She's sleeping in.

It was odd that Ino had not woken them all up yet, especially when Hinata was already ahead of her, bouncing on Naruto's cock joyously.

The creaking and groaning of the bed was the cause of the first person to awaken: Karin.

She was still dressed in her prison clothes, her hair now a tangled mess.

She sits up, empty eyes drawn to the slumped form of Hinata on Naruto's chest, her body and Naruto's conjoined at the hips.

Karin blinks, rubs her eyes, her body goes rigid on the bed.

"Umm, hey... Karin-c-chan," for once 'chan' feels awkward on a woman, Naruto finds himself unsure of what to say.

She looks at him with a squint, her hand fumbling on the night stand beside her for her glasses. She puts them on.

"What... did you..." she stops speaking there, her gaze drawn to her lower half still buried in the sheets.

She snaps her head up and glares at him, "Why do I feel..." she clutches her head, closes her eyes, and grits her teeth.

Her eyes slowly open. Her features have sagged, she's exhausted, like all the strength she had a moment ago was suddenly drained from her.

She asks hoarsely, "What am I?"

"You're..." Naruto doesn't know exactly what to call her, "A ...**** I guess," he finishes ashamedly.

That word doesn't seem be as penetrating to her, "A ****?" she seems to think for a while, staring at Hinata and then him, "Then nothing has changed, has it?" she remarks softly to herself.

She stands abruptly, and crosses her arms over her chest, not facing him when she speaks, "Where can I find some clothes?"

"Umm, I think Tenten-chan is up... ask her, she'll know what you can wear."

She nods.

"Thanks," sighing, shivering.

She takes a few steps forward until her backside is in line with the door. And stops.

Naruto is shocked to see a huge stain of wetness in her white prison shorts. A trail of dried fluid on her leg is illuminated by the warm sun light, too.

Karin shivers again, like she's trying to take another step forward.

Naruto can scarcely believe it, but his cock stirs in Hinata's pussy, rapidly re-surging to life.

His eyes zero in on her tight ass cheeks, longingly devouring her legs and the stain in her clothes.

Maybe he should help her? His mind suddenly suggests, his heart thumping in his chest. Stand up, walk over to her, pull them down, stick it in. Relieve her. She's obviously suffering. That's why she's standing there too, she's waiting for him.

But then it dawns on him that he's still inside Hinata. She's not out of it yet, if he started moving again, she'd surely rouse again. Her heart was beating softly against his chest, but he could make it shudder again.