Morning. Bedroom. Bed. Woman. A pale, pointless dawn, the kind where you just want to lie there for another fifteen minutes and let it be, because the urge to get up is absolutely not there...
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I didn't think that come morning I'd feel like composing a third-rate parody. Usually, after a wild night, people smoke. Hmmm, start smoking purely to fully unwind after sex? No, that's too easy to get hooked on, and hooked so hard you won't feel like doing anything actually useful afterwards. Like, for example...
While I stared at Kushina's bare back, peacefully asleep beside me, a thought popped back into my head.
"Oh, I'm screwed," I muttered under my breath, realizing it was already morning.
By now I was supposed to be at the forest park, fully warmed up. If old lady Fujiko doesn't find me at our morning training, next time we meet she'll skin me alive. I don't even know what to do: sprint over there now or just say screw it? On the one hand, whatever I choose, Fujiko will put me through a "special" regimen; on the other, if I apologize sincerely... Ah, to hell with it. She won't kill me, and leaving Kushina alone after our first night together is hardly the smartest move.
By the way, why don't I remember what happened last evening in Naruko's room? I clearly made six clones, and yet I've got neither a headache nor any memories returning from them.
Slipping out of bed smoothly, I ghosted out of the room, pulling on a pair of boxers I found. Passing the living room, the reason no clone memories had come back became obvious: one of the clones who was supposed to create the abili for Kushina was snoring away on the sofa. No henge, either.
"Oh, they didn't dispel," I noted with some sadness, understanding that now I was facing a heavy-duty dose of headaches before lunch... Although, all I really have to do is dispel them while I'm far enough away that the mental link doesn't reach me. Yeah, I'll do that. And just to be sure they didn't do anything stupid while I was busy with Kushina, I'll dispel one of them nearby and check.
I found Naruko - all five of her - in her own room, asleep. Each was cuddling with a sleeping Akira. Dispersing the Akira who had his arms around Naruko, I immediately got a download of last night's info.
I know how free-spirited my clones can get once I black out, so I had a reason to be nervous as I sifted through those memories. To my relief, their behavior more or less aligned with basic ethics. If you ignored the fact that some clones had Naruko sitting on their lap while they tutored her, absentmindedly stroking the crown of her head, everything looked fine.
Sure, to know for certain whether any clone crossed the line, I'd need to dispel each one. But what I saw was enough, and besides, clones are clones - they're spun off my personality. I didn't need to overthink it. If Naruko were a grown woman, though, we'd be having a very different conversation.
I filled two glasses with water and went back to the bedroom, where Kushina was still sleeping peacefully. Well, that lasted right up until I set a glass down on the nightstand beside her with a clink.
"Naruko, what are you doi..." Her eyelids fluttered as she slowly woke up. The moment she saw me, she startled, hands flying to cover the more intimate places. "Ah... it's you." Her gaze finally focused as memories of our night surfaced. As if she wanted to double-check it herself, she glanced around the room, pushing up a little on her elbows.
Yeah, we'd made a bit of a mess last night. Clothes everywhere, a busted chair, the futon thrown all over the place, and the full-length mirror by the wardrobe... also not in the best state. I recalled how, holding Kushina's thighs aloft, I'd shown her the expression on her face in the mirror, and how, from time to time, her belly flexed and rippled.
Right... let's say I managed to "open her gates," making my essence splash the mirror. Kushina herself didn't look remotely pristine either - her hair clumped in places, and the dried white specks on her torso, face, and neck made it clear I hadn't been stingy with my "resources." The blanket and the floor had also taken collateral damage here and there.
"Why are you covering up?" I asked at last, once I caught her fully lucid gaze.
"Uhhh, hehe, fair point." She let her hands fall and glanced down at herself. "Oh, I need the bathroom," she said, flustered, hopping off the bed.
I stopped her with a hand.
"Let's go together." And before she could answer, I scooped her up princess-style. She squeaked in surprise.
"But... I'm not even dressed," she protested, trying to wriggle free. She got a gentle swat on the rear for her trouble.
"Don't worry, Naruko's asleep. Other than me, no one's going to see you naked."
Sharing a shower is much nicer - and more convenient - than being in there alone. Someone will scrub your back, and then press soft breasts to your back while washing your front. By the time we finished soaping me up, an obvious question, ahem, arose.

"Want a hand?"
I made short work of her back, then tossed the loofah aside and started lathering her front with my hands and fingers. I gave her breasts the lion's share of attention. Kushina leaned into my chest, enjoying the way I touched her. All good, except one part of me was also demanding its share of attention, which was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Squeeze your thighs tight together." Have I ever mentioned I've got a thing for thighs?
Without asking why, Kushina did as requested, still working shampoo through her hair. I bent my knees slightly and guided my cylindrical sponge into the little slot between her kitty and those two pale, meaty thighs pressed tight together.
Not as heavenly as her citadel, but the muscles in her legs gave plenty of pressure. I angled the rub so she'd get her own share of pleasure, too.
Thwap-thwap-thwap.
My hips smacking into her rear made loud, deliciously lewd sounds.
Catching the rhythm and the trick of it, Kushina started rocking her hips back to meet me. One hand pressed my slick length more firmly against her Bermuda Triangle.
"Oh, and now the walls need cleaning," she said without a hint of sadness, still pressing me tight with one hand and teasing the head with the other, while I emptied my magazine. I don't know how many volleys I fired, but the moment I looked at the tiles I realized we'd need five or six tissues at least. Not that Kushina cared about the wall right now.
Letting the shower rinse the foam off us, she turned to face me, set one leg on the rim of the tub, and slid the other closer to the far rim. It was obvious the woman I'd wound up wanted her own slice of the pie. My little soldier - who hadn't failed me once all night - rose to the invitation at once.
Men of the Uzumaki clan are famous for their fierce vitality. Rumor says only a woman of the same clan can truly satisfy a man from Uzumaki - and vice versa. Yesterday, it was hard to tell how strong Kushina's libido truly was. I mean, an unattached woman in her prime had clearly been going without male attention for a long time, and that definitely colored our first night together. Now, in the bath, I could actually test how true those rumors were.
If, after she was fully satisfied, I ended up collapsing in a heap, then I'd have to rethink my isekai harem plans completely. Having several women in your home is great and all, but it'd be a shame if, after discharging ye olde husbandly duties, I lay there like a vegetable for the rest of the day.
I didn't count yesterday because, well, I was busy. But now I planned to. A healthy man can ejaculate two or three times a day easily. If I remember right, my record in my past life was seven. I remember it like yesterday - back in school, stumbling onto a six-episode hentai called "Forbidden Pleasures of Mother."
In this world, in this new body, I've never really tested my limits. Given that a shinobi's body is always saturated with chakra, which is made of life force, it's fair to assume my current record's at least twice that.
****
"Mum, are you going to be long? I need to brush my teeth," came a muffled, questioning voice from behind the door.
"No, ten more minutes," Kushina answered, sounding drained.
"You've said that three times already," her daughter huffed in exasperation, footsteps retreating down the hall.
*Okay, this time I can do it. Come on, Kushina, you've got this.* She grabbed the edge of the tub and tried to stand. Her legs trembled, but they could still hold her weight.
After Akira left, Kushina had soaked in hot water for nearly an hour, recovering from...
*You can't even call that sex. That was just a continuous ravishing of me by me.* Kushina tightened certain muscles and, again, a white trickle slid from her slit. And that was after she'd been lying in warm water for an hour. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it. It was a first for her - even when she took care of herself, she'd never driven herself that far.
As for her ex-husband... sadly, Konoha's Yellow Flash was equally lightning-fast in bed. Practice had stretched their fun from a few minutes to ten, sometimes even twenty, but what's twenty minutes compared to two hours? As they like to say in the Land of Earth, the difference was like night and day.
*I should stop by the hospital, or I'm afraid I won't be able to walk properly all day. And I need to comb through my library to find that fuin scheme for contraception. Akira is a wonderful man in every sense, but I don't think he wants to be a father this early. And... if I'm pregnant, I won't be able to enjoy my newly blossomed sex life the same way. With his size, he could easily hurt the fetus.* Having tasted new facets of intimacy, Kushina absolutely did not want to give up that form of closeness with Akira for a long while. In fact, she doubted she'd be able to give it up at all in the next few years.
****
Still recovering and savoring her breakfast, Kushina smiled as Naruko sat down across from her.
"Mum, did something happen?" Naruko asked, surprised.
"Huh? No, why would you think that?" Kushina panicked a little but tried not to show it.
*No, I definitely locked the bedroom door, and the bathroom too. Plus, I have soundproofing fuin seals in both.* Kushina ran that thought through her head several times.
"I don't know, you're just glowing, smiling ear to ear, and you're radiating positive emotions," Naruko said, delaying her first bite and watching Kushina expectantly.
*Ugh, kso, sometimes I even forget she can feel emotions. The little rascal will sniff out a lie.* One of the main reasons she trusted Akira so quickly was that Naruko liked him. You can fool someone with words, with staged emotions, even with actions - but not Naruko. She instinctively felt sympathy only for people who didn't harbor bad feelings toward her.
Sadly, there weren't many of those around her. Kushina used to sense people's true emotions too, but after the Nine-Tails was resealed, that ability dulled to where she could only feel the strong stuff. And those you didn't even need to "feel" - the face of the person talking would tell the tale.
"Um, I'm just happy Akira helped," Kushina said, not lying - he really had helped, and not only her daughter.
"Yeah. I wish he visited more often. I liked studying with him yesterday. He explains things better than Iruka-sensei, plus he's more fun and not boring at all."
"Oh, don't worry, I've already asked him to drop by more often, and he agreed," Kushina said, and the news visibly delighted her daughter.
"Ah, that reminds me." Naruko paused with a forkful of eggs. "You cleaned the bathroom, right? You forgot to rinse off the cleaning fluid in a few places. I almost slipped a couple of times."
"Oh!" Kushina blurted, flustered, pushing back her chair.
"No, it's okay, I already rinsed everything. It's clean now. I did great, right?" Naruko said with a bright grin, stopping her mother mid-dash.
"A... khm-khm, yes, you're my clever girl," Kushina said, still dying of embarrassment as she sat back down. She barely managed to start calming when Naruko dropped this:
"By the way, we should buy a different cleaner. This one is bad at removing grime and feels kind of sticky. Though the smell is pretty nice. Yeah." She nodded to herself.
"You smelled that liquid?" Kushina shot to her feet again, horrified.
Catching her mother's expression and the cocktail of emotions, Naruko spooked a little.
"Um... yes?" she half-asked, half-confirmed.
"Oh, Kami..." Kushina covered her face and sagged onto the table.
"Um, is it a dangerous cleaner? Could I be poisoned?" Naruko asked, worried now that her mother looked so crushed.
"Ah, no," Kushina waved it off, trying to reel her emotions back under control.
"Oh, good," Naruko smiled, popping the eggs into her mouth. "'Cause..." She kept chewing as she continued, "I also tasted it. Good thing it's not a dangerous one."
Kushina's emotions spun out of control all over again.