It started with a moan—loud, unmistakable.
Sasuko had just returned from her solo training in the outskirts of Konoha when she passed Naruto's apartment. She hadn't even meant to stop… until she heard Sakura's scream.
Followed by a wet, rhythmic slap slap slap.
Then Hinata's voice, breathless:
"Harder—don't stop—right there—"
Sasuko froze.
Her Sharingan activated without her meaning to. Her pulse quickened. She was about to walk away—ignore it—until the door creaked open.
Just a crack.
And inside, the scene hit her like a kunai to the chest.
Naruto was balls-deep inside Sakura, slamming her from behind on the couch, one hand gripping her ass, the other buried in Hinata's hair as she straddled his face—moaning uncontrollably as she grinded her dripping pussy on his tongue.
The room was soaked with sex. The air thick with sweat, musk, and the sharp scent of female climax.
And they hadn't noticed her yet.
Sasuko should've left.
Should've turned around.
But instead, her hand slid into her pants.
And that's when Itachika appeared beside her.
"Snooping?" she asked softly.
Sasuko didn't even flinch. "They're loud."
Inside, Naruto gasped—he was cumming again, pumping into Sakura, who moaned as his seed spilled deep into her.
Hinata collapsed beside them, twitching, spent from her own orgasm.
Finally, Naruto looked up.
And froze.
His blue eyes locked with red ones.
"…Sasuko?"
The door creaked open wider.
She stepped inside. Slowly. Silently. Itachika followed behind her, arms crossed, calm but watching with laser focus.
"You didn't invite us," Sasuko said coldly. "But you let them do this to you?"
Naruto tried to speak—but Sakura was still quivering on his cock.
Itachika walked to the bed and sat on the edge, legs crossed. Her eyes traveled down his body—slick with sweat, cock still semi-hard, twitching in the aftermath.
"…He's a mess," she said softly. "Let's see how long he lasts with real kunoichi."
Sakura stood up, cum dripping from between her legs.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
Sasuko stripped—slowly, eyes locked with Naruto's.
"You got sloppy," she murmured. "We want our turn."
Hinata tried to protest—but Itachika was already unzipping her top.
Within minutes, Naruto was flat on the floor—Sasuko riding him reverse-cowgirl, her firm ass bouncing up and down with ruthless speed while Itachika straddled his mouth.
"Lick like you licked her," she whispered. "Don't disappoint me, Naruto."
His groans were muffled.
Sakura and Hinata watched, wide-eyed, both jealous and aroused.
But Itachika glanced back at them, smiling faintly.
"Don't just watch," she said. "You started this…"
"Finish it with us."