The sun rose over the outskirts of Kirigakure.
Set back behind stone walls and mist, carved into a quiet valley, was a sleek, elegant structure built from wood, polished tile, and chakra-suppression barriers.
There were no guards.
No signs.
No shinobi dared approach.
Because everyone in the village knew: Naruto Uzumaki lived here now.
And he did not leave.
Inside the Harem Seal House
Naruto awoke on silk sheets, bound at the wrists by glowing chakra lace. His cock pulsed — hard, red, throbbing — as it had been for hours, untouched and aching.
Above him on the wall was a simple inscription:
"You cum when we say. Not before."
The seal on his stomach pulsed faintly, keeping the edge sharp — maintaining him in a state of perpetual arousal.
He whimpered as the door opened.
The first shift of the day had arrived.
Sasuko, still in her tight mesh armor, stepped inside.
Her Sharingan was already active, her chakra heated from the start.
She straddled him without speaking, pulling his cock upright, and slowly sank down onto it — her folds slick and hot even before she bottomed out.
Naruto moaned. "Sasuko—I'm close—don't—!"
She smirked, rolling her hips.
"That's the point."
She rode him fast, bouncing violently, her tight inner walls squeezing the underside of his shaft as the seal flared again, cutting off his orgasm just as it built to the edge.
His whole body shook.
He didn't cum.
But she did.
Loudly.
Twice.
As she came down from her high, Hinata entered next.
She knelt beside Naruto's face, kissed his lips, and whispered:
"Now your tongue's mine."
She sat gently on his mouth, grinding her pussy against his tongue with slow, deliberate pleasure, moaning as she shuddered with release.
Shift after shift.
Sakura rode his face while Ino jerked his cock with slow, teasing strokes — never letting him finish.
Tsunade sat on his lap in reverse, grinding her ass against his stomach while she toyed with herself.
Karin leaned over him, kissing his neck while she sucked chakra from his tip, stopping each time he twitched.
And all day?
He didn't cum once.
By nightfall, he was drenched in sweat and lust.
His balls were tight. His cock leaked constantly. His tongue was tired from licking soaked cunts.
And his mind?
Blissfully broken.
"Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Let me… finish…"
Tsunade smiled, leaning down.
"Not today."
She kissed his forehead.
"You'll be used again at dawn."
And with a snap of her fingers, the chakra lace tightened.