Ch 1
The first thing she registered was the throbbing ache between her thighs—sharp, insistent, almost mocking in its persistence. The second was the dampness clinging to her skin, the scent of sweat and something muskier thick in the air. Blinking against the dim candlelight, she tried to lift her head, but a firm hand pressed her back down onto the futon.
"Don't move," a man's voice murmured, low and amused. "Your training isn't finished."
Her breath hitched as memory crashed over her—the celebration, the ceremonial wine, the way her Academy instructor's fingers had traced the seal on her hip, marking her transition into adulthood. This wasn't how she'd imagined waking up in the Naruto universe.
Somewhere beyond the shoji doors, a kunai thudded into wood, followed by Naruto's unmistakable, frustrated shout.
She clenched her fists. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
The instructor's grip tightened as another wave of pleasure-pain rolled through her—training, he'd called it, though her body burned with contradictions. Just beyond the thin walls, Naruto's clumsy footsteps stumbled closer, his grumbling audible. "Stupid bell test... stupid Kakashi..." Her pulse spiked—if he barged in now, would he see? Would he even understand? The instructor's lips brushed her ear, whispering, "Focus, little kunoichi. This lesson determines your rank." Outside, Naruto's shadow paused by the door. Her breath caught.
The shoji door rattled slightly under Naruto's accidental bump. She tensed, thighs trembling—whether from fear or the instructor's relentless fingers, she couldn't tell. A bead of sweat slid down her spine as Naruto's muffled voice carried through the paper-thin barrier: "Huh? Why's it so… warm in there?" The instructor's chuckle was dark, deliberate. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, forcing a gasp from her lips just as Naruto's shadow leaned closer. "Focus," the instructor murmured again, twisting her nipple sharply. "Or would you prefer he watch?"
Her vision blurred—half from the sting of tears, half from the relentless pleasure coiling tighter in her belly. The instructor's breath was hot against her throat as Naruto's silhouette lingered, his shadow stretching across the shoji. Then—miraculously—his footsteps retreated, grumbling about "weird grown-up stuff." The instructor's grip loosened just enough to stroke her cheek, almost tender. "Good girl," he purred. "Now, let's see how well you can… reciprocate." Her stomach dropped. The Academy's motto echoed in her skull: *A kunoichi's greatest weapon is her body.* And hers was still trembling.
Her fingers dug into the futon as the instructor's weight shifted, his knee pressing between her thighs to spread them wider. The candlelight flickered across the sweat-slicked planes of his chest, casting shadows that made his smirk look almost predatory. "Lesson two," he murmured, dragging a kunai's blunt edge down her sternum, "is learning when to yield—and when to make them beg." The metal was cold against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling low in her belly. Somewhere outside, a distant explosion rattled the walls—Naruto's doing, no doubt—but the instructor didn't even flinch. "Pay attention," he chided, flipping the kunai in his grip before tracing the tip along her inner thigh. "Or do you need… motivation?"
The kunai's edge bit just enough to sting—not deep, but precise—as her breath hitched. Before she could react, the instructor's free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. "Motivation it is," he murmured, his teeth grazing her pulse point as the kunai's tip traced lazy circles near her core. A choked whimper escaped her lips, drowned out by another explosion—closer this time—and the unmistakable sound of Naruto yelling, "Believe it!" The instructor's laugh was a dark ripple against her skin. "Let's see if you can stay quiet... while I make you scream."
The shoji door burst open in a whirl of splintered wood—Naruto stood framed in the wreckage, cheeks flushed from exertion, his eyes widening as they landed on her pinned form. The instructor didn't pause, his kunai now pressed flat against her thigh. "Uzumaki," he drawled, "
"—is receiving her final lesson, Uzumaki," the instructor said, voice dripping with condescension as his fingers twisted deeper between her thighs, making her gasp. "She's graduating from childhood tonight. Unless you'd like to join?" Naruto's fists clenched, his face twisting between confusion and outrage as the instructor smirked. "Class dismissed." With a flick of his wrist, the shoji door slammed shut in Naruto's face—but not before she caught the flash of something dangerous in his blue eyes.
The instructor's laughter was a low, mocking hum against her neck as Naruto's muffled protests vibrated through the shattered door. "She's not a kid anymore, Uzumaki," he called, fingers tightening possessively around her throat. "Tonight, she earns her hitai-ate the way all kunoichi do—on her back." Her vision blurred as the instructor's knee pressed higher, forcing a ragged moan from her lips just as Naruto's fist punched through the shoji again. "Like hell!" Naruto snarled, but the instructor merely smirked, rolling his hips against her—slow, deliberate—and whispered, "Then watch."
The instructor's thrusts grew rougher as Naruto gaped, his voice dripping with twisted authority. "Every girl in this village spreads her legs at fifteen, brat," he growled, pinning her wrists above her head. "Advanced classes start tomorrow—how to take cock, how to beg for it, how to break men with it." He smirked as her back arched involuntarily. "And boys like you? You'll learn to fuck these bitches raw until pleasure means nothing but weakness." Naruto's fists trembled—whether from fury or something darker, she couldn't tell—as the instructor leaned down to lick her ear. "Welcome to adulthood, little kunoichi."
The instructor's thrusts grew sharper, punctuating each word as Naruto stood frozen in the doorway. "Every girl," he panted, yanking her hips back against him, "learns to take cock before she learns to throw a kunai." Her choked sob only made him laugh, fingers digging into her waist. "Tomorrow, she'll kneel for the whole class—how to milk a man dry, how to beg for the whip, how to turn pleasure into a weapon." His free hand smacked her ass, the sound echoing as Naruto flinched. "And you brats? You'll fuck them until their moans mean nothing but failure." His teeth sank into her shoulder. "That's how Konoha breeds real shinobi."The instructor's hips snapped forward, his breath hot against her ear as he growled for Naruto's benefit, "Every kunoichi gets broken in at fifteen—this is the first lesson before advanced training." His fingers twisted in her hair, forcing her face toward Naruto's horrified stare. "Tomorrow she'll learn to deepthroat a chunin's cock without gagging, take ten men without tears, and orgasm on command." A brutal thrust drew a whimper from her lips as he grinned at Naruto's paling face. "And you brats? You'll fuck every trembling slut in class until their moans don't mean shit. Konoha doesn't raise weak men." His hand smacked her ass, red and stinging. "Now get out—unless you want to practice early."
The instructor's thrusts grew punishing as he locked eyes with Naruto, his voice thick with exertion. "Every kunoichi gets broken in at fifteen—this is just the warm-up," he snarled, slamming deeper into her trembling body. "Tomorrow, she starts *real* training—how to take a dozen cocks without flinching, how to beg for the whip, how to milk a man dry with just her throat." He smirked as Naruto's fists shook. "And you brats? You'll fuck every slut in class until pleasure means *nothing* to you. That's how Konoha trains men who can't be honey-trapped." His hand cracked across her ass, leaving a welt. "Now scram, unless you want your first lesson *now*."
"That's—ah—Konoha law," the instructor grunted, hips pistoning as he kept her pinned beneath him, his fingers digging bruises into her thighs. "Every girl gets—fuck—ridden raw at fifteen before advancing to cock-training, bondage drills, seduction tactics." He smirked as Naruto's face twisted, his own cock twitching despite himself. "And you brats? You'll rut these bitches daily—learn to fuck without pleasure, orgasm without weakness—until their moans mean *nothing* to you." His thrusts turned brutal, punctuating each word. "Weak men die on missions. Konoha—*hnng*—breeds survivors."
Naruto's breath hitched, his gaze locked onto her flushed skin and the instructor's dominating grip. His hands twitched at his sides—not in disgust, but with the same primal hunger that flickered in every Konoha male's eyes. The scent of sweat and sex thickened the air, and his cock strained against his pants as the instructor growled, "See, Uzumaki? This is what adulthood tastes like." Naruto swallowed hard, his usual brashness melting into raw arousal. The instructor smirked, dragging a thumb over her swollen lips. "Next year, it'll be *your* turn to break them in."
Naruto's nostrils flared as the musky scent of her arousal filled the room, his pupils dilating with instinctive hunger. His fists unclenched slowly, fingers twitching toward his own straining erection as the instructor's hips snapped forward again—a wet, rhythmic slap of flesh that made Naruto's breath catch. "Tch," the instructor taunted, watching the way Naruto's Adam's apple bobbed, "even the dead-last knows what his dick's for." He yanked her head back by the hair, exposing the bite marks on her throat. "Next year, Uzumaki, you'll be the one leaving these." Naruto's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his gaze locked on the way her thighs trembled around the instructor's thrusts.
The instructor's grip on her hips tightened as Naruto took an unconscious step forward, his breath ragged. "That's it," the instructor purred, dragging a possessive hand down her spine. "Watch how she takes it, Uzumaki—how her body yields even when her mind fights. By next year, you'll have a dozen like her trembling beneath you." Naruto's knuckles whitened around the doorframe, his gaze locked on the way her lips parted in a silent scream as the instructor's thrusts turned punishing. "Or..." The instructor's smirk widened, fingers twisting in her hair. "You could kneel right now and learn where a good little soldier belongs."
Naruto's breath came in short, sharp bursts—his eyes darting between her tear-streaked face and the instructor's mocking grin. Then, with a choked sound halfway between a growl and a moan, he lurched forward and grabbed the instructor's wrist mid-thrust. "Shut up," he hissed, knuckles white around the man's arm, "you're—you're hurting her!" The instructor merely laughed, twisting free to backhand Naruto hard enough to send him stumbling. "Hurting her?" he sneered, shoving Naruto down onto the futon beside her trembling body. "This is *mercy*, brat. Wait till you see what the Hokage's interrogation division does to traitors." His fingers dug into Naruto's orange jacket, tearing it open. "Lesson three: *everyone* breaks."
The instructor's fingers tangled in Naruto's hair, forcing his face down between her thighs. "Since you care so much," he sneered, grinding Naruto's nose against her slick folds, "you'll taste what happens to heroes here." Her gasp turned into a sob as Naruto's tongue lashed out instinctively—first in protest, then with shuddering hunger—while the instructor's kunai pressed cold against his throat. "Break her with your mouth, Uzumaki," he murmured, twisting Naruto's hair tighter. "Or I'll carve the lesson into her skin." Naruto whimpered, but his lips sealed around her clit in desperate, clumsy strokes—her body convulsing as pleasure and shame collided under the instructor's dark laughter.
The instructor's kunai flashed—not to kill, but to slice through Naruto's pants, exposing his throbbing erection. "Since you're so eager to play hero," he hissed, dragging Naruto up by the hair until their faces were inches apart, "you'll break her properly." With a brutal shove, he forced Naruto between her thighs, his cock pressing against her abused entrance. "Fuck her until she forgets your name," the instructor snarled, driving Naruto's hips forward with a vicious grip. Her scream tore through the room as Naruto's body obeyed instinct over will, his thrusts clumsy but relentless—each one punctuated by the instructor's whispered taunt: "This is what mercy costs, Uzumaki."
The instructor's grip finally slackened, his breath hot against her ear as he pulled out with a wet sound. "Pathetic," he muttered, swiping his kunai across her thigh—leaving a shallow cut that stung more than it bled. "Get dressed. Report to the Academy at dawn." He kicked Naruto—still dazed and sticky with sweat—toward the shattered shoji door. "Out, brat. You'll get your turn next year." The door slammed behind them, leaving her trembling on the futon, thighs slick with proof of her "graduation." Somewhere outside, Naruto's ragged breathing faded into the night. Dawn would come too soon.
The instructor's hand lingered on her throat for a final, threatening second before he shoved her onto the futon, his cock still glistening with her slickness as he tucked himself away. "Dawn," he repeated, buckling his flak vest with deliberate slowness. "And don't bother hiding those marks—everyone knows what tonight means." The shoji door rattled shut behind him, leaving her sprawled amidst torn fabric and the acrid scent of sex. Outside, the distant chime of a mission bell tolled three times—midnight. Four hours until she'd have to limp into class with Naruto's teeth marks on her collarbone and the instructor's cum dripping down her thighs. She pressed a shaking hand between her legs. *Final year*, he'd said. As if tonight wasn't lesson enough.
Himari awoke to the sting of sunlight through broken shoji, her body screaming in protest as she peeled herself from the sweat-stained futon. The echoes of last night—Naruto's ragged breaths, the instructor's mocking laughter—clung to her skin like phantom fingerprints. She stared at the darkening bruise on her wrist, shaped like a kunai's hilt. *Welcome to Konoha*, she thought bitterly, reaching for her discarded uniform. The first bell would ring soon, and every kunoichi knew: missing class after your deflowering whipping .