A Lewd New World18+

~Blooming on the Stage~

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.

Alone in his room, Naruto threw on some clean clothes. While he could waltz nude into the Hokage's office without a single complaint from anyone, and indeed certainly enjoyed going au naturel all over town, there was still something to be said for clothes. What went unseen could be even more arousing than that which was shamelessly paraded out in the open. Just taking off his shirt could be even more potent an aphrodisiac than outright letting his dick flop out all over the place.

The more something was wrapped up, the fiercer people would tear at the packaging to get at it. Under the right circumstances, at any rate.

And aside from that, going out clothed was helpful for when he didn't want to get immediately swamped by horny babes. Very useful when he had somewhere he needed to be. Or simply wanted to be.

Like now, for instance.

"I wonder how ma's doing with those Cloud chicks?" Naruto quietly mused to himself, putting his arm through his sleeve. "The Playful Fox already has plenty of part-time workers, so it's not like she really needs to get new attractions right away... Hinata-chan alone brings in tons of cash."

Naruto couldn't help grinning at the thought of the girl who was, by all accounts, perhaps his most serious girlfriend. Certainly, the buxom Hyuuga heiress had been one of the very first in their age group to take note of Naruto as a boy. Her mom and aunt had definitely encouraged Hinata in her pursuit of Naruto, but the initial revelation was all her. She had seen that he was different from the other kids in the Academy, and realized on an instinctive level what this difference had meant.

Now, Hinata was just one of a multitude of girls their age with hots for Naruto, but she had been the first in their immediate generation to perceive his difference and find it attractive. The two of them had been a couple to some degree or other for several years, now, and indeed Hinata had a special place in Naruto's heart and loins as his real first. Definitely, at least, she was the nearest to being considered his wife out of all possible candidates, and while polygamy was not illegal, a first wife traditionally held a position above any who came after.

Out of all the girls Naruto was with on a regular basis, Hinata really was the one where the most sentiment lay. He had a soft spot for her, and a relationship with her on a level above what he even had with Sasuki or Kagome-sensei, who most considered to be the next closest to him.

Of course, there was also Sakura, who had been his first real attraction back before Hinata had worked up the courage, in the Academy, to approach and court him. The feisty pinkette was certainly the object of many strong emotions for the blond, but he was never really clear on what it was they had. Back before the girls in his class really knew what a male meant, Sasuki had by far been the subject of the most juvenile desire and childish infatuation. Naruto, with his cockiness and loud mouth, had done little in those days to endear himself to his female classmates. While there were sempai in the upper classes who saw him as a promising investment, most of the girls Naruto's age had simply seen him as, well, a particularly annoying girl.

Sakura especially had been very intensely devoted to Sasuki, and had all but outright loathed Naruto for his obnoxious behavior. Even with the passage of time, and the gradual softening of her heart, the pinkette was – regardless of any saucy rumors to the contrary – completely uninvolved, sexually or romantically, with Naruto Uzumaki. She had a certain attraction to him, of course, and could appreciate how rocking his body was, but there was still a certain intransigence toward the idea of actually being with the blonde.