Chapter 12: The Power of Dual Cultivation
The scene inside the room has not yet ended.
Naruto’s huge dragon rod was still buried deep inside Kurenai’s pussy, each thrust still pounding wildly from the supine position. The plump buttocks were pushed up and down repeatedly, each impact causing a stream of semen to flow along the crack of her buttocks, dripping onto the floor.
Kurenai moaned, panting, her eyes wet with tears as if they were burning. Her arms hugged his neck tightly, her long legs wrapped tightly around his hips, her body limp as if all the strength had been drained.
But then…
“Boom!”
A slight noise came from outside the window.
Naruto raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced over — only to see that Asuma’s body tremble, then fall backwards, unconscious as if struck by lightning. His eyes were wide open, his mouth still wide open as if he wanted to scream one last time: “Nooooooo…!”
“…”
Naruto frowned.
“I give up.”
He shook his head slightly, pulling the dragon pillar out of Kurenai’s body with a sloppy “slurp”. The secret hole was stretched to the point of being limp, and as soon as it was pulled out, a stream of thick white semen gushed out, shooting out in jets like condensed milk.
“While I was in the mood, that loser fainted?”
Naruto looked at Kurenai — she was still panting, her eyes were hazy, her body was flushed, and her groin was filled with semen. Her face was dazed, and she was moaning softly as if she was still waiting to be penetrated again.
But he was now… a bit disappointed.
“Then let’s fuck a few more times to relieve stress.”
He flipped her face down, raised her ass high, then thrust his dragon rod in from behind. Each thrust was as deep as breaking rock, forcing semen to flow out, staining her two white thighs.
“Um… um… aa… aaaaa…!”
Kurenai’s uterus was once again filled with blood, her whole body convulsed, and finally she fell into a deep sleep, her butt still trembling slightly, the edges of her hole still dripping nonstop.
Naruto sighed, his eyes helpless.
“It’s a bother to leave her here now…”
He wrapped the blanket around Kurenai’s naked body, put his own clothes back on, and walked out as if nothing had happened. He went to where Asuma lay and snapped his fingers.
“If you can’t stay awake, take it away.”
In a flash, a patrolling Anbu group appeared. Seeing Asuma lying unconscious, the entire team immediately rushed over, their eyes filled with tension.
“Team 10 Leader?!”
“Fainted in a state with no abnormal chakra fluctuations… no apparent injuries.”
Naruto stood with his arms crossed and calmly opened his mouth:
“Probably… a little emotional. Psychological problem.”
The Anbu looked at each other and saw that there was indeed no blood on his skin, only Asuma’s eyes were wide open and white, his lips trembling as if he had seen a ghost. They did not dare to ask more, immediately carried Asuma away, and did not forget to send an urgent report to the Hokage Tower.
“Must call special medical for urgent neurological examination.”
Naruto stood beside him, his eyes cold, the corners of his mouth curved up sarcastically.
“Luckily… I haven’t let you see me fucking you yet.”
Having cleared the “obstacle”, Naruto leisurely returned to the apartment.
The room still reeked of semen, the heat of lovemaking not yet dissipated. He looked at Kurenai who was lying curled up in the blanket, her lips parted as she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed like a young girl in a dream.
He did not wake her.
Instead, he went straight home, carrying Hinata who was sleeping soundly, her arms still hugging the pillow like a kitten, her mouth still wet with saliva.
Naruto smirked:
“You must have a part too.”
He gently picked her up and brought her back to Kurenai’s apartment. He made a few chakra-blocking hand seals around the room, set up a soundproofing and entry-blocking formation.
“If you play a lot, you have to know how to stay safe.”
The room is now private, quiet, and peaceful.
Naruto placed Hinata down next to Kurenai, two stunning beauties lying next to each other, one was an innocent young lady who had turned into a lustful woman, the other was a cold Jounin woman who had now been “tamed” into an obedient prostitute under his body.
He took off his clothes, lay between the two of them, his arms wrapped around, embracing both of their soft, fragrant, vibrant bodies, the scent of sex still lingering on their skin.
Eyes closed gently.
“Let’s go to sleep. We still have to practice tomorrow.”
…
The next day, in the hospital
Hiruzen stood solemnly before the hospital bed, his aged back silhouetted against the brightly lit wall of the room. His eyes were cold as ice as he looked at the pale face of Asuma, his son standing on the brink of invisible shock.
“Hey, are there any injuries?” Hiruzen’s voice was stern, leaving no room for vague answers.
The nurse beside the bed shook her head, her voice polite but firm: “No, completely normal. Heart rate is stable, no signs of nerve damage, chakras are still functioning properly.”
Hiruzen frowned and stepped closer, his voice rough as if rubbing against skin: “Speak quickly! What happened?”
Asuma just stood there, his eyes staring at nothing, the corners of his lips twitching—as if the images of last night were still swirling in his mind, a lingering illusion that wouldn’t go away. His silence stretched like a knife, cutting through every breath in the room.
Hiruzen was annoyed, he did not like meaningless silences. “In that case, call the Yamanaka team in!”
Hiruzen’s command was like a thunderbolt. Asuma was startled. Everything in his chest boiled: the thought of having his mind read, his memories stripped bare—the humiliation was unbearable. The image of his loved one being hurt, and himself being powerless, replayed in his mind over and over again, driving him mad.
Blinking, Asuma hastily stifled a scream of pride.
He immediately turned around, trying to regain his composure, his voice dry and rough: “It was Akatsuki who approached me at night… I was ambushed, luckily I escaped.”
“Akatsuki…” Hiruzen frowned, old names and threats flashing through his mind. “Send a report immediately, and invite the Nara clan to investigate. If it really is an ambush, we will trace it.”
Asuma let out a sigh of relief, but beneath his skin was a simmering rage. He closed his eyes, and dark images flooded back to him—not of Akatsuki, but of the blond man with the venomous smile, of the scene he had not forgotten: the woman he loved moaning in another’s arms, her face filled with pleasure he could not interfere with. Shame choked him, squeezing his heart.
“A revenge for stealing a wife. A grudge that cannot be reconciled,” Asuma thought, his blood boiling. The words suddenly came out hoarsely: “Naruto… I must kill you.”
It was not a rant, not an empty threat.
In that moment, all the humiliation turned into a cold blade. Asuma felt his body stiffen, a new will forming — not just to avenge the humiliation, but to make the other person pay at all costs.
Asuma’s heart was broken but cold. He nodded slightly at Hiruzen, smiling wryly: “I’m fine. I’ll report back later.”
The door to the room closed, and footsteps left, leaving the two men in their own worlds. Hiruzen sighed, his lips pressed together like stone. In a far corner, a plan began to form in his mind—how to comfort, protect, and avoid an internal crisis?
Asuma walked down the hallway, his steps carrying a cold resolve. He knew he could not confront someone now—not someone the village still considered a student, not when the truth could not be revealed. He would have to wait, to be patient, to sharpen himself into a sharp knife.
In his heart, the oath resounded like thunder: “Naruto… you will pay!”
…
On the training ground that morning.
The sunlight shone through the sparkling treetops, the grass swayed under each step of training. The atmosphere at first glance seemed normal… if Naruto hadn’t been practicing taijutsu while… groping Kurenai’s breasts in broad daylight.
Pop!
“Um… Naruto~ stop being so annoying…” – Kurenai’s voice was soft and whining, her face red but her eyes still sparkling, one hand unconsciously propping up his chest, as if to keep him from falling… but also to make it easier for him to… “squeeze more precisely.”
Clack…
That was the sound of Shino’s sunglasses sliding slightly down the bridge of her nose.
He stood still under the tree, carrying the box of bugs in his hand, his eyes behind his glasses fixedly watching the three people “practicing coordinated tactics”… or rather, Naruto was practicing squeezing, Kurenai was practicing endurance, and Hinata was standing to the side giggling like a cheerleader.
Shino’s heart softly rang out: “What the hell…?”
He squinted… trying to remember the past few days…
“It was obvious… it was obvious that just three days ago, Kurenai-san was slapping Naruto when he ‘accidentally’ touched his butt… Now what?? Now that hand is openly squeezing him in the middle of the yard! And she’s still… still smiling… giggling?!”
His eyes glanced over again… just in time to see Naruto from behind wrap his arms around Kurenai’s waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, his hand seemingly sliding across her plump breasts, lightly caressing them…
“Ugh…” – Kurenai trembled slightly – then smiled… like a girl in love.
Shino was stunned.
“…What the hell… is this…? Did… I miss some stage in the ‘team development process’??”
He was bewildered.
“Isn’t sensei… the instructor, and we’re the students…? Why does it now look like Naruto is the captain, Hinata is the first wife, and sensei… is the secret lover!?”
Shino turned his head to Hinata… only to see her smiling, chewing on mochi, her eyes shining as if she was watching her favorite play. Sometimes she even waved to cheer Naruto on whenever he… “squeezed” the right rhythm.
Shino: “I don’t understand anymore…”
He sighed softly.
“This team… is a bit out of sync…”
But right then, Naruto sent out ten clones, each one went to… pull weeds, set up a tombstone, chop wood, clean up trash, wipe dust, fix the roof, cook, and one even went to get mail from the post office!
Shino: “…”
He gently pushed his glasses back up his nose and nodded.
“Strong strength, fast mission completion speed. Beneficial for the whole team.”
“Love story… never mind. I’m going to find bugs…”
Then he quietly turned away, hugged the box of insects, and disappeared into the forest like a cold shadow named: ‘absolute level outsider’.
A moment later…
Naruto was not as mischievous as usual.
After a few times of teasing his two women by squeezing their breasts and stroking their butts, he finally let the two of them really focus on practicing properly.
After all, daytime was still the time for Ninja duty, he couldn’t let the two girls be so absorbed in the dragon pillar that they neglected their duties.
But it’s also difficult…
After being filled to the brim by him all night, Kurenai woke up this morning feeling as if she had been completely transformed. Even though she had no energy left after last night’s ordeal, just a night’s sleep was enough to make her whole body full of vitality, even stronger than before she was fucked.
At first she thought it was because she had enough rest, but when Naruto explained, her whole body trembled slightly in surprise.
“What? Absorbing your semen… can restore physical strength, increase vitality… even rejuvenate?”
Hinata stood beside him, smiling slightly, her wet lips glowing pink:
“Yes, I was the first to receive it, Kurenai-sensei. The more I receive… the stronger my body becomes, the more beautiful my appearance becomes ~ !”
Kurenai was both embarrassed and secretly excited. She glanced down at Naruto’s lower body, which was clearly bulging under his shirt, her cheeks flushed. She didn’t say it out loud, but honestly… she also wanted to be pinned down and fucked right here.
But her veteran Jounin mind kept her calm. She took a deep breath, forcing her mind back to reality—though her eyes couldn’t help but sneak a few glances down at his lower body.
Strength… is everything.
Kurenai understood the principles of Chakra very well. It was a combination of spirit and life energy — something that the more it was used, the more it drained the body.
Even she, despite being of high lineage in Konoha and having been taught the first-class chakra refining manuals, still had her limits when it came to advanced techniques. The more she refined them, the weaker her body became.
But Naruto was different. Dual cultivation with him not only helped her recover all her vitality, but also made the Chakra flow in her body stronger and purer than ever before.
Every time he shot, her womb was like a vessel absorbing the essence—her whole body trembled, but deep inside, Chakra surged like waves.
So, starting this morning, she began to change her training direction. No longer just focusing on illusions, she began to learn more about ninjutsu – something she had been afraid of because of its high consumption.
“With him by my side… I can practice anything.”
Not far away, Hinata was gently turning around, practicing a Hyuga family specialty — Eight Trigrams Heavenly Palm.
But unlike what Naruto had seen in his previous life, where Neji had to spin like a pinwheel, his eyes couldn’t keep up to create enough centrifugal force, Hinata was gentle and graceful, her hands spinning slowly, her feet not lifting too much off the ground, her skirt fluttering like a dancing fairy.
That is the difference between main family and branch family.
The main family has purer blood and stronger innate abilities. With her body strengthened through dual cultivation, Hinata can create an extremely strong Chakra barrier around her without even using all her strength, drawing a Bagua shape with the wind blowing through the grass.
Naruto stood behind and watched, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. He didn’t say anything, just silently evaluating every punch, every flow of air around them — his eyes saw every moving microcircuit in the two beauties’ bodies.