As soon as Shizune fled from the Hokage's office, she pressed herself against the nearest wall, breathing heavily. Her body burned with an unbearable heat, and her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She slipped a hand under her kimono and slowly brought it out in front of her. Her lips trembled as she stared at her fingers.
"How could this..." Uncurling her fingers, Shizune caught the disturbing scent of her own forbidden nectar. Thin, viscous strings connected her fingertips, and a fresh wave of excitement surged through her with renewed vigor. She was literally leaking for a man almost half her age. Her lust had nearly spiraled out of control. For months, she had masturbated to these vulgar fantasies, dreaming that one day they might come true. If he had taken just one more step forward back there, she would not have been able to contain her inner thirst. She wouldn't have resisted; she would have surrendered to him completely. But, as if he knew exactly what she longed for, he had simply teased her, played with her, and then made that strange, vicious proposal.
"At night... in the forest... Oh my God!" The mere thought of it made her mouth water, and not just her mouth.
"No, I can't. I need to think rationally!" Gathering her strength, she decided she had to relieve this lustful tension, to become collected and confident once more. She knew only one way to do it. In recent years, she had perfected a "special" method. If she had dealt with this problem this morning, perhaps none of this would have happened. But Shizune could not deny the truth: what had just transpired had stirred her animal side, making her inner whore tremble with anticipation. That was why she had to do something—to give that inner woman at least a taste, if only to quiet her for a minute and stop the painful agony of lust that tormented her body.
And so, she made her way to that very place. It was the only thing that had helped her all these years.
For the next three hours, the women's restroom in the Hokage's residence was plunged into a cycle of continuous moans of passion and gushing orgasms. Shizune literally spattered the entire floor in front of the mirror, trying again and again to extinguish the flame within her. She was trying to restrain the side of herself that desperately wanted to walk the path of fornication and animal depravity that night. The perverted thoughts slowly suppressed her rational mind, gradually drowning out the guilt she felt toward Hinata and breaking down the barriers of age, leaving only the raw desire to be a woman. At least once, just once, away from everyone, she wanted to become *his* woman.
"You slut! Slito for Narutos dick! Ahhh~" Shizune continued to play with her slick, swollen folds as she stared at her reflection. Her kimono had long since lost its belt, revealing her dark underwear in the mirror. At that moment, it seemed so depraved. One hand ceaselessly caressed herself from below, making incredibly vulgar sounds and splashing her juices all over the floor. Her other hand pinched an erect nipple through her sweat-dampened bra. Shizune hadn't even bothered to undress fully. She simply spread her legs and, right in front of the mirror with her face red from embarrassment, satisfied herself in the most depraved way imaginable. All she could do was moan and vent her frustration on her own sensual flesh.
"Ah ahaa.. I hate myself! Aaahhh~" Her eyes rolled back, and drool began to trail down her thin neck. "N-Naruto... S-Sorry... I'm... again... c-coming... ahhh~"
It was another ordinary day, ending with another moaning session in the toilet. For Shizune, it had become a daily routine. Who would have thought that the polite and diligent student of the Fifth Hokage was hiding such a vicious secret? She knew how bad it was, but she couldn't escape it. It had all started when Naruto was still a boy. Day after day, she broke down, sometimes crying sadly as she confronted her own weakness. No one would ever understand her feelings, so she hid them as deeply as possible in her heart. But today, Naruto had acted so strangely. The old wound began to inflict unbearable pain once more. She simply couldn't fight it. Her body cried out, shuddering through bright orgasms. But in addition to the pleasure, Shizune's face showed pain and disappointment.
After a couple of hours, the face staring back at her from the mirror was tear-stained and exhausted, her mascara smeared and viscous saliva coating her lips, stretching down to her nipples. She awkwardly licked a wet finger and sighed.
"I am sorry hinata but I want Naruto as well..."
***
By evening, Naruto had fully explored his own body and the spacious office. He tried to summon the Anbu by shouting and whispering, but nothing happened. After going through some notes on the computer, he realized there had been some significant changes in the village. Unlike his father, Minato, this Naruto hadn't increased the Anbu's numbers; he had reduced them, choosing instead to strengthen the ranks of the Jonin. He had also, naturally, rid himself of any personal protection, deeming it unnecessary given his own strength. At the same time, he had turned his office into a veritable fortress, completely shielded from prying eyes and ears. This was one of the most welcome discoveries of the day. Everything that happened inside this office was not only impossible to see, but also impossible to overhear. For the "new" Naruto, this foresight played right into his hands. He had literally turned his office into a sex dungeon fit for a true pervert. Here, he could not only calmly corrupt and rape women, but do it as long and as loudly as he pleased. It was an ideal place for "special" training—the perfect throne room from which the Great Hokage should rule.
Admiring the evening view of Konoha as the bright sun began to set, Naruto felt calm for the first time that day. From the height of the residence, a truly wonderful panorama opened up before him. Today, he finally understood why the Hokage always had such large windows. Watching over your domain was truly an amazing feeling.
"Yes, after all, this is for the best," the man smiled contentedly, continuing to contemplate the distant streets where people scurried about. To call this place a village was an insult—it was a real city. Life flourished even at this late hour. Lanterns illuminated the darkening streets as the city slowly transitioned into night mode, but the people didn't seem to notice the change, continuing to live their lives to the fullest. Under the protection of the strongest Hokage in history, what did they have to fear?
"Yes, I am the Seventh Hokage. Who would have thought..."
Returning to his seat, Naruto leaned back in his chair and showed a sly grin.
"My meeting with Shizune is coming up soon. Will she come? I've already taken the first steps, and if everything goes well, I will regain my strength in no time. Fortunately, I remember almost everything about this world, so I shouldn't attract too much unwanted attention. Still, the people are noticeably different. I never would have thought that Shizune was crazy about Naruto, or that Shikamaru was such a lazy slacker." Throwing his hands behind his head, Naruto chuckled.
"In any case, if nothing works out with Shizune, I will get my way. If I don't connect with her tonight, I'll just go home and take what's mine from my own wife!" With a sinister grin, he licked his lips. "I'm sure Hinata is incredibly sexy. It can't be otherwise. That boy she married is unimportant now. I'm in charge here—she's my woman now! I will make them all mine. Every last one will become mine. Even that Sakura, or girls from other countries—they will all belong to me. No one will escape. Everything will be mine."
In the slowly creeping darkness, Naruto's eyes sparkled with an unimaginably ominous light. Now, he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.