I returned to the table still tasting Ino on my tongue. The moment I sat down I noticed the change in seating. Sakura had taken the initiative and moved Sasuke into the chair that had been mine. She sat beside him now, looking far too pleased with herself. My jaw tightened. Irritation flared hot and sharp in my chest. Ino caught my expression and gave me a small, secret smile from across the table, the kind meant only for me. It helped. A little. I forced myself to relax and took the open seat on the opposite side.
One thing was decided in that moment: I was going to destroy Sakura. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but at some point. The way she kept inserting herself, the way she had interrupted us in the washroom, the way she still treated Naruto like a toy she could push around whenever she felt like it—none of it sat right with me anymore. I filed the thought away for later and focused on dinner.
The meal itself was fine. Good food, loud conversation, Choji eating enough for three people, Shikamaru looking half-asleep the whole time. Sasuke was quiet as usual. Sakura kept glancing at me, probably still trying to figure out why I was ignoring her. Ino stayed mostly silent, still flushed from earlier, but every so often her eyes would meet mine and something warm would pass between us. When dinner finally ended, everyone said their goodbyes and headed home in different directions.
I walked back to the apartment alone, hands in my jacket pockets, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the frustration still simmering inside me.
"If only that bitch hadn’t shown up," I muttered to the empty street. "The quest could have been finished tonight."
Back inside, I checked the system window again. The wording was clear now that I read it carefully: "Make Ino Submit to you." Not just have sex with her. Submit. That meant more than a quick fuck in a bathroom. It meant making her fall for me. Making her want this—want me—on her own terms. I sighed and lay down on the bed. It was late. Tomorrow I would give her space. Rushing now would only make things harder.
Sleep came easier than expected.
The next morning I woke early. The apartment was quiet, sunlight cutting through the window in clean lines. I decided it was time to test the jutsu the system had unlocked properly. I stood in the middle of the small living area and formed the familiar hand seals.
"Rasengan."
A swirling blue sphere of chakra appeared in my palm, spinning with raw power. The air hummed around it. I held it for a few seconds, feeling the controlled destruction contained in my hand, then let it dissipate. Next I tried the Shadow Clone Jutsu.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Two clones popped into existence beside me. They looked exactly like me—same black jacket, same expression. I remembered the last time I had left a clone in bed. It had disappeared by morning when Tsunade came. There had to be a time limit or a distance limit. I spent the rest of the morning experimenting—sending clones to different parts of the apartment, timing how long they lasted, testing how much information they could bring back when they dispelled. By the afternoon I had a decent grasp of my current power level. It wasn’t full adult Naruto strength yet, but it was more than enough for most situations.
I didn’t go to see Ino all day. I knew she needed space to process everything that had happened. Pushing too hard right now could break whatever fragile attraction the skill and my actions had created. Instead I did grocery shopping properly, cleaned the apartment, and practiced a few more jutsu. The village felt more familiar with every passing hour. The anxiety that used to rule my old life was still fading. I smiled to myself while cooking dinner, thinking that when I finally completed all one hundred quests and went back, I might actually be able to face my mother without hiding behind a closed door.
Night fell.
I was sitting on the bed when I heard a very light knock on the door. I opened it and found Ino standing there, looking nervous but determined. She wore a simple jacket over a light top, hair still in her usual ponytail.
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Missed me?"
She looked straight at me. "Yes."
I pulled her inside and closed the door. The second it clicked shut she was the one who kissed me first. It wasn’t hesitant. Her hands came up to my face and she pressed her lips to mine with clear hunger. We kissed for a long time—slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together, her body pressing closer until I could feel the heat coming off her. I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed and gently pushed her down onto it, never breaking the kiss. I climbed on top of her, one knee between her thighs, still kissing her like I had been starving for it all day.
Her hands moved under my shirt, pushing it up. I helped her pull it off and tossed it aside. She ran her palms over my chest and stomach, tracing the lines of muscle that came with this body. I reached for her clothes next, sliding the jacket off her shoulders, then tugging her top up and over her head. Her skin was warm under my hands. I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, and was just starting to reach for her breasts when another knock sounded on the door.
My mind immediately went to Sakura.
I broke the kiss and sat up, irritation flashing across my face. "It’s better not be that bitch again."
I moved to the door and looked through the peephole. Sasuke and Sakura stood outside. I opened the door just enough to show my upper body—shirtless, the six-pack clearly visible in the low light. Sakura’s eyes widened and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. Sasuke noticed her reaction and spoke before she could.
"We have a mission tomorrow evening. Be ready."
I looked at him for a second, then nodded. "Okay."
I closed the door without waiting for more conversation. Ino was sitting up on the bed, watching me with slightly worried eyes.
"What happened?" she asked.
I walked back to her, climbed on top again, and kissed her deeply before answering. "Nothing important."
She melted into the kiss, hands sliding around my neck, pulling me closer. We stayed like that for a long time, lips and tongues moving together, the rest of the world—Sakura, missions, the system—temporarily shut out beyond the locked door. For now, there was only the warmth of her body under mine and the growing certainty that I would make her submit completely before tomorrow evening came.
Give me power!!!