The Hokage's office doors exploded open—chakra flaring, wood splintering.
Tsunade didn't flinch.
She sat behind her desk, robes parted at the chest, one leg crossed over the other, sipping from a sake cup as her golden eyes flicked up.
There, framed by the ruined doorway, stood them all.
Sakura. Hinata. Ino. Temari. Sasuko. Itachika. Kagami.And dragging between them—shirt half-removed, pants unbuttoned, face red with confusion and fear—was Naruto.
"W-What's going on—?" he stammered.
Ino grabbed his face and kissed him hard. "Shut up, loverboy."
Tsunade arched a brow.
"Well," she said, setting the cup down. "This is bold."
Sakura stepped forward, chakra humming in her palm. "You wanted control. We're showing you how we take it."
Hinata gently pushed Naruto into the chair in front of the Hokage's desk. "He doesn't belong to the village, Tsunade-sama. He belongs to us."
Temari straddled his lap next, her skirt riding up as she grinded down onto his crotch. "And you're going to watch."
Tsunade leaned back. "You're serious."
"Deadly," Kagami purred, already undoing Naruto's belt.
Sasuko dropped to her knees, Sharingan active, eyes blazing. "He's going to cum in front of you. Again. And again. And again."
Tsunade's breath hitched—but she didn't stop them.
Not yet.
Then it began.
Naruto gasped as Ino's tongue invaded his mouth while Temari kissed down his throat. Kagami freed his cock, already half-hard, stroking him with practiced, lazy confidence.
"Still sensitive from Shion?" she whispered. "Too bad."
Hinata suckled his nipple gently, hands sliding up his chest, face flushed with love and need.
Sasuko took the head of his cock into her mouth—no warning, no teasing—her lips stretching around him as she bobbed fast and deep.
"G-Gods—" Naruto groaned.
Behind the desk, Tsunade's legs pressed together. Her jaw clenched.
She was wet.
Watching them.
Watching her man fall apart beneath hungry lips and hands and moans.
Itachika joined next, licking up Naruto's neck, whispering darkly into his ear:
"You made us want you. Now we'll ruin you."
She straddled his thigh, rubbing herself shamelessly against him, gasping as her inner heat soaked through her panties.
Sakura leaned over the desk, planting her palms flat.
"Still want to restrict access?" she snapped at Tsunade. "Still think we're gonna wait for permission?"
Tsunade said nothing.
But her robe had slipped down one shoulder. Her fingers curled on the armrest. Her pupils were dilated.
And her thighs were visibly shaking.
Naruto came hard—explosively—Sasuko swallowing with practiced, possessive hunger. The others moaned, touching themselves, breathing him in like incense.
But they didn't stop.
Ino climbed into his lap next, lining herself up, and with a lewd squelch, she sat down on him, screaming as he stretched her wide.
"Yes—yes—he's still perfect—fuck—!"
Tsunade stood slowly.
The air trembled.
Chakra crackled.
The room glowed with tension.
All eyes turned to her.
Would she fight?
Would she try to stop them?
Tsunade walked around the desk, towering above them all.
Naruto looked up, panting.
And then she said two words:
"Move over."