Naruto: Impregnation No Jutsu

"Y-Ya-Yahiko, I'm about to cum!" the blue-haired woman riding my dick muttered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and ecstasy.

She used my chest as a support platform, her hands pressing firmly against my pecs as she continued to ride my little brother with a rhythm that could only be described as hypnotic.

Her boobs jiggled and wiggled with every movement, like two perfectly synchronized water balloons, and her face was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated lust.

And in the name of Fang Yuan, she had the most beautiful body I'd ever seen—especially for someone with such a horny expression plastered on her face.

Her cheeks were completely red, like a ripe strawberry, and her skin was so smooth and soft it felt like I was touching silk.

'Shit... she's really tight,' I thought, my mind drifting between admiration and sheer pleasure. And no, I don't mean admiration in a simp way—get your mind out of the gutter.

I mean it like an artist admiring a masterpiece. Every curve, every movement, every sound she made was like was like a symphony of Sexiness.

But just as I was lost in my thoughts, her vagina suddenly gripped even harder around my dick, squeezing it like a hydraulic press crushing a banana.

But In this case the banana is getting crushed from all four sides.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made my toes curl and my brain short-circuit for a second.

.....

Now I had two options:

Throw away this woman and try to figure out my current situation.

Let's fuck this woman first.

These two ideologies emerged in my mind like capitalism and communism, fighting for dominance.

It was like a mental tug-of-war, with each side pulling harder than the last. And just like in those old cartoons, two chibi figures appeared in front of my eyes as time seemed to stop midway.

One was an angel—adorable, with six wings, a floating halo, and a face that screamed, "I'm here to judge your life choices." His tiny robe was pristine white, and his eyes were the kind of piercing blue that made you feel guilty even if you hadn't done anything wrong.

The other was his twin, but with a devilish twist: no wings, a pair of tiny horns on his head, and a smirk that said, "I'm here to make your life interesting."

His outfit was all black, with a little pitchfork that looked more like a toy than a weapon.

The angel chibbi looked at me with his judgmental eyes and said, "Come on, Aster. Is it really good manners to fuck a stranger?"

He paused for a breath, his tiny chest puffing up like a self-righteous pigeon, before continuing, "Hmm? Tell me." His eyes and face were full of an expression that practically yelled:

"I DON'T NEED SLEEP! I NEED ANSWERS!"

But before I could even react to his question, the demon chibbi teleported behind the angel chibbi and kicked him off the bed.

Well, not literally off the bed—more like into the void of my subconscious. The angel chibbi let out a tiny, high-pitched scream as he tumbled into the abyss, his halo spinning like a frisbee.

"Yo, Aster. Listen," the demon chibbi began, his voice oozing confidence. It was the kind of confidence that made you think he could sell ice to a penguin.

"Think about how many women you've fucked in one-night stands." He paused, clearly trying to build up some dramatic tension for his next words.

"Were they not strangers? What's so different about fucking this chick?" He stopped, glancing at the blue-haired woman who was frozen in time, her face still flushed and her body mid-motion.

Then, with a shrug, he added, "Just fuck her first and figure out your situation later."

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

As soon as the demon chibbi finished his sentence, the angel chibbi came flying back like a tiny, winged missile.

He executed a perfect choke-slam on the demon chibbi, sending him tumbling off the bed, and then turned to me with eyes full of righteous anger.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" the angel chibbi shouted, his voice echoing in my mind like a church bell on Sunday morning.

But you know what?

Fuck it.

I'll figure out my situation later. Let's fuck this woman first.

Yeah, that's what gentlemen do. They don't leave a woman on the verge of cumming alone. They make sure she cums—dozens of times, if necessary—before she collapses in a heap of satisfaction.

With that in mind, I grabbed the blue-haired woman by her waist and pulled her up and down at a speed that was basically ten times faster than her original pace.

Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as she gasped, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Y-Yahiko! W-what are you—ahhh!" Her words dissolved into a moan as I took control, my hands gripping her hips like a vice.

Her body bounced on top of me, her breasts jiggling wildly with every movement, and her thighs trembled as she tried to keep up with the new rhythm.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, loud and rhythmic, like a drumbeat in some primal, erotic symphony.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and her nails dug into my shoulders, leaving little crescent marks that I knew I'd feel later.

"F-faster... please..." she begged, her voice breaking as she clung to me, her body writhing in pleasure.

I obliged, increasing the pace even more. Her back arched, her head thrown back as she let out a cry that was half scream, half moan.

Her body tightened around me, her walls clamping down on my dick like a vice, and I could feel her trembling as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.

"Y-Yahiko... I'm... I'm gonna..." she stammered, her words cut off by another gasp as her body convulsed. She came hard, her entire body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

But I wasn't done.

I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me as I continued to thrust, each movement driving her closer to the edge again.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and her hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto.

"Y-Yahiko... I can't... I can't take it anymore..." she whimpered, her voice trembling as her body tightened around me once more.

"Yes, you can," I growled, my voice low and rough as I leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Her moans were muffled against my mouth, her body writhing beneath me as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

By the time I finally let her rest, she was a trembling, sweaty mess, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her hair was a tangled mess, her skin glistening with sweat, and her eyes were half-lidded, filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Y-Yahiko..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she collapsed onto the bed.

"Yeah?" I asked, still catching my breath.

"You're... amazing," she said before passing out, her body going limp as sleep claimed her.

I smirked, leaning back against the headboard. Yeah, I am.

Now, about that situation I was supposed to figure out...

{Congratulations! You have fucked Konan and taken her virginity!}

{Please select one of the three rewards:}

Recipe for top-tier paper bombsOne-time use of Konan's paper body for 1 minute1,000 gold coins

"Ehhhh..."

{A/N: I was planning to write the most erotic piece of smut known to mankind, but then I somehow came just from the feeling of seeing my favorite hentai while writing this chapter.

And then I had to finish writing this with post-nut clarity.

So yeah, I agree—this shit was mid. But the next one? It'll be peak. PEAK! I swear upon my one-dollar bill.}