The days following Orochimaru's invasion were heavy with grief and determination.
Konohagakure mourned its Third Hokage. The funeral was held under a gray sky, thousands of villagers gathered in solemn silence as Hiruzen Sarutobi's body was laid to rest. Myra stood between Sasuke and Naruto, dressed in a simple black kimono that still managed to accentuate her graceful, curvaceous figure. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks as she remembered the old man who had protected her since she was a baby — the one who had given her a name and a home.
Sasuke's hand found hers, squeezing tightly. His expression was stoic, but she could feel the tension in his grip. Naruto stood rigid, fists clenched, eyes burning with grief and resolve.
After the ceremony, the village began the long process of rebuilding. Team 7 threw themselves into the work. Myra used her Wood Style to grow temporary supports for collapsed buildings and her Crystal Style to create sturdy, shimmering reinforcements. Sasuke helped clear debris with precise blasts, while Naruto's clones did the heavy lifting everywhere at once.
In the evenings, exhaustion gave way to comfort.
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One week after the funeral, Myra returned to her apartment to find Sasuke already waiting on her balcony. The moon was full again, bathing everything in silver light.
He didn't speak. He simply pulled her inside, sliding the door shut behind them. The moment they were alone, the tension of the past days broke.
Sasuke kissed her like a man drowning — deep, desperate, and consuming. Myra responded with equal fervor, her fingers working open his shirt as he untied her obi with practiced ease. The black kimono pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before him.
"You've been so strong," he murmured against her neck, hands roaming greedily over her full breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened. "I need you tonight, Myra."
"I'm yours," she breathed, arching into his touch.
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the futon. There was no slow build this time. Sasuke laid her down and settled between her thighs, entering her in one smooth, deep thrust. Myra cried out, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he began moving — hard, fast, and possessive.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, skin slapping against skin, soft moans and low groans filling the room. Sasuke buried his face between her breasts, sucking and biting marks into the soft flesh while pounding into her. Myra's nails raked down his back, her powerful hips rising to meet every thrust.
"Harder, Sasuke," she gasped. "Please—"
He obliged, gripping her thighs and driving deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside her again and again until she shattered around him with a loud cry. Sasuke followed soon after, groaning her name as he spilled inside her.
They didn't stop there.
After a short rest, he took her again — this time slower, face-to-face, eyes locked as he moved deep inside her. Myra's hands cupped his face, whispering "I love you" between kisses. They made love for hours, exploring each other's bodies with tender reverence and raw need, only stopping when both were completely spent.
Lying tangled together afterward, Sasuke traced the magatama on her collarbone. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out," Myra promised, snuggling closer.
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The next morning, Tsunade arrived in the village.
Myra was among the first to meet her — the legendary Sannin had been summoned to become the Fifth Hokage. When Tsunade saw the white-haired girl, her eyes widened in recognition.
"You… you look just like Maria," Tsunade whispered, voice thick with emotion. She pulled Myra into a tight hug. "My niece's daughter… I should have been here sooner."
The reunion was emotional. Tsunade listened to Myra's story, examined her unique abilities, and immediately began mentoring her in advanced medical ninjutsu. "You have incredible potential, girl. Don't waste it."
Sasuke watched their interactions with quiet approval, though he grew slightly possessive whenever Tsunade teased Myra about "that Uchiha boy" making heart eyes at her.
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Training intensified under the new Hokage.
Myra spent long hours with Tsunade learning to combine her healing abilities with her Crystal and Wood Styles. She could now create crystalline flowers that released healing pollen or Wood constructs that could regenerate tissue. Okuninushi was unusually cooperative, offering rare praise.
*You're finally using that brain of yours, Usahime.*
One afternoon, after an exhausting training session, Sasuke found her resting by the river. He sat behind her, pulling her back against his chest.
"You're pushing yourself too hard," he said, massaging her shoulders.
"I want to be stronger," Myra replied, leaning into his touch. "For the village… for you."
His hands slid lower, cupping her breasts from behind. "You're already perfect." He kissed the side of her neck, sucking gently. "But if you need to relieve stress…"
They made love right there by the river, hidden by trees and Myra's crystal barriers. She rode him slowly under the dappled sunlight, her kimono open and breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips. Sasuke's hands guided her movements, eyes dark with love and lust as he watched her come undone above him.
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As weeks turned into months, the village healed.
Team 7 was officially promoted to Chunin — all four of them. Celebrations were held, but Myra and Sasuke slipped away early.
In her apartment that night, they took their time. Sasuke laid her down on fresh sheets and worshipped every inch of her body — kissing from her small horns down to her toes, paying special attention to her heavy breasts and sensitive thighs. When he finally entered her, it was slow and deep, their bodies moving like they were made for each other.
"I want a future with you," Sasuke confessed between thrusts, voice rough with emotion. "After I settle things with Itachi… I want to come back to this. To you."
Tears of joy slipped from Myra's eyes as she climaxed, pulling him over the edge with her. "We'll have that future. I promise."
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However, peace was never permanent.
Reports of Akatsuki movements began reaching Tsunade's desk. Orochimaru was still out there, plotting. And deep within Myra, Okuninushi grew restless.
*Something bigger is coming, Usahime. The world is stirring again.*
Myra held Sasuke closer that night, kissing him softly as moonlight streamed through the window.
Whatever darkness lay ahead — Akatsuki, Orochimaru, or her own Otsutsuki heritage — she would face it with the boy who had become her hero, her lover, and her home.
The Rabbit Princess's story was far from over.