The Blond Mother Lover

by supernaturalsex

Children fear the boogeyman, but men fear an even scarier monster. The legend says you should hide your wife and especially your mother because by leaving them alone, you're offering them to The Blond Mother Lover. This is Uzumakicest with graphic smut and somewhat of a plot. Count your ABC's because Naruto puts the "N" in "Netorare". Main pairing: Naruto/Kushina & Naruto/Mikoto

14. Chapter 14

The reception for the previous chapter was fantastic.

So here's a 20,000 word update for all you mother lovers.

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Art makes the familiar strange so that it can be freshly perceived. But this was a case of looking underneath the underneath. He was in Konoha, in his home, but this wasn't the place he held dear. He had slept the night before spooning his fiancé, but he she wasn't laying with him right now. Leaving to work on their relationship proved to be pointless because all that came of it was him turning into a flaming emo. He soon felt a tug in his chakra network like he was meant to be elsewhere at the moment. In the blink of an eye, his surroundings changed, and he found himself staring at the mirror image of himself. He tilted his head to test the first theory that popped into his head, and true enough his doppelganger had done the same.

'What in the world…'

Suddenly, the Uchiha copy began frolicking around a large prison beside him that was in the shape of a dome. Upon further observation, visible blue chakra threads were being fed from a hole on the ground into the dome. An eerie humming noise started rumbling from the stranger's throat. "I had strings, but now I'm free. There are no strings on me."

"Who are you?" queried Itachi, his onyx orbs narrowed into crinkled slits.

"It's hilarious how people believe they're safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety—like light—is a façade," spoke the man with a deranged chortle. "What you fail to realize is that the strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong."

Itachi was no stranger to cryptographic messages because decrypting them was a part of his job description as Hokage's Bodyguard. He also used to do this sort of thing back when he was an ANBU captain. Darkness was the first clue and it was the only clue he required. Monsters don't sleep under a bed – they sleep in a person's mind. There was one thing that separated him from the men who weren't born into his clan. He was staring at the manifestation of the Uchiha Clan's Curse of Hatred.

"I knew you weren't an imbecile," continued the man, but in a condescending tone. "There's no reason for you to be so stiff. You should embrace your darkness and accept your inevitable downfall before it consumes you whole."

Relaxing his shoulders, Mikoto's eldest began gathering his chakra. There was no reason to talk sense with this entity because nothing good would come of it. However, every attempt of subduing him resulted in failure. Every jutsu was matched by him and so was his every move.

It was like the…

"Reading your mind?" quipped the dark force. "Oh, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi. Going from one of the most intellectual Uchiha in existence to the paragon of a senseless brute. The position of Hokage's bodyguard is clearly hindering your mental capacity."

They were now miles away from the chakra dome he walked in on earlier. A miniscule blue light was shining down on him and his opponent. It was like a scene taken from a high-budget horror film. Never had Itachi been so tense. Out of nowhere a large screen popped up beside them displaying the bed he remembered laying down on the night prior. He saw himself curled up with his beautiful fiancé. It warmed his heart to see how protectively she was clinging onto him.

But there was another man near the foot of the bed.

It was Naruto.

No explanation was required for what motive the blond had to sneak into his room. He was here to fuck Izumi. Mikoto's eldest tried to move, but he was quickly restrained by his doppelganger. He couldn't even close his eyes because the sight of that monstrous cock slapping the side of his sleeping fiancé's face. He had given it all he had this past week to work on his relationship with her. As a result, at no point did he daydream about her cheating on him. Now he was being forced to watch the coupling firsthand.

One chakra flare was all that was required for him to break free and awake from his slumber. He began panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face. Gone were his onyx orbs as the graphic night unconsciously force-activated his sharingan. He couldn't even move his hands – his body was shuddering that violently. Words couldn't describe how happy he was that his fiancé was still snoring the day away. She looked ravishing laying on her side, in the nude, her fantastic physique (mostly that delectable ass) begging for some attention. His lips curled slightly while he stroked her luscious black hair – she was so beautiful.

It mattered not that she had forgiven him for physically assaulting her. He had no plans of forgiving himself. This mess started because he wasn't struggling hard enough against his desires of getting cuckolded. He wasn't about to give up now. The last thing he wanted was for her to hop into bed with another man. She was his!

He began beating his meat, but the result was the same as shooting a noodle at a dart board. The visual of her on full display wasn't enough to arouse him, so he decided to pull apart her butt cheeks. Through the crack popped out her scrumptious cooch and unused anus. After witnessing the spectacle of his mother getting her ass split open by his brother's best friend, he couldn't stop thinking about one day being able to do the same to Izumi. Hence, every day he was working up the courage to pop her anal cherry. He hadn't even stuck a finger up there yet – she was a complete butt virgin. Drool started pooling in his mouth when her dark pinkish star puckered up. Unfortunately, even this wasn't enough to wake up his dick.

The same couldn't be said for his fiancé.

"Is something being naughty this morning?"

She was always the more adventurous one in bed, and it was clear she hadn't anticipated for him to be playing with her while she was asleep. His heart started hammering hard into his chest, his sharingan flashing a brilliant red before he finally deactivated the dojutsu. She was staring at him, arms were crossed behind her head, eyes sparkling with lust. She was obviously waiting for him to answer her.

"I wanted to surprise you," began Itachi, unable to continue meeting her gaze. "I just couldn't…I can't get an erection."

Unwrapping her arms, Izumi slid her hands down her fiancée and took his pecker in her hands. She stroked him, in between her thumb and ring finger, because he was far too small limp for her to make use of a full hand. She then went down on him, slobbering all over his crotch, but even that resulted in failure. It was like blood wasn't flowing through the organ at all. She lifted her head and saw that he was looking the other way, clearly feeling emasculated. "Itachi-kun, get up. We must talk to Tsunade-sama about this."

"I'd rather…"

His retort was left hanging since his fiancé stubbornly dragged him out of bed. In a matter of minutes, they were fully dressed and standing in the hallway of Konoha Hospital. Izumi didn't even want to have breakfast – her concern was evident. He could only watch on as she cried out for assistance from the staff. Thankfully, because he was seeing Tsunade for medical treatment every three days around seven o'clock in the morning, and because it's a little past six-thirty right now, there's a very good chance that the blonde was in right now. True enough, the Sannin came strolling towards them with a cross look on her face.

"Itachi," hissed Tsunade, a little bitter that she couldn't munch on the sandwich she had packed for breakfast because of the screaming Uchiha princess calling out for her. "You aren't on my schedule for today."

"It's better if we discussed this in a more private setting, Tsunade-sama," suggested Izumi. "If you have the time, that is."

For the young woman to speak on behalf of Itachi made it clear to Tsunade that something serious had happened. Any further confirmation she may have required was satisfied with a quick glance to see the man looking lost as a puppy. Sighing to herself, she gestured for the couple to follow her into her office, which was barely twelve doors away.

"Okay," began Tsunade once they stepped inside. "What's going on?"

Izumi placed a hand on her fiancée's thigh, squeezing lightly for support. He smiled faintly at how supportive she was of him. "Should those mind-cleansing pills have any effect on the lower region?"

"You mean, on your penis?" asked Tsunade, furrowing her eyebrows as he responded to her with a reluctant bob of his head. "It's common knowledge that the male body produces testosterone during the night. But insufficient sleep or irregular sleep patterns can reduce testosterone levels, resulting in poor erections and decreased libido."

Itachi's eyebrows lifted slightly. "My sleep pattern has been irregular."

"How irregular, exactly?"

"I don't think that has anything to do with it," piped in Izumi. "Itachi-kun's penis was completely limp and wouldn't react to me. That's not the same as saying he didn't get hard enough. He didn't get hard at all."

"Okay, so that is helpful information, but I was requesting clarification on the irregularity because I want to see if Itachi has sleep acnea. And only you can verify these symptoms for me, Izumi. I want you to answer me honestly," said Tsunade, staring at the woman. "Has he been experiencing trouble going to sleep? Have you ever seen him stop breathing during his sleep, or if he wakes up abruptly with a shortness of breath? Have you noticed him struggling to pay attention? If he's been feeling irritable lately?"

Every single fucking symptom was there. He was feeling irritable, and just a few days ago he got so fed up that he beat her to an inch of her life. He was experiencing more difficulty in falling asleep than usual. Plenty of times during their stay outside Konoha she found him in a mindless state in which whatever she said to him would go through one ear and come out the next. He was also waking with a shortness of breath. He woke up the same way today, and while she didn't announce that she was awake long before him, she's been taking notes ever since they returned home, which was why she was so frantic about wanting to visit the Sannin.

The color washing from Izumi's face was all Tsunade needed to know. If that wasn't enough, the sight of Itachi gnashing his teeth spoke volumes of his feelings on the matter. "Sleep acnea does have a connection with erectile dysfunction. The medicine I've been giving you doubles as sleeping pills, so maybe this played a role in you not being able to get an erection. So, what I'm going to do is take you off that medicine. I have the ingredients for another set of pills, but you'll have to give them to Shizune and she'll take care of the rest."

"I can give her the ingredients," announced Izumi without skipping a beat.

"Great," said Tsunade, nodding at her. She took out a piece of paper and scribbled down a handful of points. "Okay, so give this to Shizune. We can have the medicine ready within fifteen minutes. I'm going to finish up with Itachi in the meanwhile."

Izumi accepted the paper and then turned around, pecked her fiancée on the cheek, before rushing out of the room. Not all hope was lost yet.

The blonde now looked like the Sannin that people feared. "What is truly going on, Itachi?"

Itachi snapped his head up, not at all taken back that she knew something else was the matter. There was so much he wanted to say, but it's a sin to share clan matters with outsiders. He also had trouble expressing himself to others unless they've been granted permission from his cold, ninja heart. Unfortunately, something had to give, and he didn't want to be in a situation where he couldn't stop the darkness that he had came across in his nightmare.

"I know kaa-san came to you for treatment, and I also know how seriously you take doctor-patient confidentiality, but this has to be said," began Itachi, his voice low, his hands clutching the fabric of his trousers. "I know that she's cheating on tou-san and has been doing so for years now. I know that Naruto is her lover and that they're having a child together."

Tsunade straightened up in her chair. She didn't think anyone from Mikoto's family was aware of the affair.

Fugaku's eldest lowered his head to avoid sighting the medic's reaction what to what he was about to reveal. "I have had dreams of Naruto fucking Izumi-chan and making me a cuckold. I've tried my hardest to stop dreaming about their coupling and I've lost sleep over it plenty of times. I took her away from Konoha to prevent this from becoming reality, but things only went downhill from there. This is what's eating me up inside and it pains me that I can't confess this to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Sliding her hand into her drawer, the buxom blonde reached for a bottle of sake, uncorked it, took the biggest sip of her life before collapsing back on her seat. She had long forgotten about Mikoto's infidelity and all those crazy theories had returned with a vengeance.

It was nerve-racking to hear that such an emotionless man like Itachi has been envisioning such a graphic scenario in his head. Submissive tendencies have been documented in various medical journals that she's read over the years, and this dream was a prime example of a submissive in the making. However, to dream of someone specific means that the person has to have something special. She could still remember Mikoto babbling on about the size of Naruto's cock. This confirmed the woman's statement because there would be no other reason for why Itachi was picturing Izumi getting it on with Naruto.

In all her years of practice, never had she come across a case like this.

xXx

Balancing a large chrome tray in his hands, Minato Namikaze made his way up the stairs until he was standing outside of the master bedroom. As expected, the door was locked, so he set down the tray and straightened out his clothes, wanting to be in tip-top condition for his master. He knocked softly at first, then knocked with a little more pressure. It didn't take long for the door to creak open and he was quick to reach down and scoop the tray into his hands again.

When his wife came out of the room, she wasn't even wearing panties. Her humongous tits jiggled as she stepped forward, her rosy pink nipples drawing his immediate attention. He swallowed a lump in his throat while lowering his gaze, studying how puffy her pussy was looking on this fine day. He was broken from his trance from the sound of her yawn. Bringing his eyes back to her face, he saw her rubbing her eyes – she had clearly just woken up.

"Good morning, Kushina-sama."

"Good morning, Minato," murmured Kushina sleepily with a half-assed wave of her hand. She noticed her husband with the tray in his hands and a smile curled to her lips. "Is that tea I see?"

"Just like you taught me," voiced Minato proudly. "Would you like me to set breakfast inside or would you like me to set the table downstairs?"

The redhead shook her head. "You can set it on the nightstand."

Minato silently followed his wife inside his former room, the room where she cheats on him with their son the most. Setting the tray on the semi-large wooden table, he realized that his master was nowhere in sight. "Has sochi-sama not returned?"

"He's still tending to some business," lied his wife, deciding against revealing to her husband that their son had spent the night at the Uchiha compound and was probably still fucking her best friend. "Anyway, it's good that we're here alone."

The disappearance of his master didn't sit well with Minato. However, his wife was hinting at a conversation, so he would be a fool to reject her offer. He thanked her as she gestured for him to take a seat on the bed. He watched as she got down on her knees and drank in the parting of her massive ass. The two holes tucked away inside that canyon had been used so extensively by his master. Before he knew it, she was reaching for her robe and despite putting it on, her large tits were spilling out of the garment. And when she sat down on the bed, she crossed her legs, but her snatch was still conspicuous because her robe was wickedly short.

"Umm…I'm getting hard, Kushina-sama."

By failing to prepare, one is preparing to fail. But her husband had inevitably thrown her a curve ball with his comment. He was looking at her with puppy dog eyes, the desperation evident through the clenching of his chicken little thighs. She used to be in his shoes a long time ago back when she wasn't getting any.

"Aw...you're so cute, Minato," replied Kushina with a sexy purr. "Were you looking forward to watching your sochi-sama fuck me this morning? You wanted to see his big, fat cock stretching my pussy? You wanted to see him tear through my asshole? Is that why you went to so much trouble of bringing this feast upstairs?"

Minato groaned, a trickle of blood running down his nose.

"You're such a good boy," said Kushina as she ruffled up her husband's hair.

The sweetest of all sounds is praise and the Hokage was entranced by it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," continued the redhead, no longer in a melodious voice. "Now go fetch me a glass of water."

The blond scrunched up his face, reeling from the no-bullshit tone. This wasn't her cracking jokes – this was an order. He instinctively felt the need to remind her that their son is his master, not her. However, that dark glare had him shaking in his boots. Biting his lower lip, he rushed over to the nightstand with the speed he was renowned for. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he hurried back to her with a full glass of water. Confusion was written across his face, but he remained silent as she brought the glass to her lips.

She took a good, long sip, and a torrent of fresh water started cruising down her throat. She exhaled slowly, sensually, her eyes twinkling. "Aaahh…quite refreshing. Now fetch me that omelet."

"B-but Kushina-sam—"

"Now, Minato."

Another order, another shudder, and just like last time, he performed this task in record time. There was something seriously off about his wife and it was scaring him. Was she going to beat him? What was going on with her? He waited until she finished eating before opening his mouth, anxiety pooling in his blue orbs. "Kushina-sama, is something wrong?"

"You are a cuck, Minato," replied the red-haired goddess. "It's been that way ever since we met at the academy where you would cower from bullies. Sochi-koi has forever secured his role as your master and I think it's best if I become your master as well. Starting now, you will obey my every command. Is that understood?"

She was supposed to sit her husband down and ask him why he decided to place such an honorific to her name. After that she was supposed to explain to him that she wanted to become his mistress. She was then supposed to bring this matter up with her son. However, the plan had gone to shit because of the Red Hot Habanero's impetuous decision.

"…ter."

Kushina lifted her husband up by his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "Speak up."

"S-sochi-sama isn't just my master," stammered Minato, his heart racing a million miles a second. "He's my Kami-sama. My everything. I live to serve him," he exhaled deeply, his lungs working overtime to help him catch his breath. "I don't call you Kushina-sama because I want you as my master or because you're my master's lover. I call you that because you're my angel."

She retracted her hand, her voice fading to a decibel level that barely classified as a whisper. "Angel?"

"Hai," said Konoha's leader passionately. "You protected me when sochi-sama was punishing me, preventing him from beating me to a bloody pulp. When I was starting to feel helpless, you went out of your way to comfort me. You have taught me so many things and have shown me a whole new world of kindness as I was transitioning into sochi-sama's cuck. I am forever grateful to you, Kushina-sama. That's why I refer to you with that honorific."

Hopping out of bed, the Uzumaki matriarch drew her husband in an embrace. Tears were streaming down her perfect face as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tenderly patting him on the head. He could barely snake his skinny arms around her because of his preteen physique, but this time around she felt no need to draw a comparison of him and their son.

"Forgive me, Minato," whispered Kushina dolefully. "Allowing you to watch me have sex with sochi-koi has awoken a part of me that's been dormant for years. I've always worn the pants in our relationship and watching him put you in your place has made me start yearning to take control as well."

Tears were also welling in the blond's eyes. "I've been afraid of you for the longest time. Everyone used to bully me at the academy for being skinny, but then one day you came along and beat them senseless. I started looking up to you from that moment forward, following you around like a lost puppy. It wasn't until we started dating that I realized that I'm a submissive."

The heartfelt admission wasn't news to Kushina because she had come to that conclusion decades ago. She used to be a tomboy who was always on the prowl for a reason to beat the crap out of someone. Those who made fun of her hair got it the worst. Observing the timid Minato get bossed around was why she used to call him a "flaky girl trying to pass off as a boy".

"After becoming Hokage, I thought I could break free from this submissive nature and stand up to you for once in my life. I thought I would become a man from doing so," continued Minato, finally pulling away from the embrace to look his wife in the eyes. "This led to us clashing over several issues and I felt that I was finally evolving as a man. But when I started reading those netorare novels, I realized that the submissive in me had never left. I cannot ignore who I am. I am a cuck. I am our son's cuck. I will follow his orders until my last breath."

If you can't figure out your purpose, figure out your passion. For your passion will lead you to your purpose. The degree of cuckolding was staggering in Minato's case because it was clear the comprehensive breaking had resulted in the man finding his life's purpose. Kushina was mesmerized by the devotion in his ocean blue orbs. He had successfully changed her mind.

"I understand," was her breathless reply. "Forget about obeying my every command. If I'm being honest, I've been yearning for us to have a familiar relationship. Can we have that now? Can we start over as friends?"

There was no deceit in her voice because she wasn't lying. It made her jealous to see how cordial Mikoto was with Fugaku. She wanted to have that type of relationship with her husband, no matter how much she's been yearning to become his mistress.

Minato Namikaze never looked so relaxed in his life. "We're married, Kushina-sama. I would be honored to become your friend. Thank you for accepting me and not punishing me. I understand your need to exert dominance, but I will forever cherish your kindness."

"You are a really good boy," praised Kushina as she patted his head again. She said nothing more; she winked at him before reaching out for the nightstand to pick up a blueberry croissant. These pastries were life – so fluffy and delicious. She had half the treat in her mouth when she noticed her husband shifting around nervously.

"What's wrong?"

A bright red blush was coloring the man's face. "Um…I was thinking…Kushina-sama…that if you were to become my master…were you going to…umm…fuck my ass?"

The croissant was now on the floor as was Kushina.

"Aahahahahahaha!" bellowed the redhead, her laughter filling the entire room, her cunt kissing the floor since her robe had ridden up her thighs. Her tits were ballooned out on the marble as even the upper half of the garment had become undone.

"Oh, you silly, silly boy!" she exclaimed within heavy pants, wagging a finger at her apple-red husband. "The only butt that'll get fucked in this house is mine. I can't believe you would think I would literally turn you into my bitch after becoming your mistress. I'm not that fucking extreme, dattebane!"

Not even when his son commanded him to clean his wife's cum off his feet did Minato look this abash. "S-sorry."

"Forget training, all that laughing proved to be a workout," said Kushina while tying her robe. "I have to be somewhere, Minato. Will you be okay here?"

A timid nod was all the man could administer. Somehow, someway, he managed to find the courage to say his piece. "Then in that case, you can order me to clean up if you'd like, Kushina-sama."

The Red Hot Habanero spun around, donning a look of surprise. "I thought you didn't want me to become your mistress."

"I-I don't, but I still want for you to have control over me," admitted the cuck, his hands crutching his crotch. "I yearn to serve sochi-sama and he loves you more than I've ever loved you. I can also see it in your eyes. You love him more than you've ever loved me. So maybe if I serve you, I'm serving him by extension?"

"I love sochi-koi more than any being on this planet, more than even Kami-sama, Minato," replied Kushina, walking right up to her husband. "I've just reigned in my needs through our talk and I was hoping not to open up that can of worms again…at least for now. I think that you're going through a withdrawal. You're missing your master, aren't you?"

Minato nodded, a frown plastered across his face. He hadn't seen his son all day and he was up to the moon with anxiety. The last thing he wanted was for his wife's bull to think that he wasn't doing a good enough job as a cuckold.

"I'm going to have a talk with sochi-koi later," spoke the redhead with a deep breath. "But for the time being, I want you to clean this room and it better be spotless. Understood?"

Frenzy signals rocketed through his brain to his tiny dick, earning a full-body shudder from the Hokage. "Hai, Kushina-sama!"

Kushina stared down at the prone figure of her husband. The sight of him wiping the floor was lighting a fire in her needy cunt. She wanted desperately to stay and make sure he does a good job, but she couldn't ignore the heartwarming conversation they had shared. Becoming his mistress sounded heavenly for the Red Hot Habanero in her, but the wife in her wanted to share a more meaningful relationship with him. Thankfully, she had places to be. And so, she began rummaging through her closet while her husband scrubbed the floor like his life depended on it.

xXx

'I can't wait to deliver the good news to Naruto-sama,' thought Fugaku as he neared the living room of his compound. He was returning from a council meeting that was held because his master wanted to pass a new law in the clan. Not a single one had voted against the proposal, which was brilliant because he wasn't in the mood to debate.

Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the blond wasn't alone – his son was also sitting with him. "Naruto-sama, it's done."

"That's good to hear, Fugaku," replied the whiskered adult with a nod. "How about you take a seat? I was just educating your son on how to get a woman's pussy wet."

"Fucking dobe!" exclaimed a reddening Sasuke. "I was only asking you how I should ask Miya-chan out on a date."

Fugaku chuckled at his embarrassed son and accepted his master's generous offer. Taking a seat on the luxurious sofa, he looked intently at his youngest. Although his eldest son was still struggling, their clan's curse had not taken the young man's mind hostage. He hoped from the bottom of his heart that it would stay that way. "I take it your mother is still questioning Miya?"

Sasuke nodded, not at all concerned for his girlfriend's safety because his mother was too much of a sweetheart to harm anyone who cared so deeply about her "baby boy".

"And where is Itachi?"

"He's spending the afternoon at Izumi nee-san's home," answered the Uchiha. "My shadow clone has been trailing him ever since he took off this morning."

Fugaku's eyes crinkled in concentration as he went over the pros and cons of leaving his son unattended like this. Keeping Itachi locked up in their home was unreasonable, but it could prove harmful for the man to be around men who may make the unfortunate decision of ogling or catcalling Izumi. At the very least, his son's clone was on standby.

"Why don't you go and come back with those documents, Fugaku?" suggested Naruto, seeing the concern spreading across the cuck's face. There was no need to bring up the matter of Itachi falling further into depravity—just like Madara—because Sasuke was unaware of this little tidbit. By revealing this secret now, it would do more harm than good, especially since the Uchiha had just scored himself a girlfriend.

Fugaku nodded after deciphering his master's cryptic message. Sasuke may be keeping tabs on his brother, but he wouldn't know what to keep tabs on. Hence, Naruto was hinting for him to watch out for Itachi and rescue him if it seems like he's losing himself again. There was no doubt in his mind that the blond was also on high alert. This was a mission he would not fail. Without another word, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The bizarre interaction confused Sasuke to no ends. However, there were a few things about his father only his best friend knew about, so there was no point of putting his nose where it didn't belong. This must have to do with his mother anyway. Besides, the disappearance of his father was a good thing because he still had a bunch of questions for the blond. "Oi, dobe. I know you were joking with tou-san earlier, but do you thin—"

"Say no more, teme," interrupted the Hokage's owner. "You want to know how to please a woman? How to get her cunt dripping?" he chuckled as his former teammate shifted uncomfortably. "There is no easy way to do it. There is no cheat code. It all boils down to experience. Every woman is different and it's up to you to figure out what makes her tick. It also depends on what you're comfortable with."

"But how am I to figure out what makes her tick?" queried Sasuke, frustrated. "I'm a virgin, dammit!"

A sigh escaped the wife stealer's lips. "I can sit you down and give you a lecture about sex. However, it's an entirely different story when she finally drops those panties. You're going to forget all about your lessons when you see those ripe pussy lips unless you stay calm. You have to experiment with her in bed to really get comfortable with her."

The blond was making a ton of sense, but the conversation was going nowhere for him. What good's knowledge if it's not practical? What Naruto said was true. What if he freezes up when Miya starts undressing herself? What if he can't please her like he wants to?

"How does kaa-san like it?" asked Sasuke from the edge of his seat. "I still remember how viciously you fucked her over a month ago. I've also watched all the sextapes the both of you have filmed. I can't seem to find those tapes now, which is why I need your help. Perhaps your guidance will help me figure something out when the time comes."

The tapes didn't vanish into thin air. Fugaku had purposely sealed them into scrolls and hid them from his sons. This was under direct orders from Mikoto. There was no reason for corrupting the youngsters any further.

"Forget about what works for your mother," answered Naruto harshly. "Keep the pace you're going at with Miya-san and you'll end up in bed with her. Don't force it. Let it come naturally to you."

Now he knew there was something off about his friend. Naruto was always ready to rub it in his face that he's banging his mother. Back when an intermission was called during the chunin exam, he decided to take a nap, but as he neared the room he was assigned, the sound of his mother screaming out the blond's name was heard throughout the entire floor. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. Thank Kami no other team was present at the tower because team seven had blazed through the Forest of Death and broken every known record. But for some reason, Naruto wasn't willing to spill the beans this time around. He wasn't even asking for graphic details. He was simply asking for a little nudge in the right direction.

Thankfully, Minato's master knew his friend better than the man knew himself. "I'm only saying this because what works for Miko-hime will not work for your girlfriend. You know I love to fuck your mother up her ass. What if Miya-san hates it? Like I said before: every woman is different. It's your goal to figure yours out. Just give it time, teme."

A curt nod was delivered by Sasuke. "Okay, that makes sense. Thanks, dobe. I guess I was worrying for nothing."

"Not a problem," replied Naruto warmly. "Now are you still interested in the lecture?"

The blackette never looked more eager in his life.

Naruto couldn't help but chuckle at his friend. "There are a number of reasons why what works for your mother won't work for Miya-san. Two of them being tits," he spread out his hands, gesturing perversely at how big his friend's mother's breasts were. "I mean no offense by this, but your girlfriend is nowhere near as well-endowed as Miko-hime. Do you know why this can be a good thing?"

"Because there's less flesh for me to work with?" retorted Sasuke, not taking offense at all to his friend's remark since it was the cold hard truth. He wasn't bothered by his girlfriend's lack of huge knockers because he wasn't that crazy about tits. He was fine with the ample chest she had, though he hadn't the slightest clue what her bra size was. She had offered to sleep with him last night, but he refused. He felt it was too soon in their relationship to jump into bed.

"That's correct," said Naruto proudly. "Some women like getting their tits mauled. Others like for you to play with them gently. I don't know what Miya-san prefers, so you'll have to find that out yourself when the time comes," he awaited the nod before picking up where he left off. "The limited space means nothing if you don't take care of her nipples. Learn to chew on them. Maybe she'll like you sucking on them. There's also the distinct possibility that she won't like the stimulation at all because her tits are too sensitive."

Sasuke swallowed a lump in his throat before administering another nod. What he had learned about the human anatomy at the academy and through textbooks was fine and dandy. However, no author or instructor was a better expert source than his best friend. As much as he didn't want to let his mind wander, he was starting to feel hot from imagining the naked alien moaning from the ardent pressure he was putting on her breasts. Her rubbery pink nipples…or were they going to be another color since she isn't human? What if her breasts aren't symmetrical? Perhaps she has no nipples.

"You can daydream about your girlfriend later, teme," quipped Naruto, breaking the blackette from his train of thought. "Now your mother has that nice, fat ass, one I can get lost in. Miya-san does not. Again, I mean no offense by this. Do you know what that means?"

This didn't offend him that much, though he was bothered with the comparison. However, what frustrated him more was the fact he couldn't arrive to a logical conclusion like he had done for the previous question. "I don't know."

"You have a small dick," replied the blond neutrally, unfazed by the glare being aimed at him. "The two of you are compatible in that sense because if Miya-san had a bigger ass, it would prove difficult for you to take her in creative positions. You must understand that there will be positions that will not work for the two of you."

Sasuke chewed on his bottom lip, angered at the fact he was so small. He was once again reminded that his best friend kept a monster locked up in those trousers that was responsible for turning his mother into an adulteress. Those dreams he used to have couldn't continue now that he has a girlfriend. Becoming more educated about sex seemed like the most logical way to prevent such dreams from coming true. He would not lose Miya – she was his and his alone.

"What will work for us?"

"The cowgirl, doggystyle, and the missionary positions are all good. You know what? I'm going to compile a list for you and note down how you can make the most of those positions," replied Naruto professionally. "Now the next lesson is going to be about erogenous zones, so make sure you're listening intently."

The blackette nodded, his little pecker throbbing in his pants.

"When you think about foreplay, do you think about fondling the girl's wrist?" Naruto laughed at the 'what in the actual fuck' look his friend was giving him. "How you're reacting now is exactly why the wrist, especially the inside of the wrist, can be an exciting spot for a woman. Girls aren't used to being touched there and men generally don't think of touching them there. This is an erogenous zone because it's right at that pulse point and the first stage where a woman's body starts getting aroused."

Sasuke was genuinely blown away by the explanation. Such a simple fact, but oh-so brilliant. "Damn, dobe."

"This is just the start, teme," said Naruto, feeling like a proud father. "I should've had this talk with you long ago. Doing so would've gotten you laid with a hot MILF."

"Not everyone's a mother lover like you, bastard," quipped Itachi's brother. "I'd much rather date girls my own age."

Minato's master shrugged his shoulders. "To each their own. Anyway, let's move on to the next erogenous zone."

"But before you do, do you mind telling me about the butt?"

"…what?"

"The butt," repeated Sasuke, unable to meet his friend's gaze. "What I'm trying to say is: what made you want to fuck my mother up her ass?"

Speaking to his best friend about sex was something he and Mikoto had agreed upon. If Sasuke starts yearning to get intimate with Miya, it could potentially steer him away from the idea of getting cuckolded. Hearing that the two have a bond that ties them spiritually helps because the Sekirei would be able to sense something wrong before anything becomes of it. This would ensure they don't end up in a situation like Itachi and Izumi. Naruto had tried to balance out the lecture, but he knew this question was going to get brought up sooner or later. Answering truthfully made the most sense right now. After that he was going to start slipping subliminal messages into the following material to help cleanse his friend's mind. He tried it with Itachi a few days ago, but it unfortunately didn't make a difference.

"It's because I love her, teme," began the blond seriously. "I've kept count of the number of women I've been with and let me just say that I've been with hundreds too many. I've taken them in every possible imaginable, but not once did I sodomize them. It's not that I wasn't a fan of the idea, don't get me wrong. Rimming them out and fingering them back there was a daily routine for me. However, the moment I got together with Miko-hime was when I realized that I wanted to explore her in every way. Your mother was the first woman I've ever butt-fucked."

All Sasuke could do was nod in response, jealous that his father's master used to bang bitches like no tomorrow. If there was anything he could agree on, it was that his mother was in good hands because his father could never love her the way his best friend loves her. Hell, people claim that Kami loves them, but not even that godly love could compare to the sort of love Mikoto receives from Naruto on a daily basis. The answer he had gotten from the blond didn't exactly answer his question, but it surprised him that the first cavity that gigantic cock searched belonged to his mother. Personally, he wasn't fond of the idea of touching Miya's butthole let alone sticking his dick up there. It was such a filthy place.

"Now let's get back to erogenous zones."

xXx

"Let's do a recap. You crash-landed on earth. You were the damsel in distress and my son was your ninja in shining armor. You knew the moment you laid eyes on him that he's your Ashikabob—"

"Ashikabi."

Mikoto stared at the flustered woman before nodding. "Right, my mistake," she mumbled cutely. "So, where was I? Oh, yes. You realized that my son is your Ashikabi and seeing him get pummeled into the ground made you jump to your feet, rush to him, and give him no chance to refuse as you stole his first kiss."

"Umm…I had to kiss him, Mikoto-sama," clarified the Sekirei with a blush coloring her cheeks. "I needed to get my wings because I wouldn't have stood a chance against Itachi-dono otherwise."

The adorableness of this girl was incredible and Mikoto couldn't help but fuss over her. She ruffled up her hair, reveling at its silkiness and richness – such a shade of purple was rare. "I was just teasing you, dear. I have no intention of separating the two of you. If that was the case, I would've never allowed you to follow us back to Konoha. I don't care that you're not from our world. All I wanted to hear is that you have only good intentions with my son. It helps to hear that you two have a bond that joins you spiritually."

Every word she had spoken was from the heart. A few days of watching her interact with her youngest son was enough for her to become comfortable with their coupling. This chat has only cemented this decision. There was nothing evil about Miya. Sure, she was a little odd, but she couldn't really write that off as her being an alien because of humans like the overly dramatic Might Guy, who at one time, after losing a bet, ran a hundred laps around Konoha donning a pair of bra and panties and a plastic dildo strapped to his forehead. The incident was forever etched to Konoha's history as "Unicorn Day". This girl was perfect for her child.

"W-what?" sputtered Miya, her hands shaking. "Are you saying?"

"Welcome to the family, Miya-chan," was all Mikoto offered in response before engulfing the woman in her arms, hugging her as tight as possible. "I already think you look cute with my baby boy. I know you'll take care of him. Don't worry about rejection from me because I genuinely believe that the two of you are meant for each other."

Sasuke was right.

This woman is an angel.

Miya couldn't get over how warmly she was accepted by the Uchiha matriarch. She closed her eyes, blinking away tears. All her life she's been yearning for a mother and she's finally experiencing what it's like to have one. "Thank you, Mikoto-sama."

"You're very welcome, sweetheart," whispered the matriarch, stroking the woman's hair. "Now come on. We have to get going."

The poor purplette didn't get a chance to ask where they were headed because she found herself getting dragged downstairs by the overjoyed mother. She was seeing stars even after arriving to the living room where her destined one was seated.

"…and that's when you fuck her right in the pussy."

Miya clenched her fists from hearing the vulgar language. She wasn't all that comfortable with this tall, muscular, powerful whiskered blond man because of the aura he was always exuding. It was so immense that it made her Ashikabi's presence seem negligible in comparison. What frustrated her more was the fact this man was essentially a homewrecker and everyone in this family was somehow okay with it. Well, she wasn't okay with it. And this only made him appear more distasteful in her eyes. How dare he speak such filth with her Ashikabi-sama?!

"Naru-koi!" exclaimed Mikoto, having sensed the rage bubbling from the woman beside her. "Why are you corrupting my son?!"

"I'm only educating him on the joys of life," replied Naruto calmly, his eyes peering into hers, silently conveying to her an entirely different reply. A more sensual, darker reply.

Mikoto stuck out her tongue, choosing not to respond back with an innuendo of her own. She knew full well what the two had been discussing beacuse she had requested her lover to talk to her son about sex. Sasuke had some idea of the anatomy from school and from what she's told him, but the kid was in a dire need for expert advice. She hoped that this lesson would help set the youngster straight.

"Well, I wanted to let you know that I'll be taking Miya-chan here on a shopping spree," said Fugaku's wife in a bubbly voice, wrapping an arm around the girl. "We are going to be gone the entire day. Kushina-chan and Izumi-chan are going with us as well. It's going to be a ladies afternoon bonanza!"

Naruto grinned at his lover's excitement, though he was a little frustrated that his mother wasn't going to be available for an afternoon of anal delight. "Do you want me to tag along with you girls?" he offered, only to get a negative shake of the head. "Okay, make sure you let me know the second you need anything. I can always order something from the Western continent if you need it."

Sasuke, in the meanwhile, was crossing a leg over his tented crotch. The lecture his best friend had given him was so detailed that he couldn't look his girlfriend the same way. He saw her walking towards him, and his onyx orbs zoomed in on her chest. He exhaled deeply, fighting back the desires of performing a few techniques right out of the blond's handbook. He wanted to become a man – he wanted to lose his virginity. All such thoughts vanished from his mind when he saw how comfortable she looked, which could only mean one thing.

"I told you kaa-san would accept you."

"She's amazing, Ashikabi-sama," whispered the Sekirei fondly. "Anyway, we have to go shopping. I'll see you later. Okay?"

"Okay," replied Sasuke in a soft, tender tone. He got up from his seat and pecked her on her cheek. "Have fun."

"Aaawwww~how cuuuute!" cooed Mikoto as bounced on the balls of her feet. "I hate to break the two of you up, but we're burning daylight, Miya-chan. Let's go!"

Miya didn't even get a chance to bid farewell to her Ashikabi. The overjoyed mother had struck again, and now the two were leaving a trail of dust in their wake.

Naruto smirked over at his blushing friend. "What a sweet kiss you gave her, teme," said the blond cheekily. "Next time, be sure to grab her ass while slipping her the tongue."

"Dobe."

xXx

Hundreds of years ago, she used to be a cold-hearted woman who broke civilians for sport. Everything changed when she took part in the civil war and lost hundreds of her friends and family members. Now she was a woman who never held grudges and someone who was quick to forgive others. If one were to look at her now, all they would see is a bubbly, black-haired beauty whose breasts should realistically not be supported by her childish frame. Taking her seriously was difficult, especially since she would usually be donning a magical girl outfit.

It was the first time in centuries that anyone has seen a glimpse of her former self.

For Ophis to go up against Great Red and be able to defeat him in combat was maddening. The dragoness was now the ruler of the Dimensional Gap and with this power she could easily wage war against devilkind. She was then informed that her childhood friend was under a spell that had rendered him dickless. What didn't get revealed to her was what the dragoness wanted in exchange for helping the couple.

"You could've come to me for help years ago," began Sona's sister, her voice low, hollow. "Instead you're here as a last resort. But no matter. I don't hold it against either of you for keeping this a secret because I understand how difficult this must've been for you, Sirzechs-tan. For now all I can do is see if I can heal you."

Sirzechs didn't verbally respond to her because he was too ashamed to say anything. His friend was genuinely their last resort. After Ophis appeared before them in the hospital, they visited dozens of other medical professionals. They even paid a visit to Ajuka Beelzebub, the Chief Advisor for the Technology Department. They were so hopeful that he would be able to put a stop to this disease through some sort of gadget, but not even the genius could figure anything out.

The reason for not including Serafall on this, even though they had decided to visit her straight after the hospital, was because they felt he woman wouldn't be able to take the news well. She used to be a ruthless devil before the war and now she was the nicest devil ever. Unfortunately, they had to ruin her kindness streak – there was no one else they could turn to now. Receiving a comforting hand-squeeze from his wife, he got up and reached for his belt. As his pants dropped down to his ankles, no dingaling was seen hanging between his legs. He wanted to crawl under a rock and die from how emasculated he was feeling.

"Those markings…" murmured Serafall as she studied her friend's crotch. While attempting to feed energy to the area, a lone tribal tattoo lit up where his testicles were supposed to be before the design vanished without a trace. "What kind of spell did your brother cast, Grayfia-tan? This is beyond anything that I've seen before."

"It's a curse, one that Trihexa used to kill God," answered the Strongest Queen in a defeated tone, her hands dangling by her side. "From what Ophis told us, this virus replicates its effects thousands of times a second and it won't be long before it starts spreading to other areas of Sirzechs-kun's body."

The little hope she had was now shattered. Tears started welling in her eyes but she quickly brushed them away with her hands. There was no way a spell this complex could get healed by a newbie like her. She wasn't sure who was experienced enough to fix this.

Getting the message, Sirzechs pulled up his pants. "Don't beat yourself over this, Serafall-chan. It's okay."

"It's not," hissed Serafall. "There is one thing we can do, but first we must speak with an associate of mine who is an elite-class magician. It doesn't matter what he charges. I'm almost positive that this spell originates from the Book of Dark Magic which was written by Trihexa. If we can locate this book, then we still have a chance of reversing the effects of the spell."

Were she the Grayfia Lucifuge of the past, she would've argued against this because there was no telling what the magician would want in exchange for his help. However, the Grayfia of today was a desperate wife who was willing to do whatever it takes to save her husband's life. "We can head out together. Come on, Sirzechs-kun. Let's go."

Sirzechs silently followed his wife, unable to summon enough courage to speak in the opposition. He hadn't told her this, but the virus was already starting to spread. It didn't reach further than a centimeter from the original location, but it would only be a matter of time until the virus would consume him whole. Finding the book was truly the only way around this. They were not going to accept Ophis' offer.

"SERAFALL-SAMA!"

The three devils turned around to find Serafall's guard rushing towards them.

"What's wrong, Mako-tan?" queried the Satan, no longer in her bubbly voice due to the heartache she was enduring.

"A-at…the Gremory estate…"

No further words were needed for them to summon a magic circle. Appearing outside his home, Sirzechs saw dozens of his relatives standing by a pair of corpses. Even though they were grilled to the bone, it was obvious from their lingering aura that these were devils. His father was shouting at their guards, who were continually offering apologies. His mother was crying while holding up a piece of paper in her hands. He walked over to his parents, but no words were shared between them. He lowered his gaze on the note Venelana had handed to him.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

This isn't a rhyme,

And it sure as hell isn't for show.

I danced with those fools,

I swirled and I twirled.

Do as I say or I'll make it rain blood in the Underworld,

~ Ophis

In the snap of a finger, the guards disappeared and so did the Gremory relatives. Lord Gremory had magically transported his wife, son, daughter-in-law and Serafall into his study. "Do you know what this means?"

"Ophis has taken over the Dimensional Gap by killing Great Red," said Sirzechs with clenched teeth, shocking his parents to the core.

"WHAT?!" cried Venelana, her eyes bugging out to the size of saucers. "You knew, and it didn't occur to you to tell us about this?"

"We found out yesterday when we were at the hospital. Ophis paid us a visit there," revealed Grayfia, further sending the elders into a pit of worry. "She told us that th—"

"Ophis simply wants the acknowledgement that she's now the strongest," interrupted Sirzechs, fearing his wife might spill the beans about the offer the dragoness had made. There was no need for his parents to find out that Ophis wanted Grayfia to carry another man's child because his father was a devil through and through, and wouldn't hesitate to accept the offer. As a devil with pride, he would rather die than allow another man to touch his wife.

Grayfia understood what her husband was trying to do, and tears pooled in her eyes. Unfortunately, they couldn't keep this a secret for much longer. They needed to find Trihexa's book before Ophis decides to pay them another visit personally.

Serafall knew that the couple were hiding something, or Grayfia was at least, but she didn't call either of them out on it. All she cared about was helping them get back to a normal life and she was willing to do whatever it takes to do it, even if it means going up against a god.

xXx

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine a single shop could carry so many clothes. Not only was she shocked by the quantity, but the quality as well since there were garments ranging from the classiest to the trashiest – all laid out in rows in columns, everywhere. "Oh, golly. So many colors."

"This is just the first store, Miya-chan," replied Mikoto with a pat on the woman's shoulder. "We need to get you piles of underwear, dresses, kimonos, gloves, scarves, hairbands…"

The Sekirei started bobbing her head robotically as the MILF rambled on and on. She was listing off items, but it was like she was speaking a completely foreign language. Luckily for her, they had picked her Ashikabi's older brother's fiancé up for this all-day mission.

Izumi had no intention of tagging along on this trip, but she caved into her lover's request for her to go and have some fun. Itachi told her that he would be fine, and that he was going to talk with his father about the medicine he had been prescribed today by Tsunade.

"Mikoto kaa-saan?" prodded Izumi, nudging her mother-in-law. "How about we start Miya-chan from the basics? She looks a little overwhelmed."

"I say we start with some bras," declared a bold voice from behind them, earning a head turn from the purplette. Unsurprisingly, it was yet another huge-breasted female. Such a voluptuous figure and flowing red tresses packaged in a silky white form-fitting kimono – this woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Why was the universe so cruel?

"Miya-chan? this is my best friend, Kushina Uzumaki," said Fugaku's wife with a grin that could light up the world. "Kushina-chan? This is the Miya-chan you've heard so much about."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, dattebane!" chirruped Minato's wife as she quickly brought the woman in for a hug. "I've been wanting to meet you since yesterday, but I lost track of time. You look just as pretty as Mikoto-chan had mentioned."

"Thank you…" whispered Miya, a little flustered. It was obvious from the last name that this woman was Naruto's mother. Hell, it was obvious from their facial features. Their cordial relationship confused her. Was the redhead aware that her son was romantically involved with her best friend?

After hugging her best friend, Kushina had the other younger female in her arms. "I heard about what happened," she whispered, leaning into her ear. "I'm so glad to hear that you're okay, Izumi-chan. I'm sorry that I wasn't there to see you in person earlier."

"It's okay, Kushina oba-san. Thank you," replied the woman emotionally, though at no point did her voice hike above a murmur. She wasn't exactly over what transpired on that battlefield, but she wasn't going to let that get the best of her. It helped that she had such wonderful people there to help her through the ordeal.

"Alrighty then!" declared Mikoto with a clap of her hands. "Let's get this show on the road. Kushina-chan said we need to find some bras and that seems like the best course of action. Getting your measurements now will help us eliminate a ton of potential problems."

Apparently, everyone was onboard with this plan, so the ever-so-confused Miya nodded. She sighed as she was dragged over to one of the workers, who immediately whipped out a flexible piece of tape out of nowhere and invaded her personal space. She couldn't help but scrunch up her face in embarrassment as the woman's hands ran up the sides of her tits. However, she held herself back – she didn't want to cause a scene so soon.

"87 bust, 56 waist, 87 hips," said the bubbly woman while putting away the tape. "Wow, you're so lucky. I've been dying to get your exact figure!"

"R-really?" queried Miya, her brows arched, her voice hopeful. All her life she's been hearing how only women who have big tits and big asses are considered attractive. She's been self-conscious about her figure ever since. It didn't help that most of the douchebags on the previous planet she had crash-landed in were on the lookout for the bustiest of Sekirei.

"Really!" gushed the saleslady. "Anyway, let's get you some clothes. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Ummm…I need some undergarments," she turned back to her future mother-in-law and shuddered at the fire in those onyx orbs. "I guess a bit of everything."

A fire had also lit up inside the worker's eyes. "Black, grey, pretty much any color will compliment your flowing purple hair. However, if you want to stand out, we can doll you up in the newest trends. I'm thinking skinnies, a white v-neck and a banana yellow cardi."

"Yellow is complimentary of purple, so the yellow cardigan is a good call," piped in Izumi while scratching her chin. "Greens and blues will also do the job. A blue skirt and a green cashmere sweater, perhaps?"

"I don't know about yellow," debated Kushina. "I mean, yellow clothes and purple hair? That sounds like something an inverted Yamanaka would wear, dattebane."

Mikoto burst out laughing at the mental image of Ino Yamanaka in purple hair donning a yellow outfit. "An inverted Yamanaka, genius!" she replied with a giggle. "But I think we're starting to branch off with trying to find an outfit that matches Miya-chan's hair. What we should be doing instead is finding the right shade of each color that best compliments her features. She has a neutral skin tone, so she can wear anything on the color wheel, but it'd be best to go for softened or muted versions of a color instead of the brighter ones. I'm talking dusty pink, jade green, cornsilk yellow, or lagoon blue. For neutral colors, we should be looking at off-whites, coffee, mid-range grays, and black. Oversaturated colors like electric blue and magenta can overwhelm her neutral skin tone. These are only suggestions. Our ultimate goal here is to get her in something she feels confident in."

Every woman in attendance nodded along at the sagely advice. Even the store worker felt humbled. A housewife nearby, who was being assisted by another worker, was tapping the ground with her heel, tempted to go to the Uchiha Matriarch for some advice instead. All eyes were now on the Sekirei, who was slowly creeping away from the store.

Her cries were heard for a mile.

Six hours later, a groaning Miya could be seen limping out of the thirtieth store she had been dragged into. She was fond of shopping, but this was ridiculous. Nothing that was purchased for her today was cheap. Just the items from the last store alone amounted to well over 25 Million Ryo – it was crazy even for royalty. She wasn't the only person grabbing stuff. Every lady in her group was spending money like it didn't matter. Mikoto had bought herself a couple pair of shoes and dresses, Kushina went all out on lingerie, whereas Izumi got some nightgowns.

The final count of shopping bags was staggering, but all of them were somehow stored into scrolls. Kushina had done this, but Miya didn't have the energy to ask what sort of sorcery this was. All she knew was that this had something to do with chakra.

"Oh, what's going on here?"

Miya turned her head in the direction Izumi was facing and was bewildered as hundreds of people were circling the village square. "Is this a special occasion?"

"I wasn't made aware of any new events," said Mikoto, sharing her daughter-in-law's confusion. "I wonder what could cause such a large commotion?"

"Lady Gale! Lady Gale!"

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Kushina, taken back from hearing the obnoxious fat bastard lusting over the princess. "I almost forgot that Koyuki was supposed to come to Konoha to finish filming her latest movie. Sochi-ko-kun," she corrected herself, almost forgetting that her younger companions were unaware of the truth. "Sochi-kun told me about this last month."

What she also neglected to mention was that her son had told her about this while she was sitting on his lap, getting finger-fucked by him under the blanket covering them. The cherry on top was that this was going on while her oblivious husband was laying on the sofa a few meters away from them. Kushina chuckled softly at how inexperienced she used to be.

Izumi patted her fiancée's brother's girlfriend on the shoulder. "Koyuki-hime is the leader of Snow Country, a place far away from here. She's also a famous actress. She's renowned for starring in the Princess Gale movies."

From the crowd appeared a glimpse of the actress and she was seen in the same outfit she had worn on the last movie set. Her bangs were sweeping the sides of her face and the long black tresses were swaying as she sashayed from one fan to the next. She had on plenty of eyeshadow and while it was a little overwhelming for her features, the red lipstick went with her pompous role for this upcoming movie. She was donning her famous pink jacket that fit her like a glove.

Overall, Miya thought this woman looked sensational, mainly because she didn't have gigantic tits and an equally big ass.

"Hi there!" exclaimed the princess once she spotted the group. She came skipping towards them with a spring in her step. "Mikoto-san, Kushina-san. I was about to come meet the both of you before this shoot, but I got held back by the fans."

"More like mauled."

Mikoto chuckled at her friend and waved off the princess after sharing a hug with her. "Koyuki-san, I'd like for you to meet my eldest son's fiancé, Izumi Uchiha," she announced proudly. "And the woman beside her is Miya and she's my youngest son's girlfriend."

"Oh, I do remember your name from conversing with Mikoto-san in the past, but I had no idea that you're engaged now, Izumi-san. Congratulations!" replied Koyuki in a bubbly voice as she gave the woman a quick hug. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Miya-san."

The Sekirei didn't show it through her response, but she appreciated the kindness this super-famous woman was showing her.

Izumi was sort of fangirling, but she held it in fairly well.

"So, where is Naruto-kun?" asked Koyuki, unable to keep silent about it any longer. "I've been meaning to write him a letter informing him of my arrival, but I decided to surprise him by coming here to film the final scene of my new movie."

This girl obviously had a crush on the blond shinobi, and each woman reacted differently to it.

Izumi was squealing inwardly because she was daydreaming about setting up her surrogate brother with the actress. She used to model as a hobby back at the academy, and it was the reason why she had retired from the shinobi force. She still trains seven days a week, but acting has always been her dream. From this union she could get the big push she needed to pursue her passion. She rubbed her hands together, cackling at her nefarious plan.

Miya was significantly more displeased with this. The blond was already having the time of his life ruining another woman's marriage. The last thing she wanted to see was for him to ruin the life of this actress. She didn't know why she was feeling so negatively towards Naruto, for such bias was against her character.

This didn't surprise Mikoto in the slightest because she was aware of how much attention her lover got from the opposite gender. With the exception of her best friend, who she knew the blond was madly in love with, she didn't have to worry about any other girl coming into the picture because of how loyal he was to her. Speaking of her best friend, she saw the redhead gnashing her teeth together, and reminded herself that it was time for them to have another talk. This conversation would undoubtedly trigger the Red Hot Habanero.

"I haven't seen much of otouto-kun these past few days, though he did spend the night at Itachi-kun's home two nights ago," said Izumi, unaware of Miya standing beside her cringing at why the blond had spent the night. "I'm sure Kushina oba-san knows where he is."

Kushina glared at her best friend, who shot her a grin, before shaking her head. "Sochi-kun has been a little preoccupied with some business, so I doubt that he'll have any free time today."

She made a mental note of sending a clone to warn her son from coming here and potentially coming under this harlot's charm. She was nowhere near as comfortable as Mikoto was in this regard because she couldn't shoo away the thought of another woman getting chummy with her beloved.

Koyuki sighed, a frown marring her face. "Oh…I guess I'll have to get a hold of him later. I won't be leaving for the next four days anyway, so it's not like I won't get a chance to see him."

"It's time, Koyuki-sama!"

The princess performed a one-eighty on command, like a professional actress, and clapped her hands together. "It's time for us to start filming now, but before I go, are any of you interested in becoming part of the movie?"

"What?!" cried Izumi, her head snapping forward, her eyes bugged out. A chance to pursue her dream of becoming an actress? She would be foolish to reject it. "I'm so there! What roles are open? Will I have some dialogue? Can I pronounce words exaggeratedly?"

Koyuki laughed at the excited lady. "Let's see what I can do," she replied, wrapping an arm around her. "Who else is willing?"

"Kushina-chan and I have never been fans of acting, but if you need a second opinion before releasing your movie, you know who to call," replied Mikoto with her friend nodding along. "I'm sure Miya-chan will be more than happy to accompany you, though."

Miya turned to the blackette in shock, only to meet stern onyx orbs. She shuddered under her gaze. "S-sure."

"Great!" chirruped the leader of Snow Country. "Come, girls. The set awaits!"

Kushina turned to her friend, a smile gracing her features. "This could be a good opportunity for those two to bond with one another. I can see them becoming close friends."

"They're really good girls," praised Fugaku's wife. "Anyway, I think it's time for us to have ourselves a talk. Let's take this to our usual café."

Kushina arched a brow, sensing the underlying serious tone, but she had no reason to disagree since this place was becoming too crowded for her. The journey back to the café took two minutes most since they were at a walking distance from it. The moment she stepped foot into the shop was when she realized she had stepped into a lion's den.

Their friends were here.

And every one of them was livid.

"Now, now," began Kushina, waving her hands in surrender. "I know I've been absent from our weekly hangouts, but I have my reasons, dattebane."

"Fuck that!" roared Tsume Inuzuka, her fangs sparkling as though she wanted to bite some sense into her childhood friend. She was donning her usual jonin attire, which didn't come a surprise to anyone – she was always ready for combat.

"You couldn't bother leaving us a letter? You couldn't even call us?" inquired Inori Yamanaka, her brown eyes searching her sheepish-looking friend for answers. The public was right about referring to her as her daughter's future-self because they looked nearly identical to one another. They even wore their blonde hair the same way and wore similar outfits.

"She's here now, isn't she? And didn't I tell you all that Kushina-chan was going to be back by the end of the month?" spoke Mikoto before the rest of her friends could say their piece.

Hitomi Hyuuga may be a sweetheart, but she was a killjoy when angered. She was furious as fuck, which was evident from the fact her dojutsu was activated. Back when they were kids, Tsume called her a bitch because it was considered an endearment in her clan. Hitomi took it so bad that a dark aura surrounded her for weeks. Even now she hated being called a bitch, which was something the Inuzuka took advantage of every so often.

Yoshino Yamanaka was a force to be reckoned with and she didn't take shit from anyone. As someone who lived with a too-lazy-to-be-bothered husband and a just as lazy son, she was constantly in a mood, and she hated being disappointed. Had it not been for Mikoto's outburst, she would've definitely yelled at the redhead for neglecting to come to their get-togethers.

Now that the air around them wasn't as tense, Kushina sat down on a free chair. "It's chaos outside."

"Tell me about it," snorted Yoshino. "I wanted to grab some bread from the bakery this morning, but there were so many people that the shop closed down. Apparently, the owner is a massive fan."

"It mainly has to do with Koyuki-hime's surprise visit," added Hitomi. "I was going to…hey, wait…" she paused here, her Byakugan narrowing at her black-haired friend. "Are you pregnant, Mikoto-chan?"

"You're what?!" roared Tsume, once again in a fit of rage after confirming this from sniffing the air around her. "You are pregnant! Thanks for telling us, bitch!"

"Sorry?" said Mikoto as cutely as she could. "You're right. I've been neglectful of many things and I should've broke the news to all of you the second I found out."

Uncrossing her arms, Inori sighed to herself. "I guess it can't be helped. I would've blabbed about it to everyone anyway, so you were right to keep this a secret."

Were they still bitter about the lack of communication? Sure. That said, none of them could really stay angry at Mikoto. Thus, they all chimed in with congratulating their pregnant friend. Before further words could be exchanged amongst them, The Blond Mother Lover appeared next to their table in a swirl of leaves. The civilians in the café all panicked verbally and physically, but the ninja in the crowd were completely unfazed by the surprise arrival.

Tsume licked her lips, eyeing the hunky brat she's been silently yearning to invite between her legs. Her husband was forced to marry her due to clan traditions, but not only was he a shitty lay, he was too weak for her and not even all the money in the world could make her love him. This youngster's aura was that of an alpha and taking a whiff of it was enough to make her cream her panties. Unfortunately, she would do nothing about this lust because Kushina was her friend. Oh, well. The blond was going to be railing on her in her dreams tonight.

"Greetings, ladies," said Naruto with a deep, husky voice, sensual enough to bring Kiba's mother to a state of submissive bliss. "I apologize for cutting in, but I have to speak with these two gorgeous supermodels here," he added, slinging his arms around his mother and godmother. "We'll be quick."

Even before becoming his lover, her son had never hesitated to compliment her, even when they were in the presence of her friends. Mikoto looked just as relaxed, mainly because this was nothing new to her. Naruto has always treated her with the utmost care.

Once they were several feet away, but still in clear sight of the gathered Konoha mothers, Naruto decided to speak up. "Tou-san has to attend that Kage Summit tomorrow and we're going to head out within the next ten minutes."

Had this been unexpected, Mikoto would've been furious with her lover for dropping this bomb on her, but there was nothing he kept from her, so she was fully aware that he was leaving today. Kushina was also aware of this, but she had completely lost track of time and was now feeling a little disappointed. Her son had promised her that he would work his magic on her ass this afternoon. It looks like this would be the one time he wouldn't be able to fulfil his promise.

It was then they felt their lover's hand running down their backs, traveling down to their buttocks, until they could no longer feel his touch. Their kimonos started lifting from the bottom, hiking up their ankles.

"Ummm…Naru-koi…"

Naruto didn't listen; he kept lifting their kimonos until they got the message and held their dresses up by the hem for him. In a short few seconds, he was in possession of a doughy butt cheek of both married women.

"S-sochi-koi...my friends are right there," stuttered Kushina, her heart pounding hard into her chest as her son inched her thong to the side and dipped a finger into her crack, the tip barely touching the outer rim of her anus. Sure, she wanted him to fulfill his promise of playing with her ass, but this wasn't how she imagined he would do it. Couldn't they find a bathroom or something? This was crazy!

"Your friends aren't going to suspect a thing. No one can see your backs from this angle. All they can see are our faces, so stay calm," whispered Naruto, attempting to penetrate his lovers but unable to do so due to how forcefully they were clenching their cheeks. It surprised him how similarly they were reacting. He thought for sure Mikoto would be more relaxed than his mother since he's done similar things to her in the past. "This is going to be a long journey, and I can't go without having something to drink. Now spread your butts and let me in."

A blush was coloring Mikoto's cheeks from how nasty of a situation she was in. Not even the time when she fucked her best friend's son knowing the redhead was watching could compare to this. Despite wanting to drop her hands and let go of her kimono, she obeyed his order and slightly widened her stance, to which he responded by shoving two fingers at once. She jerked forward, her hair flying all over her face, whimpering, gasping and rotating her ass. She felt so incredibly tight that it was like he was breaking her in all over again. Their friends were sitting a couple tables away, the cashier was taking orders, dozens of patrons were chatting away, and every single one of them was oblivious to the fact she was getting her asshole explored in public.

Not only was he fingering her near her best friend, he was doing the same thing to her. She could hear the woman's heavy breathing since they were only a couple feet apart. She could see her bucking back and forth, both of them receiving identical intensity from him. She could sense her skyrocketing arousal and couldn't blame her for losing herself so easily because her own brain cells were scrambling from the stimulation. He hadn't initiated a sex session with them present in the same room, mainly because they were both opposed to it. Now he was pleasuring them simultaneously for the first time.

"Oh…oh fuck, daddy," cooed Fugaku's wife as her son's best friend dragged his ring finger along the walls of her anus while his ring finger circled around inside her. Blood was rushing to her clitoris, coercing it to emerge from its hood. The metaphorical factory in her cunt was working overtime to produce sweet nectar. Fireworks were going off inside her head. Her huge tits started heaving up and down against her silk kimono, her nipples hard as steel. Ripples were running through her doughy-packed cheeks as his palm kept smacking against her with every thrust of his fingers. She felt that familiar spasm in her legs, but she tried with all her might not to inform any of the patrons in the café of her skyrocketing arousal.

Kushina stopped bucking her hips and turned her head, surprise plastered across her flushed face. Her best friend was calling the blond, "daddy"? She recalled the last time she went that submissive for her son. She had dressed up in rags and the blond took her so rough that she ended up crying from his brutal treatment of her. Back then, she wasn't ready to take things to such an extreme level, so she told him that they shouldn't try it again. But recently, she's been dreaming for a repeat of that episode. It wasn't until her son channeled fire chakra into her asshole through the tip of his fingers that she snapped back to reality.

"I'mmm…ggonnnnaa cummmm," warned Kushina as quietly as she could, fearing that shouting would alert the strangers that something was going on. Her right leg kicked out straight when her muscles involuntarily began seizing. Her clit was screaming as she squeezed her thighs together to push him out of her, but he kept his fingers lodged inside her. The heat was reaching the shallowest depths of her rectum, somehow managing to stimulate her snatch, and she couldn't help but start stomping her feet. The thrusting went from gentle to haphazard until he was sawing in and out of her like he didn't care that she was his mother.

She was feeling so hot that she wanted to let go of her kimono and start squeezing her breasts. Her toes were starting to curl and it would only be a matter of time until her body would go stiff. Paying a quick glance at her bestie, she noted her clenching her jaw, her mouth opening and closing. Agreeing to share her son was one thing, but knowing he's pleasuring her best friend alongside her was another. However, it was difficult to think straight because she was constantly being reminded that she was getting finger-fucked in front of an audience. She was newly introduced to voyeurism, but this wasn't her cuckold husband who was watching them; she was in the presence of her friends and total strangers. At any minute they could get caught red-handed because the smell of pastries was no longer the only sweet aroma traveling through the air. She could envision the ignominy that would ensue, which most likely would reduce Lady Kushina to a common whore.

Be that as it may, this adrenaline was her pussy's predilection.

"Cummminggg…" whispered Mikoto, confirming to be on the same wavelength as her friend. Having put on hundreds of shows for her husband, in which she was getting her brains banged out by his master, she knew full well that her climaxes in those sessions hit her harder than she would squirt in a typical one-on-one setting. Furthermore, despite how she now felt about having sex with Naruto in front of her sons, she could never forget the mindboggling orgasm she had while exhibiting to them that mommy was taking it up the ass.

This climax was just as memorable.

First the ingress of her pregnant cervix squeezed tight. Then her inner walls collapsed. Even her occupied asshole contracted. Gallons of juice were now gushing down her sacred tunnel, and the marble floor was taking the full blunt of the splashes. Her heeled shoes were catching the occasional splash, in spite of her spreading her legs wider. She was spasming uncontrollably and was forced to clamp her mouth shut to avoid anyone hearing her. She was now floating around in a white paradise as a result of the million of light particles bombarding her field of vision. She closed her eyes, hanging her head as she rode the high of her orgasm.

Kushina was now in the standing doggy-style position, her fat ass pointing to the storage room of the café, her son's fingers still buried deep in her rectum. She was unable to remain standing upright because she had squirted with far greater intensity than her best friend. If she were to stand on a bathroom scale right now, she would find that she's lost two pounds in water weight. Her son was a god and her world revolved around him. He always had ways of surprising her by using her preferences to heighten the sexual experience for her. She took long, deep breaths, beads of water droplets trickling down her face. To no surprise, he came through with his promise by playing with her ass this afternoon.

Humming in delight, Naruto withdrew his fingers from his lovers and ran a hand along their respective nether regions. He gave them a thorough massage, wiping their pussies down, eliciting another round of sensual moans, before pulling his hands away and bringing them to his lips. Two mothers, two wives, two goddesses, their delicious juice mixing together in his mouth. "Hmmm…now this journey is going to be a piece of cake."

"I can't believe you sometimes, Naru-koi," whispered Mikoto after catching her breath. "Making me cum in public, in front of all my friends."

"It was fucking hot, dattebane," added Kushina, still in a daze. Finally removing her hands from the hem of her kimono, allowing it to fall back in place, she looked over at her friend, both suddenly feeling awkward about what had transpired just now. Was she going to request for a repeat performance? No. This was pretty much a one-time thing. Nevertheless, doing this has helped them achieve yet another milestone in their relationship with the blond.

"No one would've found out about this anyway," said Naruto, holding both shaking ladies in his arms. "We've been under the Invisibility Cloak this entire time."

The two women looked up at him donning identical shocked expressions. He could've told them before pleasuring them that they were safe, but he had clearly planned to bring them to an orgasm from imagining that they could get caught at any second. Mikoto was especially taken back by this, knowing him better than anyone. She should've caught on long ago – he was truly a crafty genius.

"I love you both," whispered Naruto as he uncoiled himself from them. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

Their admissions of love were left hanging in the air because he had vanished in a swirl of leaves, thus finally bringing them out of the Invisibility Cloak they were trapped inside of. Hitomi was the first from their group to spot them, but Tsume was the one who hollered for them to "get the fuck back already".

Kushina turned to her bestie, finally calming down from the tantalizing episode. "I love him."

"I love him more," argued Mikoto hotly.

Creamy nectar was still dribbling down the sides of their legs.

xXx

"Oh, look. It's Miya the Clown!"

"Stop it, Izumi-chan!" cried Miya, infuriated with the ton of makeup that the artists decided to apply on her face. So much eyeshadow and far too much foundation. All she needed was a red nose and fluffy red hair and she could truly pass off as a clown.

"You look good, Miya-chan," said Koyuki, fully prepared for a glare and wasn't surprised when the purplette directed one at her. "Your role is of a model struggling to maintain her youth. All you have to do is film the scene with the makeup. Then you'll have to remove it for your next scene, which will feature you realizing that you're beautiful the way you are. It's a really touching scene."

Not expecting to have a role greater than a single line, the Sekirei was surprised that she was receiving a multiple scene role. "I guess that's okay."

"Hey, no fair!" exclaimed Izumi, crossing her arms, pouting at the princess. "Why don't I have a bigger part in the movie? I thought you said I'll get something worthwhile!"

"And you will," replied Koyuki calmly. "I've decided that you're going to play the role of my assistant. In this role you're going to be filmed answering phones, helping me with some paperwork, going over a few things about my daily plans. You will have a couple of lines that you can choose from. I'm going to visit the producer right now and I'll have him prepare the list for you. After that we can start shooting. Sound good?"

All Itachi's fiancé could do in response was nod so uncontrollably that her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. This was beyond her wildest imagination. It was incredible that her first time acting was going to be in a blockbuster hit like Princess Gale. But to be presented such a significant role? She was so overwhelmed with joy that tears welled in her eyes. This was a dream come true for her. A literal dream come true.

Miya placed a hand over the woman's shoulder. "This is exciting."

"It is," whispered Izumi breathlessly. "If it wasn't for otoutu-kun, Koyuki-hime wouldn't have planned a surprise visit for Konoha and I wouldn't have been granted this chance to live out my dream. Remind me to pick up a gift for him. Actually, cross that. I need to find a way to make those two become a couple. They would look great together, don't you think?"

"I suppose," replied Miya, no longer comfortable with the conversation since it involved the blond shinobi. "I still don't get why Mikoto-sama is cheating on Fugaku-sama."

"What did you say?" asked Izumi, spinning around to face her.

She thought she had spoken inwardly, but not only did she say this out loud, she said the worst possible thing out loud. It was clear from this reaction that Izumi wasn't aware of Mikoto's affair. The woman was obviously the only one in the Uchiha family who didn't know. Oh, how badly she had fucked up. Why did her Ashikabi tell her this secret and not warn her beforehand? Thankfully, she was saved by Koyuki, who was skipping towards them with a pile of papers in hand.

"Here you are ladies," said the actress, handing a document to each of them. "These are our scripts for the movie. I've had your names printed on there as well. I must start shooting my first scene in half an hour, so let's go over your lines. If you feel that you need someone else to go over your lines with afterward, don't hesitate to ask any of the other actors for help."

Miya nodded along, but Izumi was still on guard. The mention of cheating reminded her of what her future father-in-law had told her about finding another man. There was no way a sweet angel like Mikoto Uchiha was an adulteress.

Or was there?

xXx

She used to scoff at the notion that sorrow, quiet desperation, and hopelessness go hand in hand with getting older. The events of this morning were still fresh for her. She couldn't get over the fact that her former student's son had approached her and explained how he's been having dreams of his fiancé getting fucked by the man who his mother was having an affair with.

Getting over that shock was one thing.

This shock was something else entirely.

"You want me to what?"

"I want you to strengthen my cervix with chakra, oba-sensei," repeated Kushina with a roll of her eyes. Both she and her best friend used to be on the team led by Tsunade. Because the blonde was related to her through Mito, she called her "oba-sensei", much to the blonde's ire. She was sure the anger was just a coverup – the old bag clearly loved hearing that.

After that get-together with her friends and getting over that pleasurable anal drilling in the café, she decided to go home and take a long, long shower. Tsunade's office was her final destination for today.

"This is so fucked up," muttered Dan's wife. "You're cheating on Minato. Our Hokage. With your own son."

There wasn't even the slightest bit of guilt on her face. "I didn't want to beat around the bush, but I didn't want to outright spell it out to you," she answered neutrally. "Anyway, you're correct, oba-sensei. I am cheating on my husband with my son. I heard from Mikoto-chan that she got work done on her cervix, so I wish for you to do the same thing done to me. Sochi-koi has a massive cock and I'd rather not come to you later down the road all bruised down there, dattebane."

Getting this operation done was something she had kept from her son. It wasn't that she didn't trust him or didn't want to involve him. This was something she felt she had to do on her own. It wasn't just a matter of independence. There was a motive behind it – a selfish motive.

'Just how good is the brat?' thought Tsunade for the umpteenth time, once again unable to arrive to a logical conclusion. For a confident, loyal woman like Mikoto Uchiha to betray her wedding vows was a feat in itself, but for the stubborn-as-all-hell-redhead to go behind the Hokage's back was beyond her comprehension. There was no hesitance in Kushina as she praised her son's weapon of mass destruction. It was like the woman was proud of her infidelity.

She hadn't told Mikoto this, but when the blackhead was laying down for the surgery, she had evaluated the woman's chakra network for any inconsistencies, only to find none. There was nothing wrong with the woman – she was thinking straight. She could see nothing wrong with the Uzumaki Matriarch either. Kushina wasn't simply cheating on the Hokage. She was aware that Mikoto was also getting fucked by Naruto. For the blackette to reveal the cervix-strengthening spoke volumes of their comfortableness around this affair. It couldn't just be the terrifyingly huge cock she had heard about that was responsible for breaking these ladies.

There was clearly something else at play, here.

There was no small-talk between them, despite the operation taking far longer than expected. Her hands were shaking, sweat dripping down her forehead. So sloppy was her movement that it reminded her of back when she first got into medicine, back when she had hemophobia. After what seemed like an eternity, she took a few steps back, barely acknowledging the words of gratitude from her patient. Before she knew it, the redhead was walking out of the theater with a newly chakra-enhanced cervix.

Collapsing to the floor, the buxom blonde went through the plethora of nasty visuals that were assaulting her mind. She was sitting in a puddle of her own juices, for the first time having drenched her kimono at work. The last thing she wanted to do was betray her husband's trust by daydreaming about her godson's gigantic dick. She had tried locking up such thoughts these past couple of weeks, but now she couldn't stop thinking about Naruto banging the shit out of her former students.

The human mind is weak, which is why people should never let desperation force them to consider options that they ordinarily wouldn't consider. Unfortunately, even a veteran like her could only handle so much. Stepping out of the theater, she marched straight up to her long-time assistant with a dark look in her eyes.

"Shizune!" roared the Sannin, scaring the lady senseless. "Call the brat! Tell him to bring his blond ass over here right now!"

The pig owner placed a hand over her chest, calming her racing heart. 'What did you do, Naruto-kun?'

xXx

"Esteemed Kage, please be seated," announced Sadao Shinji, the mediator for this first-ever Kage Summit. The location for this meeting was Hoshigakure, and Sadao was the fifth Hoshikage. Decades have come and gone, and with unqualified leaders, they were never referred to as a Great Shinobi village. When he heard of the summit, he jumped at the opportunity to invite the leaders here in the hopes that they see that his village has been underestimated for far too long.

Thousands of hours of manpower has gone into renovating and modernizing the buildings, homes, offices, schools. Sadao had enlisted the services of the top-tier architects to do this. He had also paid top ryo for missing-nin to settle down here, so that they can officially open up a ninja academy. And when the four Kage showed up, he was thrilled to hear them praise the commitment he's making to raise the standards of his village.

Minato graciously sat down on his chair, though he was anything but comfortable. All eyes were on him, and it was a little difficult for him to be sitting when his master was standing two feet behind him. However, he bore through the emotional turmoil to channel the Hokage. The two men accompanying him on this journey were Naruto and Jiraiya.

"Let's get on with this," muttered a grumpy Raikage whose brother had been rapping nonstop through this fucking journey. He sat down on his chair, and it squeaked, but that was to be expected for a man of his build. His dark skin looked ashy from the stress, though that may have more to do with him palming his face every so often. His cheekbones looked more pronounced than usual and so did the crease on his forehead. He was shirtless as usual but was donning a white haori along with his ceremonial hat.

"I say we should wait for our mediator to begin," added the Kazekage politely, earning a scoff from the large man. Gaara sighed, running a hand through his short auburn hair, having just taken off his hat. He was donning a more traditional Suna outfit for today's gathering that consisted of a long-sleeved crimson coat and dark trousers. Over the coat he was wearing two buckled belts, a grey vest held in place by a single strap over his left shoulder, and two buckled belts which he was using to carry his gourd.

"I agree with Kazekage-sama," added the Mizukage, vehemently against the Raikage's impudence. For a woman of her stature, she was breathtakingly beautiful with sparkling green eyes that she often used to captivate the opposite gender with. Her ankle-length, auburn hair was styled into a herringbone pattern at the back, a top-knot tied with a dark blue band, and with four bangs at the front. Her long-sleeved, dark blue dress fell just below the knees. It was a form-fitting dress, one which caught the attention of dozens of men on the journey to Hoshigakure. She was a widely-renowned flirt and she was proud of it.

The tension in the room was so thick one could almost cut it with a knife.

This tension also extended to the entourage of the gathered Kage. Naruto was on high-alert as he studied every guard in attendance. Several of them were eyeing him and his teacher, but their glares meant nothing to him because there was no one he didn't have intel on, whereas they didn't know jackshit about him. Ao had the Byakugan, Darui wielded Black Lightning, and he was more than familiar with his friends from Sunagakure.

Konoha had this in the bag.

"I'd like to begin by saying that this meeting, if successful, can change the shinobi world as we know it," spoke Sadao passionately. "Please note that violence will not be accepted here. Please respect one another and please do not speak over the other. We are here to address significant issues out amiably. With that said, who'd like to go first?"

"I'll go first," announced A, though it came to no surprise to anyone present. "Kumo has the manpower, the skills, the extensive libraries. We live up in the mountains and while living at such an altitude has its benefits, we are starting to struggle economically because of those brats from Sky."

"The Land of Sky?" queried Gaara. "Why are they causing you trouble?"

"It's how far they've gotten in technological advancement," answered the professional wrestler looking, Stone Cold Stunner looking Kage. "I don't know how it's possible, but they're causing climate change artificially through some bizarre flying saucer. One of my men shot it down and noticed that it had the Sky symbol. Any attempts to find them has resulted in failure. Has anyone experienced a similar problem with them?"

Mei was taken back with this news and shook her head. "I've never faced such a problem, Raikage-dono. Why would they be doing this?"

"The hell do I know?" replied A hotly, earning a sharp look from the woman. "The Hokage should have more of an idea about this anyway. Konoha was responsible for defeating Sky back in the Second Shinobi War, after all."

"So they're taking revenge on us by messing with Kumo?" asked Minato, bewildered. "It's been two decades since we defeated them. I genuinely did not know they had survived our attack."

Gaara also sensed the hostility and decided to pipe in. "I don't believe Konoha's actions from that far back has anything to do with what's happening now, Raikage-sama. I'm sure we can get some tracker units on the job to find Sky and take care of this mess. For all we know this isn't even an attack on Kumo."

Suddenly, the temperature in the conference center dropped. The walls started to shake, and the lights started to flicker. There was a heaviness in the air and it was clear it was artificial. Every person in the room tensed up. Ao quickly activated his Byakugan, but before he could make sense of anything, the whiskered blond in the room was already making moves.

"There's someone on the outskirts of the village charging up an attack," announced Naruto to the gathered leaders. "I'm going to deal with it."

With that, he was gone.

"Such a handsome devil…" muttered Mei under her breath. She had originally wanted to flirt with the Hokage, but she found herself wanting to get a piece of that muscular young son of his. Unfortunately, he was showing no interest in her. She would try again after this meeting. "Should we continue? Or should we step outside and watch from a distance?"

The answer was obvious.

Twenty-three miles away, Naruto came across the intruder responsible for summoning up the energy he had picked up on through his sensory abilities. She was a woman with red tresses so luscious and silky that it reminded him of his mother's hair. She was also built like a goddess, with big, juicy tits that were struggling to remain contained within her top. There was no denying that this woman was powerful. He could also sense a tremendous amount of energy from her.

The redhead looked up in surprise before sneering at him, but at no point did she stop channeling energy into the ground. This man was taller and far more muscular than the bastard Iwa held in contempt, but it was clear this wasn't the man responsible for murdering thousands of her villagers in cold blood. "Ah, the Yellow Flash's son."

"I suggest you head home…now."

Her lips twisted into a dark smirk. "Or what? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"I do," replied Naruto calmly. "You're a slut from Iwa."

She wasn't given time to clap back because the area around them started to distort. Trees started shaking as well as the ground. Rocks and pebbles started hovering in midair. The air became so dense that it became unbearable to breathe it in because the oxygen was being separated by the carbon monoxide – and the latter was on her side. She had such immense magical power that she could change the climate of a town without much effort. However, this man wasn't just changing the climate, he was exuding so much power that she was forced to slash the air with her staff.

The pressure kept spiking up, and it had become so severe now that her partner Deidara could no longer remain floating up in the sky on his clay bird. And this was just from this Konoha ninja flexing his chakra.

Who was he?

"Fuck this, un!" roared Deidara as he stretched out his fist towards Naruto.

This did nothing because the air had become so condensed that he was moving in slow motion for the whiskered blond. Ducking his head, Naruto struck him deep in the gut, his fist hitting so deep into the flesh that a glob of saliva flew out of his mouth. He then twisted his leg around, landing a successful roundhouse kick and followed that up with another kick to the face. Another kick, then a punch. The next punch was funneled with chakra. The chakra wasn't the usual blue they were all familiar with – it had a silvery outline to it.

When he swung, it was with such force that he ripped through the air while connecting the fist to Deidara's face. The wind swooshed around them as they carried the sounds of his jawbone cracking under the sheer power of his punch. Deidara hollered out as two of his teeth came shooting out of his mouth and blood streamed down his chin. Moving about was easier said than done because the gravitational pull was so immense that it was delaying his thought process. The next fist struck him in the solar plexus and from there he knew he couldn't fight this man in close combat.

He needed to get as far away as possible, as soon as possible. He's fought with the Tsuchikage—well, sparred is more like it—but not once had he felt so hopeless. This man was tossing him around like a mere child's plaything and he could do nothing but accept the beating. Using clay jutsu would've worked had his bag been on his person. Sadly for him, the bag was near the spot he had landed on. He was once again tugged by the foot, propelling him a solid three feet into the air before he got slammed back down into the ground with a thrust from those huge arms. It was with such pressure that it created a crater in the ground.

"What…in…the actual…fuck…" hissed Irene, watching on as her partner made a feeble attempt to crawl to his bag, but his assailant moved closer and closer until he was yanking the bomber up by the hair. Another hand was clutching Deidara's throat. The bomber had long since lost consciousness and was getting choked just for the fuck of it. Finally coming to terms that this man was seconds away from ending her fellow villager's life, she released as much magical energy as possible, tearing through the dense air, before charging at the blond.

"Special delivery, bitch," said Naruto as he tossed the Iwa shinobi to the woman. With a burst of speed, the clay bag was now in his possession and was then burnt to a crisp. "Even if he wakes up, Deidara is nothing without his toys. Take him and leave before I decide to kill you both."

This man not only knew who her partner was, he was also privy of his special ability of using explosive clay. Had Deidara learned that S-rank kinjutsu from their village, he wouldn't be in the situation that he is in now. She had told Onoki to let him use the technique that could allow him to gain a mouth on each palm and along his chest, but the old man outright refused. The first thing she was going to do after becoming Kage was allow her shinobi to use forbidden jutsu if she feels they can handle them. Unfortunately, Deidara was now out of commission.

Setting him down, she stared into the ocean blue orbs of her opponent. Such raw power – it was maddening. None of this was going according to plan. All of that energy she had wasted channeling was in preparation for the Universe One magic. The plan was to manipulate the geography of Hoshigakure and alter its landscape by compressing the land. From there she would send the Kage in different locations and separate them from their guards. The next step was to cast a wide-scale enchantment on them and force them to bend to her will. However, that plan had gone to shit due to the blond's interference.

Slowly, a smirk crept up to her elegant features. And just like that, the whiskered blond was placed under her enchantment. She cackled as his body started taking on a monstrous form. His face was especially looking hideous: flames pouring forth from atop his head, his teeth becoming fang-like, his upper face shadowing out with only his eyes visible as gleaming rounds. The whole point of this enchantment was to take away his intelligence and thinking, turning him into a puppet that would do as she pleased. She then forced her magical power on him, exerting as much of it as possible to break his mind.

It was all fun and games until she began coughing up blood.

A dozen kunai were digging into her back.

"W-what…the…" cursed Irene, expelling more magical energy to expel the kunai from her body. She turned around, observing that he was back to normal and not under her spell. "How did you?"

Naruto didn't respond, no longer in the mood for playtime. Putting two fingers together and resting it on his left wrist, he deactivated the second limiter on his body, summoning so much chakra that everyone in a thousand-mile radius could feel it. Despite rooting her feet, Irene was unable to withstand the energy he was outputting. Thankfully, Hoshigakure was tucked away in the middle of nowhere. The wind was scary strong now, so strong in fact that trees were getting ripped by their roots and sent flying in every which direction. Cracks were appearing all over the ground, giving the impression that it was about to split open.

Iwa's ANBU Commander swallowed a lump in her throat as Naruto kept channeling chakra, and the blue sky of a moment ago began morphing into something much more sinister. The clouds began to churn. Boiling and roiling like a vortex of hatred, they paused, and finally fused into a vast thundercloud. Thunder rumbled with a clangorous clap of fury, a electrostatic crackling charged the atmosphere, then finally an explosion of lightning-flame emblazoned the sky, scarring its darkness. It skewered through the sky and a single vein arrowed towards the whiskered shinobi. It squeaked once before rupturing, fracturing and finally electrocuting – or at least that's what should've happened. Instead, his body began absorbing the lightning's fury and scintillating brilliance. He was now standing before her as the embodiment of the Shinigami.

For the first time in her life, Irene was experiencing fear. She didn't fear her husband when he imprisoned her. She didn't fear fighting. She didn't fear killing. People used to fear her by simply being in her presence. However, this man was overpowering her magical energy to the point she was exhausting her reserves. Deciding now to take drastic measures, she went on the offensive with dragon slayer magic. The enchantment she was casting now, according to Belserion, could only be performed by an actual dragon. But over the decades through vigorous training, she was finally able to make due without the handicap.

"Deus Sema."

A colossally-sized boulder from space began heading straight for earth.

She was enchanting a meteor.

Irene watched as the blond grounded his feet, realizing the danger about to befall the village nearby. He began running through a sequence of hand-signs, none of which she was familiar with, which was odd, considering she's pretty much seen it all. A silver aura started surrounding the blond before he thrusted his hands out to the sky and from his mouth expelled such a powerful blast that it sent her skidding back about twenty feet. Sweat started dripping down her forehead from the sheer heat emitting from the humongous beam of silver chakra even from a distance. Fireworks went off upon contact and her eyes bugged out in horror when thousands of pieces of asteroid debris started floating down to the ground. This man—she wasn't sure if he was a human—had destroyed a meteor with one fucking blast. How could she have made such a grave miscalculation?

The darkness in the sky started to fade as Naruto stopped destroying the area by exerting his chakra. This was the reason why he had applied limiters on his body via fuinjutsu. At the age of ten he had so much chakra that it dwarfed the reserves of every Konoha villager put together. At thirteen years old he was capable of tearing through time and space with a full burst of his chakra. There was no telling what he was capable of now nor did he care – the shinobi life meant nothing to him. He lived and breathed for Kushina and Mikoto. He turned to the woman he had just put in her place. Running a hand through his hair, he began walking towards her, his cerulean blue orbs now interested in rearranging that pretty face.

He had the simian eyes of a demon, and they were simmering with spite as she raised her staff to defend herself. They seemed tundra-cold and merciless, two pools of chilling, draconic blue. He beckoned her to attack him and spoke with a cold, guttural accent that sent shivers down her spine. There was a gravelly aspect to it, as if stones were scraping together. His voice fitted his whiskered cheeks perfectly – this man was an Alpha.

All he did was swipe his hand and her staff broke into two halves. Another swipe and she was bleeding profusely from her left thigh – he was commanding the wind like a sword. She wasn't presented any time to react because of the lopsided grin he was directing at her, taunting her to make another move. Seeing her imminent death in his eyes, Irene shakily rose to her feet and grabbed ahold of her unconscious partner. Now that the gravitational pull wasn't fifty times greater than the earth's normal gravitational pull, she could use her ability of flight and get the fuck out of dodge. As she flew away, she casted a final gaze down at the man who had utterly humiliated her. He simply waved her off with a careless smirk before walking back in the direction of Hoshigakure. He didn't even look winded.

Iwa now had another reason to fear Konoha.

A much bigger reason.

Meanwhile, Naruto was once again entering Hoshigakure, pleased that nothing within the village had been damaged. A shadow clone of his had been setting up a fuinjutsu barrier and it had worked without fail. The Raikage, Mizukage and their entourage were gaping like fish, realizing now the kind of soldier Konoha has been keeping a secret for so long. Gaara was more familiar with Naruto's strength, though he had no idea his friend had more or less become a god. Minato was shaking in his boots, the submissive in him tingling at how dominant his master was. Jiraiya, on the other hand, was the only person who knew of his true potential.

It was all in a day's work for The Blond Mother Lover.

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Plot, erotica, a little fighting, and a fuckton of character development – this was the lengthiest chapter I've ever written. I'm absolute shit at battle scenes, but I hope you all liked it. By the way, a big, heartfelt thank you to all those who left feedback in the previous chapter.

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~ Narutoverse: Izumi Uchiha, Kaguya Otsutsuki, Kushina Uzumaki, Mikoto Uchiha, Tsunade Senju, and a potential sixth candidate (undecided if there's going to be one).

~ Crossover: Irene Belserion, Grayfia Lucifuge, Miya Asama, and a potential fourth candidate (undecided if there's going to be one).

P.S: I've responded to everyone who left feedback on the previous chapter through the site's private messaging system. Since I cannot do the same for the guests, I'll be replying to them here.

Anonymuttt, well now this is a review that can make an author's day. I appreciate your kind words and I'm pleased that you're enjoying the fic thus far. I am a big fan of the romance myself. Thanks for giving your point of view on chapter 12's reception. Thanks for the feedback!

DatBASTARDKurtis, well, bud, that's quite the name change. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed the previous chapter. Ophis is one crafty dragoness I tell ya. Kaguya is learning fast too. Thanks for the feedback!

Guest, glad you enjoyed the chapter, bud!

Guest, well, bud, you got your rare glimpse at Naruto's power. Thanks for being the inspiration behind this fight scene.

Kgkgk, I appreciate the sentiment, but this fic will only feature a double pairing of Naruto/Kushina & Naruto/Mikoto. I'm giving the harem members their screen time now to cement their backstories for the sequel. Writing this fic is not easy, and after finishing the sequel, I will not be tackling such a major project again. Thanks for the feedback.

Loveless, thank you very much, and the same to you, bud. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter because everything is slowly falling into place now. It's not a problem at all. Thank you for the feedback!

Lord harem, I am not taking harem suggestions, sorry. I appreciate the feedback, though.

Naruto, I'm glad you liked the inclusion of Irene. She sure is one hot redhead. I do understand your point of view concerning chapter 12. Thanks for the feedback.

Philerino, I'm answering you here because you have incoming PMs blocked. Thanks for the corrections. When you're editing by yourself, a couple of them can slip past you. I appreciate the kind words and I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. Realism in anime is difficult to implement, but I try to ensure that everything is as logically sound as possible. Thanks for the feedback!

TheJusticeFiend, lack of motivation is what kills authors. Oh, I have no intention of letting this become more than just a part-time thing, which is why I'm living off the feedback. I appreciate the honesty. Thank you for the feedback.