The sun had barely risen beyond the mountain peaks, but the light that spilled into the ruined campsite was warm and soft — in stark contrast to the tangled chaos left in its wake.
Naruto sat upright now, blanket draped across his lap, body still aching in places he didn't know could ache. His cock — bruised, red, and twitching with ghost sensations — pulsed occasionally from phantom touch.
But what ached more… was everything else.
Not his body.
His mind.
His heart.
He looked around at the women still dozing, or slowly waking. The blush on Hinata's cheeks as she watched him silently. The possessive glare from Sasuko as she pulled on her gear. The quiet, unreadable gaze of Tsunade, who hadn't said a word since she'd woken and saw the sealing mark low on her abdomen.
He remembered everything. Not just the sex. Not just the moans, the squirts, the sensations. No, what lingered was…
The way they looked at him.
Some with obsession. Others with longing.
And some… with love.
He swallowed hard.
This wasn't just lust anymore.
A twig snapped nearby.
Lady Jiraiya stepped into view, fully clothed now, her silver hair tied back. For once, she looked serious.
"You're thinking," she said. "That's dangerous."
Naruto didn't smile.
"I wasn't ready for this."
Jiraiya tilted her head.
"Ready for what? Getting fucked by half the elemental nations?"
He winced.
"No. For… what it means." He glanced at Hinata, who looked away quickly. "I didn't ask for a harem."
Jiraiya crouched beside him.
"No. But you didn't reject it either."
He looked at her. She smiled softly.
"You let them in, Naruto. In more ways than one."
He said nothing.
And then, her expression shifted — mischief returning to her eyes.
"And they fucking loved it."
Suddenly — a hawk circled above.
A scroll dropped with a burst of chakra-flame, landing beside Tsunade with perfect aim.
She caught it, brows furrowing, and broke the seal.
Her eyes scanned it once.
Then twice.
She slowly looked up.
"Naruto."
He stiffened. "Yeah?"
Tsunade held up the scroll, and her voice was low.
"The Mizukage has requested your presence in Kirigakure. Immediately. She says—"
Tsunade cleared her throat.
"—she wishes to 'explore diplomatic relations through shared chakra lineage.'"
There was silence.
Then Ino groaned.
"Oh hell no. She wants his cock too?"
Sasuko's chakra flared. "I'll drown her in her own mist."
Hinata clutched Naruto's arm, whispering, "You're not going anywhere…"
Temari, from behind them, exhaled slowly. "Guess we're going to Kiri."
Naruto sat there, overwhelmed.
The attention.
The lust.
The looming international breeding diplomacy.
But then… Hinata took his hand.
And Tsunade stepped forward and kissed his temple.
Sasuko leaned against his back, resting her head between his shoulder blades.
Even Sakura — ever jealous — whispered, "We'll protect you, dummy."
And for the first time, Naruto exhaled.
Not in fear.
But in acceptance.
Because this wasn't just about sex.
It was family now.
One born in chakra, lust, sweat…
And something deeper.