Mikura knelt.
Naked.
Hair damp from sweat, lips swollen from sucking chakra-drenched clit after clit.
Her thighs trembled from being edged twice by Ino and denied both times.
And in front of her?
Naruto.
Sitting back against a wall of pillows, relaxed, cock fully hard and soaked in harem love.
But not for her.
Not tonight.
She licked her lips.
"I let you cum inside me…"
Sasuko, nearby, smirked. "You stole it. That's not the same."
"I begged—"
"Too late," Sakura said, climbing into Naruto's lap and lining herself up.
Mikura's breath hitched.
"No… please—just let me—"
Naruto met her eyes.
Cold.
Still.
"If you want to stay," he said softly, "you watch. You learn. You ache."
Sakura sank down.
Slow.
Wet.
Her pussy took him in with a lewd, stretching sigh that made every girl in the room moan.
Mikura's hands clenched the floor.
She wanted to scream.
Naruto groaned beneath Sakura as she began to roll her hips, tight muscles rippling around his cock.
"Let me feel you," she whispered, grinding deeper, kissing his throat.
His hands cupped her hips.
His eyes never left Mikura.
"You'll sit there," he said, "and watch me breed the woman who earned me."
Mikura's pussy throbbed.
Her clit ached.
And still, she was untouched.
Sasuko smirked behind her. "Touch yourself, and you're out."
Hinata's voice was soft, but cutting. "You gave us no choice. Now we take yours."
Sakura rode harder.
Her moans filled the chamber.
Naruto's eyes fluttered closed.
And when he came — loud, full, deep inside Sakura — Mikura sobbed.
Because she had never seen a man look that loved.
After Sakura collapsed against him, smiling, Ino turned to Mikura.
"Do you still want this?"
Mikura, voice cracking, whispered:
"More than anything."
Tsunade stepped forward.
"Then next time… you don't take."
"You serve."