Naruto: Winning Over Every Kunoichi

Warning: This story contains taboo themes, explicit language, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.



In the ninja world… everyone fights, struggles, dreams big.

But not Naruto Uzumaki.

He doesn’t give a damn.



No goals. No responsibilities. No bullshit.



Just laying back, relaxing, and stuffing his mouth with grilled gigolos while his other hand explores something… softer.



Naruto isn’t a hero. He’s a lazy bastard with a smirk—and stamina from hell.



Rasengan? That one-handed spinning ball technique?

Let’s just say his fingers do better work on a kunoichi’s body than on chakra.



Shunshin? The perfect escape jutsu… or the fastest way into the women’s bathhouse.



His Uzumaki bloodline? Endless chakra. Endless energy. Endless f*cks to give—literally.





Tailed beasts, Sannin, Kage, rich heiresses…

They all try to resist.

They all fail.

Because when Naruto comes, he doesn’t come alone. He brings thunder… and moans.



They say he’s a disgrace to the shinobi code.



But when they're on their knees, gasping, trembling under his touch…

They call him a god.