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Chapter 96 - Chapter 96: The Pact of Seed and Soul

The scroll lay across the ceremonial table in the center of the Harem Seal House.

Its parchment shimmered faintly with chakra ink, the border marked by seven distinct strokes — one for each woman Naruto had loved with more than just his cock.

And at the center?

His signature.

Written in blood.

"*Naruto Uzumaki's seed, chakra, and legacy are not assets of Konoha, nor property of any nation.

They belong to himself, and are shared only through willful union with the following signatories…*"

"...His harem."

The room was quiet.

Each woman approached the scroll one by one.

And signed.

Hinata, hand trembling, signed with a palm-print just above the line marked First Womb.

Sasuko, firm but quiet, signed next to a seal that glowed faintly red — Blood-Bonded Blade.

Ino kissed the parchment before adding her name, chakra-flourish curling the "o" — Heart's Thread.

Sakura, with quiet tears and a knowing smile, signed over the line: Soul-Mender.

Tsunade etched her name into the page using nothing but chakra from her fingertip, marked: Guardian of Will.

Even Karin, returned from her post for the ceremony, added hers last — Crimson Link.

And when the final name was written, Naruto stood, robe sliding off his shoulders, cock already hard, eyes heavy with purpose.

"I won't be stolen again," he said quietly.

"I give myself to you… because I choose to."

They surrounded him.

Not like predators.

But like vows.

They undressed together — no teasing, no performance.

Just skin.

Heat.

Want.

They laid him down in the center of the scroll-circle, warm chakra pulsing beneath his back.

And Hinata mounted him first.

Not to breed.

Not to dominate.

To seal the pact.

She rode him slow.

Eyes locked on his.

Hands on his heart.

And as he came inside her — softly, gasping, whispering her name — the scroll beneath them flared with light, sealing chakra around the circle.

Then Sakura slid down his chest.

Kissed his lips.

And took him in next, her pussy welcoming his still-throbbing cock with reverence.

"You're not a tool," she whispered. "You're our choice."

One by one, they followed.

Riding.

Whispering.

Crying.

Coming.

Loving.

And when it was over, Naruto lay in the middle of the scroll.

Marked by lips.

Drained of seed.

But full of power.

Because this time?

He wasn't used.

He was trusted.

And outside the Seal House…

Another Iwa kunoichi approached.

Cloaked in seduction.

Trained in chakra theft.

Prepared to steal his legacy.

But she didn't know:

The Circle would not let her touch him.

Not without burning.

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