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Chapter 6: The Obsession Deepens
Morning at Kushina's Apartment
The soft rays of morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the bedroom. A red-haired beauty lay sprawled across the bed, the thin sheet barely covering her curves.
Kushina Uzumaki stirred.
Her crimson locks spilled over the pillow as she stretched her toned body, arching her back with a lazy sigh.
"Another day."
She sat up, running a hand through her wild red hair, her fingers tracing down her collarbone to her chest. The sensation made her shiver, but her mind wasn't on herself—
It was on Naruto.
A slow smirk crept onto her lips. "Did he do it?"
Today was the deadline for the case.
Today was the day Naruto was supposed to expose Orochimaru and his entire operation.
But she hadn't heard from him in two days.
She knew why.
He was too focused, too lost in his work.
She hadn't called him. She didn't want to interrupt.
And yet, she felt proud.
Proud of herself.
Proud of what she had done to him.
Once upon a time, Naruto had been a different man.
Shy. Soft. Emotional.
But now?
Now, he was becoming something else.
Something cold. Detached. Hungry.
A man worthy of being hers.
Kushina let out a breathy chuckle, feeling a surge of excitement run through her. "He's breaking free."
Her fingers absentmindedly traced over the curve of her breast, her grip tightening for a moment as she imagined what was to come.
Soon, he'll be mine.
Her lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Soon, I'll have him as my own… my personal servant."
A sharp laugh escaped her lips as she threw the sheets aside, her bare legs stretching out onto the cool floor.
The thought sent a thrill through her veins.
With a flick of her wrist, she reached for her robe and headed to the bathroom.
Today would be a good day.
Naruto: The Sleepless Hunter
Naruto hadn't slept.
Not once in two days.
His body was running on sheer willpower, adrenaline, and caffeine. His hair was messier than usual, strands sticking to his forehead from sweat.
His eyes were sharp. Focused. Deadly.
Last night, he had spent hours reviewing the recordings, gathering all the evidence.
Orochimaru's voice.
The gunshot that killed Ryuzen.
The entire drug trade being exposed in real time.
Naruto had it all.
Now, all he had to do was deliver it.
Sitting in his dimly lit apartment, he stared at his phone, fingers lightly brushing the screen.
A photo of Ino.
She was smiling—bright, beautiful, full of life.
Naruto's chest tightened.
"Ino… I love you."
The words left his lips in a whisper, but there was no one to hear them.
With a deep breath, he shoved the phone into his pocket and stood up, rolling his shoulders.
Today was judgment day.
He grabbed his jacket, stepped outside, and swung his leg over his motorcycle.
The engine roared to life, and as he sped off toward the police station, he muttered under his breath—
"Time to end this."
Hinata's Secret Cravings
Across the city, another woman was starting her day.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom as steam curled around the air, clinging to the mirror in a hazy fog.
Hinata Hyuga stepped out of the shower, dripping wet.
Her violet eyes glowed in the dim light, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she reached for a towel.
"Men these days…"
She let out a small, amused hum as she patted her smooth, flawless skin dry.
They were so predictable.
So easily controlled.
Hinata wrapped the towel around herself, hugging her curves, and walked into her bedroom.
Her eyes drifted toward her closet as she bit her lip, contemplating her outfit for the day.
Something tight. Something short. Something that would drive men crazy.
Her fingers traced over the fabric of a black pair of shorts.
Perfect.
She pulled them on, fastening the button before reaching for a matching black bra.
As she adjusted the straps, she smirked at her reflection.
"I really am perfect, aren't I?"
A soft giggle escaped her lips.
Then, she stretched her arms above her head, rolling her hips as she admired herself.
Flawless.
Her gaze grew distant, her smirk fading slightly.
"Still… when will I find it?"
Her amusement wavered, replaced by a flicker of something deeper.
A craving. A hunger. A need.
Something more.
She had been with men before.
Plenty.
But none of them had ever truly satisfied her.
None of them had ever made her feel the way she wanted.
Her fingers traced down her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her shorts.
"Tch… all of them are the same."
Her head tilted slightly.
Her lips curled again.
"But maybe… maybe today will be different."
Maybe today, she would finally find what she was looking for.
With one last glance at her reflection, she grabbed her phone and stepped out into the city.
The atmosphere inside the police station was tense.
Naruto Uzumaki had finally arrived, his body exhausted but his mind sharp as a blade. He pushed open the heavy doors, stepping into the dimly lit interrogation chamber where everything would be decided.
At the long, dark table, three figures sat waiting for him.
Tsunade Senju –
Jiraiya –
Orochimaru –
Naruto could already feel the weight of Orochimaru's gaze on him, like a predator sizing up its prey.
He smirked.
Let's see who eats who, snake.
The Opening Move
Tsunade leaned forward, tapping her manicured nails against the table impatiently.
"So? Did you do it, brat?"
Naruto met her gaze with calm confidence.
With one smooth motion, he placed a thick file of documents on the table.
"Of course I did."
Jiraiya's eyes widened slightly. "You're serious?"
Naruto's smirk widened. "I don't joke, old man."
Tsunade let out a low whistle. "Well, damn. Looks like you're not just a pretty face."
Orochimaru, who had been silent so far, finally spoke.
His voice was silky, smooth, and venomous.
"And… you are?"
Jiraiya turned to him. "This is Naruto Uzumaki. Former lawyer, turned private investigator. He applied to work under me."
Orochimaru's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh? A lawyer playing detective? How amusing."
Naruto tilted his head. "And a police chief playing criminal. Equally amusing."
For the first time, a shadow of annoyance flickered across Orochimaru's face.
Jiraiya coughed to hide a smirk. "Alright, Naruto. Tell us what you found."
Naruto leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles lazily.
"First, let's talk about the missing person. Takishi Arakawa."
The First Strike – Questioning Orochimaru
Naruto's voice was sharp, cutting.
"Orochimaru, where were you on the night of Arakawa's disappearance?"
The question was casual, but there was a deadly undertone to it.
Orochimaru blinked, then chuckled.
"Oh, is that what this is about? You think I, the head of intelligence, am involved in such a trivial case?"
"Answer the question." Naruto's tone hardened.
Orochimaru clicked his tongue and sighed dramatically. "Fine. That night, I was at a private charity event hosted by the Konoha Business Council. Plenty of witnesses."
Naruto nodded. "Interesting. What time did the event end?"
"Around midnight."
Naruto's eyes glinted. "And after that?"
Orochimaru's smile never wavered. "I went home, of course. Alone."
"No witnesses?"
Orochimaru's golden eyes narrowed slightly. "I do not need an alibi. I am the head of intelligence, not a suspect in some childish investigation."
"I see," Naruto said, his voice almost bored.
But inside?
He had him.
The Second Strike – The Contradictions
Naruto flipped through his file, tapping a paper.
"You say you were at a charity event. Yet, the event organizer's statement says you left an hour early. Why?"
Orochimaru's expression flickered for a fraction of a second.
"Ah, I wasn't feeling well. Had a headache."
"So you went home early?"
"Yes."
Naruto smirked. "Strange. Because according to the CCTV footage from the traffic cameras, your car didn't go home."
Orochimaru's fingers tightened slightly on the table.
Tsunade raised an eyebrow. "Where did he go, then?"
Naruto leaned forward. "That's the question, isn't it?"
The Mind Game – Pressing Harder
Naruto didn't let up.
His voice was relentless, pressing, digging.
"You were seen near the docks that night. Why?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Do you know a man named Ryuzen Kurogane?"
Orochimaru's lips curled slightly. "Vaguely. A businessman, if I recall."
"He was found dead last night."
For the first time, a small crack appeared in Orochimaru's mask.
A flicker of surprise—then it was gone.
"How unfortunate."
"You knew him, didn't you?"
"Many people know me, Uzumaki."
"Did he work for you?"
A long silence.
"You should be careful, boy," Orochimaru finally said, his voice soft but threatening. "You're making dangerous accusations."
"I deal with facts, not accusations," Naruto shot back. "Let's try another question. Do you have any connection to the Black Serpents Syndicate?"
Jiraiya stiffened.
Tsunade narrowed her eyes.
Orochimaru chuckled. "That's a serious accusation. A criminal syndicate? My, my. Where do you get these ideas?"
"Oh, just connecting the dots."
Naruto stood up, placing both hands on the table, staring him down.
"Tell me, Orochimaru… how many bodies have you buried for them?"
Silence.
The room grew colder.
Orochimaru's golden eyes locked onto Naruto's.
And for the first time… the snake felt cornered.
The Final Move – But Not the End
Tsunade finally spoke, her tone deadly serious.
"This isn't a joke, Orochimaru. If there's proof, I will personally ensure you rot in a cell."
Orochimaru let out a slow breath and then…
He laughed.
A low, amused, dangerous laugh.
"You're a sharp one, Uzumaki. But tell me… do you have proof?"
Naruto's smirk didn't waver.
Not yet.
"I'm working on it," he said simply.
Orochimaru tilted his head.
Then, with a smirk, he leaned back in his chair, completely at ease.
"Then I suggest you find some, before you get yourself killed."
Naruto didn't blink.
Because he had already won this round.
The room was thick with tension.
Orochimaru was already halfway to the door, his movements slow, deliberate—as if he had nothing to fear.
But Naruto wasn't letting him walk away.
With one swift motion, he pulled out the police-issued firearm from his belt and aimed it directly at Orochimaru's back.
"Stay right where you are."
The sound of the gun being cocked cut through the silence like a knife.
The Moment of Shock
Tsunade's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Have you lost your damn mind, brat?! Put that down!"
Jiraiya, leaning back in his chair, simply watched. His expression unreadable.
Orochimaru, however, did not flinch.
Instead, he turned his head slightly, a mocking smirk curling on his lips.
"My, my… quite the reckless move, wouldn't you say?"
His golden eyes flickered with something dark, something amused.
"You do realize who you're pointing that at, don't you, Uzumaki?"
His voice was calm, almost lazy.
"I am the head of intelligence. You, on the other hand, are a disgraced lawyer barely scraping by as a private investigator.
He took a slow step forward, his voice dropping to a silky whisper.
"Tell me… do you know the penalty for aiming a firearm at someone like me?"
Naruto didn't waver. His grip on the gun was steady, firm.
And then—
"And do you know the penalty for drug trafficking, witness tampering, and first-degree murder?"
Orochimaru's smirk froze.
For the first time, a crack appeared in his perfect facade.
The Accusation – No More Lies
Naruto took a step forward, the gun still raised.
"You smuggled drugs through Konoha's underground channels."
"You orchestrated the murder of Takishi Arakawa, making it look like he simply disappeared."
"You worked alongside Ryuzen Kurogane, covering up his crimes."
"And when he became a liability, you killed him yourself."
Each accusation hit like a bullet.
Jiraiya's gaze sharpened, while Tsunade's fist clenched on the table.
Orochimaru simply watched.
Then—he chuckled.
A soft, eerie sound.
"What bold claims. Got any proof, detective?"
Naruto let out a deep sigh.
"I thought you'd say that."
The Final Move – The Unveiling
With his free hand, Naruto reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote control.
Orochimaru's smile faltered.
Click.
The massive screen behind Tsunade's desk flickered to life.
The room went dead silent.
And then—
The recording played.
The Evidence – Caught in 4K
The footage was clear.
A dark warehouse. A hidden camera angle. Orochimaru standing before Ryuzen Kurogane, gun in hand.
The sound of a gunshot.
Blood.
The body dropping to the ground.
And then—Orochimaru's voice, smooth and merciless.
"That was the last loose end. Move the money."
The video continued—showing his men hauling bags of cash into unmarked trucks.
Then, another cut.
A different recording.
Orochimaru sitting in his office, speaking on the phone.
"Make sure Takishi Arakawa never speaks again. I don't care how."
Second voice: "Understood, Chief. We'll take care of him."
Click.
The video ended.
The Silence Before the Storm
Orochimaru stood still.
For the first time, his smile was completely gone.
Jiraiya let out a slow breath. "Damn."
Tsunade's nails dug into the desk as she stared at the screen.
Then—her voice, low and dangerous.
"Explain this, Orochimaru."
Orochimaru remained calm.
Too calm.
And then, to their shock—he smiled.
A slow, eerie, almost admiring smile.
"Well… looks like I've been caught."
He turned his gaze to Naruto, golden eyes glittering with something unreadable.
"I must say, you're better than I expected. Not bad, Uzumaki."
The Arrest – The End of the Game
Tsunade had heard enough.
She reached for her intercom, pressing the call button.
"All available officers—get in here. Now."
Within seconds, the doors burst open.
Five heavily armed officers stormed the room.
Orochimaru simply stood still, hands casually in his pockets.
Even as guns were aimed at him.
Even as handcuffs snapped around his wrists.
He never lost his smile.
As they dragged him toward the door, he glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with Naruto one last time.
And then—he whispered:
"This isn't over, Uzumaki."
Naruto didn't blink.
Didn't flinch.
"Oh, I know."
And with that—
Orochimaru was taken away.
The echoes of Orochimaru's footsteps had long since faded, but the tension in the air remained.
Naruto stood still, his heart hammering in his chest.
The weight of what had just happened finally crashed down on him.
He had done it.
He had exposed one of the most corrupt figures in Konoha's intelligence division.
He had taken down Orochimaru.
And yet—his hands were still shaking.
His breath was shallow.
The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins.
Jiraiya Watches – A Rare Smile
Across the room, Jiraiya sat, arms crossed, watching Naruto carefully.
A rare expression on his face—one of admiration.
The kid had done it.
No tricks. No cheap moves.
Just pure skill, determination, and guts.
Jiraiya let out a slow exhale and shook his head with a smile.
"Damn, brat… you actually pulled it off."
Tsunade's Approval – A Historic Moment
Naruto turned, still feeling lightheaded, only to see Tsunade walking toward him.
There was something…different about her expression.
For the first time in a long time, she was smiling.
Not the smirk of a commanding officer.
Not the usual smirk of a woman who had seen too much of the world.
No—this was something else.
Something real.
And then—
"Well done, Naruto."
Her voice was soft, warm.
But there was an undeniable strength behind it.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.
Naruto blinked. Was she really… praising him?
A Praise No One Had Ever Heard Before
Tsunade took a deep breath and said:
"No one in this department has ever succeeded in this job interview before."
Naruto froze.
Jiraiya's eyes widened slightly, his amusement deepening.
Naruto stared at her, confused. "What… do you mean?"
Tsunade chuckled, crossing her arms.
"This isn't just about cracking a case, brat.
It's about exposing something bigger than just one crime."
She leaned in, voice dropping slightly.
"For years, there's been corruption in this department.
No one has ever dared to bring it to light—until you."
Her golden-brown eyes locked onto his.
"You didn't just solve a case, Naruto. You tore apart a system built on lies."
"You forced this city to look at its own rot."
"And for that… you deserve this job more than anyone before you."
The words hit hard.
For a moment, Naruto didn't know what to say.
His chest felt tight.
He had been fighting for so long.
For recognition. For respect. For a place where he belonged.
And now—
For the first time in his life—
Someone was looking at him not as a failure, not as an outsider.
But as a damn hero.
A Shocking Gesture – Tsunade's Unexpected Move
Before Naruto could react, Tsunade suddenly stepped forward.
And—
Pulled him into a tight embrace.
Naruto's entire body locked up.
"W-Wha—?!"
His mind short-circuited.
Because—
He could feel it.
Tsunade's legendary chest—pressing against him.
Soft. Heavy. Warm.
Bigger than Kushina's for sure.
And Kushina's was already… well… big.
Naruto swallowed hard.
His arms were stuck in the air, unsure if he should return the hug or just… stay frozen.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya was grinning ear to ear.
"Oh-ho~ Now that's a rare sight."
Tsunade smirked, tightening her grip for just a second.
And then—she pulled back, her hands resting on Naruto's shoulders.
Her golden eyes burned into his.
And then—
She leaned in—
And pressed a kiss to his forehead.
The Reward – A Shocking Offer
Naruto felt his entire brain melt.
"D-Did you just…?"
Tsunade pulled back, her smirk widening.
"You deserve it, detective."
Jiraiya chuckled, shaking his head.
"Damn, kid, first she hugs you, now she's kissing you? You're getting all the rewards today."
Naruto rubbed the back of his head, still processing what just happened.
But then—
Tsunade tilted her head slightly, giving him a mischievous look.
"Actually… I was thinking of giving you something even more valuable."
Naruto blinked. "Huh?"
Tsunade smirked. "A night with me."
Silence.
Naruto's entire body went stiff.
Jiraiya choked on his own spit.
"WHAT?!"
Tsunade laughed, her voice rich with amusement.
"Relax, brat. I'm joking."
Jiraiya dramatically held his chest. "Damn, Tsunade, don't scare me like that! You haven't even done that with me in years!"
Tsunade shrugged, grinning.
Then—she pulled something from behind her back.
A small box.
"Close your eyes, Naruto."
Still suspicious, Naruto hesitated before finally shutting them.
A moment later—something was placed into his hands.
"Open them."
Slowly—he lifted the lid.
His breath hitched.
Inside—
Was a golden badge.
Shining. Polished.
The symbol of the Konoha Detective Division.
And engraved on it—
Detective Naruto Uzumaki.
A Moment of Silence – Naruto's Future Begins
Naruto stared at the badge.
The weight of it in his hands felt unreal.
That was it. He was no longer a waite
wasn't just an ordinary person struggling for a living. .
He was now—
Detective Uzumaki.
Officially.
A mix of emotions swirled inside him.
Pride. Shock. Disbelief.
But above all—
Relief.
He had made it.
He had finally made it.
The Final Words – A New Path
Naruto looked up, his grip tightening around the badge.
"Thank you."
Tsunade smirked. "You earned it, brat."
Jiraiya leaned back, nodding. "Welcome to the real world, kid."
Naruto took a deep breath—
And turned toward the door.
As he walked away—his legs nearly gave out.
He stumbled slightly on the way out.
Jiraiya burst into laughter.
Tsunade chuckled, shaking her head.
"Idiot."
Jiraiya watched Naruto disappear down the hall.
And then—
He smirked.
"That kid… he's something special."
Tsunade just smiled.
The apartment was silent, save for the quiet rustling of papers.
Naruto sat at his small wooden desk, fingers idly flipping through an old legal case file.
His sharp blue eyes weren't really reading.
Instead, they were staring at the photograph resting on the corner of the desk.
A single, cherished image.
Ino.
Her soft smile frozen in time, her bright eyes staring back at him.
Naruto let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I did it, Ino."
His voice was barely a whisper.
His fingers traced the edge of the frame.
"I actually did it."
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Naruto's entire body jerked.
A loud, rapid knocking at the door snapped him out of his thoughts.
Before he could even stand up properly—
The door swung open.
And then—
A red-haired hurricane crashed into him.
Kushina's Wild Entrance
"NARUTOOOOOOO!"
Naruto barely had time to react before a pair of arms wrapped around him, crushing him in an iron grip.
His feet left the ground for a second as the force of the impact sent him stumbling backward.
Soft. Warm. A lot of pressure.
Naruto's brain short-circuited.
"W-What the hell—?!"
Kushina buried her face against his neck, her voice muffled but giddy.
"You did it! You finally did it!"
Her arms tightened.
Her entire body pressed against his.
Naruto's eyes widened.
Her breasts—
They were squished against his chest.
And they were… very, very there.
Naruto felt heat rise up his neck.
"Oi, Kushina—let me go—!"
Instead of listening, Kushina hugged him even tighter.
Naruto swore he heard his ribs creak.
The Celebration Begins
"You're officially the fourth detective of Konoha's intelligence division!"
Her voice was practically singing with excitement.
Naruto struggled to breathe. "Y-Yeah—!"
"That's incredible!"
She finally pulled back— only to grab his face between both hands.
Her red nails lightly scraped his cheeks as she forced him to look at her.
Her golden-brown eyes sparkled.
"We have to celebrate! I won't take no for an answer!"
Before Naruto could even process her words, Kushina suddenly pulled her hoodie off.
His breath caught in his throat.
Underneath—was an incredibly tight, dangerously low-cut dress.
It was black—elegant but insanely revealing.
Thin straps clung to her shoulders, barely holding up the fabric that struggled to contain her bust.
The silky material hugged every curve.
Her waist looked impossibly small.
Her hips—
Naruto blinked twice.
Her hips were insane.
His eyes flickered down—
And that's when he saw it.
The fabric barely covered her thighs.
Long, toned, smooth legs stretched out, making her look like a goddess that had stepped straight out of a magazine.
Naruto swallowed hard.
"Why the hell are you dressed like that?!"
Kushina grinned, twirling in place.
"You like it?"
She leaned in slightly, tilting her head.
"I wanted to surprise you, so I put on something… fitting for the occasion."
Naruto rubbed his temples.
"You're insane."
Kushina smirked, hands on her hips.
"And you love it."
Kushina plopped herself down onto the couch, crossing her legs.
The dress rode up just enough to make Naruto's brain short-circuit again.
She patted the seat next to her.
"Come sit."
Naruto hesitated.
"I'm good standing."
Kushina arched an eyebrow.
"Sit, detective."
Naruto sighed.
He finally walked over and sat—
Only for Kushina to slide closer.
Her arm casually draped around his shoulders.
Naruto stiffened. "What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable."
"You're literally crushing me."
Kushina laughed, pressing against him more.
Her thigh was now flush against his.
Her chest barely inches from his arm.
Naruto felt himself break into a light sweat.
This woman…
She was dangerous.
"Well?"
Naruto blinked. "Well, what?"
Kushina smirked. "What are you making me for dinner?"
Naruto groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"You barge in here like a lunatic, suffocate me, tease me, and now you want me to cook for you?"
Kushina grinned.
"Obviously."
Naruto stared at her.
Then—
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"Fine. I'll make something fitting for royalty."
Kushina's eyes sparkled. "Ooooh~ I like the sound of that."
Naruto stood up, rolling his shoulders.
"You better. 'Cause after tonight, you'll never forget my cooking, you damn tomato."
Kushina gasped dramatically.
"Tomato?! You mean a beautiful, juicy tomato, right?"
Naruto chuckled, walking toward the kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah… sure."
Kushina grinned.
Tonight was going to be very interesting.
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of chopsticks clicking against a plate and the occasional moan of delight.
Kushina sat cross-legged on Naruto's couch, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders as she devoured the meal in front of her.
"Oh my god—Naruto, this is incredible."
She stuffed another bite into her mouth, chewing with satisfaction.
Naruto leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching her with mild amusement.
Kushina's eyes fluttered closed as she took another mouthful, her expression almost sinful.
"I can't stop—" she groaned between bites, "this is too good."
Naruto smirked slightly. "You eat like her."
Kushina paused mid-bite. "Huh?"
Naruto shook his head, his voice quieter. "Ino. You eat just like Ino."
Kushina blinked, then swallowed her food. "Oh."
For the first time since she barged in, she looked at him with something other than mischief.
A flicker of understanding.
A quiet moment passed between them.
Then, she grinned again.
"Well, I can see why you liked her then! She had great taste!"
She raised another bite to her lips, winking.
Naruto sighed, shaking his head as he gathered the empty plates. "You're impossible."
Naruto stood at the sink, cleaning up, his mind drifting.
Memories of Ino lingered.
How she used to sit at that exact same couch, laughing at his cooking.
How she used to tease him when he'd get too serious.
But she was gone.
And now, here was Kushina.
Different—yet similar.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of fabric sliding against skin.
Naruto froze.
He turned his head—
And nearly dropped the dish in his hand.
Kushina was standing there, her dress pooled at her feet.
She was now only in a black lace bra and a dangerously tight pair of shorts.
Naruto's brain short-circuited.
His eyes traveled over the smooth curves of her stomach, the way her toned thighs pressed together, the sheer size of her chest barely restrained by the fabric of her bra.
She stretched her arms over her head, completely at ease. "Much better."
Naruto whipped back around to face the sink. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Relax, detective." Her voice was teasing.
"I just don't like sleeping in fancy clothes. It's not like I'm naked."
Naruto could feel her smirk.
He let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "You're insane."
Ignoring his reaction, Kushina casually wandered into the next room.
She leaned over his desk, her fingers tracing the edge of a photograph.
A beautiful blonde woman smiled back at her.
Ino.
Kushina picked up the frame, studying the picture. "She's beautiful."
Naruto dried his hands, stepping into the room. "I know."
Kushina hummed softly, eyes still on the picture. "You chose well. I, on the other hand… not so much."
Naruto leaned against the doorframe. "You told me before. You've been married three times."
Kushina snorted. "Yeah. First guy? Total narcissist. Spent more time in brothels than at home."
Naruto frowned. "That's rough."
"Second guy?" Kushina made a face. "Let's just say he wasn't exactly... skilled in certain areas."
Naruto coughed, looking away. "Didn't need that detail."
Kushina chuckled. "And the third… well."
She paused.
Naruto noticed the shift in her expression. A rare moment of hesitation.
"Something happened, didn't it?"
Kushina's fingers clenched around the frame for a second.
Then, she exhaled and set it down. "I'll tell you another time."
Naruto didn't push. "Fair enough."
She turned to him, the mischief creeping back into her eyes. "But right now…"
She took a slow step forward.
Kushina stood right in front of him now.
Her scent—warm, like cinnamon and something intoxicating— filled his senses.
"I'm in your house, detective."
She leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Why don't we make use of this opportunity?"
Naruto's jaw tightened. "What do you mean?"
Kushina grabbed his wrist.
And guided his hand.
Directly to her chest.
Naruto's entire body tensed.
The softness, the warmth—
Kushina exhaled near his ear. "Let's enjoy ourselves."
Naruto snatched his hand away. "No."
Kushina clicked her tongue. "Playing hard to get?"
She took his hand again—
And this time, pressed it lower.
Right between her thighs.
Even through the fabric of her shorts, Naruto could feel her heat.
His breathing hitched.
Kushina smirked. "I can see why she loved you. You're rare, Naruto. Most men wouldn't hesitate."
Naruto pulled back again. "I'm not most men."
Kushina let out a soft laugh. "No, you're not."
She stepped back.
Her eyes gleamed with amusement.
"That's why I like you."
Naruto exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You're impossible."
Kushina winked. "And you love it."
Naruto sat on the couch, rubbing his temples. "You're a menace."
Kushina plopped down beside him, stretching lazily. "I know."
She turned her head, watching him.
"But soon, detective…"
She smirked.
"You won't be able to resist me forever."
Naruto let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
And he wasn't sure if he hated it.
The bedroom was dimly lit, a faint glow from the city outside seeping through the curtains.
Kushina stretched out on Naruto's bed, her fiery red hair sprawled across the pillows.
She let out a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, your bed is ridiculously comfortable, Naruto."
Naruto, standing at the door, crossed his arms. "Glad you like it."
He turned to leave.
But before he could take another step, a firm grip latched onto his wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Kushina's voice was low, teasing.
Naruto glanced down at her. "To sleep. Couch. Other room. Anywhere but here."
Kushina laughed—deep, sultry.
"No, no, no. You're sleeping here."
Naruto blinked. "What?"
Kushina smirked, tugging on his wrist. "You heard me. You're sleeping beside me."
"That's a terrible idea."
"No, it's the first step."
Naruto frowned. "Step toward what?"
Kushina sat up, pulling him closer.
Their faces were inches apart now.
"Getting closer to me."
Before he could react, she pressed her lips to his—
Soft.
Warm.
Dangerously familiar.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat.
For the third time that night, he felt her lips moving against his, slow and deliberate.
Memories of Ino flooded his mind.
The way she used to kiss him like this.
The way she used to whisper his name right before falling asleep in his arms.
Kushina broke the kiss, watching him closely.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Naruto was silent.
Kushina smiled knowingly, tugging him again—this time, onto the bed.
"Come on, detective. Get in."
Before he could argue, she pulled him down beside her.
Naruto lay stiffly on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Kushina, on the other hand, made herself comfortable.
She turned onto her side, pressing against him.
Her warmth seeped into his skin.
Then—
She slid her arms around him, pulling him in.
Naruto tensed. "What are you—"
"Shhh."
She buried his face between her breasts, holding him close.
Naruto's mind went blank.
The softness—
The scent of her hair—
The way her heartbeat thrummed beneath his ear—
It was too much.
Kushina chuckled. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little cuddling?"
Naruto exhaled sharply. "You're insane."
Kushina smirked.
"Am I?"
Her fingers trailed through his hair.
For the first time in years, Naruto wasn't alone in bed.
And it terrified him.
Because it felt… familiar.
Kushina's voice was a soft whisper.
"Can you feel it?"
She kissed him again—slow, lingering.
Naruto's eyes fluttered shut.
Memories of Ino.
The way she used to hold him.
The way she used to say…
"Goodnight, my love."
Kushina whispered against his lips—
"Goodnight, my love."
And with that, she reached over and turned off the light.
Naruto lay there, wrapped in her warmth.
For the first time in years—
He wasn't sure if he wanted to pull away.
Meanwhile… Across the City
The sound of a door slamming shut.
Hinata stood in the dimly lit apartment, her eyes gleaming.
Behind her, a man smirked. "You're something else, Hinata."
His hands slid down her waist.
Hinata let out a soft laugh. "Am I?"
His fingers trailed over her curves, pressing her against the wall.
"Damn right. I've been wanting this for so long—"
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
Hinata let him.
For now.
She let him think he was in control.
She let his hands wander.
But deep down—
She was already bored.
His lips moved down her neck, his hands gripping her.
So predictable.
Just like the others.
When he pulled back, breathless and eager, she tilted her head.
"Show me."
The man grinned, reaching for his belt.
Within seconds, he was completely exposed.
Hinata's eyes lowered.
Then—
She sighed.
"Just like the others."
The man blinked. "What?"
Hinata grabbed him—tightly.
His breath hitched.
Hinata leaned in, whispering against his ear.
"You men are all the same."
The man barely had time to process the words before everything went black
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