The Throne of Konoha

The Hokage's office was silent as Miguel entered, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. On the throne, Naruto—now Naruko—writhed, legs spread, fingers buried in her own vagina as she waited for him.

"You're late," she whispered, her blue eyes glazed with desire.

Miguel smiled, loosening his belt. "Sorry, I was busy rewriting the village laws." He picked up the Hokage hat and threw it to the floor. "From today onward, the only decree is that you obey your Master."

Naruko moaned as he tugged at her collar, her lips pressing against his with eagerness. Her hips moved on their own, rubbing against the bulge in his pants.

"You'd make a terrible Hokage this way," he chuckled, tearing her robe with a tug.

"I know," she admitted, growling as he pinched her swollen nipples. "But I'm great as your bitch."

Miguel pushed Naruko face down onto the meeting table, the mission scrolls flying to the floor. His fingers found her already soaked vagina.

"So wet... The whole village should know you're a bitch in heat," he taunted, spitting on her back before penetrating her unceremoniously.

Naruko screamed, her nails scratching the wood. "YES! Fuck, finally— AH!"

He pulled her hair, forcing her to look at the Fourth Hokage's portrait on the wall. "Would your father be proud? Seeing you suck dicks like you were born for it?"

She cried—but not from sadness. Her body writhed as he whipped her buttocks with the belt, each blow sending waves of pleasure. "M-More... please...!"

When Miguel finally came, it was inside her—hot jets that made her shudder, her own fluids mingling with the semen that trickled down her thighs.

"Stand up," he ordered, rubbing his penis against her face. "There's a whole village waiting to find out who's in charge here."

Naruko obeyed, crawling to the window—and there, before all the citizens of Konoha, she shouted:

"I SERVE ONLY MY MASTER!"

And for the first time, the entire village agreed on something.

Thank you, Master, Naruko thought, moistening her lips as she watched Miguel rewrite the world with a smile.

After all, the whole world needs a leader.

And she had found hers.