The walls of the Hokage's office pulsed with chakra and lust.
Naruto lay slack in the chair—inside Tsunade still, her thick hips slowly grinding to coax more cum from his spent cock. Around them, his harem writhed like a living tide of feminine hunger.
Sakura straddled his thigh, humping it shamelessly.
Kagami sat on his face, thighs trembling, fingers gripping his hair as he devoured her with desperate licks.
Hinata gently stroked his hand while sucking his fingers, eyes shining with wet, adoring heat.
Ino kissed Sasuko, both fingering themselves in sync while watching Tsunade ride Naruto like a goddess reclaiming her throne.
Temari bent over the desk, two fingers deep in her pussy, moaning, "I want it next—I want that cock stretching me open—"
Tsunade smirked, bouncing harder.
"You'll have to earn it."
Then—
The window shattered.
Again.
This time no one flinched.
Because striding through the broken glass like a goddess of war and sin… was Lady Jiraiya.
Her silver hair was loose. Her fishnets clung to every curve. She stood tall, eyes burning with heat and hunger—and, as usual, a faint drip of blood from one nostril.
She licked it away slowly.
"Holy shit," she whispered. "I left for ten minutes."
Hinata gasped. "L-Lady Jiraiya—"
"Call me J," the sage purred, already stripping. "And since nobody told me there was an all-you-can-fuck buffet happening in here…"
She dropped her top. Her breasts spilled free—full, round, flushed with chakra heat.
"…I'm joining."
She moved fast.
Jiraiya grabbed Ino by the hair and kissed her deeply, tongue exploring her mouth like she owned it. Then she dropped to her knees in front of Sasuko and dove in—tongue flicking expertly across Sasuko's clit as the Uchiha girl screamed.
"Oh my—*FUCK—*what the hell—where did you learn—?!"
"Mount Myoboku," J said between licks. "Toads teach technique."
Temari bent over next to Sasuko, legs trembling. "Me too—next—fuck—lick me—"
Jiraiya grinned.
"I'll eat until my face goes numb."
Meanwhile, Tsunade was close again.
She pounded herself down on Naruto, breasts bouncing, eyes wild.
"He's not done yet," she growled. "He'll never be done."
Her pussy clenched.
Naruto moaned.
Another explosive orgasm—cum flooding her again, leaking around his shaft as she came with him, body shaking.
Kagami slid off his face, panting.
"Next."
She mounted him instantly, impaling herself in one slick thrust.
"FUCK—STILL HARD—?!"
Naruto's eyes were barely open.
But his body obeyed.
He thrust into Kagami as if he had chakra to spare.
The kunoichi circled him, taking turns.
Moaning.
Kissing.
Touching each other.
Jiraiya fingered Ino from behind while Hinata sucked on her tits.
Temari sat on Sasuko's face.
Sakura rode his other thigh, desperate to cum from just the friction.
It was chaos.
It was sacred.
And when Naruto came again—deep inside Kagami—every girl moaned like it was their orgasm.
Hours passed.
The desk was broken.
The windows were blown out.
The walls dripped with chakra and slick.
Naruto lay in the center—limp, twitching, cock soft at last, thoroughly emptied.
Tsunade kissed his forehead and whispered, "You survived."
Jiraiya sat beside her, bruised, smiling, sweat-soaked. "Barely. I think my pussy chakra's dehydrated."
Hinata curled into Naruto's side. "He's ours now. All of ours."
The others nodded.
And no one—not even the Hokage—would argue.