On the other side, as Gento completed his hand seals, Mikoto, who was doing housework at home, suddenly stiffened.
She only felt that from the seal at her lower abdomen, a fine current of electricity suddenly surged out.
"Mm!"
The current ran wildly through her body.
She bit her lip, yet still couldn't hold back a soft moan, her whole body collapsing onto the floor as she trembled slightly.
After a long while, that strand of chakra finally receded.
She braced herself against the ground and slowly stood up, a lingering flush still on her cheeks.
At the side, Itachi noticed something unusual and looked at her, a trace of concern in his gaze:
"Mother, what's wrong?"
Mikoto gave a light cough, adjusted her collar, and spoke as calmly as possible:
"It's nothing, Itachi."
She paused, then added:
"Mom has something to go out for in a bit. Stay home and watch your little brother."
Itachi nodded without asking further.
Recently, there weren't many missions on the Anbu side anyway, so he had plenty of time to train every day.
Occasionally helping his mother take care of his younger brother wasn't bad either.
Seeing Itachi agree, Mikoto turned and went into the inner room.
She first carefully changed her clothes.
Then, facing the mirror, she rearranged her hair, coiling it up again and inserting a simple hairpin.
She applied a light layer of powder and dabbed a faint touch of lipstick on her lips.
The woman in the mirror had flowing eyes and a peach-blossom face, her entire being exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
She picked up the bath basket she had already prepared, which contained a towel, a wooden comb, and a small bottle of fragrant ointment said to have aphrodisiac effects.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and walked out.
As she walked along the road, she thought:
Didn't I just come yesterday? Why again today…
Yet as she thought this, scenes from yesterday at Gento's house involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
She recalled his powerful hands, his well-built body, those blush-inducing moments…
Mikoto's cheeks grew hot again.
Before long, she arrived at the entrance of Desire Hot Springs.
From afar, she saw Gento standing there.
Gento lifted his eyes to look, his gaze pausing slightly.
He saw Mikoto wearing a purple floral kimono, the soft fabric clinging to her body, outlining her full and graceful figure perfectly.
The sash at her waist tightened her slender waist, while below her hips, her curves became suddenly fuller, pushing against the kimono fabric and outlining a plump, rounded silhouette.
In her hand, she carried a bath basket, revealing a fair, delicate wrist.
With light makeup on her face, her brows and eyes carried a hint of shyness along with anticipation, her whole being exuding a carefully dressed elegance and charm.
Gento said nothing, only giving her a slight nod before turning and walking toward the mixed bath area.
Understanding, Mikoto lowered her head and followed behind him.
Fortunately, the novelty of the hot springs had already passed, and with the large area, it was no longer as crowded as when it first opened.
They didn't encounter many people along the way.
After walking for a while, Mikoto finally saw Gento waiting ahead.
Gento looked around, and seeing no one nearby, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace:
"So? When Fugaku came back last night, he didn't get suspicious, did he?"
Mikoto gave a soft snort, her eyes shifting with a trace of coy annoyance:
"He's not that attentive."
After saying that, she didn't wait for Gento to continue and instead changed the subject:
"You can't go too far today."
She lowered her gaze, her voice softening slightly:
"Sasuke is still young, he can't eat on his own… yesterday when I got back, he hadn't eaten enough and cried for a long time."
Hearing this, Gento showed an embarrassed smile:
"Today I really didn't have any other intentions, I just asked you out to give you a massage."
Mikoto rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly:
"As if I'd believe you~"
Afterward, Gento led Mikoto toward his private clan head hot spring.
Pushing open the wooden door, a fresh herbal fragrance rushed toward them.
This was an independent bathhouse at the innermost part of the hot springs, with a tranquil environment and smooth pebbles covering the ground.
Steam rose gently from the pool, with a few flower petals floating on the water's surface.
Clean towels were placed on a wooden rack in the corner, everything neatly arranged, clearly cleaned daily.
Gento turned around and stared directly at Mikoto without concealment, a hint of heat in his gaze:
"Alright, change and get into the pool."
Mikoto's face flushed under his gaze as she scolded softly:
"You pervert!"
Then, instead of avoiding him, she reached out and slowly untied the sash at her waist.
Her outer robe slipped off, revealing the swimsuit she had already worn underneath.
It was a deep purple swimsuit, with little fabric, yet it made her full figure even more eye-catching.
Her collarbone, waist, thighs… large patches of fair skin were exposed to the air.
Gento's eyes lit up, and he instinctively moved forward.
Yet Mikoto suddenly smiled, turned around, and with a "splash," jumped into the pool, sending up a large spray of water.
The water splashed all over Gento, soaking him completely in an instant.
He looked down at his drenched clothes, laughed and cursed lightly, quickly changed into swim trunks, and jumped into the pool as well.
Mikoto laughed as she retreated, but the pool wasn't large; after only a few steps, she was caught by Gento.
"You! Don't be so quick… let me get used to it first."
Gento had already placed his hands on her shoulders, his tone carrying a hint of amusement:
"Get used to what? This time I really came to give you a massage."
As he spoke, his hands began to knead gently.
His fingertips pressed against her shoulders and neck, the force neither too light nor too heavy, just right.
First moving in slow circles, then pressing downward along the lines of her muscles.
"Mm!"
Mikoto couldn't help letting out a soft moan.
That sour, swollen sensation spread from her shoulders, as if the fatigue accumulated over a long time was being kneaded away bit by bit under his hands.
She only felt her shoulders growing lighter and lighter, her entire body relaxing.
"Mm… Gento… you're really good at this…"
Her voice softened, carrying a trace of lazy satisfaction.
Gento smiled slightly, his fingers slowly moving down along her back:
"Don't rush, there's something even more stimulating coming later."
His hands climbed onto her back, pressing slowly along the muscles on either side of her spine.
His thumbs applied force, lingering and kneading on those slightly stiff acupoints.
Mikoto only felt a wave of numb soreness spread across her back, that soreness mixed with an indescribable comfort.
Her back, which had grown somewhat stiff from years of toil, now felt as if it was being gently kneaded open bit by bit by a pair of tender hands, every inch of muscle stretching out.
"Ah!"
She couldn't help letting out another soft cry, this time louder than before, carrying a faint tremor.
Gento's hands did not stop, continuing downward until they pressed against her waist.
That was one of Mikoto's most sensitive areas.
The moment his fingers applied pressure, her body trembled slightly.
"Don't… there…"
Her voice carried a hint of pleading, yet within that plea was also a trace of anticipation.
Gento did not stop, his fingers pressing into the hollow of her waist, slowly circling.
That swelling, aching sensation spread from her waist, causing her entire body to soften.
"Does it feel good?"
He leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice.
Mikoto bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and only after a long moment did she squeeze out a response through her nose:
"Mm… it f-feels… good~"
Gento smiled, increasing the strength in his hands slightly.
Mikoto's body trembled again, broken soft moans spilling from her lips.
Those sounds carried both a trace of shyness and an uncontrollable pleasure.
Her hands subconsciously grasped Gento's arm, her fingertips tightening slightly.
…
Two hours later, Gento finally stopped.
Mikoto lay limp in his arms, unable to muster even the slightest strength in her body.
Leaning against his shoulder, her cheeks were flushed with moisture, her gaze unfocused, yet a satisfied smile lingered at the corner of her lips.
"Gento… your technique… is really amazing…"
Gento grinned smugly.
Speaking of which, back on Blue Star, he had learned quite a few massage technique videos online.
He hadn't expected them to come in handy now.
Mikoto suddenly remembered something, opened her eyes, and said softly:
"Right, in three days, Kushina will be discharged from the hospital."
Hearing this, Gento's heart stirred.
Kushina… was she finally going to recover?
Mikoto continued:
"Now that Minato has died, Kushina is raising the child alone, it hasn't been easy. When the time comes, let's go pick her up from the hospital."
Gento raised an eyebrow:
"Is that really necessary?"
Mikoto nodded slowly, her expression growing more serious:
"Although Kushina isn't weak, recently since Danzo took over the Leaf Police Force, Konoha's public security…"
She shook her head without continuing, but the meaning was already clear.
Gento fell into thought.
He recalled the slave mark he had planted on Kushina and nodded:
"Alright, we'll go together to pick her up then."
After saying that, he gently kissed Mikoto on the forehead, stood up, and took a set of clean clothes from the wooden rack beside him. As he dressed, he said:
"I'll head out first. Stay a bit longer, soak some more, and wash up before heading back."
Mikoto nodded, leaning softly against the edge of the pool, watching his figure disappear beyond the door.
…
After leaving Desire Hot Springs, Gento planned to wander around the village for a bit.
To see if he might run into a Kunoichi that met the system's criteria.
As he walked along the street, a sudden commotion sounded from ahead.
He looked up and saw several ninja wearing the uniforms of the Leaf Police Force, wielding batons as they struck fiercely at a few people on the ground.
The batons fell with dull thuds.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
"Sir, I won't dare do it again! Never again!"
The civilians on the ground clutched their heads, curling into balls as they let out heart-wrenching screams.
After beating them for a while, the police ninja seemed to grow tired and finally stopped to catch their breath.
One of them even spat and cursed under his breath.
The surrounding civilians either lowered their heads and hurried past, or pretended to busy themselves with their work. Not a single person dared step forward, not even daring to look too much.
Suddenly, one of the bloodied civilians on the ground struggled to raise his head.
His dazed eyes swept across the crowd until they suddenly landed on Gento standing not far away.
His eyes lit up.
Enduring the intense pain in his back, he crawled toward Gento with both hands and feet.
"You… I recognize you!"
"You're the head of the Uchiha clan!"
Gento looked down at him without speaking.
The man continued:
"We… we regret it now! We regret letting Danzo become the head of the Police Force!"
"You Uchiha… come back quickly!"
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