The afterglow hadn't even faded when reality kicked poor me square in the balls. Shiho barely lasted two other rooms, let alone the whole house
Though to be fair, I'd set some pretty ambitious goals for christening our new place. Not that I was complaining about her limitations; she wasn't a combat-oriented kunoichi, after all. Her strengths lay in other areas. Areas I'd just thoroughly explored.
She still had some fuel left in her tank after that first round. Being a kunoichi meant something, even for my little nerd, but watching her struggle to stand filled me with a particularly smug brand of satisfaction. Her legs trembled like a newborn deer's, and every time she tried to form a coherent sentence, it dissolved into breathless gasps.
I felt rather proud of that.
Of course, her condition meant I took complete charge of the proceedings. Not that this was exactly breaking news.
Shiho thrived when she could surrender control, when she could let her mind go blank and just feel. Even during that terrifying yandere episode she'd pulled, at her core she remained a woman who found her peace in submission, in trusting me to guide her through the storm of sensation.
It was one of the things I loved about her, this contradiction between her brilliant analytical mind and her need to just... let go.
I'd handled her pliant body through every position I'd been fantasizing about during those long, boring hospital nights. I'd kept her on her knees, her hands pulled back while I took her from behind, one hand gripping her hip for leverage or slapping her ass that made her walls tighten.
The intensity went a notch, and I pushed harder on her. Her chest pressed to the tatami while I drove into her from behind. She'd whimpered into the mat, fingers clawing uselessly at the woven surface.
Then I'd flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over my shoulders and folding her nearly in half as I leaned forward, watching her eyes roll back as I hit depths that made her forget her own name. Her hands had clutched at my forearms, nails biting crescents into my skin.
I had her straddling me once more while I sat against the wall, but this time I'd controlled every rise and fall of her hips with my hands at her waist, setting a punishing rhythm that had her sobbing my name. She'd tried to take control, or rather help, tried to grind against me at her own pace, but I'd held her still and pounded her depths.
She didn't try anything after that.
I'd taken her standing against the wall, one of her legs hooked around my waist while I supported most of her weight, driving up into her while she clung to my shoulders and moaned against my throat. By then, she'd been little more than warm, willing flesh, completely lost to sensation.
My injuries had prickled a few times throughout our marathon session, old wounds protesting the exertion, but I'd been careful even in my frenzy. Not of my own discomfort—that was manageable—but Shiho was weeks pregnant now, and I needed to be mindful of the precious cargo she carried. Every thrust had been calculated, every position chosen with her safety in mind, even as my baser instincts screamed for more.
After that, I hadn't exactly slowed down. I got greedy, experimenting while she just melted into whatever shape I bent her into.
I had her in my lap, facing away, bouncing on my cock while her back pressed to my chest, and I whispered filth into her ear.
I carried her through the hall with my cock still inside her, one arm under her thighs and the other locked around her back, rutting into her with every unsteady step.
I lay her across the kitchen table, on her side with one leg hooked high, while I took her slow and deep until she was mumbling nonsense.
And later, I dragged a cushion onto the tatami and sat her sideways across my lap like a doll, her knees hanging uselessly while I drove up into her from below, making her squeak at every thrust.
By the time I was done testing just how many ways her body could fold around mine, she wasn't even trying to move anymore. Merely trembling and taking everything I gave her.
I'd had my fill of her flesh and given my girl the fuck of her life. I didn't bother counting how many times I'd released inside her, but I'd never felt so... refreshed. Barely pausing for water and some hastily grabbed snacks, we'd gone at it all day and most of the night, christening our new home with the kind of thorough enthusiasm that would probably scandalize the neighbors, if we had any.
I suspected the residual Nature Energy still coursing through my system had affected me somehow. It was odd. I didn't remember the previous two times having such a memorable aftertaste lingering days later. Usually, the effects of borrowing that power faded quickly, leaving me drained and hollow. This time felt different.
So I'd spent the remaining hours of the night meditating beside Shiho's utterly spent form after bathing her and dressing her in soft cotton pajamas. She deserved comfort and care after taking every load I'd given her, after surrendering so completely to my hunger. Her face had looked blissful in sleep, lips slightly parted, hair spread across the pillow.
The meditation hadn't provided concrete answers, but it had been helpful in its own way. More importantly, it made me realize my perception of Nature Energy had been heightened significantly. Not yet sure if it was permanent, but that was a huge fucking deal.
Sensing Nature Chakra was the first and hardest step in learning Senjutsu. Most people never got past that initial hurdle.
After sensing came the second and most dangerous step. Absorption. I'd had to fight myself hard not to be hasty and reckless about it. I didn't fancy turning into a statue or, knowing my luck, a red panda. The scare that would give poor Shiho...
The red panda thing wasn't random paranoia, either. Red panda, not owl. I'd never been properly taught how to absorb Nature Energy safely. While Aouru had always handled that part as part of our devil's bargain, taking years from my lifespan in exchange for the power boost. Never once did they teach anything.
Momiji Sanctuary had taught me the basics before Shifu had decided to sit on a mountain peak and accidentally swallow the whole thing up his ass.
Metaphorically speaking. Probably.
Still. I'd need to pay a visit to Momiji Sanctuary. Screw the red pandas and their teaching methods, but I needed a safe way to train Senjutsu without risking petrification or worse.
Dawn came faster than expected, and with the voices in my head whispering increasingly tempting suggestions about just diving headfirst into Nature Energy absorption, I decided a walk was in order.
After changing into clean clothes and pressing a soft kiss to Shiho's forehead—she didn't even stir—I left our new house and walked past the compound that wasn't quite a compound yet, heading into the village proper.
I needed to clear my head, but I also had practical concerns. A new home meant an empty fridge, and even legendary shinobi had to eat.
The merchant district at this hour looked like a stage set waiting for its actors. Empty stalls lined the main thoroughfare, their wooden frames casting long shadows in the early morning light.
A few vendors were already setting up. An elderly woman arranging vegetables with the practiced efficiency of decades, a fishmonger hosing down his display case with water that steamed in the cool air.
The smell of fresh bread drifted from a bakery somewhere deeper in the district, mixing with the lingering scent of yesterday's commerce. Spilled sake, trampled fruit, and the faint musk of too many people in too small a space.
This part of Konoha sat eastward of the heart of the village, close enough to the administrative district that important people could shop without venturing too far from their towers of power, but far enough from the residential areas that the noise and chaos didn't disturb anyone's beauty sleep. Smart planning, really.
As I strolled along the empty street, I found myself evaluating potential shop locations with a businessman's eye. Just an afterthought, but the prototype for the civilian-grade sealing scrolls had been completed, and the first production batch would be ready soon.
Time to think about marketing strategies and distribution channels. A corner spot near the main entrance would be costly but guarantee foot traffic. Something midway down the street might be more affordable while still catching the eye of serious shoppers rather than just browsers.
The whole venture felt surreal, to be honest. Going from throwing down with a Mizukage to worrying about retail space in the span of weeks. But money was money, and I had a pregnant girlfriend and a large house to maintain now. Responsibilities had a way of making even former village-killers think about profit margins.
"Eishin!" The voice boomed across the empty street with enough enthusiasm to wake half the district. "I can see the fires of youth burning brightly within you this morning! Your recovery has returned you to full vigor!"
I turned to find Guy-sensei approaching with his trademark grin, green jumpsuit immaculate despite the early hour. His posture radiated that infectious energy that made people want to either train harder or hide under their blankets until he went away.
A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "Good morning to you, too, Guy. I'm feeling... rejuvenated, I suppose. Though I have to admit, I'm surprised to see you here at this hour."
For those who know this guy, It was surprising. Pun intended.
Guy-sensei's laughter echoed off the surrounding buildings, rich and warm. "Ah, but what better time to train than when the village sleeps? Though I suspect you have been conducting your own vigorous exercises recently!" His eyes twinkled with barely concealed mirth. "The glow of a man who has truly tested his limits shines from you, my friend! Speaking of limits—now that you are feeling so well, perhaps it is time we settled that promised match between us?"
I frowned for a moment, then felt my lips twitch as the implications of his words hit me. "You know…. now that I think about it, I'm not feeling quite as energetic as I first thought."
Another booming laugh. "Ha! The honesty of youth! But tell me, how are you finding your new home? A man's dwelling should reflect his spirit—spacious enough for grand gestures, comfortable enough for rest."
Well, here you have it, any more hints to ignore, and I would rather be diagnosed with brain damage.
They'd put Guy-sensei on surveillance duty, it seemed.
I smelt the fishiness the moment he'd appeared. The Guy-sensei I knew wouldn't waste such a perfect morning on casual encounters. By this time, he'd normally be ascending his fourth mountain via handstand walking, or doing one-armed pull-ups from the Hokage Monument, or running laps around the village while carrying a boulder on his back just because Tuesday demanded extra effort.
But as if that wasn't enough, he'd started dropping hints with all the subtlety of a landslide. He might as well have been wearing a sign reading OFFICIAL KONOHA SPY in bright orange letters.
I wasn't surprised they'd put someone to watch me. It was expected, really. I'd killed a Kage, for fuck's sake. Hell, some would argue surveillance was the bare minimum response. Under different leadership, I could easily see being locked up or having my movements severely restricted.
But still, the fact that they'd chosen Guy-sensei... I had to give it to Minato. Hat off to the man, he'd chosen brilliantly.
Guy-sensei was strong enough to actually stop me if I tried anything, and more importantly, he was one of the few people who could dissuade me from even attempting anything in the first place. Trust and respect were funny things.
I wondered if Minato had expected Guy-sensei to reveal himself this obviously, or if it was an accepted risk. Maybe even part of the plan?
My smile softened as I looked at Guy-sensei's earnest face. "You know what? This sounds like a conversation best had over breakfast. I haven't eaten yet, and it would be my honor to treat you to a meal."
Guy's expression brightened impossibly further. "Excellent! Nothing fuels the fires of youth like sharing a hearty breakfast! Camaraderie only grows stronger over good food! Lead the way, my friend!"
Well, at least my surveillance detail would be entertaining. And expensive to feed, knowing Guy-sensei's appetite.
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