"What-is-this-what-is-this-what-is-this!?" a Sand kunoichi shrieked as Sakura groped her chest. "It feelsh shooo gooooood!"
"Phew, that hit the spot," Sakura gasped, her slender frame shuddering with the echoes of uncountable orgasms as the woman's breasts melted away and her palms flattened against her rib cage. "At this rate, I'm going to get addicted to this sensation…"
The processing of the prisoners of war wasn't exactly going smoothly, but it was making progress.
Going by Earth standards, Sakura's treatment of the Hidden Leaf's prisoners was nothing short of a complete violation of human rights; the forcible appropriation of breast tissue alone spat in the face of the Geneva Suggestion. Mutilation of prisoners was a crime severe enough to get her hauled before the International Criminal Court at The Hague, never mind the sex changes she was forcing upon the Kiri- and Suna-nin.
Yet, from the point of view of the shinobi world's inhabitants, Sakura was actually incredibly merciful, so much so that Naruto actually had to provide security at the Wood Style prison Hashirama had constructed in the forest, away from prying eyes. He had created hundreds of Shadow Clones to guard the perimeter of the holding area… but the additional protection was not for Sakura's sake, but rather for her prisoners of war.
It had now been a week since she had successfully shunted the Hidden Leaf Village and the surrounding area into a pocket dimension. Once the villagers had got over the shock of the war's abrupt end, their relief had begun to turn into resentment over the following days, culminating in outright anger.
After seventeen years without war, the Hidden Leaf's citizens had grown accustomed to a life of peace. From their point of view, they had done nothing wrong, and yet the other Great Villages had ganged up on them for no reason. They wanted revenge, and they were out for blood. They needed someone to blame for their suffering, someone they could point their fingers at!
There was no explaining to angry mobs that even enemies had circumstances of their own.
Once rumours spread that Sakura intended to spare those who would have slaughtered them without hesitation, the situation rapidly deteriorated, but she had bigger concerns than appeasing her citizens. She was still relentlessly extracting whatever breast chakra she could from the defeated in preparation for the true final boss of the Shippuden era, all but ignoring the clamouring of the Hidden Leaf's citizens for nothing more than the summary execution of the village's enemies.
"Again," breathed the Suna kunoichi as she went weak at the knees from the pleasure. "Do it again!"
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing left for me to take," Sakura said, patting the woman on the back before calling, "Next!"
Shoulders sagging despite her newly flattened chest, the Suna-nin picked herself up and trudged into the holding cell for processed prisoners. Sakura turned her expectant gaze towards the door opposite the exit the woman had just left through, but instead of another defeated combatant, Naruto was the one who walked into the room.
"Sakura-chan…"
"Naruto…"
The two quickly turned away in embarrassment when their gazes briefly met.
"I…"
"Ya know…"
The pair broke off as they spoke up at the same time.
"What is it, Naruto?" Sakura finally asked.
Naruto fixed her with a determined stare.
"It's been a week, ya know? When are we going outside to look for our friends?" he asked. "They're gonna get worried if they come back and find the village's gone, ya know?"
Sakura's body trembled slightly.
"Soon," she said, glancing left and right shiftily, doing anything to avoid meeting Naruto's gaze. "As soon as the Sealing Division identifies a safe path in and out of the pocket world."
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the inevitable question.
"Sakura-chan… are you okay?"
And there it was.
No matter how badly she wanted to say yes, to insist that everything was fine, the truth was that everything had not been fine for a long time now… ever since Lady Tsunade had died, Sakura had lost her rock. Now she was the person people looked to for guidance, but she wasn't ready, no matter how many times she looked into the mirror and told herself that everything was fine.
Still, all these feelings of helplessness had been manageable until Madara (as far as she knew) chopped her in half with nothing but his eyes.
Sakura had been confident in her strength, what with her immense powers and the skills Lady Tsunade had beaten into her… but after suffering a crushing defeat for the first time in a long time, she realised that her strength was still not enough, not even after having forced herself to steal a hundred kunoichi's breasts.
And then, Shira had come along and wiped the floor with her, shattering what little was left of her confidence. A total NPC, a Rock Lee clone and background filler character she'd never even seen in the anime, had demonstrated, with his dying will, that even a nobody like himself could defeat the main character of an era if it was to protect his comrades.
"…I'm scared…"
…to go outside.
Sakura was still too weak.
She needed more chakra before she could even consider leaving the safety of the village, more chakra than anyone had ever possessed before. After all, normal humans were so weak and pitiful; who would protect the villagers if she fell again? Their chakra would be put to better use in her hands…
"This isn't like you, Sakura-chan," Naruto said worriedly. "I've never seen you back down from a fight, even back when we were just kids, ya know?"
"I am the Hokage," Sakura said with a trembling voice. "I will always, always do everything in my power to protect every single voice that calls the Hidden Leaf home… but I've been cut into pieces, crushed into paste, had every bone in my body broken, and had all my limbs torn off! I just saved the village, and everything's fine! I deserve a little break, don't you think!?"
By the time she had finished speaking, Sakura's voice had risen to a shrill scream.
Naruto had heard people describe Sakura's final battle in the village's heart, according to those who had witnessed it. It had been a brutal, mostly one-sided carnage, with Sakura holding on for dear life for most of it as she desperately tried to outlast her opponent's time limit, all while using her own kinjutsu, which drastically shortened her lifespan.
"Is that why you're doing all this?" Naruto asked as he gestured to their surroundings, the wooden prison the First Hokage had built. "Sakura-chan, just how big are you now, under there?" he added, poking Sakura's chest. His finger sank into her boob. "Can you even still walk without that seal, ya know?"
"… I dunno, I haven't tried," Sakura said timidly.
She hadn't even looked at her Status panel yet, but given that it was not onehundred pairs of breasts she had drained this time, but multiplethousands…
"But… do you want to find out? Together…?" Sakura said, her face flushing deep red. "Like, later tonight, after I'm done harvesting this batch? The Sealing and Sensing Divisions might be close to finding the pocket world's exit, but it's not as if we'll be launching any expeditions tonight…"
Naruto gulped hard.
Now that the existential danger had passed, they were both feeling extremely heightened levels of arousal. When humans flirted with death and survived, the urge to pass on their genes in case the danger returned would skyrocket!
…though this time, Sakura had made sure to keep up to date with her little pills!