The brass doorknob turned without a single sound under my hand. I pushed the door open just wide enough to slip my frame inside, stepping into the dark guest room.
The pale silver moonlight sliced through the windowpane, cutting across the tatami mats and illuminating the two futons laid out on the floor.
Sarada had just turned over, her breathing deep and even as she drifted off, completely oblivious to my entry.
But Inori was wide awake. At the sound of the door click, her head snapped toward the entrance, her teal eyes widening in instant, frozen panic as my tall shadow loomed over her.
"Sarada... Inori," I spoke softly, keeping my voice down to a calm, paternal whisper that perfectly masked the dark intent humming in my veins.
"I noticed the light was still on a moment ago. I wanted to check in and make sure you two had everything you needed for the night."
At the sound of my voice, Sarada stirred instantly. Years of kunoichi training kicked in as she blinked her dark eyes, sitting up quickly and reaching for her glasses on the low bedside table.
She slipped them onto her nose, her expression turning from groggy confusion to immediate respect.
"Lord Seventh?" Sarada whispered, shifting her posture as she sat up on her futon.
"Everything is perfect. Kushina-sama was incredibly accommodating. You did not have to come check on us."
"It is no trouble at all, Sarada," I replied, stepping further into the room.
My movements were slow, deliberate, and entirely unthreatening as I closed the door behind me. I let my gaze drift over to the blonde girl lying right beside her.
Inori was paralyzed. Her blanket was pulled up to her chin, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric.
Her heart was beating so hard against her ribs I could almost hear the rhythm. The sight of me standing inside her dark bedroom, just hours after she had swallowed my seed beneath the dining table, was triggering an absolute storm of psychological panic within her.
"Inori," I said softly, my eyes locking onto her glassy teal gaze.
"You still look a bit pale. Are you sure you are feeling alright? I can have Kurama check your chakra pathways if you are feeling under the weather."
The mention of my name and the deep, rich tone of my voice sent an immediate, involuntary shiver straight through her body.
The eighty percent hypnotic baseline flared to life within her subconscious, demanding complete submission while her remaining conscious mind frantically tried to maintain a normal facade in front of her best friend.
"I... I am perfectly fine, Lord Seventh," Inori stammered out, her voice slightly raspy.
She forced herself to sit up, her thin pajamas shifting over her shoulders as she pulled the blanket tightly around her waist.
She kept her eyes directed slightly downward, completely unable to look at my lips without her own tingling with the memory of her service.
"Just... a little trouble falling asleep, that is all. The dinner was amazing."
"I am glad to hear it," I murmured, a gentle, warm smile gracing my features.
I took a step closer, standing right at the foot of their futons, completely dominating the space between them.
'Look at her lie so effortlessly to protect me,' I thought, thoroughly amused by the perfect internal logic her mind was creating to keep her secret safe.
Sarada looked between the two of us, her sharp Uchiha eyes narrowing just a fraction behind her red frames.
"I told her she needs to rest, Lord Seventh. She has been acting a little spaced out since our study session upstairs."
"Is that so?" I tilted my head, looking directly at the trembling blonde.
"A spaced-out mind can be dangerous for a kunoichi, Inori. Perhaps a little fresh air or a quick chat down the hall would help clear your head before tomorrow's training."
Inori's breath hitched. She knew exactly what that invitation meant.
Every instinct in her body told her that stepping out of this room meant complete surrender, yet the deep, inescapable commands rooted in her mind made it entirely impossible to refuse.
"Perhaps a little fresh air or a quick chat down the hall would help clear your head before tomorrow's training. You go ahead. Let me talk with Sarada a little. I will come after you."
Inori swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as a fresh wave of panic clashed violently with the hypnotic command taking root in her mind.
Her conscious will screamed at her to stay right there in the safety of the guest room, to pull the covers up and hide. But her body was already moving on its own.
"Y-yes, Lord Seventh," she whispered. Her voice was incredibly fragile. She carefully pushed the blanket aside and stood up, her bare feet padding softly against the tatami mats.
She kept her eyes cast downward as she walked toward the open door, desperate to avoid looking at my face.
As she squeezed past my tall frame to exit the room, I leaned in just a fraction of an inch, my lips brushing imperceptibly close to her ear.
"Go to my room, not to the hallway," I whispered, the dark, absolute command slipping beneath the threshold of Sarada's hearing.
Inori gave a sharp, involuntary shudder. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, quickly stifled as she stepped out into the dark corridor, her mind completely surrendering to the directive.
I turned my attention back to the young Uchiha still sitting on her futon, allowing a warm, utterly disarming smile to stretch across my face.
"I am sorry for interrupting your rest, Sarada," I said, my tone shifting instantly back to the caring, attentive Hokage she admired so deeply.
"I actually wanted a brief moment alone with you to discuss your recent progress. I have been reading the field reports from your last few missions."
Sarada immediately straightened her posture, her dark eyes lighting up with focused determination.
Any lingering suspicion about Inori's strange behavior vanished instantly, replaced entirely by her burning desire to prove herself to the village leader.
"Really, Lord Seventh?" Sarada asked, pushing her red-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"Has my Sharingan control improved enough to meet the village standards?"
'It is almost too easy,' I thought, pulling up a small wooden chair from the corner of the room and sitting down beside her futon.
"You are doing exceptionally well, Sarada," I praised smoothly, leaning forward with an expression of deep pride.
"Your chakra control is becoming incredibly refined, and your tactical awareness in the field is mirroring your father's best traits. However, there is a specific exercise I want you to start focusing on to build your visual stamina."
For the next few minutes, I kept Sarada completely engaged in a highly technical discussion about Uchiha chakra theory and visual jutsu application.
She hung on every single word I spoke, absorbing the advice with absolute reverence.
As the conversation flowed, her initial alertness completely melted away, her guard dropping entirely as she relaxed back against her pillow, fully trustful of my fatherly guidance.
Seeing her completely at ease and entirely focused on me, I leaned in slightly closer, my voice dropping to a low, rhythmic cadence.
"Look closely at me, Sarada," I murmured, my blue eyes suddenly swirling with a faint, intoxicating distortion of raw chakra.
Sarada blinked, her dark eyes locking onto mine. Before her sharp Uchiha instincts could even register a threat, the sheer weight of my presence, combined with the subtle, deep frequency of the hypnosis jutsu, flooded her senses.
The sudden, overwhelming mental wave crashed over her consciousness like a heavy fog.
Her pupils dilated instantly behind her red-framed glasses, her eyelids growing incredibly heavy as the sharp light of determination in her eyes dissolved into a dull, glassy stare.
[System Alert: Executing Level 1 Hypnosis.]
[Target: Sarada Uchiha. Mental defenses lowered by extreme trust and exhaustion. Success rate: 50%.]
The Uchiha bloodline and the dormant potential of her Sharingan resisted the intrusion, causing the success rate to hover at a critical fifty percent, but it was more than enough to plant the roots of the suggestion while her conscious mind was entirely inactive.
"And listen closely to my final command," I breathed, leaning near her ear to hardcode the suggestion deep into her subconscious.
"Whenever you get close to Sakura, a realization will bubble up within you. You will slowly reveal to her, in subtle hints and slips of the tongue, that even if Sakura's husband is Sasuke, you are actually the daughter of me and Sakura. The truth will slip from your lips slowly whenever you are with your mother in her most vulnerable moment."
A subtle, psychological warfare against Sakura was now set in motion, using her own daughter as the ultimate sleeper agent to shatter her reality from the inside out.
[System Warning: Hypnosis Stability Dropping Rapidly.]
[Target's subconscious is actively resisting the absolute command structure. Connection breaking in 3... 2...]
A sudden, sharp spike of Uchiha chakra flared within her network.
The raw latent potential of her heritage pushed violently against the foreign mental intrusion, shattering the absolute command structure before it could fully lock down.
Sarada blinked rapidly, her head shaking slightly as she squeezed her eyes shut. She looked up at me, a profound look of confusion twisting her features as she rubbed her temples.
"Lord Seventh? I... I am sorry, my head suddenly feels incredibly heavy. What were we just talking about?"
"It is alright, Sarada," I said smoothly, stepping back into the warm, comforting aura of the Hokage without a single trace of panic. I offered her a soft, reassuring smile, projecting absolute safety.
"You are just completely exhausted from your study session. You need to go to sleep now. Do not force yourself to think."
The heavy weight of her physical fatigue, combined with the lingering residual effects of the jutsu, washed over her.
She nodded groggily, her eyelids drooping as she pulled the blanket up to her chest. Yet, for some reason she could not quite comprehend, a sudden wave of vulnerability made her look back up at me.
"Lord Seventh... could you stay near me until I fall asleep?" Sarada murmured, her voice trailing off into a sleepy whisper.
She did not know why the request left her lips, but in her hazy state, my presence felt like the only anchor in the room.
"Of course, Sarada," I replied gently.
I leaned down beside her futon, extending a hand to softly pat her dark hair.
I smoothed down the stray locks, my rhythm slow and hypnotic in its own natural way.
Sarada let out a soft, contented sigh, her tense shoulders completely relaxing under my touch as her eyes closed, finally drifting off into a deep, genuine slumber.
I kept patting her hair for a few more moments, ensuring her breathing was perfectly steady and deep.
When I finally pulled my hand back, a dark, cold smirk carved its way onto my face in the moonlight. The absolute command had been rejected by her bloodline this time, but the cracks in her foundation were already showing.
'Slowly, every girl and woman in this village will be mine to take,' I thought, standing up and turning toward the exit.
I stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind me with a soft, final click.
The moment the latch caught, the hallway fell into dead silence.
Both of the young kunoichi were completely at my mercy, with Sarada resting under my temporary care with seeds of vulnerability planted in her heart, and Inori waiting anxiously inside my sealed bedroom.
I turned my head toward the master bedroom at the end of the corridor, my footsteps completely silent as I walked toward the final phase of the night's corruption.
I walked slowly down the hallway, my footsteps making absolutely no sound against the polished wood.
Reaching my master bedroom door, I pressed my palm against the handle and slid inside, letting the door click shut behind me.
The heavy silence of the isolation barrier immediately swallowed us whole, shutting out the rest of the world entirely.
The pale moonlight poured through the large window, casting a silver glow across the room and onto the massive bed.
There she was. Inori was sprawled right in the center of my mattress, completely consumed by the lingering corruption of the hypnosis.
She had changed out of her daytime clothes, having borrowed a loose, oversized white silk pyjama from Kushina's wardrobe.
The fabric was thin, draping loosely over her slender frame and spilling open to reveal her smooth, long, skinny white legs contrasting sharply against the dark sheets.
Because the material was so light and fine, it clung tightly to her chest, clearly showing the dark, swollen outlines of her nipples pressed firmly against the white cloth.
She was completely lost in her own world. Her eyes were glazed over with a heavy, trancelike state, her small hands clutching the sheets beneath her.
She was buried deep in the mattress, inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with the heavy, musky masculine scent of my bed. The scent alone seemed to act as an aphrodisiac to her rewired subconscious, driving her past the point of reason.
One of her hands was slipped beneath the hem of the loose kimono, her fingers rhythmically rubbing her pussy as her hips twitched.
"Ah... nngh..." Inori moaned out softly, a delicate, breathy sound that vibrated in the silent room.
"Mmm... Lord... Seventh... hah..."
A slick, wet friction echoed from between her thighs as she continued to self-soothe, entirely driven by the absolute need to please the master of the house.
The eighty percent baseline had left her mind completely vulnerable to her physical desires, turning her pride into nothing more than fuel for her submission.
I stood at the foot of the bed, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched the blonde kunoichi lose herself completely to my scent.
"Do you like how my bed smells, Inori?" I asked, my deep voice cutting through the heavy quiet of the room.
Inori gasped sharply, her entire body stiffening as she froze mid-motion. Her glazed teal eyes snapped open, locking onto my tall figure standing in the shadows.
A bright, intense crimson blush instantly flooded her cheeks, extending all the way down to her neck and exposed collarbones.
Yet, despite her embarrassment, she did not pull her hand away. The hypnotic command kept her pinned, her fingers trembling against her own wet pussy as she stared up at her Hokage.
AN: .com/Ark_C69