The apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
Naruto lay on his back, blindfolded, lips parted, body limp from the attention of four goddesses who'd taken turns devouring him over the last hour. Sakura sat straddling his face, slow-grinding as she neared another climax. Hinata was at his side, stroking him with soft hands and softer moans. Sasuko and Itachika were tangled together at his feet, teasing each other while watching him squirm.
And then—
BANG.
The door flew open.
Sakura gasped. Sasuko snarled. Hinata squeaked and scrambled to cover herself.
But Naruto just moaned under the blindfold.
Ino stood in the doorway, totally nude, sweat glistening from a fresh shower, her breasts rising with each breath.
"Hope I'm not late," she said, stepping inside like she owned the place. "Naruto and I already had a little warm-up."
Hinata's jaw dropped. "You… what?"
Sakura stood, dripping, pissed. "You slept with him behind our backs?!"
Ino shrugged, sauntering closer. "You hogged him. I took a turn."
Sasuko's Sharingan flared.
But Naruto just lifted the blindfold, blinking.
"Ino…?"
She knelt between his legs, grinning, and swallowed him whole without another word.
The room exploded.
"You bitch—" Sakura launched at her.
"Wait—Naruto's still—" Hinata tried to warn, too late.
Sasuko grabbed Ino's hair and yanked her off his cock—only for Ino to twist and kiss her, tongue-first.
"You want a fight?" Ino whispered. "Let's make it fun."
That was the match spark.
What followed wasn't just sex—it was a battle royale.
Sakura pushed Ino against the wall, grinding on her thigh, spitting curses. Hinata wrapped her lips around Naruto while watching the others with wide, envious eyes. Sasuko and Itachika sandwiched Naruto's mouth and cock, trading turns and taunts.
And Ino?
She fought dirty.
Lips, hands, tongue—anywhere, everywhere.
She kissed Hinata while fingering Sakura.
Sucked Sasuko's nipple while riding Naruto.
Grabbed Itachika's ass and whispered filthy things that even made her blush.
The room was a storm of sweat, moans, and tangled limbs.
Naruto came again and again, the women wringing him dry and then milking him for more.
No one backed down.
By the end, the five girls lay around him—bruised, bitten, glowing—and he was the quivering, exhausted prize in the center.
Ino stretched with a satisfied grin.
"So... who's next?"