The clouds over Kumo swirled, thick with tension.
Thunder rolled in the distance—not from the sky, but from chakra pressure erupting across the trees.
At the edge of the Lightning border, six Konoha kunoichi stood in formation, cloaks fluttering, eyes glowing.
At the front stood Tsunade, bare-armed, tight battle top bursting at the seams, cleavage slick with sweat and chakra suppression seals etched on her neck.
She was smiling.
But it wasn't friendly.
"We're going in," she said.
Behind her:
Sakura, gloves off, fists glowing pink with violent chakra.
Ino, twirling a kunai on one finger, her hips swaying with impatience.
Hinata, Byakugan already active, scanning the terrain and blushing furiously.
Temari, gripping her folded fan, licking her lips as she muttered, "Whoever's riding him right now dies first."
And lounging atop the tree branch behind them—
Lady Jiraiya, fishnet-clad thighs wide, fingers lazily tracing her lips, eyes gleaming.
"Looks like our fox's cock has become international property."
Tsunade cracked her knuckles.
"Time to remind them whose flag it flies under."
Meanwhile – Inside Kumo
Naruto was still on his back.
His cock glistened with a fresh layer of cum, twitching between sessions. Around him, the three Kumo kunoichi were mid-argument—still naked, still soaked, still riding the high of draining him round after round.
"My turn," the tattooed one snapped. "You already came twice!"
"You didn't milk him properly," the red-eyed girl hissed, crawling toward Naruto's waist again. "He's still hard. He wants me."
The white-haired leader straddled his chest again. "He belongs to Kumo. He belongs to me."
Naruto blinked blearily.
"I… I belong to ramen…"
But the tent flap snapped open.
A violent gust of wind blew through the space.
And standing there, shadowed in the light, were six women from Konoha.
Each radiating sex, power, and barely contained murder-lust.
Tsunade stepped inside.
Her eyes scanned the room.
Took in Naruto—naked, used, still hard.
Took in the Kumo kunoichi—dripping, flushed, claiming him with their bodies.
Then she spoke:
"Step away from my cock."
The room went silent.
Ino smirked. "You heard her."
Sakura cracked her knuckles. "He needs recovery time, not more leeching."
Hinata stepped forward, cheeks red, voice deadly sweet.
"Please… get off my Naruto-kun."
The white-haired Kumo kunoichi didn't move.
"He was sent here to serve diplomatic interests. And he's doing very well."
Lady Jiraiya chuckled behind them. "Girl, you've ridden him like a chakra battery."
Tsunade's chakra flared—violent and golden, rippling the air.
"That was your last stroke."