Welcome to my new story
Chapter 1: A Cruel Proposition**
In the heart of a sprawling metropolis, where towering skyscrapers glistened in the setting sun and luxury cars hummed softly through pristine streets, Ino Yamanaka ruled her world. She was the epitome of power, elegance, and ruthless ambition. She drove her sleek, obsidian-black sports car—a masterpiece of design and engineering, as rare and refined as the woman herself—through the streets, passing a myriad of people who could only dream of the wealth she possessed.
The city buzzed with life, the neon lights flickering to life as dusk fell. It was a place where the rich thrived, and the poor scraped by, hidden in the shadow of the immense towers of glass and steel. But Ino didn't care about the divide. To her, the world was hers for the taking, and she had always taken what she wanted, regardless of the cost to others.
She was known as a sadistic woman, someone who derived a twisted pleasure from wielding her power over those beneath her. She had everything: the finest clothes, the grandest estate, a powerful position as the CEO of a multi-billion dollar media empire, and yet... despite all of it, there was a hole in her heart. A black void that nothing seemed able to fill.
Her so-called "friends" were nothing more than pawns in her life. Even Sakura, her closest companion from years ago, was now just a bitter reminder of everything Ino didn't have. **Sakura** had a husband, a child—things that money couldn't buy. A normal life that seemed unreachable for Ino. She despised that happiness, that simplicity. **Sakura had something real,** something she couldn't control or manipulate, and it ate away at Ino's soul, fueling her endless resentment. Sakura had her perfect little family: her husband, Sasuke, and their sweet daughter, Sarada. And Ino? Ino had nothing but empty relationships, a trail of broken-hearted men who used her body and discarded her like yesterday's news.
She could feel it—the loneliness creeping in, no matter how many luxuries she surrounded herself with. Men came into her life, but they never stayed. They looked at her, **wanted her** for her beauty, her perfect physique, but none of them saw her. Not the real her. And once they had their fill, they always left. And every time they did, it chipped away at her, piece by piece.
But today, as she cruised through the city streets, her perfectly manicured nails gripping the steering wheel, Ino's mind was spinning. **She was done** being used. Done being tossed aside like some meaningless toy. She wanted control. She wanted to trap someone, bind them to her in a way they could never escape. Love had failed her. Lust had failed her. Now, she sought something darker. Something more twisted. A way to make someone hers **forever.**
As she sped through a less glamorous part of the city, her sharp, blue eyes caught sight of a small group of young men sitting on the steps outside a dilapidated building. They looked carefree, laughing together despite their obvious poverty. Their clothes were old, worn out. Their shoes scuffed from too many miles walked. And yet, they looked happier than she had ever been.
For a moment, Ino's heart tightened. **How could they be happy?** They had nothing. No money, no power, no future. Yet there they were, sitting together as though the weight of the world hadn't crushed them like it had crushed her.
Then, her eyes fell on him.
A young man, no older than twenty, with a **shock of wild, blonde hair** that gleamed even in the dim evening light. He sat on the edge of the group, laughing with his friends, his eyes sparkling with an energy and joy that seemed to radiate from within him. His skin was pale, almost delicate-looking, and his face... his face was strikingly beautiful, in a way that blurred the line between masculine and feminine. There was a roughness to him, no doubt about that, but his features were soft, his smile warm and genuine. He looked... out of place, yet utterly content.
Ino slowed her car as she watched him, her gaze narrowing. **Who was this boy?** He was poor, that much was obvious. His clothes were simple, almost shabby, his shoes barely holding together. But there was something about him—something **irresistible.** He exuded a charm, a magnetism that she couldn't quite put into words.
And then, it hit her.
**Why are they so happy?** she thought, biting her lip as the idea began to take shape in her mind. **Why is he so content when he has nothing?**
Her thoughts twisted into something more sinister. She had money. She had power. She could give him everything—everything he had never had. And in return... he could give her the one thing she desperately wanted.
**Control.**
An evil smile curled on her lips as she pulled her car to a stop, her heart racing. **What if I bought him?** She could offer him the world—money, luxury, a life beyond his wildest dreams. And all he would have to do was sign away his freedom. He could be hers. Her servant. Her puppet. Bound to her, body and soul, for the rest of his life.
The plan unfolded in her mind, dark and devious. She would approach him. Offer him a deal. He would marry her—on paper, at least—and in exchange, she would take him out of this miserable life of poverty. She would make him a prince in her empire, a man of wealth and power, but only under her thumb. He would be hers to command, to use as she saw fit. And he would never be able to leave.
The thought thrilled her, sent a surge of excitement through her veins. No more rejection. No more being discarded. She would finally have what she wanted: someone she could control completely.
And the best part? **He would thank her for it.** He would think she was saving him, when in reality, she was trapping him in a gilded cage.
Her pulse quickened as she leaned back in her seat, staring at the blonde boy from across the street. He had no idea what was coming.
Tomorrow, she would find him. Tomorrow, she would make her offer.
And tomorrow, he would begin the rest of his life as her **property.**
The night sky shimmered above the city as Ino Yamanaka sped through the streets in her luxurious black car. The roar of the engine echoed through the quieter part of town, where the streets were narrow, and the buildings were old, worn by time and neglect. It was a stark contrast to the life of excess and power that Ino was used to. The sharp scent of wealth seemed to fade the deeper she drove into the poorer parts of the city, but she didn't care. She had a mission tonight.
Ino's perfectly manicured fingers gripped the steering wheel as her eyes scanned the streets, looking for something—or rather, someone. Her heart beat with excitement, a wicked grin creeping onto her lips as she thought of what she would do. **She had found her target**, and tonight, she would make her move.
Up ahead, a small group of young men sat on the steps of a run-down building, their laughter and chatter cutting through the still night air. They were dirty, tired from a long day of work, but there was something about their energy, their carefree attitudes, that infuriated Ino. **How could they laugh?** They had nothing. No money, no status, nothing to show for their miserable lives.
She slowed her car as she approached the group, her eyes narrowing on the one she had come for: a young man with wild blonde hair. His clothes were simple, old and worn, but his face… his face was beautiful. Almost unfairly so. His skin was pale, his features delicate, with a certain innocence that made him stand out from the rest of the boys. His long blonde hair framed his face perfectly, giving him an almost angelic appearance. But there was something else about him. He was shy, **awkward even**, and it made Ino's grin widen.
"Perfect," she whispered to herself.
She pulled her car to a stop a few feet away, catching the attention of the boys. Slowly, she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement, and immediately, all eyes were on her. **Her beauty was impossible to ignore**—long, flowing blonde hair, a body that seemed sculpted to perfection, with curves that made every man's head turn. Her tight, designer dress hugged her figure in all the right ways, and her chest, full and prominent, drew gasps from the boys who watched her approach.
They blushed, their jaws dropping at the sight of her. She was like a goddess descending from the heavens, and they couldn't tear their eyes away.
"Who is that?" Kiba whispered, nudging Shikamaru with his elbow, his eyes wide with shock.
"How should I know?" Shikamaru muttered, though he couldn't help but steal a glance at her as well.
Chouji, who had been munching on a snack, almost choked, quickly covering his mouth. "I don't care who she is, she's out of our league. I don't even want to look!"
Ino ignored their muttering, her eyes cold and calculating as she approached. She wasn't here for them. She was here for one person.
Her eyes locked onto the blonde boy sitting on the steps, oblivious to the stares of his friends. **Naruto** didn't notice her at first. He was too busy laughing at something Shino had said, his face lighting up with the kind of joy that Ino hadn't felt in years. The other boys were blushing, their faces turning red in the presence of her overwhelming beauty, but Naruto remained unaware, lost in his own world of simple happiness.
It irritated her.
Finally, Kiba, unable to hold back any longer, stood up. "Hey, gorgeous! You looking for someone? I'm your guy!" He puffed out his chest, grinning confidently.
Ino's expression turned to one of pure disdain. "No, not you, you idiot." Her voice dripped with contempt as she waved him off without even a second glance.
Kiba blinked, his face falling in embarrassment as the rest of the boys chuckled.
Without missing a beat, Ino's sharp gaze turned back to Naruto, her lips curling into a devious smile. "Him," she said coldly, pointing a perfectly manicured finger straight at him.
Naruto, finally noticing her, blinked in surprise. His face flushed a deep red as he realized this breathtaking woman was staring directly at him. "M-me?" he stammered, his voice shaky as he felt the weight of her gaze.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Naruto. "What do you want with him? Naruto's the shyest guy in the group. He's not exactly your type, if you hadn't noticed."
Ino chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, that's exactly why I want him."
Naruto's blush deepened, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, his friends exchanging confused glances. He had no idea why this woman, this goddess-like figure, was interested in him, but he was too flustered to say a word.
Without warning, Ino pulled out a stack of cash from her designer handbag. **A lot of money.** She waved it in front of Naruto, her eyes locking onto his. "Take this," she said in a low, commanding voice, "and in exchange, you'll be my husband. My servant. Forever. I'll pull you out of this pathetic life of poverty and give you everything you've ever wanted. You'll never want for anything again."
Naruto's eyes widened in shock, and his friends' jaws dropped.
Kiba's eyes practically bulged out of his head. "Holy crap, that's a lot of money!"
Naruto swallowed hard, shaking his head slowly. "I… I don't want your money," he whispered, barely able to get the words out.
Ino's expression twisted into one of fury. In a flash, she grabbed him by the collar of his worn-out shirt, pulling him closer, her face inches from his. "Look at yourself," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "Do you actually like living like this? Look at your clothes, your pathetic life. You're beautiful. Handsome, even. It would be a **waste** to let a face like yours rot away in poverty."
Naruto's face burned with embarrassment, his mind racing. He felt humiliated, weak under her gaze, but something deep inside him resisted. "Money… isn't everything," he muttered.
Ino threw her head back and laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent chills down everyone's spine. "Oh, you poor, naive boy. You're hilarious. **How much do you want?** Name your price," she taunted, pulling out even more money. "Here," she said, throwing bills at his feet, "take it all."
Naruto stood frozen, his friends watching in stunned silence. Then, she pulled out a contract, shoving it into his chest. "Sign this, and you'll be mine. My husband, my servant. I'll take care of everything. I'll make you rich, powerful. All you have to do is give up… this miserable life."
Shikamaru stepped forward, shaking his head. "Don't do it, Naruto. She's not worth it. Don't throw your life away for money."
Naruto hesitated, his hands shaking as he looked at his friends. He didn't care about the money for himself, but he saw how much his friends struggled. **If he did this, they would be set for life.** No more worries. No more suffering.
"I'll do it," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But only if you give the money to them."
Ino laughed again, clearly amused. "Fine. Whatever. They can have it."
Shikamaru's eyes widened. "Don't be an idiot, Naruto! Don't sacrifice yourself for us!"
Naruto forced a weak smile. "It's okay. I… don't care anymore."
Ino handed him the pen, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Sign."
Naruto's hand trembled as he took the pen. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding, before finally signing the contract.
Ino's grin widened. She grabbed the contract, folding it neatly and slipping it into her bag. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and kissed him—**hard**—on the lips, her dominance clear in every movement.
"You're mine now," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "And trust me, this face of yours? This beauty? It belongs to someone like me. Not some poor, pathetic girl. You deserve a woman of power. A woman like me."
Naruto stood frozen, his face burning red as she dragged him towards her car. His friends watched helplessly as he climbed into the passenger seat, his fate sealed.
Shikamaru picked up the money, shaking his head slowly. "Poor Naruto."
As Ino's car sped away into the night, the boys could only stand there, silent and stunned, as they watched their friend disappear into the darkness.
The tires of Ino's sleek black car crunched against the gravel as they pulled up to a vast, sprawling estate, her mansion looming ahead like a fortress. It was a palace, a kingdom of its own, with high gates, perfectly manicured gardens, and the kind of luxury most people could only dream of. The large stone walls towered over Naruto, making him feel even smaller than he already did.
Ino stepped out of the car first, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. She walked around the car, her heels clicking sharply on the stone pathway, and yanked open Naruto's door. "Come on," she ordered, her voice cold and commanding. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the car, leading him toward the massive front doors.
Naruto's head spun as they walked, still trying to process everything that had happened. **How had his life changed so suddenly?** Just hours ago, he had been sitting with his friends, laughing, enjoying what little they had. And now? Now he was standing in front of a mansion, bound by a contract to this powerful, terrifying woman.
They reached the doors, and Ino pushed them open effortlessly, revealing the grandeur of the interior. The foyer was massive, with high ceilings, chandeliers made of crystal, and floors polished to a mirror-like shine. Every inch of the space screamed wealth and excess, and Naruto felt out of place immediately.
Ino pulled him through the house, not caring about his discomfort. "Follow me," she said sharply, leading him down a long hallway toward a set of enormous double doors.
As they walked, Ino called out in a loud, imperious voice, "Hinata! Come here at once!"
Naruto blinked in surprise. **Hinata?** He hadn't seen her in years. What was she doing here?
A moment later, a shy figure appeared at the end of the hall. **Hinata**, dressed in a maid's uniform, approached with soft, quiet steps. Her eyes were downcast, and when she finally noticed Naruto standing beside Ino, her pale cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. She recognized him immediately, and the shock on her face was impossible to miss.
"H-Hello, Naruto," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ino's sharp laugh cut through the tension. "Oh, don't be shy, Hinata. You've seen plenty of men in this house." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and Hinata's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"Y-Yes, Mistress Ino," Hinata mumbled, clearly flustered.
Ino smirked, her eyes never leaving Naruto's face. "Hinata, be a dear and fetch some proper clothes for this one, would you? Something… fitting for his new position." Her words were laced with amusement as she glanced over Naruto, as if mocking his current appearance.
Hinata nodded quickly and disappeared down the hall, leaving Naruto standing awkwardly beside Ino.
She turned to him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now," she said, her voice low and commanding, "take off your clothes."
Naruto's face turned crimson, his eyes wide with shock. "W-What? Here?" he stammered, his hands gripping the edges of his shirt nervously.
Ino threw her head back and laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the hallway. "Oh, you're hilarious, Naruto. Don't be so shy. I've been with plenty of men before you. I've taught them all… **many things**." Her eyes sparkled with sadistic delight as she stepped closer to him. "So go on, take it off. Now."
Naruto's face burned with embarrassment. He hesitated for a moment, his hands trembling, before finally turning his back to her. "Can you at least… turn around?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Ino chuckled darkly, her eyes locked on him. "You're funny. Really, you are. Don't worry, I've seen it all before. You're nothing special. Now hurry up, I don't have all night."
Naruto swallowed hard and, with shaking hands, began to remove his clothes, one piece at a time. His mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood there, exposed, in front of this woman who held all the power. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the hallway, his body lean and athletic, but there was a vulnerability in the way he stood, hunched over, trying to cover himself.
Ino's eyes roamed over him, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. "Absolutely perfect. No flaws. It would be a shame to let this beauty go to waste on some poor, miserable life." She stepped closer, her fingers grazing his arm. "No, someone like you should belong to a woman of power. A woman like me."
Naruto stiffened, his cheeks burning red with shame, but he didn't say anything.
Hinata returned moments later with a set of fine clothes, neatly folded in her arms. She handed them to Naruto, her eyes carefully avoiding his, her cheeks still flushed. "H-Here, Naruto," she whispered, stepping back quickly.
Ino waved her hand dismissively. "Thank you, Hinata. You can go now."
Hinata nodded and disappeared once again, leaving Naruto standing there awkwardly with the clothes in his hands. He quickly dressed, pulling on the fine suit that Hinata had brought him. The material was soft and expensive, a far cry from the worn, threadbare clothes he had been wearing earlier.
Once he was dressed, Ino stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Much better," she said, her voice full of approval. "Now you look like someone who belongs in my house." She gave him a wicked smile before turning and walking toward the grand staircase.
"Come," she ordered, glancing over her shoulder. "We have much to do tonight."
Naruto followed her in silence, his mind spinning, unsure of what was happening or what would come next. He had agreed to this, signed the contract, but the reality of his situation was only now starting to sink in.
Ino led him to the master bedroom, her private domain, and threw open the doors. The room was enormous, with a massive bed draped in silk sheets, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the city below.
She walked to the center of the room, her fingers toying with the edge of her dress. "Help me," she said softly, her eyes locking onto his. "I need to get undressed."
Naruto froze, his face burning with embarrassment. "I-I can't," he stammered, taking a step back.
Ino laughed again, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't be so shy, Naruto. You're my servant now. You'll do as I say." She turned her back to him, revealing the zipper of her dress. "Now, help me."
Naruto swallowed hard and stepped forward, his hands shaking as he reached for the zipper. He slowly pulled it down, revealing her bare back. Ino sighed in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the power she held over him.
Once the dress fell to the floor, Ino stood there in nothing but her undergarments, completely unbothered by Naruto's presence. She glanced over her shoulder at him, a playful smile on her lips. "Now, help me with this." She gestured to her bra, her voice low and commanding.
Naruto's hands trembled as he fumbled with the clasp, his face burning red. Finally, he managed to unhook it, and Ino let it fall to the floor without a second thought.
She turned to face him, her eyes dark with amusement. "Don't worry, Naruto. This is just the beginning." She stepped closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "We have a long night ahead of us."
Naruto's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with confusion and fear. **What had he gotten himself into?**
Ino pulled away, turning toward the bed. She slipped into a silk robe, the material clinging to her curves as she walked toward the large, ornate dinner table set up in the corner of the room. "It's time for dinner," she said, motioning for Naruto to follow. "Come, sit. Tonight's meal is special, just for you."
Naruto sat down, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The table was covered in food—more than he had ever seen in his life. Every kind of delicacy imaginable was laid out before him, from roasted meats to fresh fruit and vegetables, all cooked to perfection.
Ino sat across from him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "All of this is for you," she said, her voice dripping with false kindness.
Naruto hesitated, unsure of what to do. Slowly, he picked up his fork and began to eat, his movements careful and precise. He surprised both Ino and Hinata, who had returned to serve the meal, with his flawless table manners. Despite his poor upbringing, Naruto handled himself with the grace of someone far more refined.
Ino raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Where did you learn such manners?" she asked, leaning back in her chair. "
After the lavish meal, Naruto sat back in his chair, feeling both full and overwhelmed. The tension in the room was thick, and his mind was still reeling from everything that had happened in the last few hours. He barely recognized his own life anymore. From a humble street kid to sitting in a mansion, dressed in fine clothes, with a woman like Ino Yamanaka dominating every aspect of his existence—it was too much to process.
Ino sat across from him, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched him in silence. Her piercing blue eyes never left his face, observing every twitch, every sign of discomfort. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs casually, yet there was nothing casual about the way she looked at him. **This was a predator watching her prey**.
She broke the silence first, her voice low and smooth, yet dripping with authority. "You know, Naruto," she began, her eyes glinting under the soft light of the chandelier above them, "I'm 25 years old. The CEO of Yamanaka Corp, one of the biggest companies in the world. I've achieved everything I ever wanted. Money, power, control." She paused, her lips curling into a smirk. "But men? They've always been... disappointing."
Naruto swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he listened. He didn't dare interrupt.
Ino continued, her tone darkening. "I've had countless men come and go in my life. They all wanted one thing—my body. They thought they could take what they wanted and leave, that they could use me for their pleasure and move on. But I used them right back." Her smile widened, becoming more sinister. "I broke them, Naruto. Every last one of them. I made them suffer, I made them regret ever thinking they could control me. Because that's who I am."
She leaned forward now, her voice dropping to a whisper, though the room was quiet enough that Naruto could hear every word. "I'm a sadist. I love hurting people, watching them squirm, watching them beg. It gives me... pleasure. I love to break people, to bend them to my will." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.
Naruto could feel a chill run down his spine. **This woman was dangerous**. He had known it from the moment she approached him, but now it was becoming painfully clear just how far her cruelty extended.
Ino tilted her head slightly, watching his reaction with amusement. "But you..." she said softly, her eyes narrowing, "you'll be different. You'll stay with me, won't you, Naruto?"
Naruto's throat went dry. He didn't know what to say. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the room felt suddenly too small, too oppressive. He knew he had no choice in the matter. He had signed away his freedom, trapped in this nightmare, and there was no escape. Still, the words stuck in his throat.
Before he could respond, Ino reached under the table and pulled out something that made Naruto's blood run cold. A **gun**. The sleek, black weapon gleamed in the dim light, and she casually pointed it at him, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.
Naruto's eyes widened in shock, and he sat up straighter, his breath catching in his throat.
"You'll stay with me, won't you?" she repeated, her voice soft but menacing, as she aimed the gun directly at him.
Naruto's heart pounded in his chest. "Y-Yes, Ino-sama," he stammered, barely able to get the words out.
Ino's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Good boy." She lowered the gun, but kept it within easy reach, the message clear. She had complete control over him, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him with dark amusement. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone, "kneel."
Naruto's face flushed red with embarrassment, but he knew better than to disobey. Slowly, he slid off his chair and got down on his knees in front of her. His heart raced as he looked up at her, feeling utterly powerless.
Ino gazed down at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Kiss my feet," she ordered coldly.
Naruto hesitated, his face burning with shame, but he knew he had no choice. Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing his lips to her perfectly manicured toes. His face was flushed red, his heart pounding in his chest as the humiliation washed over him.
Ino watched him with a wicked smile, her eyes glinting with pleasure. "That's a good boy," she purred, enjoying every second of his submission. "Now, praise me."
Naruto swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "Y-You're... beautiful," he stammered, unsure of what to say.
Ino laughed, the sound cold and sharp. "Is that the best you can do? Pathetic. Try harder."
Naruto's face burned with humiliation, but he tried again, his voice shaking. "You're... incredible, Ino-sama. You're powerful, and beautiful, and... perfect."
Ino's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Much better," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She stood up from her chair, towering over him as he knelt at her feet. "This is what I want from you, Naruto. Complete submission. You're mine now, and you'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it."
Naruto nodded slowly, unable to look her in the eye. "Y-Yes, Ino-sama."
Ino reached down, cupping his chin in her hand, forcing him to look up at her. Her eyes were cold, but there was a flicker of something else there—something darker, more dangerous. "Good," she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. "Because tomorrow, you're going to marry me. We're going to sign our marriage contract, and then you'll be bound to me forever."
Naruto's eyes widened in shock. "T-Tomorrow?" he stammered, his voice filled with disbelief. "That's... so soon..."
Ino's smile turned wicked, her eyes narrowing as she gazed down at him. "Yes, tomorrow," she said coldly. "I don't waste time, Naruto. You'll be mine, and you'll do as I say. Do you understand?"
Naruto swallowed hard, his face burning red with embarrassment. He had no choice. He was trapped. "Y-Yes, Ino-sama," he whispered.
Ino's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," she said, her voice filled with twisted delight. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You're going to be the last man I ever need, Naruto. I've had countless men before you, used them, discarded them. But you? You'll be different. You'll be the one who stays."
Naruto's heart pounded in his chest as her words sank in. **What had he gotten himself into?**
Ino pulled away, her eyes still locked on his as she took a step back. She reached for the gun again, this time twirling it in her fingers with a casual grace. "You'll make me very happy, Naruto," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "And tomorrow, you'll have the honor of being my husband. Isn't that what you want?"
Naruto swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he tried to find the words. But before he could speak, Ino raised the gun again, pointing it directly at him. "Answer me," she said coldly.
Naruto's heart raced. "Y-Yes, Ino-sama," he stammered. "I... I want to marry you."
Ino's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's what I thought," she said softly, lowering the gun once again. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Now, let's go to bed. It's going to be a long night."
Naruto's face flushed red with embarrassment, his heart pounding in his chest as Ino stood up and motioned for him to follow her. She led him to the massive bed in the center of the room, her movements slow and deliberate.
As they reached the bed, Ino pulled off her robe, revealing a silk nightgown that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. She glanced over her shoulder at Naruto, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Come on, Naruto," she purred. "You're sleeping with me tonight."
Naruto's face burned with embarrassment as he hesitated by the side of the bed. "W-With you?" he stammered.
Ino laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous. "Of course, with me," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "You're my servant, aren't you? My future husband? You'll do as I say." She slid into the bed, pulling the covers back as she motioned for him to join her.
Naruto swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he climbed into the bed beside her. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing as he
The end
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