It was supposed to be a simple prank.
Naruto Uzumaki, the village pariah, the knucklehead ninja, had once again gotten into trouble. But this time, he'd done something no one expected: he stole the Scroll of Sealing.
Not to learn some cool jutsu—at least, not at first. He just wanted attention. Respect. Recognition.
But what he got was something else entirely.
Under the moonlight, deep in the forest, Naruto unraveled the ancient scroll. His cerulean eyes scanned the old parchment until they landed on something that pulsed with red ink and strange chakra.
"Secret Technique: Binding Charm of Crimson Lust"
Naruto blinked. "What the hell…?"
Before he could think twice, his chakra surged into the scroll, activating it. The symbols on the page flared bright red, and the air around him grew heavy, charged with something primal. The wind stilled. His body trembled.
Then everything exploded in light.
When he woke up, his body was coated in sweat. His clothes clung to him, skin flushed. His pants were tight, unbearably so. And worse—he felt… different. Stronger. Warmer. Hungrier.
He didn't know the jutsu had awakened something ancient inside him: a latent bloodline sealed away by the Uzumaki clan—a bloodline of irresistible charm and sexual aura that bent chakra and desire alike.
Naruto stumbled into the village the next morning, not realizing that eyes were already on him.
Training Ground Seven — Morning
"Yo," Naruto called out, walking into the field with his usual confidence—but even he noticed something was... off.
Sasuko Uchiha stood beneath a tree, arms crossed under her modest but firm chest. Her long black hair shimmered in the light, and her crimson Sharingan flickered for a moment before fading.
But her eyes… they weren't the usual cold, aloof ones Naruto was used to. No. They were fixed on him—intently, hungrily.
"Tch. You're late," she muttered, but her voice lacked the usual bite.
Naruto was about to reply when another presence shimmered beside him.
Kagami-sensei.
Except… this sensei had curves.
She wore the same flak jacket, but her hips swayed subtly when she walked, and her silver hair cascaded freely behind her. Her mask still covered her face, but her eyes—one visible, one Sharingan—smiled down at him with heat.
"Well, well…" she murmured, gaze lingering on his lips. "Something's different about you, Naruto."
He scratched the back of his head nervously. "Huh? Nah, I'm the same—"
But before he could finish, he felt it: chakra, thick and potent, behind him.
A cold wind blew as a figure stepped out from the shadows. Long raven-black hair. Pale skin. Blood-red Sharingan eyes. A cloak wrapped around a lithe but powerful feminine frame.
Itachika Uchiha.
"Uzumaki," she purred, voice low and velvety, "what have you done?"
Naruto blinked, caught between confusion and the rising heat in his body. "What do you mean?"
"You activated the Binding Charm," she said, stepping closer, her finger gliding along his chest. "I felt it. So did every woman with a chakra network strong enough to resonate with your bloodline."
Kagami's eye narrowed. "No wonder I couldn't focus this morning…"
Sasuko's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed, her thighs shifting slightly where she stood.
"W-What the hell is going on?!" Naruto cried out, stepping back. "Why are you all looking at me like that?!"
Itachika leaned in, her lips inches from his ear.
"Because now, Naruto," she whispered, "you're irresistible."
Naruto never got to train that day.
Instead, he found himself backed against a tree trunk, panting, as Sasuko pressed her body against him. Her breath was ragged, her pride barely holding back her desire.
"I hate you," she hissed, grabbing his wrist. "But right now, I need you."
Behind her, Kagami was already removing her flak jacket, eyes locked on Naruto's exposed abdomen.
Itachika watched silently, her hand already slipping inside her cloak as she observed the chaos unfold.
"Looks like you've awakened more than just a technique," she murmured.
Naruto gulped.