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Chapter 34 - Cutest girl

“That’s not fair,” I said, leaning a little closer, lowering my voice like we were conspiring. “They don’t clean up after me. I’m very tidy. Mostly they just… scold me for how I live. Which I think you’d be excellent at, by the way.”

“Scolding is not among my core responsibilities,” she shot back s...

Chapter 33 - The Empty Swing

The sun hadn’t started bleeding into sunset yet, but the warmth had that thick, late-afternoon weight. The clouds slide over Konoha’s skyline, lazy and slow, like they have time to waste.

I realized my feet were dragging toward the Academy when I was halfway there.

It was maybe an hour until classes ended, fou...

Chapter 32 - Confrontation III

SAKURA HARUNO

"What did I tell you about insulting your mother?"

She blinked.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came.

Nobody had ever slapped her before. Not even in sparring lessons, not even in her worst academy failures. Her father had never even raised more than a sigh at her ...

Chapter 31 - Confrontation II

SAKURA HARUNO

Her mouth hung open.

But the words had died somewhere behind her tongue, caught between disbelief and the hum in her ears. That sting bloomed brighter now, burning across her cheek in a warm, pulsing echo.

Did he just…?

She looked at him. Not anger, not even tears. Just...

Chapter 30 - Confrontation

SAKURA HARUNO

The discussion moved forward without her.

Geography. Logistics. Mercenary patterns in the Land of Waves. Something about old bridges and subtle terrain traps.

Sakura heard none of it.

Or, no—she heard it. She technically registered the sounds. But none of them ...

Chapter 29 - The Heat in the Freeze

SAKURA HARUNO

Sakura gripped her glass of water so hard, her knuckles turned bloodless white. The condensation ran down her fingers like sweat. She barely noticed. Her gloves creaked in protest under her grip, a tiny sound, easily missed... but her jaw didn't miss a thing. It clenched so tight she thoug...

Chapter 28 - The Quiet Before

This was so... strange.

Not the kind of strange that sets off alarms. The quieter kind. The kind you notice in the pit of your stomach before your brain catches on. Something about all this didn’t sit right, and I couldn’t put it down to nerves or paranoia.

This mission hadn’t even started, and I already kne...

Chapter 27 - Responsibility

Not much work had been done that day.

Again — Shiho’s fault. Of course.

They always acted surprised afterward. But the second their brain caught back up with their body, reality always came crashing down.

And Shiho…..

What a predictable little panic it was — knees trembling, thighs clamped shut...

Chapter 26 - Shiho II

Her cunt was soaking — already pulling at my finger in greedy, involuntary pulses—but I didn’t speed up.

Not yet.

I gave her slow, deliberate strokes that barely moved in and out. Just enough friction to keep her nerves raw. To keep her chasing.

I knew her better than I knew Anko.

Better than she...

Chapter 25 - Shiho

“P-proof?” Shiho repeated, voice tight and rising from somewhere between panic and secret thrill. Her breath caught, high in her chest. She blinked, wide-eyed and cutely overwhelmed.

“Mhm.” I moved my thumb to the middle of her lower lip. “Show me.”

She blinked once. Then twice.

"...Show you?" He...

Chapter 24 - The Fawn and the Predator

Shiho stood there, frozen in the aisle between stacks of forgotten jutsu theory and dusty clan registries. Her fingers still clenched the scroll like a shield, but the pages had wrinkled under her grip.

I hadn’t taken my hand away. My palm stayed perfectly still against that heated strip of fabric between her thighs, ...

Chapter 23 - Hidden gem

Shiho had always been easy to rile up. Too easy, really.

That was one of her fun parts.

I’d known her since we were fresh in the Academy, her perpetually bright cheerfulness making her about as subtle as a kunai to the eye. Back then, I hadn't been able to resist testing how quickly her good humor could spiral i...

Chapter 22 - In plain sight

Right at the heart of the village, Konoha Library sat like an afterthought between a tea shop and a weaponsmith — broad wooden doors, unassuming sign, the kind of place civilians walked past without a second glance. Open, quiet, and accessible to anyone.

No guards, no chakra seals at the doors, nothing that screamed i...

Chapter 21 - Procrastinated project

It was already a couple of hours past lunch by the time I stepped out of the Haruno household. I hadn't planned to stay that long, but Mebuki had a way of dragging things out—literally and figuratively. I’d only meant to check in, warm her up a little. Instead, I ended up balls-deep in the woman.

Still, my mind wasn...

Chapter 20 - Secret in the drawer

SAKURA HARUNO

The sun rose sooner that day. Light filtered through her bedroom window, soft and golden, warming her skin where she lay stiff in bed.

The world outside her window carried on as usual. Birds chirped. The village stirred. Somewhere in the distance, someone called out about fresh produ...

Chapter 19 - Mebuki Haruno IV

Mebuki let out a long, shuddering moan, the kind that started deep in her chest and spilled out in a trembling exhale. It was raw and drawn out.

Her fingers dug deeper into the plush flesh of her asscheeks, spreading herself wider, inviting more. Of course, she would. Not just to please me, but because she need...

Chapter 18 - Mebuki Haruno III

Mebuki's climax hit her like a sudden storm — her back arched sharply, her long, untrained legs locking around nothing as her inner walls fluttered around my fingers. It wasn't the controlled, vice-like clench of a kunoichi's body, just the raw, unfiltered spasms of a civilian woman who hadn't been touched properly in too l...

Chapter 17 - Mebuki Haruno II

We reached her home—a modest, two-story house tucked within one of Konoha’s quieter districts. Civilian quarters. No grand compounds, no sprawling estates like the clans had. Just simple, practical homes lined neatly along the streets, built for families that lived off steady, average incomes.

The Haruno house was n...

Chapter 16 - Mebuki Haruno

Of course, as the ever-dutiful and kind gentleman, I offered to help carry her groceries home.

Mebuki was almost comical in her predictability.Putting on a theatrical little show of reluctance first before eagerly accepting, her laughter suddenly too loud, too pleased, as if my simple offer affirmed some long-held fanta...

Chapter 15 - Mothers first

I smiled, all practiced charm, teeth flashing just enough to make it look effortless. A middle-aged woman clinging to her attitude like it was the last thing keeping her young.

She was so easy to read.

"Miss," I said, smooth as poured sake, leaning into the word just enough to underline it. "Are you alright?"

Chapter 14 - Spirit with unfinished business

One of the things that had me most fascinated in this world — even before my reincarnation — was fūinjutsu.

I couldn’t really explain why. Maybe it was the influence of other fantasy works I’d consumed in my past life. Maybe it was just something about the idea — that ink on paper could defy physics....

Chapter 13 - Was it worth it?

I hate waiting. I wasn’t particularly an impatient man, but I fucking hate waiting. Waiting was killing me. Not knowing was killing me. My guts twisted and my palms were getting sweaty.

The chair creaked under me as I shifted, fingers drumming against my thigh. The Hokage’s waiting room was too clean and too quiet. ...

Chapter 12 - The Root's depth

DANZO SHIMURA

Hiruzen was weak. Danzō had long known this.

It was not a weakness of skill—Hiruzen had once been the strongest among them, the Professor, the God of Shinobi. Strength of arms, however, meant little when a man lacked the resolve to wield it. Hiruzen hesitated where he should have ...

Chapter 11 - A morning together II

Cooking was the mandatory skill for every cliché reincarnated protagonist.

Now, while I was pretty sure I was too much of a shitty person to be anyone’s protagonist, I still liked to maximize my chances.

Besides, I was an orphan in this life and a broke loner in the last. Not much of a choice,...