Night fell on Konoha like a hush after a scream.
Inside Naruto's apartment, the air was thick with leftover heat—sheets soaked, the girls scattered in various states of bliss and exhaustion.
Naruto lay on his back, eyes half-lidded, still twitching.
That's when the window creaked open.
And in stepped Anko.
Not stealthy—no, she never was.
She strolled in, fishnets stretched over creamy skin, purple eyes sharp with curiosity and hunger.
She whistled.
"Daaaamn, kid. I thought the rumors were exaggerated."
Naruto blinked. "A-Anko-sensei…?"
She kicked the door closed behind her.
"Didn't think you had it in you. Or this many in you," she said, eyeing the slumbering girls. "But I gotta ask... still got some chakra left?"
He sat up weakly. "I-I don't think I can—"
She was already crawling over him.
"Don't worry, baby," she cooed, licking a stripe up his neck. "I'll do the work."
Anko didn't seduce. She ** conquered.
She straddled him in her coat and nothing else underneath. She tied his hands to the headboard with her own panties. She leaned in close, her breath hot, and whispered:
"You've had sweet. You've had soft.Now let's see how you handle twisted."
She used her tongue like a weapon—slow, dirty, dragging across every inch. She edged him, teased him, left him begging.
She brought out toys.She made him whimper.And when she finally let him inside her—wet, tight, and clenching like a vice—Naruto almost passed out.
The door opened.
Sakura rubbed her eyes.
"Ino, did you—oh my—WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Anko turned to her mid-thrust, grinning like a devil.
"Oh, hey. I borrowed your toy."
Sakura lunged.
But Anko was already grabbing Naruto's chin.
"Wanna watch me break him again?"
The room exploded into another storm—Sakura vs. Anko, both fighting for dominance over Naruto's exhausted body.
He could barely moan as they took turns, pushing each other aside, riding him harder and harder, each trying to mark him deeper.
By the end, Naruto was spent—utterly.But Anko sat on the edge of the bed, lighting a cigarette, still glowing.
"Guess the brat can handle snakes," she smirked.
She looked at the girls glaring at her.
"Don't worry. I'll share."
Her eyes gleamed.
"…Sometimes."