Chapter 4: Time flies
Night fell gently like a thin curtain over Konoha. Under the pale moonlight, the stream bank was only left with the warmth of the ashes of the grilled fish. Naruto stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other clenched in his fist, his eyes looking into the distance – where the Hyuga clan mansion loomed under the moonlight.
After finishing her meal, Hinata awkwardly said goodbye, then returned to her clan. She said she would sneak out to see him again tomorrow. In truth, if she hadn’t taken the initiative to withdraw, he wouldn’t have been able to keep her any longer – even if he wanted to.
The Hyuga clan has always been the most conservative and rigid clan in Konoha. Especially the main clan – where Hinata comes from – is like an invisible chain that tightens around her. Even though she can sneak out, it doesn’t mean there are no guards around. Naruto knew very well – since he dragged her back to fuck her all day long – someone should have rushed in to stop her.
But no one came.
He curled his lips and smiled coldly.
“It can only be… Hinata hid it very well, or… someone is secretly covering for it.”
No matter what, it couldn’t last forever. The Hyuga clan was a strong wall, and the surrounding area was full of Anbu eyes and ears. If one were an idiot, one would think Konoha was the most peaceful place in the world – but Naruto saw it more clearly than anyone else.
Beneath the clean streets, the smiles of the villagers, there is blood, ruins, and nameless ghosts buried to maintain this false “stability”.
Danzo – the name like a snake lurking in the dark, specializing in pulling strings, harming, manipulating the easily deceived. And the Third Hokage, old man Hiruzen – looks compassionate, but is of the same ilk. He is the one who allows Danzo to exist, even despite his cruel actions.
“It’s no different from those who have blood on their hands, just without the knife.” – Naruto gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
He lowered his head to look at his hand – the hand that had just caressed and squeezed every inch of Hinata’s soft flesh, caressed her breasts, kneaded her small waist, and held tightly onto her white legs that were trembling with pleasure.
“I… must become stronger.”
Only power can suppress everything, can trample on the strict rules of the Hyuga clan, can make the Anbu retreat, make Danzo tremble, make everyone shut up and watch him hug Hinata in the middle of the clan hall, not daring to make a sound.
Today – fuck Hinata all day.
First time +300kg of strength.
Then 10 more fillings of the uterus, each time deep and hard – another ton in total.
1 ton 3 breaths of air – in just one day.
Naruto took a deep breath, his eyes burning with fire.
“This is just the beginning…”
“Tomorrow… 10 more times, that’s 2 tons and 6…”
“Then 5 tons… 10 tons…”
“At that time, one punch of mine will crush all those hypocrites.”
“Not convinced? Fuck your wife.”
He burst out laughing, his crazy laughter echoing along the stream bank, causing the owls in the trees to startle and scatter.
“Fight! Fight! For Hinata, for freedom, for debauchery and vigor!”
Naruto turned his back and walked into the dark night. Under the moonlight, his shadow stretched across the ground – a man carrying a dragon pillar, ideals… and desires.
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In the following days, to outsiders, Naruto lived a simple, leisurely, and somewhat lonely life. Early in the morning, he left home before the sun rose, quietly going deep into the forest, catching some wild animals like rabbits, pheasants, or stream fish — anything that could be made into breakfast.
The hands that had once squeezed breasts, caressed buttocks, and held small waists now skillfully skinned meat, lit the fire, and seasoned it. Soon, the fragrance spread in the morning breeze, so alluring that even animals had to look up.
And as planned, Hinata would come every morning secretly, like an unspoken appointment. She wore simple clothes, a hat on her head, a handkerchief covering half her face, her eyes furtive like a cat stealing fish. But when she saw Naruto grilling fish by the fire, her eyes softened, and she sat down next to him as if this had been a normal thing for many years.
The two of them ate and drank like long-time lovers living together — only, no one knew they were fucking each other to death every day.
Naruto wasn’t stupid. He knew Hinata was being followed.
The Hyuga clan was definitely monitoring her, there were even a few Anbu standing at a distance, occasionally doing “surprise checks”. But Naruto also knew one thing: those guys were… lazy.
No one would stand guard in one place all day without a direct order. Especially when they saw that Hinata only “ate breakfast and then left”, they started to be complacent, acting as if nothing unusual was happening.
But Naruto, with Uzumaki blood flowing through him, and the ability to sense Chakra given to him by nature, only needed a frown to know who was around.
“They’re gone…”
When he sensed the Chakra monitoring points move out of range, his eyes flashed like a predator that had just seen its prey.
Immediately, he turned to pick Hinata up — as gently as if he were hugging a soft cat — then pushed open the door, locked it, and drew the curtains to block out the light.
And… the great dual cultivation begins again.
From morning until late afternoon, Naruto did not let her escape. Every time Hinata’s pink pussy closed a little, his dragon pillar would fiercely thrust straight in, breaking open her soft uterus once again.
With each ejaculation, he deliberately buried it deep, filling her uterus to the point that her belly bulged slightly, then used his waist to thrust deeper, mixing the semen inside as if wanting to dissolve her soul with pure yang energy.
“Ahh… Naruto… I can’t take it… anymore… but… I want more…”
Her lewd moans echoed throughout the small room. Each of Naruto’s thrusts was a wave of pleasure, causing Hinata to arch her back, convulse, then fall back down, her mouth open in gasps, her eyes glistening with lust.
With each passing day, Hinata changed more and more clearly. Her skin became so white and smooth that it was transparent, her hair was jet black and shiny, her breasts were fuller, her waist was slimmer, her whole body seemed to be born just to be fucked. Especially her eyes – previously timid, now every time she looked at Naruto, she was filled with infatuation and infatuation that she couldn’t hide.
She not only endured — but also satisfied, enjoyed, addicted.
Every time Naruto saw her riding him, her soft breasts hitting his chest, her mouth moaning and groaning, her uterus contracting and sucking on his penis like a thirsty dragon’s mouth, he just wanted to whip her ten more times.
“1 ton of force… 2 tons… 3 tons…”
Strengthening every day, his strength increased rapidly. His body was light, his reflexes were sharp, and the power of each punch was enough to crush rocks.
All of it… from Hinata alone.
A woman, a secret place… but it was the source of power that helped him gradually escape from the status of an “outcast” – to become someone that all of Konoha had to bow down to.
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Time flies, three months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Naruto stood in front of the mirror, hands clasped behind his back, the corners of his lips curved into a smile that was both satisfied and proud. The morning sunlight filtered through the window and shone on his naked body – each muscle was firm and sculpted, each vein standing out.
Three months – ninety days – without missing a single session.
Every day, dual practice with Hinata.
No less than ten times a day.
Some days, when she moaned in pleading, his dragon pillar became even more vigorous, even fucking twenty times.
Total: 130 tons of force.
“Cough cough… 130 tons.” – Naruto curled his lips, his fists clenched slightly, his joints making a crisp cracking sound like breaking rock.
With just a thought, he could lift objects as heavy as an entire army. This arm – which had once squeezed Hinata’s trembling white buttocks, which had once squeezed her small waist when she cried with joy, which had once carried her from the room to the stream, from the bed to the floor, from the kitchen to the wall… Now had the strength to crush a person’s head with just two fingers.
His body was a head taller than the original, his back straight, his chest broad, his legs long, his thighs firm as if cast from iron. The white T-shirt with Konoha printed on it stretched with each movement, hugging his firm chest muscles. His short ninja pants revealed his calves so clearly that just a glance would make others feel oppressed.
His blond hair was now slicked back, no longer messy and messy like before. His face was washed by Hinata’s honey every day, his skin was rosy white, his nose was straight, his eyes were cold – if he didn’t say it, no one would have realized that this was once the “orphan shunned by the whole village”.
“No longer the dwarf in class… and certainly not the clown that is looked down upon.” – He stroked his chin, looking carefully at himself in the mirror.
This body… is impervious to swords and spears. Inviolable to water and fire.
Once, he tried to cut his hand with a knife – the knife broke.
Fire to test grilling fish – fish burns, hands are fine.
Naruto knew – he had long since surpassed the physical limits of a normal human. If a normal ninja touched him now, his arm would probably break before he knew where he was touching.
“Resisting B-rank ninjutsu? No problem…” – He laughed coldly.
B-rank, A-rank, even S-rank… If it was normal damage – he didn’t need to dodge, didn’t need to avoid. Stand still, take a hit – then step forward… punch back – head smashed.
The important thing is, he hasn’t stopped yet.
130 tons – just the beginning.
Hinata still came every day. Every time she was fucked until her body was soft, her pussy still sucked on the dragon shaft as if it didn’t want to let go. Her uterus had completely adapted to being filled, even actively expanding, contracting to suck in every drop of semen as if it was destiny.
Every time he ejaculates, he gets stronger.
Every time he fills her womb – he takes another step towards the myth.