Haruka sat on the edge of his bed, the morning light filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Sora was still asleep beside him, her silver hair a soft cascade over the pillow, her breathing steady. The memory of their rooftop encounter—her futa form, her relentless thrusts—lingered, but so did the image of Mikoto Uchiha in the bathhouse, her raw claim on him a stark reminder of his power's chaos. His Quincy abilities were spiraling out of control, and the system's latest quest—**Contain the Ripple**—was a ticking clock.
He rubbed his temples, the weight of it all pressing down. The system had marked him as the key to stabilizing every futa transformation, his body a conduit for their chakra balance. Sora could control her change now, and Mikoto was restored, but the system's warnings about "village-wide exposure" and "affected individuals" kept him on edge. He needed answers, and the only source he trusted was the system itself.
Closing his eyes, he summoned the interface with a thought. The screen flickered into view, its text sharp and unyielding:
**Quest Update: Contain the Ripple. Progress: 2/10 affected individuals stabilized (Sora, Mikoto Uchiha).**
**New Intel: Chakra feedback from user's Quincy abilities has spread beyond Konoha. Detected transformations in multiple villages. Current affected individuals: 12 (10 outside Konoha).**
**Locations: Kirigakure (3), Sunagakure (2), Kumogakure (2), Iwagakure (2), Amegakure (1).**
**System Warning: Transformations are linked to user's chakra signature. Affected individuals will seek user for stabilization due to heightened attraction. Long-range chakra resonance increasing. Stabilization requires intimate contact (recipient role).**
**New Objective: Identify and stabilize 5 additional individuals within 7 days. Reward: Partial System Lockdown (reduces ripple effect). Penalty: Accelerated transformations (50+ individuals).**
**System Options: [Skill Tree - Partial Access] - Rec 'Chakra Dampening' to slow ripple spread.**
Haruka's stomach churned. *Twelve women*, and ten outside Konoha? His power's reach was far wider than he'd feared, spreading like a virus through the ninja world. Kirigakure, Sunagakure, even Amegakure—places he'd never set foot in—were feeling his chakra's touch. The system didn't name the affected women, but the idea of them seeking him out, drawn by some primal chakra pull, was both thrilling and terrifying. His ass, as Mikoto had implied, was becoming every futa's property, a magnet for their need.
He glanced at Sora, her peaceful face a reminder of why he had to fix this. Their love was taboo, a defiance of Konoha's rules, but it was his strength. He was a reincarnated soul from Earth, not bound by this world's blood ties, and Sora was his everything. He couldn't let his power's chaos touch her again—or worse, expose their bond to the village.
The system's mention of a skill tree caught his eye. He focused, pulling up the partial access:
- **Chakra Dampening (Cost: 500 points)**: Reduces chakra feedback radius by 50%. Slows transformation spread.
- **Enhanced Blut (Cost: 300 points)**: Increases defensive chakra hardening by 20%.
- **Tempest Volley (Cost: 400 points)**: Fires multiple wind-infused chakra bolts simultaneously.
- **Current Points: 600 (Earned from quests: Master the Basics, Balance the Bond).**
Haruka hesitated, then selected **Chakra Dampening**, the system deducting 500 points with a faint *ping*. **Skill Unlocked: Chakra Dampening. Ripple spread reduced. New transformation rate: +1 per 48 hours.** It wasn't a fix, but it bought him time. He'd need to stabilize five more women in a week, and with transformations in other villages, that meant travel—or waiting for them to come to him.
A soft knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. Sora stirred but didn't wake. Haruka slipped on a shirt and pants, padding downstairs to find a scroll on the doorstep, sealed with Konoha's insignia. He opened it, scanning the text: a summons to a joint training session with visiting ninja from Sunagakure, scheduled tomorrow. His gut twisted. Sunagakure—two affected women, according to the system. This wasn't a coincidence.
He tucked the scroll away, returning to the bedroom. Sora was awake now, sitting up, her gray eyes soft but curious. "Everything okay?" she asked, her voice a gentle pull.
"Yeah," he lied, climbing back into bed and pulling her close. "Just some Academy stuff."
She didn't buy it—he could tell from the way her lips pursed—but she didn't push. Instead, she kissed him, slow and deep, her hands sliding under his shirt. "You're tense," she murmured, her fingers tracing his chest. "Let me help."
He met Sora at their rooftop spot, the village twinkling below. She was in her usual form, her silver hair catching the starlight, but her smile was playful, like she knew something he didn't. "Missed you today," she said, leaning against him, her hand brushing his thigh.
"Had to handle some stuff," he said, kissing her softly. Her lips were warm, grounding, but the system's quest loomed in his mind. He couldn't tell her—not yet—but her next words caught him off guard.
"Wanna have some fun?" she asked, her voice a sultry tease. Before he could answer, she closed her eyes, and her futa form reappeared—her cock thick, seven inches, curved just right. "I've been practicing," she said, smirking.
Haruka's pulse quickened, the taboo heat of their bond flaring. "Here?" he asked, glancing around. The rooftop was private, but after Mikoto, he was paranoid.
Sora didn't care. She pushed him against the chimney, her kisses fierce, her hands tugging his pants down. "Right here," she growled, her cock pressing against his ass, raw and ready. She'd brought oil, slicking herself quickly, and Haruka braced himself, his body already yielding to her. She thrust in, deep and relentless, her cock filling him with a familiar stretch that made him groan. Her rhythm was nonstop, each thrust hitting that spot inside him, her hands gripping his hips as she claimed him under the stars.
"God, you're perfect," she gasped, her thrusts growing erratic, her cock pulsing inside him. Haruka rocked back, meeting her, his own release building fast. The system pinged—**Chakra resonance stable. No further feedback detected**—but he barely noticed, lost in Sora's fire.
They came together, Sora's cry sharp as she filled him, Haruka's groan muffled against the chimney. They collapsed, panting, her arms around him, her futa form fading as she kissed his neck. "Love you," she whispered.
"Love you too," he said, his voice rough but warm. But as they caught their breath, a shadow moved on a distant roof. Haruka's eyes narrowed, catching a glimpse of a woman—tall, with short hair and a Suna headband. Her silhouette showed the same telltale bulge, her gaze locked on them before she vanished.
Haruka's heart sank. Suna's affected kunoichi were already here, drawn to him by the same resonance that had pulled Mikoto. His ass, it seemed, was every futa's claim now, and the ripple was spreading faster than he could contain. He held Sora tighter, the system's quest burning in his mind. Konoha was just the start—this was a crisis that could shake the shinobi world.