Chapter 29: Woman 11 points
Naruto had just left the old intersection—where he had silenced the Sand team, and left Shukaku speechless—and leisurely walked towards the main gate.
The morning sunlight poured down on the red tiled roofs of Konoha, groups of foreign ninja quietly entered the village following the summons for the Chuunin Exams. The fluttering flags, the sounds of conversation, laughter, even the smell of frying oil from the fish cake shop at the end of the alley… combined to create an unusually peaceful morning.
Until — the system suddenly vibrated.
【TING!】
【Discovered a perfect woman!】
【Rating: 11/10 — exceeds system standards!】
【Immediate occupation success: X2 current strength!】
【Danger rating: 0%. Can forcibly approach, no need to worry about resistance.】
Naruto stopped in the middle of the street.
His eyes twitched.
“Eleven points?!”
“Is the system crazy? The rating is over the limit?”
Hinata, Haku, Kurenai, Temari, Hana… were all only 9.0–9.5 at the time of the outbreak.
But now… an individual with 11 points, 0 danger, is being warned, and ‘forced’ access is allowed??
“Is she a goddess? Or is she… an illusion?”
Naruto started scanning.
His gaze swept around the village gate—the bustling crowd, footsteps, chatter, several ninja squads taking roll call.
But then…
His eyes stopped.
On the second floor of a traditional teahouse, the bamboo curtains were half-lowered, and sunlight filtered through the willow branches and shone on a figure sitting sideways on a wooden chair.
That person… is a woman.
A woman with long black hair reaching down to her hips, her hair like silk dipped in ink at night, smooth and shiny as if not controlled by any gravitational force.
She wore an elegant kimono, ivory white as early spring snow, with a low neckline, revealing skin so white it reflected in the sunlight, as if it did not belong to this world.
Her slender, elegant hands held a jade Japanese pipe, the smoke wafting like mist around her cheeks. Her pale red lips curved into a vague smile, as if she knew everything, yet cared about nothing.
Her legs were crossed, her sleeves were loose, her skirt was slit high up to her thighs, revealing a pair of long, white, smooth, breathtakingly beautiful legs, curved and soft like sculptures made from living porcelain.
That posture… that look… that way of sitting…
Makes Naruto’s heart feel like someone is squeezing it lightly.
“Wait…”
“Previous life…”
“I have seen… this figure before.”
Her figure in the smoke, in the kimono, in the half-smile…
Yūko Ichihara.
The witch of the world xxxHolic.
Beauty beyond all definitions of beauty.
A beauty that when looking at… it’s not lust that arises first, but an instinctive urge to kneel.
The system vibrated again:
【Recommended: Approach immediately. Target is in contact waiting state. No resistance. No counterattack.】
【Additional Warning: If you don’t approach, the system will consider this as a missed ‘Ceiling’ target. There will be no more attempts!】
Naruto pursed his lips.
Not because he was afraid… but because he was trembling slightly with excitement.
It had been a long time… since his power had surpassed the planetary level, no one, no one could make him feel like “wanting to take steps to get closer” instead of “being crushed in place.”
But…
That look, that smile, those crossed thighs, made his heart feel like it was being squeezed by a strange feeling: infatuation.
He slowly walked forward.
Every step… seemed to drag on time, no longer a predator pressing people, but…
A wild animal was asking for permission to approach the sacred temple.
But in this world… what else could he be afraid of?
When in his hands now is the power that can crush the entire planet like crushing an overripe tomato.
When each of his punches can tear apart the barrier of the five great nations.
Now, with the system specifically pointing out a woman who exceeds standards, what reason does Naruto have to hold back?
He was arrogant. He was proud. He was a god — and gods don’t ask permission when they want to take what’s theirs.
Just a quick glance.
His figure was standing right behind the stunning beauty sitting in the tea shop — the person whose mere sight made the entire street quiet, causing everyone’s eyes to be drawn in as if falling into an abyss.
She just turned her head…
Then her waist was tightly squeezed by a large, strong, hot hand that seemed to burn the thin layer of fabric.
Naruto reached out — grabbing that small waist like squeezing the body of a water snake that was trembling slightly in the palm of his hand.
The first feeling that hit her nerves was soft. Incredibly soft. So soft that it felt like she was embracing a layer of condensed steam, and under that porcelain-white skin, each slender muscle was perfectly elastic, as if a body had been sculpted from primitive desire.
Not only soft — but fragrant. That light, dewy scent spread from her neck, from her long, flowing hair like a night waterfall, permeating his chest, making his mind reel in pleasure that had not yet been touched but already possessed.
Just a hug…
Yet that woman obediently fell into his arms, her soft body clinging to him, her breasts so large they seemed like they were about to burst out of her thin shirt, pressing against his chest, pressing so hard that he could clearly feel her heartbeat racing.
Naruto raised an eyebrow.
“Hmm?”
“No resistance, beauty?”
He didn’t hear any screams, nor did he feel any chakra burst — just a light hum, passing like a spring breeze teasing his ears:
“Can’t beat…”
Her voice was as soft as honey, carrying a hint of helplessness and resentment, but also… a hidden smile, half-sarcastic, half-inviting:
“…no need to resist anymore ~”
Naruto heard that and the corner of his lips curved up.
“Great…”
…
Just as Naruto pulled the beautiful woman’s waist into his embrace, his hands tightly pressing down as if stamping his ownership on her 11 perfect body points, from afar — a gray-robed figure quietly stopped in the middle of the bamboo-shaded corridor.
Danzo.
His eyes narrowed, his hand leaning on his cane trembled slightly, then slowly clenched into a fist.
“Damned…”
The old man gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he looked towards the tea shop where Naruto was hugging the beautiful woman like he was holding a treasure he had just robbed in broad daylight.
“Orochi… you actually dare to do it…”
His voice was low and full of hatred through gritted teeth. Veins stood out on the back of his neck, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Because Danzo remembered clearly — less than a week ago, Orochimaru had shrugged and sneered when he was scolded for that crazy idea:
“If you dare to stick your head in Naruto… then you will die!”
And Orochimaru at that time… just smiled, lazily replied with a sentence that almost made his heart explode:
“Well, I’m dead. I’m used to it. When I die, I’ll just come back to life.”
Now remembering that sentence, Danzo only felt a chill down his spine.
A madman is scary enough — and one who is willing to be fucked to death for power is no longer human.
“I bow to the wind…” — Danzo gritted his teeth, his eyes not leaving the distant scene.
“I calculated all the ways, raised beauties for years, created Roots for a lifetime… but still can’t compare to a snake that knows… how to lie flat at the right time!”
But at that moment — Naruto was no longer in his original position.
His figure, like a flash of lightning, flashed through the sky, followed by his velvet skirt like drifting black clouds.
He… carried her away.
One arm hugged behind his back, the other arm wrapped around his knees—carrying him princess style. The beautiful woman obediently rested her head on his chest, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her breasts peeking out from under her shirt, as if about to burst from the vibrations of the air.
Her entire body… seemed to melt into his arms, letting him take her away like a willing sacrifice.
Fly.
Disappear.
No one can stop it.
Danzo stood still, his hand clenched his staff until it bled, his face twitching as if he was about to explode:
“Fuck… do you really want Naruto to fuck you?!”
He gasped, looking up at the sky where Naruto had carried the person flying away.
His eyes flashed with venom, but deep down was a fear that was rising little by little — a feeling that Danzo had avoided all his life:
Fear of what you cannot control.
And Naruto… is that thing.
…
As soon as he got back to his room, Naruto couldn’t hold it in any longer.
The feeling from the moment he hugged her was like a hungry beast with meat hung in front of him — and this 11-point beauty… was not ordinary meat, but a divine product. A moving divine jade. A body born to be stripped, pressed down, and filled by him.
No words needed.
No need to ask.
No need for formal foreplay like with other women.
He tore off her kimono — a “rip” sound like the opening music of a lustful song.
The thin layer of fabric instantly ripped open, revealing skin as white as a lotus root bathing in the moonlight, flawless, without a single mole, so perfect that it made his heart stop a beat.
His eyes stopped for a second…
Then he chuckled and whispered:
“Indeed… just like Yuuko Ichihara…”
That temperament, those long, piercing eyes, the facial features that seemed to be carved by divine will… that proud, swan-like neck revealed a slightly sunken collarbone, inviting kisses and bites.
And that body… is so beautiful that there are no words to describe it.
Naked
Not a single hair left unturned.
The secret hole between the thighs — smooth, white, shiny, rosy, like a young flower that no one has touched, shyly opening but exuding the captivating fragrance of a mature woman.
Naruto like wild beast.
He pressed close, his head lowered without hesitation — his tongue licked from between her thighs, following the smooth edges of her pussy, the tip of his tongue tracing that small pink slit, causing it to tremble slightly, contracting slightly.
“Um…”
A soft moan escaped her lips—as if she couldn’t help it.
She lay still, as if completely accepting this invasion. But when he licked deeper, his tongue swirling around the tip of her flower, she shivered slightly — then suddenly lifted her white legs, clamping around his head.
“Tsk…”
Naruto laughed in his throat.
Her long, soft thighs were like silk ribbons, hugging his head, pressing his face close to the gap between her thighs. The scent of a woman mixed with her stimulating breath made him feel addicted.
Her skin is smooth as velvet.
Every time he exhaled, his hot breath fanned over her thighs — making both her legs tremble, but she still didn’t let go.
She… doesn’t have to suffer.
But it is… coordinating.
She placed her hands behind his neck, pressing down lightly — as if saying:
“Lick more…”
Naruto understood immediately.
He buried his face deep, his tongue thrusting into the crack filled with fragrant fluid, sucking every drop of moisture from the deepest place, his hands squeezed her thighs, his fingers caressed the skin connecting her groin and abdomen – the softest, most sensitive place.
She began to moan softly, her thighs tightening, her waist jerking.
The hairless, clean, fragrant, and silky-soft pussy was twitching and oozing in his mouth.
Naruto groaned softly:
“This thing… it would be a shame if I don’t fuck it.”
Naruto gently withdrew his head from between the soft thighs, his lips and chin still covered in a bit of clear nectar, fragrant like refined flowers from a moonlit night. He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the perfect body before him — the 11-point woman, now lying on his bed, her entire body flushed from being kissed until her bones were weak.
She still hadn’t opened her eyes, but her breathing was already rapid. Her legs were trembling slightly, the crack between her thighs was still wet, opening up red like a flower waiting for the queen bee to descend.
Naruto slowly crawled up her body, his hands caressing every inch of her skin without hesitation.
From the white collarbone…
Down to round, full breasts, pink nipples…
Stroke down to the flat lower abdomen, then gently knead the slim waist, lightly squeeze the plump elastic buttocks, and rub both smooth white thighs that were trembling slightly.
His hands seemed to want to memorize this entire body with his fingertips.
“So perfect it’s unbelievable…”
Naruto muttered, his hand lightly squeezing her waist, while his other hand reached down, grasping his own dragon pillar—the weapon that had been throbbing with desire since the very beginning.
The red dragon bone was as long as a forearm, sinewy and winding, the tip of the glans was shiny with pre-cum that had oozed out from before — hot as molten iron, pulsing with murderous intent.
He lowered his head… his hand gently rubbed the soft, hairless, wet slit below her lower body.
“Slurp… slurp…”
The hot tip brushed across the edge of her pussy, lightly touching her two half-opened petals, making her shiver, her waist jerking up reflexively.
Naruto smirked.
“Wow… your body really knows how to take it.”
He rubbed slowly — from the entrance of the hole up to the tip of the seed, then slid down, pressing the hard, steel-like head into the soft slit that was about to burst.
She now gently clamped her legs together, not stopping, nor opening — just as if wanting to keep his dragon pillar still between her flower slit, to rub more… rub more… invite more.
Naruto smiled lightly, bent down slightly, his head still pressed against her pussy, his hand gently kneading her breasts, caressing her nipples as if milking.
“Your body… is trembling from waiting for me.”
He whispered in her ear, his breath hot.
“Want me to stab you?”
She still did not answer.
Just a slight tilt of the head, lips moving… but that half-opened gaze, that watery, lustful gaze — was already the clearest answer.
Naruto hugged her waist tighter.
The dragon pillar was placed on the cave entrance.
Ready…
Naruto’s hot dragon rod gently slid along the wet red slit, the tip of his penis just brushed against her and the edge of her flower trembled slightly, as if electrocuted. He gently squeezed her waist, then pressed his hips forward.
“Slurp… slurp…”
Inch by inch, the dragon pillar slowly entered the secret hole that was contracting with desire. The soft, silk-like walls of the hole immediately hugged him tightly, each elastic circle of muscle squeezed around the pillar as if wanting to swallow it all the way to the root.
Naruto took a deep breath, his eyes slightly narrowed. He had fucked many women before, from the shy Hinata, the mature Kurenai, to the cold Haku… but this hole, this secret cave squeezing him right now… was truly a natural masterpiece made to receive a dragon pillar.
“Ugh… Aaaah… Naruto… deeper… deeper… all the way in…”
A moan escaped from her throat, no longer shy or embarrassed, but a moan full of desire, coquettishness, and infatuation. Her white thighs now tightly wrapped around his waist, squeezing each time as if not wanting him to pull out, as if afraid of losing that wonderful filling.
Naruto gritted his teeth, his two hands gripped her waist, he exerted strength in his hips, then “bang!” — a decisive thrust sent the entire dragon shaft straight into the bottom of her uterus.
“AAAAaaahhhh…!!”
She screamed as if she had lost her soul, her head thrown back, her eyes blurred with tears, her body arched like a bowstring. Inside — each crazy contraction squeezed the dragon shaft as if wanting to suck out all his semen at once.
Naruto growled softly:
“This secret hole… is truly a condensation of heaven and earth’s spiritual energy! It’s so lewd that I want to press it down every night without stopping…”