The smoke cleared, and there she was—blonde twin-tails bouncing, chest threatening to spill out of a nurse outfit that looked like it came straight from a horny teenager's fever dream.
"Naruko-chan is here to give sensei some very special treatment," she purred, one hand on her cocked hip, the other trailing down her barely-contained cleavage. "Don't worry, sensei... Naruko-chan will take real good care of you."
The outfit was obscene. hell, calling it an outfit was generous. The top barely kept her tits wrangled, cleavage spilling like she'd been poured into it. The white dress barely reached mid-thigh. Her long, bare legs seemed to go on forever. Big blue eyes sparkled with mischief above pouty lips that were just begging to be kissed.
Even knowing it was Naruto under there, my dick gave an enthusiastic jump of approval.
"You better cut this shit out right now." I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Did you learn absolutely nothing from the last time you tried this stunt?"
Her sculpted eyebrows furrowed for just a moment before that seductive smile stretched wider. She sauntered over on delicate bare feet, hips swaying like she was putting on a show for the gods themselves.
"Oh my, sensei seems very... tense," she cooed, pressing closer. "Good thing Naruko-chan specializes in relieving all kinds of pressure. If I don't treat you now, your condition might… worsen~"
I gave her my best flat stare. "What are you gonna do, prescribe me penicillin with those tits? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but the only thing you're curing is my will to live."
That got her. Smile twitched, like a string snapped. For half a heartbeat, I saw the scowl Naruto wanted to wear. Then it was smoothed away, hand sliding down to press against my chest like she thought touch alone would sell the fantasy.
"But a good nurse never abandons her patient when he's in such obvious... distress," she whispered, leaning closer. "You're in no state to resist, sensei,"
I opened my mouth to tell her exactly where to stick her stethoscope, but she moved faster. "Aha!" The bitch yanked the sheet off with a triumphant, dropping the act. "Caught you red-handed, pervy bastard!"
My erect dick stood proudly at attention, saluting the world, completely unashamed of its predicament.
Naruko froze, clearly waiting for me to turn red, start stammering, or dive under the bed. She was bound to be disappointed.
I just gave her an unimpressed look. "What exactly are you doing?"
It took a moment to collect herself from the disappointment. I found the way she grit her teeth amusing as hell. Then she smiled seductively again. This time, though, there was a hint of challenge igniting in those big blue eyes, a dare that said Oh, you're not embarrassed? Then watch this.
I did not like it one bit.
She leaned in, pressing her arms under her chest to make her tits pop forward. That she got right. I couldn't help the way my eyes lingered, and that seemed to give her more confidence as her smile turned smugger.
"Why, well, sensei, Naruko-chan needs to examine all the symptoms," she purred, voice dripping with fake honey. "Before I can provide proper treatment."
"Oh, is that so?" I snorted. "Then what are you waiting for? Better get a good look at it."
I didn't know why the hell I said that. I should end this before it spiraled like last time, but….
This time, it was my turn to be thrown off balance. Instead of Naruto's usual back-foot reaction I expected, she smirked widely and winked.
"Oh, I just want to make sure sensei is comfortable before I start my special healing technique."
"What are you—" I began, already getting a bad feeling about this.
"Shhh," she hushed, the vixen patted my chest with delicate fingers. "Just stay still for Naruko-chan, okay, sensei?"
Then she moved down the bed and fucking settled between my legs, perching there shamelessly like she belonged.
"What the fucking fuck are you doing!?" I repeated in utter bafflement.
She looked up through those long lashes, the bitch clearly enjoying my reaction. "Helping sensei heal, of course."
Then, in complete incomprehension and without any warning, she pressed her cleavage against my dick.
The sensation of her firm mounds was electric—soft, warm, and absolutely mind-melting. I couldn't stop the groan that escaped my throat.
That seemed to surprise the idiot nurse, too. "Ah—!" She let out a startled little sound, jerking a little. Not the sexy kind of sound. The holy crap, what did I just touch kind. Then looked down at my shaft for the first time—she'd been pointedly ignoring it until now.
"The hell!!" She intoned, the act completely slipped. "What am I supposed to do with this thing!?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose, torn between laughing and strangling her fair neck.
Too late, she quickly caught herself. Her teeth grit, then she bit her lip, arched her back, and let out the fakest moan I'd ever heard. Like porn without the volume controls.
I was still reeling, though that pathetic attempt at acting made me deadpan. It was annoying as hell—no girl had ever faked anything with me. I made damn sure of it. And I took pride in that. When this busty idiot tried it, it grated against my sensibilities.
It doesn't matter since she's not really a girl anyway, a voice whispered in my head.
I snarled at it. No. She was a girl. This idiot is a girl. She had to be. For as long as the transformation held. I had to believe that, because otherwise none of this made any goddamn sense.
And I wasn't sure I could stop anymore.
"Where the fuck did you learn all this?" I asked despite myself.
It sure as hell wasn't Jiraiya. I'd read the old sage's books cover to cover. They weren't nearly as explicit as people's reactions made them seem. Good books, don't get me wrong, but hardly pornographic. Hell, I'd read steamier sfw romance novels in my previous life.
Naruko grinned, all teeth and mischief, leaning in like she knew a secret. "Does sensei like it? Just wait until Naruko-chan makes him all red-faced and stuttery and begging for more!" She let out a series of wicked laughs. "You will blush like a virgin, beg like a dog, and squirt like a leaky faucet~"
I raised an eyebrow, and then I couldn't help it—I laughed. Even as my ribs protested the movement, I fucking laughed.
"'Blush like a virgin…. beg like a dog… squirt like a leaky faucet'" I wheezed between chuckles. "Seriously, you really have no fucking clue what you're talking about, do you?"
That seemed to piss her off. Naruko pouted, pushing out her bottom lip in a way that was annoyingly cute, her blue eyes narrowing with wounded pride.
"H-hey! What's so funny?" she shot back, her voice cracking between Naruto and the character she was clinging to. And because she couldn't stand losing, she retaliated. She shoved her cleavage harder against my dick like it was some kind of trump card. "Take this, pervy bastard! Let's see you laugh now!"
She was going to be disappointed again. She'd caught me off guard earlier, and that was it.
But I had to admit—she'd won.
There was no talking Naruto out of anything once he set his mind to it, stubborn little shit. Besides, I was too wound up, too desperate for release. I didn't care anymore. A body like this, rivaling even Ino's curves... it deserved to be acknowledged.
And if nothing else, this idiot needed to be taught a lesson once and for all.
"Sorry, sorry," I said, keeping that mocking smile. "I shouldn't laugh. You're clearly trying your best, even if you're obviously an amateur at this."
Time to see how far I can push this, I thought. Let's see what happens when I flip the script entirely.
Naruko's eyes narrowed dangerously, her smile twitched. Oh, she didn't like that one bit.
"Is that so?" she challenged, then pushed her tits even harder against me and started moving up and down. "Would an amateur do this, sensei?"
I almost snorted. Amusingly enough, she was being careful not to touch my shaft with her hands, only her chest, stiff as a rulebook. I wondered if it was because she thought her hands were somehow more 'real' than her tits, like this didn't count as long as she didn't actually grab me. The logic was funny as hell.
"This?" I said dryly. "Please. My hand's better than this."
She glared. Cute.
"If you really want to help, stop playing around and wrap that flesh around my dick properly instead of just tickling me."
Her lips puckered into a frown before she swung her head aside, twin tails whipping like angry banners. "I—I knew that! I was just letting you get comfortable first, so you don't embarrass yourself." Naruto's voice there, plain as day, trying to bluff her way out.
"Good," I said, smoothly transitioning to earnest, settling back against the pillow. "Then I'll be in your care."
That threw her. She blinked, cheeks flushing, then nodded stiffly to herself. "A-alright then!"
Hesitation clung to her fingers as she slid them into the valley of her chest, pushing her tits apart to make space. My cock nestled in between them, snug and obscene.
It was progress from just brushing against her cleavage, but still not quite a proper titjob.
Still, I breathed out and said, "Damn."
It was fake, of course. I was a petty bastard like that. But it served my purpose.
Her head snapped up, big blue eyes wide, grin spreading back across her pretty face. Confidence restored at getting the 'embarrassing' reaction she wanted.
"See? Naruko-chan told you she'd make sensei feel good! Just wait until she really gets started!"
Instead of jabbing back at her like I usually did with Naruto, I decided to try a different approach. I seconded her words, even reached out to rest my hand atop her head. My voice softened, turning smooth, charming.
"You really are something special," I said. "Those beautiful eyes, that stunning smile... I don't think I've ever seen anyone as beautiful as you are right now.… any man would be lucky to lose himself here."
The approach I only use on women.
Her whole body stiffened. "What— you say —can't just…. that is….."Those big blue eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, then closed, then opened again. The blush that bloomed across her cheeks was priceless. After a moment, she bit her lip, eyes darting away for the first time, ignoring the hand I stroked against her scalp.
So fucking cute.
I smirked at that response, but I was still a bastard, and there was no way I was getting off with this chaste excuse for a titjob. Time to take advantage of her flustered state.
"Let me help you with this," I said, my hands sliding down, cupping her tits, prying them wider. They'd been threatening to spill free of that ridiculous nurse getup anyway. Now they finally did, bouncing out into the open like they'd been dying for fresh air.
And dman…. they were magnificent. Perfect handfuls, full and heavy. Smooth as silk but with firmness beneath, the way ripe fruit yielded before the bite. Pale pink areolas about the size of silver coins and small, pert nipples that were already hardening in the cool air. They had just enough weight to them to be substantial without being unwieldy, the kind of tits that belonged in wet dreams and dirty magazines.
He did an amazing job on these. It would be a waste not to appreciate the effort put in them.
"W-wait—hey! The hell are you—shit, can't just—I mean, Naruko-chan's—fuck, why do they feel so—" Naruko's façade crumbled completely as she stared down at his own freed chest.
I ignored her sputtering in favor of sandwiching my shaft between those perfect mounds. The sensation was incredible—soft, warm, with just enough pressure to make my toes curl.
I groaned and let my head fall back. "Can't help it. Knew you were going to do this eventually, but… I'm impatient. You're too damn beautiful, and you feel too damn good."
"Beautiful... feel good…..?" she muttered back, the word that had clearly affected her most, even as she let me guide her, sliding her tits up and down with clumsy rhythm.
I know I shouldn't be enjoying any of this, but I….. I'm just a man and a weak one at that.
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