A few moments later, in the living room...
Hinata and Naruto chatted while Hyūga Aoba cleaned the house.
Naruto's residence had two floors...
Plus a basement.
Aoba, unaware of its existence, hadn't detected it—since using the Byakugan without necessity was strictly forbidden by the clan.
Too much knowledge leads to an early death.
An ancient Hyūga principle.
After a quick inspection (without the Byakugan), she headed to the kitchen.
Surprisingly clean.
Proof Naruto never cooked—only takeout and instant ramen.
"Naruto-kun..."
Hinata, initially excited, suddenly looked gloomy.
"What's wrong?"
Naruto, mouth full of snacks (brought by Hinata), faked concern.
"Um... I..."
Clearly, she hesitated.
But Naruto skillfully got her to talk.
Hinata: "My mother... has always had fragile health..."
Kyūbi: "A main branch member, weak... while robust cadets are sidelined. Typical."
Although adults tried to hide it, Hinata wasn't stupid.
Sensitive as she was, she had noticed her mother's worsening condition—especially since the pregnancy.
"It's getting worse... with the baby..."
Tears welled up.
Sniff.
Silence fell.
Hinata thought: Naruto-kun is so understanding...
Meanwhile, Naruto's eyes were fixed on the maid.
Kyūbi: "You really are a monster."
Her mother might be dying, and you...
Naruto: "I want to help Hinata's mom... but I need to be sure I can."
His gaze stayed locked on Aoba.
Wearing a dark blue and black dress under a pristine apron, her short dark-green hair gave her an efficient look.
Feeling his stare, she turned—instantly paling.
Because through the coffee table...
The "beast" had awakened.
Hinata, lost in her tears, noticed nothing.
Trembling, Aoba resumed cleaning with stiff movements.
Kyūbi: "At least that was a human response."
He's not making fake promises.
Naruto: "Hinata~, I promise I'll heal your mom! I'm already working on it~."
Kyūbi: "..."
Hinata: "Naruto-kun~!"
More tears—this time of gratitude.
Kyūbi: "What did I expect..."
As a protagonist, Naruto loved making bold promises:
"Later, I'll promise Kiba to turn him into a stray dog."
"After Nagato dies, I'll promise peace to Ame."
"And then..."
Exhausted by sleepless, anxious nights, Hinata began to sway.
"Rest, I'm here," Naruto said, settling her on a futon.
"Hmm..."
The scent of Naruto on the sheets made her blush before drifting off to sleep.
Expressionless, Naruto turned his attention back to Aoba.
Sensing his approach, she froze.
Tap. Tap.
Each step made her flinch.
Huuu... Huuu...
Her breathing became heavy.
The Yang Release had strengthened his body... and his impulses.
Frustrations from Yūgao in a winter coat, Nonō in white tights...
*Had to be released.
"!"
Aoba tried to flee—but the kitchen was too small.
Cornered against the stove, she realized Naruto's condition.
Her lips trembled.
She had no idea the bijū within him had also grown thanks to the Yang...
"I-I'm sorry... Naruto-sama."
She apologized before he even opened his mouth.
Maybe because he'd once threatened not to forgive her so easily...
"When you apologize... is the bare minimum."
Memories of New Year's night resurfaced.
The pain... the gut-wrenching fear...
Her skin seemed to burn again.
"But that was then. This time... show more sincerity."
His voice turned icy.
Aoba understood.
Slowly, she dropped her cloth.
"You're nervous, Aoba," Naruto growled, his voice rough, stepping closer, his heavy footsteps thudding on the floorboards. Aoba clenched his teeth, his face twisted in disgust.
I don't want this… he thought, his heart pounding, but his mouth stayed shut, fear and hierarchy silencing him.
Naruto, in full dominant mode, grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn. "On all fours," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Aoba, trembling, obeyed, his hands and knees sinking into the rug, his crumpled apron falling over his thighs.
Naruto tore off the apron, the black and blue dress sliding up to reveal Aoba's pale hips. He grunted, his calloused hands gripping Aoba's ass, spreading it roughly.
Aoba flinched, his disgust surging, but his traitorous body shivered under the grip.
This is fucking gross… he thought, his cheeks burning with shame. Naruto, pants down, his hard, throbbing cock out, spat in his hand, lubing himself up.
He lined his tip against Aoba's entrance, thrusting in with one sharp push. Aoba stifled a cry, his eyes widening, but an indecent, high-pitched, involuntary moan escaped his lips.
No… not this… he thought, horrified by his own sound.
Naruto, a satisfied smirk on his face, pushed deeper, his hips slamming against Aoba's ass.
"You like that, huh?" he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. Aoba, head bowed, clenched his fists, his disgust drowned by a wave of pleasure he refused to acknowledge.
Each thrust, brutal but precise, sent shocks through his body, his moans growing louder, more obscene, echoing in the room.
Why am I making these noises? he thought, his mind a mess, his body arching despite himself.
Naruto, dominant, grabbed Aoba's green hair, yanking his head back, forcing his back to arc.
"Say you like it," he ordered, his thrusts speeding up, the slap of their skin filling the air. Aoba, lips trembling, stayed silent, but another moan, almost a sob, betrayed his body.
I hate this… but fuck… he thought, his hips starting to move back, his muscles clenching around Naruto.
The dress, hiked up, rubbed against his skin, adding a friction that drove him crazy.
Naruto, relentless, shifted his angle, hitting a sensitive spot. Aoba screamed, an indecent sound, his eyes rolling back, his disgust overwhelmed by a pleasure he couldn't deny.
I'm done for… he thought, his body rocked by each thrust, his moans now constant, raw. Naruto, one hand on his hip, the other pulling his hair, sped up, his cock plunging harder, the smell of sweat and sex saturating the room.
"You're mine," he growled, his tone possessive.
Aoba, on the brink, nearly collapsed, his arms shaking, but Naruto held him up, his thrusts turning frantic.