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In the end, Tanaka decided to push, desire overwhelming his own rationality as well. Their room was charged with silence, broken only by the muffled whimpers of Sakura as she trembled on his lap, the heat of her skin radiating through the thin fabric.

Fuck caution.

He kissed her once again even as he shifted, letting her sit next to him, leaving his lap unoccupied. But, with her pulse racing with excitement, Sakura didn’t register the importance of his move, not until he brought her fingers to his lap, his pants already pushed down.

She froze as her fingers ended up wrapped around his shaft, throbbing after the earlier excitement. “Finish what you started, beautiful," he playfully ordered. Playful or not, it was still an order, and in her dazed state, her instincts as a ninja defaulted to following it.

When his hands slip into her beautiful pink hair and pushed her down, she followed his wordless direction, her hand shifting to his thigh, trembling desperately. Sakura's eyes widened only when her lips were about to touch his cock. It meant, when she parted her lips to say something, she gave him the opening he required.

He pushed her down, her lips around his girth immediately.

Sakura's eyes flashed with indignation, but it died, replaced by excitement when he tightened his grip and pushed her down. She parted her lips down, taking down his cock into her mouth with ease. She might be unexperienced, but as a ninja, she was not troubled by the physical challenge.

Warm, wet heat enveloped him as he used her head, her tongue swirling awkwardly at first. Tanaka hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking slightly.

She bobbed her head, more of his length pushed into her mouth with each repeat. Slurping sounds mixed with the music, muffled but obscene. Tanaka's hand guided her pace, not forcing but directing, her dazed obedience making it easier.

She gagged softly once, pulling back with watery eyes, but dove back in even when he reduced the pressure, showing she was already in the mood. He said nothing, afraid of ruining her mood, especially when her face gained a determined quality.

Instead, he stopped the pressure, letting her take the pace.

[Feat Achieved! Teach Sakura a new way to handle a ‘kunai’

+1x Platinum Random Gacha ticket]

Her enthusiasm surged, and soon she used her hand to stroke the base while her mouth worked the head, tongue flicking the underside. Another platinum ticket added to his joy.

Tanaka felt the build-up, his balls tightening, but she was far from the final result. He said nothing, but when he pushed her down, she was quick to obey, gagging again but persisting, tears smearing her makeup. He pushed aggressively into her mouth, matching her rhythm.

Before he could reach his destination, Ino arrived, opening the door slowly. Tanaka looked at her, enjoying her shocked expression despite the risk. She froze at the sight, giving Tanaka the chance to take a stock of her, and depending on her dominant emotion, retreat and let it look like it was Sakura being loose, or push his luck even more.

He spent a moment taking changes to her dress. Some of the changes were obvious, neckline slashed lower, hem raggedly shortened, sleeves gone, with her hair adjusted to give her a wild quality, her makeup twisted into something sexy and inviting.

Different than Sakura, she also seemed to get rid of her panties, escalating the situation even further.

Yet, Tanaka was more interested in her emotional flux, her face an open book, the sight of pink hair bobbing up and down enough to break her usual sense of control. Her shock was obvious, while there was no bubbling desire; more interested in Sakura’s actions than him.

Tanaka was happy with it. It allowed him a good way to access. He raised his empty hand to his lip, gesturing her to stay silent, then curled his finger, inviting her to walk closer. Once again, Commander proved its worth, allowing him to convey his order in a minimalistic manner.

She still looked hesitant, and Tanaka smirked mockingly. He gestured Sakura, then with two fingers, he mimed running, suggesting Ino that Sakura was winning their little race.

With things in balance, even the smallest habit could unbalance things. Their habitual rivalry was one such thing. With Ino shocked at the way she found Sakura, it tipped the balance. She walked forward silently, Sakura still bobbing her head, unaware of her return.

He kept his grip firm in Sakura's hair, guiding her pace without missing a beat. Sakura's mouth worked him eagerly now, her tongue swirling around his shaft, slurping sounds muffled by the background noise, but her gags loud enough to break through.

She was lost in the act, unaware of their audience, diving her deeper with each pass. Tanaka felt the build-up coiling tighter in his gut, but he held back, savoring the moment, his gaze firmly on Ino, the challenge hidden no need to be verbalized.

Ino's eyes narrowed, leaning forward. Tanaka reached and grabbed her hair, pulling her for a kiss. Ino, despite the situation obeyed. Sakura continued, unaware of Ino’s return. Ino froze at Sakura’s muffled moans, but she didn't notice, too focused on her task, her hand stroking the base of his cock while her lips stretched around him, taking him to the back of her throat whenever he pushed her down, testing her limits.

After pulling back from the aggressive kiss, Ino looked dazed. With her habitual ninja defenses down, Tanaka read every single emotion she had, arousal building, confusion morphing into a heated curiosity.

He decided to escalate even more. He pulled Ino next to him, and at the same time, pulled Sakura up. “Ino!” Sakura gasped.

Too bad Ino couldn’t answer, not when he immediately pushed her down to replace Sakura, merciless enough to invade her throat fully. Ino gagged and gasped. “I’m sure you can do better than Sakura,” he declared, which was enough to destroy her resistance, their absurd rivalry somehow enough to handle everything.

At the same time, he knew he couldn’t give Sakura time to recover. He leaned forward, glad that Sakura’s dress, already challenged with homemade adjustments, slipped to reveal her breasts. He captured her nipple, biting and licking.

Ino hummed around him in response to his aggressive thrust, the vibration sending a jolt up his spine, his kisses on Sakura’s breasts adding more to his joy.

[Feat Achieved! Teach Ino a new way to handle a ‘kunai’

+1x Gold Random Gacha ticket]

A good gain, though a part of him felt sad that there were no reward for the crowded nature of his act. Maybe if he could push further…

Then, another switch where he mirrored the move, with Sakura’s throat filled while he kissed Ino's nipples. He could sense that Ino was getting a handle of the situation, and the more he delayed her realization, the better.

At least until he could complete the set of achievements. He lifted her up, her lack of underwear proving useful while he buried his head between her legs, his tongue dancing.

Ino's composure fractured further as his tongue circled her clit, slow and teasing. She leaned into him, one hand gripping his arm, the other hovering near her mouth to muffle her breaths. "This is... crazy," she whispered, but her hips rocked subtly against his tongue, seeking more. Arousal dominated now, her free hand drifted to his chest, nails digging in as she watched Sakura work him toward the edge.

Ino's thighs widened, a soft whimper escaping her.

It was working perfectly. He used the hand that wasn’t occupied by pushing Sakura down to Ino’s clit, adding to her pleasure. One that came shockingly quick as Ino collapsed next to him, listless.

[Feat Achieved! Help Ino ‘relax’

+1x Gold Random Gacha ticket]

With Ino collapsed to his side, gasping and dazed, he focused on Sakura. "Watch," he murmured, his other hand returning to Sakura's hair, pushing her down harder, mercilessly with both hands. Sakura complied eagerly as he invaded her throat aggressively, their room filled with the sounds of her effort, slurps, gasps, his own restrained groans.

Tanaka felt his release building, coiling tight. Sakura's enthusiasm peaked, her tongue flicking relentlessly, throat relaxing to take him fully. He thrust up aggressively, meeting her descent, the sensation overwhelming. Ino watched silently, her eyes widened at each deep plunge.

Then, he exploded into Sakura’s mouth without warning, filling her mouth and throat with his seed…

He closed his eyes, riding the pleasure, the moment exciting even for him. Enjoying the attention of two beautiful genius ninja was amazing enough, and the aura of subterfuge.

Then, Ino grabbed his throat. Lost in the moment, it was too late when he realized it wasn’t foreplay but attack, cutting his blood flow … but luckily, he could read her body language. It was not an attack, but a gentle method of putting someone to sleep. She was merely putting him to sleep. He could have retaliated, or broke out of her hold, the slightest application of chakra enough to break out, but regardless, the fun part of the night was over.

So, he made a show of shuffling before he put his hand on the table, faking unconsciousness.

The girls shuffled away from him as the room fell silent. He didn’t need his eyes to realize the absurd silence that fell on the girls, neither knowing what to say. So, he wasn’t surprised when they left the room without saying anything, splitting even before leaving the room.

Tanaka lay on the table for several minutes before a waitress came to find him, and stirred him awake. “Sir, you have too much drink. Do you want to recover here, or should I arrange assistance,” she said. He suspected she was arranged by Ino, not that it mattered much.

“No need. Just need a minute to recover,” Tanaka said, making a show of looking around. “Just bring me the bill, and a glass of water.”

“The bill is handled, sir,” the waitress said, departing to bring him the water he asked, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“What a night,” he muttered to himself, his fingers tapping the table, barely suppressing his impatience to reach to the System and summon the tickets. Seven of them, one silver, three gold…

And three platinum.

He owed Sakura the most expensive gift he could ever come up with … ideally even more, as there was one last achievement he unlocked in Tenten, but not them. Seduction, which required not just the physical completion, a certain emotional connection. It had granted a platinum ticket with Tenten.

What would be the reward with Sakura?

Did the system even have a reward higher than platinum? And, if there was, what kind of reward it would bring to him. He lingered almost fifteen minutes at the club before he stumbled out, glad that he wasn’t suddenly accosted by ANBU or Yamanaka ninjas.

Though, as he walked away, he lamented the mistake. Resting after his climax was one, as he neglected Ino … who in turn panicked, her shame triggering Sakura’s panic. A terrible feedback loop that cut off a promising night early.

“Don’t be greedy,” he muttered to himself as he continued to walk. He had been hopeful when he found a way to enter Konoha, but never in his wildest hopes, he expected to collect three platinum tickets at one night.

The System favor toward Sakura had been an incredible surprise…

He said nothing else once he returned to his room, but he decided to take a quick bath before he started pulling the tickets, the smoke from two different establishment an annoying adjustment.

He dried himself and returned to his bedroom. He used Sightline to confirm he was alone. “Now, it’s time to enjoy the fruits,” he muttered, and started pulling, beginning with the silver.

[Warhammer 40k]

{Uncommon Item: 40,000 regular quality standard Iron Warhammers, you can take out one at a time from your system storage. What did you think it was?}

“What the hell?” he muttered as he read the description. It was not the worst item he received, as he had got quite useless stuff from his silver tickets before, but it was certainly weird.

Forty thousand hammers? Why?

He shrugged. Ultimately, he was a merchant, and it was something he could sell, or depending of the quality of the iron, purchase a forge and melt them back. The metal from forty thousand war hammers was no joke.

Then, he turned to his gold tickets.

[Bronze Creation]

{Rare Ability: Allows you to create and shape Bronze, the superior metal and alloy, forming weapons, armor, or even constructs out of it, you can also reinforce this bronze with your own energy.}

[Midas' Bag of Holding]

{Rare Item: A small pouch the size of a human hand that contains a 1km x 1km square of space inside of it, whoever puts their hand inside can pull out what they are looking for no problem, the weight of the pouch does not change.}

[Mountman]

{Uncommon Trait:

You are a master rider, whatever vehicle you get on, you know how to ride as if you have been riding it for years.}

Mountman was simple. It made him a better rider. Nor very useful, as chakra meant running was usually superior to available vehicles. It still had some utility, but only because of the flying glider he had received earlier. Even then, it was merely a marginal benefit.

Flying was too noticeable.

Then, he moved to the others. Bronze Creation Ability seemed useless at first, as compared to steel, it was an inferior alloy, one that could be easily dismissed, its only benefit finally unlocking another Ability slot meaning he could keep Sightline active while keeping another ability ready to go.

But, the second part of the explanation changed his mind greatly. Reinforcing it with his own energy, meaning he could freely infuse his chakra.

He didn’t know what exactly would be the result, but it might be exactly what he needed to get permanent residence in Konoha, something he was far more willing to do than before after everything he had acquired.

Something to consider later.

Then, there was the last reward. A huge storage area, one that he could put everything he owned and still leave space, all compressed to a hand-sized object; far superior to any storage scroll, with no visible fuinjunsu marks to make ninja suspicious.

He could use them to turn his merchantile business into something great … or start a new business, selling fresh water to Suna. He just needed to make sure his throat wouldn’t get slit in the process.

He decided to leave the long term business implications alone for the moment, and started with his other pulls.

Three platinum. Potentially enough to change his life. He pulled the first one.

[Expert Kama Sutra]

|Elite Skill: You are an expert in the carnal, being intimately familiar with picking up signs of arousal and pleasuring your partners in bed. Unless your partner is completely frigid, no one will leave your bed unsatisfied, your skill in bed is unmatched by most. If you were given magic you could probably create Eromancy.}

He couldn’t help it. An amused laughter bubbled out of him even as information rushed into his mind, his bedroom skills had transformed into something unbelievable. Before Tenten, he could have cursed even the existence of such a skill, let alone wasting a platinum ticket, but, considering the source of his most recent windfall, he had no such issue.

Then, there was the implication of magic and how it could have unexpected benefits. He didn’t know if chakra counted, but he was certainly willing to try once he had a better understanding of it.

He crossed his fingers, pulled another one.

[Grounded]

{Elite Trait: You embody the immovable earth, all earth-based abilities are more potent, cost less energy to use, and are easier to master. In addition, you recover energy faster when underground.}

Another valuable one. It had next to no direct impact, but long term potential was valuable. His Mysticism trait allowed him to recover his chakra quickly, which could be combined by underground recovery. Combined, he could train his chakra abilities more.

He just needed to learn the training method of ninjas.

Then, the last pull.

[Master Discipline]

{Legendary Skill: You are the master of your own mind, the god of your own ship. Pain has no effect on your abilities, you can endure the toughest of punishments even if you think you can't. Your focus cannot be shaken, your discipline is unmatched. Your mind cannot be shaken by those weaker than yourself, and even then they will not have a good time. You are as disciplined as Batman himself.}

“Amazing,” he muttered as he read. He had no problem maintaining his focus when it came to his life, but ninjas had hundreds of years learning how to break people. Having assurances about torture resistance was nice.

Then, there was the other aspect, that his mind couldn’t be shaken by ones weaker than himself, and backlash against anyone that actually succeeding on it. It wasn’t very important right now, but the stronger he got, the more important it would get.

It had been an incredibly productive day, he decided as he lay down, and tried to sleep. Amusingly, Master Discipline proved immediately useful, allowing him to suppress his own excitement and relax.

Though, just as he was about to fall asleep, a thought entered his head. Who the hell was Batman. It was the second time one of his pulls referred to him. A famous ninja of the past? A kage?

Maybe there was a Hidden Village of Bat somewhere?