Chapter 115: Mikoto [1] 18+

Kael had only taken two steps from the gate when a familiar, even voice called out behind him.

"Hey. Naruto’s here?"

He turned. Itachi Uchiha stood in the courtyard, dark eyes calm, the same long hair and composed posture Kael remembered—only without the weight of massacre and missing-nin status that had defined him in another life. In this timeline the older brother was simply home.

"Itachi"

Itachi walked over and, without warning, gave Kael a light smack on the front of the head.

"Call me big brother. What’s wrong with you today?"

Kael recovered quickly, falling into the easy rhythm this world apparently expected. "Yeah, big bro. My bad."

Itachi’s mouth curved in the smallest smile. "Come inside. You’re leaving too fast."

Mikoto appeared in the doorway behind her son and nodded in agreement. "Yes, Naruto. You carried those bags all the way. At least stay for tea."

Refusing would have looked strange. Kael followed them into the wide, quiet Uchiha compound. The main house opened onto a shaded yard with a low table already set. Itachi poured tea himself while Mikoto disappeared into the kitchen for snacks. They sat across from each other in the afternoon light.

"How have the recent missions been?" Itachi asked, voice mild. "I heard the Sand assignment had some unusual complications."

Kael gave a carefully edited version—black clouds, memory gaps, nothing that touched the four women from another future. Itachi listened with the same quiet intensity he brought to everything, occasionally offering a thoughtful comment about chakra residue or sensory barriers. Kael found himself almost relaxing. Without the burden of genocide, Itachi was simply a skilled, slightly dry older brother figure who asked intelligent questions and never raised his voice.

Sasuke appeared from the inner hallway midway through the conversation, stopping short when he saw Kael.

"Naruto."

The name landed flat. It was the first time they had spoken since the mission in the desert, and the air between them still carried the unspoken weight of everything Sasuke had witnessed that night in the tent. Even so, he sat down, accepted tea, and answered when Itachi steered the talk toward evening training plans.

The brothers already planned to head to the compound grounds early for some training. Within minutes both had excused themselves, leaving the yard quiet again.

Only Kael and Mikoto remained in the large house.

She rose, smoothing her dress. "Wait a moment, Naruto. I made extra rice cakes this morning. Take some to your mother—Kushina always scolds me if I don’t send something back with you."

She led him into the kitchen. The space was neat, warm from earlier cooking. Mikoto moved with easy familiarity, packing the cakes into a cloth-wrapped bundle. When she turned to ladle soup into a separate container her foot caught the edge of a floor mat. The ladle tipped. Hot broth splashed across the front of Kael’s shirt and pants in a wide, steaming arc.

"Ah—! Naruto, I’m so sorry!" Mikoto set the pot down at once, hands fluttering. "Stay there, I’ll find you something dry. Sasuke’s clothes should fit."

She hurried toward the hallway that led to the boys’ rooms. Kael followed. In the narrow storage space beside Sasuke’s door she bent over a low chest, searching through folded shirts and pants. The position pulled her dress tight across the full curve of her ass. Kael watched for a long second, the quest timer ticking quietly in the back of his mind.

"Here," she said without looking up. "Open your shirt—I’ll hand you a clean one."

He did more than open the shirt. While her back was still turned he stripped both shirt and pants, stepping out of them so that when Mikoto straightened and turned she found him completely naked, cock already half-hard from the view she had just given him.

Her eyes went wide. "Naruto—!"

He stepped forward and took the clothes from her unresisting hands, setting them aside on the chest. "What’s wrong, Aunt? You only said to strip, right?"

"Yes, but not—not here like this." She took a step back. He matched it.

"What’s wrong with seeing the boy you helped raise naked?" Kael kept his voice light, almost teasing, the same tone Naruto might have used for a harmless prank. "If I remember correctly you used to look after me when I was little. You would have seen me naked plenty of times by now."

Mikoto’s back met the wall. Color rose in her cheeks, but her voice stayed trying for motherly calm. "Yes... you’re right. You’re just like one of my own kids."

Kael closed the last of the distance. The head of his cock brushed the soft fabric over her belly. Mikoto’s breath caught.

"Your kid is an adult now," he said quietly. "You shouldn’t bend over near him like that. You know."

She swallowed. "Okay. I understand. Now... put that away."

"It doesn’t go down once it’s up."

Her eyes flicked downward despite herself. Kael caught her wrist and guided her hand until her fingers rested against the hot length of him.

"Give me a hand, Aunt."

Mikoto froze. A dozen protests clearly rose and died behind her eyes. In the end the same gentle, accommodating nature that had always defined her won out. She was the woman who had raised two intense sons and still found patience for the loud blond neighbor boy. Refusing him completely felt harsher than simply handling the problem quickly.

She wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke—short, careful motions, as if she expected him to finish in moments the way a teenager might. Her internal thoughts were almost audible in the quiet storage room: He’s young. He has Hinata. There’s no reason a woman my age would actually interest him. This will be over soon and we can pretend it never happened.

"Ah~"

Kael braced one hand on the wall beside her head and let her work. Her palm was soft, her grip uncertain but warm. He watched her face the entire time—the way her lashes lowered, the faint tremor in her lower lip, the gradual realization that he was not softening. If anything he grew harder under her touch. A low sound left his throat. Mikoto’s stroking faltered, then continued with a little more pressure, still clearly trying to finish him efficiently rather than enjoy the act.

"Why.. Why it’s taking so long?"

He lasted longer than she expected. When he finally came it was with a quiet, controlled groan, thick ropes spilling across the front of her dress in heavy white streaks. Mikoto’s eyes widened; her hand stayed wrapped around him through the last pulses as if she could not quite believe the volume or the heat.

Silence settled over the small room. Kael’s breathing slowed. Mikoto stared down at the mess on her clothing, cheeks scarlet, still holding him loosely.

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