It's an order

And, as she gazed upon the black tomoe in red pupils, Naruko felt the pleasant haze of a genjustu settling in.

She could have broken it off. She really could have. It was one of those things she trained very hard with the Pervert Sage to master.

But, at that moment, something told her not to. She would like to think it was the **** seal's effect, that was still etched on her butt, but, truth be told, Naruko simply lacked the will.

She felt her mind, still in a daze, moving, not towards the couple, best friend and mother, who were fucking right next to her, but toward a bundle of crumpled clothes. Not any crumpled clothes, mind, but Sasuke's.

The girl (and she was a girl, certainly felt like one) rummaged through, with bated breath, until she found her treasure.

Black boxers, the most beautiful piece of clothing she had ever seen, she would choose this cotton rather than any silk in the world, that was for sure. And as she gently rubbed her nose, she could feel the satisfied gaze of her rival focused on her.

Indeed, 'X' marked the spot and precisely behind the Uchiha clan crest, where the head of Sasuke's python usually rested, she found the richest and most concentrated flavor of dick.

Oh, how she reveled in it, clenching her thighs as her pussy discovered a new feminine joy, nipples hardening under the gentle melody of her own mother's moans and Sasuke's victorious grunts.

'He's been training.' Naruko noticed, delighted, how sweaty the boxers were. 'Sasuke always trains so hard...' She thought, blushing, as Naruto's memories of a shirtless Sasuke punching trees suddenly gained entirely new meanings. Things she wouldn't have noticed otherwise, like the tightness of his back muscles and the sharp definition of his abs, all at once, seemed terribly important.

Never again would she be the same.