Still in Minato Namikaze's house, the atmosphere beneath the surface was worlds apart from before.
Kushina Uzumaki sat on the sofa, her eyes shimmering with a surprise she couldn't hide, staring straight at Rasa.
Her gaze moved in sync with his every word and gesture, as if she could never see enough of him.
"Haha, even after having them several times, these fruits are still beyond delicious."
Minato Namikaze seemed not to notice that Kushina's eyes were glued to Rasa, who sat right beside him.
He gently pinched a Shine Muscat grape from the platter, slowly pulling it from its stem.
He popped the grape into his mouth, squinting as he chewed, and spoke through the sweetness:
"The Old Man is incredibly jealous that Sunagakure managed to cultivate these."
At noon today, in front of all the Konoha high-level officials.
Minato had reported the conclusion of his morning meeting with Rasa.
He revealed that he had successfully secured the rights to purchase ten thousand pounds of Shine Muscat grapes at an unbelievable discount.
The Third Hokage had been ecstatic on the spot, his wrinkled face blooming like a flower.
With unprecedented enthusiasm, he had showered Minato with praise in front of everyone.
He then solemnly announced to the entire council.
That on January 1st, Konoha Year 47, the retirement ceremony for the Third Hokage would be held.
Minato Namikaze would officially succeed him as the Fourth Hokage.
Though it was two weeks later than the "one month" the Third had promised yesterday, the date was finally set.
The massive weight in Minato's heart had finally lifted, leaving him uncontrollably excited.
Under the influence of that joy.
Minato had even started calling the Third Hokage "the Old Man," just like his master Jiraiya did.
"These Shine Muscat grapes are expensive, but they are worth every ryo. However, because of the distance and the cost, we can't have them every day."
"A rare treat is enough."
Minato's tone carried a hint of doting affection. He looked at Kushina with a smile.
His eyes were full of tenderness and care, masked by a deeply hidden layer of disappointment.
As Minato spoke, he reached out, his movements gentle as he plucked another grape and slowly ate it.
Throughout the entire process, that warm, sun-like smile never left his face.
"Those fruits that are within reach are more practical, don't you agree, Kushina?"
Minato asked softly, his smile enough to melt a person's heart.
Kushina, who had been staring unblinkingly at Rasa, suddenly heard Minato calling her name.
She flinched, her eyes darting around in a panic.
As for what Minato actually said, she hadn't processed a single word.
"Huh? Oh... yes, Minato is right..."
Seeing her reaction, Minato's smile remained unchanged, but the disappointment deep in his eyes grew sharper.
Sitting next to Minato, Rasa watched the exchange and let out a soft sigh in his mind.
Kushina was usually quite sharp.
But after not seeing him for a month, she seemed like a completely different person.
Not only was she staring at him without any attempt at discretion, she completely missed the double meaning in Minato's words.
Could she really have fallen for him that hard?
Without using any system items, surely his natural charm wasn't that potent.
Mmh, he'd have to ask her later.
Rasa rarely checked the Favorability interface of the system anymore.
He spent most of his time looking at the high-end items in the Exchange Shop.
Kushina, startled by Minato, finally snapped out of her daze and realized how poorly she was acting.
Her face flushed a deep crimson, like a ripe apple, and she looked down, not daring to look toward Rasa.
She didn't realize that this sudden avoidance only drew more attention to her behavior.
Minato, however, acted as if he sensed nothing. He continued to chat pleasantly with Rasa.
Occasionally, he would skillfully steer the conversation back toward Kushina.
Whenever the topic turned to her.
Kushina would look up in a panic, her speech becoming incoherent and rambling.
Yet, despite her fear, her eyes would uncontrollably drift back to Rasa.
On the surface, the three of them were having a warm and harmonious chat.
In reality, they talked for an hour amidst a surging tide of unspoken tensions.
Minato eventually looked up at the clock on the wall and spoke softly:
"It's already 3:00 PM. I won't keep you for dinner, Brother Rasa."
"Kushina, you don't need to come over to cook for me tonight either. Go home and get some good rest."
Kushina felt a wave of disappointment when she heard Rasa wasn't staying for dinner.
But at Minato's next sentence, she stood up in a flash, nodding her head vigorously like a woodpecker.
"Lord Rasa, I'll walk you out!"
"Sister-in-law, you go ahead first."
Kushina gave Rasa a curious look but obeyed, nodding submissively.
She walked toward the door with a light, graceful gait, almost as if she were dancing.
"Hehe. Kushina is completely in love with you. From the moment you walked through that door, she didn't look at me once."
Once Kushina had stepped outside and gently closed the door.
The smile on Minato Namikaze's face instantly became wretched and tragic.
His eyes were filled with desolation and grief, yet there was not a trace of anger.
"Don't tell her that I know. If you tell her, we won't be able to maintain this facade of a peaceful life anymore."
Rasa suddenly felt a twinge of genuine pity for Minato. His gaze became complicated.
Even though he knew he was the architect of this situation—the true culprit.
He still couldn't help but feel sorry for the man.
Minato looked at Rasa, his mouth opening as if to say more, but only two sentences came out:
"Be gentle with her later..."
"Even though I've never touched her... I know women prefer it when you're gentle..."
"Don't worry, Brother Minato. I'll be gentle."
Rasa gave his word and turned to walk out.
Though he agreed verbally, in his heart, he thought differently.
He knew well that being solely rough or solely gentle never worked for long; problems would always arise.
The key was the combination. Rough when it was time to be rough, gentle when it was time to be gentle. Only then was it perfect.
Rasa stepped outside and saw Kushina Uzumaki standing there obediently.
Her long, obsidian-black hair draped over her slender shoulders like a silken waterfall.
Her large, bright eyes sparkled like stars, and a faint, mysterious blush touched her delicate cheeks.
When she saw Rasa appear, her cherry lips curved into a very slight, enchanting smile.
"Is my sister-in-law waiting for me?"
Since there were still pedestrians passing by, Rasa kept a respectful distance as he asked.
"Mmh. Follow me."
Kushina spoke in a calm tone, maintaining her dignified appearance for the public.
Her tall, curvaceous figure swayed slightly in the breeze, every step exuding an elegant composure.
She led the way with her long, shapely legs toward her home.
Neither spoke during the walk. The atmosphere was silent yet strangely cozy, devoid of any awkwardness.
The moment they entered Kushina's house.
Rasa lunged forward with lightning speed, slamming Kushina against the wall.
His hands, like iron clamps, gripped her smooth, pale chin, forcing her to look him directly in the eye.
He stared into her beautiful pupils, his "villain" persona in full swing, and barked:
"Why were you so careless at Minato's house? Were you that eager for him to see the truth?"
Kushina looked at the man in front of her silently.
Her eyes flickered with a tenderness and love she wasn't even aware of herself.
Even with her chin pinned and his aggressive stare, her face showed no fear—only a strange, deep-seated peace.
Looking at her like this, Rasa recalled the theory he hadn't quite believed before.
If he had treated Kushina like this months ago, she would have been screaming and fighting back in a rage.
Three months ago, she would have stopped fighting but stared at him with pure hatred.
Two months ago, she would have looked at him as if he were literal trash.
But now? This look? What the hell was going on!
Facing this version of Kushina, Rasa found he couldn't deliver the harsh lines he had prepared.
The words felt lodged in his throat.
Finally, he released her chin and took a half-step back, his tone softening.
"Why were you so out of sorts just now?"
Kushina's lips quirked, and a mesmerizing smile spread across her face.
It was like the warmest sunlight of spring, instantly illuminating the room.
The realization of her own smile brought a flash of clarity and guilt to her eyes.
Yet, her tone remained light:
"Because you haven't come for a month. When I finally saw you, I couldn't control my emotions."
Rasa let out a soft sigh, finding it harder and harder to keep lying to her.
He turned his head away, avoiding her gaze.
"Don't you know you've made Minato suspicious?"
Kushina took a step forward, gently cupping Rasa's face with her hands and turning his head back so he had to look at her.
Her gaze was filled with a fierce, unwavering devotion, as if promising that nothing could separate them.
"I don't care. If Minato knows, he knows."
Her voice was filled with a sudden indifference.
"I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that I've calmed down, I realize Minato's words had a hidden meaning. He must have realized something already."
Kushina's brow furrowed slightly as she thought.
Her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling as if fighting the final battle in her heart.
But after only a few seconds, the tension in her brow washed away like a receding tide.
Her fists loosened, as if she had just broken the chains that bound her.
"I'm going to tell him the truth."
Her voice was firm now.
"No matter how he reacts, I will apologize and then break off the engagement. We aren't married yet, anyway."
There was a flicker of pain on her face, but it was overshadowed by a sense of profound liberation.
Her eyes were clear and determined; she had made her choice.
She was, by nature, a woman who dared to love and hate—optimistic, bright, and fierce.
Once she realized where her heart truly lay.
Despite the pain it would cause, she only hesitated for a moment before deciding to sever her ties with Minato.
Rasa's lip twitched, his face full of disbelief as he stammered:
"Why did you suddenly fall in love with me?"
"Don't tell me it's just 'familiarity breeds affection' from the sex."
He had never used a single system item to boost her favorability.
He only came over every two or three days to have his way with her a few times.
If it were just the physical intimacy, she should have fallen for him six months ago.
Why the sudden, massive shift after just one month of absence?
Kushina gently stroked her flat stomach, her tone becoming complex and weighted.
"The physical intimacy is part of it. A woman's heart inevitably changes when her body is claimed."
"But what truly gave me the determination—what changed everything—is that I haven't had my period in nearly two months..."
Rasa blinked. He stepped forward quickly, his hand moving carefully to her soft, flat belly. He began a focused internal probe.
Ten seconds later, his hand was still pressed against her skin, his expression turning deeply complex. He whispered:
"You really are... exactly two months along..."
The sudden warmth of Rasa's hand on her stomach made Kushina's face turn bright red instantly.
When she saw the complicated look on his face, she seemed to fear a specific misunderstanding and spoke firmly:
"No man has ever touched me but you."
"If you don't believe me, you can search my memories..."
"It's okay. I trust you."
Rasa waved it off. At the same time, he decided to tell her the whole truth about Minato Namikaze.
Since Kushina was determined to break up with Minato anyway.
The promise he made to keep Minato's knowledge a secret was now meaningless.
"Actually, Minato already found out about us a long time ago... Today, he..."
As Rasa laid out the facts.
Kushina's face went through a gauntlet of emotions—starting with pure shock, then morphing into various shades of complexity.
Finally, it all settled into a long, deep sigh.
"Sigh. It's fate, then."
"In a few days, I'll find the right time to clear things up with Minato."
They talked for a few more minutes.
Suddenly, Kushina reached out and began to stroke Rasa's chest. Her fingers traced slow, incredibly tender circles around his nipples.
"Rasa..."
She lowered her voice, a seductive, breathy quality entering her tone that he had never heard before.
Seeing this proactive, enchanting version of Kushina—a total contrast to her former self—Rasa swallowed hard. He walked into the living room and sat heavily on the sofa.
"You're two months pregnant. Things can get risky at this stage."
"So... just use your mouth."
As Rasa spoke.
Kushina's face flushed a deep crimson. This was something she had never done voluntarily before.
But less than half a second later, she sank slowly to her knees before him.
She gently unzipped his pants. With a look of absolute determination, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his scorching, throbbing cock. She leaned down, her pink tongue flicking out to lick the very tip.
The faint, musky scent of his heat hit her tongue, and the sensation rippled through her entire body.
Kushina shuddered involuntarily, and her own private garden—usually dry during these confrontations—began to leak moisture.
"Rasa... is this okay? I'm... not very good at this..."
She whispered, her voice a mix of shyness and nerves.
Rasa closed his eyes, leaning back into the cushions. "It's perfect. Keep going."
Rasa had made her do this several times before.
But every time, it had been forced. She had spent those moments crying, her face full of resentment.
While that sense of dominance had been pleasurable in its own way, this—this active cooperation—was a completely different level of satisfaction.
Hearing his encouragement, Kushina's face grew even redder.
She gripped his thick cock with her slender right hand, beginning a slow, steady stroke.
At the same time, she licked the head with her pink tongue, her movements clumsy but incredibly sincere.
"I will serve you well..."
She whispered, her voice full of tenderness and resolve.
Under the dual stimulation, Rasa's cock swelled and lengthened, becoming even more massive.
He crossed his arms, leaning his upper body back and staring at the ceiling with a slight, satisfied smirk.
He couldn't help but reflect on the chaos he had caused.
"The plot has been mangled beyond recognition."
Mikoto Uchiha and Kushina Uzumaki—both were now his.
Under these circumstances, would those two "fated" souls—Indra and Ashura—still find a way to be reborn?
Immersed in her task with a mindset she'd never had before, Kushina quickly picked up the technique, accelerating the speed of her mouth.
She took his massive cock deeper, letting out muffled "Mmh mmh" sounds as she looked up and asked indistinctly:
"Wha... thinking... about?"
Rasa pulled his thoughts back to the present and smiled down at her.
"I'm thinking about what to name our daughter."