Naruto: Futanari System

A/N: Enjoy! Btw Currently planning the MHA Femdom fic, when this fic finishes I'll start that one.

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Ryoku paused, letting the silence hang between him and the women before him. The offer was enticing, sure. Being part of the Konoha Council held prestige—an opportunity to influence policy, to be among the most powerful decision-makers in the village. But with power came the suffocating weight of responsibility.

'Konoha Council, huh?' he mused silently. 'That would be cool... but I'm not trying to spend my days sitting with old fossils, nose-deep in scrolls, and dealing with paperwork so heavy it could suffocate a man. And following Koharu around like a little lapdog? No thanks.'

The image made him almost chuckle. It was ironic, really. The entire point of putting himself through the grueling Chunin Exams was to break free of control, to escape the shadow of Lady Tsunade and those who wielded power over him. To be shackled again, this time more intimately under her thumb, would be hypocrisy.

Resolute, Ryoku stepped back, pulling free from Tsunade's grasp. His voice was steady, clear. "I appreciate the offer, Lady Tsunade. But I don't think I'm ready for such a responsibility just yet. Maybe further down the line, once I've seasoned as a shinobi. When I've aged a bit."

Tsunade's frown was brief but genuine. She didn't press. There was a flicker of understanding in her gaze that softened the rejection. Koharu, on the other hand, remained impassive.

"Fine," she said coolly. "You're still young. It would be a waste to lock yourself down with something so static." She paused, as if inspecting him with aged, calculating eyes. "Yes, perhaps we were too hasty. Maybe you'll wisen up with time."

Ryoku forced a smile, bowing respectfully before turning toward the exit. But internally, his gut twisted. Talk of the future always brought a bitter taste. He hadn't forgotten what was coming—Pain's attack. A massacre. A reckoning. If he failed, if he wasn't strong enough, then thousands would die. And unlike the villagers, reincarnation might not be so generous to him a second time. Nagato's Rinne-Rebirth may not work on someone like him.

As he made his way out of the compound, the midday light caught his face just as a hand landed on his shoulder. He spun, instinctively on guard. "Who is tha—?" he began, before his breath caught mid-sentence.

The sight of soft, feminine features and bright, innocent eyes froze him.

"You're Chojuro...?" he asked, feigning ignorance despite knowing the boy's name.

Chojuro nodded shyly, his cheeks flushed a charming rose. "Y-yeah, I am... and your name is?" His gaze was gentle, almost embarrassed.

Ryoku felt a sense of embarrassment engulf him. Of course Chojuro wouldn't recognize him. It's not like he was an important figure or anything. 'If I knew he didn't know my name, I would've just pretended I didn't know his..'

"I'm Ryoku," he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"R-Ryoku... That's a nice name," Chojuro murmured, eyes flickering downward as he fidgeted with his fingers, the compliment hanging heavily in the air.

"I appreciate it," Ryoku said with a soft smile, already starting to turn away. But before he could take a single step, Chojuro's hand gripped his shoulder again—surprisingly firm.

Ryoku blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the power in Chojuro's grip. 'You have to be strong to wield something like Hiramekarei...' he thought, his gaze briefly flicking to the twin-handled sword on Chojuro's back. 'Makes sense, but it's still surprising to say the least. Who would've thought a boy with such gentle features would be so strong..'

"I-I need your help!" Chojuro blurted, interrupting Ryoku's train of thought. "Lady Mei wants me to become like you, so I need you to teach me!"

Ryoku raised a brow, stepping back slightly. "Become like me?" he echoed, trying to decipher what the boy meant. 'I haven't even shown any real skills... Was she referring to confidence? Politics? What does she think I—'

"You and Lady Tsunade and that other woman," Chojuro interrupted, face now burning red, voice trembling yet loud. "What you guys were doing in that room... teach me!"

Ryoku froze. 'No way he's talking about—'

"YES! YOU WERE PUTTING IT INSIDE HER! SHOW ME HOW!"

His heart dropped.

The replacement guards for Asuma and Kakashi, snapped to attention, their heads turning toward the commotion. Ryoku waved them off frantically. "It's nothing!" he shouted.

Chojuro immediately betrayed him: "NO! IT'S A BIG DEAL!"

Ryoku realising trying to keep Chojuro's mouth shut was going to be impossible with reasoning, without a second thought, he clapped a hand over the boy's mouth and vanished in a flicker. Within seconds, they landed deep inside the shaded grove of an empty training ground. Ryoku released him, panting, then exploded.

"You can't just go around yelling things like that!"

"But I need your help!" Chojuro cried, unwavering.

Ryoku scanned the perimeter, confirming their isolation before stepping closer and seizing Chojuro by the collar. His voice dropped to a low, tense whisper. "How the hell do you want me to teach you that?!"

Chojuro's face darkened further, his voice a whisper now too—but one that burned. "With a... practical demonstration..."

His hand brushed Ryoku's crotch.

Ryoku stood frozen, disbelief creeping through him. But Chojuro's eyes were lit with something raw, something desperate. If Ryoku refused, he'd scream. Ryoku knew it. He could already imagine Chojuro chasing him through the streets of Konoha, yelling about wanting sex lessons. No... he didn't have a choice.

With a heavy sigh and a hand pressed to the bridge of his nose, Ryoku stepped forward and placed both hands gently at Chojuro's waist. The boy flinched slightly at the contact.

His hands began to travel downward—slow, deliberate—until his fingertips teased the curve of Chojuro's supple ass.

Chojuro raised his hands to shield his eyes, peeking through his fingers, embarrassed, but too curious to look away completely.

Ryoku's fingers reached the waistband of Chojuro's pants. He tugged them down slightly, revealing a sight that made his brow arch. His ass was bigger than any he'd seen so far. It was plump and firm, ready to be taken.

"Since the time I slapped your ass and saw how it moved... I've wanted a better feel of it," he whispered into Chojuro's ear.

The boy shuddered, tilting his head away, ears turning red under the soft heat of Ryoku's breath.

As Ryoku fully pulled down Chojuro's pants, he noticed that the boy was wearing panties, instead of boxers or any male undergarments. 

"What's a boy doing wearing panties?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Chojuro didn't reply—only turned a deeper crimson and fully covered his eyes in embarrassment. But he didn't pull away.

Ryoku let his hands roam, caressing and gripping the smooth flesh. His fingers were sinking into Chojuro's ass with every light touch. He adjusted his position, squeezing both cheeks firmly in his hands.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and captured Chojuro's lips.

"Mmm..." Chojuro moaned into his mouth, momentarily squirming, but soon melted under the kiss. He began sucking eagerly on Ryoku's invading tongue, his whole body trembling.

'Guess I secretly wanted this too,' Ryoku thought, feeling both his and Chojuro's erections touching. Feeling Chojuro's need pulsing through the tension of their bodies, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

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