"Dude, why do you always do this? Yadda-yadda-yadda." I do it for the same reason you use 'dude' all the time: because it's cool.
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Naruto found out the discrimination of foreign ninja immediately. He'd grown up a pariah, but there was something subtly obvious about how you were treated as a foreigner as opposed to being treated as a Jinchuriki. Vendors were all smiles and warm welcomes, going above and beyond to siphon the small allowance given by Jiraiya; Naruto had to be smart and not over tip, no matter how the cooks flattered him. "Shinobi have jutsu; the regular people have their own tricks to make a living, and they thrive on kindness. Help where you can, but keep your wits." That was the sage advice Jiraiya gave, a rare moment of respect from Naruto which was immediately squandered as he dropped a pitiful handful of bills in his apprentice's hand and pranced back to the Make-Out Club Battle with the bulk of their (Naruto's) funds. The moment he opened the door, there was an outcry of delighted squeals. "Jiraiya-chan~!" "Back already?!" "You're insatiable!" Jiraiya, gushing and fawning his way into a room of pleasure, charmed his way through the girls.
Naruto scowled at the perversion of his master, but he took solace that Tezuna-chan was not among those women that flattered Ero-Sennin. She was smarter than those other floozies, he thought guardingly of her.
The amount Jiraiya permitted to him was just enough to buy some ramen, but despite his growling stomach, Naruto resolved to stock up. He could pick up a few snacks or eat some own rations, but his stomach's aches hardly matched against the urges in his pants. He needed to get back to Tezuna, but dragging himself back in under the pretense of waiting for Ero-Sennin. It seemed unworthy and pretty pitiful. He wasn't a beggar. He wanted to earn her time.
And that was easier said than done.
The discrimination was reversed on his end of labor. Finding clients wasn't difficult, as every home needed patchwork – in areas outside that were difficult to get to without the tree-climbing skill – or pet- or child-care or other miscellaneous tasks that took him back to his earlier days in Team 7, when they were whole. But Konohagakure clients could pay up easily for the duties fulfilled. Amegakure clients found Naruto's work shoddy or by the end of his work, their money might've gone missing and he was stuck accepting less than promised.
It took two miserably-soaked days for Naruto to work up the courage to secretly follow Ero-Sennin back into the Make-Out Club Battle. The old coot was already lodged, his hooting and slobbering starting to echo through the establishment along with he chorus of whatever and however many women's hands he emptied Gama-chan's guts into.
Naruto ducked his head low, moving into the waiting room that had been the classroom for his sexual tutoring. As before, it was a luxurious atmosphere, but – aside from the Hn!Hn!Hn!-ing from Ero-Sennin – it was overwhelmingly quiet. Even alone, Naruto felt the empty and heavy room bearing down on him. Maybe a boy his age had no business being here… but that discrimination of workers and employers was the same in here as out there. They'd welcome him and the deepness he dug in his pockets. His hands were wrinkled from moisture and sore from frequent tool-use, but they were itching for a handful of soft flesh.
Tezuna was an angelic sight, appearing as if with a backdrop of flowers and raining glitter. Still top to bottom outfitted in cow, she moved elegantly from the backroom to meet the customer. "I'm sorry," she started, a rehearsed line taught to her from more seasoned women. "Our hostesses are all occupied, and…" She blinked in realization, seeing that only the small frame of the boy from a few days ago had returned. And if any woman meant to make a living here, she knew how important recognition was. She threw on a bright smile. "Naruto-chan!"
Head still ducking, Naruto's tiny grin was bashful. "Y-yeah…" He gulped, his throat loud in the silence between them. "Hi, Tezuna-chan."
Giggling, Tezuna quickly checked that the door to the rooms in back was closed, and then crossed the room to meet her miniature guest. And as with any guest, she met them with a comfortable but low bow that showed the loose yield of support holding her breasts. Her eyes in front of him, but Naruto's followed the globes' jiggle. "Here following your master again? Hm! Jiraiya-chan hasn't been here long. I think you'll be waiting here a while."
"Uh! No!" Naruto blurted out. Somehow, he didn't like Tezuna-chan referencing Ero-Sennin and his poorly-excused 'research.' He cleared his throat and looked aside; the face that Tezuna made to his abrupt outburst was inquisitive and cute. It took a moment for him to recall the lump in his pants, and before he could forget his courage, he plunged his hand within.
Again, Tezuna made that cute face of curiosity until the wad of money came up with both hands in offering. She stared for a moment before looking up at him for an explanation, but he continued to dodge eye contact.
"Is… is this enough?" he pushed out of his mouth with difficulty. His heat was rising quickly, from beneath his collar to his cheeks and to the top of his head.
Tezuna considered the bills as they started to unfold at the top. Clients normally hid the mass of their willingness to spend to coax the girls to work for more, but Naruto's inexperience – and loudmouth honesty – missed this opportunity. Tezuna, as a seasoned worker, knew she could 'rob' him without much work now, but the boy was ignorant to the point of being pitiful. And though her profession thrived on beguiling men, Tezuna was not without pity.
At first, she almost curled his fingers back over his money and sent him away. Don't waste yourself here, would be her words of wisdom, but those were the words of anyone anywhere besides the drowning Amegakure.
She clasped her hand over his, sealing the money between their palms. She felt Naruto's tension, the cords in his digits snapping tight. He didn't know how he should reciprocate her hold; with passion or with tenderness. It did not matter to her, and she gently told him to follow. He did without question, though the stone of apprehension dragged in his belly, trying to pit him against the floor and stay in the known safety of the waiting room. He inhaled sharp and deep like the threshold to the back had taken the world away for him to plunge forever into darkness.
There was darkness back here, but it was highlighted with low, red-filtered lamps that created a dreamy glow. An erotic dream, Naruto thought as the corridor of closed, locked doors muffled the noise of reckless men and preening women.
Tezuna announced her own space with a smile, and let Naruto enter first. He looked around and found the room plain and expensive. He fisted his cash. When was she going to unload this burden?! There was a couch like in the lobby, and a small table in front where drinks and eating could happen. He saw a cabinet – though he looked only through the width of his eyes instead of turning his stiff neck – that probably harbored those drinks and foods that got men like Ero-Sennin to loosen up.
He nearly jumped – a poor show of ninja readiness – when the door closed and the latch locked. He then expected Tezuna-chan to round him and invite him to join her on the couch where they could discuss what he hoped his money could afford. Instead, she hugged him from behind, smooth hands sliding over his shoulders to clasp at his sternum, pressing her cheek to his so he could smell the lavender of her subtle perfume, and feel those familiar tits shoved against his back.
She held him like that for a moment. It was too foreign to be comfortable, yet orphan Naruto melded back against her as much as he could. Then came the expected invite: "Let's go to the couch."
Naruto felt dizzy, like she had pitched him into the cushions when she had only given him a gentle nudge. He tilted tipsy-like and plopped. Tezuna giggled and remarked his silliness; he let her believe he was jesting, but his limbs locked up as with his first visit. And like his first visit, timidity gravitated his gaze to the floor as the cow shuffled securely against him. The space between them was snug, Naruto felt the curve of her body against him.
No awkward pauses between them; Tezuna set her hand on his knee immediately and said, "You came here to see me again. My Ryusui might get jealous if he knew you kept coming to visit."
Naruto seized in that moment, his hand squishing the bundle of money. The fiancé; the man he did not know, but had transgressed against and whose lover he had coveted. It gave him a twist in the gut, but nothing more than how Tezuna made him shudder when she touched him. It was like being with Sakura-chan, but not ending with disappointment, rejection or a bashed head.
"Don't worry." She squeezed at his thigh. "He's been gone on a mission, so I've been lonely." She cozied intentionally up to him; a larger bulk against his shirking form.
Hearing that her fiancé was gone didn't appease him, but she made him feel welcomed. He messed with the paper in his hand, wondering if he should slide it into hers before the proposition.
Tezuna turned and pressed against the boy. Her reach was further than when she was bustling up the older, broader men who checked it for her; she dragged Naruto to her sternum, pillowing his head with her left breast. One wide eye peeked up from the plush mound of flesh. Like a doting mother, Tezuna pet his blonde locks smooth at the back of his head. "So, Naruto-chan…"
He felt like he could fall asleep to that tone, compressed to her bosom and feeling her heartbeat.
"… what would you like? You're certainly tense." Her eyes made him, glinting down at the region where her profession grew. She placed a hand nearer to his groin, but not yet touching; not till they were both prepared. There was no lunge in his pocket, nothing to distinguish that he was prepared for the thorough activities of the back rooms. In the lobby, he hadn't thought about it, ambushed by her doting so his instinct seized control. In this manner, he'd been dwelling on his choice, agonizing under the fear of rejection. But she was merciful to him, and she'd lead him right.
"Tell me about your Sakura-chan," she said, petting the soft spikes of his yellow head. She saw him duck a little. "How would she react if she knew you were here?"
The question conjured a vivid fantasy of Sakura-chan, flaming like an ogre ripping out of Hell. Na-ru-to! You pervert! She'd whack him so hard, his brain would rocket out his backside!
Naruto gulped, shuffling his nose into the sweet-smelling crease of Tezuna's breast. "I… don't want to think about it. She'd be… really mad." Yet despite the horrifying imagine, the shame of thinking of Sakura also bred a sensation of exhilaration and freedom. Yes, Sakura-chan would behave badly if she knew, but she wasn't here, and she wouldn't know.
"What about your mother?"
The blue of his eyes appeared in a flash. His mother? He didn't even know her, let alone know what she looked like. He'd like to think she was a forgiving sort, one who'd welcome him into her bosom even after he visited Tezuna-chan. He imagined she might hold him much like how he was being held now.
His prolonged silence was a hint to Tezuna. She decided not to press on touchy matters. Besides, her method had worked in any case. She pinched the tent now holding up the front of his pants. She giggled and nuzzled his hair. "You're hard, Naruto-chan." The anxiety that threatened his performance at the beginning had been ruled out by her expert coaxing.
Naruto rubbed into her tit. The money in his hand didn't matter; he was ready to turn it all over to her just to get that relief. "Could you…" His lips went taut before he could get it out fully. He looked at the cow pendant on her necklace. "Could you do what you did before?"
It made Tezuna sit up straight. Was he asking for another coddle? It was tame, and terribly overpriced if she accepted his money afterwards. He really was just too naïve. Couldn't he hear his master and the other patrons of the Make-Out Battle? Those cries and wall-thumping were not the results of a tugging fist. It'd be easy money, but Tezuna couldn't bring herself to rob him blind.
"How about you leave it to me, Naruto-chan?" she cooed. Her hand slid away from his crotch to his knee and pulled it away from the other. She moved slowly onto the ground, propped on her knees and holding his thigh with both hands. "You trust me, don't you?" Her eyes shimmered in the low light; Naruto could not say no to her and only nodded mechanically. She giggled, and wedged in place. The span of her body pried his legs apart to clutch snugly at her sides. Smaller client, but the workings were all familiar; she took Naruto's erection out with the ease as before, but much more sensually, though with zipper, button and boxer shorts out of the way, he sprung up abruptly. The small staff garnered the cutesy giggle from the bovine beauty before she tenderly placed her fingers around it, capturing its fullness, but she employed her other hand to pull back his foreskin. "It's so small and cute," she gushed like his cock was some sort of memorabilia at a market. She flicked at its tip, letting go with her hand to watch it wobble.
Of course Naruto knew he was usually the smallest at the hot springs, being the youngest to enjoy the recreation, surrounded by adults; there was plenty of room to grow with age. At the same time, it made him embarrassed for her to remark on his size. Shades of red carried underneath his eyes as he watched her intensely. Why couldn't she just rub him vigorously and get his head clear again?!
Tezuna shocked him by leaning forward and putting her puckered, red lips against his glands. Lipstick was left on his organ; a small whisp, but it was an inconsequential smudge when her mouth slunk over him, popping his rounded head through her lips like a treat. Within the hot and moist cavern of her mouth, Naruto realized that he could learn much more from Tezuna than simple relaxation.
His following cry, however, sounded desperate. He snagged the edge of the sofa and squeezed. Tezuna hardly moved her mouth at all, though nursing on only his tip seemed enough to rattle his resilience. "Tezuna-chan!" he hollered, wincing with one eye as she dipped in his crotch. Her smooth, red lips touched at his pelvis with no difficulty, inhaling the fullness of his member with room to spare. He was little, she thought again, and then used her fingertips to drag on his scrotum.
An almost-smooth surface; almost as smooth as after she'd been waxed for her clients. His was natural smooth, though, only the beginnings of manhood sprouting in a soft crown above. She'd not seen a cock this bald since she was his age. Naruto cried more than the first one she sucked, though; her talent was better now, and the boy was untrained.
Too untrained. She hardly got to bobbing before his sticky load blew all over inside his mouth. A quick-shot, too, though he seemed to produce more than his itty-bitty balls could hold. Really, aside from supplanting him and letting him rain down over her freshly-washed body, she'd no choice but to gobble him to the core, sucking each time he unloaded and taking it on a hot trail to her belly.
This was more intense than her hand! Naruto's head turned back, his mouth in a wide, silent scream as his energy, chakra system, whatever! Every bit of his body when to his loins to eject his seed into the mouth. The mouth; its warmth and moistness, it somehow felt more welcoming and natural than her gliding hand, though he thought it seemed filthy at first. Filthy and wonderful… How could she think to kiss her fiancé after this?
He felt empty when the convulsions simmered to slight tics. His dead fingers twitched every now and then, and his chest jerked with breath as he came down. Yes, he was empty, but in a good way; not the empty he felt in his social ostracism. He tingled all over; even the money crumpled in his hand felt like a ball of fluff. A soft, stupid laugh escaped him.
Glk! Glk!
The sound of swallowing steadily came through the echoing in his ears. His head turned down and he saw that though his cock was done, Tezuna-chan was not. The white he emitted had filled her puffy cheeks to capacity. How vulgar she looked, doe eyes crossed and sniveling semen from one nostril and from her lips. Her throat worked hard to carry his children out of the orifice, and it wasn't until two more gulps that she felt confident enough to disengage… and open her mouth to show Naruto what he strove to get out of him.
Her tongue waded and waddled in a deep puddle of his white. He remembered the scent of it when she had held it to his nose. He found it too pungent to enjoy, but Tezuna closed her lips, swallowed loudly, and then showed an empty mouth, the only white being her teeth now.
"I've never had someone give so much," Tezuna confessed, going as far to say that her fiancé produced not even half that of the boy. Naruto flushed, and with the buzzing in his brain, he asked if that was a good thing. "It's impressive" was her winking answer before she looked back at him. "Oh my!" Was she actually shocked? It seemed staged for her to act like that, but the attention she gave his still-hard dick was well-received. She squeezed his base. It had lost some firmness, but it had yet to start wilting. And with her touch and attention, Naruto himself was surprised to see himself grow back in place. The skin stretched tight around the muscle, already freeing the head from his foreskin. "Still hard? That is impressive, Naruto-chan."
Her tongue flick was slight, yet it resonated throughout Naruto like a shockwave. She'd just waved along the tip, moving along the breadth of his hole, yet it made him stiffen. What was this?! He was more receptive than ever before! So when Tezuna buried him into her mouth, he outright screamed as if a Chidori tore into his stomach. "Wait!" was the only word he thought to shout as Tezuna ate his cock, but she would not be deterred, not even when he tried to forcibly take her off his meat.
He might've been the stronger if he had sense of himself and could channel his chakra to his deflated muscles, but she had perseverance and a commitment to the job. She gobbled him down even as he squirmed and started to sob. Tears of unrequited pleasure; he'd forgive her for them. She stuck to his cockhead, the most vulnerable part, and she suckled and lashed with her tongue, even nipping with her teeth though she was very gentle when she did.
He came faster this time, though more reactively than before; arms flailing before his hands latched onto her hair, his legs kicked out before his feet stuck to the floor. Her front teeth had undone him, nipping so gingerly as his slit, he jettisoned right when they came apart. And with him wagging and waving his hips, she had to restrain him by putting her weight to his pelvis. Her tits mashed up against his thighs as she craned her neck, taking deep swings of his essence as it poured out to her. She didn't leave a single trace of this lesser load for Naruto to behold, though towards the final spurts that did not launch as impressively, the prick itself had surrendered its strength and started to wane. All the better for her and her conniving mouth; she sucked and pulled and stretched the deflated organ, extracting every bit of his bitter sap until naught remained but a beaten, washed-out cock that flopped out of her puckered lips to lie dormant between Naruto's thin thighs.
With the hard taste of juvenile sperm in her mouth, she swept up, ready to seal the flavor over his own tongue to revel in his salty flavor. But such a chaste and savory gesture would be wasted on a dozing boy. She discovered him slumping into the cushions, a restful look on his face opposed to his earlier anxieties.
She was actually at a loss for a moment, as clients usually stayed awake to hurry out to their own wives and families. Naruto-chan actually had none of that, save for a wiry old pervert indulging in the VIP room with stacks of cash going out nearly every hour.
Speaking of cash…
Tezuna's gaze fell upon Naruto's loose fist, the money soggy and balled up. She took the liberty of relieving him of it before primping the two of them.
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Naruto awoke to the smell of brewed tea. His eyes, though still tired, creaked open and thanked the dim lighting for its mercy. In front of him dangled two huge knockers in cow-print dressings with the familiar necklace hanging between them. Tezuna-chan was just setting a tray down on the table, but when she saw the blue of his eyes upon her, she smiled. "Hello, Naruto-chan," she chirped. "I brought us some tea. You were out for quite a bit."
Naruto blinked lazily and shifted. "I was?" he murmured, half coherent.
"Here. This will help you wake up." She offered him a cup, poured by herself with dazzling grace and practice. He thanked her and blew at the steam before taking a wispy sip. "You gave a lot of energy. Even seasoned ninja don't go as long as you."
Naruto turned red over his tea. That stamina of his; he was grateful for it, though he only nodded briefly to Tezuna's compliment.
She sat with him, allowing some space between them as they drank and ate the rice crackers she provided. "You could be very talented," she told him when he was near finished with his tea. He piled up on crackers mostly, wanting to gorge after feeling so drained. His eyes flashed to her, questioning the reason of her statement. She just shrugged, letting her breasts lift and drop, maybe for his own delight. "There are clubs that women go to for men. Usually wives whose husbands are neglectful."
Naruto arched an eyebrow at that. Wives? Weren't wives married so they didn't have to buy love? It was an unusual prospect for him, but he understood the concept of neglect.
"Of course…" Tezuna stole a hand from Naruto's lap and applied it to her own. The slip of her dress turned over her naked leg as she headed him to uncharted territory. The leftover tea in his cup when into the air as the clay cup crashed from his hand. "… you'd need to know how to please a woman first." She leaned forward, pressing towards him with a wry, sultry smile. "Would you like to learn?"
"T-Tezuna-chan!" Naruto's cherry-red face looked to be on the verge of exploding. His lips churned, unable to form a wide, elated smile or turn over and puke his insecurity out.
"Just kidding," she said in a singsong voice, and pressed the center of his forehead. "I don't think we have enough time. Jiraiya-chan already left; I said that you stopped by looking for him. I didn't want to wake you up."
He was glad that she hadn't. Even as long as he slept, he still felt on the verge of tipping over from exhaustion. On the other hand, he was disappointed… Disappointed that she would not make time for him, to teach him in the practices of pleasing a woman. He would've liked to return the favor, though he'd no idea how.
After picking up the mess he'd made – Tezuna said it was fine to leave it, though – he was walked out to the outer corridor. Tezuna, fixing herself, did not join right away. Gestating, waiting for her, Naruto avoided looking at the pair of women – voluptuous specimens worthy of Ero-Sennin's documentation. Tezuna came out just when the two women were passing.
"That Tezuna," the blonde grumbled to the other, hushed but loud enough for passive-aggressive commentary. She snorted. "She'll go with anyone for money."
The slight against her bothered Naruto. It bothered him to the point where he wanted to wheel on those big-breasted bimbos and defend Tezuna-chan's honor. However, he was held fast at the shoulder, and Tezuna knelt slightly to eyelevel. "It's true," she told him, though it was more than a confession of monetary wants. It was a hint. And for all onlookers, whomever might be in the hallway with them, she kissed him on the mouth. Her lips steamed from the tea they shared, but for Naruto, they smoldered hotter than that. This kiss, in front of anyone and everyone… This was a different kiss, he was sure. It was the kind of kiss she likely saved for her fiancé to make him feel special.
"Can I come back?" Naruto whispered when the breathtaking kiss ended.
"Sooner rather than later," Tezuna chortled, flicking his nose. "Goodbye, Naruto."
He kissed her once more, running his hand along the exposure of her back. Smooth; he wanted to touch her breasts again, beyond her dress; wanted to touch her leg… but she'd already said there was no time.
The rain outside was heavier than before, or it at least felt that way. Dizzy in the head, light of his feet, Naruto left the Make-Out Battle with more determination than before. He'd need to accumulate more to see Tezuna again, and he wasn't sure how he'd go about doing that. Maybe find more odd jobs…
His hands went into his pockets leisurely, but his right hand touched a pad of paper. Confused, he brought out what he touched. He had been willing to give Tezuna-chan everything; she was unwilling to take everything, only what she felt she deserved. He wasn't left penniless! His eyes dazzled as he looked at the sum that remained, more even than Ero-Sennin allowanced him!
Tezuna-chan was worth every penny and more! He could swear he was falling in love!
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So… Tezuna gets a trilogy instead of a duet instead of a solo. The next, final chapter of Tezuna's run will end magnificently, with a thorough go between Naruto and the bovine beauty!