Alex hunched over his cluttered desk, the dim blue light from his laptop illuminating the chaos of his one-bedroom apartment. Empty energy drink cans littered the floor, and the air hung heavy with the scent of unwashed sheets and microwave noodles. It was well past midnight, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. His eyes, bloodshot and wide, locked onto the screen where a torrent of femboy Sasuke images scrolled endlessly. The Uchiha's iconic black hair framed a face softened into delicate femininity—plump lips curved in a teasing smile, dark eyes smoldering with invitation. In one piece, Sasuke knelt in a sheer kimono, his slender fingers tracing the outline of a hardening cock straining against silk panties. Alex's breath hitched, his own dick throbbing painfully in his grip.
He'd discovered this niche months ago, a rabbit hole of fanart that twisted Naruto's stoic rival into the perfect submissive trap. Sasuke's body in these drawings was a masterpiece of androgynous allure: narrow waist flaring into rounded hips, thighs smooth and inviting, ass perked up like it begged to be grabbed. Alex stripped off his boxers, letting his cock spring free, already leaking pre-cum that he smeared down the shaft. His hand wrapped around it, stroking slow at first, savoring the image of Sasuke bent over a desk, skirt hiked up, hole exposed and glistening.
'God, you'd look so good taking it,' Alex muttered, his voice rough. He clicked to the next image—Sasuke on all fours, back arched, a plug nestled between his cheeks while he looked back with those puppy-dog eyes. Alex's pace quickened, fist pumping harder, the wet slap of skin echoing in the quiet room. He imagined himself as the dominant force, pinning that femboy down, spreading those pale legs wide. His cock would slide in deep, stretching Sasuke's tight ass until he whimpered and clenched around him.
Sweat beaded on Alex's forehead as he leaned closer to the screen, zooming in on Sasuke's parted lips, imagining them wrapped around his shaft instead. He edged himself, slowing when the pressure built too high, drawing out the torment. Another tab opened: a doujinshi page where femboy Sasuke serviced a group of shinobi, his mouth full of cock while hands groped his soft chest. Alex groaned, resuming his strokes with renewed fury. His balls ached, heavy and full, begging for release. He pictured thrusting into Sasuke's throat, feeling that warm suction, the way those elegant fingers would dig into his thighs.
The fantasy spiraled. In his mind, he was the Hokage, commanding Sasuke to his chambers. The Uchiha would drop to his knees without a word, peeling off his tight shorts to reveal a cocklette bobbing eagerly. Alex would fuck his face first, then flip him onto the bed, pounding that ass until cum dripped down those thighs. 'Please, Hokage-sama, breed me,' the imagined Sasuke would beg, voice high and needy.
Alex's heart raced, not just from lust but from the intensity. He was pushing forty minutes now, his arm burning, but he couldn't stop. One more image: Sasuke in a schoolgirl outfit, bent over with his ass plugged and leaking, eyes pleading for more. Alex's hand blurred, stroking so fast the friction bordered on pain. Pleasure coiled tight in his gut, ready to snap. 'Fuck, yes—take it all,' he gasped, body tensing.
The orgasm hit like a freight train. His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum across his keyboard, splattering the screen right over Sasuke's digital face. Wave after wave wracked him, his vision tunneling as ecstasy flooded his veins. But beneath the bliss, something twisted wrong. His chest tightened, a sharp stab piercing his ribs. Breathing became a struggle, each inhale shallow and ragged. 'Shit... what...' Black spots bloomed in his eyes, the room tilting.
He clawed at his shirt, trying to loosen it, but his limbs felt leaden. The laptop screen flickered, Sasuke's image frozen in eternal tease. Alex's heart hammered erratically, then stuttered. Panic surged, but it was too late. His body slumped forward, face-planting into the desk amid the cooling mess of his release. Darkness swallowed him whole, the last coherent thought a hazy echo: If only it was real.
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Agony ripped through Alex like a kunai to the gut. He gasped, lungs burning as if he'd sprinted a marathon. No desk, no sticky warmth—just hard-packed earth grinding into his cheek and the sharp scent of pine and blood. His eyes snapped open to a canopy of leaves rustling in the wind, sunlight dappled across his vision. What the fuck? He pushed up on trembling arms, orange fabric bunching under his palms. Orange? He glanced down: baggy pants, a jacket with black scroll patterns—Naruto's outfit. Blonde hair tumbled into his face, and when he touched his cheeks, rough whisker-like marks met his fingers.
'No way,' he whispered, scrambling to a nearby stream. The water's surface reflected a face he knew from countless episodes: bright blue eyes, foxy grin potential, the whole Nine-Tails vessel package. But inside, it was him—Alex's memories intact, layered over Naruto's like a glitchy overlay. The fox's chakra stirred faintly in his gut, warm and restless. Isekai? Died from a wank and woke up as the hyperactive knucklehead? This had to be a dream, or some VR sim gone haywire.
Before he could test it by pinching himself, distant shouts shattered the calm. 'There! The demon brat's trail!' Multiple voices, laced with hostility—Sound ninja, by the inflections. Alex's mind raced, piecing together the timeline. Post-Chunin Exams? Sasuke's defection arc? Yeah, this was the retrieval mission point. Orochimaru's goons swarming the forest. If he was Naruto, that meant he had the skills—or the body did.
Instinct kicked in. Chakra flared to life, coiling through his veins like electricity. He vaulted into the trees, branches snapping under his weight. Below, four Sound ninja burst into the clearing, their flak jackets marked with the snake's curse seal. 'Spread out! Tsunade's pup won't escape,' their leader barked, a burly guy with a bandana.
Alex—Naruto now—grinned fiercely, adrenaline sharpening his senses. Foreknowledge was his cheat code. He formed hand seals on the fly: Shadow Clone Jutsu! Three solid duplicates popped into existence, each mirroring his determined scowl. They dropped like meteors, tackling the ninja mid-stride. One clone drove a knee into a bandana thug's gut, following with an uppercut that sent teeth flying. Another clone dodged a senbon barrage, countering with a spinning kick to the assailant's jaw.
The real Alex weaved through the chaos, his body lighter and stronger than his old one ever was. He felt the fox's power simmering, ready to amplify. A kunai whistled past his ear; he twisted, grabbing the attacker's wrist and yanking him into a headbutt. Bone crunched, the ninja slumping unconscious. 'Dattebayo!' The words slipped out unbidden, Naruto's catchphrase fueling the rush.
More enemies poured in—six now, reinforcements with earth-style walls rising to trap him. Alex laughed, the sound wild and triumphant. He channeled chakra to his palm, the spiraling orb of Rasengan humming to life. No need for the full Nine-Tails cloak yet; this body handled it effortlessly. He smashed through the dirt barrier, the technique exploding rock into dust and sending two ninja tumbling.
The fight blurred into a frenzy. Clones multiplied, overwhelming the Sound forces with taijutsu barrages—punches landing with chakra-enhanced cracks, legs sweeping foes off their feet. Alex personally took down the leader, dodging a poison-tipped blade before driving his elbow into the man's throat. Gurgling, the ninja collapsed, eyes bulging.
By the time the last enemy fled into the underbrush, Alex stood panting amid the groaning bodies. Bruises throbbed, but nothing serious—regeneration from the fox already knitting minor cuts. He tied up the survivors with their own wires, then pressed on. Sasuke. The defector was close; Orochimaru's hideout couldn't be far. Alex's mind raced with possibilities. If he retrieved the Uchiha single-handedly, the village would owe him big. Hokage status? Why not? And those femboy dreams... maybe this world bent to his will now.
Hours blurred as he tracked the trail, leaping across valleys and scaling cliffs. The sun dipped low when he crested a ridge overlooking a misty valley. There—Sasuke, pale and brooding, flanked by two of Orochimaru's elite: Kabuto and a curse-marked Tayuya. The Uchiha's Sharingan spun lazily, but exhaustion etched his features. Alex's heart pounded, not just from the chase. Up close, even in canon mode, Sasuke had that lithe build, sharp jaw—prime material.
No time for gawking. Alex charged, clones exploding from the treeline in a pincer move. 'Sasuke! You're coming home!' he bellowed, Rasengan at the ready. Tayuya cursed, summoning her sound genjutsu flutes, but a clone disrupted her, shattering the instrument with a kunai strike. Kabuto's scalpels flashed, slicing air, but Alex dodged with Uzumaki agility, countering with a chakra-infused punch that cracked the medic's glasses and ribs.
Sasuke whirled, Chidori crackling in his hand. 'Stay out of this, dobe!' But Alex saw the flicker—doubt, or maybe relief. He parried the lightning jutsu with a clone's body, the impact sending sparks flying. Up close, he locked eyes with Sasuke. 'I'm ending this defection bullshit. Join me, teme.' The words carried double meaning in his mind.
The battle intensified. Kabuto healed Tayuya, who unleashed demonic sound waves that shredded clones. Alex tapped the fox deeper, red chakra bubbling around him like a feral aura. He blurred forward, grabbing Tayuya by the throat and slamming her into a tree. She gasped, flutes dropping, before he knocked her out cold. Kabuto retreated, summoning snakes that Alex pulverized with multi-Rasengan strikes.
Sasuke lunged again, their jutsu clashing in a explosion of light and force. They grappled hand-to-hand, fists and kicks trading blows. Alex pinned him against a boulder, their faces inches apart. Sasuke's breath came hot and fast, Sharingan deactivating from fatigue. 'Why... fight for me?' he snarled.
'Because you're mine to protect,' Alex replied, voice low. He headbutted Sasuke lightly, stunning him enough to bind his arms with chakra threads. The Uchiha sagged, defeated. Victory surged through Alex—retrieval complete, no casualties on his side.
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Konoha's gates loomed like salvation as Alex dragged the semi-conscious Sasuke through the streets. Villagers gawked, whispers turning to cheers. 'Naruto did it! He brought back the Uchiha!' Tsunade waited at the Hokage tower, arms crossed, her legendary strength coiled in tension. Kakashi and the retrieval team arrived moments later, battered and wide-eyed.
'You crazy fox,' Tsunade muttered, but pride gleamed in her eyes. She examined Sasuke briefly—curse mark suppressed, no permanent damage—then turned to Alex. The crowd swelled, elders nodding approval. 'For this feat, and your unyielding spirit, I name you the Sixth Hokage. Wear the hat well, brat.'
She plopped the ceremonial headpiece on his blonde spikes. Alex felt the weight, symbolic and real. Cheers erupted, confetti raining down. But as the throng dispersed, a ethereal ping echoed in his skull. A translucent panel materialized in his vision, glowing with ethereal script:
[Femboy Harem System Initialized. Host: Naruto Uzumaki, Hokage. Objective: Assemble a legion of devoted femboys to strengthen Konoha. Initial Scan Complete: Target - Sasuke Uchiha (Compatibility: 95%). Quest 1: Initiate Conversion. Seduce, dominate, and claim his body. Reward: Sharingan Integration, Harem Slot Unlock, +50% Chakra Reserves. Failure: Harem Lockout for 7 Days.]
Alex's cock stirred beneath his robes, hardening at the possibilities. Sasuke, now under guard in the hospital, awaited. The system pulsed with promise, icons hinting at transformations: softer skin, eager submission, bodies molded for pleasure. In the Hokage office later, alone with the sunset view, Alex gripped the desk. This world was his playground now. Time to fuck his fantasies into reality.