Midnight.
The mist wrapped the Seal House like a sleeping dragon.
Inside, Naruto lay asleep, his hand on Hinata's belly, his body still faintly pulsing with chakra from the Pact Ritual.
The scroll circle glowed softly under his bed — a seal of claim, protection, and invitation… but only for those bound by name.
And tonight?
One who wasn't named entered the house.
She moved like a whisper.
Mikura, elite kunoichi of Iwa.
Trained in chakra-seduction.
Able to sync her heartbeat to a man's arousal.
Naked beneath her travel cloak.
Her lips slick with powdered aphrodisiac.
Her mission:
Steal the fox's seed.Slip into him while he sleeps.Conceive before morning.
She stepped into Naruto's room.
Saw him lying there.
Hard even in sleep.
She smiled.
Whispered, "Got you, fox."
Then stepped one foot across the glowing seal.
The air screamed.
A pulse of chakra surged through the room.
And five figures flashed in.
Sasuko's blade at her throat.Ino's hand glowing with binding jutsu.Tsunade's voice like thunder:"You entered uninvited."
Mikura blinked.
"N-no, I was just—!"
Sakura grabbed her by the hair, yanked her robe open.
No weapons. No chakra suppressors.
Just slick thighs and a dripping, greedy pussy.
"You were about to steal from him."
Naruto woke.
Saw her held down, exposed, surrounded.
He stood, slowly.
His cock already hard.
And stepped into the circle.
"Mikura," he said calmly, "do you want my seed?"
She trembled. "Yes."
His eyes burned.
"Then earn it."
Sasuko bound her hands.Ino forced her to her knees.Sakura whispered, "We'll show you how a real harem trains a thief."
They didn't fuck her right away.
They used her.Ino rode her face.Tsunade fingered her until she screamed.Sasuko slapped her ass with chakra-enhanced strikes.
They broke her not with violence, but with overwhelming pleasure.
Naruto stood above her, cock twitching, untouched.
"You'll only get this," he said, "when you say please."
She whimpered.
Then moaned.
Then begged.
"Please… Naruto-sama… fill me… like you filled them…"
Only then did he step forward.
Grabbed her hips.
And thrust in hard.
One long, deep fuck.
Her pussy milking him, worshipping him, needing him.
And when he came — hot, deep, claiming — the circle flared, branding her womb not with Iwa's crest…
…but with his mark.
She collapsed.
Used.
Changed.
And the harem?
They smiled.
Because she was no longer a thief.
She was his.