Naruto could barely walk.
His legs were jelly, his body sore in places he didn't even know could get sore. Every muscle ached—but in the best way. Every inch of his skin still tingled with memory.
And the moment he stepped into the hot spring, he melted.
The water was heaven. Steam curled into the air, the natural spring tucked away behind a tall wooden fence, surrounded by pine trees and soft mist.
The girls joined him one by one.
Hinata came first, quiet as always, slipping into the water beside him and resting her head on his shoulder.
Sakura entered next, stretching with a soft moan, her breasts bobbing above the waterline as she eased into place across from him.
Sasuko followed, wearing nothing but a towel that immediately fell off as she sank into the water like a queen reclaiming her throne.
Itachika came last, calm and cool, her long hair cascading over one shoulder as she stepped in without a word—eyes locked on Naruto the whole time.
They didn't pounce this time.
They worshipped.
Hinata gently washed his chest with a soft cloth, biting her lip as her fingers lingered on his scars.
Sakura pressed against his side, kissing his neck, whispering, "You did so well, Naruto… we're all addicted now."
Sasuko reached beneath the water, fingers stroking him with slow, lazy movements—just enough to keep him hard, never enough to finish.
Itachika sat across from him, watching, teasing her own nipples as she smiled. "He's recovering faster than I expected."
Naruto groaned. "Y-you're all monsters…"
"Mm." Sasuko grinned. "Maybe. But we're your monsters."
Then came the massage.
One girl worked his shoulders.
Another sat in his lap, rocking gently, not even trying to take him inside—just feeling him against her folds.
One behind him stroked his hair.
One whispered filth into his ear while kissing his throat.
And when they finally did take him again—one at a time, slow and deep in the steaming water—it was less a frenzy and more a devotional act.
Hinata whispered his name over and over as she sank down on him, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks.
Sakura clung to him like he was the only solid thing in the world, cumming around him in soft whimpers.
Sasuko held his face and kissed him like she hated how much she needed him.
Itachika simply rode him in silence, eyes half-lidded, sweat and steam clinging to her flawless skin.
By the end, Naruto wasn't just spent—he was loved.
Owned.
And he knew it.