Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

”You may own the Capital, Uchiha-san,” Katsura whispered, her voice husky and incredibly satisfied as she traced his jawline. ”But I think we both know who just managed that transaction.”

Ren’s dark eyes flashed in the candlelight. The smug, victorious smile on her face was breathtaking, but it was entirely premature.

Before her hand could drop from his jaw, Ren’s hands shot up. He gripped her bare hips with a sudden, immovable force that made her gasp. With a single, fluid flex of his system-enhanced core, Ren sat straight up, throwing her off balance.

Katsura let out a startled shriek as she tumbled backward, her spine hitting the center of the plush silk futon. Before she could scramble back or catch her breath, Ren was already moving. He followed her down, grabbing the backs of her knees and pushing her legs wide open and high into the air, pinning them back against her own chest.

”Don’t get ahead of yourself, Katsura,” Ren murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, predatory rumble as he settled his weight between her thighs. ”You just paid the deposit. I’m collecting the principal.”

Katsura’s chest heaved, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. Pinned on her back, completely exposed to his gaze, the last remnants of her aristocratic control evaporated.

Ren didn’t rush. He took his time admiring the view. She was a mature, powerful woman, and her body reflected it. Her pale skin was flushed pink from their earlier exertion, her heavy breasts spilling to the sides as she breathed heavily. Ren’s eyes trailed down her stomach to her core. Unlike the perfectly manicured, hairless aesthetic of the younger geishas in the capital, Katsura possessed a thick, natural triangle of dark pubic hair. It was deeply mature and intensely erotic, the dark curls currently matted and completely slick with the heavy, glistening arousal she was already dripping onto the silk sheets.

She was soaked. Her natural musk filled the space between them, rich and intoxicating.

”Ren...” Katsura breathed, her thighs trembling against his grip. She shifted her hips upwards, an involuntary, desperate plea for friction.

”My turn,” Ren whispered.

He leaned down, his hands abandoning her knees to take hold of her heavy breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh firmly, kneading the weight of them in his palms before his thumbs found her hardened peaks. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching them with just enough pressure to draw a sharp, breathless whine from her throat.

As he played with her chest, Ren lowered his face directly between her thighs.

He breathed her in—the heavy, sweet, musky scent of a woman completely out of her mind with desire. Ren pressed his open lips directly against her swollen, glistening outer folds.

Katsura’s back bowed off the mattress instantly. Her hands flew down, her manicured nails sinking into his dark hair as he dragged his lips up and down the slick cleft. He didn’t use his tongue right away; he just let the soft pressure of his mouth smear her own heavy wetness across her sensitive skin.

”Oh god,” Katsura whimpered, her hips jerking upward against his mouth.

Ren finally parted her outer folds, opening her up completely. He extended his tongue, tracing broad, wet circles around her swollen lips. The taste was incredible—rich, musky, and faintly sweet. He savored it, his tongue lapping at the slickness dripping from her core.

Katsura was babbling now, her head tossing from side to side on the pillows as Ren’s hands continued to ruthlessly tease and pinch her nipples, attacking her nervous system from two fronts.

With a low hum, Ren pressed his face closer, burying his tongue deep inside her.

Katsura let out a high, fractured scream. The sheer heat of her inner walls was staggering. Ren pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, swirling it against the ridged, scalding-hot flesh inside her. He could physically feel her internal muscles spasming and clenching around his tongue, desperately trying to milk him.

He lapped at her tight entrance, tasting the slick, salty depth of her arousal, before pulling his tongue back and dragging it firmly up the slick runway of her folds. He hunted for the center of her pleasure and found the swollen, hyper-sensitive little pearl hiding beneath her hood.

He flicked it once, hard.

Katsura’s entire body convulsed. ”Right there! Please, right there!”

Ren didn’t just flick it. He latched his lips around her clitoris, sucking it directly into his mouth. He swirled his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nerve ending, creating a localized, relentless suction that made her thrash against his hold. And then, he scraped his teeth against it.

He bit down—not hard enough to break the skin, but a firm, sharp nibble that sent a violent spike of electricity straight into her brain.

”Ah! Ren!” Katsura shrieked, her voice shattering completely.

Her inner thighs clamped down around his ears in a vice grip. She was completely losing her mind, her hands pulling his face flush against her dripping core. Ren kept up the relentless assault, sucking, biting, and licking the swollen pearl while his fingers ruthlessly pinched her nipples.

The sensory overload was too much. The tension in Katsura’s stomach completely snapped.

With a raw, guttural cry, she climaxed violently. Her body seized, and her core violently contracted.

A sudden, forceful jet of hot fluid erupted from her. She squirted completely out of control, the slick, sweet liquid spraying like a high-pressure hose directly onto Ren’s face, splashing across his cheeks, his lips, and soaking into the collar of his chest. She couldn’t stop, her body violently purging wave after wave of hot liquid over him as she sobbed in pure, unadulterated euphoria.

Ren finally pulled back, wiping a heavy, glistening drop of her fluid from his chin with his thumb. He looked down at her. She was a complete mess, her chest heaving, her eyes rolled back slightly, her thighs coated in her own release.

”Look at you,” Ren smirked, his voice a dark, vulgar rasp as he licked the taste of her off his own lips. ”The sophisticated Port Governor’s wife, spraying all over my face like a cheap hose. Fucking beautiful.”

Katsura let out a weak, delirious whimper, completely unable to form a coherent sentence.

Ren didn’t give her a chance to recover. He moved up her body, his knees parting her thighs even wider. He gripped his thick, slick shaft—already coated in her saliva from earlier—and lined himself up with her soaked entrance.

He didn’t slam into her. He pushed forward with a slow, agonizingly deliberate burn.

Katsura gasped as she felt him stretch her open. She was so wet that he slid in with a heavy, squelching glide, but he was so thick that she still felt every single millimeter of the intrusion. He sank in to the hilt, burying himself perfectly deep inside her boiling heat.

Ren groaned, the friction threatening to snap his control. He pulled back almost entirely, the slick sound of their bodies parting echoing in the room, before driving back in.

Slap.

The sound of his hips connecting with hers was loud and wet. He established a slow, grinding rhythm.

Slap. Slap.

”Take it,” Ren ordered, his hands gripping her bare hips to anchor her against his thrusts.

”I am,” Katsura choked out, her nails digging desperately into his forearms. ”God, you’re so deep...”

The slow burn was excruciating for both of them. Ren ground his hips in deep, circular motions with every thrust, making sure he rubbed directly against her swollen clitoris. Katsura whined with every impact, her internal walls gripping him like a vice.

But she was an experienced woman, and the slow pace gave her enough room to breathe, to find her footing. The submissive haze began to clear, replaced by a sudden, fierce surge of dominant energy.

Katsura’s hands moved from his arms to his chest. With a sudden, surprising burst of strength, she shoved him backward.

Ren, allowing it out of sheer curiosity, let himself fall flat onto his back against the pillows.

Katsura immediately scrambled up, straddling his waist. Her dark hair was a wild, tangled halo around her face, her chest heaving heavily. She looked down at him, her dark eyes flashing with feral intent.

”My turn,” she hissed.

She lifted her hips and impaled herself on him, taking his entire length in one smooth, aggressive drop. Ren grunted, his hands flying up to grip her heavy, bouncing breasts as she began to ride him.

She took complete control of the depth and the friction. Katsura ground her hips down in vicious, rolling circles, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as she perfectly targeted her own pleasure. The wet, smacking sounds of her thighs hitting his hips filled the room. She was relentless, riding him with the desperate, experienced hunger of a woman who knew exactly how to extract every drop of pleasure from the man beneath her.

Ren’s vision swam. The feeling of her tight, wet walls clenching around him while she ground down on his hips was absolute perfection. He thumbed her nipples, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers as he bucked his hips upward to meet her frantic pace.

”That’s it,” Ren grunted, his voice tight with impending release. ”Grind on it, Katsura.”

”I’m close!” Katsura cried out, her pace turning frantic, sloppy, and entirely unrestrained. ”Ren!”

She clamped down around him, her inner walls spasming violently as her second orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her nails biting into his shoulders as she screamed his name.

The crushing pressure of her climax snapped Ren’s restraint. He grabbed her hips, holding her flush against him as he unloaded deep inside her, his hips stuttering with the force of his release. He let out a harsh, guttural groan, burying his face in her dark, sweat-dampened hair.

They lay tangled together for a long time, the only sound in the room being their ragged, synchronized breathing.

The investment had yielded an astronomical return.

The morning sun was just beginning to crest over the Fire Capital when Ren walked out of the southern estate’s iron gates.

He looked sharp. His charcoal kimono was perfectly tied, his dark hair effortlessly styled, and he felt like an absolute million ryo. His muscles were pleasantly sore, and the crisp morning air was invigorating as he strolled down the paved streets of the inner city.

When he finally walked through the front doors of his own rented estate, he was expecting a quiet breakfast and a peaceful review of the overnight ledger.

Instead, he found Kakuzu sitting at the heavy dining table, aggressively counting a stack of silver coins. Sitting right next to the silver was a plain, white paper envelope.

”Good morning, CFO,” Ren greeted cheerfully, pouring himself a cup of fresh green tea.

Kakuzu grunted, not looking up from his silver. ”A courier bird arrived from Konoha at dawn.”

Ren paused, his teacup halfway to his mouth. He set the cup down and picked up the envelope.

He broke the cheap wax seal and unfolded the letter. It was written in a soft, elegant, and highly annoyed handwriting. It was from his mother, Mikoto.

Ren leaned against the table and read it.

Ren,

You haven’t visited home in five years. Five years! Your father says you are busy ’expanding operations,’ but I say you are working too hard. You need to come home I am due any week now.

Also, please come speak to your brother. Itachi is acting incredibly strange. Yesterday, he cornered the clan physician and demanded to know the exact daily caloric intake required to maximize a fetus’s chakra coils without causing maternal fatigue. He brought a clipboard. The doctor was terrified.

Come home for the birth, Ren. I miss my eldest son.

Love, Mom.

Ren smiled fondly. Itachi was twelve now, and clearly applying his unhinged, analytical Tycoon training to obstetrics.

But as Ren read the letter a second time, his smile slowly vanished.

Wait a minute, Ren thought, his eyes locking onto the words due any week.

The gears in his thirty-year-old, reincarnated brain began to aggressively turn, pulling up his encyclopedic knowledge of the Naruto timeline.

Mom is pregnant with Sasuke, Ren calculated, his Uchiha eyes widening slightly. Which means Kushina Uzumaki is currently pregnant with Naruto. And Naruto is born roughly two months after Sasuke.

Ren lowered the letter.

Naruto is born in two months. Which means a masked psychopath is going to drop a giant, glowing orange fox directly onto my real estate.

Ren groaned, dragging a heavy hand down his face.

”Unbelievable,” he muttered. ”I am trying to run a continental monopoly, and now I have to deal with pest control.”

Kakuzu paused his coin counting. He looked up, his glowing green eyes narrowing suspiciously. ”Did the village raise our taxes?”

”Worse,” Ren sighed, tossing the letter onto the table. ”My mother is pregnant.”

Kakuzu stared at him. ”How does human reproduction negatively impact our profit margins?”

”Because of the timeline, Kakuzu,” Ren grumbled, walking over to his desk and falling into his leather chair. ”A massive natural disaster is scheduled to hit Konoha in exactly two months. If my family dies, it’s going to severely disrupt my supply chains.”

”A disaster?” Kakuzu repeated, immediately pulling out a fresh ledger. ”Define the scale of property damage. Do we need to liquidate our physical assets in the Leaf?”

”No,” Ren said, rubbing his temples to stave off a sudden headache. ”We are going to Konoha. We have to go buy some Nine-Tails insurance.”

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