I understood one thing with perfect clarity: being submissive would achieve nothing.
A male doctor came in that morning instead of Shizune. He checked the bandages, asked the usual questions, wrote something on a chart, and left without lingering. She was avoiding me. That much was obvious. The side-effects story she had run to Tsunade with had done its job. She didn’t want to be alone in a room with the patient who kept "sleep-groping" her.
[Time remaining: 24 hrs]
Only twenty-four hours remained. One day. In one day I had to lose my virginity or die permanently. The system’s timer sat in the corner of my vision like a loaded weapon.
I paced the hospital room, talking to myself the way I always did when the walls started closing in.
"What to do. What to do. She won’t come near me. The direct approach will get me killed. The soft approach already failed. Twenty-four hours and I’m still a virgin shut-in wearing someone else’s skin."
I stopped in front of the floating blue window and pressed my palm against it like it might answer if I touched it hard enough. Nothing. I focused on the list of jutsu the system had unlocked after the first quest. Shadow Clone. I tapped the words with a finger.
Nothing happened.
The system window flickered.
[Call out the name of the jutsu you want to use.]
"Oh." I cleared my throat, feeling ridiculous, and spoke the words the way I had heard them a hundred times on screen. "Shadow Clone Jutsu."
Smoke burst in front of me. When it cleared, another Naruto stood there in the exact same hospital clothes, staring back with the same face.
"Is it real?" I asked.
The clone nodded. "Yes."
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. At least I had used something supernatural before I died. The thought should have been comforting. Instead it sharpened the resolve that had been building since the mother-and-son scene in the garden.
This world was too much fun to just die in. The power, the danger, the living characters I had only ever watched—none of it was worth throwing away. And I still had to return to my own world. My mother was still waiting on the other side of that timer. I would not leave her with a corpse and no apology.
I made the decision.
"Okay. I’ll do it."
I left the clone lying in the hospital bed under the covers, eyes closed, breathing steady. Then I slipped out of the room.
Evening had already settled over the hospital. Most of the day staff had gone home. The corridors were quieter, lit by soft lamps instead of full daylight. I moved carefully, using the same instincts the original Naruto seemed to carry in his bones—sticking to shadows, listening for footsteps, timing the gaps between patrols. Shizune’s private quarters were in a quieter wing of the medical building. I found the door, tested the handle, and eased it open.
Empty.
I stepped inside and closed it behind me without a sound. The room was simple: bed, desk, a small wardrobe, a window looking out onto the darkened garden. I had just started looking for a place to wait when the sound of the outer door opening reached me. I dropped and slid under the bed in one motion, heart hammering so hard I was certain she would hear it.
Shizune entered, closed the door, and exhaled like she had been holding her breath all day.
"What was that brat doing," she muttered to herself, "kissing someone like me. Next time I see him I will kill him."
I swallowed hard under the bed. The wooden frame creaked faintly as she sat down on the mattress above me.
She was quiet for a long moment. Then her voice came again, softer, almost defeated.
"But I want someone to touch me." A sigh. "I’m an adult now and no man has ever touched me. That brat was the first one to do it."
I stopped breathing.
Fabric shifted. A soft, wet sound. Her breathing changed. She was touching herself. Fingers moving across her pussy, rubbing in slow circles. I could hear every small wet noise, every quiet catch in her throat. Her imagination was running; she whispered names under her breath—Kakashi, Sasuke, even Tsunade—testing them like keys that refused to turn. None of them brought her close. Frustration edged into her voice.
Then she said my name.
"Naruto... ahhh, Naruto..."
The moan that followed was louder than anything she had allowed herself before, as if saying the name had unlocked something she hadn’t expected. She didn’t seem to understand why the sound of it made her so wet, so desperate—only that the morning’s forced kiss and the groping hands had left a mark. She kept going, hips shifting on the bed, fingers working faster, moaning the name over and over until her whole body tensed and she came with a broken, high sound. Afterward she collapsed back against the mattress, breathing hard, completely spent.
I waited until her breathing slowed and her eyes closed.
This was the moment.
I slid out from under the bed as quietly as I could. She lay there in the low light, clothes half-pushed aside, thighs still parted, the evidence of her climax glistening between them. Post-orgasm weakness made her limbs heavy; she barely stirred when the mattress dipped under my weight.
I reached out and laid two fingers directly on her clit.
Her eyes flew open. A sharp gasp. "Naruto—what are you doing here?"
Her voice was thick, sluggish. The climax had stolen most of her strength. I didn’t answer with words. I rubbed slow circles over the sensitive bud, watching her hips twitch despite the protest forming on her lips. Then I pushed one finger inside her. She was still soaked, still open from her own hand. Her back arched off the bed with a shocked sound.
I kept fingering her, steady and deep, and finally spoke.
"You were thinking of this before. So why are you acting like you don’t want it?"
She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, moaning even as she tried to form an objection. "It’s not like that... it wasn’t intentional... ahh—"
I pulled the fabric of her top aside, bared one breast, and pinched the nipple between finger and thumb. She whimpered. I leaned down, took the soft flesh into my mouth, and sucked hard while my fingers kept working between her legs.
"You used me in your imagination," I said against her skin, voice low. "I’ll use you in reality."
Her hands came up, but there was no real strength in them. They pushed weakly at my shoulders and then simply held on as another moan spilled out of her. I kept sucking, kept fingering, feeling her walls flutter around the invading digit, listening to the wet sounds and the broken way she said my name even while she tried to deny wanting it.
The system window stayed silent in the corner of my vision.
Twenty-four hours had become less than that.
And I was no longer waiting for permission.
Give me power!!!