A Lewd New World18+

~Double Feature~

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.

Drumbeats hammer out a rhythmic percussion. They were powerful, steady, precise, setting the pace for everything else to follow.

Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.

Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.

HOO-YEAH.

Woodwinds whistle, a sound high and clear. A shamisen's strings are plucked with swift, precise motions.

Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.

Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.

Hoo-Yaa-oooh.

Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.

Da-doooooh.

Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.

Hoo-Yaa-oooh.

Then the electric guitar chimes in, and all hell breaks loose. Musically speaking, that is.

Naruto was cheerfully listening to all of this, at least in his head. He hummed his theme tune, a ditty he'd made up in his youth, striding purposefully up the steps of Amegakure's centermost tower.

This building was where he sensed the strongest three chakra signatures in the village, and there was no doubt in his mind that they belonged to Akatsuki's leaders.

Now for the reprise.

The guitar in his mind strummed the choral melody, a powerful and rhythmic solo that gave him chills.

The drumbeat continued undaunted under it all.

Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.

Naruto grinned as he attained the summit, reaching a door at the uppermost point of the steeply winding staircase.

"Hoo-yeah."

Behind and below him, Naruto's Akatsuki honeys followed in a single file line. Almost like ducklings in a row, except that these ducklings were beautiful, dangerous women from nearly every corner of the Elemental Continent. Ducklings were cute, but these girls were drop-dead gorgeous.

Naruto smiled, glancing over his shoulder to drink in the sight of his beautiful new concubines. He was sure his moms would be absolutely delighted with these additions to the harem, and the Playful Fox. Mina would no doubt gleefully design all sorts of fine (and kinky!) outfits for them, being quite the seamstress, and Kushina would of course insist on training them as exotic dancers. Not that Naruto would mind.

He quite liked attending Hinata's performances, and doubtless it would be little different with these girls. They would make fine strippers, and excellent haremettes.

Whistling the final strains, Naruto turned the doorknob and pushed. It swung open onto a wide, spacious balcony which overlooked nearly the entirety of the village below. The ceiling above was shaped like a bowl, a dome, overlapping iron plates riveted onto a skeletal framework like the spokes of an umbrella. Slender pillars rose up at intervals along a waist-high banister, pointless guardrails which encircled the otherwise open platform, supporting the roof and framing a 360 degree view of the Village Hidden in the Rain.