Naruto: Akira’s Story

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This mini-chapter contains explicit adult content and is intended for readers aged 18 and over. If you are underage or simply prefer to skip it, feel free to do so — this chapter is not essential to the main storyline.

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I've also created a Patreon where you can find free access to this chapter with spicy illustrations, as well as one advanced chapter.

Additionally, Many readers were disappointed by the skipped lemon scene with Tsunade, but I didn't want to start the novel that way. So I've posted an 18+ Tsunade chapter there that expands on Chapter 2.

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Kushina lay sprawled on her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to shake the image of Akira from her mind. He'd only recently entered her life, but already he'd taken up residence in her thoughts, like a warm, sweet poison. 

She kept replaying the way he'd looked at her earlier - hungry, intense, as if he was undressing her right there in the kitchen, not caring who might see. There was something predatory in his gaze, but also a tenderness that made her insides twist with anticipation.

She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the memory. Akira's image came to her easily: tall, sexy, with perfect posture and those beautiful hands. His face - sharp cheekbones, dark eyes always glinting with mischief. 

But what drove her wild was his scent - unusual, fresh, with a hint of musk and something spicy she couldn't quite name. Every time he passed by, she caught that aroma and felt a shiver run down her spine.

She imagined his fingers gliding over her skin, the way he'd slowly peel her clothes away, never breaking eye contact. In her fantasies, he was gentle but insistent, and the thought alone made her body burn.

Her hand drifted down her stomach, lower still. She could already feel the heat pooling between her thighs, her body aching for more. She sat up, slipped off her shorts and panties, leaving only a thin tank top. Her heart was pounding, breath coming faster. 



Remembering the big, smooth cucumber she'd left in the kitchen, she let out a soft, wicked laugh and went to fetch it. Back in her room, she lay on her back, spread her legs, and ran the cool vegetable along the inside of her thigh, savoring the contrast of temperature and texture. She pictured Akira's hand instead, his eyes devouring her, and the thought sent a wave of heat through her.

She traced the cucumber over her lips, pressing just enough to feel her body clench in anticipation. She started to circle her clit with it, slow, deliberate, imagining it was Akira's tongue teasing her, never quite giving her what she wanted. Eyes squeezed shut, she bit her lip, a soft moan slipping out.

"Ah... Akira...♥️" she whispered, her movements growing faster.

Her free hand cupped her breast, fingers pinching her nipple as she imagined his mouth on her, his hot breath ghosting over her skin. She eased the cucumber inside, just the tip at first, relishing the cool stretch. She took her time, letting her body adjust, then pushed it deeper, feeling herself grow wetter, hotter with every inch.

Her mind spun with images: Akira undressing her, his strong hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on hers, never looking away. She picked up the pace, the cucumber sliding deeper, her other hand never leaving her clit. She stopped holding back, letting the moans spill out, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body arching into the pleasure.

Squish... 

Squish...

The room was thick with heat, and now her moans were joined by wet, obscene sounds - slick, messy, the cucumber sliding in and out, her juices running down her thighs. Every time she pushed it deeper, there was a lewd, wet slap, the kind of sound that would have made her blush if she wasn't so far gone. She could hear her fingers working her clit, the cucumber moving in and out with a filthy, squelching noise, and it only made her want more.

She moved faster, feeling the wave building inside, her muscles tightening, her whole body trembling with tension. And then, suddenly, it crashed over her - orgasm ripping through her, a hot gush spraying onto the sheets. She cried out, clutching the cucumber with both hands, then collapsed back, breathless, feeling the wetness trickle down her legs.



For a few moments, she just lay there, lost in the afterglow. Then she opened her eyes, glanced at the soaked sheets, and let out a soft, breathless laugh.

"Guess I'll have to clean up... Dattebayo" she murmured, still feeling that sweet ache and the tingling between her thighs.