Chapter 50 (Patreon)

“Roy… Roy-kun.”

Having finally regained her senses, Kushina called his name in a faintly trembling voice, an emotion she could not quite explain woven into her tone.

Even after tempering her will for so long, Kushina found it difficult to maintain her composure—not while she could feel the hot, insistent throb pressed directly beneath her pussy.

“Don’t move! Stay calm… and get up slowly.”

At his words, Kushina remained perfectly still—but she made no attempt to get up either.

She could feel the scorching dragon pressed against her all too clearly. She had already subdued it once before falling asleep by trapping it between the curves of her ass, and she had assumed that two more times in the morning would be enough to satisfy him.

Nothing like this had happened during the night before, so why was it different today?

Kushina could not understand what was happening, but Roy had already sensed the cause.

Ultimately, it was connected to the soul energy he had absorbed earlier that day, which had strengthened his spiritual pressure.

It was no different from an ordinary person taking a potent tonic before going to bed. Under those circumstances, it would have been stranger if his body had shown no reaction at all.

As fate would have it, Kushina had chosen that exact moment to sit up—directly on top of him.

Had she simply remained asleep until morning, the problem could have been dealt with all at once, and this painfully awkward situation would never have arisen.

Kushina, on the other hand, remained lost in a daze, her breathing gradually growing heavier. Little by little, the decision she had made in her dream resurfaced in her mind.

People often dream at night of what occupies their thoughts during the day. If I was the one who invited him in that dream… then perhaps he has already held a place in my heart for far longer than I realized.

With that realization, Kushina’s hesitation finally disappeared.

Roy had been right. Minato belonged to her past, and she did not need to erase those memories simply to embrace a new life.

Cherishing the life she had once shared with Minato and choosing to move forward were not contradictions. One did not have to be abandoned for the other to exist.

With her decision made, Kushina slowly reached down, her fingers trembling as she guided him into position. Swallowing nervously, she held Roy’s gaze and gradually lowered herself until she felt him pressing against her entrance, the very tip beginning to slip inside.

That faint touch alone was enough to draw a heated moan from her lips.

“Nnngh… ahh~!”

She could feel it something was different about it then before, right now the rod beanth her felt exceptionally hot ready to melt her whole.

She could immediately tell that something felt different from before. The heat beneath her was almost overwhelming, as though it might consume her completely.

Yet after making her intentions clear—and feeling her body respond—Kushina’s earlier nervousness gradually gave way to an unexpected calm.

“Is… is this really okay?”

It was the first time Kushina had truly invited him to cross that final boundary with her—to enter the very place Naruto had once come from.

Despite everything that had led to this moment, Roy could not hide his awkwardness.

Kushina answered with nothing more than a soft hum of agreement. Only she knew how fiercely the heat was burning through her. At that moment, she no longer cared whether Roy hesitated—she wanted to claim him as hers and take all of him into her embrace.

“Nnngh… ahh~!”

Kushina’s head fell back the moment she sank onto him, red hair cascading in a wild arc as her eyes flew wide. The thick heat stretching her open forced a sharp gasp from her throat. She bit down hard on her lower lip, body trembling at the tingling pleasure of being filled so completely.

“Hnnng… Ahh… so big, Roy-kun…” Her voice came out strained, half a moan. “I’m glad I was prepared… were you going to kill me with it?” she added, trying for a playful tone even as her thighs quivered around his hips.

She had taken only half of him. Without waiting for an answer she leaned down, captured his mouth in a deep kiss, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Her hips sank the rest of the way in one slow, deliberate motion until every last inch was buried inside her.

“Mmmmph—”

The sound was muffled against his lips. The blunt head pressed firmly against her womb and her eyes fluttered, losing focus for a heartbeat.

She kissed him harder, almost desperately, and accidentally bit down on his lower lip as a shudder rolled through her. Soft, uneven huffs escaped between each press of her mouth while her body struggled to adjust to the sudden, overwhelming fullness.

When the trembling in her ass finally eased and her walls began to soften around the thick intrusion, Kushina broke the kiss. She placed a series of gentler, apologetic pecks along his lips.

“Sorry… for biting so hard… I was just—”

The words died in her throat.

Roy’s hips jerked downward, almost withdrawing completely—then slammed back up in one powerful thrust that buried him to the root again.

“Wah—! HNNNG!”

Kushina’s coherent speech shattered into a raw, broken groan. Her arms tightened around him, nails digging into his shoulders as her inner walls clenched hard around the sudden, deep stroke.

Roy didn't give her time to recover.

His hands clamped onto the generous curve of her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, and he pulled her down as he drove upward a second time.

The second thrust struck deeper than the first, sending a wet, slapping sound through the silence of the room that made Kushina's face burn crimson.

"Gaah—! R-Roy-kun, wait—nnnAH!"

Her protest dissolved into a high, breathy keen as he pulled back and thrust again, setting a rhythm that was anything but gentle. Each stroke was deliberate, punishing—his hips snapping upward with a force that made the cheeks of her ass ripple on impact.

The wet, obscene slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Kushina's ragged gasps. Roy's grip on her hips tightened as he established a relentless pace—each withdrawal dragging the ridged head of his cock against every sensitive ridge inside her before plunging back in with a force that drove the air from her lungs.

"Ahh~! Nnngh… f-fuck…!"

Kushina's vocabulary had already begun to fray. Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving angry red trails as her body jerked with each impact. The generous swell of her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardened into peaks that dragged across his skin with every jolt.

"Ahh—! Hnngh…❤️ R-Roy-kun—wait—"

Kushina pressed her palms flat against his chest, pushing herself upright despite the trembling in her arms. Her inner walls fluttered desperately around him each time he shifted, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment to collect herself.

"Slow… slow down," she breathed, her voice dropping from that ragged cry into something unexpectedly tender. A shaky smile curved her lips as she opened her eyes—blue orbs glassy and unfocused, but warm. "Fuck me slowly first… let me adjust. You don't have to be in such a hurry."

Kushina's hands slid from his chest to either side of his face, cupping his jaw with a tenderness that seemed almost absurd given their current position. Her thumbs traced along his cheekbones as she studied his expression through half-lidded eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, Roy-kun." Her hips shifted experimentally—a small, grinding roll that made her breath hitch. "Mmm… today, I'm not letting you go before you empty every last drop inside me. So… there's no need to rush. Okay?"

The conviction in her voice was quiet but absolute. She wasn't simply tolerating this or enduring it for his sake—she wanted this.

Wanted him. And she intended to take her time claiming him properly.

Roy stared up at her, chest heaving, his jaw clenched tight as he fought to rein himself in.

The slick, clenching heat and softness wrapped around him were unlike anything he had ever felt—hotter, tighter, and wetter than anything his body had memory of.

Every instinct screamed at him to grab her hips and drive into her again, but the softness in her blue eyes held him in place more effectively than any restraint ever could.

"I'm sorry," he managed, his voice rough and low. The words came out hoarse, almost ragged—nothing like the composed tone he usually maintained. "I couldn't hold back. I didn't mean to—"

He swallowed hard, one hand lifting from her hip to press against his forehead. His white hair was already disheveled, sticking to his skin with a faint sheen of sweat.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

Kushina smiled. It was a slow, languid curve of her lips that reached all the way into her eyes, softening them into something luminous despite the flush painting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She shook her head gently, her red hair swaying across his chest like spilled silk.

"You didn't hurt me, Roy-kun." Her thumb brushed across his lower lip—the same one she had bitten moments ago—and her expression carried a warmth that made his heart beat faster.

"It just… caught me off guard. That's all."

"I'm not saying you can't…" She tilted her head, a strand of crimson hair falling across one eye. A breathless, almost mischievous curl touched her mouth. "Can't do me hard. Just… take your time first. Let me get used to you. You're—"

Her hips shifted again, a tentative roll that made her eyelids flutter.

"—a lot bigger than Minato ever was."

The words left her mouth before she could catch them. The moment they registered, Kushina's eyes widened, and a deep, mortified flush climbed from her chest all the way to her ears.

She should not have said that out loud. The comparison had been meant to remain locked inside her own head—a private, involuntary observation her body had made without consulting her dignity.

Instead, it had tumbled past her lips like a confession she hadn't sanctioned, and now the silence that followed made her want to bury her face against his neck and never come up for air.

‘What kind of woman says something like that?’

The thought scalded her from the inside.

‘Lying here with another man inside me, talking about—’

Her face burned so hot she was certain he could feel it radiating off her skin.

Roy reached up and tucked the strand of crimson hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering against its flushed shell. The simple gesture made Kushina's breath stutter.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said quietly. His thumb traced the curve of her ear, then the line of her jaw. "I'm not comparing myself to anyone… and you don't have to either."

The words were simple, but they landed somewhere deep in Kushina's chest, making her exhale shakily as a small, rueful laugh escaped her.

"You're too kind, Roy-kun," she murmured. "Even now… you're too kind."

Kushina lifted herself until only the thick crown remained inside her—the brief emptiness made her walls flutter, grasping at nothing—then sank back down in one slow, deliberate motion that swallowed him whole again.

"Mmmngh… oh…"

The sound that left her was low and throaty, closer to a purr than a moan. She repeated the motion, establishing a rhythm so unhurried that it felt almost lazy.

Each descent dragged the broad head of his cock through the clutching heat of her inner walls, and each ascent pulled a soft, wet sound from where their bodies joined—a slick, clinging sound that made Kushina's ears burn every time she heard it.

Schlick, schlick, schlick.

"Mmm… Roy-kun." Kushina's voice came out warm and honeyed against his ear, her breath fanning across his neck. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling ever so slightly—a wordless request. "You can touch me more, you know. You don't have to just lie there."

Roy's hands obeyed before his mind fully processed the invitation. One slid up the ridged curve of her spine, fingertips mapping the subtle flex of muscle beneath silk-soft skin, while the other traced the generous flare of her hip and moved around to the heavy curve of her ass. He squeezed—gently at first, then with more intent when the pressure drew a breathy hitch from Kushina's throat.

"Mmn… that's it," she hummed against his neck, her hips never faltering in their slow, grinding rhythm.

Schlick… clap. Schlick… clap.

The steady, obscene metronome of their joining filled the room like a secret only the two of them shared.

His hand on her ass guided her downward on the next stroke, pressing her to take him just a fraction deeper, and Kushina's rhythm stuttered for the first time—a sharp inhale cutting through her warm hum as the added depth pressed the blunt head of his cock against something deep inside her that had gone untouched until now.

"A-ah… right there~"

"Hah—! Ahhn—Roy-kun, I'm—!"

She didn't finish the sentence. Her back arched, pressing the heavy swell of her breasts flush against his chest, and her face buried itself against the curve of his neck.

The orgasm crashed through her without warning—a sharp, electric jolt that started where the head of his cock pressed against that deep, sensitive place and radiated outward through her belly, her thighs, and her fingertips still tangled in his hair.

“Haaah… hah… I didn't expect…”

She couldn't even finish the thought. Her face remained buried against his neck, hiding the expression that had overtaken it.

"Kushina…"

Kushina heard him say her name and nothing else, but for some reason, the way he said it gave her a bad feeling.

"R-Roy… ku—"

She opened her mouth—to say what, she didn't know—but someone didn't have time for idle chatter.

Roy's hands clamped down on the full, generous cheeks of her ass with a grip that left instant crescent marks in the soft flesh—ten points of pressure that dimpled the pale skin and held her in place like iron shackles.

“Wait—Roy-kun, I just—nngh~❤️!"

The only response she received was his hands dragging her hips upward until only the large tip remained inside her—the brief, clutching emptiness making her walls flutter and grasp at nothing—before he pulled her back down as he drove upward with everything he had.

“Gaah—! ❤️"

The sound that erupted from Kushina's throat wasn't a moan, nor was it a gasp, but something more primal—a sound she had never heard herself make before.

The single, devastating stroke buried him so deep that the blunt head kissed the entrance to her womb, and the impact sent a jolt through her entire body that made her vision white out at the edges.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Roy pulled back and thrust again—another full, punishing stroke that bottomed out inside her with a wet, meaty slap that echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

"Hnnn—! F-fuck—❤️!"

Kushina's spine arched like a drawn bow, her head snapping back so hard that her crimson hair whipped across his chest in a wild scarlet arc.

Pah—! Pah—!

Roy's hips snapped upward in a relentless, machine-like cadence, each thrust driving the full length of his cock into her with a force that made the cheeks of her ass bounce and ripple against his thighs.

The wet, obscene symphony of their joining filled the room—slick friction and sharp impacts layered over the creaking of the mattress beneath them.

Pah—! Pah—! Pah—!

"Ah—! Ah—! Ahhn—❤️!"

Kushina's hands slammed against his chest, palms flat and fingers splayed wide to anchor herself against the brutal, wonderful onslaught.

Her nails dug into his skin, leaving white crescents that flushed red in their wake, and her arms trembled with the effort of holding herself upright while each thrust threatened to buckle her elbows entirely.

"R-Roy—hah—Roy-kun, I just came—you can't—nnnAH❤️!"

Her protest dissolved into a garbled, open-mouthed wail as Roy's hips drove upward again—harder this time, the angle shifting just enough to drag the ridged crown of his cock against a spot inside her that made her vision fragment into static and starlight.

PAH!

"Nnngh—❤️! Th-there—don't—hah—don't hit there—!"

The plea had the opposite effect of what she intended.

Roy's grip on her ass shifted—fingers spreading wide, palms sinking into the plush flesh until the skin bulged between his knuckles—and he angled her hips forward just enough to ensure that every subsequent stroke struck that exact spot with devastating precision.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

‘Sorry, Kushina. I really can't hold back.’

‘I'll make sure this memory stays with you for the longest time to come.’

"Ghh—ahh—ahhhnn—❤️!"

"Hah… hah… hah—❤️"

Each thrust punched a sound from Kushina's throat that she had no control over anymore. Her voice barely resembled anything human as she squealed, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to the hollow of his collarbone. Her eyes had rolled back so far that only the slimmest crescent of blue remained visible beneath her fluttering lashes.

"Hah… hah… hah—❤️"

Each exhale came in a ragged, punched-out burst, timed to the exact moment Roy's hips drove upward and buried himself to the root inside her. Her arms had given out two thrusts ago—her forearms collapsed against his chest, the full weight of her upper body draped across him while her lower half remained suspended entirely by his iron grip on her ass.

He held her like she weighed nothing.

"R-Roy… ’m gonna… something's—hah—something's coming—❤️!"

Kushina's voice came out in a pitch she herself didn't recognize.

The orgasm that ripped through Kushina was nothing like the first.

"GHAAA—❤️! ❤️! ❤️!"

Kushina's entire body seized. Every muscle, from her curling toes to her clenched jaw, locked rigid at the same instant—and then the convulsions hit.

Roy felt the dam inside him crack at the exact moment Kushina's walls clamped down around him with a force that made his vision blur. The rolling, desperate contractions of her orgasm milked his shaft in rhythmic, crushing waves that dragged against every nerve ending he possessed, and the pressure that had been building at the base of his spine exploded outward like a ruptured volcano.

He buried himself to the hilt—one final, grinding thrust that sealed their hips together with no space between them—and unloaded.

The first pulse was volcanic. A thick, scalding rope of cum erupted from the head of his cock and splattered directly against the entrance to Kushina's womb with enough force for her to feel it as a physical impact.

"HYAA—!❤️"

Thick, heavy, and scalding—it poured into her in a continuous, pulsing stream that filled the clutching channel of her walls and immediately began backing up with nowhere to go. The excess squeezed past the tight seal where their bodies joined, hot white threads spilling down the crease of her thighs and dripping onto the sheets beneath them with a soft, obscene patter.

"Mmh—! Nnnh—! It's—it's so much—❤️!"

The room fell into a heavy silence as Kushina lay on top of him, completely limp and twitching, with loads of cum dripping from her pussy.

"Roy… kun…"

"Roy… kun…"

The sound of her calling his name echoed through the room.

"Yeah… I'm here," Roy answered, stroking her hair.

He knew her brain was overloaded and that she needed some time to recover.

After a while, as he continued stroking her absentmindedly, Kushina suddenly laughed, taking him by surprise.

"…What's gotten into you?" Roy asked, uncertain for a moment.

Kushina laughed softly before answering.

"Roy-kun, I… I can't feel my legs."

“…”

Roy felt embarrassed for a moment, then cheekily replied in a serious tone.

"Your legs are right here."

His palm slid down to the back of her thigh and gave the trembling muscle a gentle squeeze.

"They're just… on strike."

"Nngh… idiot." Kushina's walls clenched weakly around him at the contact.

"That's… hah… that's because someone decided to—mmh—turn my lower half into jelly."

"Ha… haha…" Roy gave a low chuckle and turned his head to the side. He did feel that he had been a bit too much just now.

As Kushina gradually steadied her breathing, a sudden thought crossed her mind.

No matter how she looked at it, this was supposed to be Roy’s first time. And yet, his knowledge was astonishingly thorough. Once his initial awkwardness faded, he had somehow taken the lead, calmly explaining things to the very woman who was supposed to be guiding him.

“Roy… Roy-kun, what you said before—about never having been with a woman… was that really true?”

“I swear it was. Remember, Kushina? I told you I had studied plenty of theory.”

Hearing that, Kushina recalled that he had indeed said something along those lines before.

At the time, she had assumed he was merely boasting to protect his pride. She had never imagined that his so-called theoretical knowledge would actually be this extensive.

But that only raised another question.

Was there really some kind of specialized material for learning such things? Wasn’t this normally something people became skilled at only through experience?

She herself had needed a great deal of effort just to master the basics back then.

Before long, Kushina found herself wondering what Roy’s life in his previous world had truly been like.