Chapter 122: [Quest 15/100]

Chapter 122

The system window opened without warning while Kael was still leaning against the door.

[Quest 15/100 : Humiliate Sarada]

He stared at the text for a second, then let out a short, humorless breath.

"You really don’t take disrespect, huh?"

The system offered no reply. Kael’s mouth curved into a thin smile.

"Well. I would have done that without you telling me."

He closed the window, stripped out of the day’s clothes, and dropped onto the mattress. Sleep came faster than he expected. The new Rasenshuriken still turned quietly in the back of his mind, a cold, sharp promise of power he had not yet tested.

Sometime after midnight the familiar weight returned.

Eida.

She was naked again, slipping under the blanket with the same silent certainty as before, one arm settling across his waist as if the bed belonged to her as much as to him. Kael’s eyes opened in the dark. This time he did not simply accept it.

He turned toward her, pulled her fully against him until the soft, heavy curves of her bare breasts pressed flush to his chest, and kept her there. His mouth found her cheek first—slow, deliberate kisses along the line of her cheekbone—then lower, until he claimed her lips. Eida made a small sound in her sleep, a soft, unconscious moan that vibrated against his mouth. She did not wake.

Kael deepened the kiss, tasting her while his hands began to explore. He cupped one full breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened, then the other, kneading the soft weight with unhurried pressure. When he lowered his head and took the first peak into his mouth she sighed, still asleep, her body shifting closer on pure instinct. He sucked slowly, tongue circling, drawing the sensitive flesh into a firm point before releasing it with a soft wet sound and moving to the other side. The pale skin around each nipple flushed under the attention. He spent a long time there, alternating between long, pulling sucks and lighter flicks of his tongue, occasionally grazing with his teeth just enough to make her breath hitch in her dreams.

"Mmm..."

The sleepy sound encouraged him. Kael pushed both breasts together and buried his face between them, breathing her in, then returned to sucking one while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Eida’s body remained pliant and heavy with sleep, but her hips gave small, restless movements against his thigh. He treated her like a living teddy bear—something soft and warm to hold and play with through the night. After a while he rolled onto his back and pulled her fully on top of him, arranging her so that her head rested on his shoulder, one of his arms locked firmly around her waist, the other still cupping a breast. His mouth found hers again in lazy, lingering kisses whenever he felt like it. The tight embrace left her no easy way to slip free without waking him.

He slept like that until morning light crept into the room.

When he opened his eyes Eida was gone. The sheets on her side were cool. Somehow she had extracted herself from his hold without disturbing him—another quiet reminder that her abilities and her habits were not entirely ordinary. Kael sat up, rubbed his face, and decided the lock situation was becoming ridiculous.

A knock sounded at the door before he could dwell on it further.

He opened it and found Sakura standing in the hallway, practical as ever, a faint crease of urgency between her brows.

"Tsunade-sama wants to see you," she began. "It’s about the..."

Kael’s blood was still warm from a night spent with a naked body pressed against him. He reached out, caught her wrist, and pulled her inside in one smooth motion. The door stayed partially open behind her.

"Come on, I don’t have time for this," Sakura said, already half-turning. "I came to tell you—"

"First I will see you."

He kissed her before she could finish the sentence. Sakura made a muffled sound of protest that softened after a few seconds, the familiar heat between them sparking the way it always did. Kael walked her backward until her shoulders met the wall near the door, then guided her down until she was on her knees. He freed himself, already hard, and rested the weight of his cock against her lips.

Sakura looked up at him, equal parts exasperated and resigned. "You’re still a kid."

But her mouth opened anyway.

The first wet heat of her lips closing around him drew a low sound from Kael’s chest. Sakura took him in with the practiced ease of someone who had done this enough times to know exactly how he liked it—slow at first, tongue working along the underside, then deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The soft, wet sounds of the blowjob filled the apartment: quiet glucks, the faint schlick of saliva, the occasional soft pop when she pulled back to breathe before taking him again.

"Gluck... gluck... mmm..."

Kael rested one hand lightly in her pink hair, not forcing, simply holding while she worked. Sakura’s eyes flicked up to his face now and then, the same mixture of irritation and reluctant arousal she always wore when he pulled her into something mid-errand. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, taking more of him with each pass, the wet heat of her mouth sliding down until her lips nearly brushed the base. Saliva slicked his shaft and gathered at the corners of her mouth. The lewd, rhythmic sounds grew a little louder.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp... mmmph..."

Outside in the hallway, Sarada had just stepped out of the neighboring apartment. Sakura had already delivered the same summons to her minutes earlier—Hokage’s office, as soon as possible. Sarada had gone back inside only long enough to change into something more formal. She was still turning over the argument from the previous evening, still angry, still unsettled by how casually the man who was her father in every way that mattered had dismissed her.

Then the wet, unmistakable sounds reached her.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck... mmm..."

Sarada stopped. The door to Kael’s apartment stood a few inches ajar. Through the gap she could see the back of her mother’s head—pink hair, the familiar slope of her shoulders—and the way that head was moving. Naruto stood in front of her, one hand in her hair, hips shifting in small, controlled thrusts that matched the wet rhythm of the blowjob.

For a moment Sarada could not move. The same cold shock she had felt watching Sumire’s shaking legs the night before returned, sharper now. Her mother was on her knees in a hallway-adjacent apartment giving the Seventh Hokage—her father, though he did not know it—a blowjob with the door not even properly closed. The wet sounds continued, obscene and steady.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp... mmmph... gluck..."

Sarada’s hand tightened on the doorframe of her own apartment. She wanted to speak, to interrupt, to drag her mother out of there by the arm. Instead she stayed frozen, forced to listen to every wet stroke of Sakura’s mouth and the low, pleased sound Naruto made above her. The image of the future she had been taught—the respected Hokage, the hero—cracked a little further.

Inside, Sakura never noticed the presence in the hall. She kept working him with focused, practiced motion, taking him deep enough that her throat fluttered, the gluck-gluck sounds growing wetter and more continuous. Kael’s fingers tightened in her hair. He was close. Sakura felt it and only sucked harder, eyes closed, the last of her earlier urgency forgotten under the familiar heat of the act.

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😎 : Power please...

🥺 : But Oni chan they don’t have any left

😎 : Huh beggars