Fantastic!

Your knees tremble, and your back arches. You're moaning up a storm, but you're too enraptured by this newfound bliss that your bleary mind can't process the risk of someone walking in. All there is in the word is your hands slowly and deliberately stroking your cock. You feel so naughty, so liberated sexually. There won't be a second you'll miss your old lower lips from now on. In fact, this is probably what Konoha needed to realize more than anything. You take some solace in knowing you weren't entirely lying to Shizune earlier... in fact, the whole ordeal gives you an idea or two on how to handle this pandemic neatly.

However, you stuff that thought into your periphery for the time being. You had a more pressing matter to attend to in the form of your first male orgasm quick approaching. You let out a chorus of moans and grunts as you worked your way to that oh-so coveted climax. Just a few more strokes, a few more seconds, oh god you're so close!

You bite your lip as you finally reach your peak. "F-fuck," a low, throaty moan slips out of you. A geyser of cum erupts from you, ruining your desk, but that's hardly a problem in your mind. Your breath turns ragged as a wave of exhaustion accompanies your climax. How unfair it is that this had to stop! At least for the immediate future. You know what you want to do as soon as you get home though.

When you finally catch your breath, you're reassured. Whatever caused this whole situation was some kind of divine gift, and you're going to take full advantage of it. However, for the time being, you have a village to calm down. You do your best to straighten up, pulling your robes back up around your shoulders and tucking your girlcock back in your leggings. Your muscles are more relaxed than they had been in recent memory, and a faint warm glow in your stomach persisted even after you finished up.