The room was silent.
Candles flickered around the carved seal in the floor — a five-pointed lotus drawn in chakra-script, with a collar-shaped circle at its heart.
At its center knelt Mikura, naked, blindfolded, arms tied behind her back with Ino's chakra-silk thread.
She was breathing hard already.
Not from fear.
But from need.
Naruto sat on a cushioned dais, wrapped in silk robes, cock already twitching under the fold.
Tsunade stood beside him, hands behind her back.
"Tonight," she said, voice calm and cool, "you don't fuck Naruto. You don't touch him. You don't ride him."
She stepped forward.
"You prove to us… that you're worthy of being part of what he is."
Phase One: The Gaze of Sasuko
Mikura's blindfold was pulled away.
And there stood Sasuko — arms crossed, pussy glistening, her Sharingan spinning softly.
"You're going to hold eye contact with me," she said, stepping forward, pressing her slick folds to Mikura's mouth, "and not break it… even when you cum."
She began to grind.
Wet.
Soft.
Suffocating.
Mikura moaned into her, eyes wide, locked.
When Sasuko came — trembling — Mikura never looked away.
She passed.
Phase Two: Sakura's Edge
Sakura laid Mikura down on her back, tied her thighs open with chakra-thread, and spent thirty minutes licking and fingering her to the edge.
Never finishing her.
Mikura writhed.
Cried.
Begged.
"Please! I'll do anything—!"
"Then say it," Sakura whispered. "Say whose cock you worship."
Mikura gasped, sobbing.
"N-Naruto's…"
Louder.
"NARUTO'S COCK—PLEASE—"
Denied.
But passed.
Phase Three: Ino's Command
Ino pressed her thumb to Mikura's clit, voice low.
"You don't cum unless he tells you."
She applied chakra pulses — tiny bursts of pleasure that sent Mikura spasming.
Mikura looked at Naruto, panting.
"P-please… please say it… I need to—!"
Naruto stood.
Walked over.
Whispered into her ear:
"Not yet."
Mikura came anyway.
And Ino smirked.
"You failed. Start over."
She did.
Four times.
Until Naruto finally whispered:
"Now."
And Mikura came screaming, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Phase Four: Hinata's Mercy
Hinata crawled over and held Mikura in her lap, stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks.
"You're not the enemy," she whispered.
"You're the girl who didn't know what love tasted like until he touched you."
And for the first time…
Mikura cried not from lust.
But from hope.
Phase Five: The Final Choice
Tsunade stood over her.
Hands on hips.
"You've been licked, denied, used, held."
"Now…"
She motioned to Naruto.
"Ask him for your final reward."
Mikura crawled to him, naked, trembling, soaked.
She bowed her head to his lap.
And whispered:
"Breed me… not because I stole it… but because I'd carry it proudly."
Naruto's robe opened.
His cock rose.
And this time…
She earned it.