Chapter 65: Cheating [2] (18+)

Kurenai sat in the soft morning light of her living room, blouse open, Mirai latched contentedly to one breast. The little girl suckled in slow, sleepy pulls while Kurenai stroked her dark hair with absent affection. The house was quiet. The maid had the day off. For a few peaceful minutes the only sounds were the soft wet noises of feeding and the occasional creak of the old wooden floor.

A knock at the front door broke the calm.

Kurenai frowned. She was not expecting anyone. Carefully she eased Mirai away, adjusted her blouse just enough for decency, and carried the child to the small side room that served as a nursery. She laid her down in the crib, waited until the girl settled, then closed the door most of the way and went to answer the knock.

Naruto stood on the step.

Kurenai’s eyes widened a fraction. In all the years she had known him, the boy had never once come to her house.

"Naruto? What are you doing here?"

Kael kept his expression polite, almost respectful. "Can I come inside?"

She hesitated only a second, then stepped aside. "Yes... of course."

They moved into the living room. Kurenai gestured toward the low table and sat opposite him, spine straight, hands folded tightly in her lap. The fear was already crawling under her skin. Every secret meeting with Minato, every rushed hour in a love hotel, every lie she had told Kushina—those things suddenly felt enormous and fragile.

Kael did not waste time.

"I saw you yesterday."

Kurenai forced a small smile. "Yes, at the convenience store. You were buying food."

"No," Kael said quietly. "After that. I saw you with my dad."

The color drained from her face so quickly it looked painful. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. No words came out at first. When they finally did, they were barely audible.

"...I’m sorry."

Kael watched her without blinking. "You know what happens if my mom finds out. The whole family tears apart. Kushina doesn’t forgive that kind of thing. Neither do I."

Kurenai slid off the cushion and onto her knees on the tatami in one smooth, desperate motion. Her hands pressed flat against the floor.

"I’m sorry, Naruto. I’m so sorry." Tears already welled in her red eyes. "Please..."

"Tell me everything," Kael said. His voice stayed calm, almost conversational. "What was going through your head. How it started. All of it."

Kurenai sniffed, wiped at her cheeks with the back of one hand, and began speaking in a low, shaky stream.

"It started when I was still young. Genin. Asuma and I weren’t together yet—we were just teammates who argued all the time. Minato-sensei was one of the jōnin who rotated through our training. He was... patient. Kind. He stayed late to correct my genjutsu forms when everyone else had already left. I started staying later on purpose. I started inventing reasons to need extra help."

She swallowed hard.

"I was the one who initiated it. One afternoon the rest of the team was out on a mission. I claimed I felt sick and took the day. I went to the training hall knowing he would be there alone putting equipment away. He was in the storage room. I walked in, closed the door, and just... hugged him from behind. My hands were already under his flak jacket before he could stop me. I could feel he was hard. He told me to stop, that it was wrong, that he was married. But his hands didn’t push me away. They held my wrists like he couldn’t decide whether to pull them off or pull them lower."

Kurenai’s voice dropped even further, thick with memory and residual heat.

"I dropped to my knees right there on the storage-room floor. I opened his pants and took him into my mouth. He was already leaking. I remember the exact taste. I sucked him until his fingers tangled in my hair and he started thrusting—small, helpless thrusts he couldn’t control. When I stood up and bent over a crate he didn’t stop me. He pushed my skirt up, pulled my panties aside, and sank into me in one stroke. I was so wet it made an obscene sound. He fucked me hard and fast against that crate, one hand over my mouth so no one walking by would hear, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. I came twice before he finished inside me. We stayed locked together afterward, both breathing like we had run a marathon. That was the first time."

She wiped her eyes again, but the words kept coming, more detailed now, as if once the dam cracked the rest had to flood out.

"After that we couldn’t stop. Whenever the schedule allowed—empty training grounds at dusk, the old storage rooms, once even in the Hokage tower after hours when everyone else had gone—we found each other. He would bend me over whatever surface was closest and take me from behind while I bit my own wrist to stay quiet. Sometimes I rode him on the floor, grinding down until he filled me. He always tried to be gentle at first. I never let him. I wanted it rough. I wanted the proof that the perfect Fourth Hokage could lose control because of me."

Kurenai’s cheeks were flushed now, the shame and the remembered lust tangled together.

"When Asuma and I finally started dating I forced myself to stop. I told Minato it was over. For a while it was. Then Asuma died. At the funeral I could barely stand. Minato found me alone near the memorial stone after the others had left. He only meant to comfort me—I know that. But the moment his arms closed around me I kissed him. We ended up against the stone itself. He lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him, and he fucked me right there while I was still wearing funeral black. I came so hard I cried. After that the affair started again. Hotels. Late nights. Whenever Kushina was away on long errands or missions. I became the thing he used when he needed to stop being perfect for a few hours. And I loved every filthy second of it."

Kael listened in silence until she finished. Internally a dry, almost amused thought surfaced.

Woah. He fucked a woman in mourning on the actual funeral day. He really is my father.

Aloud he only said, "I kind of understand what you were going through. But I still have to tell Mom."

Kurenai surged forward on her knees and wrapped both arms around his legs, forehead pressed against his thigh.

"Please don’t tell anyone. Please, Naruto. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Money—I can give you everything I have. Just don’t destroy this."

Kael looked down at the top of her dark hair, at the way her shoulders shook, at the open blouse that still showed the soft curve of one breast from the interrupted feeding.

"I don’t want your money," he said quietly.

Kurenai tilted her face up, eyes wet and desperate. "Then what? Tell me what you want."

Kael reached down, opened his pants, and freed his already-hard cock. The heavy length sprang free and landed directly against her cheek and lips with a soft, heavy smack.

Kurenai’s eyes went wide.

He rested the thick shaft across her face, the tip smearing a clear bead of pre-cum along her lower lip, and spoke in the same calm voice he had used all morning.

"Blow it."

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