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Chapter 29: Attack of the Fox Brat

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If someone thought that I had expected Kurama to not find a way around the new rules I put her throught, then they would be wrong.

I may have been confident that most of the direct lewding had been addressed accordingly, but I knew that the fox was a relentless fighter. One that wanted one thing, and only one thing. And while I may have done well in keeping the Kyuubi at bay, I was barely prepared for her 'newest follower'.

Namikaze Mito had been missing for a while. And when I found her in my bed as I was planning to go to sleep after an intense day of work. Ruruko retreated to her room earlier in the evening with Gaara and Menma to do a sleepover, thus I didn't expect none of them to be around to hear the commotion that shortly happened.

Mito was a smug brat, I have to admit this much, but she had been as blind as Kurama with how intensely trapped my room was. I had asked Menma for help to booby-trap the entire place to allow just a handful of people in, out of fear that someone may want to invade the safety of my own bedroom.

That being said, the bed was the most dangerous threat to anyone intruding as I had predicted someone would try to 'pose' in such place to try and seduce me. This ended up giving me quite the sight as Mito was struggling against invisible restraints, growling and snarling as she couldn't pull herself away from bed. The sight itself was a mix of amusing and awkward. Mito was nude, she had foxy features and I had a feeling that she had indeed gotten transformed into a kitsune by Kurama.

Was this a blessing or a curse? The brat behaved as if it was the former than the latter.

"H-Hello Daddy."

I actually cringed as she turned to flash a nervous smile, an attempt to appear 'confident' when her entire being was not.

"Hello brat. I suppose you are here to possibly have sex with me. Take a guess what's going to happen now?"

She shivered, this was the first time we met face-to-face and she appeared a bit too smug for my liking.

"You- you are going to punish me for- for being a naughty child."

"I am going to punish you for being a brat, and then I will yank Kurama to get a round of spanking too," I remarked, knowing that the latter bit would involve getting Ruruko's attention, possibly showing her what was going on and... well, that was going to be awkward. But I could delay the spanking for the Kyuubi to the next day. "So, I hope you are ready for what's coming to you."

To her credit, Mito's brave look lasted up until she took a look at the paddle I had commissioned to handle Kurama. She gave it a look, paled a bit, and her smile fell entirely.

With acceptance failing, she backtracked to bargaining for a lenient punishment. I didn't even listen to what she had to say as I shifted her stiff body through the seals to show off her little butt.

Compared to Menma, Mito had a flat butt. Flat chest, flat butt, and a huge ego. One that I intended to handle through before letting her be taken away by Kushina... once I find a way to fix her. Can she fixed?

I didn't have a book on the matter - hell, could a cursed human turned into a Kitsune be switched back to normal? I had to ask someone. If not Kurama, then Shukako. I bet the Tanuki woman was going to be quite happy to be honest on the matter, especially since it would be her time of reckoning against the foxy one.

Nonetheless, the spanking was not delayed and, to my relief, Mito was weak to it. Her face was flushed, her cheeks reddening easily and her tail stiffly standing upright as I delivered righteous punishment that she so deserved. Hours later, I had set her in bed. She fell asleep as I sat by a nearby chair and contemplated what to do next.

I am definitely not having sex with such a troubled individual- no, a young girl. Sure, they were all getting closer to mature age by the local law but... fuck, this was a mess. I was so going to have a serious talk with Kurama and tighten her leash. One thing was to use Ruruko and coerce her lightly, another was to exploit a girl's weakened position for this.

...

I took this chance to actually leave the pizzeria and go for a walk. Nothing too crazy, but I found myself 'pulled' into trying to clear my thoughts for once after so long. My latest attempt at that had led for me to be targeted by people that wanted my company. Maybe it was because I wasn't just accustomed to handle people's problems so extensively and so frequently.

But as I sat down by the park at night, knowing some people may be around to give me grief, I knew that keeping an eye out while thinking was the best option I got for now.

And as I thought of what was to come of the future, how I was supposed to handle marriage, my adoptive daughter wanting to be intimate with me, having to deal with so many women after me and... ugh.

I know I should be grateful with how things turned to be, but I can't help but feel like... this shouldn't have been the best outcome. Did I want Ruruko to grow up into wanting to sleep with me? Did I want Itachi to want to marry me? Did I want to have... well, such a chaotic mess unfold in Konoha?

This world was just fucked.

...

"So, how long are you going to stare at me?" I asked, knowing that in a place of ninja the feeling of 'being watched' bears more than just paranoid inclinations.

And I was relieved to see that it wasn't a woman or a threat. It was... Danzou.

"I was not expecting for you to seek death like this, Jonno-san," The old man remarked and I sighed. "Alas, trying to find peace in your life could be even more difficult that that."

"I just needed to breath some fresh air," I pointed out, looking at the clouds above the skies. "Can I ask you a very awkward question about your doctrine? You know, the one about having an intelligence service under your thumb?"

The bandaged elder sat down beside me, and nodded. "Go on."

"Are you worried of what may happen to it once you are gone?" I asked, glancing to the side. "And I don't mean like being assassinated but... you are old."

There was a pause, a lengthy one. Danzou was thinking about it. Or about my motivations. Or perhaps he too needed to rest for a moment.

"...I am constantly worried of that possibility. While it is true that we managed to subvert Minato's dangerous rule, it is... fair to know that ROOT will collapse once I am gone. I have not prepared an heir for it-"

"And please don't think of me as a choice," I added bemusingly. "I don't need that too."

He snorted. "ROOT is... I wanted it to be the successor to ANBU. To be a replacement to the old-fashioned secret organization. To be more active, to be more... unleashed. But Orochisumi will include it in ANBU once I am gone, and I doubt that most of its rules shall remain."

"Sometimes for good, other times for bad, I suppose."

He hummed and... we sat there for a while. Nothing was said, or done. It was just a moment to spend some time away from the burdening business waiting back to our respective homes. If Danzou's cult-agency can be called as such.

Still, it was nice to catch a break as...

The wedding was just around the corner, and I had to rehearse speeches, rites, and what not to be ready for it.

AN

Next time, a few girls abuse the situation to land some wedding-like scenarios during the preparations. After all, with Itachi busy, Jonno has to exercise with someone else. What if it was multiple of those?