"A... daughter's name?"
Kushina Uzumaki's mouth opened slightly.
Because her mouth was currently full, her voice was muffled and indistinct.
"Why are you so certain it's a daughter?"
"Could it not be a son?"
Rasa clasped his hands behind his head, leaning his upper body back slightly against the sofa.
A look of absolute confidence spread across his face as he smirked.
"My intuition tells me it's a girl."
"Of course, if it's not a daughter, I don't really mind. If it's a son, I've already picked out a name for him too."
Kushina's head began to bob up and down rhythmically.
Her voice became even more garbled as she spoke around his thick cock.
"If... it's... a son... what... name?"
Rasa's expression shifted into a strange, knowing smile.
His tone was playful as he replied:
"If it's a boy, let's call him Naruto. Though, I highly doubt it will be a boy."
Rasa reached down and gently stroked Kushina's messy, vibrant red hair.
He wondered internally if a Sasuke or a Naruto from a different timeline would ever cross over to this world.
In Rasa's view, the Ninja World was constantly splintering into different timelines at every waking moment.
Every single timeline would branch out into even more paths; every second, countless new realities were born.
Therefore, a Ninja World where he didn't exist was a statistical certainty.
In fact, he suspected that in almost every other branch of the multiverse, his presence was completely absent.
Thinking of this, a complex, wry smile touched his lips.
If that Urashiki Ōtsutsuki actually showed up in this timeline...
Just how strong would he be?
Would he have the embarrassing power level shown in the Boruto anime, or would he be calculated according to the logical laws of a real world?
After all, this was a tangible, living reality.
Many of the nonsensical, "brain-dead" plot points from the Boruto series wouldn't make any sense here.
Kushina began to swallow Rasa's burning hot rod with increasing intensity.
Her hands reached down to gently fondle his balls, and her private garden grew even more slick and soaked with arousal.
She continued her silent, rhythmic sucking for several minutes.
Then, she stealthily pulled one hand away.
She slid it beneath her skirt and began to clumsily stroke her own clitoris and folds.
The moment her fingers brushed against the wet, soft heat of her garden, her whole body shuddered.
The pleasure became exponentially more intense.
While rubbing herself and bobbing on Rasa's cock, she asked in a breathless, crimson-faced whisper:
"And the daughter's name?"
Hearing her question, Rasa decided to stop his pointless philosophical wandering.
He didn't even know if Urashiki would ever manifest in this world, so why overthink it?
He closed his eyes contentedly, his tone casual.
"I haven't thought of one yet. There's still plenty of time, so there's no rush."
Suddenly, a wicked thought struck him.
He snapped his torso upright, looking down at Kushina—who was still frantically rubbing her pussy—with a look of pure, sadistic interest.
"Maybe we should ask Minato Namikaze for his opinion?"
"Hehe. If he heard the news, he'd be devastated, wouldn't he?"
"Ah... please... don't ask him that..."
Hearing Rasa's words, Kushina's eyes instantly flared with a surge of forbidden, high-voltage stimulation.
Her fingers suddenly shoved deep into her own garden with violent force.
The small mouth that was currently engulfing Rasa's rod clamped shut tight in a reflexive, powerful squeeze.
Accompanied by a muffled scream, her face turned a dark shade of flush.
Her breathing became ragged and desperate, and her voice trembled violently.
Seeing her obviously pushed to the absolute edge of excitement, Rasa felt a surge of triumph.
He doubled down on the psychological torment to push her over.
"Not only that, I'm going to tell him exactly how heartlessly you decided to sever ties with him."
"I'll tell him how you actively..."
"Ah! No! Mmm... stop! Stop talking...!"
A flicker of shame crossed Kushina's eyes, her bright pupils clouded with a storm of complex emotions.
But beneath the shame was an unparalleled sense of thrill and forbidden ecstasy!
She began to suck Rasa's cock with a localized frenzy.
Her mouth moved faster and faster, while her fingers dug and clawed into her own garden with desperate strength.
It was as if she were trying to use the physical intensity to drown out the guilt in her soul.
Her breathing became shallow and chaotic.
Her full breasts heaved violently, and beads of sweat broke out across her forehead.
A few minutes later.
Kushina let out a high-pitched, drawn-out scream.
Her body spasmed violently, and she finally released his rod, her jaw going slack.
She collapsed weakly onto the floorboards.
A massive amount of warm fluid gushed from her pink garden like a broken dam, pooling into a small puddle on the floor.
Rasa rose slowly from the sofa, his steps steady as he walked to the side of the collapsed Kushina.
His gaze held no pity; instead, it was filled with a dark, predatory curiosity.
Without hesitation, he gripped himself and prepared to release his essence.
The thick, white liquid arched through the air in a beautiful, heavy stream.
It landed with unerring accuracy across Kushina Uzumaki's face.
Splash!
Kushina, lying paralyzed on the floor and gasping for air as she rode the afterglow of her climax, was completely blindsided by his move.
Her face was instantly masked in his warm, white seed.
The scalding contact made her entire body shiver.
However, she was still too deep in the throes of pleasure to resist.
She subconsciously stuck out her pink tongue, licking the area around her lips and drawing the essence into her mouth.
The salty, musky taste made her brow furrow slightly, but she didn't stop.
Then, she used her palms to scrape the remaining semen from her cheeks, gathering it in her hand before licking her palms clean.
"Magnificent!"
Watching her behavior, Rasa felt an indescribable sense of primal satisfaction swell in his chest.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smug, triumphant grin.
His desire for a "facial" had finally been perfectly fulfilled here.
Looking back at his time with other women, Rasa had always been reluctant to "waste" his seed like this.
After all, a facial meant most of the essence was lost and not planted.
But things were different now.
Since Kushina was already pregnant, there was no harm in experimenting with more deviant pleasures.
Rasa's mind grew even more relaxed as he savored the sight of his mark on her.
One hour later.
Rasa took a long, refreshing bath and stepped out of Kushina's house.
He straightened his clothes and walked with a light, brisk pace toward Tsunade's residence.
After a short walk, he arrived in front of a house that looked perfectly ordinary on the outside.
He pulled a key from his pocket, carefully unlocked the front door, and stepped inside.
Hearing the movement at the door, Tsunade—who had just opened her inner bedroom door—saw Rasa and her face instantly lit up with surprise.
Her eyes sparkled as if she were looking at a one-of-a-kind treasure.
However, the joy lasted only a moment before it was replaced by a faint pout of complaint.
She crossed her arms over her massive chest, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction.
"You brat, why did it take you this long to come see me?"
Rasa, who had planned to sneak in and surprise her, laughed when he saw she was already waiting.
He walked quickly to her, reaching out and wrapping an arm around her full, rounded shoulder.
He pulled her firmly against his side, showing no hesitation.
"Ah, I've been incredibly busy. I hope my Adoptive Mother can find it in her heart to forgive me."
Rasa said this with a cheeky, playful grin.
Tsunade didn't seem to mind his slightly rough, possessive handling at all.
She reached up with a slender hand, wrapping her arm around his neck, and began to lead him deeper into the house.