RE: Filthy Gamer in Narutoverse—38 (Patreon)

The short chapter took more time than expected since I needed to redraw the fox mito a few times. Art truly is a challenging subject.

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Title: Shinobi Scrolls—The White Famine

Hentai Shinobi Rule 38: Be careful not to engage in any affairs against your partners in said partners’ dreams. They will hold you accountable for their dreams.

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1st May, Moanday.

Mito woke up with strange serenity guiding her being. Her vibrant red hair remained untangled despite how she tussled around in the bed during her sleep, making it an effortless task to tie it into two buns. She knew her day was off to a good start just with that. One thing she noticed was the lack of warmth. The wide bed felt empty, and a sweep of her gaze made Mito realize she’d been drooling on the other side.

Grunting, she got out of bed, indifferent to the thick blanket sliding off the furnace that her body happened to be. Naked, Mito stepped past the dresser, briefly glancing at her reflection to rub the remaining sleep out of her eyes. It always annoyed Mito how the damn flakes stuck on her eyelashes.

‘Ain’t there any quality-of-life ninjutsu to tackle this, dattebase? Maybe a wind release from the eyes?’ She puckered her full, pink lips. Unconsciously, she touched the diamond-shaped purple seal on her forehead and felt empty. Again, she felt she had missed something. ‘Hmm.’ The redhead snapped out of it. ‘I should ask Tobirama if he’s ever going to make such a jutsu.’

She sighed, resting her body on the dresser with her hands on the table. The slight bend of her slender form left her derriere exposed to the exit as gentle sunlight beamed through the gaps between the curtains, casting a mesmerizing glow on her waist.

‘He probably won’t—’

*Thck*

The sound of their bedroom opening disrupted Mito’s thoughts as she didn’t appear surprised by the tall, wheat-skinned man entering the premises. His hair was slightly shorter than hers, but it was nothing to scoff at. The familiar man exuded warmth and a transcendent charisma. His eyes briefly widened at Mito’s position before they gained a strangely different yet welcoming mischief. His gaze trailed her being before eventually falling on her exposed ass.

“Oh?” Mito straightened her back as she turned on her naked heels. “Returning from your weekly bitch-taming rituals, are we?” Her arms crossed under her breasts. Usually, that would send her husband, Lord First Hokage of Konohagakure—Hashirama Senju—reeling with fluster. His eyes would dodge her gaze, and an odd blush would touch his darker skin. However, instead of acting like one of those eerie Nara deers caught in a fire jutsu, the arguably strongest man Mito had ever seen acted like his position.

His obsidian eyes drilled into her being, that mischievous smile refused to leave his lips, and Mito witnessed the man’s mast bulging against his trousers. Cautious as ever, Mito instantly inspected her husband. It couldn’t be true.

Hashirama? Showing such early appreciation for her without a barrel of sake numbing his liver?

Yet, one sensory act revealed it was indeed the man she was familiar with, filled to the brim with lust and sensual urges to violate her from head to toe. Mito only ever sensed such urges when Hashirama got drunk near one erratic red-eyed asshole. She could even smell that bitch on her husband.

“Bitch-taming rituals?” Hashirama repeated with a smile. “Wouldn’t you say I returned to perform those?”

Mito furrowed her brows.

“Pardon me?” The redhead narrowed her eyes. “Did you compare me to your balls-worshipping rival?”

Hashirama approached Mito with a confident stride. The bulge in his trousers grew prominent as Mito heard the man taking an appreciative sniff of the air around her.

“Compare?” Hashirama teased. “You’d need to show your skills for some comparison, dear.”

He leaned forward until their lips almost touched. Their eyes never broke contact as he rested his hands on the dresser behind Mito.

“And what skills are those?” Mito taunted with a condescending tone and a contemptuous arch of her brow. “You’re better off commanding a team of sluts returning from missions than the Uzumaki’s princess to—”

“On your knees,” Hashirama blew into her ear before pecking her earlobe. The act sent a shiver down Mito’s spine as she repressed the squeak that almost left her throat. The woman took a second to register the command. Instead of anger, a wave of uncertainty shadowed Mito’s thoughts as she glanced sideways. She resisted the urge to exhale with contentment as Hashirama showered her with some spontaneous tenderness. His lips went from pecking her earlobe to kissing her jaw.

Her arms eventually loosened as Mito gingerly traced her husband’s thick arms before bending her knee and going down. Why she did that wasn’t in Mito’s mind. All she could think and focus on was the bulge that soon fell on her eye level.

Did she cower under Hashirama’s presence?

No.

Mito would have never spoken so scathingly about her husband’s other issues if she did. Yet, she felt willingly subdued by the strange presence around Hashirama.

The redhead’s finger hooked around the man’s trousers before pulling it down as her husband’s wood bounced out with surprising eagerness. Mito’s enhanced senses drunk the filling musk and that bastard’s abhorrent presence. Yet, all of it melded into a sensational smell.

“Awake so early?” Mito bit her bottom lip, almost giving into the urge to peel back the skin around the thick head with her tongue before swallowing it whole. Instead, she reached out for the thick present with her hands.

Hashirama needed to put in more work if he wished to compare the fabled balls-worshipping. Her slender, warm fingers traced her husband’s veins. It throbbed up and down as Mito peeled the layer of skin behind the thicker head. Her warm breath brought a layer of translucent pre-cum around the tip, something she could have licked before mapping Lord First’s veins with her tongue and swallowing his balls.

Yet, she resisted the urge once again. Instead, Mito began pumping his cock with growing eagerness. She enjoyed his pleased grunts until she felt the wood in her hands thickening further.

Instinctively, Mito brought her face closer to the tip, angling the latter upward.

And there it was, the first shot hit the mark on her forehead, something that filled Mito to no end. Then there was more and more. Closing her eyes, the redhead let her husband’s backed-up release paint her face. Mito enjoyed the warm splooge sliding down her skin as she brought his cock to her lips, teasingly rubbing the tip against her petals to clean it.

“Perfect, slut.”

Mito’s eyes snapped open as she looked up, finding a different man instead of her husband. Instead of the long black hair, the sight of a dark coffee-brown nest greeted her gaze: sharper, narrower eyes, thinner lips, and fairer skin. Yet, the mischievous twinkle and smirk was the same as Mito remembered.

He was—

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Mito’s eyes snapped open as she sat up.

The woman looked around, noticing nothing out of the ordinary except—

“Grahahahahahaha! How’d you like that genjutsu, bitch! It was so easy to use that little chakra to fuck you up!”

Mito huffed before rubbing her forehead. Using genjutsu on a sleeping opponent and disguising it as a dream was one of the more basic tactics, something only the monster in her belly could employ as it wished. However, the cynical asshole couldn’t be ignored.

Not to mention, Mito had encountered what she would consider… a White Famine.

You see, Kai couldn’t break her. So, instead of massaging her, the boy began to feed the actual onahole all of it.

It led to Mito being sidelined, watching Kai rut against Tsunade’s lips every day. It was a tactic, of course. The boy wanted to break Mito’s will by making her a spectator. However, she would never break.

And, in turn, it brought sadistic glee to the younger Mito whenever she saw Kai feeling aggrieved at being unable to locate the slut.

‘Speaking of sluts,’ Mito narrowed her eyes and climbed down her bed.

“I bet the boy would love to use this to fuel his imagination,” Mito hummed as she walked to the mirror before crossing her fingers.

*Poof*

“You damn slut! Undo that transformation NOW! I’ll raze this village to dust. Just you fucking wait!”

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Alternate Title: The Hot Dream; Uzumaki Bitch; Mito’s Got It Going; The Husbando Assemble; Mito’s Perfect Combination; Mito’s and Tsunade’s United Tastes; To Compare; Madara Was The Best Waifu All Along; Wet Dreams; What The White Addiction Does To a Person; Suffering From Withdrawal; Kyubi Strikes When The Iron Is Wet; Months; The First Side Chapter; Mito’s Slutty Saga

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Fox Onahole Mito