The rich, mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats, seasoned vegetables, and hearty broth completely filled the first floor of the Uzumaki household.
The dining room was bathed in the warm, inviting glow of the overhead pendant lights, casting a golden hue over the long wooden table.
"Make room, make room!" a loud, cheerful voice called out from the kitchen hallway.
Kushina Uzumaki marched into the dining room, her vibrant red hair swaying behind her like a fiery cape.
She carried a massive, steaming platter of roasted pork and glazed vegetables. Right on her heels was Himawari, carefully balancing a tall stack of porcelain rice bowls.
We all took our places around the table. The seating arrangement played perfectly into my hands. I took a seat on one side of the long table, and Inori nervously slid into the chair directly beside me.
Across from us, Sarada took her seat, with Himawari sitting happily beside her, and Kushina taking the final spot next to her granddaughter.
The vibrant Yamanaka sitting to my right was noticeably less composed than her friends. Her usual bubbly confidence had been severely dented.
She shifted awkwardly in her wooden chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. A faint, lingering flush of pink still dusted her porcelain cheeks.
Every time she accidentally met my gaze, her bright teal eyes darted away instantly, completely overwhelmed by the memory of sitting totally exposed in my bathroom.
She had absolutely no conscious memory of the hypnotic trance, but the deep subconscious seeds I had planted were already making her acutely, heavily aware of my presence.
"Careful, Hima," Kushina warned playfully, setting the heavy platter down in the exact center of the table with a soft thump. "Do not drop those bowls!"
"I got it, Grandma!" Himawari chirped, proudly distributing the bowls to Sarada, Kushina, and then across the table to Inori and me.
"Thank you for having us, Kushina-sama," Sarada said, bowing her head slightly in deep respect. "This is quite a feast."
"Oh, hush now, Sarada," Kushina waved a hand dismissively, grabbing a large serving spoon.
"You and Inori are always welcome here. Speaking of which, Inori, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling alright, dear?"
Inori jolted slightly in her seat, her eyes widening in a sudden panic. "I am perfectly fine, Kushina-sama! Just... it is a little warm in here, that is all!"
I leaned back in my chair, allowing a warm, fatherly smile to stretch across my face.
"She is fine, Mom. The girls were just having an intense study session upstairs before dinner. It takes a lot out of you."
As Kushina and Himawari began passing the dishes, my mind began to calculate. I needed to know exactly how deep the hypnosis had rooted itself before her Yamanaka bloodline had shattered the connection.
The System had recorded an 80% success rate on the initial induction, meaning the commands were embedded, just dormant.
I wanted to test the power of that suggestion right here, entirely hidden beneath the bustling noise of the family dinner.
I leaned down slightly, tilting my head toward her as if reaching for the serving platters, bringing my lips just inches from the soft, sensitive shell of her ear.
"Unfasten my pants, Inori," I murmured in a barely audible, hot whisper that sent an immediate shiver straight down her spine.
"Reach inside, take hold of my shaft, and start moving your hand up and down. Do it smoothly right now."
Inori's entire frame shuddered. Her breath hitched with a ragged, silent sob, a soft huff that she barely managed to suppress.
Inside her own mind, a wave of profound confusion washed over her. She found herself wondering in utter bewilderment why she was obeying so easily, why her body was moving on its own to fulfill a demand so completely scandalous.
She wanted to question it, to stop, but the embedded suggestion made her muscles react before her conscious thoughts could even formulate a refusal.
Slowly, helplessly, her trembling fingers crept up my thigh. With agonizing precision, she slipped her hand beneath the table's edge and unfastened the button of my pants.
I shifted slightly, making it effortless for her as she lowered the zipper with a faint, nearly imperceptible zzzzzt that was completely muffled to everyone else by Kushina's loud laughter.
Her warm, soft palm slid past the fabric, her undergarments giving way as her fingers instantly wrapped around the thick, heavy length of my hardening dick.
A sharp, ragged intake of breath escaped her lips, a quiet gasp as her soft palm fully enclosed the scorching, rock-hard heat of my arousal.
The dinner progressed seamlessly, the cheerful clinking of porcelain and chopsticks providing the perfect cover for the illicit rhythm beneath the table.
Inori's hand maintained its steady pace, her left arm pumping beneath the wood, though the strain of keeping up a normal facade was beginning to show in the tight line of her shoulders.
I leaned in slightly again, pretending to reach for the seasoned pork platter while my shoulder brushed against hers.
"Go faster, Inori," I breathed into her ear, the quiet whisper laced with absolute authority.
"Show me how well you can serve your Hokage."
Under the table, her soft hand instantly accelerated. Her grip tightened, her palm sliding up and down the length of my thick, heavy shaft with a sudden, frantic urgency, producing a wet in the isolated pocket between our chairs.
Shluck...shluck...shluck...
The friction increased tenfold, sending intense waves of pleasure straight to my core.
The sheer girth of the shaft filled her palm entirely, the prominent veins pulsing vividly against her skin as she worked.
With every rhythmic downward slide toward the thick base, the flared, sensitive tip of my erection peeked out completely above her gripping fingers, slick with a rising bead of pre-cum that left a glistening drip before being buried once more on her upward stroke with a soft slurp.
Inori's mind was in absolute agony, a dizzying mix of panic and involuntary arousal.
She was completely bewildered by how eagerly her body rushed to fulfill the demand, pumping my cock with a desperate, heavy rhythm.
To completely shatter her composure and test her boundaries, I looked across the table, shifting the conversation to the most sensitive topic available.
"So, Mom," I began smoothly, my voice completely calm and conversational as I took a bite of rice.
"How are the preparations coming along for the upcoming marriage ceremony with Hinata? I know she has been busy in a quest with her team."
At the mention of Hinata, Inori's hand gave a violent, involuntary twitch, her palm squeezing my throbbing shaft so tightly it nearly made me groan aloud.
The sheer taboo of rubbing her Hokage to the brink of climax while he discussed his wife with his mother was overwhelming.
The wet sounds of her frantic grip, a tight squelch and rhythmic slap, echoed quietly beneath the mahogany surface.
"Oh, it is going beautifully, Naruto!" Kushina beamed, waving her chopsticks enthusiastically.
"Hinata has everything under control, but you know how traditional the Hyuga elders can be. I have been helping her manage their strict demands so she does not stress herself out."
"That is reassuring," I replied, offering a warm nod. I turned my head slightly to look directly at the blushing girl beside me.
"What do you think, Inori? You have always had a good eye for fashion. Do you think Hinata will look good in the traditional white silk?"
Inori jolted, her eyes wide with a mixture of sheer terror and forced compliance.
Her hand was moving at a dizzying, breathless pace now, her fingers sliding rapidly over the engorged veins of my shaft, her palm slick with the rising heat.
Every downstroke fully exposed the glistening, dark head of my cock right beneath the hidden edge of the table.
"I... I think Hinata-sama will look absolutely stunning, Lord Seventh," Inori stammered out, her voice dangerously breathy and strained.
She forced a fragile, trembling smile onto her face, looking directly at Kushina to keep up appearances. "The white silk... will suit her perfectly."
"Are you sure you are alright, Inori?" Sarada asked from across the table, her dark eyes narrowing slightly behind her red-framed glasses as she noticed the faint trembling in her friend's shoulders.
"You are sweating a lot."
"Just... just really enjoying the food, Sarada!" Inori squeaked out, her left arm pumping harder and faster beneath the table, completely trapped in the relentless rhythm of her service.
Shluck-shluck-shluck!
Her mind was entirely short-circuiting, unable to comprehend why she was stroking her best friend's father to the verge of release while discussing his marriage, yet her hand refused to slow down.
Beneath the wood, my shaft began to throb violently, the heavy veins pulsing erratically against her tight palm as the impending release surged toward the surface.
The pleasure was becoming absolute, demanding a sudden, definitive conclusion. I could feel my body tensing as she hammered away at me with a desperate, hypnotized speed.
I leaned closer to her side once more, my breath hot against her ear as I delivered the final, devastating directive of this test.
"Drop your chopsticks, Inori," I whispered, my voice a dark, inescapable command. "Slip out of your chair, go down beneath the table, and put your mouth right over the tip of my shaft.
Do not let a single drop fall anywhere, or my mom will find out exactly what you have been doing."
Inori's heart gave a violent, terrified leap inside her chest.
Her fingers went entirely numb, and with a sharp, accidental clatter, her wooden chopsticks slipped from her right hand, bouncing off the edge of her porcelain bowl and rolling onto the table.
"Oh, clumsy me!" Inori squeaked out, her voice pitching high with a desperate, frantic panic as her face turned a deep, bruised shade of crimson.
"Do you need a clean pair, dear?" Kushina asked warmly, already starting to shift in her seat to stand up.
"No! No, please do not trouble yourself, Kushina-sama!" Inori stammered rapidly, her hands shaking as she forced a wild, breathless smile.
"I... I dropped them right under my chair. I will just bend down and grab them real quick!"
Before anyone could object, Inori smoothly slid off her wooden chair, disappearing entirely beneath the edge of the long table.
The darkness beneath the table provided an absolute, private sanctuary hidden entirely from the sight of Kushina, Sarada, and Himawari, thick with the rising scent of musk and desperation.
Inori dropped to her knees on the cold floor, her long platinum blonde hair brushing against my thighs as she looked up at the massive, throbbing length of my fully exposed erection.
Her bright teal eyes were wide, glassy, and completely swimming with a chaotic mix of deep confusion, terror, and absolute, hypnotic submission.
She still could not understand why her body was moving so effortlessly to obey, but the terrifying threat of Kushina finding out drove her subconscious to act instantly.
Slowly, her trembling hands reached out, her soft palms bracing against my bare thighs for support.
She leaned forward, her mouth a scorching, wet vice as she clamped tightly over the flared head of my eight inch shaft, producing a deep sound.
Slurp...schlupp...
Her tongue worked frantically, swirling around the sensitive ridge of the glans, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip with a quick lick and another wet slurp.
While her mouth stayed locked on the head, her small, soft hands gripped the base of my cock, pumping up and down with a sudden, manic speed.
Shluck-shluck-shluck!
The combination of the vacuum-like suction of her lips and the friction of her palms was an agonizingly perfect storm of pleasure.
Above us, the clinking of silverware and the light chatter of Kushina and Sarada continued, creating a surreal contrast to the filth happening inches below. I could feel my prostate pulsing, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
Suddenly, the dam broke.
I reached down, my hand diving beneath the table to grip the back of Inori's head. My fingers tangled firmly in her blonde locks, and with a sudden, dominant surge of power, I forced her head downward, extracting a muffled gag from her throat.
I shoved my cock deep into her throat, forcing her mouth to stretch wide to accommodate the thick girth.
Inori's eyes bulged, her teal irises shimmering with a mix of shock and arousal as she felt the sudden intrusion. Just as she hit that depth, my body convulsed.
SPLURT!
The first wave of thick, hot cum blasted directly against the back of her throat with a heavy gush and repeated splurt.
My hips bucked forward as I pumped wave after wave of creamy seed deep into her gullet.
Inori didn't pull away; she couldn't. Trapped by my grip and the hypnotic command, she fought to swallow every single drop, her throat working with a heavy glug and desperate gulp.
Her muscles contracted in rhythmic, heavy swallows to keep up with the torrent of cum filling her mouth. The sound of her swallowing was visceral, a wet, rhythmic suction that only made me thrust deeper into her throat.
Splurt! Shlop!
One final, massive surge of cum erupted, filling her mouth to the brim and overflowing slightly against her tongue.
I held her there for a few more seconds, ensuring every last drop was squeezed out of my throbbing shaft.
As I slowly withdrew my hand from her hair, Inori remained frozen for a moment, her cheeks puffed out, her mouth brimming with the thick, white liquid.
With one final, loud, audible gulp, she cleared her throat, draining the last of the load with a finishing slurp.
To finish her service, she leaned forward and gave the glistening, spent tip of my cock one long, slow, lingering lick.
"Found them!" Inori squeaked, her voice sounding slightly thick and raspy.
She slid back up into her chair with a hurried motion, her face a vivid, burning crimson.
She breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure while the taste of my seed still coated her tongue and throat.
She sat upright, attempting to look innocent, but she was completely spent, her teal eyes glazed over.
As she settled in, a single, viscous drop of pearly white cum remained, clinging stubbornly to the corner of her plush lips, leaving a miniature drip on her skin.
Himawari, who had been watching her with curious eyes, tilted her head. "Inori-san?" the girl asked, pointing a small finger toward her face. "There's a piece of rice on the corner of your lips!"
Inori froze, her heart hammering against her ribs as she felt the warm, sticky droplet sliding slowly down her skin.
'She is completely mine,' I thought, smoothly leaning over to offer her a napkin as I thoroughly enjoyed the rich flavor of the roasted pork.
The test was a flawless success, and the sheer thrill of her hidden submission made the victory sweeter than anything else in the Leaf.
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