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RiaN Chapter 33
🕑 Added 2025-10-06 21:04:35 +0000 UTCI sighed as I finished another day of school. The last two weeks, I was going myself, and I forgot how exhausting it was with all the social interaction the women put me through. I lived across from Kushina right now, we owned several of the houses in the nearby area, and created a small clan area with all the properties we own.
I had done a decent job building wealth ever since I was a little kid, investing in housing and businesses from a very young age, which paid off in a decent monthly wage, even if I did nothing but lie back and collect interest and rent. The house wasn’t that big: a dining room/kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, and that was it. Almost like a New York apartment building, a house designed similarly to the one I assumed Naruto lived in the original timeline, but it was a home away from home when I felt my social battery burn out.
I had lived most of my first life alone, now it felt odd getting all this attention, sometimes I just wanted to lie down, eat some potato chips, and play some video games… But I couldn’t anymore; video games didn’t exist here yet. There were talks about television being introduced, but the only thing we had at the moment was large screen black and white movies for people to watch.
The shinobi were salarymen in this universe; very rarely did they make it to retirement. Even in this safer than the original Naruto world, the casualty percentage for anyone who wasn’t a clan head/heir was tragically high. No one thought about the future, spending tens of thousands of Ryo on kunai when they were young, hundreds of thousands if not millions by the time they’re too old to work, that they have to keep doing missions even when they should retire.
I tossed my house keys onto the table as I yawned and opened the fridge to pull out the new soda they sold at the local department store. It was considered a luxury purchase here, but the only thing I could tell was that it wasn’t nearly as refined as the Pepsi or Coke from my original world. I didn’t bother with a cup as I drank a few mouthfuls before heading to my bedroom…
I’m stopped by a sight I didn’t expect. Someone had broken into my home, stripped completely naked, and had only their ass poking out from underneath the blanket. It wasn’t an ass or vagina a recognized, but I thought I could tell by her feet. Feet that had tried to kick me in the face multiple times in my life. Now, did I give her any warning or give her what she wanted?
For the briefest of moments, I thought to henge myself into someone else and after I penetrate her talk in their voice, but now wasn’t the time for jokes. Her pussy was tantalizing and dripping already from just the thought of me walking in on her. She heard me open the door, toss my keys, and get a few mouthfuls of soda before approaching her, every single second increasing her anticipation until she heard the door open and now waited for me to act.
And I did. She obviously wanted this; her crotch was so soaked it was dripping. I pulled my pants off as quietly as I could and crawled onto the bed before penetrating her. She was most likely a virgin, but as a physical fighter, her hymen was no longer intact. I could have been the one to break it, now that I thought about it. She loudly moaned from the penetration, and I agreed with her; this did feel amazing.
She made no other motion besides slightly backing up into me. Her entrance was so warm and welcoming, I couldn’t help but continue. I leaned forward, still in the doggy style we were as I pressed down on her covered back, her moaning growing louder and louder as I went faster and faster, the moaning becoming more frantic as I fucked her harder and rougher with every thrust.
Finally cumming together, she started to pull the blanket off her body and revealed who it was(who I already guessed). Talia stared back at me, lust-drunk eyes as her thoughts came back momentarily, and she looked mad at me. “I can’t believe you chose that white eyed bitch as your first since you’ve been back!” Tears formed in her eyes as she pouted in anger.
It made her look far more cutesy than I was used to seeing her, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why does the order I sleep with you matter? I planned on marrying you first, but I just thought I’d get to know my other future wives when the chance came up. She offered to go on a date with me, and I couldn’t help but accept.” “So if I were the first to ask, you’d have gone on a date with me and fucked me first?” “I mean, probably. I wouldn’t know for sure, but if the date went well, and nothing came up, then yes.”
She looked weepy at me before slamming her body into mine. Her tongue pushed itself into my mouth, as I wasn’t sure whether she was going to hit me at first. After my hands started rubbing her naked back, I hadn’t gotten a good look at her breasts, only a glance as she made eye contact and started talking to me after she revealed herself. But I knew that by the end of the night, I’d know them personally and be able to pick them out of a titty lineup if it was ever necessary.
She straddled me at first, but it wasn’t really comfortable, so she put both her legs on one side of me, before I lined myself up and penetrated her as we kept kissing. I bridal fucked her, lifting her entire body up before slamming her back down on my cock, her tongue withdrawing back into her own mouth to moan. With the position we were in, I couldn’t fully penetrate her. I leaned further back to try and get a better position before giving up and just trying to finish in the position we were in.
After she came, I gave up on the position and just pinned her down in a mating press. Her arms and legs wrapped around me while I pumped in and out of her. I looked down at her bouncing breasts, memorizing them as they mesmerized me. My cock finally fully pounded into her as her tightness kept urging me on, faster and faster, harder and harder I went until I was breathing harder than I would during a race.
She came, and I saw another part of her, her embarrassed face pushing itself into my neck as she whimpered. I kept going even when her embarrassment turned to anger and she bit into my shoulder. Only letting her know vocally. “Ouch, what the hell, Talia, that hurt!” She tried to look sheepish, giving me a little smile, but her teeth were currently coated in my blood.
I sped up again, if she was going to play rough, then I wasn’t going to hold back anymore. Pounding into her as fast and hard as I could, the only thing she could do was tighten her arms and legs around me and enjoy the ride. Every thrust made her yelp in painful pleasure, our mouths close enough to kiss, but neither of us initiating, only as I felt her squirt on me did I seal her lips with a kiss.
I came shortly after and rolled off her. Prophylactic(condoms) existed in the universe, but most people didn’t use them. I was so caught up everything that I came in her twice without holding back. I gulped at the thought of ruining her shinobi career by knocking her up, and if I did, I knew she’d make me regret it by biting me more and beating me up. I couldn’t be so unlucky to knock her up the first time we fucked though, right?
