Haruka stood in the quiet of his room, the early morning light barely touching the edges of Konoha. Sora was still asleep, her silver hair a soft tangle on the pillow, her face serene. He hadn't told her about the system's latest intel—the futa transformations spreading to other villages, the quest to stabilize them, or the fact that his Quincy power was turning him into a magnet for every affected woman. Their love was his anchor, but this mess was his to clean up. Alone.
The system's screen flickered into view with a thought, its text stark:
**Quest Update: Contain the Ripple. Progress: 2/12 affected individuals stabilized (Sora, Mikoto Uchiha).**
**Intel: Chakra feedback detected in Sunagakure. Affected individual identified: Pakura of the Scorch Release. Current status: Seeking user due to chakra resonance.**
**New System Feature Unlocked: Translocation Scroll (Single-use). Teleports user to one affected individual. Cooldown: 24 hours.**
**Objective: Stabilize Pakura within 12 hours. Reward: 300 system points, +5% chakra control. Penalty: Increased resonance (additional transformations).**
**System Warning: Affected individuals exhibit heightened attraction. Stabilization requires intimate contact (recipient role).**
Haruka's jaw tightened. Pakura—a Sunagakure kunoichi with Scorch Release, a name he vaguely recalled from Naruto lore. She was out there, changed by his power, drawn to him by some chakra-fueled need. The translocation scroll was a lifeline, letting him handle this without dragging Sora into it or waiting for Sunagakure's ninja to arrive for tomorrow's training. He had to move fast.
He focused on the system, selecting the **Translocation Scroll** option. A glowing parchment materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate chakra runes. The system prompted: **Activate scroll? Destination: Pakura (Sunagakure).** Haruka glanced at Sora one last time, memorizing her face, then nodded. "Activate."
The world blurred, a rush of chakra pulling him through space. When the dizziness faded, he was standing in a Sunagakure alley, the air dry and hot, sand dusting his boots. The village's clay buildings loomed around him, their curves catching the midday sun. The system pinged: **Location confirmed. Pakura detected 50 meters north.** Haruka tucked the scroll's ashes into his pocket and moved, his Hirenkyaku making him a silent blur.
He found her in a secluded courtyard, a training ground ringed by cacti. Pakura was striking—tall, with green hair tied back and sharp, amber eyes that locked onto him instantly. Her kunoichi gear was tight, but the bulge at her crotch was unmistakable—a futa cock, thick and evident, a mirror of Sora's and Mikoto's transformations. Her gaze was intense, hungry, and Haruka felt the system's resonance kick in, a pull that made his skin tingle.
"You're him," Pakura said, her voice low, almost a growl. "The one I've been… feeling." She stepped closer, her Scorch Release chakra flaring faintly, heating the air. "I don't know what you did, but I *need* you."
Haruka swallowed, keeping his cool. "Yeah, I get that a lot lately. Let's fix this, alright?"
She didn't hesitate, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Her lips crashed into his, her kiss fierce, her hands tearing at his shirt. Haruka's body responded, the chakra resonance amplifying every touch. Pakura's cock pressed against his thigh, hard and heavy, and the system's instructions were clear: stabilization meant he'd be the recipient, just like with Mikoto. His ass was the key, and Pakura wasn't wasting time.
She pushed him against a clay wall, her strength surprising but not overpowering. "Turn around," she ordered, her voice thick with need. Haruka complied, bracing his hands against the warm stone, his pants yanked down in one swift motion. Pakura's fingers were quick, finding a small vial of oil in her gear—standard for desert missions, apparently—and she slicked her cock, its eight-inch length glistening, slightly thicker than Sora's, with a pronounced vein running along it.
She pressed against him, the tip of her cock nudging his entrance, raw but slicked enough to ease the way. Haruka groaned as she pushed in, the stretch intense, her thickness filling him inch by inch. "Fuck," Pakura hissed, her hands gripping his hips. "You're perfect." She thrust deep, her rhythm steady but relentless, each stroke hitting that spot inside him that made his knees buckle. The courtyard was silent except for their sounds—his low moans, her sharp gasps, the slap of her hips against his ass.
Pakura's thrusts were raw, nonstop, her Scorch Release chakra adding a faint warmth to her touch, like a desert breeze. She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. "You're mine right now," she growled, her cock pulsing inside him, driving harder, faster. Haruka rocked back, meeting her, the resonance pushing him toward his own edge. The system pinged: **Chakra balance restoring. 70% complete.** He ignored it, lost in the intensity, the way Pakura claimed him under the open sky.
Her thrusts grew erratic, her breaths ragged, and Haruka felt his climax building, sparked by the raw pressure of her cock. "Come," she commanded, her voice a sultry snarl, and that was enough. Haruka's release hit hard, his body shuddering as he spilled against the wall, his groan echoing in the courtyard. Pakura followed, her cock throbbing as she came, her thrusts slowing but deep, filling him with a warmth that sealed the balance.
They collapsed against the wall, panting, Pakura's arms around him as the system pinged: **Chakra balance restored: Pakura. Quest Progress: 3/12 stabilized. Reward: 300 points, +5% chakra control.** Haruka glanced back, confirming Pakura's cock was gone, her body restored. Her amber eyes softened, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You're something else," she said, stepping back and adjusting her gear. "Don't be a stranger."
Before he could respond, the system pinged again: **Translocation Scroll Cooldown: 23 hours. New affected individual detected: Kirigakure. Recommend immediate action.** Haruka's jaw tightened. One down, but the ripple was spreading, and he was running out of time.
He nodded at Pakura, pulling his pants up. "Take care." Then he vanished with Hirenkyaku, heading for a quiet spot to plan his next move. Sora was waiting back home, and Konoha's joint training loomed tomorrow. But the system's intel was clear: Kirigakure was next, and another futa was coming for him. His power was a wildfire, and he was the only one who could put it out—one raw encounter at a time.