"Kurenai-nee?"
Seeing that Yuhi Kurenai showed an interested expression but still didn't state her opinion, as if she was lost in some kind of fantasy.
Aoba couldn't help but shift the hand he originally had around her waist.
Using that to remind her and pull her back to her senses.
And it worked. Yuhi Kurenai, who had been pressing her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while imagining how she would fiercely "humiliate" Anko in the future, snapped out of it.
But she gave Aoba's chest a slightly annoyed slap, "If you're going to touch, then just touch, don't squeeze!"
'Does this little bastard not know what state I am in right now?'
'If this keeps going…"
Aoba also suddenly noticed the change in how it felt, moved his hand back to her waist, and asked, "So, Kurenai-nee, do you want to try it next time?"
"Do whatever you want."
Yuhi Kurenai didn't answer directly. Of course she wouldn't admit that she was actually kind of looking forward to it.
"Mm, then how about we try it after we move into the Senju clan grounds?"
"The Senju clan grounds?"
Yuhi Kurenai paused for a moment, then understood and murmured, "That's true. We're getting married anyway. If we keep living separately, it wouldn't look good."
As for whether moving into the Senju clan grounds would lead to gossip from other ninja of the same generation, she wasn't too worried.
She was just a team leader. Her age wasn't that different from theirs. It wasn't quite the same as Tsunade.
The two of them had already gone on dates around the village holding hands many times, and they always spent New Year together.
Their relationship had long since not been a secret.
"Then Kurenai-nee, pack up over the next couple of days. I'll use Flying Thunder God to take you there directly when the time comes."
"Mm…"
Yuhi Kurenai nodded.
For a moment, countless thoughts ran through her mind.
From their first meeting in the library to now, about to get married, nearly ten years had already passed.
Thinking back to the starting point of this ill-fated relationship.
It seemed she had to thank Yakumo for playing matchmaker.
And in the end, she, the teacher, made the first move. It felt a little unfair to her own student.
"What is Kurenai-nee thinking about now?"
Seeing her zoning out again, Aoba grew curious.
"Nothing."
There was no way Yuhi Kurenai would tell him these little thoughts.
Then she grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest.
"Kurenai-nee, didn't you say not to let me—"
"Cut the nonsense!"
Yuhi Kurenai pressed her whole body against him, lightly biting her lower lip, her eyes shimmering, "Little bastard, let's have a child."
"?"
Aoba froze for a moment.
He could feel the expectation in her words. After a brief thought, he nodded.
"Alright."
In the past, they always used chakra to deal with things afterward, which was why there had never been any pregnancy.
But with his current physique, he felt that getting pregnant probably wouldn't be easy anyway.
Perhaps wanting to settle it in one go, Yuhi Kurenai kept at it for quite a while in the end.
Until she was completely exhausted.
Curled up under the covers, she drifted off into a hazy sleep.
———
Aside from work hours, always busy at every other moment, the ever-busy Aoba had just finished this battlefield and hurried off to another half of the field.
This time, he appeared at the Uchiha clan grounds.
Uchiha Mikoto, even late at night, was still in the kitchen wearing an apron, washing cups.
At that moment, she had her back to him, as if she hadn't noticed his arrival at all.
Even though she wore loose home clothes, it still couldn't hide her full, peach-like figure.
As if one bite would make sweet juice spill out.
Aoba hugged her from behind and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Aunt Mikoto."
Mikoto, who had been washing cups while thinking about something, stiffened immediately. Only after sensing Aoba's familiar presence did she relax again.
"Aoba…"
"Aunt Mikoto, did you just drink with someone?"
Aoba had already caught the faint scent of alcohol on her.
Uchiha Mikoto resumed washing, her voice carrying her usual gentle warmth.
"Kushina."
"Kushina-nee?"
Aoba wasn't surprised. After all, aside from Kushina, no one else would come to drink with Mikoto.
"What was it about this time?"
Uchiha Mikoto didn't answer right away. She quickly finished washing all the cups and dishes in her hands, wiped her hands with a towel, then turned around.
Then she wrapped her arms around Aoba's waist as well. Her soft body pressed against him, her cheek resting against his chest as she lightly sniffed.
"Aoba, you smell like alcohol too. Did you go to see Kurenai first?"
They were practically an old married couple. Where he went and what traces he carried back, she could tell.
"Mm."
Aoba nodded. He realized Mikoto was trying to change the subject, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he didn't let her succeed.
"So why did Kushina-nee come to drink with you this time, Aunt Mikoto?"
"…"
On Uchiha Mikoto's always gentle smiling face, a trace of complexity appeared.
"What's wrong?"
Aoba blinked. Now he was truly curious.
"Well… I'm not sure where to start."
Uchiha Mikoto shifted slightly, her expression a bit shy.
"It's fine. There's plenty of time. We can talk while we do it."
Aoba's curiosity temporarily lost to the test of Mikoto's charms.
He picked her up and walked outside.
"Wait, I haven't taken off my apron yet."
Uchiha Mikoto wanted to remove the apron she was wearing first.
"It's fine. It's better with it on."
Aoba stopped her and whispered a few words into her ear.
Then the face of this married lady instantly turned bright red.
She stammered and fell silent.
Honestly, where did Aoba learn all these embarrassing things?
Aoba carried her straight to the living room.
Sasuke had already moved out a few months ago.
After all, the current Sasuke wasn't the same as in the original.
Not only was his strength unmatched in Konoha aside from Aoba and Naruto, but the Uchiha clan's vast assets were still there. Setting up a new home within the clan grounds was effortless.
Before long, Uchiha Mikoto came out again in a different outfit.
It was just that this apron was so white it was almost blinding.
She was also wearing black pantyhose, which for Aoba was an absolutely devastating critical hit.
"Aoba…"
Uchiha Mikoto grew a little shy under his unblinking gaze.
Even though she had become a bit bolder, she was still easily embarrassed.
Aoba didn't hesitate any longer and pulled her into his arms.
———
"Aunt Mikoto still hasn't told me why Kushina-nee came to drink with you."
After satisfying his desires, Aoba's curiosity resurfaced.
Uchiha Mikoto lazily nestled in his arms, her mind having no extra space left to think about anything else.
"Actually, it's about Naruto and Sasuke."
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