Looking at the man and woman lying on the floor without any scruples, starting a fierce battle.
Nonō Yakushi retreated a few steps stiffly and leaned against the wall to support her increasingly hot and weak body.
For Nonō Yakushi, who had only read theoretical knowledge from a few books and had no practical experience.
Because she was busy every day, either busy with tasks or taking care of orphans, she didn't even have experience solving it herself.
Everything happening in front of her had an unprecedented impact on her.
Akatsuki lay on the smooth floor, her water-drop-shaped snow-white huge breasts hanging long on the floor.
As the man behind her continued to sprint, Akatsuki's huge breasts hanging on the floor also swung back and forth on the floor constantly, forming a spectacular view.
Rasa held Akatsuki's slender white waist with both hands, sprinting in her tight cave to his heart's content, releasing the most primitive desire in his body wantonly.
At the same time, Rasa also looked up.
He looked with a satisfied smile at Nonō Yakushi, who was extremely ashamed but stared openly at this side eagerly because of the scene in front of her.
Nonō Yakushi suddenly noticed Rasa's gaze.
Her face flushed, and she awkwardly put down her hands, which had unknowingly been placed on her chest and started kneading gently, folding them on her stomach.
Her legs clamped tightly and rubbing slightly also stopped rubbing, trying hard to turn her head away.
But in a few seconds, Nonō Yakushi, who was already excited, couldn't control the impulse in her heart.
She could only peek at the copulation movements of Rasa and Akatsuki from the corner of her eye.
"Ahhh!"
Akatsuki suddenly screamed exaggeratedly, her snow-white jade body twisting constantly, beginning to shed a lot of hot sweat.
Seeing this situation, Rasa, who was already experienced, was startled.
He hurriedly pulled out the wet python that had been completely submerged in the cave.
Pfft!!
The moment Rasa pulled out the python and dodged sideways.
Dense white paste and extremely clear liquid spurted out from Akatsuki's wet cave abruptly!
White paste and liquid mixed together constantly, spraying onto the floor dozens of centimeters away constantly!
As this mixed liquid continued to spray out, a smell with a faint urine scent also shrouded the office.
Rasa looked at the wet floor within a few meters, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he dodged quickly.
Otherwise, if a second later, he would probably be sprayed by these things.
Although Rasa was a foot fetishist, he was not a smell fetishist.
He was not interested in those heavy-taste things either.
If sprayed by the liquid mixed with Akatsuki's love fluid and urine, Rasa would definitely feel nauseous.
Huff huff huff!
Akatsuki, wet all over, sweating constantly from pores, paralyzed on the wet floor with lifeless eyes, opening her rosy lips, panting heavily constantly, with an extremely happy smile on her face.
In a room in the distance.
Pakura lay listlessly on the bed, and the quilt under her became wet all over.
On the wall in the direction of her lower body, the originally white wall was wet by a large patch of somewhat sticky water stains at this time.
Coincidentally, in a dozen other houses in the ninja world, women with good looks also experienced the same scene.
...
Stone Ninja Village, Tsuchikage office door.
"Knock knock, Father?"
Kitsuchi stood outside the office door, knocking gently on the heavy wooden door.
But his father, who usually responded quickly, didn't respond at this time.
Kitsuchi raised his thick and short eyebrows doubtfully and knocked on the door again.
"Knock knock! Knock knock! Father? Father!"
However, there was still no response in the office this time.
Kitsuchi's heart trembled, and he had some bad guess in his heart.
Just as he was about to break in, his father's voice came from the room.
"Come in!"
Hearing his father's voice as usual, Kitsuchi exhaled lightly, then pushed the door open.
Unexpectedly to Kitsuchi, besides his father, there was also Four-Tails Jinchūriki Rōshi in the office.
The two looked at each other silently, seeming to have quarreled again?
Seeing this scene, certain doubts in Kitsuchi's heart finally dissipated.
It seemed that Rōshi and his father were quarreling just now, so his father didn't respond to him immediately.
But it was really strange.
Obviously since Rōshi escaped half a year ago and came back seriously injured by a mysterious person, his relationship with his father had improved a lot.
Never quarreled in this half year, but suddenly quarreled today?
Onoki glanced at Kitsuchi a few times, then snorted coldly:
"You old thing, get out!"
Hearing Onoki's words, Rōshi's face was full of anger.
But in the end, he just clenched his hands, turned his head silently, and walked out.
"Father, why did you quarrel with Rōshi again?"
Onoki avoided the important and dwelt on the trivial, saying casually:
"Who knows what madness he has again? Ignore him. What's the matter with you coming here?"
Kitsuchi looked at his father avoiding the important, feeling something wrong inexplicably in his heart.
He looked around but didn't find anything wrong.
Finally, finding nothing wrong, Kitsuchi could only smile self-deprecatingly and handed over the paper in his hand.
"Father, the craftsmen finally came up with a feasible plan."
"Oh, so fast?"
Onoki stroked his beard on his chin and took the paper from Kitsuchi happily.
After reading the content of more than a dozen papers seriously, Onoki nodded in agreement:
"Not bad. This plan is highly feasible. Just follow this."
"In the future, you can handle such things yourself."
Speaking of this, Onoki waved his hand and said somewhat tiredly:
"If there is nothing else, go down. I'm tired."
After asking a few concerned questions, Kitsuchi backed out slightly bending over.
After Kitsuchi's footsteps went away.
Onoki suddenly collapsed on the chair, his hands hanging weakly at his waist, his eyes dull, like a doll.
A vortex-like fluctuation suddenly appeared not far away.
A boy wearing a one-eyed swirl mask walked out of the vortex-like fluctuation slowly.
After walking out, the boy took off the mask.
Took out a towel from his bosom and began to wipe the blood flowing from the Mangekyō Sharingan rotating constantly in his eye socket.
While wiping the blood on his face, the boy said coldly:
"Worthy of being one of the living fossils in the ninja world. Willpower is indeed strong, much stronger than the Four-Tails Jinchūriki's willpower."
"It seems that it will take some time to control you completely."
"Before controlling you completely, postpone my revenge plan for a while."
Kitsuchi walked slowly in the corridor, greeting the surrounding ninjas very normally.
Until returning to his residence.
The smile on Kitsuchi's face disappeared completely, and his brows began to frown tightly.
When he backed out of the office just now, he inadvertently saw a drop of blood on a certain floor.
The blood on that floor was very fresh, seemingly dropped just a few minutes ago, or even a dozen seconds ago.
And the position of that floor was next to where Rōshi stood.
Seemed that another person followed Rōshi in, and that person was bleeding inexplicably?
But why didn't he see another person at all?
Kitsuchi took a deep breath, thinking about various possibilities.
"Knock knock! Father!"
Suddenly, a childish and cute girl's voice came from outside the door, interrupting Kitsuchi's thinking.
Hearing this cute girl's voice, Kitsuchi's locked brows loosened quietly.
He walked quickly to the door and opened the locked door.
As soon as the heavy wooden door opened, a girl one meter one tall, dressed cutely, appeared in front of Kitsuchi.
Kitsuchi picked up the girl smilingly and touched her hair.
"Kurotsuchi, what's wrong?"
Kurotsuchi stretched out her fleshy little hand proudly.
In the white and tender palm, a breeze suddenly gathered in the palm and changed into various shapes.
Kitsuchi looked amazingly at the Wind Chakra in Kurotsuchi's palm constantly changing into various shapes.
Gathering Wind Chakra in the palm and letting Wind Chakra simply change into various shapes was not difficult.
Any Chunin could do it.
But the problem was, Kurotsuchi was only three and a half years old now!
Although doing this at this age was not comparable to those true geniuses.
But it was enough to easily crush the peers in the Stone Ninja Village, or even ninja students a few years older than her.
Somewhat dull, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not knowing what to say for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he finally choked out a sentence.
"Kurotsuchi, you are really a genius!"
After saying this praise, Kitsuchi also felt something was missing, so he added:
" working so hard now, plus your talent, if continuing to develop like this, maybe you can really inherit your grandfather's Particle Style successfully."
Although still young, Kurotsuchi, who could already be seen possessing the potential to become a great beauty, tilted her head very cutely.
...
In the clean Kazekage office.
Rasa sat on the office chair, closing his eyes listening to the summary report of Nonō Yakushi sitting next to him.
Nonō Yakushi, whose blush had completely faded and switched to work mode, pushed the glasses on her face gently and said softly:
"Parts of Swifts have accumulated to the amount capable of manufacturing one hundred Swifts."
"As for Petrels, it has reached the amount of five."
Rasa still closed his eyes, saying somewhat surprisedly:
"Only half a month, accumulated to this extent? Has the output increased again?"
Nonō Yakushi puffed out her full chest somewhat proudly.
"Yes. The output has increased by half compared to half a month ago."
Rasa opened his eyes and said somewhat uncertainly:
"Don't increase the working hours of puppeteers without authorization. It would be bad if they get emotional."
Nonō Yakushi laughed:
"Of course we wouldn't do that. Just selected a group of orphans with talent who also wanted to learn puppetry from the orphanage to be apprentices to those puppeteers."
Rasa closed his eyes again relievedly.
Ordinary factories established by the Sand Ninja Village worked ten hours a day, six days a week.
Although this working time placed in the previous life would definitely be called a sweatshop.
But placed in the ninja world, there were a bunch of people rushing to join.
Nothing else, just because the salary given was high enough.
The salary for working inside for a month was equivalent to working for two months elsewhere.
And unlike a certain country, eating time didn't count as working time.
Eating time was also included in working hours.
As for the 8-hour workday, Rasa, who owned the control of all factories, didn't want to implement it for the time being.
Maybe after a dozen or twenty years, when overproduction occurred, Rasa would consider it.
Puppeteers worked nine hours a day.
No way. The status of puppeteers was much higher than ordinary civilians. Even if wanting to exploit, their emotions had to be considered.
After roughly understanding the development of the Sand Ninja Village in this half month.
Rasa stood up and walked out the door.
Time was very tight. He had to stay up late to assemble all parts of these flying ninja tools together.
After dealing with other miscellaneous things, he had to rush back to that world.
Konoha.
A man and a woman sat opposite each other in a restaurant.
The man had yellow hair, refined and gentle, exuding a temperament that made people want to get close.
The woman had beautiful red hair, looked gentle and beautiful, and had an excellent figure.
This man and woman looked very compatible. Anyone who took a look had to praise a match made in heaven.
"Kushina, what do you want to eat?"
The yellow-haired man, Minato Namikaze, picked up the menu on the table casually, looked at Kushina Uzumaki gently, and said softly.
Facing Minato Namikaze's affectionate eyes, Kushina Uzumaki turned her head very naturally and said calmly:
"Whatever."
The smile on Minato Namikaze's face remained unchanged, but he sighed lightly in his heart.
Starting half a month ago, Kushina was inexplicably in a bad mood.
Originally Minato Namikaze thought it was those days of the month for women.
But from half a month ago to now, a full half month, Kushina's mood not only didn't improve over time but got worse and worse.
Minato Namikaze pondered in his heart, but finally couldn't think of where he did wrong.
Although in this half month, he was still very busy and didn't have much time to accompany his fiancée.
But there was nothing wrong done. He also kept the agreement with her and didn't touch her.
But in Minato Namikaze's view, this agreement was actually unnecessary.
Because starting half a year ago, he inexplicably lost physical interest in Kushina.
Obviously never touched her.
But inexplicably lost interest, not to mention physically, even psychologically lost interest.
His current mentality towards Kushina was like a family member growing up together since childhood.
Every time thinking of this matter, Minato Namikaze felt distressed instead.
If after getting married in the future, with his current state, wouldn't it make Kushina live like a widow?
How sorry for Kushina?
If only there was another man helping him fulfill the husband's obligations.
Kushina Uzumaki turned her head to look aside, her hands unconsciously placed on her flat belly.
That man hadn't come to her side for half a month.
Was he tired of her?
True. After all, she was unforgiving every time...
Thinking of this, Kushina Uzumaki was suddenly shocked all over, cold sweat appearing on her smooth face.
When did she depend on that man so much?
Obviously that man was such a beast and pervert.
Not only possessed all her first times but also made her fiancé a living eunuch.
Coming over with Space-Time Ninjutsu every few days, possessing her forcibly regardless of her opposition.
And also let her stuff that weird wood behind her butt, walking shamefully in the eyes of everyone every day...
Kushina Uzumaki tried hard to recall the hatefulness of that man in her heart.
But somehow, obviously all the devilish things that man did were clear.
But she inexplicably couldn't hate him now.
Could it be that deep in her bones, she was actually a submissive woman?
She sighed, pinching her soft belly flesh distressingly.
The monthly menstruation hadn't come for a month either. Was there something wrong with her body?