The Uchiha clan compound.
A place once bustling with life was now unusually quiet.
At dusk, only a single light was on.
"Sasuke, you're still too young. Don't be hasty."
Hatake Kakashi advised, "Chidori is still too early for you."
"I want to beat Naruto."
Uchiha Sasuke said expressionlessly.
Kakashi felt a bit helpless.
To be honest, he hadn't expected Uzumaki Naruto to be such a prodigy.
Even Uchiha Sasuke couldn't beat him—unbelievable.
With two-tomoe Sharingan, he could already match a chunin.
On top of that, with a jonin like him as teacher, and he still couldn't beat Naruto—downright unscientific.
While the two were talking, up on a utility pole not far away, Natsume made a side discovery.
He spotted Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame.
He'd seen the former, not the latter, but Kisame's distinctive looks made him easy to recognize.
Natsume was genuinely curious whether one of Kisame's parents had shark blood… or wasn't even human.
After all, maybe the ninja world doesn't have reproductive isolation.
Ahem.
Natsume reined in his wild thoughts and considered why the two had come to Konoha.
To capture the Nine-Tails?
Way too early.
According to the original plot, it'd be at least a few years from now.
Was it because of Uchiha Sasuke?
Natsume's interference had prevented Itachi from meeting his younger brother on the night of the massacre and casting Tsukuyomi.
So, is he back to "give a gift"?
Natsume narrowed his eyes, and suddenly thought of Uchiha Mikoto.
How could he miss something this entertaining?
Natsume vanished from where he stood and appeared at the daimyo residence in the Land of Waves.
He walked to Uchiha Mikoto's room, but didn't enter—he went to the window.
The scene inside came into view.
She was masturbating, her fingers buried deep inside her slick, aching pussy.
Uchiha Mikoto held a long, smooth flute between her thighs, using it like a makeshift dildo, her hands constantly weaving through the motions of sliding it in and out.
Maybe it was too hot—her face was flushed red, her chest heaving as she panted out heated breaths, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
Moments later, her body tensed, and her moans turned into a soft, ecstatic chant as she climaxed—her orgasm crashing over her in waves of shuddering pleasure.
Natsume appeared in front of her in an instant.
Uchiha Mikoto, like a startled bird, instantly grabbed the sheet to cover her exposed, glistening sex and the flute still slick with her juices.
"It's me."
Natsume reached out, stroked her fevered cheek, and said, "No need to be shy."
"I…I…"
Uchiha Mikoto was overcome with shame, her cheeks burning as she wanted to avert herself, but not daring to, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release.
"You've been very obedient. I'm pleased."
Natsume smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Today I'll take you to see your two sons."
"Two?"
Uchiha Mikoto's face changed drastically, her eyes widening in shock and fear. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what you think. The two brothers are about to meet."
Natsume confirmed her guess, his voice smooth and teasing, knowing full well the turmoil it stirred in her.
Mikoto rose at once, her body still flushed from her earlier self-pleasure, not forgetting to hastily pull on a thin dress that clung to her sweat-dampened skin. The fabric did little to hide the curves of her full breasts or the lingering wetness between her thighs.
Because of her two sons, she couldn't care less that an outsider was present, her maternal instincts overriding any sense of modesty as she exposed herself briefly in her rush.
Natsume enjoyed quite a view, his gaze lingering hungrily on her naked form before the dress covered it—the swell of her hips, the dark patch of hair above her slick pussy, and the way her nipples hardened in the cool air.
"Hurry, take me!"
Mikoto grabbed his arm, anxious and desperate, her fingers digging into his sleeve.
"Is that how you ask for a favor?"
Natsume shook his head, a little disappointed, his lips curling into a predatory smirk. "Aunt Mikoto, that won't do."
"You…"
Mikoto gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with frustration and barely contained anger. "What exactly do you want?"
Her attitude was firmer than usual, a spark of defiance in her eyes despite the vulnerability of her situation.
"It's not about what I want—it's about what you should do."
Natsume handed the choice to her, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming as he towered over her.
He wanted to see how this gentle and kind beauty would act in such a situation, how far she would degrade herself for the sake of her family.
The next moment.
Uchiha Mikoto pressed her lips to his, her kiss tentative at first, a desperate offering born of necessity. Her soft mouth parted slightly, inviting him in as she tried to appease him.
She was about to flee when he caught her slippery tongue with his own, sucking it into his mouth and deepening the kiss with forceful hunger. His hands roamed her body, one sliding up her thigh under the dress to cup her still-damp pussy, his fingers teasing the swollen folds slick with her earlier arousal.
She tried to push him away, her palms pressing weakly against his chest, but she didn't have the strength or the will to truly resist. In the end, eyes brimming with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks, she silently accepted, her body yielding as he pushed her back onto the bed.
Natsume broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "That's better, Aunt Mikoto. Show me how obedient you can be."
He yanked the dress up over her hips, exposing her naked lower body once more. Her pussy was glistening, puffy from her masturbation, and he wasted no time in freeing his throbbing cock from his pants. It sprang out, thick and veined, already hard with anticipation. He rubbed the swollen head against her entrance, coating it in her juices as she whimpered beneath him.
"Please...," Mikoto whispered, her voice breaking, but her hips betrayed her, arching slightly toward him.
Natsume chuckled darkly, positioning himself at her slick opening. "You'll beg for more by the end." With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her tight walls around his girth. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely, the sensation overwhelming—a mix of shame, pain, and unwelcome pleasure.
He began to move, pounding into her with relentless rhythm, his hips slamming against hers. Each thrust drove deeper, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside her that made her moan despite herself. Her breasts bounced with the force of it, nipples erect and begging for attention. Natsume leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand pinched and twisted the other, drawing cries from her lips.
Mikoto's tears flowed freely now, mixing with the sweat on her skin, but her body responded traitorously—her pussy clenching around him, growing wetter with every invasion.
"No... ahh... stop..." she pleaded weakly, even as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
"You're so wet for me, Aunt Mikoto," Natsume growled, his pace quickening, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the room. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles, forcing waves of ecstasy through her resistant body. She bucked against him, her orgasm building against her will, her inner muscles fluttering around his shaft.
Finally, she shattered, her back arching as she came hard, her pussy spasming and squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Natsume didn't stop, thrusting through her climax until he reached his own, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with hot spurts of cum, marking her as his.
He pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip from her abused pussy, a satisfied grin on his face as she lay there, panting and broken, her body trembling from the aftershocks.
…
"Aunt Mikoto, brace yourself."
Three minutes later, Natsume spoke.
He performed the Flying Thunder God Technique.
The two reappeared in the Uchiha clan compound.
Natsume formed a seal and entered Sage Mode.
Then cast a barrier to avoid detection.
"Itachi!"
Sasuke had just sent Kakashi off when he saw the brother he thought of day and night.
He immediately activated his two-tomoe Sharingan and charged.
"My foolish little brother, you still don't understand the gap between us."
Itachi's eyes spun, Mangekyo Sharingan emerging. With ease, he clamped a hand around Sasuke's neck.
"Sasuke!"
Mikoto screamed.
Luckily Natsume had raised a barrier, or they'd be exposed.
He pressed her head down and pinched her chin. "Watch closely. If you rush in, you'll die."
Mikoto struggled; Sasuke struggled.
He was short of breath, but rage kept him moving.
"Why?!"
"Because of my capacity."
Itachi's calm voice sounded. "I want to test the limits of my capacity."
"What bull crap capacity?!"
Sasuke's tears flowed as he roared, "My brother wouldn't kill Father for such a stupid reason! Or slaughter the clan!"
"Naive."
Itachi's eyes spun again. "Then see it for yourself."
Tsukuyomi!
The scene in Sasuke's eyes changed rapidly, returning to the night of the massacre.
He watched Itachi kill everyone again and again.
"No!"
Sasuke cried out in pain.
Itachi showed no mercy, instead repeating it over and over.
"I beg you! Save Sasuke!"
Mikoto's eyes filled with tears as well.
She didn't know Itachi's ocular technique, but she could see Sasuke's agony.
Natsume shook his head.
Sharingan's awakening is like this.
Sasuke's ocular power was growing rapidly.
Aside from Naruto, the one he cared about most was Itachi.
His appearance now was indeed helpful.
"I can do anything!"
Mikoto, distraught, cried, "As long as you help, I'll do whatever you say from now on!"
Classic loss of reason from concern.
But for Natsume, quite a return.
"Wait here. Do not leave this barrier."
Natsume warned, "If you do, you'll bear the consequences."
Mikoto nodded immediately.
No matter how bold she might be, she wouldn't gamble with her son's life.
And she wasn't bold.
"Since when can rogue ninja show up in Konoha out in the open?"
Natsume slowly stepped out of the darkness and greeted, "Itachi, long time no see."
"Natsume."
Itachi said calmly, "Congratulations on becoming the Hokage's aide."
"Nothing worth congratulating."
Natsume pointed at Sasuke. "I suggest you let him go. He's a Konoha ninja. You aren't."
A flash of pain crossed Itachi's eyes.
That line hit a real nerve.
"Wait, Kisame."
Itachi shook his head. "No need."
"Why?"
Kisame, holding Samehada, bared a mouthful of fangs.
"Killing him only brings trouble."
Itachi dropped the now-unconscious Sasuke. "Let's go."
He didn't spare Natsume a glance.
In his view, Natsume posed no threat.
And Natsume didn't act.
Being able to so easily gain Mikoto's allegiance—pure profit.
He even felt like telling Itachi the truth right now.
Mikoto rushed out and hugged Sasuke.
"He's fine."
Natsume said casually.
In truth, only he knew Itachi wouldn't harm Sasuke.
Of course, there was one exception.
If Sasuke betrayed Konoha and went on a killing spree—
Itachi might deal a fatal blow.
After all, he didn't have Kotoamatsukami now.
"Sasuke."
Mikoto, reassured, breathed a sigh of relief and wouldn't let go.
"He should wake soon."
Natsume glanced over. "If you really care about him, leave now so he won't see you."
Mikoto's expression complicated, she finally let go.
She rose slowly. "Let's go."
Flying Thunder God.
They returned to the daimyo residence in the Land of Waves.
Seeing Mikoto's tear-streaked face, her eyes red and swollen from the emotional turmoil of reuniting with her sons and the lingering shame of their earlier encounter, Natsume softened, a rare flicker of something like compassion crossing his features.
He reached out, his fingers gently wiping away the salty trails from her cheeks, and said gently, "Don't blame me. Rest well."
But instead of obeying, Mikoto suddenly hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body against his, her full breasts squishing against his chest through the thin fabric of her dress. The embrace was desperate, charged with pent-up frustration and desire.
As if a switch had flipped, she went from gentle waters to scalding surge—completely unhinged, her usual composure shattering like fragile glass. She pulled back just enough to crush her lips against his in a fierce, hungry kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with aggressive need, tasting him deeply as her hands clawed at his clothes.
All her emotions burst forth—rage, sorrow, lust, and a burning resolve. She'd been suppressed too long, her body and spirit caged by grief and manipulation, and after witnessing the two brothers today—Sasuke's pained eyes and the shadow of Itachi's betrayal—she could no longer hold onto reason. The floodgates opened, and she channeled it all into this raw, physical release.
At the end of the day, she was a normal woman, with desires and needs that had been ignored for far too long, now erupting in a torrent of passion.
More importantly, after seeing Sasuke again, she had made up her mind—she would do anything, even surrender her body and soul to this man if it meant gaining the strength she craved.
Mikoto's hands roamed urgently, tearing at Natsume's shirt to expose his toned chest, her nails raking down his skin and leaving red trails. She ground her hips against him, feeling the growing bulge in his pants press against her core, igniting a fire between her thighs.
Natsume, caught off guard but aroused by her sudden ferocity, responded in kind. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the nearby bed, tossing her onto the soft mattress. She didn't hesitate, scrambling to her knees and yanking her dress over her head, revealing her naked body—her heavy breasts swaying, nipples already hard and begging for attention, her pussy still slick from earlier, now aching anew with fresh arousal.
He stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Mikoto lunged forward, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking him deep into her mouth with desperate fervor. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tasting the salty essence as she bobbed her head, taking him to the back of her throat and gagging slightly but not stopping. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with her tears, as she hollowed her cheeks and hummed around him, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.
Natsume groaned, his fingers tangling in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm as he thrust gently into her eager mouth. "That's it, Aunt Mikoto... show me how badly you want it." But she was in control now, pulling off with a wet pop and pushing him down onto his back. Straddling him, she positioned her dripping pussy over his cock, rubbing the swollen lips along his length to coat him in her juices.
With a determined glare, her eyes fierce and unwavering, she sank down onto him, impaling herself on his full girth in one swift motion. A sharp cry escaped her lips as he stretched her inner walls, filling her completely, the sensation a delicious burn that made her shiver. She began to ride him hard, her hips slamming down with forceful abandon, her breasts bouncing wildly as she ground her clit against his pelvis with each descent.
Natsume's hands gripped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh and helping her bounce, his thumbs spreading her cheeks to expose her puckered hole. He thrust up to meet her, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of wet, lewd sounds. Mikoto leaned forward, her nails digging into his chest as she moaned loudly, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, milking his cock with every roll of her hips.
"Harder~!" she demanded, her voice breaking into sobs of pleasure and release.
He obliged, flipping them over so he was on top, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other mauled her breast, pinching the nipple until she arched beneath him. He pounded into her relentlessly, his cock pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt, the head battering against her cervix with each deep thrust. Mikoto's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as she urged him on, her body writhing in ecstasy.
The pressure built rapidly, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her pussy spasming and squirting around his invading shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets. Natsume followed soon after, growling as he buried himself deep and unleashed thick ropes of cum inside her, flooding her womb with his hot seed until it overflowed, dripping out around where they were joined.
They collapsed together, panting and sweat-slicked, Mikoto's body trembling from the intensity. As the haze cleared, her resolve hardened even further—she would do anything.
As long as she could gain power to defeat Itachi.
...
A new day.
He opened his eyes to Mikoto's peaceful face.
She hadn't woken.
Given last night, it would be hard for her to endure.
Natsume rubbed his chin, mulling a question.
Did she awaken yesterday or not?
Not the special third eye—just her normal eyes.
Natsume got up and changed.
He waited for Mikoto to wake until afternoon.
She stirred, dazed. A moment later, yesterday came back to her.
Mikoto covered her face with both hands—shame, guilt, and even joy surged through her.
But why no awakening yet?
How far does it have to go?
Leaning against the wall, Mikoto looked lost.