Kushina Forbidden Bonds

by Quicksliver

Summary:

Kushina returns home after three years of training her students. Naruto instantly notices how distant she had become but only with him. Discovering the true relationship between Kushina and her students leads him to want revenge on the little brats.

Chapter 1

Kushina's Forbidden Bonds

 

Chapter 1

 

Commissioned by Anonymous

 

TW: NTR and Cheating

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The sun hung low over the dense forest, casting elongated shadows that danced with the rustling leaves. Kushina, her red hair tied back in a high ponytail, watched her team as they spared in the clearing. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and mischievousness, her presence commanding yet approachable. The team was in the midst of a rigorous training session, each member pushing their limits under her watchful gaze.

 

"That's it! Put more power into your strikes!" Kushina's voice rang out, both encouraging and demanding. She moved with a grace that belied her strength, her body a testament to years of disciplined training. She approached Daichi, her lips curling into a playful smile. "You're holding back. Don't make me come over there and show you how it's done."

 

Daichi blushed, momentarily distracted by her teasing tone. Kushina's flirtatious nature was well-known among her team, a trait that added a layer of complexity to their interactions. Her flirtation was not about seduction but rather a way to challenge and push them further, breaking down their insecurities. She moved closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I know you can do better. Show me your true strength."

 

As the training session continued, the air grew thick with the scent of sweat and determination. Kushina's own chakra flared occasionally, a reminder of the immense power she held within. The Kyuubi's energy simmered beneath her skin, controlled yet ever-present. Her connection with the beast was a constant dance of dominance and balance, a reminder of the sacrifice she made to protect her son, Naruto.

 

Before her team arrived, Naruto had been her sole focus, her anchor in the tumultuous sea of her life. Their bond went beyond that of a typical mother and son. Since Minato's death, they had become each other's lifeline, sharing an intimacy that was profound and unbreakable. This closeness had grown naturally within the Uzumaki clan, where bloodline bonds were revered and the taboo of incest did not exist. Their relationship, though unconventional to outsiders, was deeply rooted in love and mutual respect. It was this very bond that influenced Kushina's view on relationships within her team, fostering a sense of closeness and unity that transcended societal norms.

 

During a brief break, Kushina gathered her team around her, her demeanor shifting from stern instructor to a more relaxed, almost maternal figure. She handed out water and ruffled the hair of the nearest student, Kenta. "You all did well today. Remember, strength isn't just about power. It's about control and understanding your limits."

 

Her eyes lingered on the horizon, where the sun was now dipping below the treeline, casting a golden hue over the forest. "We have three years to become the best versions of ourselves. And I promise you, by the end of this, you'll all be stronger than you ever imagined."

 

Yuta, emboldened by her words, spoke up. "Sensei, what about you? What drives you to keep training so hard?"

 

Kushina's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes before she masked it with a smile. "I have my reasons," she said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of untold stories. "But for now, let's focus on you. Your growth is my priority."

 

As night fell and the campfire crackled to life, Kushina sat with her team, sharing stories and laughter. The bonds they forged in these moments of camaraderie were as important as any battle they faced. Her flirtatious banter, her unwavering support, and her relentless drive created a unique environment where her team could thrive.

 

In the flickering firelight, she looked around at her students, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and affection. The three-year journey ahead would be challenging, but together, they would overcome every obstacle. And through it all, Kushina would be there, guiding them with her strength, her wisdom, and her indomitable spirit.

 

……

 

Naruto stood at the edge of the training field, his eyes fixed on the group that had just returned from their three-year journey. His mother, Kushina, was at the center, her vibrant red hair a beacon in the gathering crowd. Her students, though visibly stronger, didn't quite exude the power he expected from three years of intense, private training with one of Konoha's best.

 

He watched as they interacted, his sharp eyes noticing the subtle hesitations and glances exchanged among them. Something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. His own training with Jiraiya and Tsunade had pushed him to new heights, and he had expected similar results from his mother's team. Yet, there was a palpable difference in their demeanor and energy.

 

"Oi, Naruto!" Sakura's voice broke his train of thought. She approached, her expression mirroring his curiosity. "Have you noticed anything strange about Kushina-sensei's team?"

 

Naruto nodded, his brows furrowing. "Yeah, they seem... off. Not as strong as they should be. And did you see that baby they brought back?"

 

Sakura glanced over to where the baby was being handed to a member of the Konoha orphanage. The infant had no distinct Uzumaki features, which had quelled some of the initial rumors. "They said they found the baby during their travels," she replied, skepticism lacing her tone. "But something about it doesn't sit right with me."

 

Naruto's gaze shifted back to his mother. Kushina was laughing with her students, her flirtatious nature evident even in these casual moments. Yet, there was a shadow in her eyes, a heaviness that hadn't been there before. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

 

Determined to get to the bottom of it, Naruto made his way to Kushina, his usual grin masking his concern. "Hey, Mom! Welcome back!" he called out, his voice bright and cheerful.

 

Kushina turned, her face lighting up at the sight of her son. "Naruto! Look at you, all grown up!" She enveloped him in a tight hug, her familiar warmth momentarily dispelling his worries.

 

As they pulled apart, Naruto decided to probe gently. "So, how was the training? Your students look pretty strong, but..." He trailed off, hoping she would fill in the gaps.

 

Kushina's smile faltered for a brief second before she regained her composure. "It was intense. We faced many challenges, but they grew a lot. There's more to strength than just power, you know."

 

Naruto nodded, not entirely convinced. "And the baby? Must've been quite a journey to find one and bring it back."

 

Kushina's eyes softened as she glanced at the infant. "Yeah, we found him abandoned. It didn't feel right to leave him, so we brought him back. He's safe now."

 

Naruto stood apart from the bustling crowd, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. He watched Kushina laugh and tease her students, her demeanor warm and affectionate. Bitterness welled up inside him, a sharp contrast to the joy of their reunion. He couldn't understand why she had chosen to spend those three years training others instead of being with him, her own son.

 

His thoughts drifted back to his own training with Jiraiya and Tsunade. It had been intense and rewarding, but he had always felt a pang of longing for the maternal comfort he had missed out on. The closeness Kushina shared with her students only deepened that ache, a reminder of what he yearned for but never had.

 

Naruto clenched his fists, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He remembered the times he had spied on his classmates, envying their close-knit family bonds. The images played out vividly in his mind, each one a stab to his heart.

 

He recalled the day he had stumbled upon Sasuke and Mikoto in the kitchen. He had been sneaking around, trying to catch a glimpse of what normal family life looked like. Instead, he had been shocked to see Sasuke with his mother, their bodies entwined in the Sagittarius sex position on the kitchen table. Mikoto's soft moans and Sasuke's intense focus had etched themselves into Naruto's memory, a stark reminder of the intimacy he lacked.

 

Then there was the time he had hidden in the bushes during one of Kiba's training sessions. What he witnessed had left him reeling. Kiba, Hana, and Tsume were a tangle of limbs, the ground beneath them a testament to their forbidden bond. Tsume, heavily pregnant, moved with a primal grace, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of nature. Hana's hands gripped the earth, her body arching in sync with Kiba's powerful thrusts. The sight had been overwhelming, a stark contrast to Naruto's lonely existence.

…..

 

Naruto's thoughts wandered back to a memory that had both fascinated and tormented him. He wished his relationship with his mother could be as close and intimate as the one he had once witnessed between Sasuke and Mikoto.

 

Late one night, Naruto had found himself wandering through the quiet streets of the Uchiha district, curiosity driving him to peek into the lives of others. He had heard rumors and whispers about the unique bond between Sasuke and Mikoto, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he glanced through the window of their home.

 

Inside the warmly lit kitchen, Mikoto was with Sasuke, but they were far from having a normal family conversation. Mikoto, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, was seated on the kitchen table, her legs wrapped around Sasuke's waist. The soft glow of the kitchen light highlighted the sweat glistening on their skin as they moved together in a slow, rhythmic dance.

 

Mikoto's head was thrown back in ecstasy, her lips parted as soft moans escaped her. Sasuke's hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he thrust into her. Their bodies were perfectly synchronized, the intensity of their connection evident in every motion.

 

"Mom, you feel so good," Sasuke murmured, his voice filled with raw desire. His eyes were locked onto hers, a mix of lust and love shining in their depths.

 

Mikoto's response was a breathless moan. "Sasuke, don't stop," she pleaded, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "I need you."

 

The sight was mesmerizing, a blend of forbidden intimacy and undeniable passion. Mikoto's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. Sasuke leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Mikoto's moans grew louder, her body arching towards him in response.

 

"Sasuke, I'm so close," Mikoto gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her hips moved faster, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor.

 

Sasuke's grip on her hips tightened, his own movements becoming more urgent. "Come for me, Mom," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you."

 

With a final, shuddering cry, Mikoto reached her climax, her body convulsing in pleasure. Sasuke followed shortly after, his groans mingling with her moans as they rode out their orgasms together. The sight of their mutual ecstasy was both shocking and captivating.

 

Naruto had slipped away quietly that night, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of Mikoto and Sasuke's intimate encounter stayed with him, a constant reminder of the unique bonds in this world that he yearned for but never had. The closeness, the connection, the love—they were all things he craved deeply.

 

Naruto's mind, still reeling from the memory of Sasuke and Mikoto, shifted to another friend, Kiba. The world he lived in was so different from the one he had known, where familial bonds often transcended traditional boundaries. He couldn't help but think about the forbidden intimacy between Kiba, his mother Tsume, and his sister Hana. It was another relationship that highlighted the closeness and complexity Naruto yearned for but had never experienced.

 

Naruto had stumbled upon their secret once, during a late-night training session in the woods near the Inuzuka compound. He had heard strange noises and, driven by curiosity, had approached quietly, hiding behind a thick bush to observe.

 

In the moonlit clearing, Tsume was on her hands and knees, her body glistening with sweat. Kiba was behind her, thrusting into her with powerful, primal movements. His animalistic grunts mixed with Tsume's moans of pleasure, the sounds echoing through the night. Hana, kneeling beside them, was watching intently, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation.

 

"Kiba, don't stop," Tsume gasped, her voice rough with desire. "Harder, my son, harder!"

 

Kiba's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Mom, you feel amazing," he growled, his eyes blazing with need. His body moved with a raw, untamed energy, every muscle rippling with effort.

 

Hana, unable to wait any longer, moved closer. She leaned in and kissed Tsume deeply, their tongues tangling in a heated embrace. Her hands roamed over her mother's body, caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Tsume moaned into the kiss, her body arching towards Hana's touch.

 

"Mom, Hana, I love you both so much," Kiba panted, his voice filled with emotion. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a blend of familial love and raw, sexual desire.

 

Hana broke the kiss and moved behind Kiba, her hands sliding down his back to his buttocks. "Let me join in, Kiba," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I want to feel you too."

 

Kiba nodded, pulling out of Tsume reluctantly. Hana positioned herself beneath Tsume, her head between her mother's thighs. She began to lick and suck at Tsume's wet folds, her tongue exploring every inch. Tsume's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

 

Kiba, now fully aroused again, positioned himself behind Hana. He entered her slowly, his cock sliding into her slick entrance. Hana gasped, her body responding eagerly to the intrusion. "Kiba, yes," she moaned, her voice muffled by Tsume's pussy. "Fuck me harder, brother."

 

The three of them moved together in a rhythm that spoke of practiced intimacy. Kiba's thrusts into Hana were mirrored by her movements against Tsume, their bodies a tangle of limbs and sweat. The sounds of their pleasure filled the air, a symphony of moans, grunts, and wet, slapping flesh.

 

Naruto watched in stunned silence, his emotions a chaotic mix of jealousy and fascination. The sight of his friend and his family sharing such an intimate bond was both shocking and captivating. He couldn't help but feel a deep longing for the same kind of connection with his own mother, a bond that went beyond the traditional boundaries of family.

 

As Kiba's thrusts became more frantic, Tsume and Hana's cries grew louder. "Kiba, I'm going to come," Tsume gasped, her body shaking with anticipation.

 

"Me too," Hana echoed, her voice breathless with pleasure.

 

With a final, powerful thrust, Kiba sent them all over the edge. Tsume screamed her release, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Hana followed moments later, her moans muffled by her mother's thighs. Kiba groaned loudly, his own orgasm overtaking him as he filled Hana with his seed.

 

The three of them collapsed in a heap, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. They lay there, panting and satisfied, their bond stronger than ever.

 

Naruto slipped away quietly, his mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. The memory of Kiba, Tsume, and Hana's threesome stayed with him, a constant reminder of the unique relationships in this world despite how taboo it may be. It was a world where familial love often blurred with sexual intimacy, creating complex bonds that Naruto both envied and yearned for.

 

As he thought about his mother and her students, Naruto couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find the same kind of closeness and connection.

 

….

 

Naruto shook his head, trying to dispel the memories. They only served to heighten his jealousy and bitterness. He felt like an outsider looking in, denied the familial connections that seemed so natural to others. His mother's return, instead of bringing him joy, had reopened old wounds and added new layers of pain.

 

As the sun set and the festivities continued, Naruto found himself retreating further into the shadows. He couldn't face Kushina, not when his heart was a storm of conflicting emotions. The longing for his mother's love, the jealousy of her students, and the haunting images of his classmates' intimate moments all collided within him.

 

He watched Kushina from a distance, her laughter ringing out in the twilight. She was so close, yet so far away. The three years had changed them both, but the distance between them felt insurmountable. Naruto's heart ached for the connection he craved, but for now, all he could do was watch and wait, hoping that someday he might find the bond he so desperately sought.

 

Naruto tried to shake off the bitterness, reminding himself of the bonds he had formed during his own training. His time with Jiraiya and Tsunade had been transformative in more ways than one. He had grown not only in strength but also in unexpected relationships that had brought him solace.

 

He thought back to the nights spent with Tsunade, the legendary Sannin who had become more than just a mentor. Despite the initial shock of their relationship, it had grown into something deep and meaningful. Tsunade, with her wisdom and strength, had filled a void in his heart. Their connection had been intense, and although she couldn't bear children due to her age, the bond they shared was profound.

 

Then there was Shizune. Gentle and kind, she had been a comforting presence throughout his training. Their relationship had blossomed naturally, a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of his bond with Tsunade. Naruto's heart swelled with warmth as he recalled the moment Shizune had told him she was pregnant. The news had been a beacon of hope, a symbol of the new family he was building despite the circumstances.

 

Naruto's thoughts returned to the present, and he forced a smile as he approached Kushina and her team. The jealousy still simmered, but he knew he couldn't let it consume him. He had his own family to think about now, and he couldn't afford to dwell on the past.

 

Kushina's eyes lit up as she saw him approaching. "Naruto, you look deep in thought. Everything okay?"

 

Naruto nodded, his smile becoming more genuine. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind. It's good to have you back, Mom."

 

Kushina's expression softened, and she reached out to ruffle his hair. "It's good to be back. We have a lot to catch up on."

 

…..

 

A Few Days Later

 

Naruto's curiosity got the better of him one afternoon, leading him to a small, dusty storage room in his family's home. Among the clutter, he found a videotape labeled "Training Trip." Intrigued and slightly apprehensive, he decided to play it, hoping it might shed some light on the past three years of his mother's mysterious journey with her team.

 

As the tape began, the screen flickered to life with scenes of various locations—hotels, tents, and wild landscapes. Naruto's heart raced as he recognized his mother, Kushina, and her team. The footage was raw and unfiltered, capturing moments of intense intimacy. He leaned forward, his eyes glued to the screen.

 

In the first scene, they were in a hotel room, dimly lit by the warm glow of a bedside lamp. Kushina's laughter filled the room, her body moving with a grace and confidence that was mesmerizing. She was naked, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her students surrounded her, their hands exploring every inch of her body. The camera captured the intensity of the moment, the raw passion in their movements.

 

Kushina's moans were soft at first, growing louder as the pleasure built. "Yes, just like that," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room—heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the unmistakable rhythm of bodies in sync. Her students took turns, each one bringing her to the peak of ecstasy in different ways. One moment, she was on her back, her legs spread wide as a student thrust into her, their movements synchronized. The next, she was riding another, her hips moving in a sensual dance that left them both gasping for breath. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, culminating in a final, intense climax that left her shuddering and moaning.

 

The scene shifted to a tent in the wilderness, the canvas walls illuminated by the flickering light of a campfire. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth. Kushina was on all fours, her body bathed in the warm glow of the fire. One of her students was behind her, thrusting with a primal intensity. Another was beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. The camera zoomed in on her face, capturing the sheer ecstasy in her eyes as she was taken from both ends. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. Her moans were louder here, unrestrained and wild. "Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking with each thrust. Her student complied, his movements becoming more frenzied until he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with his seed. Her body tensed, and she let out a loud, guttural moan as she came, the pleasure overwhelming her senses.

 

The next scene was even more raw. They were outside, completely naked under the open sky. The moonlight bathed their bodies in a silvery glow. Kushina was pinned against a tree, her legs wrapped around the waist of one of her students. Another stood behind her, his hands exploring her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she cried out in pleasure. The camera captured every detail—the way her body arched against the tree, the flush of her skin, the intensity in her eyes. Her moans were louder, more desperate. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the rustle of leaves beneath them, and her cries of ecstasy filled the night air. Her student behind her reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in time with their thrusts. She trembled, her body wracked with waves of pleasure, until she finally came, her juices flowing down her thighs.

 

In another scene, they were by a river, the gentle sound of water flowing in the background. Kushina was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as she took one of her students deep into her mouth. The camera captured the glistening trail of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft, her eyes closed in concentration. Her moans were muffled, but the pleasure on her face was unmistakable. The student groaned, his hips thrusting gently as he approached his climax. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed spilling into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her tongue swirling around him to catch every drop. Another student approached her from behind, and she shifted her position, presenting herself to him. He entered her with a single thrust, her body welcoming him eagerly. Her moans grew louder as he pounded into her, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. When he finally came, he pulled out and spilled his seed across her back, marking her with his essence.

 

The scenes continued, each one more intense and adventurous than the last. In one, she was tied to a bed, her body writhing in ecstasy as her students took turns pleasuring her. In another, she was bent over a rock, her cries echoing through the canyon as she was taken from behind. Each scene was a testament to their shared passion and trust, the camera capturing every intimate moment in vivid detail.

 

The final scene was the most shocking. It took place on a cliff at night, the moonlight casting a serene glow over the landscape. Kushina was heavily pregnant, her belly rounded with the promise of new life. She stood with one of her students, the father of her child, their bodies pressed close together. Her hands roamed over his chest, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This baby is proof of that."

 

Kushina moaned softly, her head tilting back as he kissed her neck. "Yes, I'm yours," she replied, her voice tinged with guilt. The camera captured the way her body responded to his touch, her hips grinding against him. He lifted her effortlessly, positioning her so that she straddled him. They moved together, their bodies joining in a slow, intimate rhythm. "Tell me," he demanded, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me who you belong to."

 

She hesitated, a flash of pain crossing her features. "I belong to you," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. The student groaned, thrusting deeper into her. "That's right. Forget about Naruto. You're mine now."

 

Her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Yes, yes," she cried, her body trembling with pleasure. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed across the cliff, mingling with the soft rustle of the wind. He continued to thrust into her, each movement more powerful than the last. When he finally came, he filled her with his seed, her body shuddering in response. They held each other close, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high.

 

Naruto watched in a trance, unable to tear his eyes away. The tape was a window into a world he had never imagined, revealing a side of his mother he had never known. As the final scene played out, the camera lingered on Kushina's face, her expression one of pure satisfaction and contentment. The tape ended with her laughing softly, her body still entwined with her students.

 

Naruto sat back, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. The tape had answered some questions but raised even more. The depth of the bond between Kushina and her students was clear, but the reasons behind it remained a mystery. He knew he had to confront his mother, to understand the choices she had made and the secrets she had kept.

 

For now, he could only sit in silence, the sounds of her moans and the images of their passion replaying in his mind. The journey ahead would be complicated, but Naruto was determined to uncover the truth, no matter where it led.

 

Naruto's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of rage and betrayal coursing through his veins. He could hardly believe what he had just seen, the images of his mother with her students burned into his mind. The final scene, with Kushina pregnant and submitting to her students' possessive declarations, was the most damning of all. His hands shook as he ejected the tape, quickly putting it back in its place. He had to confront her, demand answers, but before he could make a move, he heard footsteps approaching.

 

Panicking, Naruto glanced around and saw a closet nearby. He dove into it, closing the door just as the main door opened. He held his breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he peeked through the slats.

 

Kushina entered the room, followed by two of her students, Daichi and Kenta. They were laughing, their voices casual and carefree, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside Naruto. "I just need to grab something," Kushina said, moving towards the area where Naruto had found the tape. Daichi, a tall young man with dark hair, followed her closely, his hand brushing against her lower back in a gesture that seemed almost possessive.

 

Naruto's fists clenched, his anger threatening to boil over. How could she betray him like this? He had always idolized his mother, and now all he could see were the images of her with her students, her moans of pleasure, and the look of satisfaction on her face.

 

As Kushina rummaged through a drawer, Kenta, a lean boy with spiky blonde hair, leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning the room. "Do you think Naruto suspects anything?" he asked casually.

 

Kushina paused, her back to Naruto. "No," she said quietly. "He doesn't know. And it's better that way."

 

Daichi smirked, moving closer to Kushina. "Good. We don't need him getting in the way."

 

Naruto bit his lip, trying to keep his breathing quiet. He could feel the rage building inside him, the urge to burst out of the closet and confront them almost overpowering. But he forced himself to stay hidden, to listen and gather more information.

 

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Daichi moved closer to Kushina, his hands resting on her hips. "Let's not think about that now," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck.

 

Kushina's demeanor changed instantly. She giggled, a flirtatious lilt to her voice. "You're right," she purred, turning to face him. "Let's focus on something more... enjoyable."

 

Naruto's fists clenched even tighter as he watched his mother transform into a seductress before his eyes. Kenta moved in behind her, his hands sliding up her sides and over her breasts, which had grown fuller and more sensitive due to her pregnancy. "Kushina-sensei," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so beautiful."

 

Kushina moaned softly, leaning back against Kenta as Daichi claimed her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his chest, tugging at his shirt. "Mmm, you boys are so naughty," she teased between kisses. "I love it."

 

Daichi slid his hands under her shirt, lifting it over her head and exposing her lacy bra. He kissed down her neck, his lips tracing a path to her cleavage, which was more pronounced and sensitive due to her pregnancy. "Let's get you out of these clothes," he said, his voice husky with desire.

 

Kenta unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped her fuller breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her sensitive nipples until they were hard and erect. "You like that, don't you, Kushina-sensei?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

 

Kushina moaned louder, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Yes," she breathed. "I love it."

 

Daichi moved down her body, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs. He kissed along her inner thighs, his breath hot against her skin. "You're so wet already," he murmured, pressing his fingers against the damp fabric of her panties.

 

Kushina whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. "Please," she begged. "I need you."

 

Naruto watched in stunned silence as the students stripped her completely, their hands exploring every inch of her body. Daichi finally pulled her panties off, tossing them aside before positioning himself between her legs. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he thrust into her with one powerful motion.

 

Kushina cried out, her nails digging into his back. "Yes, yes," she moaned, her body arching against him. "More!"

 

Kenta moved around to her side, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her mouth to his cock. She took him eagerly, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as she moaned around his length.

 

Naruto's anger boiled over, but he forced himself to remain silent. The sight of his mother acting so wantonly, her body writhing in pleasure, was too much to bear. He knew he had to confront her, but not now. Not like this.

 

As the students took turns pleasuring her, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of practiced intimacy, Naruto felt a sense of betrayal so deep it threatened to consume him. His mother had become a stranger, and he didn't know how to reconcile the woman he had seen in the tape with the mother he thought he knew.

 

Daichi pounded into her harder, his movements becoming frantic. Kushina's cries grew louder, more desperate, as she neared her climax. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, more sensitive and full from her pregnancy. "I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, let me come!"

 

Kenta tightened his grip on her hair, his other hand stroking himself faster. "Come for us, Kushina-sensei," he commanded. "Show us how much you love it."

 

With a final, powerful thrust, Daichi pushed her over the edge. Kushina screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. Her juices coated his cock, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. He groaned loudly, his own climax following soon after as he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with his seed.

 

Kenta groaned as well, his hips jerking as he came, spilling his seed into her mouth. Kushina moaned around his length, swallowing eagerly before pulling away, her lips and chin glistening with his release.

 

Both students pulled out of her and stood up, their cocks still hard and dripping. Kushina lay back, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, her skin glistening with sweat and cum. Daichi and Kenta stroked themselves above her, their eyes locked on her flushed, satisfied face.

 

"Let's finish this properly," Daichi said with a smirk. He and Kenta began to stroke themselves faster, their hands moving in unison as they prepared to come again.

 

Kushina looked up at them, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Yes, please," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Coat me in your cum."

 

Naruto's rage reached its boiling point as he watched them pleasure themselves over his mother's prone body. Daichi and Kenta groaned in unison as they reached their climaxes, their cum spurting out to cover Kushina's face, breasts, and stomach. She moaned, her hands moving to spread the warm fluid over her skin, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

 

As the students finished and began to clean themselves up, Kushina's hand moved to her belly, a soft, contented smile on her lips. "I think it's time to tell him," she said softly, her voice barely audible.

 

Daichi glanced at her, his eyes narrowing. "Tell who? Naruto?"

 

Kushina nodded, her hand still resting on her belly. "Yes. He deserves to know."

 

Naruto's mind raced. Could it be? Was she pregnant again? The revelation hit him like a punch to the gut, his anger and betrayal intensifying. His mother had not only betrayed him but was also carrying another child, likely fathered by one of her students.

 

Kenta smirked and moved closer to Kushina, his hand caressing her still-flat belly. "Once you give birth to this baby, can I be the next one to fill you up and get you pregnant again?" he asked, his voice dripping with possessiveness and lust.

 

Kushina giggled, her eyes fluttering with a mix of arousal and guilt. "Let's take it one step at a time," she replied, her voice soft and teasing.

 

As he watched them leave the room, his resolve hardened. He would not let this betrayal go unpunished. With the help of his teachers, he would ensure that his mother's students and their children faced the consequences of their actions. The journey ahead would be difficult, but Naruto was determined. He wouldn't rest until he had the answers he needed, and he would make sure justice was served.

 

…..

 

Naruto's anger simmered beneath the surface as he stormed back to his training quarters. The images of his mother with her students played over and over in his mind, each one a fresh stab of betrayal. He needed an outlet, something to vent his frustration and rage.

 

Tsunade was waiting for him, her eyes filled with concern as he entered the room. "Naruto, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

 

He didn't answer, his gaze intense as he crossed the room in a few strides. Without a word, he pulled her into a rough kiss, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Tsunade responded with a soft moan, her body melting against his. She could sense the turmoil within him, the anger and hurt that needed release.

 

Naruto broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "I need you, now," he growled, his voice thick with emotion.

 

Tsunade nodded, understanding the urgency in his tone. She allowed him to guide her to the bed, his hands never leaving her body. He stripped her clothes off with a mix of tenderness and desperation, his touch both gentle and demanding. Her breasts spilled free, and he wasted no time, his mouth closing over a nipple and sucking hard. Tsunade arched her back, her hands tangling in his hair as she gasped with pleasure.

 

"Naruto," she moaned, her voice filled with need. "Please, don't stop."

 

He didn't need any more encouragement. He shoved his own clothes off, his cock already hard and throbbing. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locking onto hers as he thrust into her with one powerful motion. Tsunade cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

 

Naruto's movements were driven by a primal need, each thrust hard and fast, his anger fueling his every motion. "You feel so good, Tsunade," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I need to fuck you, hard."

 

Tsunade's moans grew louder, her body rocking with each powerful stroke. "Yes, Naruto," she gasped, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder. I need it."

 

He complied, his pace becoming more frantic as he pounded into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Tsunade's cries of pleasure spurred him on, his anger and need blending into a single, overpowering drive to claim her completely.

 

The door creaked open, and Shizune walked in, her eyes widening at the sight before her. For a moment, she stood frozen, her cheeks flushing with arousal. Then, she moved closer, her hands already working to remove her clothes. Her pregnant belly was prominent, a testament to the life growing inside her.

 

Naruto noticed her presence but didn't slow his pace. "Shizune," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Come here."

 

Shizune approached the bed, her eyes dark with desire. She climbed onto the mattress, her hands caressing Tsunade's breasts before moving down to where Naruto's cock was thrusting into her. She stroked herself as she watched, her fingers gliding over her wet folds.

 

Tsunade reached out, pulling Shizune closer until their lips met in a heated kiss. The sight drove Naruto wild, his thrusts becoming almost brutal as he claimed Tsunade with all the pent-up anger and frustration within him.

 

"Naruto," Tsunade cried out, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. "I'm going to come."

 

"Me too," Shizune moaned, her fingers moving faster over her clit.

 

Naruto felt his own climax approaching, the tight heat of Tsunade's body driving him to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed spilling into her with a guttural groan. Tsunade followed soon after, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name.

 

Shizune's climax hit moments later, her cries of pleasure mingling with theirs as she shuddered with release. She collapsed beside Tsunade, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pregnant belly rising and falling with each breath.

 

Naruto pulled out of Tsunade, his cock still hard and throbbing. He moved to Shizune, his need not yet sated. He entered her with a single thrust, her wetness welcoming him eagerly. Her pregnant belly pressed against him, adding to the intensity of their connection.

 

"Naruto," Shizune moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

 

He complied, his anger still simmering beneath the surface as he pounded into her. Tsunade watched, her hand moving between her legs to touch herself as she recovered from her own climax.

 

Naruto's thrusts were relentless, each one driving deeper into Shizune's core. She matched his rhythm, her body moving in perfect sync with his. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of desire and need.

 

With a final, powerful thrust, Naruto came again, his seed spilling into Shizune as she cried out in ecstasy. They collapsed together, their bodies entwined, the intensity of their lovemaking leaving them both breathless.

 

As they lay together, the anger and betrayal that had driven Naruto began to fade, replaced by a sense of satisfaction and relief. He had found solace in their arms, and now, he could focus on the plans that lay ahead.

 

He would make sure his mother's students paid for their betrayal. With Tsunade and Shizune by his side, he would ensure that justice was served, and he would reclaim his family's honor. The journey ahead would be difficult, but Naruto was resolute. He wouldn't rest until he had the answers he needed, and he would make sure his mother and her students faced the consequences of their actions.

 

He saw himself standing in a dimly lit room, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and desire. Kushina stood before him, her body trembling with anticipation and guilt. She was as beautiful as ever, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes filled with a desperate plea for forgiveness.

 

"Naruto, please," she whispered, her voice quivering. "I'm sorry."

 

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, his hands gripping her shoulders and pulling her into a rough, passionate kiss. She moaned against his lips, her body melting into his, her hands clutching at his back.

 

Naruto broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with emotion. "I need you to understand that."

 

Kushina nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and arousal. "Yes, Naruto," she whispered. "I'm yours."

 

He didn't waste any time. His hands moved to her clothes, tearing them off with a mix of tenderness and desperation. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his fingers, her body responding eagerly to his touch. He stripped her bare, his eyes roaming over her curves, his need for her growing with each passing second.

 

Kushina reached for him, her hands fumbling with his clothes, but he pushed her hands away. "No," he said, his voice commanding. "Let me do it."

 

She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched him undress. His cock was hard and throbbing, the sight of her naked and vulnerable fueling his desire. He positioned her against the wall, her hands bracing against it as he moved behind her.

 

He entered her with one powerful thrust, a guttural moan escaping both of their lips. Kushina's body arched, her back pressing against his chest as he filled her completely. "Naruto," she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Please, don't stop."

 

He didn't intend to. His movements were driven by a primal need, each thrust hard and fast, his anger fueling his every motion. "You feel so good," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I need to fuck you, hard."

 

Kushina's moans grew louder, her body rocking with each powerful stroke. "Yes, Naruto," she cried out, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder. I need it."

 

He complied, his pace becoming more frantic as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw, unrestrained passion. Kushina's cries of pleasure spurred him on, his anger and need blending into a single, overpowering drive to claim her completely.

 

In his mind, the scene shifted. They were no longer in a dimly lit room but standing on a cliff, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over their entwined bodies. Behind him, he envisioned an equally pregnant Tsunade and Shizune watching, their eyes filled with approval and support.

 

Naruto's hands moved to Kushina's breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as he continued to thrust into her. She moaned louder, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Naruto, I'm going to come," she gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.

 

"Me too," he growled, his movements becoming more erratic. "Come for me, Kushina. Show me how much you need this."

 

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushed her over the edge. Kushina screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. Her juices coated his cock, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. He followed soon after, his own climax tearing through him as he buried himself deep inside her, his seed spilling into her with a guttural groan.

 

As they collapsed together, the fantasy began to fade, replaced by the stark reality of his anger and betrayal. Naruto's resolve hardened. He would not let this betrayal go unpunished. He would confront his mother and her students, and he would make them pay for what they had done. With the help of his teachers, he would erase Kushina's students and their children from existence.

 

......

 

To be continued....

 

 

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2

 

Kushina Forbidden Bonds

Chapter 2

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Naruto lay between Tsunade and Shizune, the sheets tangled around their legs, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat. Tsunade's voluptuous curves were accentuated by the soft candlelight, her skin glowing with a golden hue. Her ample breasts rose and fell with each breath, and the faint sheen of perspiration made her look ethereal. Shizune's lithe frame contrasted beautifully with Tsunade's; her slender waist and delicate features gave her an almost fragile appearance, but Naruto knew better. Her dark hair fanned out over the pillow, framing her face, and her soft, pale skin was equally captivating.

The room was filled with the soft sound of their breathing, mingled with the faint chirping of cicadas outside the window. Naruto turned his head to look at them, his blue eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. 

"Tsunade, Shizune, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice a low murmur. Tsunade's golden eyes opened slowly, and she propped herself up on one elbow, her long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulder. Shizune, nestled against Naruto's chest, shifted slightly, her dark hair framing her delicate face.

"What is it, Naruto?" Tsunade asked, her voice soft but alert. 

Naruto took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I saw something today. Something involving my mom, Kushina, and her students." He paused, the memory of the sight still vivid in his mind. "They were... intimate."

Tsunade's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't seem shocked. Instead, she nodded slowly, as if she had been expecting this. "I see," she said, her tone thoughtful. Shizune's eyes widened, and she looked up at Tsunade, a question in her gaze.

Tsunade sighed and sat up, drawing the sheet around her. "It's time you knew about a certain tradition in our village, Naruto," she began, her voice carrying a weight of history and duty. "In Konoha, especially among the bloodline clans, there are certain... allowances made for incestuous relationships."

Naruto's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he remained silent, sensing there was more to this revelation. Tsunade continued, "Some kekkei genkai, like those of the Inuzuka clan, maintain their strength through blood purity. Their unique abilities are tied closely to their lineage, and keeping the bloodline pure ensures their powers remain potent."

Shizune nodded, adding softly, "And it's not just the Inuzuka. The Uchiha and the Uzumaki clans have similar considerations." She looked at Naruto, her eyes filled with empathy. "Your mother and Sasuke are among the last known survivors of their clans. To preserve the strength of their bloodlines, such relationships are sometimes promoted."

Tsunade reached out and placed a comforting hand on Naruto's shoulder. "In the case of the Uchiha and the Uzumaki, it's even more critical. They are the last of their kind, and ensuring at least one confirmed generation of pure strain of their kekkei genkai is vital for the future of their clans. It's not just about survival, Naruto; it's about preserving what makes those clans unique and powerful."

Naruto's mind raced as he processed this information. The idea of his mother being involved in such relationships was a lot to take in, but it also made a certain kind of sense. He looked from Tsunade to Shizune, their expressions earnest and understanding. "So, it's about ensuring the future of the clans," he said slowly, the pieces falling into place. 

Tsunade nodded, her gaze steady. "Yes, Naruto. It's about preserving the heritage and strength of our village. Sometimes, that means making difficult choices and accepting traditions that might seem strange to outsiders." 

Shizune leaned in, her lips brushing against Naruto's ear. "We're here for you, Naruto. Whatever you need, we'll support you."

Naruto sat up in the bed, his legs crossed beneath him, the cool sheets pooling around his waist. He glanced at Tsunade and Shizune, their expressions thoughtful and serious. Tsunade's voluptuous curves were highlighted by the soft candlelight, her breasts gently bouncing with each breath she took, drawing Naruto's eyes irresistibly. The sight was mesmerizing, but Tsunade quickly noticed his distraction and cleared her throat, snapping him back to the conversation.

"Naruto," Tsunade said, her voice firm yet gentle, "focus. This is important."

Naruto blinked and tore his gaze away, nodding sheepishly. "Sorry, Tsunade. I'm listening."

Tsunade took a deep breath, her demeanor shifting to one of authority. "Naruto, there's more you need to understand about our village's traditions and how they apply to your friends as well. The allowances made for incestuous relationships among bloodline clans aren't just for the sake of preserving kekkei genkai. They also provide an answer to how some of your friends have found themselves in unusual relationships."

Naruto looked up, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What do you mean, Tsunade?"

Tsunade leaned forward, her golden eyes locking onto his. "Take Kiba, for instance. His clan, the Inuzuka, is known for their powerful bond with their ninken and their unique abilities. Maintaining the purity of their bloodline ensures the strength of these abilities. It's not just about survival; it's about preserving the very essence of what makes their clan unique. Kiba's relationships with his sister Hana and his mother Tsume, while unconventional, are part of this tradition. It's about keeping the bloodline strong."

Shizune nodded, her expression sympathetic. "And then there's Sasuke and Mikoto. The Uchiha clan's Sharingan is one of the most powerful kekkei genkai. With the Uchiha clan nearly wiped out, it's crucial to ensure that their abilities continue through future generations. Mikoto, as one of the last surviving Uchihas, has taken it upon herself to rebuild the clan with Sasuke."

Naruto's mind raced as he processed this information. It was starting to make sense, the pieces falling into place. "So, it's not just about the abilities," he said slowly. "It's about preserving the essence of the clan itself."

Tsunade nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Exactly. And that brings us to your mother, Kushina. As the only known adult Uzumaki, she would have been acutely aware of this tradition. It's surprising that she never took the next steps with you, especially given the importance of preserving the Uzumaki bloodline. It's similar to what Mikoto did with Sasuke, ensuring that the Uchiha clan's legacy continues."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... my mom knew about this? She knew that we were supposed to...?" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Tsunade sighed, her expression softening. "Yes, Naruto. Kushina would have been aware of this tradition. It's surprising that she didn't take action, especially considering how important the Uzumaki bloodline is. And it's one of the reasons why I took on a more active role in having a relationship with you."

Naruto's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Tsunade?"

Tsunade reached out and took his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "I've watched you grow, Naruto. I've seen the widening gap between you and Kushina. She seemed distant, focused on her students and her duties. I didn't want you to feel alone, to feel like you were losing your connection with your family. So, I stepped in. I wanted to make sure you knew you were loved, that you were important. And in doing so, I hoped to bridge that gap, to give you the support and affection you needed."

Shizune leaned in, her voice gentle. "We both care about you, Naruto. We want you to understand that you're not alone. This tradition, as strange as it may seem, is about preserving the strength and unity of our village. And that includes you."

Naruto sat on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the side as he looked at Tsunade and Shizune, their faces reflecting a mixture of shock and concern. The gravity of what he had just revealed hung heavily in the air, a stark contrast to the intimacy they had shared earlier. Tsunade’s brows were furrowed in thought, her golden eyes flickering with a blend of anger and worry.

“Tsunade, Shizune,” Naruto began, his voice steady but urgent, “there’s more. My mom, Kushina, she’s… she’s brought back a baby. And she’s pregnant again by one of her students.”

The words hung in the air, almost tangible in their weight. Tsunade’s eyes widened, and Shizune’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. The implications of Naruto’s revelation were profound and alarming.

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Tsunade sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing as she processed the information. “Naruto, this is beyond serious. The scandal is just the tip of the iceberg. The security risks involved are catastrophic. If these children have Uzumaki genes, they could potentially wield Uzumaki abilities outside of the clan’s control and loyalty to Konoha. This could lead to a situation where individuals with significant power are not bound by the same loyalties that protect the village. If Kushina is involved in any way, knowingly or unknowingly, there will have to be serious consequences for her actions.”

Shizune nodded, her expression grim. “It’s not just a matter of scandal, Naruto. These unregulated bloodlines could pose a major threat in the future. We need to deal with this carefully and decisively.”

Naruto felt a cold knot of fear in his stomach. He hadn’t fully considered the wider implications, but now that Tsunade and Shizune were laying it out, the potential dangers were becoming painfully clear. “So what do we do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tsunade took a deep breath, her mind racing through the possibilities. “Fortunately, there’s a Chunin Exam coming up. Kushina’s students are still Genin, given the three-year trip they’ve been on. Meanwhile, you and your friends have already passed the Chunin Exams. The mortality rate in these exams is notoriously high. We could use this opportunity to… eliminate the threat without raising too much suspicion.”

Naruto’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re suggesting we let them die in the exams?” His voice trembled with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Tsunade’s gaze softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. “First, we need to identify and contain any individuals with Uzumaki blood outside of our control. Then, we must confront Kushina. Our goal is reconciliation, but it must come with serious punishments to ensure the security of the village. Kushina will need to answer for her actions, and there will be strict measures put in place to prevent any future risks.”

Shizune added, “The Chunin Exams are a controlled environment where we can monitor the situation closely. It’s a harsh measure, but it might be necessary to protect the village.”

Naruto’s eyes widened in realization. It was a harsh solution, but given the stakes, it might be the only viable option. “So, we’ll take them out during the exams?” he asked, his voice tinged with both resolve and reluctance.

Tsunade nodded, her expression hard. “Yes. But before we move forward with this plan, there’s another step we need to take. You should bring Sasuke, Kiba, and their mothers into this situation. Their mothers are close friends of Kushina, and they need to be aware of what’s happening. Their perspectives could be crucial in deciding our next steps.”

Shizune placed a reassuring hand on Naruto’s shoulder. “This isn’t a decision to be made lightly, Naruto. It’s important to gather as much input as possible, especially from those who understand the intricacies of these relationships and the traditions involved.”

Naruto nodded, feeling the weight of the responsibility settling on his shoulders. “Alright. I’ll talk to Sasuke, Kiba, and their mothers. We need to be sure of our course of action.”

Tsunade’s expression softened slightly, a hint of compassion in her eyes. “You’re not alone in this, Naruto. We’ll support you every step of the way. But remember, this is about the safety and future of the village. We need to approach this with a clear mind and a united front.”

Naruto took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. “I understand. I’ll talk to them first thing tomorrow. We need to act quickly but carefully.”

……

 

Kushina stood at the edge of the training ground, watching her students with a mixture of pride and anticipation. Her hand rested protectively over her swollen belly, a constant reminder of the life growing inside her. The pregnancy had slowed her down physically, but it hadn't diminished her determination to see her students succeed. She smiled as she observed them, their movements fluid and powerful, a testament to the rigorous training they had undergone.

"Alright, you three," Kushina called out, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned shinobi. "Gather around. We need to have a talk before the exam."

Her students, a trio of determined young ninjas, quickly complied, forming a semicircle around her. Their faces were a mix of excitement and nervousness, eager for the challenge ahead but aware of the stakes.

"As you know, the Chunin Exams are not just a test of your skills, but of your resolve and teamwork," Kushina began, her tone serious. "You've trained hard, and I have no doubt you'll make me proud. But remember, it's not just about passing. It's about proving yourselves, showing everyone what you're capable of."

 

One of the students, a young man with dark hair and intense eyes, stepped forward. "We won't let you down, Sensei."

Kushina's smile widened. "I know you won't. And to ensure you're at your best, I have a special... good luck charm for you all."

She raised her hands, forming a series of hand seals, and in a puff of smoke, three identical clones of herself appeared. Each clone was as pregnant as she was, their bellies round and full. The students' eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

Kushina stepped closer to them, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and warmth. "You've worked hard, and you deserve a reward. A reminder of what you're fighting for, and a little extra motivation to bring out your best."

The students, now of age, exchanged eager glances before nodding in unison. Kushina and her clones began to undress, their movements slow and deliberate, revealing their curvaceous, pregnant bodies. The students followed suit, their anticipation palpable.

Kushina's touch was firm and commanding as she guided them through the intimate ritual, her clones mirroring her actions perfectly. Her swollen breasts, heavy with milk, bounced slightly with each movement, the soft glow of her skin accentuating the roundness of her belly. The students' hands roamed over her body with a mixture of reverence and desire, their fingers tracing the curves of her pregnant form.

Kushina moaned softly as one of her students cupped her breasts, kneading them roughly, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She leaned into his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers. The warmth of his hands on her swollen belly, the feel of his breath against her skin—it all heightened her arousal, making her crave more.

Her other students moved behind her, their hands caressing her back and hips, their touches synchronized with the clones. One of them pressed his hardness against her entrance, teasing her, making her gasp with anticipation. She pushed back against him, her body aching with need.

The student behind her finally entered her, filling her completely. Kushina cried out, her body arching with pleasure as he began to thrust hard and fast. The feeling of being filled, of being connected to her students in such an intimate way, was overwhelming. Her clones mirrored her actions, guiding the other students into them, their moans echoing Kushina's.

As the orgy progressed, Kushina's moans mingled with those of her students, the sounds of their pleasure echoing through the training ground. The intensity of their shared experience reached its peak, each of them lost in the moment, their bodies and souls intertwined in a dance of pure ecstasy. Her swollen belly pressed against the student in front of her, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath matching his aggressive thrusts. Her breasts bounced with each movement, the sensation of his hands on her skin sending waves of pleasure through her.

One of her clones was on her knees, her pregnant belly swaying slightly as she took one of the students into her mouth, her movements slow and sensual. The student's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she pleasured him. Another clone was on all fours, her moans muffled by the kisses of the student behind her as he thrust into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Kushina's own body was a canvas of pleasure, every touch, every thrust sending her higher and higher. She felt the student behind her quicken his pace, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he neared his climax. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, her own pleasure building to a crescendo.

The student in front of her reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in rough, deliberate circles. Kushina cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt the student behind her tense, his grip on her hips tightening as he came, filling her with a warmth that sent her over the edge.

As the orgy reached its climax, the sounds of their pleasure echoed through the training ground, a symphony of moans and gasps. Kushina's body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt the students around her reach their own peaks, their bodies shuddering with release.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Kushina took a moment to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the intensity. She glanced around at her students, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the echoes of their moans.

Not wanting the experience to end just yet, Kushina signaled to her clones. They moved with practiced precision, adjusting positions to ensure that everyone was involved in the next round. She reached out to the student who had been in front of her, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling as the heat between them reignited.

Her clones positioned themselves strategically, each one engaging with a different student. The training ground was filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together, the slaps of skin against skin, and the gasps and moans of pleasure.

Kushina's body responded eagerly to the renewed attention. One student gripped her hips tightly as he entered her from behind, his thrusts hard and fast. Another student stood in front of her, guiding her mouth to his hardness. She took him in eagerly, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring him pleasure.

Her clones mirrored her intensity, their bodies moving with a synchronized rhythm that drove the students wild. The heat of their combined arousal created an almost palpable energy in the air, each thrust and touch amplifying the collective pleasure.

Kushina's senses were overwhelmed by the sensations—her body filled and stretched, her mouth occupied, and her skin tingling with every touch. She felt the pressure building within her once more, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core.

The student behind her grunted with effort, his pace relentless as he drove deeper into her. Each thrust was hard and fast, his grip on her hips almost bruising. Kushina cried out around the cock in her mouth, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her.

The student in front of her held her head firmly, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. His pace was demanding, his thrusts making her gag slightly as he pushed into her throat. Her eyes watered, but the mixture of pain and pleasure only heightened her arousal.

Her clones were equally engaged, each one being pounded by a student with unrestrained vigor. Their moans filled the air, blending with Kushina's as they were taken hard and fast. The sheer intensity of the fucking drove them all to the edge, the raw, primal need consuming them.

Kushina's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She felt the student behind her quicken his pace, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he neared his climax. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, her own pleasure building to a crescendo.

The student in front of her reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in rough, deliberate circles. Kushina cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt the student behind her tense, his grip on her hips tightening as he came, filling her with a warmth that sent her over the edge.

As the orgy reached its climax, the sounds of their pleasure echoed through the training ground, a symphony of moans and gasps. Kushina's body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt the students around her reach their own peaks, their bodies shuddering with release.

Even as the final waves of pleasure ebbed away, the intensity of the experience lingered in the air. The students collapsed around Kushina and her clones, their bodies spent and satisfied. They had shared an experience that went beyond mere training, forging a deeper connection through their shared pleasure.

Kushina smiled up at her students, her body still humming with the afterglow of their encounter. "You all did well," she said, her voice filled with warmth and pride. "This is a bond that will strengthen us, make us more united. Remember this moment, and let it drive you to protect what we hold dear."

When it was over, Kushina and her clones slowly disengaged, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. She looked at her students, their faces flushed and satisfied, their eyes shining with renewed determination.

"Remember this feeling," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and pride. "Carry it with you into the exam. Let it remind you of what you're capable of, and what you have to fight for."

The students nodded, their expressions serious and resolute. They dressed quickly, their movements infused with a new energy. As they prepared to leave, Kushina placed a hand on each of their shoulders, giving them a final, reassuring squeeze.

"Good luck," she said, her voice firm and steady. "Make me proud."

With a final nod, the students turned and headed towards the exam site, their steps confident and sure. Kushina watched them go, her heart swelling with pride and anticipation. She knew they were ready, and she had given them everything they needed to succeed.

As the training ground fell silent, Kushina placed a hand on her belly, feeling the gentle kick of the baby inside. She smiled, knowing that the future of the Uzumaki clan was in good hands.

Kushina walked slowly back to her home, the cool evening air a welcome relief against her flushed skin. Her body still hummed with the residual sensations from the intense encounter with her students, but her mind was far away, lost in memories. As she made her way through the quiet streets, her thoughts drifted back to how it had all begun, to the moment that had set her on this unexpected path.

It had started with the Clan Restoration Act. The Hokage had called her into his office, his expression grave as he explained the importance of the act for the survival of the remaining bloodline clans. The Uzumaki, like the Uchiha and Inuzuka, needed to preserve their bloodline to maintain their unique abilities. The act allowed for certain… leniencies in relationships to ensure that these bloodlines continued.

Kushina had listened intently, her heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. She understood the necessity of the act, but the thought of approaching Naruto about it filled her with dread. They had been lovers for a while, but this was different. This was asking him to see her in a way that was deeply personal and intimate. The fear of his rejection gnawed at her, paralyzing her every time she tried to broach the subject.

As Kushina continued her walk home, her thoughts began to drift to how she found herself in this situation in the first place, pulling her back to the beginning of their three-year journey together...

 

…..

 

Flashback

The memory was vivid. They had just left Konoha, the excitement of the unknown adventure ahead palpable among her students. Kushina had been determined to mold them into exceptional shinobi, pushing them to their limits through rigorous training and discipline.

The first few months were grueling, filled with harsh conditions and relentless exercises. But as the physical challenges intensified, so did the increasingly bold and provocative behavior of her students. Kushina remembered the first time she had noticed it—brazen stares, suggestive comments, and the deliberate, lingering touches that left little to the imagination.

One evening, around a crackling campfire, one of her students made the first overt move. He sat directly beside her, his hand boldly sliding up her thigh. She had tensed at the contact but didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Sensei, you deserve a break. Let us take care of you."

Kushina could feel her heart race as she tried to maintain her professionalism. "Focus on your training," she had replied, attempting to sound stern, though her voice wavered slightly. The look in his eyes was unmistakable—this was no innocent gesture.

But he didn't stop. His hand continued its journey, fingers slipping under the hem of her shorts. Kushina gasped as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive area, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. He didn't hesitate, his fingers sliding between her folds, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Kushina bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as he began to rub her with deliberate, knowing strokes.

Her resolve weakened as the pleasure built, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She placed a hand on his wrist, intending to pull him away, but instead, her fingers curled around his, guiding him deeper. He took the opportunity, slipping a finger inside her, then another, his movements steady and insistent.

For a few intoxicating moments, she let herself get lost in the sensation, her body responding eagerly to his touch. But the realization of where they were and what was happening hit her like a cold shower. "Stop," she managed to say, her voice a breathless whisper.

He hesitated, but her grip tightened on his wrist, and he reluctantly pulled his fingers away. They were glistening with her juices, the evidence of her arousal undeniable. He held her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of triumph and desire.

Weeks went by, and her students' attempts grew more aggressive. They joined her for nightly baths in the hot springs, flaunting their naked bodies and openly commenting on hers. They offered to massage her sore muscles after a long day of training, their hands wandering with clear intent, often pressing against her most sensitive spots. Each night, as she lay in her tent, the memory of their touches and the heat of their gazes made it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation they presented.

The breaking point came one night under a full moon. They had set up camp near a secluded lake, the air thick with humidity and the scent of blooming flowers. Kushina had gone for a swim to cool off, her students joining her one by one. The water felt cool against her skin, but the heat between them was undeniable.

One of her students swam up behind her, his hands gripping her waist tightly. She had gasped, but he didn't let go. Instead, he pulled her back against him, his hardness pressing into her. "Sensei," he murmured, his voice low and filled with raw desire. "We've been waiting for this moment."

Kushina's resolve crumbled. She turned in his arms, meeting his gaze. The moonlight reflected in his eyes, a mix of dominance and hunger. She kissed him then, a kiss filled with all the pent-up frustration and desire she had been suppressing. It was the spark that ignited the fire, and there was no turning back.

That night, by the lake, they took her with an intensity that left her breathless. It was a night of raw, unrestrained passion, their bodies colliding in the moonlit water. Her students took turns dominating her body, their hands and mouths exploring every inch with an urgency that matched her own. They fucked her hard, their movements driven by a need to claim her, to make her theirs. The sounds of their pleasure echoed through the night, a symphony of moans and cries that marked the beginning of their new relationship.

One student pinned her against a rock, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. She moaned loudly, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Another student stood in front of her, his cock hard and ready. He guided her mouth to him, and she took him in eagerly, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring him pleasure.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She felt the student behind her quicken his pace, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he neared his climax. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, her own pleasure building to a crescendo.

The student in front of her reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in rough, deliberate circles. Kushina cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt the student behind her tense, his grip on her hips tightening as he came, filling her with a warmth that sent her over the edge.

As the gangbang continued, the students' need to dominate and claim her grew more intense. Kushina found herself on her knees, surrounded by the hard, eager cocks of her students. They took turns thrusting into her mouth, her lips stretched around their lengths, their hands gripping her hair to guide her movements.

One by one, they used her mouth, the sounds of their pleasure filling the night air. Her body trembled with each forceful thrust, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The scent of sex and sweat was thick, the air heavy with their combined arousal.

Kushina's body was a canvas of pleasure, every touch, every thrust driving her higher. She felt the student behind her quicken his pace again, his grip on her hips bruising as he drove into her with abandon. She cried out around the cock in her mouth, the pleasure overwhelming her senses.

The student in front of her grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. With a final deep thrust, he spilled his seed into her mouth, the hot, salty taste filling her senses. He pulled out, his release dripping from her lips as another student took his place, eager to claim her.

Kushina felt the next student behind her tense, his grip on her hips tightening as he came, filling her with a warmth that sent her over the edge. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, the intensity of her orgasm making her vision blur.

Amid the frenzy, the students began to voice their desires, their words blending with the sounds of their pleasure. "Kushina-sensei, marry me!" one student groaned, his hips pounding into her relentlessly. "I can take care of you, make you happy!"

Another student, thrusting deep into her mouth, pulled back just enough to speak. "You belong with me, Kushina! Let me be your husband. I'll give you everything you need!"

 

Her mind was a haze of pleasure and confusion. She could barely process their words, each thrust driving her deeper into a state of ecstasy. "Say yes, Kushina," another student demanded, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slammed into her from behind. "Be my wife!"

Kushina's attempts to respond were cut off by the relentless assault on her senses. The pleasure was too much, her body trembling and her voice reduced to moans and cries. "Please, Kushina, choose me!" another voice pleaded, his cock buried deep in her pussy.

The students' voices overlapped, each one trying to convince her, their words almost lost in the symphony of their shared passion. "Marry me, Kushina-sensei!" "I'll take care of you, I promise!" "You belong to me!"

Her body was a tempest of sensation, her mind unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure. She felt another student tense behind her, his grip on her hips tightening as he came, filling her with his release. She cried out around the cock in her mouth, the intensity of her orgasm making her vision blur.

As the night continued in a blur of pleasure and desire, the students' pleas for her hand in marriage grew more desperate. Each one took their turn, filling her mouth, her pussy, her ass with their eager cocks, their words of devotion and desire mingling with the sounds of their pleasure.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, the last of her students reached his climax. Kushina was on her back, her body covered in the evidence of their passion, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The student above her groaned, his release filling her one last time before he collapsed beside her.

Exhausted and spent, Kushina lay there, her body trembling and her mind reeling. The students gathered around her, their eyes filled with a mix of longing and determination. "Please, Kushina," one of them said softly, his voice tinged with desperation. "Choose me."

Another student reached out, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "We can make you happy, Kushina. Just say yes."

Kushina, her body still humming from the night's activities, looked at them with a mix of surprise and confusion. She knew she had to make a choice, but for now, all she could do was rest and regain her strength.

Kushina lay on the ground, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure she had experienced throughout the night. The students, now adults and fully aware of their desires, gathered around her once more. Their eyes were filled with a mix of desire and determination as they approached her, their hands eagerly reaching out to touch her flushed skin.

One of the students, Daichi, knelt beside her and gently cupped her face. "Kushina-sensei, please," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "Become my wife. We can build a life together away from all of this."

Before she could respond, another student, Yuta, interrupted, his hands sliding over her breasts. "No, Kushina-sensei. Be my wife instead. I can give you everything you need."

A third student, Kenta, joined in, his fingers trailing down her stomach. "Why choose just one of us? We can all take care of you, love you, satisfy you. Be our wife, Kushina-sensei."

Kushina's mind was reeling, her body still sensitive from the night's activities. "I... I'm not sure," she whispered, her voice shaky.

The students exchanged glances, their determination hardening. "Maybe we need to remind you of what we can offer," Daichi said with a smirk. "Maybe we need to fuck you hard and make you see that being with us is the best choice."

They began to position her, their hands moving her body into place. Daichi positioned himself behind her, lifting her hips and sliding into her with a powerful thrust. Kushina cried out, her body arching in response to the sudden intrusion.

Yuta knelt in front of her, guiding her mouth to his cock. She took him in eagerly, her lips and tongue working to bring him pleasure. Meanwhile, Kenta moved to her side, his hands spreading her legs wider as he entered her pussy from another angle, filling her completely.

The three students worked in unison, their thrusts synchronized as they drove her to the edge once more. Daichi's hands gripped her hips tightly, his pace relentless as he fucked her from behind. Yuta's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him eagerly. Kenta's hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and rubbing her clit in rough, deliberate circles.

Kushina's mind was a haze of pleasure and sensation. The relentless thrusts from Daichi and Kenta filled her completely, each movement driving her higher. Yuta's cock in her mouth was hard and insistent, his taste filling her senses as she sucked and licked with fervor.

They shifted positions, never giving her a moment to rest. Daichi pulled her into his lap, her back pressed against his chest as he thrust upwards into her. Kenta took her from the front, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with ease. Yuta moved behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders as he took his turn entering her ass.

The overwhelming sensation of being filled in every way possible drove Kushina to the brink. Her cries of pleasure filled the night air, her body trembling with each thrust. The students' hands roamed her body, caressing, pinching, and rubbing every sensitive spot they could find.

As the intensity built, the students' movements grew more frantic. They were determined to show Kushina that being with them was the best choice. The pleasure was overwhelming, her mind unable to focus on anything but the relentless sensations coursing through her.

Finally, Daichi groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Kushina-sensei, I'm going to cum," he gasped, his grip on her hips tightening. "I'll fill you up, and maybe then you'll see that we're meant to be together."

With a final, powerful thrust, Daichi came deep inside her, his hot release filling her. The sensation pushed Kushina over the edge, her own orgasm crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. Kenta and Yuta followed soon after, their releases mingling with Daichi's as they filled her from both ends.

As they all collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, Daichi whispered in her ear, "Maybe now you'll consider being my wife, Kushina-sensei. And if not, at least bear my child. That might change your mind."

Kushina lay there, her body spent and her mind reeling. The students' words echoed in her ears as she tried to process everything that had happened. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure and desire, and now she had to make a choice.

A few months later

 

Kushina lay there, her body spent and her mind reeling. The students' words echoed in her ears as she tried to process everything that had happened. The previous months had been a whirlwind of pleasure and desire, and now she had to make a choice. Her students constantly trying to convince her to marry them but she managed to resist their attempts of elopement for now. However, she still carried one of their children.

Her swollen belly, a constant reminder of the life growing inside her, rose and fell with each labored breath. The students, all of age and fully aware of the gravity of their actions, surrounded her, their bodies still warm from the intensity of their shared experience. Their hands caressed her skin, their touch a mix of tenderness and urgency as they continued to plead with her.

"Kushina-sensei," Hiro murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gently touched her belly. "We want to be with you, to raise this child together. We can leave everything behind and start fresh somewhere far from here."

Sora, his voice softer but no less earnest, leaned in closer. "You don't need to face this alone, Sensei. We love you, and we're ready to give you the life you deserve, the family you deserve."

Kenta, always the strongest and most determined, pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips. "We've been through so much together. Let us protect you, love you, and be there for you, no matter what. We can be a family, Sensei. Just say the word, and we'll leave it all behind."

Kushina's heart pounded in her chest, torn between the deep bond she felt with her students and the responsibilities that weighed heavily on her. Their words, filled with love and sincerity, made her chest tighten with emotion. They were offering her a chance at something she had never imagined—a life away from the burdens of the village, with the people who had shown her more passion and care than she had ever expected.

But the enormity of the decision loomed over her like a dark cloud. Could she really leave everything behind? Could she abandon her past, her duties, and the life she had known for this uncertain future? What about Naruto?

"I… I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. "It's not that simple."

The students fell silent, their expressions filled with a mix of hope and concern as they waited for her to continue. They had laid everything bare, their hearts and desires, and now the choice was hers.

Hiro's hand tightened slightly on her belly, his voice soft but insistent. "Kushina-sensei, we can't make this decision for you, but we will make sure to support and satisify your every desire."

Kushina closed her eyes, feeling the weight of their words settle over her. The decision was hers alone, but the love and devotion of her students were undeniable. As she lay there, surrounded by the warmth of their bodies, she knew that whatever choice she made, it would shape the rest of her life.

Her heart ached with the uncertainty of it all, and as the night slowly gave way to dawn, she realized that the path ahead was anything but clear.

Flashback Ends

 

….

As Kushina reached her front door, she placed a hand on her swollen belly, feeling the gentle kick of the baby inside. She smiled, determination hardening in her heart. She remembered how she had initially refused their proposal, unsure and overwhelmed. Yet, now, with the life growing within her, a future she hadn't imagined was taking shape.

The students had been relentless, their desire and passion impossible to ignore. They had claimed her in every way, their intense lovemaking a powerful reminder of the bond they shared. Despite her initial resistance, the connection between them had only grown stronger. She couldn't deny the depth of her feelings for them.

Kushina sighed, her thoughts drifting to Naruto. She knew he loved her, but his actions, or lack thereof, had left her feeling neglected and unappreciated. If he didn't act soon, she feared he might lose her entirely to her students. They had shown her a side of herself she had long forgotten, a side that yearned for the passion and intensity they brought into her life.

She would find a way to make things right, for herself, for her students, and most importantly, for Naruto. But the memory of their words lingered in her mind, a promise and a warning. If they ever repeated their passionate plea, she might very well elope with them, leaving everything behind.

……

Kushina's students moved silently through the dense underbrush of the Forest of Death, their senses on high alert. They had just managed to secure their scrolls after a tense and grueling battle with another team. The adrenaline was still coursing through their veins, but they knew they needed to take a break before making their way to the tower. Finding a small clearing, they settled down, their bodies relaxing slightly as they caught their breath.

Hiro, the young man with dark hair and intense eyes, leaned back against a tree trunk and took a deep breath. "We did it," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "We've got our scrolls."

Sora, the tall, lean kunoichi with a quick wit and sharp reflexes, nodded, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Yeah, but we can't let our guard down. This place is still dangerous."

Kenta, the muscular and stoic member of the trio, sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes thoughtful. "Let's rest for a bit and then head to the tower. We need to be in top form for whatever comes next."

As they relaxed, their thoughts inevitably turned to their shared aspiration: Kushina. Hiro broke the silence, his voice tinged with longing. "You know, I can't stop thinking about her. About what it would be like if we could convince her to leave the village with us."

Sora's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and hope. "Yeah, to just disappear together, start our own clan. She'd be our wife, the mother of our children. We could build a new life, away from all the restrictions and rules of Konoha."

Kenta nodded, his expression serious. "I've thought about it too. We could protect her, keep her safe. We could be free to love her the way we want, without having to hide."

Hiro's grin widened as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Imagine it, guys. A place where we can be ourselves, where we can worship her openly. She'd be the queen of our new clan, and we'd do anything to make her happy."

Sora's cheeks flushed slightly as she added, "And think of all the things we could do together. No more sneaking around, no more hiding our feelings. Just us and her, living our lives the way we want."

Kenta's eyes darkened with desire. "Every night, we'd be with her. We'd make love to her, take turns worshiping her body. We'd give her as many children as she wants, build a family together."

Hiro's gaze grew distant as he envisioned their fantasy. "We'd find a beautiful place to live, somewhere secluded and safe. We'd build a home together, train our children to be strong and loyal. Kushina would teach them, just like she taught us."

Sora's smile was wistful. "She'd be so happy, away from all the pressures and expectations. She'd finally be free to live her life the way she wants, with us by her side."

Kenta's voice was firm with conviction. "We have to make this happen. We can't let her slip away. After this exam, we'll talk to her, convince her to come with us."

Hiro nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "Yeah. We won't take no for an answer. We'll show her how much we love her, how much we need her. She belongs with us."

As Kushina's students sat in the clearing, their minds drifted into fantasies, each one vividly imagining their deepest desires and aspirations. They shared their fantasies openly, their voices hushed but filled with excitement and longing.

Hiro leaned back against the tree, his eyes half-closed as he began to describe his fantasy. "Imagine this," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "We're in the kitchen at Kushina's house. Naruto is sitting at the table, reading a scroll or something. He has no idea what's happening right behind him."

He paused for a moment, letting the image settle in their minds before continuing. "Kushina is standing in front of me, her pregnant belly pressed against the table. She's wearing a loose dress that hides everything. I'm behind her, hidden from Naruto's view. As he reads, I'm quietly fucking her, my hands exploring her swollen breasts and rounded belly under her clothing."

Sora's eyes widened with a mix of shock and intrigue. "And Naruto doesn't notice?"

Hiro shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Nope. Kushina is whispering things to me the whole time, telling me how she belongs to me, how she loves the way I make her feel. She's trying to keep quiet, but I can see the pleasure in her eyes, the way her body trembles with every thrust."

Kenta nodded, his own excitement growing. "That's intense, man. I can see it now. Kushina, trying to keep her composure while you fuck her right there in front of Naruto. The thrill of almost getting caught must drive her wild."

Hiro's grin widened as he continued. "Exactly. The risk makes it even hotter. And every time she whispers to me, telling me how much she loves it, I can't help but fuck her harder. It's like a secret we share, right there in plain sight."

Sora leaned forward, her voice low and eager. "Alright, my turn. Picture this: we're in a dark room, the air thick with tension. Naruto, Sasuke, and Kiba are all defeated, lying on the ground, unable to move. They're watching helplessly as Kushina, naked and commanding, forces Mikoto and Tsume to their knees in front of me. Both of them are chained, their eyes filled with defiance but slowly giving way to submission."

Kenta's eyes gleamed with interest. "And what do you do?"

Sora's smile was predatory. "I make them service me. At first, they're reluctant, but with every touch, every command, they begin to break. Kushina helps, whispering in their ears, guiding their hands and mouths. Eventually, they can't resist any longer. They start to enjoy it, their arousal overpowering their reluctance. Kushina even allows me to kiss and suck on her breasts while I'm being pleasured by Mikoto and Tsume."

Hiro's breath quickened as he listened. "And then?"

Sora's voice was almost a purr. "I promise to impregnate them all. Kushina and her clones hold them down, forcing them onto my dick. They struggle at first, but soon they're begging for more, their bodies betraying their initial resistance. The feeling of dominance, of having complete control, it's intoxicating."

Kenta swallowed hard, his own arousal evident. "That sounds incredible. Alright, let me share mine."

He leaned back, closing his eyes as he envisioned his fantasy. "Hitomi Hyuga, Hinata's mother. Picture this: we're in a secluded garden, surrounded by cherry blossoms. Hitomi is there, elegant and graceful, but with a fire in her eyes. She's wearing a traditional kimono, but as I approach, she lets it fall to the ground, revealing her naked body underneath."

Hiro and Sora listened intently, their imaginations running wild.

Kenta continued, his voice husky with desire. "I walk up to her, my hands trailing over her smooth skin. She gasps, her eyes closing as she leans into my touch. I pull her close, my lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She melts against me, her body trembling with need."

Sora's eyes darkened with arousal. "And then?"

Kenta's voice dropped to a whisper. "I lay her down on the soft grass, the cherry blossoms falling around us. My hands explore every inch of her body, teasing and caressing until she's writhing with pleasure. I enter her slowly, savoring the way her body responds to mine. Her moans fill the garden, her nails digging into my back as we move together in perfect harmony."

Hiro's breath hitched. "That sounds amazing. The thought of being with her, of making her feel that way..."

Kenta nodded, a satisfied smile on his lips. "It's a fantasy I've had for a long time. The idea of being with someone so elegant, so refined, and making her lose control... It's intoxicating."

The atmosphere in the clearing was tense as Kushina's students continued to share their fantasies, unaware of the danger lurking nearby. Hiro, Sora, and Kenta were lost in their dreams of a life with Kushina when suddenly, the rustling of leaves and the snapping of branches alerted them to the presence of an enemy team.

Before they could react, a barrage of kunai and shuriken flew towards them. They sprang to their feet, weapons drawn, ready to defend themselves. Emerging from the shadows were three masked shinobi, their movements swift and precise. The enemy team attacked with ferocity, forcing Kushina's students into a defensive stance.

Hiro, Sora, and Kenta fought valiantly, but the enemy team was relentless. Hiro lunged at one of the attackers, but his opponent dodged effortlessly, countering with a powerful kick that sent Hiro sprawling to the ground. Sora managed to land a few blows on another attacker, but she was quickly overpowered, his movements growing sluggish as the enemy's strikes found their mark. Kenta, the strongest of the three, held his ground the longest, but even he was eventually overwhelmed.

As the fight raged on, it became clear that their opponents were not ordinary shinobi. Their skills were too precise, their tactics too coordinated. Despite their best efforts, Kushina's students were outmatched and soon found themselves on the brink of defeat.

Hiro, struggling to stand, managed to catch a glimpse of their attackers retreating. The enemy team, realizing their mission was complete, pulled back and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the students injured and battered.

Hiro, Sora, and Kenta lay on the ground, bloodied and beaten, their breaths ragged and shallow. They struggled to their feet, leaning on each other for support as they began to make their way towards the tower.

Once they were out of sight, Sasuke, Kiba, and another ally revealed themselves from the shadows, watching the students stagger away. The gravity of what they had done weighed heavily on them. They had acted to protect Kushina and the village, but the outcome was far from certain.

"My mom believes that Kushina can be reasoned with," Sasuke said, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and doubt. "But it all depends on how she reacts when she sees her students in this state."

Kiba nodded, his expression stoic. "If Kushina can't break away from them on her own, we'll have to take more drastic measures. We can't let this continue."

Their friend’s jaw clenched. "I hope Mikoto's way works. But if it doesn't, we'll do what we have to."

As the trio prepared to move, their minds were filled with uncertainty. They had acted to protect Kushina and the village, but the outcome was far from certain. Mikoto's words echoed in their minds, a reminder of the fragile line between reconciliation and vengeance.

Kushina's reaction would determine the path forward. Would she finally see the danger her students posed and cut all ties with them? Or would she remain entangled in the web of emotions and desires that had led them all to this point? The answer would shape the future, not just for Kushina and her students, but for everyone involved.

As Sasuke, Kiba, and their ally made their way towards the tower, the weight of their actions hung heavily on their shoulders. They could only hope that Kushina would make the right choice, and that Mikoto's conciliatory approach would prevail. But if not, they were prepared to do whatever it took to protect those they cared about, even if it meant taking a more direct and painful path.

 

….

Kushina stood in the infirmary, her heart heavy as she looked over her injured students. Hiro, Sora, and Kenta lay in their beds, their faces pale, bodies bruised, and bandaged from the intense battle they had endured. She clenched her fists, guilt gnawing at her. These were her students, and they had been hurt because of her.

As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, the door to the infirmary quietly opened. Mikoto Uchiha entered, her presence commanding and calm as always. She approached Kushina, her dark eyes taking in the scene before her.

Mikoto paused beside Kushina, her gaze fixed on the injured students. "You've been quite busy lately," she said, her tone neutral but carrying an undercurrent of something much deeper.

Kushina's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as the weight of Mikoto's words settled over her. She turned to look at her friend, and in that moment, the realization hit her like a wave. "She knows," Kushina thought, her heart sinking.

Kushina met Mikoto's eyes, her own wide with shock and disappointment. She had been found out, and the weight of her actions suddenly felt unbearable.

Mikoto remained silent, her expression unreadable, as the two women stood there, the unspoken truth hanging heavily between them.

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Kushina Forbidden Bonds

Chapter 3

Naruto

Commissioned Story

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Sasuke leaned against the cold wall of the hospital hallway, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes focused on the ground as he mulled over everything that had transpired. Kiba paced restlessly nearby, his hands jammed into his pockets. The sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of distant medical equipment. The tension between the two young men was palpable, each lost in his own thoughts.

Kiba finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with frustration but laced with a faint note of optimism. "Look, I know this whole situation is a mess, but Kushina is still Naruto’s mom. I mean, blood is blood, right? That’s gotta count for something. She wouldn’t just turn her back on him like that."

Sasuke glanced up, his expression unreadable. "You think it’s that simple?" he asked, his tone calm but with an edge of skepticism. "Kushina being his mother should matter, yes. But she’s pregnant again, Kiba. That changes things. It’s not just one mistake or one lapse in judgment anymore. It’s a pattern. And if she’s already crossed that line more than once, do you really think Naruto being her son will outweigh everything else?"

Kiba stopped pacing, his jaw tightening as he processed Sasuke’s words. "I... I guess I didn’t think about it like that," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But still, Naruto means a lot to her. He’s her son. That bond has to mean something."

Sasuke pushed off the wall, his gaze sharp and piercing. "Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t. Mom seems to think she can reason with Kushina, but I’m not convinced. She’s already let herself go this far, Kiba. It’s not just about Naruto anymore. It’s about how deep she’s already entangled herself with those students. And don’t forget—she’s not just carrying their child; she’s carrying their second."

Kiba’s shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of Sasuke’s words settling over him. His usual optimism wavered, and uncertainty crept into his expression. "So, you’re saying... there’s a chance Mikoto’s plan might not work? That Kushina might actually choose them over Naruto?"

Sasuke’s gaze darkened. "I’m saying we need to be prepared for that possibility. My mom’s trying to appeal to Kushina’s sense of responsibility, her maternal bond, but if those students have already convinced her to let go of that—if they’ve made her believe she’s happier with them—then there’s no guarantee she’ll listen."

Kiba let out a long breath, his earlier confidence shaken. "So, what do we do if that happens? Just let this all fall apart?"

Sasuke shook his head, his expression hardening. "No. That’s why I have a contingency plan in place." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small recording device, holding it up for Kiba to see. "Before Naruto left, he gave me this. A recorded copy of a conversation those three had in the Forest of Death."

Kiba frowned, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of conversation?"

Sasuke’s lips curled into a grim smile. "The kind that gives us leverage. They weren’t just fantasizing about Kushina. They were talking about other women. Other mothers. Making plans to seduce and take them away from their families. It’s sick, but it’s also exactly the kind of evidence we need if things go south with Kushina."

Kiba’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. "You’re saying we could use that against them? To show Kushina who they really are?"

Sasuke nodded, his voice steady and measured. "Exactly. If my Mother’s approach doesn’t work, and Kushina refuses to cut ties with them, then we’ll use this. It’ll force her to see the truth, to see how little loyalty they actually have. They might claim they love her, but this recording proves they’re just as selfish as anyone else."

Kiba took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "It’s risky, but... it might be the only way if she doesn’t come to her senses on her own."

Sasuke tucked the recording device back into his pocket, his expression resolute. "We’ll give my mother her chance. But if it doesn’t work, we’ll be ready. Kushina might be too deep in this to see clearly, but with this, we can make sure the truth comes out."

The two stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on them. The stakes were higher than ever, and the outcome remained uncertain. But with the recording in hand, Sasuke and Kiba knew they had a trump card—a final, desperate play that could turn the tide if all else failed. As they prepared to leave the hospital hallway, both were keenly aware that the next steps would determine the fate of not just Kushina, but everyone involved in this tangled web of emotions and choices.

……

Flashback

 

The infirmary was silent, the faint beeping of monitors the only sound as Mikoto stood facing Kushina. Her expression was calm but resolute, her dark eyes fixed on her friend. Kushina sat in a chair by the window, her posture slouched, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as though holding herself together.

"Kushina," Mikoto began, her voice steady but edged with disappointment. "You owe me the truth. No half-measures. No dodging. Why did this happen? Why did you let it get this far?"

Kushina looked down at her hands, unable to meet Mikoto’s piercing gaze. The weight of guilt hung over her like a storm cloud, pressing down on her chest. She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. "I... I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. I didn’t."

Mikoto’s eyes narrowed slightly. "But it did. And I need to know why."

Kushina hesitated, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her hands tighter. Her heart pounded in her chest, the words clawing at her throat. Finally, she let out a long, ragged breath and looked up, her eyes filled with tears. "Because... I was afraid," she admitted, her voice cracking. "Afraid of losing Naruto."

Mikoto tilted her head slightly, confusion flickering across her face. "Losing him? How?"

Kushina swallowed hard, her throat dry as she forced the words out. "I have feelings for him, Mikoto," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Feelings I shouldn’t have. Feelings I’ve tried so hard to bury, but I can’t. And I was terrified—terrified that if I told him, if I admitted how I felt, he’d reject me. That it would ruin everything between us."

Mikoto’s expression shifted, a mixture of shock and understanding flashing in her eyes as she took in Kushina’s confession.

"And because of that fear," Kushina continued, her tears falling freely now, "I let myself fall into something I thought was easier. Safer. My students… they gave me attention, affection, and I took it because I thought it would help me forget how I feel about Naruto. But it hasn’t. It’s only made everything worse."

Her voice broke completely, and she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. The truth was out, and there was no taking it back.

The infirmary remained heavy with tension as Mikoto took a step closer to Kushina, her arms crossed and her expression hardened. Kushina sat in the chair by the window, her face tear-streaked, her shoulders hunched in shame. Mikoto’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Kushina," she began, her tone sharp but measured, "do you realize how utterly foolish this is? You’re terrified of something that never needed to be a problem in the first place."

Kushina looked up at her, confusion flickering in her tear-filled eyes. "What do you mean?"

Mikoto sighed, her arms dropping to her sides as she continued. "The Clan Restoration Act. You know as well as I do that the village’s laws allow for relationships like this, especially for someone like you—someone whose clan is all but extinct. If you had feelings for Naruto, you should’ve talked to him. You should’ve been honest."

Kushina’s breath caught in her throat. "I... I couldn’t," she stammered. "I was afraid it would destroy everything between us."

Mikoto shook her head, her expression a mix of frustration and pity. "And look where that fear has led you—to a situation so tangled that it’s barely salvageable. If you’d spoken to Naruto, you might’ve realized something important."

Kushina frowned, her brows knitting together. "What do you mean?"

Mikoto’s lips pressed into a thin line before she spoke. "Naruto already has relationships like this, Kushina. Tsunade and Shizune have been with him for some time now."

Kushina’s eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching. "What?" she whispered, the word barely audible.

Mikoto nodded, her voice calm but firm. "Tsunade has been acting as a replacement for you in his life, filling the role you abandoned when you got involved with your students. And Shizune..." She hesitated briefly before delivering the final blow. "Shizune is pregnant with Naruto’s child."

Kushina’s world tilted on its axis. Her chest tightened, a sharp pang of jealousy and regret twisting in her stomach. "Shizune is pregnant?" she repeated, her voice trembling.

"Yes," Mikoto confirmed. "And from what I’ve seen, Tsunade and Shizune both care deeply for Naruto. They’ve built something with him—something you could have been a part of if you hadn’t let your fear control you."

Kushina’s hands clenched in her lap as her mind raced, processing this new revelation. A part of her burned with envy at the thought of Tsunade and Shizune being with Naruto, of Shizune carrying his child. But another part of her—a part she hated to acknowledge—felt a pang of relief.

She looked up at Mikoto, her voice hollow. "If Naruto has Tsunade and Shizune... if Shizune is pregnant... maybe this can be resolved. Maybe it’s better this way. He has them, and I have my students. My relationship with them has gone beyond what it was supposed to be. Maybe it’s too late for me to go back."

Mikoto’s gaze softened, but her voice remained firm. "You need to think carefully about what you’re saying, Kushina. This isn’t just about what you’ve done—it’s about what you still want. You need to decide if you’re willing to let this spiral even further or if you’re going to try and fix it."

Kushina said nothing, her gaze falling to her hands. Her emotions were a storm, a chaotic mix of jealousy, regret, and a lingering hope she couldn’t quite extinguish. She knew Mikoto was right—she needed to decide. But the weight of her choices pressed heavily on her chest, leaving her unsure of which path to take.

Mikoto’s calm demeanor, which had held steady throughout most of the conversation, finally cracked. Her dark eyes narrowed, and her voice rose, cutting through the tense silence of the infirmary like a whip.

"Kushina," she snapped, her tone sharp and brimming with frustration, "this doesn’t resolve anything. You think Naruto being with Tsunade and Shizune fixes the problem? It doesn’t, not even close."

Kushina flinched at the force of Mikoto’s words, her head lowering as guilt and shame coursed through her.

Mikoto stepped forward, her presence imposing, her voice growing more intense. "Shizune’s child might not even have the Uzumaki bloodline! There’s no guarantee of that. And as for Tsunade..." She paused, her tone softening briefly before hardening again. "Tsunade can’t carry children anymore, Kushina. She’s done everything she can for the village and for Naruto, but she physically can’t give him an heir. You’re his only chance—the last living Uzumaki capable of continuing your clan."

Kushina’s breath hitched, her hands trembling in her lap. "But..." she began weakly, her voice barely audible, "he already has them. Maybe... maybe that’s enough for him."

Mikoto slammed her hand down on the edge of the bed nearest to her, the sound startling Kushina into looking up. "No, it’s not enough!" Mikoto’s voice was firm and unrelenting. "This isn’t just about Naruto’s happiness, Kushina. This is about your clan. Your bloodline. You let fear control you, and instead of facing it, you ran away into something that was easier and safer. And look where it’s gotten you!"

Kushina recoiled as Mikoto’s words hit her like a series of sharp blows.

"The village won’t allow this," Mikoto continued, her voice lowering but retaining its sharp edge. "You’ve crossed a line that can’t be ignored. Those students of yours? They’re a threat to the order and stability of the village. They’re not a solution—they’re a disaster waiting to happen. And it’s on you for being a coward from the beginning."

Kushina’s lip trembled, her tears returning in full force. "Mikoto, I—"

Mikoto cut her off with a raised hand, her eyes blazing with resolve. "I’m giving you a way out, Kushina. I’m here because I care about you, because I want to help you fix this before it’s too late. But you need to make a choice—and you need to make it now. No more hiding, no more excuses. You either step up and face this, or you let everything you’ve worked for crumble around you."

The room fell into a suffocating silence as Mikoto’s words hung in the air. Kushina felt like the walls were closing in on her, the weight of her mistakes pressing down on her chest. She wanted to speak, to explain herself, but she knew there was no excuse she could offer that would satisfy Mikoto—or herself.

As Mikoto stood there, waiting for a response, Kushina realized that the moment she had been dreading for so long had finally arrived. The question was no longer whether she could avoid it. It was whether she had the courage to face it.

…..

Kushina sat alone in the dimly lit infirmary, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she stared at the empty beds where her students had been resting earlier. The nurses had moved them for further treatment, leaving the room eerily quiet. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one crashing into the next in a chaotic storm that left her feeling adrift. The knowledge of their injuries, the vivid images of their battered bodies, had been like a knife to her heart. And now, as the weight of everything settled over her, the lines between right and wrong blurred even further.

She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, as her thoughts spiraled. Seeing Hiro, Sora, and Kenta so vulnerable had ignited an intense sense of guilt and protectiveness within her. These were the young men who had looked to her for guidance, for strength—and yet they had been hurt because of her decisions. Her fingers trembled as she clasped them together tighter, trying to steady herself.

Kushina knew what she needed to do. She had been avoiding this confrontation for too long, burying herself in the comfort of the relationship she had allowed to form with her students. It had been easy to justify it at first, to tell herself that she was fulfilling a need, that she was helping them grow. But now, with Mikoto’s words still ringing in her ears and the reality of her students’ injuries staring her in the face, she couldn’t ignore the truth any longer.

The weight of her pregnancy only compounded her turmoil. She placed a hand gently on her swollen belly, feeling the faint kick of life within her. The reminder of her unborn child—her second with one of her students—pulled at her heartstrings and made the situation all the more difficult. She knew the village wouldn’t tolerate this if it came to light. She knew it was unfair to Naruto, who had always been the center of her world, even if she had allowed herself to drift away.

But how could she tell her students it was over? The thought alone made her chest ache. They had given her a sense of purpose, a connection that she had feared she would never find again. And now, to rip that away from them—and from herself—felt like tearing out a part of her own soul. It wasn’t as simple as just ending things. Their lives were intertwined now, their futures tangled in a way that couldn’t easily be undone.

Her emotions were all over the place, the hormonal swings of her pregnancy making it even harder to think clearly. One moment, she felt resolute, determined to do what was right for Naruto, for the village, for herself. The next, she was overwhelmed by the depth of her connection to her students, by the thought of losing the bond they shared.

As the silence stretched on, Kushina closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She knew the confrontation was inevitable. But as she sat there, grappling with the enormity of what lay ahead, she couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter what choice she made, someone would end up hurt. And she wasn’t sure she could bear the weight of that guilt.

Kushina hesitated just outside the infirmary door, her hand hovering over the handle. Her chest tightened, her breaths shallow as she tried to gather the courage to walk inside. The image of her students’ battered bodies flashed through her mind, and the guilt clawed at her again. She knew what she had to do, what Mikoto expected her to do, but the thought of looking into their faces—especially his face—made her feel weak and uncertain.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, her heart sinking at the sight before her. Hiro lay in one of the beds, his chest rising and falling steadily. Though his face bore cuts and bruises, and his arm was tightly bandaged, he looked far better off than the others. Across the room, Sora and Kenta remained motionless in their beds, their faces pale, their bodies heavily bandaged. The faint beeping of the monitors that tracked their vitals filled the silence, amplifying the gravity of the moment.

Hiro’s head turned as the door clicked shut behind her. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and despite the exhaustion in his gaze, a small smile curved his lips. "Sensei," he greeted softly, his voice rasping but steady.

Kushina’s heart ached at the sight of him, his battered form a painful reminder of the choices she had made. She forced a smile, though it wavered, and approached his bed slowly. Her movements felt heavy, as though every step brought her closer to an unbearable weight.

"Hiro," she said gently, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound composed. "How are you feeling?"

He shrugged lightly, wincing as the movement pulled at his injured side. "I’ve been better," he admitted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But it’s not so bad. Sora and Kenta took the worst of it."

Kushina glanced at the two unconscious forms, her throat tightening. She felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to comfort them, but the sight of their stillness was a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions. Turning back to Hiro, she tried to summon the words she had rehearsed in her mind, but they refused to come.

"Sensei," Hiro said, his tone softening. "You look... troubled. What’s wrong?"

Kushina swallowed hard, her hands gripping the edge of his bed as she struggled to speak. Her mind screamed at her to say it, to tell him that it was over, that their relationship had to end for the sake of everyone involved. But as she looked into his eyes—so full of trust, of unshakable devotion—her resolve faltered.

"I..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper. She clenched her fists, her knuckles whitening as she tried to force herself to continue. But the words felt like shards in her throat, cutting into her as they refused to come out.

Hiro’s smile faded slightly, concern flickering in his gaze. "Sensei, whatever it is, you can tell me," he said softly, his hand reaching out to touch hers. His fingers were warm despite the cold pallor of his skin, and the gesture made her heart twist painfully.

"I’m just..." Kushina stammered, her voice breaking. "I’m just so relieved you’re okay. I was so worried."

The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but it was all she could manage. She couldn’t do it—not now, not like this. Seeing him like this, vulnerable but still so devoted to her, made it impossible to utter the words she knew she needed to say.

Hiro’s smile returned, faint but genuine. "We’ll be fine, Sensei. We’re strong because of you."

Kushina felt tears well up in her eyes, and she quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. She had failed. She had come here with the intention of ending this, of setting things right, but her emotions had overpowered her once again. The connection she had with her students, the bond that had grown so complicated and deep, was a chain she couldn’t bring herself to break.

As the silence stretched on, Kushina glanced at Sora and Kenta, their still forms a stark contrast to Hiro’s alertness. She wondered what they would say when they woke, how they would react to everything that had happened. But for now, all she could do was sit with the weight of her failure, the knowledge that she was once again caught in the web of her own making.

Kushina felt her resolve slipping away the longer she stood in the infirmary. The sight of her students—the two unconscious and battered, and Hiro, awake but clearly drained both physically and emotionally—was too much for her to bear. The faint sound of the monitors tracking their vitals filled the silence, an incessant reminder of their fragile states. Her heart clenched painfully as she took a shaky step closer to Hiro’s bed.

"Sensei..." Hiro’s voice, though quiet, carried a weight that crushed her already fragile composure. His smile had vanished, replaced by a hollow look in his eyes. He seemed to struggle to sit up, and instinctively, Kushina reached out, her hands steadying him as he leaned forward.

"You shouldn’t move," she whispered, her voice trembling as she helped him settle back against the pillow. Her hands lingered on his shoulders for a moment, her touch gentle but hesitant.

Hiro shook his head, his gaze searching hers. "I can’t... I can’t just lie here, Sensei. Not after what happened."

Kushina’s throat tightened, guilt flooding her. She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands folding in her lap as she tried to find the right words. "I’m so sorry," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "This... this is all my fault."

"No," Hiro said quickly, his hand reaching out to clasp hers. "It’s not your fault. We chose this. We wanted to fight, to prove ourselves—for you."

His words only deepened the ache in her chest. The devotion in his voice, the way he looked at her, made her feel unworthy of the loyalty he and the others had shown. Her fingers tightened around his, her emotions threatening to spill over.

"You shouldn’t have had to prove anything," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "You’re already so much stronger than you realize. And now... now you’re hurt because of me."

Hiro’s hand tightened around hers, his voice growing more insistent. "We’re not just hurt, Sensei. We’re broken without you. We need you."

Kushina’s breath hitched as she looked into his eyes, the raw vulnerability and desperation she saw there shaking her to her core. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a pleading whisper. "Sensei, please... stay with me. Stay with us."

"Hiro..." she began, her voice trembling. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held onto it tightly, his grip firm but not forceful.

"Sensei," he interrupted, his voice cracking as his emotions spilled out. "I need you. Right now. Please... I need to feel close to you. I need to know you’re still ours."

Kushina’s heart pounded in her chest, her guilt warring with the overwhelming urge to comfort him. She knew what he was asking—knew where this was leading—but the pain in his voice, the way he looked at her as though she were the only thing keeping him together, made it impossible for her to refuse.

Tears streamed down her face as she cupped his cheek, her hand trembling. "Hiro, I..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Her emotions were a storm, crashing against her resolve and eroding what little strength she had left.

Hiro’s other hand reached up to cover hers, his eyes pleading. "Please, Sensei," he whispered again, his voice breaking. "I need you."

Kushina closed her eyes, her tears falling freely now. She knew this was wrong. She knew it was a mistake. But as Hiro leaned forward, his forehead resting against hers, she felt her walls crumble completely. The guilt, the shame, the overwhelming weight of everything she had done—it all melted away in the face of his vulnerability.

Without thinking, she leaned into him, her lips brushing against his in a hesitant, guilt-ridden kiss. It was soft, tentative, but it carried the weight of all her unspoken apologies and conflicted emotions.

As the kiss deepened, Hiro’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. Kushina’s mind screamed at her to stop, but her body refused to obey. She felt his hands on her back, his touch warm and reassuring, and she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. The need to comfort him, to ease his pain, overpowered everything else.

The door to the infirmary remained closed, the world outside forgotten as Kushina found herself swept up in a moment she knew she couldn’t justify. And yet, as Hiro whispered her name, his voice filled with gratitude and longing, she couldn’t bring herself to deny him. Not this time.

Kushina sat frozen on the edge of the hospital bed, her heart hammering in her chest as Hiro’s hand held hers tightly. His dark eyes bore into hers, filled with an aching vulnerability and a deep, unspoken desire. The weight of everything that had happened—their injuries, the shame she carried, and the swirling emotions that clouded her mind—pressed down on her, making her feel as though she couldn’t breathe.

"Sensei," Hiro said softly, his voice thick with longing. "I want you. I need you now more than ever."

Kushina’s lips parted, but no words came out. She wanted to push him away, to tell him this was a mistake, but her resolve faltered under the intensity of his gaze. "Hiro..." she murmured, her voice trembling with hesitation.

Before she could say anything more, he leaned forward, his movements slow and deliberate, and his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if testing her reaction. Kushina’s breath hitched, her mind screaming at her to stop, but the warmth of his lips, the desperate way he kissed her, melted the last remnants of her resistance.

She let out a shaky sigh as she leaned into him, her hands finding his shoulders for support. The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in a rhythm that was both tender and urgent. Hiro’s free hand slipped to her waist, pulling her closer as his fingers pressed gently into her skin. Kushina’s mind swirled with guilt and longing, but she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to his touch.

As the kiss grew more passionate, Kushina felt herself being drawn in completely. She slid under the covers beside him, her body pressed against his as her hands roamed over his chest. Hiro’s breathing grew heavier, his hand trailing down her back as he whispered her name between kisses.

Kushina’s hand drifted lower, her fingers brushing over the obvious bulge beneath the hospital gown. She hesitated for a moment, her mind warring with itself, but the soft sound of Hiro’s moan as her palm pressed against him sent a shiver through her. Slowly, she began to rub him through the fabric, her movements tentative at first but growing bolder as his body reacted to her touch.

His hand cupped her face, tilting her head to deepen their kiss as he whispered, "Sensei, you feel so good..."

Kushina let out a soft whimper as her hand slipped beneath the gown, her fingers wrapping around his hardness. Her touch was warm and firm, stroking him slowly as she explored the length of him. Hiro’s hips bucked slightly in response, a low groan escaping his lips as she continued.

The guilt still lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of how far she had already let things go. But in that moment, as she felt his warmth and the way his body responded to hers, it was drowned out by the overwhelming need to comfort him, to ease the pain she saw in his eyes. For now, all she could do was give in.

A wet smack echoed through the infirmary as their lips parted, a thin string of saliva trailing between them, breaking only as Kushina pulled back slightly. Her chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-lidded with a mix of guilt and undeniable desire. Hiro’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his breathing ragged as he gazed at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Kushina wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips tingling from the fervent kiss they had just shared. Her hesitance wavered as the heat of the moment consumed her, a wave of lust overpowering the voice in her mind that told her to stop. Her hand, still wrapped around his cock beneath the hospital gown, moved slowly, her strokes deliberate and teasing as she watched Hiro’s body tense beneath her touch.

"Hiro," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, trembling with a mix of guilt and longing. She leaned closer, her breath brushing against his ear. "I want to make you feel better... let me take care of you."

Her lips curved into a lustful smile, her expression one of surrender and desire. She slid her free hand to the blanket covering his lap, her movements slow and deliberate as she began to peel it back. The fabric slipped away, revealing the length of his cock in her hand, already hard and throbbing from her touch. Kushina’s fingers stroked him with measured precision, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin as she watched his face for every reaction.

Hiro let out a low groan, his hips shifting slightly as her hand continued to move. His eyes remained locked on hers, his lips parting as though to speak, but no words came out. The weight of her attention, the way she gazed at him with such intensity, left him breathless.

Kushina positioned herself between his legs, the bed creaking slightly as she adjusted her weight. Her hand paused momentarily, holding him firmly as she leaned in, her breath warm against his cock. Her tongue flicked out, trailing a slow, deliberate path along the underside of his shaft. Hiro’s head fell back against the pillow, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as her lips pressed a soft, teasing kiss against his tip.

She glanced up at him through her lashes, her lustful smile returning as she lapped at him, her tongue swirling around the head before moving lower. Each flick of her tongue was deliberate, her movements slow and sensual as she explored him. Her hand resumed its strokes, working in tandem with her mouth as she began to lavish his cock with attention.

The room was filled with the sound of her soft breaths and the faint wet noises of her tongue against his skin. Kushina’s eyes never left him, her expression a mix of hunger and satisfaction as she took in every reaction, every twitch of his body. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the heat between them and the desire to make him forget his pain, if only for a little while.

Kushina’s mouth moved fervently along Hiro’s cock, her lips wrapping around him with unrestrained eagerness as her tongue swirled and flicked against his sensitive flesh. Each motion was deliberate yet desperate, driven by the fire coursing through her veins. She couldn’t get enough of him—the taste, the heat, the way his body shuddered under her touch. Her mind was blissfully blank, no longer weighed down by guilt or the chaos of her emotions. All that existed was this moment, her sole focus on pleasing him, on taking care of her student the only way she knew how now.

Soft wet noises filled the air as her head bobbed steadily, her lips gliding down his shaft before pulling back slightly, only to repeat the motion. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, her nails digging into his skin lightly as she quickened her pace. The warmth radiating from his body and the low groans escaping his lips fueled her desire, her own arousal building with every second. A faint sheen of saliva glistened on his cock, evidence of her devotion as she worshipped him with unrelenting fervor.

Suddenly, faint voices could be heard just outside the infirmary door, growing louder with each passing second. The muffled sounds of a conversation pierced the haze of lust surrounding them, pulling them both back to reality. Hiro’s eyes widened in alarm, and he looked down at Kushina, panic flashing across his face. "Sensei—" he began, his voice strained with urgency.

Kushina, however, didn’t stop. If anything, the unexpected danger seemed to embolden her. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, darkened with a mix of desire and something more primal. A soft smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as her tongue continued to tease him, her movements unrelenting. The idea that someone might walk in—that they could be caught—sent a thrill through her body, heightening her arousal rather than quelling it.

Hiro bit his lip, his body tense as the voices grew closer. Thinking quickly, he reached out and yanked the curtain surrounding his hospital bed closed, the metal rings scraping against the rod with a sharp clatter. He grabbed the blanket with his other hand and draped it hastily over Kushina, covering her completely as she remained between his legs, her mouth still latched onto his cock. She didn’t stop, her tongue swirling and flicking against him as her hand stroked his shaft, hidden from view but very much continuing her fervent worship.

The door swung open abruptly, and Naruto’s voice rang out. "Kushina? Are you in here?" There was a note of concern in his tone, followed by Kiba’s voice chiming in, equally loud and insistent. "We’ve been looking everywhere for you!"

Kushina froze for a split second beneath the blanket, her heart racing as the realization of what was happening set in. Naruto was here. Her son—or rather, her lover. She knew she should stop, that this was her moment to retreat and compose herself. But instead, her pulse quickened, not with fear, but with an intoxicating thrill that sent a shiver through her.

Hidden under the blanket, she tightened her grip on Hiro’s cock, her strokes becoming slower but more deliberate. Her lips pressed softly against his tip, leaving a faint kiss before sliding her tongue along his length. The risk, the danger of being caught, only seemed to heighten her excitement. Her body ached with arousal, the taboo nature of the situation pushing her past the point of no return.

Hiro’s hand twitched as he gripped the blanket, his body tense but his breaths shallow and uneven. He leaned back against the pillow, trying to appear calm as Naruto and Kiba moved further into the room, their footsteps echoing against the tile floor.

"I thought she’d be here," Naruto said, his tone frustrated. "Maybe she stepped out?"

Kiba let out a sigh. "Could be. But we need to find her soon."

As the voices continued, Kushina’s lips curled into a small, mischievous smile. The sound of Naruto’s concern should have filled her with guilt, but instead, it ignited something darker, more primal within her. She pressed her tongue flat against Hiro’s shaft, dragging it upward slowly, savoring the heat and taste of him as the voices outside the curtain grew louder.

Hiro’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the edges of the blanket, his entire body trembling from the mix of fear and pleasure coursing through him. He dared not make a sound, his breaths coming in shallow, controlled bursts as Kushina continued her unrelenting ministrations. Beneath the blanket, her movements were steady and precise, every touch calculated to drive him closer to the edge while maintaining the illusion of innocence above.

The tension in the room was palpable, the line between exposure and secrecy razor-thin. Yet Kushina, hidden beneath the blanket, was consumed by the thrill of it all, her lust overshadowing every other thought.

Kushina’s lips slid down Hiro’s cock, her warm, wet mouth enveloping him as she bobbed her head steadily. Each motion sent shivers through his body, his hips twitching involuntarily as she took him deeper with every movement. The sounds of her soft moans, muffled by the thick length filling her mouth, were barely audible beneath the blanket. Yet her focus remained unbroken, even as her son’s voice echoed through the room.

"Mom?" Naruto’s voice carried an edge of concern, growing louder as he stepped closer. "Are you in here?"

Kushina froze for a brief moment, her tongue still pressed against the underside of Hiro’s cock. Her heart pounded in her chest, the thrill of being so close to discovery sending a wave of heat through her body. But instead of stopping, she doubled down, her lips sliding lower, taking him deeper. The faint gagging noise she made was muffled by the blanket, her throat constricting as she pushed herself further.

Naruto’s footsteps approached the bed, his voice now almost directly outside the curtain. "I thought I heard something. Kiba, did you hear that?"

Hiro’s hand shot out, gripping Kushina’s crimson locks beneath the blanket. His fingers curled into her hair, and with a firm but not harsh motion, he guided her down further onto his cock. Kushina let out a muffled gasp, her throat straining as the thick length pressed deeper, her lips brushing against the base of him. Her throat constricted around him, the sensation drawing a low, guttural groan from Hiro, though he quickly bit his lip to stifle the sound.

Kushina’s hands gripped his thighs for balance as she adjusted to the intrusion, her gagging soft but persistent as she maintained her rhythm. The lewd, wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the space beneath the blanket, her dedication unwavering despite the voices just beyond the thin barrier of fabric.

Naruto’s voice came again, closer this time. "There it is again. Did you hear that, Kiba?"

Kiba groaned, exasperated. "Naruto, you’re imagining things. This is a hospital. You’re probably hearing the machines or something. Let’s just go check the next room, alright?"

Naruto hesitated, his footsteps lingering nearby. "I guess... but I swear—"

At that moment, Hiro’s grip on Kushina’s hair tightened, his hips lifting slightly as he reached his peak. His cock pulsed against her tongue, and with a sharp motion, he thrust deeper into her throat, holding her in place as his release overtook him. Hot spurts of cum spilled into her mouth, filling it quickly as Kushina gagged slightly, her throat tightening around him as she struggled to swallow. Her eyes watered, but she made no effort to pull away, instead taking everything he gave her with a fervent determination.

Naruto, now further from the bed, paused again. "Wait... did you hear—"

"It’s nothing!" Kiba interrupted, grabbing Naruto by the arm. "Let’s move on already. You’re just hearing things."

Naruto let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented, his footsteps retreating toward the door. "Fine, but if I’m right, I’m saying ‘I told you so.’"

As the door swung shut behind them, the tension in the room eased slightly. Hiro released his hold on Kushina’s hair, his body relaxing against the pillow as he let out a shaky breath. Kushina slowly pulled back, her lips sliding off his cock with a faint pop, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and exhilaration.

The room fell silent once more, save for the faint sound of their heavy breathing. Kushina remained beneath the blanket, her heart pounding as the thrill of the moment lingered, her body still trembling with the adrenaline of almost being caught.

Kushina slowly pulled away from Hiro’s cock, her lips parting with a soft, wet pop. Saliva glistened along his length, a mix of her devotion and the remnants of his release. She licked her lips slowly, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her crimson locks framing her flushed face. A sly, almost needy smile spread across her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.

She missed this. She needed this.

Without a word, Kushina shifted herself onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she positioned herself over him. Her hands trailed up his chest, pressing gently against his bandaged body as she climbed atop him, her thighs straddling his hips. The hospital gown she wore slipped higher up her legs, revealing smooth, creamy skin as she settled herself onto his lap.

Hiro’s breath hitched as he felt the warmth of her against him, the heat radiating from her core sending shivers down his spine. His hands instinctively found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as she reached between them, guiding him to her entrance. The tip of his cock pressed against her slick folds, and Kushina let out a soft, breathy moan as she slowly sank down onto him.

Her walls stretched to accommodate him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She paused for a moment, her hands braced against his chest as she adjusted to the fullness inside her. Her head fell back, her long red hair cascading down her back as she let out a shaky exhale, her body trembling with anticipation.

Slowly, she began to move. Her hips rocked forward, her body rising and falling in a steady rhythm as his cock slid in and out of her. The feeling was intoxicating, each motion sending sparks of pleasure through her as she tightened around him. Hiro groaned beneath her, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as she rode him with increasing fervor.

Kushina’s movements became more deliberate, her thighs flexing as she lifted herself higher before sinking back down onto him, taking him deeper with each motion. Her breasts bounced gently with the rhythm of her movements, the thin fabric of the hospital gown doing little to conceal her curves. She leaned forward slightly, her hands sliding up his chest to steady herself as her pace quickened.

The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, a mix of soft, wet noises and the creak of the bed beneath them. Kushina’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, her moans growing louder as the pleasure built inside her. Her nails raked lightly against his skin, leaving faint red marks as she moved with an almost frantic need.

Hiro’s hands slid from her hips to her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him with unrelenting intensity. His own groans mixed with her moans, his body arching slightly beneath her as he thrust upward to meet her movements. Kushina’s head tilted forward, her eyes half-lidded as she watched his expression, her lips curling into a wicked smile at the sight of his pleasure.

She moved faster now, her body grinding against his as her movements became more erratic, driven by the heat pooling low in her belly. Each thrust sent him deeper inside her, the sensation overwhelming as she lost herself in the moment. Her breath hitched, a loud, guttural moan escaping her lips as she pressed her hips firmly against his, taking him as deeply as she could.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the voices outside the door, not the weight of her decisions, and certainly not the guilt that had plagued her before. All that existed was the sensation of his cock filling her, the heat of their bodies entwined, and the unrelenting pleasure that consumed her.

Kushina’s body moved fluidly atop Hiro, her hips rolling and grinding against his lap with growing fervor. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her flushed face and half-lidded eyes betraying the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing. The slick warmth of her walls gripped his cock tightly as she rose and fell, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through them both.

Hiro groaned beneath her, his hands sliding along her waist, guiding her rhythm as she quickened her pace. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with the soft, wet noises of their union. Kushina’s head fell back, her crimson hair cascading down her back as her moans grew louder, uninhibited by the privacy they thought they had.

But they didn’t notice the faint stirrings from the other two beds in the room—at least, not at first.

Sora was the first to blink her eyes open, the haze of unconsciousness lifting as she registered the scene before her. The sight of Kushina’s naked thighs straddling Hiro’s lap, her body rising and falling with fervent intensity, made Sora’s breath hitch. Her face flushed deeply, a mix of arousal and awe washing over her as she watched, unable to move more than her head and arms due to her injuries.

Kenta stirred next, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of Kushina’s bouncing figure. He let out a low groan, his gaze locked on her as she moved with unrelenting passion. Though his body was still too battered to rise from the bed, his hand instinctively slid beneath the thin hospital sheet covering him. His fingers wrapped around his already-hard length, stroking himself slowly as his eyes devoured the scene.

Kushina, lost in her own pleasure, didn’t notice at first. Her focus was entirely on Hiro—on the way his cock filled her so perfectly, the way his hands gripped her hips, urging her to move faster. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as the heat inside her built to a fever pitch. But as she glanced to the side, her half-lidded eyes caught movement from Sora’s bed.

Her breath hitched as she saw Sora’s wide-eyed expression, her face flushed with arousal. The young woman’s hands rested lightly on the sheets, her body too weak to do much more than watch. Kushina’s gaze darted to Kenta next, and her cheeks burned as she saw his hand moving rhythmically beneath the blanket, his lips parted in a low, guttural groan.

The realization that they were awake, that they were watching her, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. Instead of shame or hesitation, she felt an unexpected thrill. Her hips bucked harder against Hiro, her pace quickening as a wicked smile curled at her lips. Her hands slid up Hiro’s chest, her nails raking lightly against his skin as she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against him as she rode him with renewed vigor.

Sora let out a soft whimper, her gaze locked on Kushina’s bouncing form, while Kenta’s movements grew faster beneath the blanket, his breathing ragged as he struggled to stifle his sounds. Kushina’s head tilted back, her crimson hair falling in wild waves around her shoulders as her moans grew louder, spurred on by the knowledge that they were all watching her.

Her thighs flexed as she slammed herself down onto Hiro, taking him deeper with each motion. The bed creaked loudly beneath them, the sounds of their bodies meeting filling the room. Kushina’s hands gripped Hiro’s shoulders tightly as her pace became frantic, her body moving with an almost primal need.

Every glance at Sora and Kenta, at the way their eyes devoured her and their hands moved in response, only drove her further. She let out a loud, guttural moan, her hips grinding against Hiro’s lap as she chased the intense heat building inside her. The room was filled with the symphony of their shared pleasure, the lines between teacher and student blurring even further as Kushina lost herself completely in the moment.

 

Kushina’s movements slowed slightly as her eyes flicked between Sora and Kenta, both of whom were now fully awake, their gazes riveted on her. Their expressions were a mixture of awe and lust, their flushed faces betraying the arousal coursing through them. Sora’s lips were parted, soft pants escaping as her chest rose and fell, while Kenta’s hand continued its rhythmic strokes beneath his blanket, his eyes dark with need.

A mischievous smile spread across Kushina’s lips as she locked eyes with Hiro beneath her. She leaned forward, her crimson hair cascading around her face, and whispered into his ear, her voice thick with desire. "Hiro... let’s give them a better view."

Hiro groaned softly, his hands gripping her hips one last time before she lifted herself off him. The slick sound of their bodies separating was loud in the otherwise quiet room, and Kushina let out a soft moan as she shifted onto her knees beside him. Her hospital gown had long since slipped off her shoulders, leaving her bare as she turned to glance over her shoulder at him, her fiery hair cascading down her back.

"Come here," she murmured, her tone commanding yet inviting, as she arched her back slightly, presenting herself to him. Her round, firm ass was on full display, and Hiro’s breath hitched as he took in the sight. He positioned himself behind her, his hands trailing over the curve of her hips before sliding down to her thighs. He couldn’t resist giving her a firm squeeze, marveling at the softness of her skin and the way her body responded to his touch.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and reverent, before guiding himself back to her entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself inside her, both of them letting out matching moans as he filled her completely.

Kushina’s hands braced against the edge of the bed, her body rocking forward slightly with each of Hiro’s thrusts. Her moans grew louder as he set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against hers with increasing fervor. She glanced up at Sora and Kenta, their eyes still fixed on her, and the sight sent a thrill of heat coursing through her veins.

Without hesitation, Kushina leaned forward, her arms reaching out toward the two other beds. Her fingers slipped beneath Sora’s blanket first, wrapping around her cock with a firm, confident grip. Sora gasped at the contact, her hips shifting slightly despite her injuries. Kushina turned to Kenta next, her other hand finding him beneath his blanket and stroking him with the same deliberate care. Both students let out soft groans, their breaths hitching as Kushina’s hands worked them expertly.

"Sensei..." Sora whimpered, her voice trembling as Kushina’s fingers tightened slightly, her strokes slow but deliberate.

Kushina smiled, her own pleasure intensifying as Hiro’s thrusts became faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slick, rhythmic motion. Her moans mingled with the sounds of her students’ panting breaths, the combination of sensations driving her closer to the edge.

Her hands moved in perfect sync, stroking both Sora and Kenta with unrelenting precision as her hips bucked back against Hiro. The dual sensation of giving and receiving pleasure consumed her, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. She tilted her head back, her eyes closing as a deep, guttural moan escaped her lips.

The room was filled with the symphony of their shared lust—the wet sounds of Hiro thrusting into her, the soft gasps and groans of Sora and Kenta, and Kushina’s own breathy cries of pleasure. For the moment, nothing else existed but the heat of their bodies and the unspoken connection that bound them all together.

Kushina moaned deeply, her body trembling as Hiro’s thrusts grew more forceful, his cock plunging into her over and over with an unrelenting rhythm. Her hands continued to stroke Sora and Kenta, her fingers moving with expert precision along their slick lengths as they whimpered and gasped beneath her touch. The intensity of the moment consumed her completely, every nerve in her body alive with pleasure.

But even in the haze of ecstasy, a thought crept into her mind—a fleeting moment of clarity amid the chaos. This has to be the last time, she told herself, her heart pounding in her chest. The last time I let this happen. For Naruto. For the village. For everything I’ve already risked. She bit her lip, trying to push the guilt away, to focus on the here and now, on the pleasure that coursed through her body like fire.

Hiro’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his breath ragged as he leaned over her, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. “Sensei,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust, “you feel so good…”

Kushina’s eyes fluttered shut, a shiver running through her as his words only spurred her movements faster. Her fingers tightened around Sora and Kenta, her strokes becoming more fervent as her hips pushed back against Hiro with equal intensity. For a moment, she let herself believe that everything would be fine—that she could let this moment end, clean herself up, and finally set things right.

Then, the door to the infirmary slammed open.

The sound was deafening, shattering the intimate atmosphere in an instant. Kushina’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with shock as the curtain surrounding the bed was flung open. There, standing in the doorway, was Naruto.

His face was twisted with rage, his eyes blazing as they took in the scene before him. Kushina’s stomach dropped, her blood running cold as she froze, her body still straddling Hiro’s lap, his cock buried deep inside her. Sora and Kenta lay on their beds, their flushed faces and half-covered bodies betraying exactly what had been happening.

Kushina’s heart stopped for a moment as she locked eyes with Naruto. His face, twisted with rage and disbelief, burned itself into her mind as she struggled to process the catastrophic reality of the situation. The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of her heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed beneath her. For a second, it felt like the world had frozen in place.

Then panic set in.

“Naruto, I—” she stammered, her voice trembling, but her words were cut off by her own frantic movements. She tried to lift herself off Hiro, her hands pushing against his chest for leverage, but her current position and her swollen belly made it nearly impossible. Her body moved sluggishly, her panic only making her efforts more clumsy and ineffective.

“Sensei,” Hiro said with a low, mocking chuckle, his grip on her hips tightening as she squirmed. His fingers dug into her flesh, holding her firmly in place. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re not done yet.”

“Hiro, stop!” Kushina pleaded, her voice breaking as she pushed against him again. But her strength was no match for his determined grip, even in his injured state. He shifted beneath her, his hips bucking upward, driving his cock deeper into her, and Kushina let out an involuntary gasp, her body betraying her in the heat of the moment.

Naruto’s jaw clenched tightly, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he watched the scene unfold. His knuckles turned white as he struggled to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Hiro turned his head toward Naruto, a smug grin spreading across his face as he continued to move inside Kushina. “What’s the matter, Naruto? Cat got your tongue?” he taunted, his tone dripping with mockery. “You’re just going to stand there and watch while your mom—oh, I mean, our Kushina—shows you who she really belongs to?”

“Shut up!” Naruto growled, his voice shaking with barely contained fury.

But Hiro only laughed, his movements growing more deliberate as he thrust up into Kushina, making her gasp again despite her obvious attempts to suppress the sound. “You don’t get it, do you? Kushina’s been ours from the start. She’s not yours, Naruto. Never was. You think you’re special just because you’re her son? Because you share her bloodline? Look at her!” He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, making Kushina cry out softly. “She’s pregnant with our children. That’s proof enough of where her loyalties lie.”

Kushina shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she continued to struggle against him. “Hiro, stop this! Please!” she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. But despite her pleas, her body betrayed her again, her walls tightening around him as he continued to move inside her.

“You see that?” Hiro said, his grin widening as he looked back at Naruto. “She doesn’t want me to stop. She likes this. She’s been a willing participant from the start—every time, every moment. She’s the one who came to us, Naruto. Not the other way around.”

Naruto’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as his anger reached a boiling point. His blue eyes burned with a mixture of rage and hurt, his fists trembling as he stood frozen in place, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight before him.

“And you know the best part?” Hiro continued, his voice dripping with arrogance. “She’s not even thinking about you right now. All she cares about is me. Us. Her body, her heart—they’ve always been ours. You were just too blind to see it.”

Kushina’s sobs grew louder, her face contorted with guilt and anguish as she continued to struggle against him. But Hiro’s grip remained firm, his cock moving inside her with unrelenting purpose as he reveled in his dominance, both over her body and the emotional torment he was inflicting on Naruto.

Hiro, his hands still on her hips, smirked, though he didn’t say a word. His grip on her was firm but not forceful, his expression calm despite the storm unfolding around them. “Sensei, you’re the one who told me not to stop,” he said softly, his voice low and mocking, just loud enough for Naruto to hear.

Kushina’s shoulders trembled, her hands gripping the bed frame for support as her gaze fell to the floor. “I didn’t want you to find out like this,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I never wanted it to get this far…”

Her words faltered as Hiro shifted behind her, his movement subtle but enough to remind her of the compromising position she was in. Her body tensed, torn between the physical sensations and the emotional turmoil of seeing Naruto like this. She wanted to push Hiro away, to end this madness, but the weight of her choices—and her inability to face them head-on—kept her frozen.

From the other beds, Sora and Kenta, still too injured to move, exchanged glances before turning their attention to Naruto. “She’s been ours for a while now, you know,” Sora said, her voice teasing, though strained from her injuries. “Guess you’re late to the party.”

Kenta chuckled weakly, his smirk evident despite the bruises on his face. “It’s not like she’s been hiding it. She made her choice.”

“Stop it!” Kushina snapped, her voice filled with desperation. “You’re not helping!” She turned to Naruto, her eyes pleading. “Naruto, please… just leave. Let me finish this, and then we’ll talk. I’ll explain everything. Please.”

Kushina’s breath caught in her throat as Naruto stood still, his face unreadable. His piercing blue eyes burned into hers, but his expression betrayed nothing—neither the rage nor the heartbreak she expected to see. Her voice trembled as she tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat, swallowed by the deafening silence that stretched between them.

Then, without warning, Naruto raised his hand, his fingers flicking in a sharp, deliberate signal.

In an instant, the room erupted into chaos. Hiro was suddenly yanked away from Kushina, his grip on her hips broken as strong hands pulled him backward. Kushina let out a startled cry, turning to see Kiba restraining Hiro with an iron grip, his expression grim and unrelenting. From the corner of her eye, she caught the flash of movement as Sasuke appeared near the other two beds, his Sharingan blazing as he restrained Sora and Kenta with ease, pushing them back onto their mattresses and pinning them down.

“What the—” Hiro began, his voice rising in shock, but Kiba twisted his arm behind his back, silencing him with a sharp growl.

Sasuke’s voice was cold, cutting through the confusion like a blade. “Stay down, and don’t make this harder on yourselves.”

Kushina scrambled to cover herself, clutching the blanket around her body as she stared at the scene unfolding before her. Her mind raced, the reality of what was happening crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She turned to Naruto, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Naruto, what… what is this?”

Naruto’s gaze finally broke from hers, shifting to Hiro, then to the restrained forms of Sora and Kenta. His expression was a mixture of fury and something much colder—disappointment. When he spoke, his voice was steady, but the pain beneath it was unmistakable.

“You really think I’m an idiot, don’t you?” Naruto said, his tone low and dangerous. “You really thought this would go unnoticed? That I’d just walk in here, see this, and do nothing?”

Hiro glared at him, his jaw clenched as he struggled against Kiba’s hold. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Naruto let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “This entire thing was a test. A trap. We were watching to see if my mother would actually listen to Mikoto, take the out she was given, and break things off with you.” His gaze snapped back to Kushina, sharp and cutting. “But she didn’t. She failed.”

Kushina’s breath hitched, tears welling in her eyes as she shook her head. “Naruto, please, you don’t understand—”

“No, you don’t understand,” Naruto interrupted, his voice rising. “I wanted to believe in you. I wanted to believe that you had the willpower to do what was right, to end this before it got worse. But you didn’t. You let this continue. You chose them over everything else—over me, over the village, over your own damn pride.”

Sasuke and Kiba remained silent, their expressions tense as they kept the students restrained. Hiro’s face twisted in anger, but he stayed still, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Sora and Kenta exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence from earlier completely shattered.

Naruto took a step closer to Kushina, his hands trembling at his sides as he continued. “Do you know what you’ve done? What you’ve destroyed? I trusted you. I believed in you. But now...” He trailed off, his voice breaking slightly before he steadied himself. “Now I can’t even look at you without seeing this.”

Kushina’s tears spilled over, her hands clutching the blanket around her as she sobbed. “Naruto, please, let me explain. I can fix this—”

“You’ve broken my trust,” Naruto said coldly, cutting her off. “And as much as I want to believe in you, you’ve broken my heart, too.”

The room fell silent, the weight of Naruto’s words pressing down on everyone like a crushing force. Kushina’s sobs filled the air as she sank to her knees, her body trembling with regret and shame. Naruto turned away, his fists clenching as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

“This ends now,” he said, his voice firm and resolute. “No more excuses, no more second chances. You’ve made your choice, and now you’ll live with the consequences.”

With that, he walked to the door, the devastation of his words lingering in the air.

 

Naruto exhaled sharply, his face cold and unreadable as he took one last look at the scene before him. Kushina, still kneeling on the bed, clutched the sheets around her trembling body, her tear-streaked face filled with regret and anguish. Hiro remained restrained beneath Kiba’s firm grip, his jaw clenched in defiance, while Sasuke kept Sora and Kenta pinned to their beds with an iron-like grip.

Naruto’s hands curled into tight fists before he turned his back on them. Without looking back, he gave the order in a voice devoid of hesitation.

“Sasuke. Kiba. Do what we agreed to do.” His words hung in the air, sharp as a blade, cutting through the tension in the room like a death sentence.

Kushina’s breath hitched, her head snapping up in panic. “Naruto—wait! What are you going to do to them?”

Naruto didn’t answer. He didn’t even pause. He simply walked forward, the weight of his mother’s betrayal pressing down on him like an unbearable storm, but his steps remained steady.

Hiro, despite his restraint, managed to smirk. “You think we’re scared of whatever you have planned, Naruto?” he sneered. “Kushina will always—”

Kiba silenced him with a hard shove, pressing him into the mattress with a low growl. “Shut up. You don’t get to talk anymore.”

Sasuke’s expression remained stoic, his Sharingan fading as he kept Sora and Kenta restrained. He glanced at Naruto as he reached the door. “We’ll handle it.” His voice was even, controlled.

Naruto didn’t stop, didn’t turn back. He simply gave a sharp nod before stepping through the doorway.

As he crossed the threshold, two imposing figures appeared before him. Tsunade and Mikoto stood just outside the infirmary, their expressions grim, their eyes filled with an understanding that only women with their wisdom and experience could hold.

Tsunade crossed her arms, her golden eyes narrowing as she peered past Naruto into the room. “So, it’s come to this,” she murmured, her voice unreadable.

Mikoto’s face was softer, but there was no sympathy in her gaze as she met Naruto’s eyes. “You did what needed to be done.”

Naruto didn’t say anything. He simply stepped past them, his jaw tight, his emotions buried deep beneath his resolve. He didn’t look back as they entered the room, their presence casting a long, heavy shadow over what came next.

The door shut behind them with a quiet but decisive click.