Chapter 60: What in the world is going on? (18+)

Few days later...

The market was busy with the usual midday crowd. Kushina moved between the vegetable stalls with a woven basket on her arm, checking prices and quality the way she always did. She had just finished arguing lightly with a vendor over the freshness of the tomatoes when a familiar voice called her name.

"Kushina!"

She turned and broke into a wide smile. Mikoto Uchiha stood a few steps away, her own basket already half full. The two women had been friends since childhood—long before marriage, long before children, long before either of them had become the wives of legendary shinobi. Time and the quiet peace of the village had never weakened that bond.

"Mikoto! I didn’t expect to see you here today."

"I needed a few things for dinner. Sasuke is coming home later and he always forgets half the list I give him." Mikoto laughed softly. "You look well. The red hair is still as loud as ever."

Kushina grinned and flicked a strand of it over her shoulder. "Someone has to keep this village colorful. Come on, finish your shopping with me. Afterward we can sit somewhere and actually talk instead of shouting across stalls."

They moved through the market together, falling into the easy rhythm of old friends. Mikoto chose fish while Kushina debated the merits of different rice brands. They compared prices, shared quiet complaints about rising costs, and laughed when a child nearly ran into both of them at once. By the time their baskets were full the sun had shifted higher in the sky.

"Drinks?" Kushina suggested. "There’s that small café near the river. Quiet tables. No one bothers you."

Mikoto agreed at once.

The café was only a short walk. They took a corner table by the window, ordered tea and a light plate of sweets, and settled in. Conversation flowed without effort. They spoke about their husbands—Minato’s latest business expansion, Fugaku’s continued work with the police force. They spoke about the village, how peaceful it had remained these past years, how strange it still felt sometimes after the darker times of their youth. They spoke about ordinary things: a new fabric shop, a neighbor’s noisy dog, the way the seasons seemed to pass faster now that their children were grown.

An hour slipped by almost unnoticed.

Mikoto set her cup down and hesitated. The easy smile on her face softened into something more careful.

"There is something I saw, Kushina. But I don’t know how to tell you."

Kushina’s eyebrows rose. She leaned forward at once, elbows on the table, eyes bright with curiosity. "Tell me, tell me. You can’t start a sentence like that and stop."

Mikoto glanced around the café, confirming no one sat close enough to overhear. "All right. But... you know our children are adults now. They can make their own choices."

"Of course they can. So?"

"It’s about your son."

Kushina’s expression sharpened with attention. She folded her hands and waited.

Mikoto took a small breath. "I saw Naruto with a girl. They were... doing adult things. On the street. Near my house, actually. Behind the utility pole."

Kushina’s mind jumped immediately to the blonde she had already quietly accepted. Ino. She had seen enough signs—Naruto’s changed schedule, the way he sometimes smelled faintly of floral shampoo that was not his own—to suspect the relationship. A small, pleased smile tugged at her mouth.

"Oh. You saw him."

Mikoto blinked. "You knew about this?"

Kushina’s smile widened. "Yeah. Somewhat. I’ve had my suspicions for a while." She felt a warm flicker of maternal pride. Ino was a good girl—bright, straightforward, from a respected clan. If her son had chosen someone like that, Kushina could only be happy for him.

Mikoto looked mildly surprised, then nodded. "I see. Well... I think Hinata is a nice girl."

Kushina had just lifted her cup. The name made her spit the coffee back into it in a sharp, undignified spray.

"Who?"

"Hinata," Mikoto repeated, calm and certain. "You know—the beautiful Hyuga girl. Soft voice. Very polite."

"I know who Hinata is." Kushina set the cup down hard enough to rattle the saucer. "You’re sure it was her?"

"Yes. I saw her face clearly. It was Hinata."

Kushina sat back, mind racing. She did not mention Ino. The two pieces of information sat side by side in her head and refused to fit together. Naruto and Ino. Naruto and Hinata. On the street, no less. For a moment she simply stared at the table while Mikoto waited patiently.

To comfort herself she reached for the simplest explanation. Maybe he had ended things with Ino. Maybe the relationship had run its course and he had already moved on to Hinata. Young men sometimes changed their minds quickly. It was not ideal, but it was possible.

Still, the thought left a sour taste. She needed to speak with him directly. She needed to remind him that girls had feelings, that switching from one to another too fast could leave real hurt behind. Naruto had always been kind at heart. She refused to believe he would be careless on purpose.

Kushina finished her tea more quickly than usual, paid the bill despite Mikoto’s protest, and stood.

"I should go. There’s something I need to handle."

Mikoto only smiled with quiet understanding. "Of course. Give him my regards."

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Kushina walked toward Naruto’s apartment with her thoughts turning over every possibility. Maybe the relationship with Ino had already ended cleanly. Maybe Hinata was only a one-time mistake. Maybe Mikoto had somehow misread the situation entirely. Every option circled back to the same firm belief: her son could not be in the wrong on purpose. There had to be an explanation that still left him as the good-hearted boy she had raised.

She reached the apartment building, climbed the stairs, and stopped in front of his door with her hand raised to knock.

A soft, unmistakable moan slipped through the wood.

Kushina froze.

The sound came again—higher, breathier, clearly female. She lowered her hand. Instead of knocking she moved quietly along the short outer walkway until she reached the window that looked into the main room. The curtain had not been fully closed. A narrow gap remained.

Kushina bent slightly and looked through.

Sakura sat astride her son in clear cowgirl position, completely naked, pink hair damp with sweat and sticking to her neck and shoulders. Her hands were planted on his chest for balance. Her hips rose and fell in a steady, deep rhythm, taking him to the root with every downward motion. The wet sound of their joining was audible even through the glass.

"Ahh... ahh... Naruto... right there... ahh..."

Sakura’s voice was open and unrestrained. Her breasts bounced with every drop of her hips. Kael’s hands gripped her waist, guiding the pace, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave temporary marks. He thrust upward to meet her, the muscles in his abdomen flexing with each movement.

"That’s it," he said, voice low. "Keep riding. Take it all."

"Uh... ahh... it’s so deep... ahh... I can feel it... ahh..."

Sakura leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, and ground down harder. Her mouth stayed open around continuous soft moans. The bed creaked beneath them in time with the wet slap of skin. Kael’s hands slid up her sides, cupped her breasts, and squeezed while she continued to ride him.

"Faster," he told her.

She obeyed. Her hips moved in quicker, shorter strokes, the wet sounds growing louder and more filthy. Sakura’s head tipped back. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed dark pink.

"Ahh... ahh... Naruto... I’m close... ahh... don’t stop..."

Kael’s grip on her waist tightened. He thrust up harder to meet every downward motion, driving himself deep. Sakura’s moans climbed higher, breaking on every other thrust until her whole body shuddered. She came with a long, shaking cry, pussy clenching visibly around him, hips stuttering through the waves of it. Kael kept her moving through the orgasm, forcing her to ride it out until her arms trembled and she collapsed forward onto his chest, still impaled, breathing in ragged gasps.

Kushina stood frozen at the window, one hand braced against the outer wall, staring at the pink-haired girl who was very clearly not Ino and very clearly not Hinata either.

"What in the world is going on?"

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