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Chapter 9: Confessions
Kushina stirred awake, her body pressed against Naruto's, her bare skin warm against his. As she blinked away the haze of sleep, she smirked, feeling the heavy weight of his arm draped over her waist. She let out a soft chuckle, shifting slightly to press her full, ample breasts against his chest.
"What a night," she murmured, her voice husky from the aftermath of their passionate encounter. A sly smile played on her lips as she stretched, the silk sheets slipping from her body. She glanced down at Naruto's sleeping face, still resting against her soft, exposed skin.
Her fingers traced through his messy blond hair before she let out a teasing laugh. "That was my first night after my divorce… and your first night after Ino." Her voice softened for a moment at the mention of his late wife, but she quickly regained her mischievous tone. "And damn, you were amazing, Naruto. No man has ever done to me what you did. You never let go of my breasts… and the way you—" she bit her lip, recalling the way his tongue had explored her so thoroughly, leaving her trembling beneath him. "I'm a lucky woman."
She leaned down, pressing a slow, deep kiss to his lips, her fingers grazing over his toned chest. As he stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open, he was met with the sight of her large, bare breasts practically engulfing his face. His cheeks turned red instantly, his mind still sluggish from sleep.
"Kushina…?" His voice was groggy, and he tried to shift away, only for her to giggle and tighten her grip on him.
"What's wrong?" she teased, brushing her lips against his forehead. "Are you shy now? After everything we did last night?"
Naruto swallowed hard, his face turning a deeper shade of red. "N-Nothing…"
She smirked, running her fingers down his jaw. "Mmm… last night was incredible. And," she added with a playful glint in her eyes, "thank you for standing up for me against my ex-husband, Neji."
Naruto sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "It was nothing. He had no right to talk to you that way."
Kushina's expression softened. "Still, it meant a lot to me." Then, flashing a grin, she stretched her arms above her head, the movement causing her full breasts to bounce slightly. "Now, come on. Let's take a shower. This is my house, but it's yours now too."
Naruto stiffened, his blush still present, but he nodded. "O-Okay."
She grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. The moment she stepped inside, she turned the water on and stepped under the warm stream, letting it cascade over her curves. Naruto hesitated at the doorway, watching as the droplets slid down her skin. His throat went dry.
Kushina glanced over her shoulder and smirked. "Are you just going to stand there, detective? Come help me wash my hair."
His heart pounded as he stepped forward, grabbing the shampoo. As his fingers ran through her vibrant red locks, massaging the shampoo into her scalp, a soft sigh escaped her lips.
"Ino used to like when I did this…" he murmured without thinking.
Kushina paused for a moment, her eyes meeting his through the mirror. She could see the flicker of pain in his gaze. Gently, she turned around, wrapping her arms around his wet torso. "She was lucky to have you," she whispered.
Naruto looked away, but she cupped his cheek, guiding his gaze back to hers. "And I'm lucky too."
He exhaled slowly as she pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. Then, with a mischievous grin, she grabbed the shampoo bottle. "Now, my turn."
As her fingers lathered his hair, she pressed herself closer to him, her wet body molding against his. He tensed, his hands instinctively landing on her hips.
"K-Kushina…?"
She chuckled. "What? Just returning the favor."
Once she finished, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before handing him one. As he secured it around his waist, she stepped closer, her damp skin brushing against his. He shuddered slightly.
"What now?" he asked, swallowing thickly.
She smirked, her fingers trailing over his chest. "Nothing. Just embracing our new reality."
Naruto exhaled sharply as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "Now, let's get dressed before we end up back in bed."
He blushed but nodded, following her out of the bathroom. The morning after their night together was just the beginning of something deeper… and far more dangerous.
Kushina stood in front of Naruto, slipping into her green house clothes. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her full chest, which remained just as tempting as it had been last night. She smirked, catching the way his eyes momentarily flickered to her exposed cleavage before he quickly averted his gaze.
She crossed her arms, her expression playful. "You're on vacation now," she declared. "And you're spending it with me, here, in my home. Understood?"
Naruto nodded, still slightly flustered. "Got it."
Kushina took a step closer, her fingers brushing his chin as she tilted his face up to meet her gaze. "No, Naruto. You're my boyfriend now. You slept with me. That means you belong to me."
His breath hitched, and before he could react, she pressed a bundle of neatly folded clothes into his hands. "Wear these," she ordered with a smirk. "I prepared them just for you because I knew we'd end up in bed together."
Naruto sighed, taking the clothes from her, his cheeks still slightly red. Kushina, in her tight, revealing green top, looked downright irresistible. His gaze unwillingly dropped to her chest again, and she caught it immediately, laughing.
"You couldn't keep your hands off them last night," she teased. "You even—" she paused, leaning in to whisper against his ear, "—slipped yourself between them."
Naruto groaned. "Kushina, stop."
"And you did things no other man has ever done," she continued, her voice sultry, her hand trailing over his shoulder. "You played with my—"
"Kushina!" He turned away, covering his face with one hand as she giggled.
She stepped even closer, her warmth pressing against his side. "That's why I love you," she murmured before capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Naruto melted into it, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Their kiss deepened, turning into something hotter, tongues teasing, lips pressing harder, hands roaming over warm skin. She moaned softly into his mouth before pulling away just enough to whisper, "Come help me with breakfast."
He exhaled, shaking his head as she strutted towards the kitchen, leaving him standing in the living room, still dazed from the intensity of her touch. He ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself before finally following her.
As she prepared food, she glanced over her shoulder. "As you know, I own a huge clothing store in the city. It's quite famous, but I never hired any servants. I don't like to boast."
Naruto nodded. "That's admirable. I don't like arrogant people either. Back when I was a lawyer, I made a lot of money. Every time I won a case, I'd buy a gift for my wife, Ino."
Kushina stilled for a moment before inhaling softly. She turned to him, but he wasn't looking at her. His voice was distant. "After she died, I lost my passion for everything. I took a job as a waiter, just to pass the time."
She watched him carefully, stepping closer. "But then I came into your life," she said softly. "And I pushed you to get a new job. You became a detective."
Naruto smiled slightly. "Yeah. And my first big case was the one no one could solve—exposing corruption in the police department."
Kushina smirked. "That's impressive, Detective."
He chuckled, and she gestured toward the table. "Breakfast is ready. Come eat."
They sat together, sharing a comfortable silence for a moment as they ate. Eventually, she looked at him expectantly. "Well? What do you think?"
He took another bite, nodding in approval. "It's really delicious."
She beamed. "That's an honor coming from you."
And as they sat there, sharing breakfast, something unspoken settled between them—a quiet understanding that their lives had changed forever.
After finishing breakfast, Kushina stretched with a satisfied sigh, her green house clothes hugging her figure in all the right places. She turned to Naruto, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I want to show you my house," she announced. "Come on, I want you to explore it."
Before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and led him through the hallways, her excitement evident in the way she moved. "This is my second bedroom," she said as they entered a beautifully decorated room. The moment she stepped inside, her full breasts bounced slightly with each movement, making Naruto gulp involuntarily. Kushina noticed but didn't comment, only smirking before continuing the tour.
She walked ahead, guiding him further through the house. "And this," she said with a wink, "is my private training room." She pushed open a door to reveal a spacious area filled with workout equipment. "I like to keep myself in top shape, you know."
Naruto nodded, taking in the sight of the neatly arranged exercise gear. But before he could say anything, she pulled him toward another door. "And this… well, this is my lingerie closet."
His eyes widened. "Wait, what? I don't think I need to—"
"Come on!" she urged, playfully pushing the door open and dragging him inside.
The room was filled with drawers and racks of lacy undergarments in every color and design imaginable. Kushina turned to him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Aren't they beautiful?" she asked, picking up a delicate red lace set. "Don't be shy. I know you like them."
Naruto scratched the back of his head, looking anywhere but at the revealing garments. "Uh… I don't really—"
Kushina giggled. "Oh, come on. How was the taste when you licked me last night, Naruto-kun?" she asked shamelessly, stepping closer.
His face burned with embarrassment. "Kushina, stop!"
But she only chuckled, tracing a finger down his chest. "You're the first man who ever did that to me. You made me feel like a real woman," she whispered before wrapping her arms around him. "You were amazing."
Naruto hesitated before returning the embrace, resting his chin against her shoulder. "It's okay," he murmured.
She exhaled softly, then pulled back just enough to press a kiss to his lips. "You know," she continued, "I used to… satisfy men in other ways before, but no one ever gave me that pleasure. I thought maybe it was my fault, that I wasn't good enough." Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "But you… you proved me wrong."
She kissed him again, deeper this time, before stepping back. "Alright, now let's check out my weightlifting room!"
Naruto followed as she led him to another section of the house. Inside, there were rows of weights, barbells, and workout benches. He raised a brow. "You seriously lift all these?"
Kushina grinned, flexing her toned arm. "Of course! I'm incredibly strong. Now, let me train you, Detective."
Naruto chuckled nervously. "I don't think—"
Before he could finish, she grabbed his arm. "Come on!" she insisted, dragging him toward a workout bench. "Let's get you out of those clothes and into something more suitable."
"Wait, hold on!" he protested.
She smirked, leaning in close. "You're not getting out of this, Naruto-kun. Now, come with me."
And with that, she pulled him toward the changing room, her determination unshakable.
The dimly lit chamber reeked of power and control. Hints of incense barely masked the underlying tension crackling in the air. Bound tightly to an iron chair, Neji struggled against the thick ropes digging into his wrists. His once-proud Hyuga eyes burned with fury, but his position left him completely at the mercy of the woman before him.
Hinata stood tall, draped in an elegant midnight kimono, the fabric adorned with silver embroidery resembling the veins of a spider's web. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated her features—cold, detached, yet carrying an unmistakable air of authority. The shadows cast by the flickering light accentuated the cruel smirk on her lips as she regarded her cousin with amusement.
"Let him speak," she ordered.
A guard stepped forward, yanking the gag from Neji's mouth. He inhaled sharply before snarling, "How dare you, you wretched—"
Hinata tilted her head, a mockery of curiosity. "Wretched? I'm merely doing what must be done, dear cousin."
Neji spat onto the floor, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you've won something, don't you? You're nothing but a deluded, power-hungry—"
A sharp slap echoed through the chamber. The sting across Neji's face was immediate, delivered with a level of precision only a Hyuga could manage. He gritted his teeth as Hinata withdrew her hand, inspecting her palm with disinterest.
"You talk too much," she mused. "Always so full of pride, acting like you're above us all. But tell me, cousin—where is that pride now?"
Neji glared, his breath uneven but unwavering. "If you think this will break me, you're mistaken."
Hinata chuckled—a sound devoid of warmth. "Oh, dear Neji. I don't need to break you. You're already broken."
She stepped aside with a lazy gesture. From the shadows, three men emerged, dragging another figure between them. The woman's dark hair was in disarray, her wrists bound in front of her. She struggled against their grip, her sharp eyes darting toward Neji in desperation.
"Tenten," he breathed, his body tensing against his restraints.
Tenten's breath hitched. "Neji—"
But before she could say more, one of the guards yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at Hinata. The once-timid Hyuga girl knelt slightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Tenten's face with a delicate touch.
"How unfortunate," Hinata murmured. "For both of you."
Neji's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Hinata, whatever grudge you have, leave her out of this!"
Hinata let out a small, thoughtful hum. "Oh, but why would I? You see, Neji, you've always been a thorn in my side. Always looking down on me. Always thinking you were better." She stood, her smirk deepening. "And yet, here we are."
The guards forced Tenten forward, closer to Neji. One of them grinned as he ran a gloved hand along her exposed shoulder. She recoiled, fury flashing in her eyes.
Neji thrashed against his restraints. "You coward! Face me yourself, Hinata!"
Hinata sighed theatrically. "Neji, Neji, Neji. If I wanted you dead, you would be. But that's not what I want." Her pale eyes locked onto his with eerie calmness. "I want you to understand what it means to be truly powerless."
Neji gritted his teeth. "You think this makes you powerful?"
Hinata crouched to meet his gaze. "No. What makes me powerful," she whispered, "is the knowledge that you will never be able to stop me."
She straightened, clapping her hands. "Enough talk. Let's begin."
The guards moved, and Neji roared in frustration. One of them grabbed Tenten, forcing her against him as he pressed his lips to hers. She struggled, her muffled protests lost beneath his grip. His hands roamed her body, tightening possessively as he relished her resistance. Neji's entire body convulsed with rage, his muscles burning as he fought against his restraints, his voice breaking into a raw, desperate scream.
Hinata leaned in, whispering mockingly into his ear, her tone dripping with cruel amusement.
"What does it feel like, Neji?" she murmured. "To watch your wife being taken right in front of your eyes… and know you can do absolutely nothing?"
Naruto adjusted the snug training outfit Kushina had given him, his mind still reeling from her bold words. He glanced at her, his face heating as his eyes inadvertently lingered on her body. The tight, form-fitting material of her workout clothes accentuated her curvaceous figure, the fabric clinging to her ample chest and toned muscles. Her long red hair was tied back into a high ponytail, swaying with every confident step she took.
Kushina smirked knowingly at his flustered state. "What's the matter, detective? Still thinking about last night?" she teased, her sultry voice dripping with amusement.
Naruto clenched his jaw, his cheeks darkening. "O-Oi! Don't just say that out loud!"
She chuckled, stretching her arms above her head, causing her chest to push forward. "Why not? It was our first time together. And you were quite... impressive," she added with a wink.
He turned away, running a hand through his messy blond hair, trying to shake off the embarrassment. "Can we just start training?"
"Fine, fine. But don't think I'll go easy on you," she said, leading him toward the weights. She effortlessly lifted one of the heavier dumbbells, curling it with ease. Her muscles flexed subtly, a display of both power and grace. "Come on, show me what you've got."
Naruto grabbed a similar dumbbell, straining to lift it. His arms trembled slightly, but he refused to show weakness in front of her. However, it was clear that compared to her, he had a long way to go. Kushina watched with an amused glint in her eye before stepping closer.
"You need supervision," she said, stepping behind him. "I'll help you out."
He barely had time to react before she placed her hands on his arms, guiding his movements. The heat of her body so close to his made his heart pound. Her breath tickled his ear as she leaned in, whispering, "That's it. Keep going."
Naruto gritted his teeth, focusing on the exercise rather than the way her body pressed against him. But it became increasingly difficult when they moved on to push-ups.
As he lowered himself to the ground, he felt a sudden weight on his back. His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized Kushina had straddled him, her toned thighs pressing against his sides.
"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, trying to keep his balance.
"Helping," she said innocently, though the mischievous glint in her eyes suggested otherwise. "Come on, detective. Push through."
He groaned, struggling against the added weight. Each push-up was a battle, made all the more challenging by the soft curves pressing against him. Kushina giggled, clearly enjoying his suffering.
"Come on, you can do better than that," she encouraged, swaying slightly, making him struggle even more.
Naruto clenched his jaw. "You're not making this any easier!"
"That's the point," she teased, her laughter ringing in his ears.
The training session continued with Kushina finding every possible way to challenge him, her playful yet assertive nature pushing him to his limits. But despite the struggle, Naruto couldn't deny that there was something exhilarating about it—something that made his heart race in more ways than one.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. The scent of expensive cigars and gunpowder lingered, mixing with the faint traces of blood. In the center of the cold, concrete floor sat Neji Hyuga, bound tightly to a chair, his once-proud face stained with tears and sweat. His wrists were raw from struggling against the thick ropes, his usually composed demeanor shattered. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with each labored gasp.
Across from him, Hinata Hyuga sat elegantly in a grand leather chair, her piercing lavender eyes devoid of warmth. The timid girl Neji once knew was long gone, replaced by a ruthless queen of power and vengeance. Her dark, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders as she lazily twirled a silencer-equipped pistol between her fingers, her nails painted a deep shade of crimson.
Nearby, her men stood silently, their expressions unreadable as they awaited her next command. On the floor lay Tenten, unconscious but breathing. Hinata's voice, smooth and chilling, broke the silence.
"Take her away," she ordered, not sparing the woman a second glance.
The men immediately obeyed, dragging Tenten's limp form out of the room. The heavy door slammed shut behind them, leaving only Hinata and Neji in the suffocating silence.
Neji lifted his head weakly, his pale eyes burning with hatred as he met Hinata's icy gaze. His jaw clenched before he spat, the saliva landing on her cheek. "I despise you."
For a moment, the room was eerily still. Hinata slowly reached for a silk handkerchief, dabbing the spit off her flawless skin with deliberate care. Then, without a hint of emotion, she tossed the cloth aside and raised the pistol, pressing the cold barrel against Neji's forehead.
"This is your end, cousin," she murmured, her voice void of remorse.
A gunshot echoed through the room.
Neji's body went limp, his head tilting forward, blood trickling down his face as his lifeless form slumped in the chair.
Hinata let out a small sigh, lowering the weapon. She turned to her men, her expression unwavering. "Get rid of that filth."
They moved efficiently, dragging the corpse away as if it were nothing more than trash. Hinata exhaled deeply and leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. The weight of her actions didn't faze her; she had shed the last remnants of weakness long ago.
Reaching for her phone, she unlocked the screen, her lips curving into a rare smile. There, displayed before her, was a photo of a man—one she had admired for so long. His golden hair was slightly tousled, his features sharp yet almost ethereal. His striking blue eyes had captivated her since their youth, but back then, she had been too shy, too weak to claim what she wanted. And so, she had watched from the shadows as he chose another.
Ino Yamanaka. The woman who had stolen him away.
But fate had intervened. Ino was dead. It had been two years since she had left this world, leaving him vulnerable, broken. And now, there was nothing stopping Hinata from taking what she had always desired.
She traced a finger over Naruto Uzumaki's image, her smile widening. "Naruto-kun... soon, you'll be mine."
Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried a chilling certainty.
She didn't care about Kushina. Nothing would stand in her way now. She would claim him, body and soul, and nothing—not the past, not his grief, not even his resistance—would stop her.
The queen had made her move.
And soon, her king would follow.
The room was filled with a suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of Hinata's amused laughter. It was not the soft, gentle giggle of the shy girl she once was, but a cold, menacing sound that sent chills down the spine of everyone present. Her violet eyes gleamed with a sadistic light as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs gracefully.
Before her, Neji sat bound tightly to a chair, his wrists and ankles bruised from the relentless pressure of the restraints. His face was contorted in pure agony, his normally composed demeanor shattered beyond repair. Tear tracks marred his cheeks as he struggled against his bindings, his breathing ragged.
Behind him, his wife lay motionless on the cold floor, her body discarded like a broken doll. The torment she had endured at the hands of Hinata's men had left her spirit shattered, and now she was barely conscious, her sobs weak and broken. The scent of sweat and blood lingered in the air, mingling with the heavy weight of despair.
Hinata waved her hand dismissively, her voice smooth but devoid of warmth. "Take that useless woman away. I have no need for her anymore."
Her men obeyed without hesitation, lifting Tenten's limp form and dragging her out of the room. She didn't resist—she couldn't. The light in her eyes had long since dimmed.
Once they were gone, Hinata turned her attention back to Neji, tilting her head as if observing a pathetic creature writhing in the dirt. "Well, cousin? Have you finally learned who the true leader is?"
Neji's chest heaved with heavy breaths. His entire body trembled, but not from fear—no, what burned in his veins now was unfiltered rage. He lifted his head slowly, his gaze locking onto Hinata's with a hatred so pure it could scorch the earth.
"I despise you," he spat venomously, his voice hoarse yet firm.
And then, with the last ounce of defiance he could muster, he gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat directly in her face.
The thick silence that followed was deafening.
Hinata didn't flinch. She merely reached for a silk handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing at her cheek with an eerie calmness. Her fingers moved with slow precision, as if savoring the moment. Then, once her face was clean, she folded the handkerchief neatly and placed it back in her lap.
When she finally spoke, her voice was devoid of any emotion. "That was a mistake, Neji. Your last mistake."
Her fingers wrapped around the cool metal of her pistol. Without a hint of hesitation, she raised it, the muzzle aimed directly between his eyes.
Neji's breath hitched for a fraction of a second, but he didn't look away. He didn't beg. If anything, his stare only grew bolder, as if daring her to pull the trigger.
Hinata smiled faintly. "Goodbye, cousin."
A single gunshot rang through the air.
Neji's head snapped back, blood splattering across the marble floor. His body slumped forward, lifeless, the defiant fire in his eyes extinguished forever.
Hinata let out a slow breath, lowering her weapon. The room smelled of death now, and she found it intoxicating. She turned to her men, her voice as cold as steel. "Get rid of that trash."
Without hesitation, they moved to dispose of Neji's corpse. His blood trailed behind them as they dragged him away, leaving only a dark stain as a reminder of his existence.
Finally alone, Hinata leaned back in her chair, exhaling softly as she reached for her phone. With practiced ease, she unlocked the screen, her gaze landing on a picture she had saved for years.
The image displayed a young man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes. His features were almost ethereal—his beauty both striking and effortless. He wore a crisp white suit that accentuated the lean strength of his body, the fabric hugging his form perfectly. He had always been breathtaking, even when they were younger.
Her fingers traced the screen absentmindedly. "Naruto-kun..." she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with longing.
She had loved him once—so deeply, so helplessly. But she had been too timid, too weak to claim him for herself. And then he had married that woman.
Ino.
Hinata's expression darkened at the mere thought of her name. It had been Ino who had stolen him away, Ino who had stood where she was supposed to be. And for years, Hinata had been forced to watch from the shadows, suffocating under the weight of her own failure.
But not anymore.
Ino was gone.
Naruto was alone.
And soon, he would be hers.
She had waited long enough.
A slow, sultry smile curved her lips as she whispered to herself, "I will have you, Naruto-kun. And I don't care who stands in my way."
Her fingers tightened around the phone as her mind raced with possibilities.
She had spent years building her empire, becoming the ruthless woman she was today. Now, she had power, influence, and nothing to lose.
Kushina? She was an obstacle, yes. But obstacles could be removed.
Soon, Naruto would see the truth—he would see her. The real her. And when he did, he would understand that he had always belonged to her.
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.
"Soon, my love," she murmured. "Very soon."ج
The gym was filled with the scent of sweat and iron, the air thick with the remnants of Naruto's intense workout. His muscles burned, his breath came in short gasps, and his body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. He had been training for what felt like hours under the unrelenting gaze of Kushina, who stood above him, arms crossed, her expression one of amusement.
He was sprawled on the padded floor, his limbs trembling from exertion. Kushina, on the other hand, barely looked fazed. She had pushed him to his limits and beyond, lifting weights with ease, her toned body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Despite the brutal session, she looked utterly relaxed, as if the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a light warm-up for her.
She stepped toward him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Without warning, she crouched down and pulled him into her embrace, his face pressed against the soft warmth of her chest. Naruto tensed instantly, feeling the overwhelming softness surrounding him, his breath hitching.
"You're really out of breath, huh?" Kushina teased, her fingers running gently through his messy blonde hair.
"Shut up," he muttered, his face heating up as he tried to pull away, but she held him there, chuckling.
Her laughter was light, yet there was an undeniable hint of mischief in it. "It's your first time, isn't it?"
Naruto stiffened. "What?! No! Of course not! I've trained before!"
Kushina tilted her head, pretending to be deep in thought. "Mmm, I don't know… you look like a total newbie to me." She tightened her arms around him playfully, pressing him further into her plush embrace. "You've gotten weak, haven't you?"
Naruto gritted his teeth, attempting to push away from her hold, but his exhausted muscles betrayed him. "I just haven't trained like this in a long time."
"That's why I'm here," she said smoothly, finally letting him go. "I'll supervise you from now on."
He let out a sigh of relief, sitting back up. "Great… just what I needed."
Kushina stretched her arms above her head, her toned stomach flexing slightly beneath her tight sportswear. "Speaking of which, I need you to do me a little favor."
Naruto arched an eyebrow. "What kind of favor?"
She flashed him a playful grin and stood up, motioning for him to follow. "Come with me."
Naruto hesitated for a moment before pushing himself to his feet. His legs felt like jelly, but he forced himself to keep up with her as she led him out of the gym and down the hall. They stopped in front of a dimly lit room, and when Kushina flipped the switch, a soft, warm glow filled the space.
Candles flickered on the shelves, their flames casting a golden hue over the room. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and vanilla, mixing with the faint trace of essential oils. A massage table stood in the center, surrounded by bottles of creams and massage oils neatly arranged on a tray.
Naruto blinked. "This is…?"
Kushina turned to him, placing a hand on her hip. "I want you to give me a massage."
His eyes widened. "Wait, what?!"
She rolled her eyes, already reaching for the hem of her sports top. "Come on, Naruto. You've seen my body plenty of times already." She pulled her top over her head in one swift motion, revealing the tight black sports bra underneath. "My muscles are sore, and you owe me after making me train you."
Naruto swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but at the curves of her body. "I… I don't think this is a good idea."
Kushina ignored him, unclipping her sports bra and tossing it onto a nearby chair. She stood confidently, her large, perfect breasts free and bare before him. "See? No big deal."
Naruto's face burned, his eyes snapping away. "Damn it, Kushina!"
She laughed, completely unfazed. "Relax, it's just skin. Now get over here and do your job, detective."
Grumbling under his breath, Naruto walked over, picking up a bottle of massage oil. He poured some into his hands, rubbing them together before glancing at her. She was already lying on the massage table, stretched out on her stomach, her toned back exposed to him.
"Start with my shoulders," she murmured, resting her head on her folded arms. "And be thorough."
Taking a deep breath, Naruto placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. Slowly, he began to knead the tense muscles, his fingers working over the knots with slow, deliberate movements.
Kushina let out a satisfied hum, her body relaxing under his touch. "Mmm… that's nice. A little harder."
Naruto pressed his thumbs deeper into her muscles, watching as she arched slightly into the pressure. The scent of her skin mixed with the lavender oil, creating an intoxicating aroma that made his head spin.
"You're good at this," she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Maybe I should keep you as my personal masseur."
"Tch. Like hell," Naruto muttered, focusing on his task.
She chuckled, shifting slightly on the table. "Admit it—you enjoy taking care of me."
"Shut up," he grumbled, his hands sliding lower down her back, working over the curve of her waist.
Kushina exhaled slowly, a soft shiver running through her. "Mmm… more. Just like that."
Naruto tried to ignore the way her voice sent heat rushing through his body, focusing on the rhythm of his hands. But then, she sighed, her words dripping with mischief. "You know, I think staying with me is much better than you being alone. Don't you agree, detective?"
He scowled, trying to keep his focus. "Don't push your luck."
She smirked, lifting her head slightly to glance back at him. "Come on, admit it. You like my company."
Naruto sighed, shaking his head. "You're such a pain."
Kushina's laughter filled the room, light and teasing. "A beautiful pain."
She settled back down, letting out a content sigh. "Now, keep going. We're just getting started."
The dim light of the television flickered across the living room as Kushina lounged on the couch, her long, scarlet hair cascading over Naruto's face. He had resisted at first, but she had gently insisted, pulling him into her lap until he was resting comfortably on her thick, warm thighs. The softness of her housewear—an oversized, loose-fitting top that barely covered her form—pressed against him as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through his golden hair.
"This movie is great, isn't it?" she mused, her voice carrying a playful lilt.
"Yeah, it's alright," Naruto replied, though his attention was more on the sensation of her fingers stroking his scalp than on the screen.
A knowing smile curled on Kushina's lips. "You know, detective, I really enjoy spending time with you. I want you to live with me."
Naruto sighed. "Not yet."
Kushina's expression faltered for a moment before she masked it with a teasing pout. "Then promise me you'll visit often until you're ready."
"Fine," he relented, smirking slightly at her persistence.
Her smile returned, but this time, it was more serious. She brushed her fingers lightly over his cheek before murmuring, "There's something you should know."
He looked up at her. "What is it?"
She hesitated, then straightened her posture. "The reason I divorced Neji."
Naruto sat up slightly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, I want to," she insisted. She sat up straight, her expression turning serious. "As you know, I was married to him. But he was cold… and selfish. He never cared about how I felt. He only thought about himself in bed. He never tried to pleasure me, never cared if I enjoyed it or not. I tried my best to satisfy him. Even if I didn't enjoy it, I still did everything I could. I pleased him in every way I could… sucking his cock, doing whatever he wanted. But it was never enough."Kushina's voice trembled as she continued. "One day, he came home furious from work and broke the TV—the big screen I loved. Hours later, he suddenly became all romantic and told me he was taking me to a fancy restaurant to make up for it. I was happy… I thought he was finally trying."
Naruto clenched his fists at her words, feeling an unfamiliar anger boil inside him, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue.
"One night," Kushina continued, her voice breaking slightly, "he came home angrier than usual. He destroyed our TV, screaming about work, about money. I thought it was just another bad day. But then, a few hours later, he came to me, all sweet and apologetic, saying he wanted to take me to dinner to make up for everything."
Naruto watched as tears welled up in her eyes, her hands trembling as she gripped her nightgown. "I was so happy," she whispered. "I thought, for once, he actually cared about me. But… he had given me something to drink at dinner. Something that made me drowsy."
She began to cry. "But he drugged me. He gave me a sleeping pill in my drink. And when I woke up… three of his friends were in bed with me. They raped me while I was unconscious. He let them do it because he owed them money and couldn't pay. Instead of money… he gave them me.""As you know, I was married to him," she began, her voice steady but laced with pain. "At first, it was… fine. But Neji was always cold. He never made me feel like a woman. He was selfish, Naruto. He only cared about his own pleasure. He never… satisfied me."
Naruto's breath hitched. He could already feel his blood boiling, his nails digging into his palm as she continued.
"I woke up naked, Naruto," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "With three of his friends around me. They… they had done things to me while I was unconscious."
A sob wracked her body as she covered her face, unable to continue. Naruto's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of rage and helplessness swirling within him. Without thinking, he reached out, pulling her against him.
Kushina buried her face into his chest, her body shaking as she sobbed. "I felt so worthless," she choked out. "I was nothing but a trade to him. A way to clear his debt."
Naruto didn't know what to say. His entire body trembled with fury, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. He had never seen Kushina break down like this, never seen her in such pain.
He knew he had to do something to comfort her. Without a word, he gently pulled away and cupped her face in his hands. Her tear-streaked eyes met his, and before she could say anything, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Kushina gasped softly, her eyes widening before they fluttered shut. Naruto's hands trailed down to her waist, pulling her closer as he poured every ounce of emotion into the kiss. He didn't care about anything else in that moment—he just wanted to make her feel safe, wanted, cherished.
As their lips parted, she let out another shaky breath, her body still trembling. Naruto, feeling a surge of protectiveness, slowly moved his hands up, gently cupping her breasts. Kushina let out a startled gasp, her tear-streaked face looking up at him in shock. He held her firmly yet tenderly, his thumbs brushing over the soft curves as if to reassure her, to tell her she was still beautiful, still worthy of love.
She whimpered, biting her lip, her face heating up as a different kind of shiver ran through her body. "N-Naruto…"
His expression was serious, intense. "I don't want you to cry anymore."
Kushina's lips trembled, her breath hitching as she melted further into his touch. "You… you always know how to make me feel better," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Naruto responded by pulling her closer, his hands never leaving her, holding her as if to remind her that she was not alone. The pain she had felt moments ago was temporarily replaced by the warmth of his touch, the heat of his embrace.
Before long, their bodies entwined, the night stretching into something neither of them wanted to end. For the first time in a long while, Kushina felt something other than pain—she felt desired, she felt loved.
And Naruto? He knew one thing for certain.
He would never let anyone hurt her again.
The room was thick with the scent of passion, the lingering traces of the night's intense lovemaking hanging in the air. The sheets were a mess, tangled around their bodies, proof of the raw, untamed energy that had consumed them.
Kushina lay naked, her crimson hair spread like a fiery halo across the pillow. Her skin glowed in the dim morning light, a soft sheen of sweat still clinging to her curves. Naruto lay beside her, his face nestled between her large, pillowy breasts, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. She was still asleep, but even in her slumber, she murmured, a soft, needy whisper escaping her lips.
"More… give me more…" she mumbled, shifting slightly in her sleep, pressing him closer.
Naruto exhaled slowly, his heart pounding as he fought the growing heat within him. He could still feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her flesh against him. His fingers twitched, aching to trace the smooth lines of her figure. A deep part of him wanted to wake her, to claim her again, but he resisted. Instead, he simply breathed her in, allowing himself a moment to take in everything about her.
"She's so much like Ino…" he thought, his gaze wandering over her sleeping face. The resemblance was uncanny. Not just in appearance, though there were differences—Kushina's hair was longer, red instead of blonde, her body more mature, her breasts larger—but the way she carried herself, the way she laughed, even the way she cried… it all reminded him of Ino.
His heart clenched. He closed his eyes, memories washing over him like waves. He could almost hear Ino's voice, feel her warmth, see her smile. But then, a darker memory surfaced—one that made his blood run cold.
That dream…
The thought had occurred to him only a few nights ago, after he'd fallen asleep in Ino's bed. It hadn't just been a dream; it had been a nightmare. He'd seen Ino, lying on a hospital bed, her face pale, her body weak. She was giving birth, struggling, gasping for breath. And then... her hands. Dark, dark hands, wrapping around her throat, squeezing, cutting off her air.
She had died that day. Everyone had said it was complications from childbirth, but… what if it wasn't? What if someone had murdered her? What if she had been taken from him? The thought sent a violent shiver down his spine. He clenched his fists, his breathing uneven.
"Did someone… kill her?"
His mind swirled with doubts, with questions that had no answers. The dream had felt too real, too vivid. But there was no proof, nothing to confirm his fears. It was just his mind playing tricks on him… wasn't it?
Kushina stirred beside him, her lashes fluttering open. She blinked sleepily before focusing on him, her lips curling into a soft smile.
"Honey… what's wrong?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep.
Naruto shook his head quickly. "Nothing… it's nothing."
Kushina frowned but didn't press. Instead, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him. "Mmm… thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, trying to push the haunting thoughts from his mind.
"For making me feel good… for making me a woman," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. She kissed his forehead, her warm breath tickling his skin. "You're really something, detective."
Naruto managed a small smile. "Anything for you… Tomato."
She laughed softly, nudging him playfully. "Tomato, huh?"
"You're a beautiful tomato," he teased, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder.
She smirked, her fingers threading through his hair. "And you… are mine now."
Naruto didn't respond. He just held her tighter, burying his face against her chest, trying to lose himself in her warmth, even as the shadows of his past loomed over him.
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