We stayed in the bed long after the last round ended. The sheets were a wreck—soaked, tangled, smelling of sweat and sex. Shizune had passed out first, body limp and warm against mine, my cum still slowly leaking out of her. I followed not long after, exhaustion finally dragging me under.
The night passed.
Morning sun cut through the gap in the curtains and landed across my face. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the light. The other side of the bed was empty. Cold. Shizune was gone.
To be honest, I was glad.
I sat up, wincing at the pleasant ache in my hips and the sticky feeling between my thighs. I had no idea how I would have handled the conversation if she had still been lying there when I woke. What do you even say after a night like that? "Sorry I snuck into your room, watched you touch yourself, then fucked you until you cried"? There was no script for it. The absence felt like a temporary mercy.
I rubbed my face, then looked at the system window that had been quietly waiting.
[Quest 2/100 ✓]
[Reward: Mind Bender]
A new skill. One Naruto had never possessed in any version of the story I remembered. I focused on the description.
[You can now play with the minds of the characters in this world. You cannot specifically control them, but you can manipulate them a little.
Can be used 1 time per day.]
I stared at the text for a long moment.
Useful. Extremely useful. If the rest of the ninety-eight quests were going to be anything like the last two, the ability to nudge someone’s thoughts—just a little—could mean the difference between success and a kunai through the skull. I filed the knowledge away and dismissed the window.
Time to leave.
I cleaned up as best I could with the water basin in the corner, pulled the patient clothes back on, and slipped out of Shizune’s room. The corridors were already busy with morning staff. No one paid particular attention to the blond patient walking with slightly stiff legs. I made it back to my assigned room without incident... and stopped dead in the doorway.
Tsunade stood beside my empty bed, arms crossed, expression already irritated. Shizune stood just behind her right shoulder. Her face was red—deep, tomato red—from the neck up. She refused to meet my eyes.
My stomach dropped.
She told her. She told Tsunade everything. The groping, the forced kiss, the night in her room, the multiple rounds, the creampies. This is how I die. Not from the system timer. From the Fifth Hokage’s fist.
Tsunade’s sharp voice cut through the panic.
"Where were you, brat? You think you can just roam around the building while injured?"
I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out at first. My eyes flicked to Shizune again. She still wouldn’t look at me, but she also wasn’t speaking. No accusations. No detailed report. Just that burning red face and tightly pressed lips.
She hadn’t said anything.
The realization hit like cool water. Somehow, despite everything that had happened, Shizune had kept her mouth shut.
I forced my voice into something close to normal.
"I’m feeling okay now."
Tsunade’s eyes narrowed. The polite answer seemed to throw her more than any excuse would have. Suspicion flickered across her face. I understood the mistake immediately—Naruto didn’t talk like that. Naruto called her names.
I added the correction before the silence stretched too long.
"...old hag."
The suspicion drained out of her expression almost at once. She snorted, uncrossed her arms, and waved a hand dismissively.
"Okay. If you’re feeling well enough to run your mouth, then I can go back to actual work. Don’t make me come looking for you again."
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
"Okay."
Tsunade turned and strode toward the door. Shizune followed a half-step behind, still silent, still flushed. As they passed me, Shizune’s hand moved—quick, hidden from Tsunade’s view by the angle of their bodies. Her fingers brushed deliberately across the front of my pants, right over my cock, and gave a single, firm squeeze. When I looked down at her, she finally met my eyes. The red in her cheeks was still there, but the smile that curved her lips was slow, knowing, and unmistakably seductive.
Then she was gone, following Tsunade out into the corridor.
I stood alone in the patient room for several long seconds, the ghost of that touch still lingering. A small, almost disbelieving smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
I had finally left my virginity behind.
The system window hovered at the edge of my vision, the completed quest mark still glowing.
Ninety-eight more to go.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, let the morning light wash over Naruto’s hands, and started talking quietly to the empty room the way I always did when the next impossible thing was already waiting.
Outside the window, the village continued its ordinary morning.
Inside the system, the counter waited.
Give me power!!!