Chapter 181: Mother [1] 18+

For two more days the Hyūga compound remained without its usual guardians, and Kael made full use of the silence.

The sisters no longer resisted. Whatever hesitation had once lived in them had been fucked out of existence over the long nights and mornings. When he told Hinata to open her mouth she opened it. When he told Hanabi to present herself she did so without a word. They moved when he guided them, held the positions he placed them in, and came when his body demanded it. Soft voices, obedient bodies, the quiet competitive edge between them still present but now aimed only at pleasing him more thoroughly than the other.

On the third morning the light through the paper screens was already bright when Kael finally decided he had to leave. Minato would depart for the escort mission today, and he had promised to stay at the house so Kushina would not be alone. The thought sat at the edge of his mind while both sisters knelt between his spread thighs on the low bed, taking turns with his cock and balls.

Hinata’s soft lips stretched around the head, taking him deeper with each slow bob. Hanabi’s tongue worked lower, licking and sucking at the heavy sac with careful focus. Their dark hair spilled across his thighs. Quiet, wet sounds filled the room—soft glucks and the occasional hum of effort.

Kael rested a hand on Hinata’s head and guided her further down until her nose pressed to his stomach and her throat fluttered around him. He held her there for a long moment, feeling the tight heat, then pulled free with a wet sound. Hinata gasped for air, eyes glassy. He stroked himself twice and came across both of their upturned faces—thick stripes over flushed cheeks, open lips, and the tips of their tongues.

The sisters stayed on their knees, breathing hard, too spent to do more than lean against each other. Hanabi’s eyes were already half-closed. Hinata’s shoulders rose and fell in deep, exhausted pulls of air.

Kael stood and began to dress. The simple motions of pants, shirt, and jacket felt almost foreign after so many hours of bare skin.

"Naruto... you’re leaving?"

Hinata’s voice was small, still rough from use. She looked up at him with those pale eyes, a faint hopeful crease between her brows.

He crouched, brushed a strand of hair from her sticky cheek, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I have to."

"Don’t forget you’re mine. No longer running away from me. Come find me whenever you want."

A soft, tired smile touched her mouth. She nodded once and let her eyes close, the last of her strength leaving her. Kael turned to Hanabi, who had already curled onto her side, and brushed a light kiss across her cheek. Neither sister moved when he slipped out of the room.

He left the Hyūga compound the same way he had entered it days earlier—quietly, through a side path that avoided the main gates and any remaining branch-family eyes. The streets of Konoha were already busy with the ordinary morning traffic of merchants and genin. No one paid particular attention to the blond shinobi walking at an easy pace toward the Namikaze-Uzumaki household.

The front door was unlocked. Inside, the familiar scent of home met him: polished wood, the faint spice Kushina used in her cooking, and the sharper note of travel gear being packed. Minato stood in the main room with an open scroll-satchel on the low table, checking seals and ration packs. Kushina moved around him, folding a spare flak jacket with the precise motions of someone who had done this many times before and still hated every second of it.

"I’m back," Kael said.

Both parents looked up. Minato’s smile was quick and warm. Kushina’s eyes lingered a fraction longer, something unreadable flickering behind them before she returned the greeting.

He set to helping without being asked—rolling spare shirts, double-checking the medical pouch, sealing water scrolls. Conversation stayed light: the expected length of the escort, the weather along the northern route, which of the younger jōnin had been assigned to the secondary perimeter. Kushina spoke less than usual. Every so often Kael felt her gaze on the side of his face, as if she were waiting for him to step closer or say something that never came.

By early afternoon the packing was finished. Minato stood in the entryway, travel cloak already fastened, and pulled first Kushina and then Kael into brief, firm embraces.

"Look after each other," he said simply. "I’ll be back as soon as the last of the Kage is safely inside the walls."

Kushina nodded, the corners of her mouth tight. Kael returned the hug and watched his father step out into the sunlight. The door closed. The house settled into a deeper quiet.

For a moment the two of them stood side by side in the genkan. Kushina’s shoulder almost brushed his. Kael could feel the faint tension in her posture, the way her breathing had gone carefully even. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, waiting.

He stretched both arms over his head and let out a long breath.

"I’m going to the bedroom to rest. Didn’t get much sleep the last couple of nights."

Kushina blinked, the private expectation in her expression folding away so quickly it might never have been there. She smoothed her apron with both hands.

"All right. I’ll call you when lunch is ready."

Kael nodded and headed down the short hallway to the room that had been his since childhood. The door slid shut behind him. He barely managed to get his jacket off before he dropped onto the futon. Exhaustion from two days and nights with almost no sleep pulled him under at once.

When Kushina’s voice finally called him for lunch the sun had moved considerably. He ate quietly at the low table—rice, grilled fish, a simple miso soup—while she sat across from him. Her chopsticks moved in small, precise motions. Every so often she looked up as if expecting him to reach across the table, to say something, to pull her into his lap the way he once had when the system’s earlier quests still hung over them both.

He did none of those things. When the last bowl was empty he thanked her, stood, and returned to the bedroom.

Kushina remained at the table after he left. The house felt larger without Minato’s presence. She stacked the dishes slowly, rinsed them even more slowly, and let the quiet settle around her. A complicated mix of relief and something that felt uncomfortably like disappointment moved through her chest.

Perhaps he had simply grown past that particular madness. He was older now, a proper shinobi with his own missions and his own life. Doing those things with his own mother had always been wrong; she had known it even while she let them happen. It was better this way. Cleaner. Healthier.

She dried her hands, looked once more down the hallway toward his closed door, and told herself the faint ache under her sternum was only the ordinary loneliness of a wife whose husband had left on another long assignment.

Nothing more.

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