Aoba's eyes went wide, but Uchiha Mikoto closed her eyes.
Only after a long time passed did Uchiha Mikoto slowly let go, then lightly licked her bright, luscious flame-red lips.
"Alcohol really does make cowards bold, Kushina was totally right about that."
"Aunt Mikoto?", Aoba was a little surprised and wanted to confirm Uchiha Mikoto's exact condition.
'She… Might not actually be drunk at all.'
"Sorry, did I scare you?", Uchiha Mikoto wrapped one arm around Aoba's neck, and with the fingertips of her other hand gently stroked his lips.
With every breath between their lips and teeth came the rich smell of alcohol.
She was a bit drunk, but honestly not that drunk.
She hadn't even drunk that much.
She just didn't really understand why drinking only a little had already made her whole body floaty and dizzy.
And every time she looked at Aoba, all sorts of dirty yellow junk would pop out of her mind.
She figured it was because she had been too tense these last few days, so even a bit of alcohol easily numbed her brain and shut down her reason.
So the one facing Aoba right now was Uchiha Mikoto completely driven by the dirty yellow junk in her mind, having thrown away her shame.
"I know this isn't like me, and I also shouldn't be doing this, but I really can't keep holding it in."
Uchiha Mikoto wrapped both arms around Aoba's neck, and the aura around her body became more and more aggressive.
She didn't stay lying on the bed anymore. Instead, with a sudden twist, she flipped over and pressed Aoba under her.
Aoba didn't resist, and he didn't spoil the mood by saying something stupid like Aunt Mikoto, I need to get home early. He just quietly looked at Uchiha Mikoto right in front of him.
Waiting for her to keep talking.
Maybe the alcohol and the medicine were affecting the brain a little, because after spacing out for a moment, Uchiha Mikoto continued.
"This is all Kushina's fault!"
"Kushina-nee?"
Aoba blinked, not expecting Uchiha Mikoto to bring up Kushina at a time like this.
"If Kushina hadn't kept whispering all those weird things in my ear, and intentionally provoking me, I could still hold it in, and I wouldn't be doing something like this."
Uchiha Mikoto pouted a little, looking a bit wronged, but soon her expression turned into a smile.
"But I'm also really grateful to her. If Kushina hadn't been willing to support me, then even now I'd be stuck because of my status, satisfied with our current relationship, with no courage to tell you what I really think. I'd only be able to quietly watch you from behind and give you my blessing."
"Even though I don't really want to admit it, I think I've probably felt something for you from a long time ago, you could call it reliance. But now it's more like liking you."
Uchiha Mikoto spoke slowly, rambling a little. The warm bedroom light shone on the side of her face, lighting up a gentleness he had never seen.
"I also know what I'm doing is too much, since Auntie is already this age, and Aoba, you're still so young. So… hic! if you don't like it, then just pretend everything was Auntie's drunken nonsense."
She let out a cute little hiccup, her eyes growing more hazy and unfocused.
"Shizune said something about telling you to go home early. Auntie is fine now, so you don't need to worry about me," And after she said that, she suddenly seemed to lose all strength. Her arms went limp, and she collapsed heavily on Aoba's body.
Making Aoba feel a rush of breathlessness.
It made sense he felt breathless.
Uchiha Mikoto might not compare to Tsunade, but she definitely wasn't someone to underestimate.
Luckily she was soft enough, or he would've had to dodge.
Aoba suddenly felt like he had seen this scene somewhere.
It was almost the same as what happened with Tsunade back then.
Except Tsunade's personality was tougher and more domineering, and she used her drunkenness to flip heaven and earth.
But Uchiha Mikoto was too gentle. She only curled her body into his arms without saying anything.
Her greatest courage had been stealing a kiss and confessing her feelings. She didn't dare go any further.
Even though she had made up her mind, she still gave Aoba a choice.
But if Aoba really treated all of this as Uchiha Mikoto being moody and drunk, covered her with a blanket, told her she was drunk and needed rest, then went home, that would be worse than a beast.
Aoba didn't answer. Instead, he slipped an arm around Uchiha Mikoto's full, soft waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as he softly asked, "So does Aunt Mikoto want me to pretend nothing happened tonight?"
Uchiha Mikoto's body trembled a little, curling even tighter in his arms.
After a long silence, she finally spoke her real thoughts.
"I... don't want that."
Hearing the answer he wanted, Aoba stopped hiding his feelings. One hand slid down to support her round, soft hips, and then he flipped her over and pressed her beneath him.
Uchiha Mikoto's eyes were still hazy as she stared blankly at Aoba right in front of her. Her pretty face was flushed, and her hair was a little messy.
She didn't expect Aoba to suddenly be this bold. She had thought even if he chose to stay tonight, she would be the one taking the lead.
"Aoba…"
"Aunt Mikoto, do you know why I gave you the Yin Seal?"
"Why?"
Uchiha Mikoto asked without thinking.
"Because I was scared that before I grew up, Aunt Mikoto, you'd already get old."
Uchiha Mikoto froze, but Aoba had already lowered his head to kiss her.
It was a fiery kiss.
It instantly flooded this maiden-like married woman with a thick, warm masculine presence.
When the two finally parted, Uchiha Mikoto was completely dazed.
And then she finally saw that terrifying scene she had only ever seen in her dreams at night.
'No, wait!'
It was even scarier than in her dreams, an indescribable thing she had never seen before, as if this was the real dream.
This wasn't a dream, but more dreamlike than any dream.
Her fair fingers instinctively pressed against her full, soft chest.
Uchiha Mikoto felt like her heart was about to leap out.
She trembled faintly with excitement and thrill.
She couldn't control it, and she didn't want to.
Her nightly dreams couldn't compare to this surreal reality.
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From a little after eight until almost midnight, the only witness to what happened in Uchiha Mikoto's bedroom was the ever-ticking clock.
Outside, the sky grew darker, and the bright moon slowly sank westward.
Of course, all of it was blocked by the heavy curtains.
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