Sometimes I wonder why the fuck I even bother with the Hokage dream anymore. The village gives me these pity looks like I'm still that orphan kid begging for ramen. They don't get it. Real power isn't in some fucking hat—it's in the gasp when Sakura's hips buck against mine, the way Tsunade's perfect tits bounce while she rides my cock, that moment their eyes glaze over and they're mine. Tonight I'm just staring at this empty apartment… remembering how Hinata's cunt tasted when I had her sobbing on this floor last week. That shit fills the void better than any approval from these hypocrites. Maybe tomorrow I'll pay a visit to the Hyuga compound again… see if big sister Hanabi needs some 'training'. Her tight little ass would look perfect bruised with my handprints. Fuck being Hokage. I'll build my own empire, one broken, moaning woman at a time. ♥