The morning sun bathed Konoha in gold, but inside Naruto's apartment, the air was thick with spent chakra, sex, and prophecy.
Shion sat astride Naruto's unmoving body, her belly glowing with the faint spiral of a fresh seal—proof that his seed had taken root. Her fingertips grazed his chest in idle strokes, and her eyes held an eerie calm.
"I told you, Naruto," she whispered, tracing the sweat-beaded skin. "One child is the beginning. I will return when the next moon turns. And next time… I'll take more."
She rose from the bed, gathering her sheer priestess robes. Her thighs were slick with dripping seed. Her legs trembled. Her expression, satisfied.
Then—her eyes narrowed.
A presence. Old. Powerful. Perverted.
The window shattered.
A woman landed in a crouch—silver hair cascading in wild locks, thick fishnet wrapping a curvy figure, a scroll tucked under her arm, and mischief dancing in her violet eyes.
"Yo," she purred. "Jiraiya the Gallant—ess version. Sage of Mount Myoboku. Author. Researcher. Lesbian perv. And, apparently, the one who has to mop up this chakra-drenched mess."
Shion's eyes narrowed. "You…"
Lady Jiraiya smirked. "You've had your turn, Oracle. But this boy's soul—and cock—are under Konoha's protection now."
She flicked her scroll open. Seals glowed. Wind flared.
Shion stepped back, gripping her belly protectively. "He's already mine. My child grows within me."
"I don't care if you're carrying the Sage of Six Paths himself," Jiraiya said, rising to full height. "You've drained him dry. He needs rest—not round seven."
Shion turned, robe swirling.
"This isn't over."
She vanished in a flash of golden chakra, the smell of incense and sacred seed lingering behind.
Moments Later
Lady Jiraiya stood over Naruto's unconscious form. The sheets were soaked. The bed was ruined. His cock—still semi-hard—twitched against his thigh, gleaming with Shion's essence.
Her nose bled instantly.
She pinched it with one hand.
"Hooo boy… gods above and below. No wonder they're all going feral…"
She swallowed thickly, crouching beside him.
"Still, I'm not into sausage," she muttered. "Even if it's… that impressive."
She gently lifted his arm and checked his pulse. Slow. Weak. But steady.
"You need rest, kiddo. Before the next batch of hormone bombs show up."
She stood, brushing hair from her face.
"And I have my own problems."
Her gaze turned toward the Hokage Tower—toward Tsunade, whose golden hair, killer curves, and terrifying punch had haunted her fantasies for decades.
Jiraiya sighed dreamily.
"She still hasn't let me lick her sake bowl… but I'm patient."
Later That Evening
Naruto slept soundly, his breath finally even. His body slowly healing from the divine wreckage Shion had left behind.
Lady Jiraiya stood by the window, scroll sealed again, her eyes scanning the horizon.
"She'll be back," she muttered. "But so will I."
She turned toward the bed, giving Naruto's blanket-covered bulge one last look.
Another thin stream of blood slid down her nose.
"…Gods damn it, even lesbians aren't safe."