Systematic Shinobi - Chapter 45.1 (Patreon)

The next morning, as the dawn came and the sun rose up bit by bit into the sky, found Daiki sitting on the edge of his bed. Lewd, wet slurping sounds echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls.

Between his legs, the naked, voluptuous form of Anko had her lips wrapped around the fat head of his cock, as her hands slowly stroked up and down the rigid manhood, and she worshipped his balls with her tongue.

Only possible thanks to how long she could make her tongue. It was a novel blowjob for sure, way better than Kurenai had given him. Granted, he'd given her quite a bit of coaching…all night long.

"That's it," Daiki gave a lip bitten grin, hand fisted in her hair, no longer held up in the her typical spiky ponytail, "Good girl." he praised.

Anko popped her lips off of his cock head and looked up at him, giving him a tired, but dry gaze, "You know, I'm not a dog brat." she rolled her eyes, but even as she did, she pressed her lips against his cock head once more and gave it a smooch as she held his gaze.

"Coulda fooled me," Daiki laughed, "What with how I made you my bitch last night and all."

Despite her confident demeanor even now, Anko shuddered in remembrance. He had stayed true to his word and fucked her all night long. She had much more stamina than Kurenai, so despite it being her first time, once she adjusted to getting fucked by his cock and adapted to it after getting healed a few times to speed up the process, she lasted much longer.

Which wasn't actually half as impressive as that sounded, because all it meant was that she got fucked for longer and in more positions by him, from traditional average positions like missionary, to straight up full nelson in front of a mirror where he made her watch as her face twisted up into goofy fucked silly expressions as he bounced her on his dick.

"Cocky fucker." Anko huffed at him, but didn't stop worshipping his cock with her lips.

"That I am," Daiki agreed with a shit eating grin as the older woman lathering his cock with her saliva, but as she did, he cast a look out of the window, chakra focusing within his eyes and sighed, "Though, it's about time I get a move on."

"Hm?" Anko raised an eyebrow at him, even as she opened her lips and began bobbing her head up and down on his dick.

"I need to head over to see the old man soon," Daiki explained, easing his grip on the woman's hair and gently raking his fingers through her purple tresses, "My training with him begins today."

Not that his training ever ended, even when he was in the process of fucking Anko, his clones were diligently going at it and through the night quite a few had popped, giving him their memories, well, more like a few hundred and the mastery of four of the earth jutsu he'd pilfered from those rock humpers in the Forest of Death.

Anko pulled her lips from his cock with a loud, wet sloppy pop sound and shook her head, "Man, it really is surreal," she sighed, "When you say that, it really hammers in that a cocky little arrogant punk like you is next in line to be Hokage."

Daiki shrugged, he was right there with her on that matter. He could hardly believe it either, the crap that old man got from Kusa to smoke must have been some real good shit.

"Hey now, insulting your future Hokage like that is probably a crime," the teenager replied, wagging his finger at the woman between his legs, "I could punish you for that you know."

"…Oh no…." Anko gave him a totally deadpan reply, "Whatever will I do? The pervy next Hokage is angry at me, he'll probably dress me up in some slutty costume and fuck me all night long…oh wait, that already happened and I liked it."

Heh.

"I didn't dress you up in a slutty costume," he pointed out, "Though your usual outfit counts for the slutty part for sure."

"I don't see you denying that you'd like to dress me up in a different one though." Anko smirked at him.

"And the floor is made of floor," Daiki rolled his eyes back at her, "As if I would. Though I wonder what would look best on you? Maybe a bunny costume, or a harem girl outfit." he mused.

"Want me to feed you grapes while you lounge in a throne while I'm at it?" Anko asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Sounds good to me." he shrugged.

With that said though, he stood up and stretched out his arms, his large, naked ball sack dangling directly in front of Anko's face.

The woman whistled as she looked up at his towering cock, "Damn, you know, seeing it from this angle makes me wonder how I took that monster all night long." she chuckled lightly.

He grasped his cock around the base at her words, before slapping it against her forehead, "You're just built different." Daiki praised, his smirk returning.

While he was hard still, it wasn't that long ago he deposited a load in the woman beneath him, it sucked he couldn't blow another all over her face and tits right now, but it would take too long.

"Fuck yeah I am," Anko's own smirk widened, and she crossed her arms under her huge naked tits proudly, "And don't you forget it."

He wanted to wreck her again and blow out her back…again.

But, as much as he wanted to, the grind came first. Orgasms were temporary, but the grind was eternal!

"Right then, I'm hitting up a shower before heading out," Daiki told her, "You wanna join me?"

"…I would but I still can't feel my legs," Anko shrugged, "I'll just get one when I can walk in a straight line again and head home."

Daiki rolled his eyes before reaching down and grasping the woman under her armpits and hefting her up, "What are you-?" Anko began to ask in surprise, before giving a yelp as he tossed her onto the bed, landing face first on his pillow, back arched into the air.

'Face down, ass up that's the way we like to fuck.' Daki couldn't help but remember the line of a song from his other life as he eyed her.

And my god was it tempting to just get on the bed and rail her bouncy round ass silly again.

But the grind came first.

"You can stay here and sleep it off, no rush." he assured her. It wasn't like he had anything to fear from her in his house alone, anything possibly damning was kept in his palm seals.

And Isobu had his little clone lounging in the pond still, who kept track of things when he was out.

"…Well it's comfier than my bed," Anko admitted, her voice muffled by the pillow, "You sure you're not just saying that so when you get back you can just plough me again?" she asked, wiggling her full ass at him.

"That would be a solid idea," he nodded, "If I were planning on coming back anytime soon."

He probably wouldn't be back home for a good few days. He'd most likely be at where he was gonna train with the old man and getting the most out of it and would just sleep there outside to maximize his training time.

If he slept at all that was.

"…You're a weird kid, y'know that?" Anko turned her head to give him an odd glance.

"I do," he shrugged, she wasn't wrong. But, he wasn't just going to leave things like that with her. He walked around the bed to stand by her side and grasped his cock at the base, before slapping it against her lips, "Now give daddy a kiss goodbye."

Anko snorted, but she did so anymore, giving his dick a big wet sloppy smooch, "Bye bye daddy~" she cooed at him, "Have a good time getting beat up by an old man."

"I will, thank you." Daiki replied, before spanking her across her bubbly round ass clad with static electricity, drawing a squeal from the woman before moving on to go have a shower and get ready.

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After having a shower and a quick breakfast, Daiki returned to his bedroom to find Anko fast asleep, in the position he left her in.

She snored.

Loudly.

Very unladylike.

Rolling his eyes, the teenager eased her into a laying down position and pulled the covers over her, before proceeding to get ready and leaving his home behind for the time being.

The crisp morning air felt good on his skin and brushing through his hair. Konoha wasn't exactly Cloud or Mist temperature wise, the coldest of the five great villages, but it wasn't exactly Sand either, and nearing the latter half of the year now, mornings and days like this would become more common.

Daiki couldn't say he disliked it at all, in fact, it reminded him of the place his other self lived, it was a place with a colder climate than average, so crisp mornings were quite common.

"It's a good day." Daiki mused, the cold air sharpened his senses, which would be good for training with old man Hokage.

The cold didn't bother him anyway.

He left his home behind and hopped up onto the roof of a nearby building before travelling via roof hopping towards the Hokage Tower.

The general populace of the village was just beginning their day, and the hubbub of it all became a gentle backdrop in his ears.

It was nice and peaceful.

A peace that wouldn't last and would be wholly ruined in the coming years if the Akatsuki, Obito, Madara or Kaguya got their way.

…It was going to be his job one day, at most a few years away, possibly only a month away, to protect this peace.

Despite the fun and enjoyable time he'd had with Anko, a familiar weight seemed to form over his shoulders.

'Don't worry about it,' Isobu spoke up, 'It's just another weight for you to grind under until you can shoulder it easily, just like any other weight.'

His lips quirked up, "…Yeah, you're right."

And it wasn't like he was shouldering that weight alone. And his big ol' turtle bro had some real massive shoulders.

'I mean, if we're being technical, I don't really have shoulders.' Isobu pointed out, drawing a snort from the teen.

Not long later, he arrived at the Hokage Tower. He spotted the old man right away as he approached.

He was standing atop the tower, overlooking the village.

"Good morning Daiki-kun," the old man greeted him, glancing at the teen from the corner of his eye as he lightly puffed on his pipe, "Did you have a good sleep and get well rested for today?"

"Nope," Daiki shrugged, "I spent all night having 'fun' with Anko, if you know what I mean old man."

"Hoh?" the old man grinned around his pipe, "Is that to? You're quite the lucky lad aren't you? Are you trying to make your sensei jealous?"

Huh, he was already referring to himself as his sensei?

"I'm just built different old man," Daiki shrugged and crossed his arms, "Speaking of sexy ladies though, how was that old lady Koharu in bed back in the day when she was a hottie?"

"I wouldn't know personally," Sarutobi shrugged, "Though I'm told she was quite the minx if Hashirama-sama's words are anything to by."

Daiki blinked.

Wait…what?

"She banged the first?" Daiki couldn't help but gape at the old man.

"Quite a few people did actually," Sarutobi chuckled, "Hashirama-sama was a bit of a dog you could say, many woman lusted after him and he indulged quite a bit in it."

Damn…the First Hokage was a player?

Respect.

'So I'm not the first one who thought of using the Hokage position to get laid?" Daiki realised, "Wait, wasn't he married?"

"Yes, yes he was, he was a lucky man indeed," Sarutobi mused with a nod, puffing on his pipe, "Mito-sama was quite…kinky is the word I believe."

Wow, the more you learned man.

Mind.

Blown.

"You know, the Uzumaki really do sound crazy sometimes," Daiki shook his head, "I wonder how Naruto's mom stacked up." he intentionally dropped.

The Sandaime side eyed him thoughtfully, "So you even know that?" he mused, "You realise that's an S-class secret, correct?"

"About as much as Naruto being the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, right?" Daiki snorted, "Come on, it's not like she's not in the records and closely associated to the Yondaime Hokage in them, always on missions with him. And she was the only Uzumaki in the records during that time period, and with Naruto basically being a carbon copy of the Yondaime, anyone with a brain could put it together."

He had actually confirmed that pretty early on, just for an excuse when he brought this kind of thing up. Kushina Uzumaki wasn't hard at all to find in the records, her mission count, her ninja registration number, etcetera, it was all there at the shinobi library.

"You'd be surprised how few have made the connection actually," Sarutobi pointed out, "As for Kushina herself….she was something alright, that was for sure."

"That's for sure," Daiki agreed, "The Yondaime was a lucky guy, given a chance I'd be all over that redheaded babe."

"…Never tell Naruto that." Sarutobi responded dryly.

"Hey man, if Naruto was a chick, I'd be all over her too," Daiki shrugged, "As a girl, Naruto is a hottie hot hottie. Gotta be them Uzumaki genes man, probably the real reason why those ugly fuckers from Cloud, Stone and shit teamed up to wipe them out."

"Then I'm sure we can all be glad Naruto is a boy then," the old man snorted, "The last thing we need is an angry female jinchuuriki because she caught the boy she likes hitting on other girls like you do."

…Well he wasn't wrong.