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Chapter 111 - Into Demon's Lair
🕑 Added 2025-09-24 11:03:47 +0000 UTCWhat would you do when your own village decided you needed to be kept an eye on?
You've got some options. Play the model citizen. Smile, wave, and pretend you don't notice the shadows trailing you. If you have some petty bones, you can go about useless business and let them waste their time documenting your boring daily routine. Or if you aren’t the passive type, flip it on them, spy on the spies, because if you don’t know who’s breathing down your neck, that sharp kiss you’ll feel one night won’t be a lover’s lips, but the Anbu’s tanto.
What you absolutely shouldn't do was something reckless. Something stupid. Something inane that might get you killed without a trial or last words.
Something like knocking on the Hokage's front door, hoping to get... intimate... with his wife.
Yeah, that would be courting death, and nobody sane would ever do that.
I knocked on the Hokage's front door.
What can I say? Shinobi stability’s a myth. The war makes sure of that, the job makes sure of that. A man chooses between sanity and purpose, and I made that choice young. And right now, purpose had me standing on Minato Namikaze’s porch like I was delivering fresh milk on a sunny morning.
Of course, I wasn't a complete fool either. I'd made sure to spy on my spies first. And made an amazing observation. The most annoying snag, Neji Hyuuga wasn't with them. Coudn’t tell if he was excluded from the whole surveillance operation or just his day off, but…. How lucky was this?
It was just Guy and his earnest mini-me, Rock Lee. Fine shinobi, but not built for shadow games. Not specialists in information gathering. They weren't there to collect intel; they were there to block my escape route if I decided to do something against the village's interests.
I'd started suspecting not all of Team Guy was involved when Guy-sensei had suggested I visit Tenten's family weapon shop. I'd put three bird clones on them, and as usual, they'd explode if there was any significant change in the situation. Nothing so far.
Which meant this was my window.
That didn't stop the voice of sanity whispering in my head about what a monumentally bad idea this was. I wasn’t just me anymore. I had someone waiting on me now, and I was going to be a father soon; I needed to think about that, too.
I told myself it wasn’t just about indulgence. I wasn’t here only to chase that heat still ghosting my hands from Kushina Uzumaki’s waist. No, there was a purpose. A goal. At least, that’s what I told myself.
Because purpose’s a nice word for wanting what you shouldn’t.
The door opened, and the moment my gaze landed on that cascade of vivid red hair and the warm smile gracing those perfect features, all my worries evaporated. Kushina Uzumaki stood there in the doorway, her expression soft and welcoming.
She was stunning. Those violet eyes sparkled with maternal warmth, her skin glowed with that Uzumaki vitality, and that green apron-dress hugged every generous curve of her body… it made my mouth go dry. Her fiery hair framed her face, the gentle swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath—
Then the smile shattered, and the door slammed shut.
“…Well.” I pursed my lips. “Not the worst reception I’ve had.”
I stood there long enough to make it awkward, then tapped my knuckles against the door again.
The door cracked open halfway this time, and she peered through the narrow gap like I was carrying the plague.
"You—!" Her voice was a harsh whisper, but I could hear the fury building. “What the hell are you doing here, brat?! You’ve got no business knocking on this door. None. Go away!”
Her reaction was a bit much for a mature woman, let alone an experienced kunoichi. She should've had better emotional control than this. But I wasn't complaining. It was exactly this lack of control that had worked in my favor when I'd had my way with her before.
The problem was, we had an audience now.
Though I doubt they can hear us. I smirked.
“Good morning, Kushina-san, “ I greeted her, then added suggestively, "I'm here for a rematch."
Her face went through phases like weather rolling over a battlefield. Irritation first, sharp lines in her brow. Then a shift, subtle pink searing across her cheekbones. Lips parted, jaw tensed, her eyes wide for half a beat before narrowing again, reddening, smoldering.
I watched her face transform into volcanic rage as her cheeks turned nearly as red as her hair. Her violet eyes blazed with murderous intent, her lips parting in what I was sure would be a string of creative threats she certainly will use before — or was it after? — she beat me into a pulp.
But before she could unleash hell, I made a couple of quick hand signals, informing her of our audience.
Her reaction was a sight worth painting. Kushina's grip on the door tightened until the wood began to creak ominously. Her lips pulled into something that wanted to be a snarl but warped into a trembling smile, domestic, harmless. Her voice followed, sing-song and sweet enough for passing ears.
"Eishin-kun," she said with forced pleasantness that could've cut glass, "thank you for coming by... Naruto's still asleep."
"Is that so?" I smirked, clearly amused by her struggle.
But she had just slammed the door in my face, it won’t do to, I decided to test her limits, letting my eyes travel openly over her body in silence. My gaze lingered on her parted lips, drifted down the elegant line of her throat, and settled on the generous swell of her chest as it rose and fell with her increasingly rapid breathing. That green dress—the same one she'd been wearing when I'd fucked her on her kitchen table….. The memory made my cock twitch in my pants.
The red-haired woman didn't share my amusement. Her smile grew tighter and more strained as she endured my shameless ogling, unable to do anything about it thanks to the very spies her husband had put on me. Oh, the irony of it.
"I-I'll let Naruto know you came by, Eishin-kun," she said, teeth flashing in her mock-smile. "You've just come out of the hospital, so don't linger here making small talk at someone else's door."
I hummed low, licked my lips, gaze dropping deliberately lower, past those wide, motherly hips, pausing just long enough to feed my suspicion. Was that a leg shift under her dress? Just subtle friction, a rub of thighs? Or just me seeing what I wanted? Either way, my cock twitched again. The bastard was as shameless as his owner.
Her teeth stopped grinding, and she added with a sweet smile that would've looked at home on a devil's lips, "Rest properly, Eishin-kun, or the next time Naruto sees you…. you'll be limping instead of leading."
Wow. She really couldn't help herself, could she? That was the Red Hot Habanero for you. I wondered what she'd do if she knew her threat only made my blood sing with anticipation.
“Now that you said it….“ I shifted on my feet and grinned. "I’m starting to feel dizzy." I paused, then added casually, "…But Naruto’s a heavy sleeper, isn’t he? I don’t mind waiting."
My words were carefully chosen, designed to manipulate her into inviting me inside if she wanted to maintain her civil facade.
Her pretty eyebrows twitched dangerously. "That's... thoughtful of you, Eishin-kun,” — why did she keep emphasizing my name like that? — “But Naruto needs his rest. If you're still recovering yourself, then standing here isn't good for your health either. Go home and rest."
She was trying to dismiss me civilly, even as a pink flush crept up her cheeks. Of course, she wouldn't make it easy, but she was underestimating both my shamelessness and how much I was enjoying this little game. It was also encouraging that she wasn't completely immune to my compliments, even without using Devil's Whisper and with all the walls she'd built around herself.
"I might not be available later," I said with fake disappointment. "I just wanted to drop something off for Naruto and show him how to use it." I let my voice take on a warmer tone. "You're so kind to worry about me, Kushina-san.” A vein twitched on her forehead. “But you don’t have to I can always find a tree to wait under—plenty of shade around here. That way, Naruto can get all the rest he needs."
Checkmate.
Her jaw worked, teeth gnashing behind lips clenched to that brittle smile. She locked me with those violet eyes long enough that I almost believed she could incinerate me by glare alone. For a long moment, I thought she might actually slam the door in my face again. She started to click her tongue in annoyance, but caught herself, then reluctantly pushed the door open wider.
"Don’t be silly," she managed some forced hospitality, her lips curving in what might charitably be called a smile while her jaw remained rigid, "I suppose a good host and mother wouldn't leave a guest standing outside. Come in and wait inside…. where it's comfortable."
I licked my lips. Oh, the feeling of cornering a woman like Kushina was so intoxicating. It felt like prying a woman’s thighs apart, slow, but yielding because strength alone couldn’t hold back inevitability.
I smiled back just as easily, and here’s where I twisted the knife. A petty bastard, I was.
"Oh, that's alright, Kushina-san.” I raised my hand with feigned concern. “I wouldn't want to impose on your hospitality. There are plenty of trees around here… I don’t mind waiting under one." I took a deliberate step backward, all polite and proper.
Her reaction was absolutely hilarious.
Kushina froze. Her pretty veneer cracked right down the middle, lips twitching, brow twitching harder, a tremor in that corner of her mouth like she was fighting not to scream bloody murder. Her hand on the edge of the door curled tighter, as if she wanted to hurl the whole damn thing at me. Color surged high in her cheeks, neck blotching scarlet.
“Y-you—!” she sputtered, biting down so hard I almost saw her molars splinter. That hair of hers shimmered in the sun as strands literally lifted with the sudden flare of her chakra. Her jaw worked, lips moving soundlessly for a breath, the fury too tight to force into words without waking the whole house.
I swear I was no masochist, but damn was she hot when she wanted to kill me.
Her nostrils flared like a bull seconds before charging. She'd probably break some ribs, I mused. Mine weren't fully healed yet. It would hurt like hell, but honestly, it'd be worth it just to see what she looked like mid-swing.
But the attack didn't come.
Kushina drew in a deep, shuddering breath, her chakra settling as that magnificent red hair stopped floating around her like she was underwater. When she spoke, her voice was honey poured over broken glass.
"Nonsense. Eishin-kun." Each syllable was measured and controlled. "I couldn't. Possibly. Let Naruto's. Friend. Sit. Outside. Like. That."
The words were inviting. Kinda. If you ignore the delivery and…. everything else that screamed murder. Her hand had curled into a fist that trembled with the effort of not connecting with my face, and those violet eyes promised pain in seventeen different languages.
I was the one who'd pressured her into this invitation, but now I was having second thoughts. There were things scarier than death, after all.
How fucked up was it that the realization made my cock throb?
"If you insist," I smiled, and watched a vein pulse in her forehead. "Sorry for the intrusion," I added as I stepped past her into the entryway, keeping the furious woman in my peripheral vision.
She tracked my movement with narrowed eyes, glaring daggers that would've left me bleeding if looks could kill.
The door creaked as it closed behind us, slowly, painfully, like it was trying to warn me of what came next. The sound reminded me of horror movie doors—you know, the ones you scream at the idiot protagonist to not walk through. A shiver ran down my spine, the hair on my neck standing on end as the sound stretched out, long and tortured.
Click.
Three heartbeats later, I found myself shoved hard against the wall of the entryway, shoes scattered around my feet.
A hand slammed against the wall beside my face, and suddenly Kushina Uzumaki was right there, all burning fury and demonic rage, looking up at me with those devastating eyes. Shorter, yes, but not one bit less intimidating for it. If anything, having to crane her neck to glare at me just made her seem more unhinged.
I'd walked into the lair of a demon. Literally.
My dick couldn't have been harder if I'd tried.
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Author’s Note:
Appreciate the feedback on the AI TTS! I honestly hadn’t realized it was more annoying than helpful for some of you, especially on mobile. Since most don’t use it anyway, I’ll be dropping it from now on. Thanks for letting me know!
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Lord Mehmeh
Kushina & AYAME this is going to be crazy back to back
