Chapter 7: The Mind Games Begin

The sun dipped low over Konoha, casting golden light across the rooftops.

Naruto leaned against the railing of his apartment balcony, muscles sore, mind spinning from everything—Kagami's teasing dominance, Sasuko's fierce passion, Itachika's cold fire, and Hinata's shy sweetness. His chakra was still running hot, and he felt like a magnet—one that was starting to attract every woman who caught his scent.

That's when he felt her.

Not chakra. Perfume.

Sweet, floral, and maddeningly familiar.

"Ino," he said without turning.

"Well, well…" came her voice—honey-slick and amused. "Look at you, loverboy. Word travels fast, you know."

He turned—and his heart thudded hard.

Ino Yamanaka, standing in his doorway, hips cocked, blonde hair falling in silky waves over one shoulder. She wore a short violet kimono—tied loosely, very loosely—clearly nothing underneath. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I figured," she continued, stepping forward, "before every other kunoichi in the village drains you dry… I should get a taste too."

Naruto opened his mouth—but nothing came out.

She was already in front of him, fingers on his bare chest, pushing him back toward the couch.

"And don't worry," she whispered, "I'm not here to be all shy and gentle like little Hinata."

He hit the cushions, and she straddled him immediately, kimono falling open. Her breasts pressed against him—round, full, flawless—and her bare core rubbed directly against his awakening cock.

"I'm here to break you."

Naruto groaned, hips twitching—but Ino pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shhh. No talking," she said with a smirk. "You're not in charge right now."

She leaned down and bit his neck—just hard enough to leave a mark—then licked over it while grinding against him, slow and torturous.

Her voice dropped lower. "You know what my clan's jutsu does, right? I can slip inside your head. Control you. But tonight… I want to see how long you can resist."

And with that—she entered his mind.

Naruto's eyes glazed for a second, then fluttered. Suddenly, it felt like she was touching him everywhere. Her mental presence flooded his brain with sensation—hands on his thighs, tongue on his chest, her hot breath whispering "Cum for me" over and over.

Physically, Ino slid his cock inside her with practiced ease.

She sank down, moaning as her tight, wet walls wrapped around him.

But mentally? She was everywhere.

"Oh gods—Ino—what are you—" he gasped.

"Do you feel it?" she cooed, bouncing now, her inner muscles squeezing with perfect, teasing pulses. "I'm inside your head, baby. I know exactly how to make you burst."

Naruto writhed beneath her, helpless to the dual assault of her body and mind.

She rode him hard, fast, breath hot against his cheek as she whispered fantasies into his mind—visions of other girls watching, of him tied up and used, of her milking him again and again.

"You can't hold it," she whispered, squeezing tighter, clenching hard. "Let it go, Naruto. Fill me up."

He moaned—a deep, broken sound—and came violently, body arching, cock twitching as he shot deep inside her.

Ino gasped, trembling with climax. She loved the way it felt—the stretch, the heat, the fullness. She collapsed onto his chest, laughing breathlessly.

"Damn," she panted. "That chakra of yours is seriously addictive."

Naruto blinked up at the ceiling, mind half-fried.

"…You literally mind-fucked me."

Ino giggled. "You're welcome."

In the hall outside, a scroll burned with quiet chakra.

Tsunade read the names being marked.

Her eyes narrowed.

"That boy's chakra is too dangerous to go unchecked. It's time I… investigate myself."