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"H-hey! Quit twisting 'em like that!" she yelped, cheeks puffing up like a damn chipmunk. "You think you're funny, huh?"
Cute. Too cute. She pouted, lips puckered, then immediately doubled down, squeezing her tits tighter around my shaft like she had something to prove.
I just smiled at her. "What do you think?" Inwardly, I was fighting for my life not to blow my load right there. My ribs might've been broken, but my willpower was still clinging on by its fingernails.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You think I can't handle it? Watch me, perv-sensei!" She punctuated this by kissing the head of my cock again, making her provocation feel downright endearing. "Heh, you're the one who can't keep up with me, dattebayo!"
Amusing. That was the word. Her provocation was half brat, half innocent confidence—and one hundred percent Uzumaki.
Then she arched her back and raised her ass higher, enough that the skimpy dress couldn't keep up and was lifted to show the swell of her perfectly rounded cheeks. The pose made her look like a cat stretching, all curves and invitation.
My eyes were drawn to it despite myself. That ass was a work of art—firm and plump, with just enough jiggle to make my mouth water. The way she was positioned made it look even more enticing, like she was presenting herself without even realizing it.
My fingers twitched and squeezed her nipples harder. I had the overwhelming urge to reach back and smack that perfect ass, but my ribs wouldn't allow it. I had to content myself with fondling her tits and rolling her buds between my fingers.
Naruko smirked even with one eye squeezed shut from the stimulation, but smug all the same.
"Oi… what's the matter, sensei? Something… hahh—caught your eye?" She wiggled her ass just to mock me, tits still pumping my shaft. Her mouth dipped—kiss. "I noticed you staring at my butt like some kind of creep!" Kiss. "What kinda perv does that? Tch—so dumb." Kiss. "Who even likes butts?"
She was trying to mock me between every kiss on my cock, but it only made my head spin more.
"Can't help it with an ass like that," I said, owning up to it completely. "It's fucking perfect. Criminal not to stare."
Her smirk faltered. She didn't like that her mocking had no effect—or worse, that my compliment clearly affected her. So she stuck her tongue out in defiance, but the momentum carried her, when she leaned down to kiss my dick again, that pink tongue was still extended.
The tip slipped between her lips, and she licked instinctively, dragging her tongue across the crown.
I grunted, my dick throbbed, and my hips jerked up, pushing against her full lips. But she'd already pulled back quickly. But not quick enough. My cock slid against her cheek instead, smearing precum across her face.
We both froze.
"What the fuck was—" My brain shorted out.
Naruko blinked slowly, her pupils tracking down to my dick resting against her face, marking her with my precum. She tasted the substance on her tongue and lips, then looked up at me. Instead of outrage, the bitch smirked with the most shameless smirk I'd ever seen.
Does she have no limits or shame?
"Whoa! Look at you jump around, sensei!" she mocked. "Poor patient's getting all worked up over his cute nurse! What, can't take a little nurse check-up?"
Just moments ago she'd been reluctant to use her hands, but now she was pushing her face against my dick, smearing more precum as she went.
"Hot… twitchy… smells kinda funny, y'know? And it keeps twitching," she muttered with genuine curiosity, before smirking again.
She looked me deep in the eyes, then stuck her tongue out and dragged it slowly along the entire length while maintaining eye contact. When she reached the tip, she gave it a soft kiss, breathing harder now.
"Sooo," she winked cheekily, "who can't handle who, sensei?"
She was good at this—dangerously good. Learning as she went. This is bad.
I swallowed hard. I didn't know if it was good or bad that my injuries limited my mobility, because right now I wanted nothing more than to flip her around and ravage her cunt until she cried for mercy. Uzumaki, stamina or not, her heritage wouldn't save her from me like it did her mom. She'd ignited a fire in my chest that would only calm down after she was utterly and thoroughly fucked and ruined.
As a warning, I twisted her nipple harder, and she moaned but the bitch laughed as if she now had the upper hand. No matter how many embarrassing sounds I coaxed from her sensitive body, she acted like she was winning.
And she was fucking right. I was essentially at her mercy.
"Mm, poor sensei," she purred, then went back to using her unfair tits to pump my shaft. Less aggressive this time, making sure to keep the tip out of her cleavage valley so she could lavish attention on it directly.
She gave it wet kisses, tongue flickering teasingly, licking the tip and the precum it released like it was candy. She showed no shame or inhibitions whatsoever. I knew she already didn't have much, but wasn't this a bit much?
I wasn't just going to sit back. My hands went to her tits again, fondling, twisting, pulling, poking her stiff nipples, then caressing her areolas like they were holy seals to be worshipped.
Her moans grew louder, her actions bolder.
She kissed with her lips, licked with her tongue, squished and pumped with her tits. She even nuzzled and caressed my dick against her face. I almost lost it then, but somehow soldiered on.
Until she slid the tip into her mouth. Just past her pouty lips.
I lost it completely.
My hand flew to her head and pushed her down on my dick. I had enough presence of mind not to be too aggressive—couldn't risk breaking the transformation. She clamped her lips shut instinctively as the tip went past her teeth. The wet heat was incredible—soft tongue, slick walls, the gentle suction as she tried to figure out what was happening. It couldn't be resisted, so I let go.
I exploded into her mouth.
I grunted as rope after rope of cum spurted out, aggressively feeding the cheeky vixen my entire load. Her blue eyes went wide as she froze, not knowing what was happening or perhaps just studying my reaction.
When her throat convulsed, gulping instinctively, my orgasm spiked tenfold. I clutched her blonde hair, fighting the urge to bury myself deeper until she gagged.
She started tapping at my thighs when she couldn't handle the amount, and it began overflowing from her lips, running down her chin in thick white streams. Her cheeks bulged as she struggled to swallow, little choking sounds escaping around my shaft.
But I was too far gone to listen to any complaints.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pulled herself off, but my release wasn't done yet. She coughed and panted while I painted her cute face with my seed, flinching as ropes hit her cheeks, near her eyes, across her tits, in her hair.
"Blegh! Gross! You seriously—cough—nearly choked me, bastard!" she sputtered, then eyed my dick in her hand suspiciously, as if waiting for it to attack again.
When it seemed safe, she gave it an experimental pump, then another. She flinched again when it spurted, but with less force, then licked the cum from her lips.
"See that? I told you I could handle anything! Even... urgh... this." She wrinkled her nose. "Tastes weird though. Bitter… kinda salty... Did you really have to make so much, Eishin?"
I exhaled a long breath, muscles trembling and slowly relaxing. "That was…. dangerous," I muttered. Looking down at her, flushed and messy. "You are dangerous."
Her whisker-marked cheeks rose as she grinned ear to ear. No mockery this time, just pure beaming pride.
"Heh… damn right I am! Took you long enough to notice, sensei. Don't you dare forget it."
I'd already decided I loved her smile, but how unfair was she being, using it now while covered in cum, cheeks flushed, eyes teary, tits out, and ass up.
My cock throbbed in her hand, and her eyes snapped down to it, blinking rapidly like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"…Eh? W-wait… it's still… moving? But… you already—" She squeezed her small hand around it, struggling to close her fist around the girth. "…It's still hard?" Her voice was half-fascinated, half-nervous, like she'd stumbled onto a forbidden scroll.
I had no words, so I just reached down and patted her head.
She looked up at me with a frown, even as her delicate hand continued pumping.
"It's not supposed to do that, right?" Before I could respond, she continued, "I knew something was wrong with it the moment I saw it! They're not supposed to grow that big, and they're definitely not supposed to spit out this much, dattebayo!"
I didn't know if I should laugh or…. I chopped her forehead lightly. "Wrong? This is the best dick there is. Girls only have praise for it. What kind of nurse are you, not even knowing that?"
The jab went over her head. Her mouth dropped open, then snapped shut. She looked between me and my cock as she pumped slowly, cum still dripping from her chin onto her exposed tits. The mess didn't seem to bother her at all—she just wiped her mouth with the back of her hand like she'd finished eating ramen.
An impulsive thought seemed to flash through her mind then. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and with zero warning, she leaned forward and gave the tip one last, quick suck—a greedy, almost reflexive gesture, as if she couldn't help herself.
I grit my teeth.
"Mmh…. still tastes weird," she muttered, then did it again, longer this time, her tongue swirling around the head like she was trying to figure out a puzzle. Cum smeared across her cheek as she worked, but she didn't care—too focused on her "investigation."
My breath hitched. "Naruko—"
"What? I'm just—" She paused mid-lick, eyes going wide as if she'd just realized what she was doing. Her face flushed crimson, making the white streaks on her cheeks stand out even more. "I—that wasn't—I was just checking if it was still—!"
That seemed to be the waking slap. She froze. Her triumphant grin vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated panic. It was like she'd just realized what she'd done. Her own actions finally catching up with her.
She scrambled backward so fast she nearly fell off the bed, tits bouncing wildly, one hand flying to cover her mouth while the other flailed for balance. The skimpy dress had ridden up completely, showing off her ass and thighs, but she didn't even notice. The confident, seductive mask cracked completely.
"I gotta—other patients! Yeah! Lots of other patients need checking on!" She stumbled toward the window, movements jerky and panicked, twin-tails disheveled and sticky with cum. "This nurse's shift is totally done, dattebayo!"
"Wait, your clothes—"
"Shut up! Don't look at me like that! I know what I'm doing! Clothes are fine! Everything's fine!" She was already at the window, not even looking back, still flustered and trying to fix her dress with shaking hands—though she only managed to expose more skin in the process. Her tits were still completely out, nipples hard, but she was too rattled to care about covering up.
"Don't—don't think this means anything weird, got it?! I was just doing my job!" She said, then added under her breath. "Stupid pervy Eishin… makin' me do weird stuff…"
She paused at the windowsill, glancing back once with those wide blue eyes—confused, aroused, annoyed, and completely overwhelmed by her own actions. Cum glistened in her blonde hair, on her flushed cheeks, across her heaving chest.
"D-don't think this means you win, ya hear?! Next time, I'll—" Her voice cracked, her eyes flickering to my hardness. She clicked her tongue. "Try not to miss me too much, bastard," she mumbled, then leapt out the window half-naked without a second thought, ass bouncing as she disappeared.
I stared at the open window, then at my dick still standing at attention, and some sense returned to my mind.
What the fuck just happened?
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