening, cum-filled pussy.

Hinata’s eyes flew open in panic. “No! Kyle-sama, please… not that…” She tried to close her legs, a fresh wave of shame washing over her.

“Open your legs,” Kyle commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He looked at her, a cruel, knowing smile on his lips. “And while he’s doing it, I want you to close your eyes. Imagine it’s your beloved hubby between your legs, finally doing his duty and tasting what a real man left inside his wife.”

The command was so perverse, that Hinata could only whimper in protest. But her body, trained now to obey, slowly relaxed her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality.

She felt Kiba’s hesitant hands on her thighs, then the soft, warm wetness of his tongue. It was a slow, thorough cleaning, lapping up the seed that had pooled inside her and now trickled out. Disgust warred with a twisted, burgeoning arousal. She focused, trying to picture Naruto’s bright, smiling face. She imagined his spiky blond hair between her legs, his blue eyes looking up at her with love as he tenderly cared for her.

The image was enough. Combined with the relentless, intimate stimulation of Kiba’s tongue on her sensitive, swollen flesh, it pushed her over the edge one last time. A soft, broken sob escaped her lips as her body convulsed in a final, shameful, devastatingly intense orgasm, her hips bucking weakly against Kiba’s face.

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Relationship Score has increased by 1. Current score: 99.

Hinata lay trembling on the rumpled sheets, the final aftershocks of her orgasm still making her legs twitch. The room was silent save for their heavy breathing. Kiba had finished his task and retreated, his head bowed, leaving her alone with the scent of sex and her own overwhelming shame and desire.

Tsume, who had been observing from a corner with a look of deep satisfaction, finally moved. She came to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand surprisingly gentle as she stroked Hinata’s sweat-dampened hair.

“See, little flower?” Tsume murmured, her voice a low purr. “I told you you’d learn to love it. Your body understands what it needs, even if your mind is still fighting it.”

Hinata turned her face into the pillow, a fresh tear tracing a path through the dampness on her cheek. “It’s wrong, Tsume-san. What I felt… what I imagined… It’s so wrong.”

“Is it?” Tsume challenged, her fingers still moving in a soothing rhythm. “Or is it just honest? You just had the most powerful orgasms of your life. Your body is singing. And now you get to go home and share that happiness with your husband.”

Hinata shook her head, confused. “But… Kyle-sama forbade me from having sex with Naruto-kun.”

“He forbade sex,” Tsume corrected, a sly grin playing on her lips. “He said nothing about his mouth. Think about it, Hinata. You’re filled with a real man’s seed, still warm inside you. You go home. You let your hardworking Hokage husband worship you with his tongue. It will be his first time, won’t it? He’ll be so eager, so clumsy. He won’t recognize the taste of another man’s cum. He’ll just be happy to finally be pleasing his wife. And you…” she leaned closer, her whisper a tantalizing promise, “You will be able to cum on his face, thinking of the cock that truly filled you. It’s the perfect gift for both of you.”

The logic was twisted, seductive. It offered a way to bridge the chasm between her duty and her desire. She could be a dutiful wife and a well-fucked slut all at once.

Kiba, who had been listening quietly from the doorway, stepped forward. His voice was soft, earnest. “Hinata. Master’s… seed… it changes you. It makes everything… clearer. It’s a gift. Don’t you want to give your husband a gift? Let him taste what real pleasure is? Let him taste what a satisfied woman is like?”

Hinata looked between them—the cunning matriarch and her utterly broken, yet strangely serene son. Their words wove a cage of perverse reason around her. The aching emptiness between her legs, now that Kyle was gone, yearned to be filled again. The memory of her climax, fueled by the humiliating fantasy, was too potent to ignore.

“But… he just… he just finished,” she whispered, her resolve crumbling.

Tsume’s grin widened. “So? A man like Master Kyle is always ready for a slut's cunt. Especially one with such big tits.”

That was all the push she needed. A new, frantic energy seized Hinata. She scrambled off the bed, her body still slick with sweat and Kyle’s previous release. She didn’t bother with a robe. She walked on unsteady legs out of the bedroom and down the hall, following the sound of running water to the bath.

Kyle was standing in the steaming outdoor bath, rinsing himself off. He turned as she approached, his expression one of mild curiosity.

Hinata fell to her knees at the edge of the bath, her head bowed. “Kyle-sama,” she said, her voice trembling with a need that was no longer feigned. “Please. One more time. Before I go home. I… I need to be full. I need to be full of you when I see my husband. Please, fill my cheating cunt one more time.”

Kyle looked down at her, water sluicing down his powerful torso. A slow, deeply possessive smile spread across his face. He didn’t speak. He simply stepped out of the bath, took her by the hair, and guided her mouth onto his already hardening cock.

After she had serviced him with her mouth, he laid her back on the cool wooden decking and took her again, this time with a slower, more deliberate rhythm. When he came deep inside her pussy, and Hinata felt the hot, thick pulse of his seed flooding her depths once more, she came herself.

An hour later, Hinata walked through the door of her own home, her steps careful. The familiar surroundings felt alien. Naruto was on the couch, surrounded by scrolls, looking exhausted.

“Hinata! You’re back late,” he said, smiling wearily.

“I was… with the Inuzukas,” she said, her voice a little too high. She walked over to him, her heart hammering. She could feel Kyle’s cum, a heavy, warm pool inside her, threatening to leak out.

She reached for his hand. “Naruto-kun… can you please me tonight? I've helped your little thing... cum... so many times.”

She led her confused but willing husband to their bedroom. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. “Please,” she whispered, her face flushed. “Can you return the favor? Please… taste me.”

Naruto’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his own neck. "Hina-," He was hesitant, clumsy, but eager to please. He knelt between her legs and leaned in.

Hinata closed her eyes tightly as his inexperienced tongue touched her. It was nothing like Kiba’s efficient cleaning or Tsume’s ruthless expertise. It was fumbling, gentle. And then she heard him pause.

“Hina… it’s… kinda… salty? And thick…” he mumbled, confused.

Her eyes snapped open in panic, but she **** herself to stay calm. “It’s… it’s just how I am when I’m really excited for you, Naruto-kun,” she lied, her voice breathy. “Please… don’t stop.”

Reassured, Naruto continued, his efforts becoming more determined. Hinata squeezed her eyes shut again. She focused not on the clumsy tongue, but on the feeling of the thick load inside her, on the memory of Kyle’s powerful thrusts, on the degrading, thrilling command he’d given her.

Imagine it’s your beloved hubby… tasting what a real man left inside his wife.

The fantasy, now a reality, unlocked something deep within her. Her body arched off the bed, not in a gentle wave, but in a violent, screaming climax that shook her to her core. Her cries echoed in the room, a mixture of ecstasy and profound self-loathing.

Naruto looked up, his face smeared with her juices and another man’s seed, his eyes wide with awe and pride. “Hinata… that was… wow! Did I… did I do that?”

Hinata looked down at his innocent, smiling face, her body still trembling from the betrayal she had orchestrated. She **** a sweet, wifely smile onto her lips.

“Yes, Naruto-kun,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You did. That was all you.”

System Message: Hinata Uzumaki’s Relationship Score has increased by 1. Current score: 100.