Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

Ren was already trapped in the middle of the cushion pile.

Katsura threw one leg across his thighs before Shizuka could recover her position. Shizuka immediately crowded in from the other side, while the patron who had followed them from the couch remained wrapped around Ren’s upper body and refused to surrender the space she had already claimed.

Shizuka reached across Ren for his mouth, only for Katsura to block her with a shoulder and steal the kiss first. Shizuka immediately grabbed Ren’s chin and pulled him back, while the patron behind him stayed pressed against his shoulder.

The remaining women abandoned the couches once they realized nobody intended to preserve orderly seating. Madoka alone stayed just outside the scramble, watching Katsura and Shizuka steal Ren back and forth before deciding where she wanted to enter.

Shizuka shoved Katsura aside long enough to climb over Ren’s hips again, but Katsura refused to give her the space she had enjoyed earlier. She stayed pressed against Ren’s left side, one hand sliding across his chest while the patron behind him kept her mouth against his neck.

Shizuka settled over Ren with Katsura still crowding her shoulder. She caught Ren’s cock, guided herself down onto him, and gasped as she took him again.

Katsura immediately reached between them, refusing to let Shizuka pretend this was a private turn.

”I had one of the first contracts in the capital,” Katsura reminded her.

Shizuka’s hips kept moving. ”I waited two years. I have accumulated interest.”

Madoka’s calm voice came from behind them. ”I financed the original expansion.”

Shizuka looked over her shoulder.

Katsura burst out laughing.

Shizuka reached across Ren’s chest, deliberately slipping her hand over the thick silicone dick of the feedback harness Katsura was still wearing.

Shizuka pumped her hand down the shaft once, hard.

Katsura gasped and nearly lost her grip on Ren. Instead of pushing Shizuka away, Katsura reached across Ren’s chest, grabbed Shizuka by the back of the neck, and pulled her down into a deep, aggressive kiss with tongues tangling.

One of the other longtime patrons crawled in behind Shizuka and caught her around the waist. The added pressure pushed Shizuka harder against Katsura, and she laughed into Katsura’s mouth before twisting around to kiss the woman behind her as well.

Katsura used the opening to drag Shizuka back toward her, the harness trapped between their thighs.

Ren reached for them.

The patron still pressed against his shoulder caught his wrist first, pulled his arm back around her waist, and leaned in to steal his mouth before he could reach Katsura or Shizuka.

Madoka finally set her glass aside and moved deeper into the cushions.

Katsura noticed first. ”There she is.”

Madoka ignored her and stopped directly beside Ren.

Shizuka was still over his hips. She looked at Madoka, understood immediately what she wanted, and remained there for another stubborn second before finally shifting aside onto the cushions beside Katsura. She kept one hand hooked into Ren’s shirt, clearly unwilling to surrender him completely.

The patron at Ren’s shoulder moved back enough to open the remaining space.

Madoka stepped into it and rested one hand against Ren’s chest as she looked down at him.

She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his wet, rigid cock, and guided the head perfectly against her entrance. She sank down in one long, smooth motion, taking his thick shaft deep into her tight vagina.

Katsura broke her kiss with Shizuka, panting heavily, and looked over. She traced a finger lazily down Madoka’s spine.

”Look who finally decided to ruin her perfect composure,” Katsura teased. ”I thought you were just going to supervise the indecency.”

Madoka didn’t blush. She braced her hands flat on Ren’s chest, rolled her hips forward to take his dick deeper, and looked down at Katsura with absolute authority.

”I never supervise an investment without personally testing the returns.”

Madoka set a slow, demanding pace. She rode him with regal, deliberate thrusts, her inner walls clenching around him.

The patron who had yielded the center simply shifted lower, her mouth closing hotly around Madoka’s bare nipple. Madoka gasped, her rhythm stuttering for a second, but she arched her back and kept riding Ren. Katsura and Shizuka continued grinding against each other beside them, their hands constantly wandering over to stroke Ren’s chest, tangle in his hair, or drag their nails down his ribs.

Ren thrust his hips upward, meeting Madoka’s deep plunges, his hands gripping her waist to help drive her down harder. Even while Ren focused on Madoka, hands from the women around them kept reaching back into the same tangled space, fingers slipping into wet vulvas and thumbs circling sensitive clits.

When Madoka finally shifted aside to catch her breath, Shizuka immediately tried to reclaim Ren before Katsura could reach him.

”Move.”

”You had your turn.”

Madoka barely cleared the space before Shizuka crowded back between them, which was enough to start Katsura protesting again.

They rolled sideways across the cushions in a tangle of limbs. One of the patrons jumped in, grabbing Katsura’s waist to pull her back, while another snatched the buzzing luxury vibrator from the floor and pressed it firmly against Shizuka’s clitoris in the middle of the scuffle. Shizuka shrieked in surprise, her hips bucking as the other women dragged her sideways across the cushions.

Ren pushed himself up onto his elbows, laughing breathlessly as the women tumbled over each other.

Before Ren could reach for Shizuka again, hands came around him from behind.

He jerked hard enough that Katsura and Shizuka both stopped fighting long enough to look at his face.

Then they started laughing.

Ren twisted around and found the patron who had moved behind him kneeling there with an expression of complete innocence that fooled nobody. Soft, wet fingers had slipped between his thighs to confidently cup his balls, while her hot tongue traced a wet line straight up his spine.

The scuffle stopped having clear sides.

Shizuka caught Katsura trying to pull Ren away again and grabbed her wrist. Katsura twisted free, but instead of shoving Shizuka back, she hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her onto the same cushion.

The movement opened enough room for another patron to slip against Ren from the opposite side. Shizuka reached back across his chest to pull him toward her again, but the woman behind him caught her wrist and pushed her hand back toward Katsura instead.

Katsura caught Shizuka by the forearm and pulled her the rest of the way closer.

Someone recovered the abandoned controller from beneath a cushion.

Katsura reached for it first. Shizuka caught her wrist.

The patron holding it laughed and pulled it away from both of them.

Madoka told them to make room.

Nobody did.

She stared at them for a moment, caught Ren by the shoulder, and pulled him several inches toward her side of the cushion pile. Shizuka protested when the movement displaced her knee, but Madoka simply settled into the space she had created.

Eventually the competition began losing some of its sharp edge.

Shizuka was the first to stop fighting Katsura for every inch of space. When Katsura leaned across Ren again, Shizuka caught her by the back of the neck and pulled her closer instead of pushing her away.

One patron dropped back beside Ren, breathing hard, but kept an arm across his stomach. Another curled against Katsura and lazily recovered the discarded controller, using it just enough to make Katsura slap at her hand without any real force behind it.

Shizuka stubbornly stayed upright longer than anyone expected. Eventually she sagged across Ren’s chest.

Katsura looked down at her.

”Two years of waiting and that is all?”

Shizuka kept her eyes closed and shoved weakly at Katsura’s face.

Madoka laughed.

Ren tried to settle deeper into the cushions, but someone immediately caught his wrist and pulled him sideways again. He gave the offender a tired look and received nothing except an unapologetic smile.

The room quieted in pieces.

One patron settled first, curling against Ren’s side without completely letting go of him. Another remained restless for several minutes longer before finally stretching out beside Madoka.

Katsura continued bothering Shizuka until Shizuka stopped responding with anything stronger than tired swats. Katsura eventually tried to sit up, reconsidered halfway through, and dropped back onto the nearest cushion.

Ren finally stretched out flat in the middle of them.

This time, nobody pulled him anywhere.

For a while, nobody said much. Breathing gradually settled around the room while the forgotten vibrator continued humming somewhere beneath the cushions.

Eventually someone recovered the wine. Robes were pulled back over shoulders, cushions were reclaimed from beneath other people, and the first coherent conversation of the last several minutes somehow returned to business.

Katsura sat up, wiping sweat from her forehead, and rested a possessive hand on the black leather waist strap of the strap-on.

”This demonstration harness is leaving with me,” Katsura declared, her voice rough.

Ren opened one eye. ”That belongs to the company.”

”I am the company’s senior investor,” Katsura reminded him, refusing to unbuckle it. ”Consider it a dividend.”

”If she steals the demonstration model,” Shizuka said, pulling her robe over one shoulder, ”then I want the first custom one.”

”So do I,” one of the other women added.

Madoka took another sip of wine. ”I want mine in deep violet.”

Katsura stopped fiddling with the harness strap.

Shizuka slowly turned toward her.

”And unlike Katsura,” Madoka continued, ”I intend to pay for it.”

”That is irrelevant,” Katsura protested. ”I have seniority.”

”I waited two years,” Shizuka cut in. ”Mine comes first.”

Madoka lifted her glass. ”I financed the original commercial district. You will both wait.”

Katsura and Shizuka immediately started arguing over production priority while Madoka calmly drank her wine as though the matter had already been settled.

Ren closed his eyes.

Kakuzu was going to hate tomorrow morning.

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