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Chapter Eighteen :Hinata vs Kushina
"You Are Kushina"
The beeping of the hospital monitors was slow, steady, almost cruel in its calmness. Kushina sat beside Naruto's hospital bed, her fingers gently brushing the back of his hand, her head bowed. Her fiery red hair was tied back, but loose strands fell across her face as she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly to his forehead.
He didn't stir. His chest rose and fell faintly beneath the white sheets, pale skin bandaged across his ribs and arms, the aftermath of the brutal shootout with Hidan still fresh in every inch of his body. His face was peaceful—too peaceful.
Kushina let out a soft sigh and whispered, "Why did you work in this job, Naruto? Why didn't you come with me?" Her voice cracked with a whisper of pain. "It would have been better for you… and for me too."
The silence answered her, empty and sterile.
She stood slowly, reluctant, brushing her hand one last time across his knuckles before pulling on her jacket. "I'll be right back… I'm just getting coffee." Her voice was low, more to herself than to him.
She walked out of the room, heels tapping faintly against the polished hospital floor, heading toward the vending machines in the hallway outside the ICU wing.
The scent of disinfectant and burnt coffee filled her senses, and the cold chill of worry clung to her skin like fog. Her fingers reached for the cup button when—
"Kushina?"
That voice.
She froze.
Slowly, Kushina turned her head to the side, her breath catching in her throat.
There she stood. Hinata Hoga. Wearing a tight, body-hugging black dress that accentuated every sinful curve she possessed. Her long violet hair cascaded around her shoulders, eyes glinting with mischief and cruelty. Her lips curled into a playful, venom-laced smile.
"Oh, Kushina," Hinata said, her tone mockingly sweet. "What a surprise. Is Naruto inside?"
Kushina's eyes narrowed. Her fingers clenched into fists by her sides. "What do you want from him, you rapist?" she snapped, voice low and sharp.
Hinata let out a soft, wicked laugh. "My, my… still angry about that? Honestly, I just came to check on him. Maybe have a little fun." She stepped closer, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. "I want to love him, and I want him to love me too."
Kushina's lips curled into a snarl. "Really? He loves me. He didn't love someone like you. You forced yourself on him while he was vulnerable."
Hinata's gaze didn't waver. Her smile widened. "And? I don't care. I'll make him have sex with me every time if I want. Don't get so worked up, Kushina."
Kushina lunged forward, grabbing Hinata by the throat with both hands and slamming her against the vending machine. "Stay away from him, you sick bitch! He is mine!"
Hinata didn't struggle. She smirked even as the pressure around her neck tightened. "To you?" she hissed with a twisted grin. "He's not yours. I've loved him since he was a child. I watched him all those years. I waited until he married that blonde bimbo Ino—and now she's dead. Now I'll take what I deserve."
Kushina's grip faltered, trembling with rage. "You're insane."
Hinata approached, her voice low and angry. "I don't mind you being a part of his life, Kushina. We could even get married, you and me. Share him. But understand this—I've had an experience. And I won't give it up. He has satisfied me completely... even if he doesn't know."
Kushina gasped in horror.
Hinata laughed again. "And if you do anything to get in my way? I'll leak the videos. The ones you know I have. Of me and him. Having rough sex. Public, private, doesn't matter. Once they're out, his reputation is ruined. He'll lose his job. His license. His life. And how will you feel, Kushina… knowing you let that happen?"
Kushina's voice trembled with fury. "You… you whore."
Hinata swatted Kushina's hands off her neck, fixing her dress with deliberate elegance. She gave a wicked smile. "Of course I am. Shameful and proud." She winked. "A whore with power. And now…"
She turned on her heel, heels clicking against the tile, and began walking toward Naruto's room.
Kushina stormed after her, panic and rage warping her breath. "You don't get to go near him!"
Hinata opened the door, stepped inside without fear. She stood by Naruto's bed and looked down at his sleeping form, brushing her fingers across his cheek.
Kushina froze in the doorway, heart pounding. Her nails dug into her palms.
Hinata looked over her shoulder and smiled. "I'll come again. And next time, I'll have sex with him right in front of you."
Kushina's vision blurred with fury. "You… monster."
Hinata strolled past her without another word, perfume trailing in her wake. Her wicked laughter echoed down the hallway.
Kushina stood still, breathing hard, knuckles white, rage boiling in her blood.
"Shame," she whispered. "You are shame."
She walked back into the room, her hand clutching Naruto's limp fingers again, and sat down beside him—silent, burning, and afraid of what Hinata would do next.
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Naruto's vision was hazy as he blinked several times, his mind struggling to process the flood of bright lights illuminating the sterile white walls around him. His body felt heavy, almost as if he had been submerged in deep water for hours. A dull ache pulsed through his limbs, a distant reminder of whatever had led him to this place.
Before he could fully register his surroundings, he heard a sharp gasp, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. A familiar presence rushed toward him, and suddenly, warmth enveloped his chest. Soft, trembling arms wrapped around him tightly, and a head of vibrant red hair pressed against his shoulder. A delicate, sweet scent filled his nostrils, and he knew immediately who it was.
"Kushina…" he murmured, his voice hoarse from disuse.
"You idiot!" Kushina sobbed, her voice thick with emotion as she clung to him. "You scared me! Do you have any idea how terrified I was?!"
Her chest pressed firmly against his, her body quivering as she held onto him as if he would disappear if she let go. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his own, and the heat of her breath against his neck.
Before he could say anything, Kushina suddenly pulled back slightly, her hands cupping his face. Her deep, tear-filled eyes burned into his, filled with raw relief and frustration.
"Shut up," she muttered before leaning in and capturing his lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Naruto's breath hitched at the unexpected contact. Her lips were warm and demanding, moving against his with urgency, as if she needed to confirm that he was really here, really alive. He barely had time to react before she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. His mind was still reeling when, without warning, the door swung open.
"Naruto! You're awake!"
A voice broke through the heated moment, and Naruto barely had time to process before he was engulfed in another tight embrace. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a crushing hug. It was Shino, his old friend, holding onto him as if afraid he would vanish.
Kushina stiffened instantly, her expression shifting from relief to irritation as she watched the interruption. Her lips pursed, her fists clenching at her sides.
"Shino," she said sharply. "He's my love too. I want a moment with him."
Shino blinked and then, as if realizing what he had walked in on, quickly pulled back with an apologetic nod. "Sorry. The important thing is that you're safe."
Naruto sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "Thanks, Shino."
After a moment, Shino gave Naruto one last glance before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, Kushina turned back to Naruto, her expression softening again. She cupped his face, her thumb tracing over his cheek with gentle affection.
"I missed you," she whispered. "And I'm sorry… for hitting you that day. For kicking you out of my shop. I couldn't stand seeing those videos of you with that whore."
Naruto exhaled slowly. He had expected this conversation to come up eventually. "It's okay," he said simply.
Kushina bit her lip, her eyes filled with regret. She looked like she wanted to say more, but instead, she sighed, resting her forehead against his. "Naruto… how did she tie you up on the bed like that?"
"She gave me anesthesia," he admitted, his voice still groggy. "I was sleeping."
She sighed again, shaking her head. "You're with me now," she said firmly, her fingers brushing against his arm. "And also… what's this?"
Naruto glanced around the room, suddenly remembering where he was. "We're in a hospital."
Kushina frowned. "No, I care for the doctor to enter," she said, standing up. She strode to the door and called for the doctor, who entered a few moments later.
The doctor, a middle-aged man with graying hair, examined Naruto quickly before nodding. "You were lucky. The bullet missed anything vital. You'll be able to leave soon."
As the doctor left, Kushina turned back to Naruto, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Then let me suck your—"
Naruto sighed deeply, cutting her off. "No."
Kushina burst into laughter, her rich voice filling the room. "This is fun," she teased, playfully running her fingers through his hair.
Naruto groaned, rubbing his temples. "You're impossible."
Kushina smirked, her eyes gleaming. "And you love it."
He didn't argue. Because, in a way, she was right.
The hospital room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of the monitors beside Naruto's bed. The rhythmic beeping of the machines filled the otherwise silent room, but neither Naruto nor Kushina were paying attention to it. Kushina lay beside her lover, her warm body pressed against his, her arm draped over his chest. She was wearing a thin bra that barely contained her full, round breasts and a pair of tight shorts that left little to the imagination. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded over the pillow, contrasting against the stark white sheets.
Despite the late hour, Kushina couldn't sleep. Her mind kept replaying the threat that Hinata had made, the sinister promise that haunted her every thought.
"I'll release the videos," Hinata had said, her voice cold and unrelenting. "Unless you make sure I get to have sex with Naruto."
Kushina clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening against Naruto's chest. The very thought of that whore blackmailing her, using such a dirty trick, made her blood boil. She had worked so hard to keep Naruto safe, to ensure that nothing from his past would hurt him again, and yet here was Hinata, lurking like a shadow, threatening to tear everything apart.
She sighed heavily and whispered, "Baby."
Naruto, who had been dozing lightly, stirred and murmured, "Yeah?"
Kushina hesitated for a moment before pressing her lips to his jawline. "I want us to have sex. Now."
Naruto blinked, his grogginess quickly fading as her words sank in. "What? We're in a hospital."
She smirked against his skin, her fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest. "I won't make a sound."
Naruto exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Your voice is always loud when we have sex."
Kushina's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Not this time," she promised, her voice dripping with seduction.
Naruto stared at her, his resolve weakening. How could he ever say no to her? He had always been captivated by her beauty, her confidence, and the way she dominated his thoughts with every little thing she did.
"Okay," he finally said, his voice husky with desire.
Kushina wasted no time. She sat up and reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. The fabric slid off her shoulders, and her full, red-tipped breasts spilled free. Naruto's eyes darkened as he reached out and cupped them in his large hands, his thumbs brushing over her stiffening nipples.
"I missed them," he murmured, squeezing them gently. "Didn't you?"
She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching. "I always miss you," she admitted, leaning down to capture his lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
As their bodies moved together in the quiet of the hospital room, miles away, in another part of the city, a different scene was unfolding.
A woman with long, flowing blonde hair walked confidently down a pristine hallway, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She stopped in front of a glass door, her delicate fingers wrapping around the handle before she pushed it open.
Inside, Shizune sat at her desk, going through paperwork. She glanced up and immediately straightened at the sight of her visitor.
"Hello, Shizune," the blonde woman greeted with a polite smile.
Shizune rose from her chair, smoothing down her lab coat. "Hello, Mrs. Shion."
The blonde woman stepped closer, her eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "I want you to do pregnancy tests for me, as usual."
Shizune sighed, already knowing the routine. "Okay," she said, rubbing her temples.
Shion's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. "So we begin."
She shifted down from Naruto's body, her breath still slightly uneven, and curled up beside him. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she nestled into his side, her arm draped over his torso.
"I needed this, my love," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder.
Naruto exhaled, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He ran a gentle hand through her thick red hair before wrapping an arm around her.
"Yeah," he murmured, his voice a mix of exhaustion and contentment. "Let's sleep."
Somewhere else, in the quiet of their home, Sakura sat on the couch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a teacup. Her husband, Sasuke, sat beside her, his usual stoic expression in place as he read a book. The silence between them was comfortable, but Sakura's mind was elsewhere.
"If Naruto got shot while fighting the carnivorous Hula…" she trailed off, her green eyes flickering with concern.
Sasuke turned a page in his book and nodded. "Yes."
Sakura sighed, setting her cup down on the table. "Is he okay?"
Sasuke finally looked up from his book, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Yes. I'm going to see him tomorrow."
Sakura straightened. "I'll come with you."
Sasuke nodded slightly in acknowledgment before glancing toward the hallway. "Is Sarada sleeping now?"
A small, knowing smile spread across Sakura's lips. "Oh, to laugh."
Sasuke smirked, closing his book and standing up. Without another word, he stepped toward her and pulled her into a firm embrace. The warmth of his body against hers sent a shiver down her spine. He cupped her face with one hand while the other slid down to her waist, gripping her possessively before capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
Sakura moaned softly into his mouth, pressing herself against him. His hand moved lower, settling on the curve of her ample butt, and he squeezed it firmly, eliciting a small gasp from her.
She grinned against his lips. "We continue in the bedroom?"
Sasuke's eyes darkened with desire. "Yes."
Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward their room.
Elsewhere, in a quiet medical facility, Shizune sat at her desk, reviewing a set of test results. Across from her, Shion stood with a composed expression, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
Shizune exhaled and set the papers down. "You're not pregnant."
Shion sighed, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Thanks."
Shizune hesitated for a moment before looking up at her. "Shion… why do you keep doing this?"
A slow smile spread across Shion's lips. "You mean sleeping with men, right?" She let out a soft chuckle. "Because, as you know, I enjoy this."
Shizune shook her head, sighing. "Just… be careful."
Shion gave her a wink and turned toward the door. "Thank you again."
And with that, she walked out, leaving Shizune alone with her thoughts.
The morning sun peeked through the hospital curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Kushina, her long red hair cascading down her back in gentle waves, stood beside the bed pulling her clothes back on. Her movements were calm and unhurried, her body still glowing from the intimate night she'd shared with Naruto.
She adjusted the hem of her shirt and turned toward her lover, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "Here," she said, picking up his shorts—the same ones that did little to hide his impressive size. She tossed them at him, watching his reaction closely.
Naruto caught them and immediately turned red. "Kushina…"
She grinned. "Wear them like this so everyone sees. Makes you shy, doesn't it?"
He groaned, slipping the shorts on and rubbing the back of his head. "You're crazy."
Kushina leaned down and kissed him gently. "Crazy for you."
She sat beside him on the hospital bed and sighed with deep satisfaction. "That was great… having sex at night."
Naruto raised a brow. "In the hospital?"
"Yes," she replied confidently, brushing a hand through her hair. "Made it more exciting."
Naruto just shook his head with a smile as she got up to fetch a small breakfast tray. After feeding him bite by bite, the peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open.
In walked Sasuke Uchiha, tall and composed, with his arm around Sakura Haruno, who held their infant daughter in her arms. The quiet hum of the hospital room was instantly filled with familiar energy.
Kushina looked up. "Sasuke?"
Sasuke offered a small smile and nodded. "Hello, Kushina. Naruto."
Sakura stepped forward, her eyes scanning the scene carefully. "So Kushina..." she paused with a wry smile, "His frown is twenty years old like I told you?"
Kushina smirked back. "Yes. Twenty. Just like you said."
She adjusted the hem of her shirt and turned toward her lover, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "Here," she said, picking up his shorts—the same ones that did little to hide his impressive size. She tossed them at him, watching his reaction closely.
Naruto caught them and immediately turned red. "Kushina…"
She grinned. "Wear them like this so everyone sees. Makes you shy, doesn't it?"
He groaned, slipping the shorts on and rubbing the back of his head. "You're crazy."
Kushina leaned down and kissed him gently. "Crazy for you."
She sat beside him on the hospital bed and sighed with deep satisfaction. "That was great… having sex at night."
Naruto raised a brow. "In the hospital?"
"Yes," she replied confidently, brushing a hand through her hair. "Made it more exciting."
Naruto just shook his head with a smile as she got up to fetch a small breakfast tray. After feeding him bite by bite, the peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open.
In walked Sasuke Uchiha, tall and composed, with his arm around Sakura Haruno, who held their infant daughter in her arms. The quiet hum of the hospital room was instantly filled with familiar energy.
Kushina looked up. "Sasuke?"
Sasuke offered a small smile and nodded. "Hello, Kushina. Naruto."
Sakura stepped forward, her eyes scanning the scene carefully. "So Kushina..." she paused with a wry smile, "A twenty-centimeter-long frown like I told you?"
Kushina smirked back. "Yes. Twenty. Just like you said."
Sasuke raised a brow. "You call yourself a detective, huh? Bar and Tsab style?"
Naruto rolled his eyes. "It's none of your business."
"Okay, okay," Sasuke said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "But it seems you really are something else. And what's with the blanket? Why are you covered like that?"
"Also none of your business," Naruto muttered.
"Then let's ask the cover," Sasuke smirked, and with a swift tug, he yanked the blanket off.
Naruto gasped, reaching to cover himself. He was still only in shorts. Kushina's teasing from earlier only made the situation worse.
Sasuke blinked, then smirked. "So you *did* have sex in the hospital."
"She did it," Naruto blurted.
Kushina blushed deeply. "What are you doing?!"
Naruto stammered, "I wasn't…"
"I was," Kushina admitted with a breathless laugh, her cheeks burning.
Sasuke chuckled, arms crossed. "Well, now we know."
Sakura turned away, cheeks flushed. "I didn't need that image this early in the morning…"
Kushina sighed, sitting down again. "It's okay."
The group stood in a brief, comfortable silence. The baby cooed softly in Sakura's arms while Sasuke leaned casually against the wall, watching his friends with a knowing expression.
Naruto and Kushina exchanged glances, both shaking their heads at how quickly things went from peaceful to chaotic. And yet, even in the middle of teasing friends and exposed moments, there was something grounding about being surrounded by the people who mattered.
Kushina took Naruto's hand and squeezed it gently.
She whispered, "We'll get through this. Even with everything—Hinata, the threats, the scandal—I'll protect you."
Naruto nodded. "And I'll protect you."
Outside the hospital room, the world moved on. But within it, love, embarrassment, and laughter held sway.
[Scene Ends]
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Naruto rolled his eyes. "It's none of your business."
"Okay, okay," Sasuke said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "But it seems you really are something else. And what's with the blanket? Why are you covered like that?"
"Also none of your business," Naruto muttered.
"Then let's ask the cover," Sasuke smirked, and with a swift tug, he yanked the blanket off.
Naruto gasped, reaching to cover himself. He was still only in shorts. Kushina's teasing from earlier only made the situation worse.
Sasuke blinked, then smirked. "So you did have sex in the hospital."
"She did it," Naruto blurted.
Kushina blushed deeply. "What are you doing?!"
Naruto stammered, "I wasn't…"
"I was," Kushina admitted with a breathless laugh, her cheeks burning.
Sasuke chuckled, arms crossed. "Well, now we know."
Sakura turned away, cheeks flushed. "I didn't need that image this early in the morning…"
Kushina sighed, sitting down again. "It's okay.
Days had passed since the chaos, and finally, Kushina managed to get Naruto discharged from the hospital. Though he was still wounded and moving slowly, he was cleared to go home with supervision. She walked beside him, one arm firmly wrapped around his waist to support him, her other hand holding his hospital bag.
She guided him to her car and helped him into the passenger seat with gentle care. Once he was buckled in, she shut the door and walked around to the driver's side.
"Alright, love," she said, settling into her seat and starting the engine, "Let's go home."
Naruto turned to look at her, his gaze lingering on her radiant red hair. The sunlight poured through the windshield, making her hair shimmer like fire. He couldn't help but smile faintly despite the soreness in his body.
Kushina glanced at him and smiled back. "What?"
"Your hair," he murmured. "It's really beautiful."
She chuckled softly, shifting gears. "You're such a sweet talker, even while half-broken."
The drive was quiet, peaceful. The city blurred past them, but inside the car was a warm cocoon of intimacy and safety. When they finally arrived at Naruto's place, she quickly exited and walked over to help him out. He leaned on her as they climbed the stairs and finally entered the apartment.
As soon as they got inside, Kushina carefully set Naruto down on the couch.
"Well," she said with a playful stretch, kicking off her shoes. "Now that we're home, we can finally do a few things."
Before Naruto could reply, she slowly pulled off her sweater, revealing her toned stomach and the matching crimson bra she wore beneath. Naruto's eyes widened a little, but he was too tired to even tease her back.
"I'm with you," she whispered, sitting beside him. "It's okay."
She flopped down on the couch next to him and exhaled deeply. "What a day. Come sit closer."
Naruto slid in next to her, just as there was a knock on the door.
Kushina groaned. "Seriously?" She looked down at her outfit—shorts and her bra—and quickly grabbed a nearby blanket to drape over her chest.
She padded over to the door and opened it slightly.
On the other side stood Hinata Hyuga, smiling sweetly.
"Hello, Kushina," she said, stepping forward.
Kushina frowned. "Why are you here?"
Hinata didn't answer. Instead, she suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.
"Hey! I didn't say you could come in!" Kushina shouted.
Hinata looked over at Naruto. "Naruto… you're okay."
Naruto blinked, caught off guard—not just by Hinata's presence, but by what she was wearing. A tight top and a very short skirt clung to her in ways that made him immediately look away, face flushed.
She walked right up to him and sat beside him. "I was so worried about you," she said softly, placing her hand gently on his bandaged shoulder.
Kushina marched forward. "I didn't give you permission to touch him either."
Hinata ignored her. "Look what I brought you," she said, pulling a small velvet box from her purse. She opened it to reveal delicate, handmade sweets.
"They're beautiful, aren't they? I made them just for you."
Naruto blinked again, trying to piece together how to react.
Hinata looked up at Kushina, her smile fading into something more smug. "Don't ignore me."
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Hinata stood up slowly, her expression unreadable.
She slid her fingers under the hem of her dress and in one slow motion, pulled it up and off, revealing matching lavender shorts and a bra that framed her chest in a way that made Naruto immediately cover his eyes.
Kushina's mouth dropped open. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Hinata turned and faced her, completely unbothered. "Just showing you that I'm not afraid."
She stepped closer to Kushina, then suddenly reached out and touched her breast. "Yours are bigger," she said with a calm, calculated tone. "But mine aren't small."
Kushina slapped her hand away, jaw tight. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Hinata backed off and sat beside Naruto again. "I'm going to stay here with him until he recovers."
Kushina was stunned. "You're insane."
Hinata smirked. "I'm just dedicated."
Kushina muttered under her breath, turning away, unable to take the sudden tension any longer. "You little..."
The air in the room was charged, awkward, uncomfortable—full of the unspoken war that had just begun.
The bathroom was warm, the tiles misty with steam, the golden light of the ceiling reflecting on the water that still ran softly in the shower. Kushina's grip was firm, her red hair cascading over her back like a wild fire as she tugged Naruto by the wrist.
"Come on, baby," she said, her voice low and teasing, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Let's take a shower."
Naruto blinked, taken aback by how forward she was being. "I-I'll shower alone... it's fine."
She turned, pouting playfully. "No, I want to shower with you."
He blushed, but before he could respond, Kushina slipped off her tank top. Her huge breasts burst free from the tight fabric, springing out proudly, their soft red hue catching the warm bathroom light. Naruto's eyes widened in shock. Her skin looked like silk, the water droplets dancing across her curves.
In another room, Hinata sat cross-legged on Naruto's bed, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She was quiet, but her lips curled into a knowing smile. She leaned back, reached under her shirt, and slowly unhooked her bra. With a soft gasp, her large breasts parted—firm, full, and pale as cream. Her nipples were pink, perked up as she let the cool air of the room caress her bare skin.
"So then..." she whispered to herself, smiling. Her hands gently cupped her breasts, adjusting them as she lay down, waiting. "I'll wait right here, love..."
Back in the bathroom, Naruto stood frozen as Kushina stepped into the shower, the water running over her body. She looked back at him with a smirk.
"You coming, or do I have to drag you in?"
Unable to resist, Naruto followed. The moment was intense — water ran over their bodies, the steam rising between them. After the shower, Kushina grabbed a towel and began drying Naruto's chest.
"I can do this," she whispered, kissing his lips softly, then more passionately.
He gasped, but let her. After a moment, she handed him the towel. "Okay, now dry me, baby."
Embarrassed but excited, he began patting her shoulders, her sagging back. Kushina took a deep breath as he went about his work, her eyes fixed on him.
Once dried, he put on a pair of black shorts. "I'll go get you some clothes. Wait in the room."
She nodded, disappearing into the bedroom.
Moments later, Naruto walked in with a dress, only to stop. The sight froze him.
Kushina lay on his bed, wrapped in only the thin bedsheet. Her fiery hair spilled across his pillow. He stepped closer, his heart pounding—
"Finally," she whispered.
He placed a gentle hand on her head, brushing the soft net of her hair. But then his hand slipped lower—right onto a breast. It wasn't Kushina's.
Hinata.
She had silently slipped into the bed on the other side. Her bare chest pressed softly against his palm. She smiled.
"My love..." she whispered, and before he could react, she kissed him — fiercely, passionately, her lips demanding everything.
He pulled back in shock, eyes flicking between the two women.
Kushina stood at the door.
"What are you doing, you bitch?" she snapped, fire in her voice.
Hinata didn't flinch. "What? I'm kissing my love."
"He's mine," Kushina growled.
Hinata shrugged, her smile devilish. "Your name isn't written on him."
Hinata licked her lips. "I don't care."
Without breaking eye contact, Kushina reached behind her and untied her towel. Her body was fully revealed — glowing, red-hot, and gorgeous. She crawled onto the bed, not afraid.
"Let's settle this."
Naruto's heart pounded as both women moved closer. Kushina's lips brushed his neck as Hinata's kissed his shoulder. Their bodies pressed to either side of him, warm and soft and dangerously seductive.
"Let's see who you want more, Naruto..." Hinata whispered.
Kushina's eyes narrowed. "Yeah... it's time to choose.
Later that night, the room was quiet.
Naruto lay in the center of the bed, exhausted, breathing slowly. On each side of him, Hinata and Kushina rested, both with content smiles and hair messy from the night's heat.
Kushina turned toward him, her arm draped across his chest.
"So," she whispered, "whose... is better than hers?"
Hinata rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course, my pussy is better."
Naruto blushed so hard he nearly hid under the blanket.
Kushina snorted. "Hinata, you're used up. So many men have entered your pussy."
Hinata grinned, unfazed. "And you've had three husbands."
"Yeah, but no one's entered more dicks than you."
"Exactly," Hinata said proudly. "That's what makes me sexy."
Kushina scoffed. "You mean a slut."
"A sexy slut," Hinata purred.
Naruto covered his face with both hands. "Can I just... sleep now?"
Kushina smiled and pulled him close, pressing his face against her massive, warm breasts. "Yes, my love."
Hinata giggled and did the same from the other side, sandwiching his face between her soft, pale curves.
"Good night, Naruto," they said in unison.
Naruto sighed deeply, muffled in softness, and drifted to sleep with a half-smile.
The sun crept in slowly through the blinds.
Kushina sat up, stretching lazily, her red hair glowing in the light. Hinata rolled over, brushing it off her face.
"Naruto," Kushina whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss on his bare shoulder, "Let me change the bandage."
Hinata sat up. "No. I'll do it."
Both reached for the first aid kit at once.
Naruto groaned. "You two... really doing this first thing in the morning?"
"He's mine," Kushina muttered.
"Not until there's a ring on it," Hinata fired back.
Naruto sighed. "Just... do it together."
They paused, then exchanged looks.
"Fine," they said in unison.
They cleaned his shoulder carefully, but not without side comments and jabs.
Afterward, Kushina stood and pulled on a thin shirt. Hinata wore an oversized one. They moved to the kitchen.
"I'll make breakfast," Hinata said sweetly.
"No, I will," Kushina countered.
"No way, your cooking is just spicy hot mess."
"Yours tastes like bland health food."
Naruto entered, rubbing his eyes. "Do it together."
The girls sighed, but soon they were laughing and tossing ingredients at each other, their hips bumping playfully.
Naruto sat at the table, dazed, then noticed it — Kushina's butt. Round, full, swaying as she moved. His jaw tightened.
"Damn..."
When they placed breakfast down, the plate was oddly balanced between burnt toast and perfectly folded omelets.
"Whose food is better?" Kushina challenged.
"Obviously the queen's," Hinata said smugly.
"Which queen? Because I'm sitting here, you idiot."
Naruto took a bite, chewing in silence.
"You two."
Kushina smirked. "He means me."
Hinata flipped her hair. "He's just being polite."
They all laughed. And for once, the tension was warm.
[To be continued in the next part: even more rivalry, emotional stakes rising, and a surprise visitor who threatens their dynamic.]
[Scene 3 – The Rivalry Ignites]
The living room was quiet, filled only with the soft ticking of the clock and the low hum of the fridge. But beneath the silence, tension crackled like static in the air.
Naruto sat on the edge of the couch, dressed only in his loose shorts, trying not to look too obviously at either woman in front of him. Yet both Hinata and Kushina knew he was watching. And they wanted him to watch.
Kushina stood with her arms folded under her massive breasts, her sharp eyes glowing with heat. Her long hair swirled behind her like a storm. She was wearing nothing but a tight, crimson tank top—no bra—and short black shorts that hugged her round, muscular rear.
Hinata, in contrast, leaned coolly against the opposite wall. Her long indigo hair draped over her shoulder, one hand on her hip, the other lazily playing with the edge of her oversized shirt—Naruto's shirt, which hung off one shoulder and stopped mid-thigh. Nothing underneath.
"Why are you even here, Hinata?" Kushina growled, voice low and threatening.
Hinata gave her a blank, icy look. "To remind Naruto what a real woman feels like."
Kushina took a step forward, eyes narrowing. "A real woman who's had every man in town? Please."
Hinata stepped forward too, her voice sweet and venomous. "And yet Naruto still looks at me like he wants to devour me. That's not something you get with your angry mommy complex."
Kushina's breath hitched—then she laughed darkly. "You want a competition, slut? Let's have one."
Naruto looked up. "Guys, maybe don't—"
They ignored him completely.
Hinata stepped closer, and so did Kushina. Now barely inches apart, breasts almost brushing, eyes locked.
"What are you comparing first, bitch?" Hinata asked with an arched brow.
Kushina smirked. "Start with the best part."
Hinata reached forward and grabbed Kushina's breast — full palm, slow squeeze.
Naruto choked on air.
"Not bad," Hinata said, voice flat. "But mine's softer."
Kushina snarled, grabbing both of Hinata's breasts in return, lifting them.
"Yours are soft because they're loose. These—" she pressed them together— "these are firm. Tight. Real."
Hinata's cheeks flushed but she didn't back down. Instead, she reached around and grabbed Kushina's ass.
"Hmm. Decent. Muscle. But not much jiggle."
Kushina's eyes flashed. She spun Hinata around and smacked her bare ass hard.
"Yours jiggles because it's lazy. It's not toned. It's used."
Hinata gasped and turned back, pulling up her shirt. Her bare breasts bounced lightly with the motion.
"Why don't you let Naruto decide, hmm?"
She cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, her cold eyes locked on Naruto's.
Kushina didn't wait. She ripped off her tank top, her massive breasts springing free with raw force. She walked forward, leaned down, and pressed her chest against Hinata's.
Flesh to flesh. Full, round, beautiful.
"Go ahead, Naruto," Kushina purred. "Which feels better?"
Naruto's face was bright red. "I... I can't—"
"Oh, he will," Hinata said.
Before he could react, Hinata walked over and took Naruto's hand gently. She placed it against her left breast. Soft. Warm. Her nipple hard against his palm.
Then Kushina grabbed his other hand and slammed it against her own chest.
Tight. Heavy. Hot.
He was frozen.
The two women stared each other down over his shoulders, each daring the other to break.
Then came the whisper.
"Lower."
Hinata grabbed Naruto's hand and pulled it down to her waist—then lower, cupping his hand on her bare cheek.
Kushina mimicked, pushing his hand to her thick, muscular butt.
"Whose feels better, Naruto?" Hinata cooed.
"Soft or strong?" Kushina challenged.
His brain melted. Completely.
Then Kushina turned to Hinata, eyes blazing.
"Let's raise the stakes."
She suddenly pulled Hinata close and kissed her. Rough. Dominant. A clash of heat and ice.
Hinata gasped but didn't pull back. She kissed her back, slow and deliberate, like poison wrapped in silk.
They broke apart, both panting.
"You taste like trouble," Kushina growled.
"You taste like desperation," Hinata whispered.
Naruto couldn't take it.
They shoved him back onto the couch, each one climbing on a knee. One breast from each woman pressing against his cheeks.
"You'll pick one of us," Kushina hissed.
"Or we'll both make you regret it," Hinata added.
He gulped.
The moonlight poured in through the half-closed blinds, washing the room in silvery light. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and skin, the remnants of passion lingering in every breath. Naruto lay motionless in bed, nestled between two warm bodies—Hinata on his left, her soft breathing brushing against his bare shoulder, and Kushina on his right, one arm slung lazily over his chest.
All three of them were naked, tangled in each other's limbs beneath the thin sheets. Their skin still tingled with the aftermath of pleasure, but Naruto's mind wasn't at ease. He stared at the ceiling, his blue eyes clouded.
He sighed.
"There are secrets," he whispered to the darkness.
His voice was so soft, neither woman stirred.
He gently moved Hinata's hand off his abdomen and slipped from the bed, wincing slightly as the healing wound in his shoulder ached. He glanced back once—at the mess of red and midnight-blue hair on his pillows, at the soft curves he'd been wrapped in all night—and then pulled on his loose pajama pants.
The apartment was silent, save for the occasional creak of old wood under his steps. He made his way down the dim hallway, each step measured. When he reached the door at the end, he paused. It hadn't been opened in months.
Ino's room.
His hand hovered over the doorknob. Then, slowly, he pushed it open.
The room was untouched. Everything remained exactly as she'd left it. Her lavender scarf hung on the back of a chair, and a framed picture of the two of them sat on the desk, smiling. The window was shut, and yet the curtains fluttered softly.
A breeze.
But there was no wind.
Naruto stepped inside. His heart thudded louder now, harder than it had when he was between Kushina and Hinata. The breeze brushed against his cheek again, chilling and strange. The air in the room felt colder.
He stared at the bed.
And suddenly—he saw it.
A flash.
Not now—but a memory. A dream. No… more than a dream.
Ino, lying on that very bed. Pale. Weak. Her belly round. Her eyes filled with tears.
Blood.
Pain.
And then—hands.
Hands around her throat.
Naruto gasped and gripped the doorframe.
"No…" he whispered. "It wasn't childbirth. Someone… someone was there."
The breeze picked up, and with it came a whisper.
"Naruto..."
He turned sharply, but no one was there.
"I'll find the truth," he whispered, voice trembling. "After my shoulder heals. I'll investigate everything. I'll find out if you died… or if you were killed."
The weight of it crushed him. His knees buckled.
Darkness closed in.
In the bedroom, Hinata stirred.
She reached for Naruto instinctively, but her fingers met only the sheets. Her eyes blinked open, and she sat up, the moonlight catching on her bare chest.
"Naruto-kun…?"
She listened.
Nothing.
She rose quietly, wrapping a silky robe around herself but not tying it. Her footsteps were light as she padded down the hall, following the soft thud she'd heard earlier.
She found him collapsed just inside the open doorway of Ino's room.
"Naruto!" she cried, kneeling beside him.
His eyes fluttered open, dazed.
"Your injury hasn't healed," she said, brushing the sweat from his forehead.
He groaned softly. "I don't care… but you're bare-breasted."
She smiled gently. "You noticed?"
He blinked again. "There are… so many thoughts. I haven't told you about them."
She helped him sit up, then looked around the room.
"This is her room, isn't it? Ino?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
Hinata's gaze landed on the photo. "That's her picture."
"Yes."
Hinata didn't ask more. She just nodded slowly. "Okay."
Then she sighed, stood up, and helped him to his feet. "Let's go back to bed."
He leaned against her as they walked.
Once they were back in the bedroom, she eased him down onto the mattress and pulled the sheet over his legs. The light from the hallway cast a soft golden hue across her body as she slipped her robe off her shoulders and climbed into bed beside him.
"My love," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "I'm horny. Let's have sex now."
Before Naruto could answer, they heard it.
A mumble.
Kushina, still asleep, turning onto her back with a lazy smile on her lips.
"Yes… give me more…"
The room fell into silence.
Hinata and Naruto looked at each other.
A long, loaded silence passed.
The night wasn't over.
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