Chapter 28: The Week Before the Competition
The early morning sunlight filtered through the tree canopy in the Hyuga clan’s backyard, casting soft golden rays onto the velvety white sand.
The sound of the wind blowing gently shook the bamboo curtains in the wooden corridor, accompanied by the sharp sounds of fists ringing out regularly.
In the middle of the field — Hinata Hyuga, her blue-black hair tied up high, wearing a tight-fitting martial arts uniform, her full breasts shaking slightly with each movement, was swinging her arms and slashing the air.
“Eight Trigrams Mountain Breaking Fist – Fourth Form!”
“Boom!!”
A deep explosion rang out—the stone slab opposite her shattered into dust, leaving behind a clear octagonal palm force circle.
Sweat was dripping down her forehead, but Bach Nhan’s silvery white eyes were now shining brightly like crystal, her demeanor completely unlike that of a timid young lady from before.
“Naruto-sama…” – she whispered softly, her eyes shining with admiration and infatuation.
Every night being “filled”, each wave of semen erupting in the uterus — not only makes her feel like she is melting from pleasure, but also stimulates the potential of her blood vessels, helping her to break through continuously.
At this time, Hinata had already practiced the Eight Trigrams Empty Palm, along with the Mountain Breaking Fist, which even the family head Hiashi had never been able to perform perfectly.
On the other side of the stone corridor, Haku — a beautiful woman with long, icy hair, a graceful figure, and a face so beautiful that both men and women were stunned — was standing in the middle of a hazy circle of ice.
Before her were 12 ice swords floating in the air, each blade cold as if it had a soul, emitting a ringing sound as if it were coming from the heart of a thousand year old ice mountain.
“ICE MAKER — Hammer Wind Sword Formation!”
Haku waved his hand slightly.
12 ice swords immediately flew out, swirling into a formation, knocking down 6 heavy wooden stakes placed around the training dummy in just one second.
The ice smoke obscured the corner of the yard, then dissipated, revealing her quiet, sparkling eyes.
“Thank you… Naruto…” – she whispered, her hand gently placed on her lower abdomen which still had the warm aftertaste of last night’s “full pumping”.
Every time he shot into her, her ice chakra grew another level. Naruto filled not only her body, but also her ideas and knowledge.
From the Ice Maker type he mentioned—Haku transformed it into his own, a mix of softness and cold cruelty.
In the distance, where the shade of a tree covered a corner of the corridor—Kurenai, in a tight-fitting ninja armor that accentuated her slim waist and round butt, was performing various escape-type ninjutsu one after another.
“Water Release — Cold Star Break!”
“Fire Release — Blazing Flame Blast!”
“Wind Style — Wind Sand Slash!”
In just a few seconds — three mid-level ninjutsu systems were executed seamlessly by her, without the need for lengthy hand seals, the chakra flowing smoothly like a spring stream down her soft spine.
A few months ago, Kurenai was still a ninja specializing in Genjutsu—not even strong enough to fully activate Fire Release.
And now?
Just one night of lying on her back, spreading her legs, letting his dragon stick penetrate to the bottom of her uterus, letting each stream of hot semen flow in… is enough to stimulate the meridians to increase chakra levels, practice the basic five elements, and even…
“Fire Release — Heavenly Fire Chain!”
A series of fireballs exploded over the field target.
Kurenai lowered her hand, breathing lightly, her chest rising and falling in her light armor, her eyes sparkling with red light from the fire release that had not yet been extinguished.
“You’re right… every time he goes deep into my cervix… I get stronger by one level…” – she thought, her cheeks flushed, her legs still shaking slightly as she remembered last night’s “exercise”.
…
…
In the cozy kitchen of a house inside the Hyuga clan’s main compound, the scent of seaweed soup and miso soup wafted in, mixed with the aroma of freshly cooked rice—an atmosphere that any man would call… family happiness.
Miyuki Hyuga—the most capable woman among the clan’s women, today like any other—was preparing breakfast for her husband, a mid-level Hyuga ninja.
Just one difference…
Today, she wore only an apron.
No underwear. No undershirt. No pants. Just a thin sheet covering her chest and lower body, revealing her smooth bare back, revealing her white buttocks that swayed gently every time she turned around.
“Do you want seaweed soup first or egg rolls?” she asked gently, her voice soft and warm as usual.
The husband—the Hyuga ninja—sat at the dining table, trying to keep a calm expression.
But he couldn’t.
Right behind his wife, there was another man—Naruto—standing close, his arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist, his upper body bare, his muscles rippling, and his lower body… deeply thrusting his dragon rod into his wife.
“Slurp… slurp… slurp… slurp…”
Every sound that came from Naruto and Miyuki’s intercourse made his heart burn.
Miyuki paused slightly, her hand holding the chopsticks to pick up a piece of fried egg, but her fingers were shaking slightly. She bit her lower lip, her face flushed, sweat beading on her forehead. But her voice remained gentle:
“You eat… first… the soup is still hot…”
The husband tried to nod, trying not to notice the sight of Naruto slowly thrusting his hips from behind his wife, his hot dragon bone-like penis deeply embedded in Miyuki’s womb.
Naruto bent down, close to Miyuki’s ear, his breath burning hot:
“So tight… inside her she was still contracting like a woman who had just been fucked for the first time…”
“Um… Naruto… don’t say that… in front of my husband…” – Miyuki whispered, her voice moaning but weak.
Naruto laughed, then thrust his hips once — “smack!” — causing the dragon pillar to penetrate strongly inside, hitting a sensitive spot that made Miyuki’s whole body convulse, the chopsticks in her hand falling to the floor.
“Ah…!! Mmm… aaahh…!!” – she threw her head back and moaned softly, her breasts bouncing in the thin apron, her nipples clearly exposed, red and stiff from stimulation.
The husband heard everything. Saw everything.
But can only sit in silence.
Because he knew — if he dared to react, he would die. He had witnessed the person who resisted Naruto being sent flying through the roof, and then his wife offering herself up to be “strengthened” to atone for her husband’s sins.
Miyuki’s knees buckled slightly as Naruto pounded a few more times, the slurping sounds echoing in the kitchen like a lewd orchestra, lasting forever.
Naruto smiled faintly:
“Your wife… is truly a precious Hyuga jewel. Yet all these years… you have only known how to hold her hand and sleep?”
He pounded again deeply, his hands squeezing her ass tightly:
“And I… am fertilizing each drop of semen into the bottom of your uterus. To make you… stronger day by day.”
Miyuki gripped the kitchen counter tightly, her body trembling, her vaginal fluid flowing, her eyes blurred with pleasure, then she moaned softly:
“Mm… aa… Naruto… shoot… shoot inside me… I want more…”
Naruto chuckled, then…
“Okay — let me ‘strengthen’ you one more time…”
He pressed her against the kitchen counter, thrust his penis straight in, then…
“Slap!!”
“Groan!! Groan!! Groan!!”
Hot semen shot out like a waterfall, pumping straight into Miyuki’s open womb to receive it, her belly bulged slightly, her whole body trembling from being filled once again.
“AAhh… aaah… so much… Naruto… I’m full… I love you…”
The husband… could only bow his head.
Silent.
Just as Miyuki moaned one last time, Naruto pulled out his dragon rod, a stream of white semen gushed out of her pussy, dripping onto the wooden floor right next to her husband’s feet.
The smell of seaweed soup… was completely overwhelmed by the smell of semen and sweat of a woman who had just been fucked to orgasm.
Naruto turned to look at the husband:
“Keep my breakfast warm, and eat my dinner tonight!”
“I have a few other beauties to ‘enhance’ today.”
He patted Miyuki’s butt and left, leaving her collapsed on the kitchen table, eyes dazed, mouth in a passionate smile, and between her thighs — semen still flowing in streams from her overflowing uterus.
…
The morning passed slowly in Konoha—groups of ninja from different villages were entering the village through the main gate, flags fluttering in the wind, and chatter filled the streets.
Naruto, now clean after the Hyuga clan “strengthening”, wore a long black cloak, hands clasped behind his back, leisurely walking through the street like a tourist.
Every step he took, every girl on the street stole a glance.
Not only because he was insanely handsome, but also because of his tall, muscular body, the mature male scent that he exuded made the inexperienced girls’ stomachs drop, and the experienced women shiver between their legs.
But…
Before I could walk two blocks, from afar came chaotic shouting, followed by a familiar scream:
“Let me go! I’m the Hokage’s grandchild!!”
Naruto narrowed his eyes.
“Konohamaru?”
He walked faster, the noise getting louder and louder, until he turned the main street, the scene that appeared before his eyes made him smile faintly.
This scene again…
Once again, little Konohamaru was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and dragged around like a puppy.
This time, it wasn’t a Konoha ninja who grabbed him—it was Kankuro, the puppeteer of Sunagakure, holding the control strings in his hand, his mask hanging behind his back, his mouth smirking provocatively.
Behind him stood Temari, a blonde beauty in a tight-fitting desert ninja outfit, a large fan in her hand. And at the very end, Gaara — standing still as a statue, his eyes like a lake of dead sand, staring intently at the opposing team.
Team 7 was also present.
Sasuke clenched his fists, Sharingan flashing in his eyes.
Sakura stood in front of Konohamaru, looking angry.
Kiba… as always, aggressive but his hands were shaking slightly.
The atmosphere was tense.
And just then…
“Cop…”
The sound of shoes echoed.
Naruto walked in.
The whole street… suddenly became silent.
As soon as he saw him, Gaara’s whole body shook, his eyes contracted, then — he took a step back.
Just. One. Step.
But… it was enough to make Temari and Kankuro’s eyes widen.
“Gaara retreats…?!”
Kankuro’s jaw dropped open—in all these years, no one had ever made Gaara take a step back, no one had ever made him guard himself before a fight.
Temari glared at the man before her—a muscular body like a bronze statue, messy blond hair like a wild beast just awakened, blue eyes as deep as a chakra abyss, and an aura… like a divine being lost in the mortal world.
“Who… is that…?” she whispered.
“Their teacher…?”
As for Team 7, their reaction was even more… intense.
As soon as they saw Naruto, both Sakura and Sasuke froze.
Kiba was startled like a puppy seeing a tiger, stammering:
“H-he…”
After the mission in Wave Village, Naruto was no longer in the same “class” as them.
He is a nightmare.
Using bare hands to wield steel, killing a shinobi in three seconds, capturing Zabuza like catching a chicken, carrying Haku back to team 8, that power… even Kakashi-sensei once admitted he couldn’t handle it.
“He is no longer human…” – Kiba thought, goosebumps rising all over his body.
Naruto stopped — right in front of Gaara.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing his cloak to flutter like a general’s flag.
No one dared to speak up.
No one dared to move.
Until Naruto tilted his head slightly, his indifferent eyes swept over Gaara once, then softly asked:
“You are from the sand village?”
His voice was low and deep, as if it echoed from deep underground to the listener’s neck.
Gaara swallowed. Sweat beaded on his temples. This guy was… dangerous.
Extremely dangerous.
The chakra within Naruto was like a sleeping dragon—but every breath, every glance, seemed to suffocate the air, sending chills down the sandman’s spine.
Naruto glanced at Kankuro—who was still holding Konohamaru by the neck.
“You…”
“Let go.”
Just one word.
“Crack!”
Kankuro immediately let go as if bitten by a snake, his face pale. He didn’t understand why — but that look just now…
As if if he didn’t listen — his head would fall off right there.
Konohamaru fell to the ground, panting, both happy and scared, hugging Naruto’s leg as if he had just been saved from a tiger’s mouth.
Naruto didn’t look at the kid, just coldly waved his hand:
“Go home. Tell Sarutobi to teach you a lesson about your mouth and guts.”
Then he… looked up and looked straight at Gaara.
That look… made Gaara take another step back.
The air suddenly became lighter, the wind shook the leaves, Naruto’s long black cloak also fluttered behind him as he tilted his head, revealing a small smile.
Not the arrogant kind of laugh.
But… he smiled as if there was nothing in the world that could make him frown.
“Alright.”
His voice was low, not harsh.
“I am Naruto.”
“…of team 7.”
He clasped his hands behind his back and curled his lips:
“Nice to meet you…”
“…likes blonde hair, especially… blonde beauties.”
With that, his gaze — calmly slid past Temari, then paused for a moment… as if intentionally leaving an impression.
Temari — blushed.
She did not dare to reply. Did not dare to scold.
Her face was red as if it was about to bleed, her hands tightly gripped the large fan behind her back, but her body… was still trembling slightly as if her underwear was seen through.
“Blonde beauty…” – she repeated in her head, her heart pounding.
As for Gaara—still standing behind—his eyes were wide open, as if someone was choking him. Sweat ran down his temples, dripping onto the edge of his desert cloak.
He didn’t understand why… but Naruto’s every nonchalant word made his momentum recede like a tide being sucked away.
But not just him.
In Gaara’s head right now… was the soft gasp of another person.
Shukaku — the One-Tail — was hiding deep in the corner of his soul, not daring to show his head.
“This… momentum…”
“Damn it… don’t look… don’t let him notice me…”
“This guy… doesn’t look human… isn’t…”
Shukaku huddled like a mouse under a shrine, its entire body trembling. From the moment Naruto stepped closer, it had sensed a terrifying authority, surpassing that of ninja beasts, surpassing that of tailed beasts, surpassing that of the world itself!
This kind of aura… he had only seen it in one person.
Hagoromo — Sage of Six Paths.
The only difference is…
Hagoromo is holy.
As for Naruto — carrying, power, and desire, the ultimate dark extortion!
Shukaku did not dare to raise his head.
And outside—Kankuro now had his mouth open.
He had been scared ever since Gaara had first taken a step back. But now… as soon as he heard Naruto say he was part of Team 7, Kankuro’s heart dropped to the ground.
“Team 7…?”
“Wait… you mean… he’s not the captain?”
“No… no way… it can’t be…”
He turned to Sasuke, turned to Sakura.
Sasuke frowned, his cold eyes seemed to tacitly admit.
Sakura bit her lip… then nodded very slightly.
“He… is a member…?”
“Are you a ninja student???”
Kankuro’s eyes widened — bulging.
WHAT… THE… FU—
He could not finish the sentence. His heart felt like it was going to explode.
This is a student? What the hell are these Jonin guys?!
Sand Village… fight with confidence??
He clenched his fists, only to realize… sweat was pouring out like a fountain.
Naruto still smiled lightly, his eyes swept over all of them, as if looking at… chess pieces whose positions were unknown.
Then he bowed slightly — but without any sign of respect.
“Okay then. See you on the exam.”
“…Blonde beauty…” – he glanced at Temari once more, the corner of his lips slightly raised — enough to make her blush all the way to her neck.
Then Naruto turned his back.
The black cloak fluttered, he walked slowly, his aura still pressing down on the space behind him, like the hot desert wind being forced to kneel at the feet of a god.
When his shadow disappeared behind the street…
Temari still hasn’t come to her senses.
Gaara still didn’t say a word.