Primetime: Chapter 28
Welcome to Chapter 28 of Primetime.
Tags: Uzumaki Kushina, MILF, Corruption, Cheating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
I know this was late, but this chapter was hard to write. There was so much content to cover, and getting the right balance between guilt, pleasure, and excitement was not easy.
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Posted on: April 25 2025
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Chapter 28 : Too close for comfort?
Kushina slid off the counter carefully, feeling the warmth and stickiness between her thighs as gravity pulled the mess free. It splashed softly onto the floor as Minato finished dressing, already moving with the urgency of a parent who knew he was cutting it close.
For a few seconds Kushina remained where she was, standing nude in the kitchen with her thoughts still half caught in the heat of what had just happened. Thankfully drapes of the main hall and kitchen were closed. The silence after Minato left felt different way different from their usual fuck. Normally she wasn't satiated that easily but today she had been eager while her body still might crave for more. She felt a different kind of satisfaction hit her. It was as if she could hear herself more clearly.
If she had been someone else, she might have laughed at the thought forming in her own head. 'Reclaimed' that was the source of her contention. As if being gathered back into her husband's arms could truly reorder the sequence of the last few days. As if desire obeyed neat borders. As if one afternoon of familiar intimacy could erase everything that had come before it in these last few days.
And yet the thought lingered.
The sex with Minato had felt better than she expected. Not merely because she had missed him, though she had. Not merely because his body was known to hers, though that too was true. It had felt deeper. More urgent and more grounding. Almost as if some part of her had needed the contrast, needed the familiarity, needed something that belonged to the life she actually lived in order to steady herself after everything else.
Her cheeks warmed even further as the realization settled.
'Did Mina koi get turned on by me coming home like that from the flight', she wondered again remembering her state when she had deboarded the flight. No bra, no panties. All that heat still clinging to me.
'He definitely did'. She thought again a smile blossoming on her face.
Shame rose first. Hot and immediate at the thought of remembering why she had been at that state. . But there was something else beside it, something thinner and sharper. Curiosity that unsettled her more than the shame itself.
She looked around the kitchen and the mess they had created again.
The aftermath of their rush was impossible to miss. Her dress lay near the hall. One of Minato's socks had somehow ended up halfway beneath a chair. A utensil had fallen to the floor and been forgotten there. The chair itself stood askew, as if even the furniture had been caught off guard by the force of their reunion. There were marks of haste everywhere. Nothing truly ruined. Just a visible trail of what had mattered more than order for a little while. It was truly a miracle that any of the crockery and glassware hadn't broken; she was completely out of it and she was pretty much sure Minato had been the same.
She drew in a breath as she took a step and her feet wobbled a bit.The floor felt cool beneath her bare feet. The contrast made her shiver faintly.
Walking completely nude in her own kitchen, hair mussed, skin still warm, her body bearing the unmistakable softness that followed satisfaction. She glanced toward the front door and immediately winced at the thought of Naruto walking in and seeing clothes flung through the hallway again. She didn't want to explain to the growing boy why her clothes were lying like that.
No, absolutely not.
She moved quickly then, though not carelessly. First she crossed to the drawer near the pantry where she kept spare household things and pulled out a light robe, one of the soft light green cotton ones she usually wore on lazy mornings. She slipped it over her shoulders and tied it loosely around her waist. It was not really for modesty, It was for function. Something to keep her covered while she cleaned and gathered herself back together.
Then she bent to pick up what had been left behind.
Her dress first. Then his sock and his remaining clothes. Then the utensil on the floor. She set the chair straight. Collected the misplaced plates that had been moved in the confusion of their hunger. Each small act steadied her a little more. The robe swayed against her thighs as she moved from counter to sink to the hallway, collecting pieces of the mess and restoring the apartment to something closer to normal.
Even so, the work could not fully settle her mind.
'I am Minato's again, she thought as she reached down for the last item near the counter. Whatever happened in Uzushio will remain there'. She thought with content as she picked Tissue and wiped the cum stains from the counter and floor wherever she could find.
'I guess we will have to have lunch and dinner outside today. I would need cleaning before I can use this place,' she thought with red cheeks.
'I'm so relieved that Uzushio is behind us '
The words were simple yet firm. The sort of thing she wanted to believe because belief itself felt like relief.
But even in the privacy of her own head, they rang a little too clean to be true.
Still, she held onto them.
Once the kitchen looked acceptable again, she gathered the clothes into her arms and made for the washroom. She did not bother dressing properly. There was no time, and more than that, she did not want Naruto to notice anything out of place. Better to freshen up now, wash away the scent of the afternoon, and greet the rest of the day as if it had not briefly slipped off its rails.
She shut the bathroom door behind her and leaned against it for a moment.
The room was cool and faintly humid from the shower Minato had taken that morning. The mirror above the sink caught her reflection at once. Red hair a little wild. Cheeks still pink. Lips slightly swollen. The robe half open at the collar, exposing enough skin to remind her exactly what kind of state she was in and she noticed bite mark near collar bone immediately.
She looked at herself longer than she intended.
'Claimed' she thought and then, without ceremony, she untied the robe and let it slide from her shoulders.
It pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it and moved toward the shower, setting her gathered clothes aside on the dry ledge nearby. The small routine motions came easily. Turn the tap. Wait for the temperature step in.
Except this time, when the first stream of water hit her skin, she did not turn it warm.
She let it run cold.
The shock of it pulled a breath from her chest. Her shoulders drew in. Gooseflesh rose instantly over her arms and stomach. The cool water ran over her breasts, her nipples hardened, down her waist across her thighs and pooled at her feet before disappearing into the drain.
She closed her eyes and tilted her face upward.
I am Minato's again, she repeated silently.
The water kept falling.
Whatever happened in Uzushio will remain there.
This time the words sounded less like certainty and more like insistence. A line she was trying to draw after the fact.
She reached for soap and worked it slowly over her skin, methodical without hurrying. The scent was familiar, clean and domestic. It felt strangely comforting after how disordered her senses had become over the last stretch of days.
As she washed, her mind wandered in spite of herself.
Not in one single line. In flashes.
The beach shoot.
The eyes on her.
Yesterday's shoot… 'I still haven't told Minato about that…'
Then the image of her time with Shiro came to her mind. She shook her head, trying to push it away. But it was followed by flashes of the beach scenes with Yami… and then today's recklessness on the flight with Jin.
The way she had crossed certain lines and then stood in front of her husband not long after, still wanting him with a hunger that had surprised even her.
She pressed the soap harder into her skin as if she could smooth the thoughts down the same way.
I am here now, she told herself.
That much, at least, was true.
The cold shower gradually did what she had intended it to do. It lowered the sharpest edge of the heat still clinging to her body. It did not erase everything. It did not make her innocent again even in her own mind. But it made her quieter inside less raw. Less likely to unravel before the rest of the afternoon had even finished.
When she finally reached for the shampoo, her movements slowed. She worked it into her hair with practiced fingers, massaging her scalp until the simple repetition eased her further. Red strands darkened beneath the water and clung to her back. Foam slid down in pale trails and vanished at her feet.
By the time she rinsed it all away, she looked less like a woman who had just been dragged into a reunion by pure hunger and more like herself again or close enough.
She turned the water off and stood still for a moment in the silence that followed.
Then she reached for a towel.
As she dried herself, her thoughts returned once more to the same stubborn place.
Minato had looked so satisfied when he left. So sure. So pleased with the simple fact of her choosing him again in the parking lot, in the car, in the kitchen. And some part of her had responded to that certainty with equal force. She could not deny it.
He thinks I am his, she thought.
And then, with a complicated little ache in her chest, she added, 'I let him think that because I want to be'.
She wrapped the towel around herself and glanced at the clock.
There was still a little time before Naruto came back.
Enough time to dress properly. Enough time to make sure the apartment smelled normal. Enough time to put her face back on and become Kaa chan again before the door opened.
Kushina drew in a steadying breath and reached for fresh clothes.
Kushina dressed quickly, pulling on a simple white shirt over her bra and panties, then stepping into her jeans with practiced ease. The contrast almost made her laugh. Just minutes ago she had been flushed, breathless, and half undone against the kitchen counter. Now she looked like any ordinary woman settling back into the afternoon.
She towel dried her hair as best she could, then gathered the still damp red strands into a simple bun. A few loose strands clung near her cheeks and neck, but she let them be. There was no time to fuss over perfection.
After that, she moved through the living room with purpose. She picked up the air freshener and deliberately sprayed the space, making sure to cover every lingering trace of what she and Minato had done there. The scent spread quickly, clean and floral, layering itself over the heavier warmth that had hung in the room before. Satisfied, she crossed to the windows and pulled the blinds open, letting the midday light flood in without resistance.
The room looked normal again.
Good.
Her shoulders loosened a little.
By the time she reached for her phone, she already knew Naruto and Minato would be back soon. A small smile tugged at her mouth.
We are going out for lunch, she thought. Naruto will definitely like some family time like that.
With that thought steadying her, she sat down on the sofa and unlocked her phone.
Then her eyes widened.
NinjaGram notifications covered the screen.
So many...
She had barely gotten time to look at the reactions to her recent posts. Between the bikini shoot, the wet shirt pictures, and yesterday's collaboration with Kurenai, too much had happened too quickly. Yesterday and today already felt like a blur of lights, cameras, travel, and mistakes she did not want to examine too closely.
She opened the app.
Her breath caught.
The micro bikini post had blown past fifty thousand likes and thirty thousand shares and around 1500 comments . Her fingers froze for a second as she stared. Then she tapped her profile.
One hundred ninety thousand followers.
What?
The last time she had checked, she had been around one hundred thirty thousand.
More than sixty thousand in a day...
Her pulse quickened.
She clicked on the latest post with Kurenai, the one with the wet shirts and bikini bottoms.
Seventy five thousand likes.
Forty eight thousand shares and over two thousand comments.
Wha...
Her fingers moved almost on their own as she opened the comment section.
Her eyes widened further as the flood of reactions began to load.
Zeroexe103: nah this post is actually insane 😳🔥
TheBigD: wet shirt combo was absolutely illegal yall knew what you were doing 😵💫
Saintz_92: some of you need to breathe and drink water fr 😭
Midnightson06: redhead and dark hair duo is a crazy combo not even fair 🔥
CanadianWhiskey: can we chill before making up stories in the comments? it is literally just a photo shoot
Flex39: exactly. people acting like they personally know them is wild
snaggy21: still tho the styling team knew this was gonna explode 😶🌫️
Jonesy: Kurenai and Kushina together was not on my bingo card but I am grateful 🙏
Sssnake_7: staff at KTV deserve a raise for this one
MilfHunter: ngl the confidence in this post is on another level 😮💨
IanOnabi: some of yall are way too comfortable talking crazy in here
M4rkJ0hn: viral for a reason. this is how you break the app
Sheer Cold: Kurenai looks stunning but Kushina is on another planet here ❤️
Lycan: women supporting women and also losing my mind respectfully 💅🔥
glassheart33: the white shirts were absolutely a choice and I respect it
Agen51: every husband in konoha fighting for his life in these comments rn 😭
Nori_nori: imagine opening the app on your lunch break and seeing THIS
belial: whoever approved this post knew exactly what would happen
Lucas: the body language between them is so confident. not forced at all
NightCrow88: all of yall being weird in the comments need to log off for a bit
honeybeexx: Kushina serving face and Kurenai serving attitude. perfect duo ✨
RamenKing: Naruto's classmates are probably never shutting up after this post 😭
BlueFlame74: okay but can we talk about the lighting? the whole thing looks expensive
LunaMori: gorgeous shoot. classy and daring at the same time
JinchuurikiJay: this is the type of post that starts fan pages overnight
KitsuneWire: some of the men in these comments are proving why women lock replies 😐
GraysonC: everybody acting shocked like these are not grown women doing a shoot
StaticRain: I just know KTV numbers are going crazy after this
MikaBloom: Kurenai looks unreal but Kushina's expression is what sells it for me
shyobserver11: not gonna lie I came for the comments and stayed for the chaos 🍿
HardKnockKen: down horrendous but respectfully
VelourVandal: some of yall cannot behave around a wet shirt and it shows
ToraTora: the photographers went absolutely feral with these angles
WhiteKnightRen: reminder that being pretty online is not an invitation for some of these comments
CobraKaiyo: there are like three separate wars happening in this comment section 😂
SukiSays: women can post one confident picture and men start writing fanfiction in the replies
NeoPulse: the red hair with the wet white shirt is just unfair man
RikuVerse: okay but Kurenai lowkey stole the post for me sorry not sorry
AsterNine: both of them look incredible. no need to pit them against each other
DemonTape: KTV is not beating the allegations after this one 😭
SoftPeach: this looks bold but still polished. very well done honestly
RogueSage: the amount of fake moral outrage in here is hilarious. everyone double tapped anyway
KonohaWatcher: sixty thousand new followers in a day is actually insane
MossyPath: some comments are disgusting but the shoot itself is undeniably strong
scarletloop: Kushina knows exactly how to look at the camera and that is half the problem 😵
LanternBoy: this is one of those posts people pretend to hate and then stare at for ten minutes
NightTape99: this is exactly how these celeb spirals start. first classy pics then every post gets a little more bold 👀
VelvetSin: some of yall acting shocked like Kushina has not been teasing this image shift for weeks now
civicwatcher: she has a son btw. maybe some of you should remember that before typing nonsense
akuma_loop: every time someone says she is still classy the next post gets even wilder 😭
StreetLantern: not even gonna lie this does not feel accidental anymore. they knew exactly what these wet shirts would do
AquaGhost: Kurenai looks like she is just there for the shoot. Kushina looks like she knows the entire internet is staring
FoxTail27: i just know the office dudes are unbearable after this post
whitecrowren: some of these comments are disgusting. women can exist in swimwear without you all acting feral
JadedRonin: yeah but lets not pretend this was some innocent beach memory dump either 😶
LaceTheory: fake concern in these replies is crazy. everyone is still liking the post while preaching
mattgrey88: KTV definitely saw the numbers and told them to keep going
MossAfterRain: i actually feel bad for the husband if random people online are talking like this all day
SundownKid: why do people always bring up the husband like she stopped being hot after marriage 😭
NekoMint: Kurenai looks annoyed and Kushina looks way too comfortable with the attention. interesting combo
SignalLost77: this is gonna end up on ten different repost pages by tonight
thunderbun: one of those posts where the comments are half thirst and half pretend outrage 🍿
QuietMoralist: not trying to judge but this really does feel too much for someone in her position
ScarletNoise: "not trying to judge" followed by immediate judging lmao
TokyoPunkHeart: i know a calculated post when i see one. this is image management and it is working
greyjacketman: yall can call it empowerment or whatever but she absolutely knows what she is doing
PureLeaf: and what if she does? that still does not justify the creepy replies some of you leave
KazeRoom: this comment section is exactly why women curate their audience so hard
NeonSoba: Kurenai and Kushina really posted this and then went on with their day while the app burns 😭
BlueStatic: the red hair alone was already dangerous. adding the wet shirt was overkill
SaltandSky: some of yall are way too invested in whether she is "good" or "bad" like she is a real person in your life
afterhours444: okay but this is definitely not the same Kushina from the older posts. something changed
LotusSmoke: that is what I am saying. there is a shift. more confident. more daring. almost like she stopped caring what people think
HollowSignal: or maybe she started caring exactly what people think and realized it gets numbers
lilacriot: both things can be true tbh
DrownedInk: men in these replies proving they cannot handle a woman knowing she looks good
NorthboundFox: i swear half the people defending her are also zooming in
SteelMoth: "classy and bold" is just code for "i want to say something filthy but i am behaving"
RogueCanvas: Kurenai fans and Kushina fans about to start a civil war under one post 😭
FableAsh: they look amazing together and some of yall still found a way to make it weird
trueconcernedcitizen: i am just saying fame changes people. that is all
HoneyCrash: oh please that fake disappointment angle is so tired. you are still here in the replies with the rest of us
RustEcho: there is no way the photographers did not know this would blow up. the angles are way too intentional
MildlyLost: imagine being her son and opening the app after school 💀
goodguyharu: leave her family out of this. some of yall have no line
SobaRider: the white knights always arrive five minutes late and thirty comments deep 😂
CherryVoltage: real talk though this one post probably gained them more attention than a month of regular uploads
craterboy: i need the behind the scenes video immediately
Moonframe: not the comments turning into conspiracy theories just because a woman posted a wet shirt photo
AshenWire: whatever else is true, this post changed her image overnight
DownBadRon: these two are one step away from opening FanScroll at this point 😭
VelvetSin: no way they did a wet shirt shoot and just went home like nothing happened
NightCrowX: pretty sure some producer saw this set and lost his mind
SlimeTime77: yall cannot convince me they escaped that shoot without getting pulled into some office after 😏
MossKing: this is how the downfall starts. first bikinis then wet shirts then "link in bio" 💀
TrueWatcher91: both of them look like they know exactly what kind of crowd this attracts now
RiotRoom: yeah nah these are not "accidental hot pics" anymore. they are leaning into it hard
CobraVice: somebody at KTV definitely signed off on this with one hand
stormcellar: i give it one month before fake leaked rumors start and honestly i would believe all of them
afterdarkkai: no way they did this whole shoot and did not have every guy on set trying to get close
rawsoba: be real, their bosses definitely piped them or at least tried to
KitsuneVice: this is what "professional" looks like before the scandals hit 😭
LowTierHero: not saying anything happened but there is no way that room was calm after these shots
urbanfox88: FanScroll launch incoming. first month discount too probably 😂
fadedleaf: some of yall are too much but also this post is absolutely feeding the rumors
CrashTheory: wet shirts and those looks to camera? yeah they knew the internet would call them sluts by sunset
MoralTea: this is exactly why people stop taking public figures seriously
CherryFuel: lmao stop acting holy. yall love it when a "respectable" woman starts acting messy online
vantaecho: if this is the public content i just know the private stories are worse
RainTape: not gonna lie this is the kind of post that makes people assume they got railed right after the shoot
GhostCircuit: there is no universe where that set wrapped without some dude shooting his shot
MilfHunterX: they look like the type who say "we would never" right before doing the wildest stuff imaginable
BlueRuin: everyone pretending this is empowerment when it is clearly thirst bait is killing me 😭
CrimsonVice: once they realize how much money and attention this gets it is over
CaffeineDemon: bosses definitely "mentored" them personally after this one
FoxRoom: KTV offices must be a warzone right now
LoudMoth: these are the kind of posts that start with "just promo" and end with full blown reputation collapse
AshSignal: nah because the confidence here is giving "we already know what you are gonna say and we do not care"
BrokenHalo: no way they walked out of there untouched. zero chance
HollowJet: i know a "this got too friendly behind the scenes" post when i see one
paleghost9: some of yall sound insane but also this does not exactly help their case 😶
CinderDrop: once the rumors start they are never beating the "slept their way up" allegations
VelourWolf: they look expensive and messy at the same time. dangerous combo
NeonTrap: first collab post and already got the whole city talking. yeah they are not stopping now
RogueLaugh: yall know one of those creepy "industry insiders" is about to claim he knows what happened after the cameras stopped
SinTea: not even joking, this is exactly the type of shoot people point back to later and go "this was the beginning"
WhiteKnightRen: some of you are proving why comment moderation exists
CrowByte: white knights always show up after typing their own paragraph in drafts first 😭
SugarStatic: funny how the men calling them sluts are also the ones boosting every post into viral range
AquaVice: this is the kind of content that gets screenshotted by office group chats for months
insiderlol: heard the set was locked way longer than it was supposed to be. just saying 👀
brokenprinterguy: i know staff at places like this. nobody kept it professional after that shoot
LateNightKonoha: "just work" until somebody closes the dressing room door lol
officeghost22: this is exactly how people end up with nicknames in the group chats
RumorMill: pretty sure at least one exec thinks he has a shot now
GlassJaw88: if they are posting this publicly imagine what they let slide privately
sourchai: the bosses definitely think these two are "team players" now and that is nasty to think about
Kushina kept scrolling. As usual like these days whenever she scrolled through her Ninjagram . So many comments. So many eyes. So many strangers speaking about her as if they knew her, as if a few pictures and wet shirts and camera angles had somehow opened her up for inspection.
Some of them were ridiculous. Some were cheap. Some were laughably dramatic.
And yet a few of them made her stomach tighten.
Because they landed too close to the truth.
Her thumb slowed over the screen as she read another comment, then another, each one blurring into the next. Rumors, Jokes, Comments, Men talking as if they had already decided what kind of woman she was. Like she fucked any men in sight after the shoot. Women defending her. Others mocking her. A few pretending concern while clearly enjoying the spectacle.
She swallowed.
What unsettled her most was not the filth itself. It was how some of it brushed so close to things she knew and no one else should.
Her mind drifted despite herself.
Uzushio, the beach, the shoot, the hotel room and the choices.
The lines that had already been crossed before these people even began typing their fantasies into her comment section. Her cheeks warmed and she could feel tingles in her body.
She scrolled further and saw the term again.
FanScroll.
Then again.
And again.
Her expression tightened.
Of course she knew what it was. She was not naive. She knew exactly what link in bio meant. She knew what FanScroll meant. She had seen the term more than once while browsing KunoichiHub threads late at night, usually attached to leaked screenshots, gossip, or endless arguments about which actress or model had "finally fallen that far." She knew the tone people used when they said it. Half mockery and half hunger.
A cruel little shortcut. A way of saying they thought a woman had become public property.
Kushina stared at the word for a few seconds too long.
'Really? They think Kurenai and I would open FanScroll?'
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
'They think I am that kind of woman.'
'They think I am a slut. A Whore.'
'Nope…Never ever..'
The thought should have offended her outright. It should have made her angry, indignant, sharp in that familiar way she used to be when someone stepped too far.
But instead she sat very still. Then, before she could stop herself, she murmured under her breath, "But wasn't I?"
The words slipped out so softly that the room itself almost swallowed them. For a moment she did not move.
The phone remained in her hand, the comments still there, the screen still glowing, but her attention had turned inward now. Toward that dangerous, uneasy place she had been trying not to look at too directly all day.
'Those models do the same thing,' she thought. 'They shoot, They pose. They post on FanScroll. Men pay, Men stare and Men talk.'
Her breathing slowed.
'No.'
'No, this was different.'
"This was my job," she said quietly, as if speaking aloud would make it firmer more true. "That was work."
She nodded once, though the motion was more for herself than anyone else.
The beach shoot had been work, The poses had been work, The camera had been work. "Boss asked me this… yes it was work.. And I got the job done…"
The attention after it had been expected. A little overwhelming perhaps, but still part of the job. Her fingers tightened around the phone.
'What happened with Jiraiya-san was just curiosity. Nothing else,' she told herself. 'Besides, he didn't cross any boundaries… hell, he didn't even touch me. This was work…'
The sentence came quickly, almost too quickly, and that alone made her uneasy.
'Nothing else.'
She repeated it in her head.
'Just curiosity.'
'Not need.'
'Not weakness.'
'Certainly not something that says anything larger about who I am becoming. I know who I am. These people with little phones in their hands won't decide who I am…'
And yet the more she tried to simplify it, the less simple it felt.
Her eyes drifted back to the comment section, but now the words seemed to pulse on the screen. Not because they were true. Not fully. But because they were feeding something already restless inside her. Something hungry. Something uncertain. Something that had begun as performance and had started, little by little, to bleed into the private corners of her life.
She locked the phone at once. The screen went dark due to inactivity. Silence returned to the room.
She drew a breath and let it out slowly, sinking back into the sofa for only a second before the sharp sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.
Kushina straightened immediately.
"Minato and Naruto are here."
The thought came like a rescue.
She set the phone down beside her, almost too fast, then stood from the sofa and smoothed her shirt automatically. Her heart was still beating a little too quickly, but the familiar rhythm of family cut through the haze in an instant.
By the time she crossed the living room, her face was calmer.
Not fully normal, but enough.
Sunlight still filled the room through the open blinds. The freshener lingered faintly in the air. The apartment looked normal. Well almost enough after what Minato and Kushina had done there.
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She reached the door, one hand already on the handle.
For one last second, she glanced back toward the sofa where her phone lay dark and silent.
Then she opened the door.
A blur of orange and energy rushed at her.
"Kaa-san!"
Naruto's smiling, grinning face filled her view as he practically jumped onto her, wrapping his arms around her waist. The force of it made her take a small step back, but she laughed softly, steadying herself as her hands came up to hold him.
'Naruto…' she thought, her chest tightening in a way that had nothing to do with anything else.
"Sochi, how are you?" she asked, brushing his hair back slightly, smiling warmly. "You didn't cause any trouble at school… or with your tou-san, right?"
Even though it had only been a couple of days, it felt much longer. Being away from him always stretched time in strange ways.
"No… I don't cause any trouble," Naruto said with a pout, crossing his arms for a moment. The expression looked almost exaggerated on his twelve-year-old face, making it even cuter.
Kushina raised a brow playfully, clearly not convinced.
Naruto held the act for a second longer before breaking into a grin. "Sakura-chan and Ino-chan… and the other girls wanted to meet you… again…" he said quickly, conveniently leaving out what Kiba and the other boys had been saying.
"Ohh…" Kushina's eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Sochi has girlfriends now?"
"No, it's not like that, Kaa-san!" Naruto protested instantly, his face turning bright red as he stepped inside with her.
Minato, who had been watching the scene from inside, chuckled softly at the exchange, leaning slightly against the wall.
"But you have to get me a nin phone now," Naruto added quickly, trying to change the topic.
"Nin phone?" Minato asked, curious, stepping closer and folding his arms.
Kushina blinked, then remembered.
Ah.
She had promised Naruto a nin phone if she reached 500,000 followers.
"You forgot, Naruto," she said, placing a hand on her hip with a teasing smile. "That was when I reach five hundred thousand followers. I'm only near two hundred thousand right now."
"Yeah, yeah… you'll get there in a month," Naruto said confidently, grinning as if it were already guaranteed.
Minato nodded in agreement, glancing at Kushina with a knowing smile. "He might not be wrong. At this rate, you'll cross a million by the end of next month."
Kushina covered her mouth, laughing softly, her cheeks warming just a little. "Heh… really? You're making me blush."
She shook her head lightly, then clapped her hands once, shifting the mood.
"Naruto, Minato… go change. Let's go out and eat."
"Yay! Party!" Naruto shouted immediately, tossing his bag onto the sofa before running toward his room, full of energy as always.
Minato watched him go, then turned back to Kushina with a faint smirk.
"So… nin phone, huh?"
"Yeah," she admitted with a small smile. "I was just teasing him. I didn't think I'd actually reach that number when I said it."
"Well," Minato said, stepping a little closer, "I just hope you don't promise him anything else you can't take back."
She gave him a look, half amused, half thoughtful.
"Well, where do you plan for lunch?" he added.
Kushina paused for a moment, thinking. "Hmm… I was thinking of going to one of Naruto's friends' places. Akimichi Barbecue. It was good when I went there last time. You'll like it."
She remembered the place clearly. The warm atmosphere, the polite, large man who owned it, and his equally large but kind-hearted son.
Minato nodded. "Alright. Let me change this shirt first."
He turned and walked toward their bedroom.
Kushina stood there for a moment, listening to the sounds of her home. Naruto rummaging loudly in his room. Minato's footsteps fading down the hallway.
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Kushina quickly changed into a pair of tight jeans that hugged her figure, accentuating her thighs and the curve of her ass, along with a soft grey shirt that clung just enough to outline her form without being overt. She tied her hair back loosely, letting a few strands fall around her face.
Soon, the family of three was down in the parking lot.
Minato unlocked his car and took his place in the driver's seat. Kushina slid into the passenger side, adjusting her seatbelt, while Naruto dropped into the back seat with his usual lack of restraint, already restless.
"Can we go fast? I'm starving!" Naruto complained, leaning forward between the seats.
"We just got in the car," Kushina replied, glancing back with a small smile. "You'll survive ten-twenty minutes, Sochi."
"I won't," Naruto groaned dramatically. "I'm already dying."
Minato chuckled as he started the engine. "If you're dying, then I should drive slower. Safety first."
"Dad!" Naruto protested loudly.
They pulled out of the apartment parking area. At the gate, Minato gave a casual nod to Izumo and Kotetsu, the familiar guards stationed there.
"Going out already?" Kotetsu called out with a grin.
"Yeah," Minato replied. "A much needed family time before we all get busy."
"Welcome back, Kushina-san," Izumo added politely.
Kushina smiled and gave a small wave. "Thank you."
The car rolled onto the main road, merging smoothly into traffic as they made their way toward Akimichi Barbecue.
Inside the car, the atmosphere settled into something easy and familiar.
Kushina leaned slightly toward Minato as they talked, their conversation flowing naturally.
"I won't have a show today," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I'll have to meet the boss about updates from Uzushio. And I'll try to meet Kurenai-chan after that if possible."
"Hoh?" Minato glanced at her briefly. "So you became friends with Kurenai? Weren't you seeing her as a rival before?"
Kushina shook her head lightly. "No, I was wrong. I thought that at first, but she's… similar to me. Actually, she's more confident." She smiled faintly. "She helped me a lot during the Uzushio photoshoot. I don't think I would have done the bikini shots if she wasn't there."
A flicker of memory passed through her mind, quick and vivid, but she pushed it aside and kept her tone steady. The memory of her and Kurenai in the washroom naked and wet kissing and then in sea skinny dipping going further.
"Well, that's good," Minato said. "It never works well if you don't have a friendly relationship with people in the same office."
He glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing Naruto completely absorbed in his nin-chat, fingers moving quickly as he talked to Choji while playing Ninja Legends.
Minato leaned slightly closer to Kushina and lowered his voice. "She's pretty, too… you know. Will you set up a meeting for me?" he teased.
"Minato!" Kushina said a bit louder than she intended, her eyes widening.
Her heart gave a small, unexpected jolt.
'He's seen those pictures… the ones from the shoot…of Kurenai in Bikini' she thought. 'Does Minato-koi like her? Does he think she's prettier and hotter?'
The thought stirred something sharp and uncomfortable inside her, something close to jealousy. But another part of her, quieter and more confusing, didn't entirely reject the feeling.
"Just kidding," Minato added quickly, glancing at her expression. "Your face was worth it." He smiled warmly. "She's beautiful, sure. But you're the best in the world."
Kushina looked away, cheeks warming. "Minato… hush. Shut up. Naruto is right there."
"Yeah, Dad… eww," Naruto said loudly from the back, not even looking up from his screen.
Both of them froze for a second, then looked away in opposite directions.
Minato let out a laugh. "Listen carefully, Naruto," he said, still amused. "Never lie to your partner. Ever. Honesty is the best policy."
Naruto blinked, clearly confused. "Huh? Why would I lie?"
Kushina rolled her eyes. "Mina-baka… he's too young for that." She turned slightly. "Naruto, ignore your stupid dad. He's just being an emotional idiot."
Minato laughed again, clearly enjoying himself. Kushina leaned back into her seat, crossing her arms lightly, but her expression softened after a moment. Inside, though, his words had landed differently. 'Never lie to your partner…'
The thought lingered, heavier than she wanted it to be.
She looked out the window, watching the familiar streets of Konoha pass by.
Minato reached forward and tapped the console, turning on the radio. Soft music filled the car as they continued driving toward the restaurant, the three of them settling into the rhythm of something that felt… normal.
The family soon arrived in the parking lot of the restaurant. As Kushina stepped out, she noticed the main building first, just as she remembered it. But this time, something else caught her eye. Not far from the structure, there were stacks of construction material and parts of the ground had been excavated.
'Is he expanding?' she wondered. 'I remember Akemichi-san mentioning something about modernizing this place.'
Like last time, Akemichi Barbeque was already fairly busy.
As they walked in, they were greeted by the rich smell of sizzling meat and the warm hum of laughter and chatter. Families filled the space, many with children around Naruto's age. The lively atmosphere made the place feel welcoming and full of life.
Kushina glanced around, and as before, she noticed a few lingering stares. Some of the men's eyes widened slightly upon recognizing her, their attention lingering a bit longer than usual. She ignored it gracefully.
Instead, she reached for Minato's hand and held it, guiding him toward the private booths she had seen during her last visit. Naruto, meanwhile, was already scanning the room eagerly, looking for his friend.
It didn't take long.
"Choji!" Naruto called out, waving enthusiastically.
Choji approached quickly, followed by his father, Choza Akimichi.
The large man walked toward them just as they settled into one of the private seating areas. Choza had heard plenty of rumors recently, especially about the redhead sitting before him now. Working in KTV, he had come across enough chatter, and even some images shared in their private groups. Some of those images had stayed in his mind longer than they should have. And now seeing her now he his mind automatically replacing her in her bikinis. 'Did she really get fucked there in or after shoots ?' he thought
Seeing her now, fully dressed and seated beside her husband, laughing softly as she spoke, created a strange contrast in his mind.
'Did she really do all that? As Okie suggested ' he wondered briefly.
Then he looked again at her, at the easy way she leaned toward Minato, at the warmth in her expression.
'It doesn't seem like it…'
A flicker of discomfort crossed his thoughts.
'Is it wrong for me to think like that about a married woman… especially when her husband is right here?'
He shook the thought away as he stepped closer.
"Namikaze-san," he greeted politely.
"You should have told me you were coming. I would have arranged something special," Choza added.
Kushina smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Akemichi-san. I should have told you, but it was a bit of a last-minute plan. It seems Naruto already informed Choji-kun though."
She turned slightly toward Minato.
"Akemichi-san, this is my husband, Namikaze Minato," she introduced.
The two men shook hands firmly.
"Minato-koi, this is Choza Akemichi-san. He's Choji's father, and they're in the same class as Naruto. Also, Akemichi-san works in KTV as well, though we have different shifts."
"Please, just call me Minato," Minato said with a friendly smile. "Our sons are friends, so we should be as well."
Choza nodded warmly. "Of course. Then please call me Choza. I'm happy to meet you."
He gestured toward the seating area. "Since you are here with your family today, let the meal be on the house."
Minato immediately shook his head. "No, no, we couldn't…"
But Choza raised a hand, gently insisting. "Please. Naruto is Choji's friend, and we work in the same place. It would be my pleasure. Next time, I will accept payment."
Kushina leaned forward slightly, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "In that case, how about I post about this place on Ninjagram?"
Choza blinked, surprised. "You would do that?"
He had indeed been hoping for more exposure, especially with the renovations underway.
"Of course," Kushina said easily. "It's a great place."
"That would be wonderful," Choza replied, clearly pleased he had seen her following she was becoming a local celebrity .
Kushina clapped her hands lightly. "Come on, before we start, let's take a picture."
They gathered together.
First, a selfie with Minato holding the phone, Kushina beside him, Choza on the other side, while Naruto and Choji stood in front, grinning.
Then Choza insisted on a proper family picture. He took Kushina's phone and snapped several shots of the three of them together, followed by a few more including himself and Choji.
Finally, a couple of casual shots followed, capturing the relaxed, friendly moment.
Kushina quickly went through the pictures, selecting a few, and began putting together a post.
She uploaded them to Ninjagram.
"It's good to be back with family. If you all are looking for a great place to spend time together, don't hesitate to check out Akemichi Barbeque 😊🔥"
She added the photos, starting with the family shot, followed by the ones with Choji and Choza, and then a couple showcasing the restaurant's atmosphere.
She tagged the location:
Akemichi Barbeque, Konoha
As she hit post, she glanced up at Minato and Naruto.
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Choza soon excused himself along with Choji, leaving them comfortably seated as he signaled a server to take their orders.
A young server approached with a polite bow.
"What would you like to have today?"
Naruto leaned forward immediately. "Everything."
Kushina laughed softly. "Not everything, Sochi. Let's pick properly."
They settled into ordering.
A premium Akemichi platter with assorted cuts of marinated beef, pork belly, and tender chicken skewers. Fresh vegetables for grilling, including mushrooms, bell peppers, and onions glazed lightly in sauce. A side of steamed rice bowls, miso soup, and house-special dipping sauces.
Naruto insisted on extra ribs.
Minato added a traditional grilled fish set, curious to try more of the place's roots.
Soon the table filled with sizzling plates, the aroma of grilled meat rising in warm waves. The sound of meat searing on the grill blended with the lively chatter around them.
As they ate, Kushina found herself smiling without effort.
This… this felt normal, simple and real.
She watched Naruto happily stuffing his face, arguing with Choji about which cut tasted better. She glanced at Minato, who was quietly enjoying his food, occasionally helping Naruto with the grill.
For a moment, everything else faded.
Minato nodded appreciatively as he tasted another bite. "This is really traditional. I guess he truly comes from a line of cooks who once fed the imperial families."
Kushina nodded. "Yeah… you can feel it in the food."
Time passed easily.
After finishing their meal, they thanked Choza again. Minato insisted they would return soon and pay properly next time.
With that, the family stepped out of the restaurant. Well atleast husband and wife did with Naruto talking with Choji .
As Kushina walked out, she noticed something different.
More people had gathered outside.
Mostly men.
As soon as the family stepped fully out through the doors, a group of around ten men, all in their twenties to early thirties, suddenly approached her.
Each of them held a bouquet.
"Kushina-sama!"
Before she could react, they all dropped to their knees.
Kushina froze.
"What…?" she said, startled, instinctively gripping Minato's hand tighter.
Behind her, she heard the restaurant door open again as Choza stepped out, equally surprised. A few more men followed from inside, also holding flowers.
"Who are you…?" she asked, her voice caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief.
"We are your fans," one of them said quickly. "We just saw your post. We were nearby and came to see you in person."
Kushina blinked.
All of them… for her?
Her eyes moved across the group. Their expressions were genuine. Excited. Nervous.
She had expected recognition.
Not this.
Minato stood beside her, calm, observant. His hand remained steady around hers, but there was a subtle shift in his posture; he was protective and alert.
He glanced at the group, then at Kushina, letting her take the lead.
"Thank you… all of you," Kushina said, recovering slowly. "I'm still new to this, so… this is a bit overwhelming."
She accepted the bouquets one by one, her smile polite but slightly unsure.
"Is it really true that you are married…." one man began, but another quickly covered his mouth.
"Glad to meet you, Kushina-san," a well-dressed man stepped forward, bowing slightly. "We love your news cast and your recent shoots. We would love to see more. Maybe even something from Konoha streets?"
"In the streets…" Kushina repeated softly.
She knew some anchors did live coverage like that. She had thought about it herself.
"I'll talk to management," she said thoughtfully. "Let's see what can be done."
Another man stepped forward, holding out a notebook. "Autograph, please."
Kushina took it.
As she opened it, she froze for a second.
It was one of her bikini pictures.
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
She instinctively looked at Minato.
He was watching her, a faint smirk forming, but his eyes were calm. He gave a small nod.
Go ahead.
She swallowed softly and signed it.
Soon, more people stepped forward. Notebooks. Cards. Even printed photos.
She signed each one, her movements becoming steadier with every autograph.
Minato stayed close the entire time, occasionally stepping slightly forward when the crowd pressed too much, but mostly letting her shine, well as much in this situation.
After a few minutes, they finally made their way toward the car.
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While all this was going on, Choza, being the wise man he was, kept Naruto and Choji busy a little farther away.
"Huh? What are so many people doing with Kaa-san and Tou-san?" Naruto asked, trying to peek past him.
Choza chuckled softly and placed a large hand on Naruto's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Naruto. It appears they are your mother's followers."
"Followers…?" Naruto repeated, eyes widening. "Oh… Kaa-san is really popular!"
From his angle, he could only see men stepping forward one by one and asking for signatures on pieces of paper. He had no idea what they were actually getting signed.
Choji, standing beside him, nodded seriously as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "Your mom is truly famous."
Naruto puffed up a little at that, clearly proud. "Yeah Take that Kiba…"
Once the crowd began to thin and the men finally started departing, Kushina looked back and noticed Choza standing there with Naruto and Choji.
Their eyes met for a brief moment.
She understood immediately what he had done.
Protecting Naruto from the awkwardness of it all.
Kushina gave him a small grateful smile and bowed her head slightly in thanks.
Choza simply nodded back, as he nudged Naruto to go.
The moment Naruto was released, he came running toward them, practically glowing with excitement.
"Kaa-san is famous!" he said loudly, almost bouncing in place.
"That she is," Minato replied, opening the car door. He leaned closer to Kushina as she got in and whispered softly near her ear, "Let them see, let them admire… but you are mine. Only mine. Brave men, asking for autographs on bikini pictures of my wife right in front of me."
Kushina's cheeks flushed deeper. "Minato-koi…"
He chuckled lightly and closed the door.
"Well, it's true," he added as he took his seat. "You are truly famous."
Kushina leaned back into her seat, still holding a bouquet in her lap, her heart beating a little faster than before.
Outside, a few fans still waved. She waved them back politely
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As the family of three drove away, the group of men slowly began to disperse, walking toward the gates in small clusters, still buzzing with excitement.
These were not casual fans. These were one of the early followers. The ones who had been there from the start before she started getting famous. The usernames they used online floated naturally into conversation.
"BuntaBomb667," said a stocky man with short hair, whose real name was Bunta Hayashi, still holding his bouquet like a trophy. "I'm telling you, she's even better in real life. I thought it was all makeup and filters they use on broadcast… but no. She's actually like that."
"Yeah," another added, adjusting his glasses. This was Hiro Shinhita, known online as 992Akihito. "The camera doesn't even do her justice. The presence… it's different."
"TheBDDaiki," a tall guy with dyed hair, whose real name was Daiki Morohoshi, laughed. "Man, look at her confidence. The way she just stood there, smiling like that… that's not something you fake. And totally body of the goddess. Look at that ass those boobs sizes they are 200% real and that cute face with those red hair she is our godess"
StarKillerKento, or Kento Arashima, crossed his arms, still looking in the direction the car had disappeared. "And she's actually married. With a kid. That part still feels unreal. Man the kid and her husband must have done quite a hard work on tits of hers" he laughed
"Yeah," Bunta said. "That husband of hers… calm guy. Too calm."
Daiki smirked. "Hiro, though… you were bold, man. That autograph? On that bikini photo? Right in front of him?"
Hiro scratched the back of his head, half embarrassed, half proud. "Yeah… I thought I was going to get punched for a second."
"Honestly," Kento added, "if that was me as her husband… I don't know if I'd stay that calm I might have killed ya."
They all laughed, but there was a slight edge to it.
"She's not what I expected," Bunta said after a moment, his tone shifting. "I had initially thought she'd be more… reserved. More traditional, you know? But recent changes are not bad at all…"
Daiki shrugged. "People are different on camera and in real life. But that's what makes her interesting."
"Exactly," Hiro nodded. "She feels… real. Not like those scripted anchors."
Kento exhaled slowly. "Yeah. That's why people are drawn to her."
Daiki looked down at the signed photo in his hand, carefully sliding it back into his notebook. "Still can't believe we actually met her."
"Same," Bunta said. "This is going straight into a frame when I get home."
"Better not lose it," Hiro joked.
"No chance," Daiki replied. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, man, we are truly lucky... I can now stick this bikini autograph in frame and place it near her cutout and do things to her...hehe… I hope KTV releases bikini cutouts or maybe dakimakura"
They continued walking, their voices fading into the background noise of the street, still riding the high of the encounter.
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The family of three stepped into the elevator together after reaching back home, the doors sliding shut behind them with a soft hum.
Naruto suddenly grinned, eyes lighting up with mischief.
"I bet I reach the apartment faster than the elevator," he declared, already bouncing on his feet.
Kushina blinked. "What?"
Before either of them could react, Naruto bolted out the moment the doors opened on the next stop, sprinting straight toward the stairwell.
"Oi! Sochi!" Kushina called out, but he was already gone.
Minato chuckled, shaking his head as he pressed the button for their floor. "Let him. He needs to burn that energy somewhere."
Kushina let out a small laugh, leaning lightly against the elevator wall. "That boy…"
The elevator doors closed again, leaving just the two of them inside.
Silence settled.
Minato turned his head slowly and looked at her.
Not casually.
Not lightly.
The way he was looking at her made her shift just a little.
"Mina-koi… what are you looking at like that?" she asked, raising a brow, though her voice carried a hint of awareness.
Minato stepped closer, the small space of the elevator making the movement feel more deliberate than it was.
"After the way those men were looking at you…" he said quietly, his voice dropping, "I just want to eat you up."
Kushina's breath caught for a fraction of a second.
"Minato…" she started, then quickly corrected herself, pushing lightly at his chest. "Mina-koi… this is public. There are cameras in the elevator."
She pointed upward slightly.
He paused, following her gaze for a second, then exhaled through his nose, stepping back with a faint, restrained smile.
"Fine," he muttered.
The tension lingered, though.
The elevator gave a soft ding.
The doors slid open.
And there, right in front of them…
Naruto stood … well almost standing leaning forward a bit.
Huffing and Puffing.
Bent slightly forward, hands on his knees.
"See… I told you…" he gasped between breaths. "Lifts are slow… I'm the fastest man alive…"
Minato grinned instantly, the earlier tension dissolving. He stepped forward and ruffled Naruto's hair. "That you are."
Kushina shook her head, smiling softly as she followed them out.
They walked toward their apartment together, Naruto still catching his breath but clearly proud of himself.
Once inside, Naruto tossed his shoes aside and rushed straight into his room, still buzzing with energy.
The door shut behind him.
The apartment fell into a quieter rhythm.
Minato turned slightly toward Kushina as he loosened his collar.
"You know," he began, "Naruto needs to improve his grades. Especially in maths. Mizuki-sensei met me at the gates today. He said he can help him."
Kushina paused, leaning lightly against the wall.
"He did, huh…" she said thoughtfully. "That guy really is looking out for Naruto."
She remembered their last meeting with Mizuki clearly. His offer had seemed genuine then too.
Minato nodded, his tone shifting into something more serious.
"Kushina… now that you're working as well, and I'm mostly out of Japan…" he hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I worry about his studies. You know I always wanted him to get into the Elemental Elite School of Excellence."
He exhaled slowly.
"But that school… it takes the best. Or the wealthy. Or the top-tier names. I'm doing well, yes, but my pedigree alone won't be enough for Naruto. He needs the grades too."
Kushina's expression changed.
"Minato," she said, using his name properly this time instead of Mina-koi.
"I already told you. I don't want him at a boarding school."
Her voice was calm, but firm.
"Besides, Sochi is still in middle school. He has a year or two before high school. We can decide later."
She stepped closer, folding her arms lightly.
"And it's not the end of life if he doesn't get in there. You weren't from that school, and you're doing great. I wasn't either, and I'm doing just fine."
It was a lie.
She knew exactly what that school was.
Elemental Elite School of Excellence.
Funded by the Hyuga, Uchiha, and Senju clans.
The Senjus.
The very name stirred something bitter in her chest.
The school itself was not even in Konoha. It stood near Kyoto, between the territories historically influenced by the Senju and Uchiha. Once political rivals in feudal Japan, now industrial competitors, still circling each other with quiet hostility.
The institution was prestigious beyond question. It took children of elites, powerful families, wealthy dynasties, and the exceptionally talented. Politicians. Industrial heirs. Future leaders.
Jin and Yami had both studied there, she had seen when she saw their profiles in personals attending KTV's Board of directors meetings.
And graduates from that place rarely fell short of the upper echelons of society.
Kushina knew all of that.
And she hated the idea of Naruto growing up under the shadow of clans like Senju.
'He's still small…' she thought. 'Too small for that world.'
Minato was right.
But so was she.
She looked at him again, her expression softening slightly.
"I'll talk to Mizuki-sensei sometime this week," she said finally. "You want his grades to improve, right?"
She allowed a small smile to form as Minato nodded
"I'm sure our Sochi will do better. After all… he is the son of his brilliant and intelligent father."
Minato looked at her for a moment.
Then he smiled. A quiet, proud smile. "That he is."
She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and heading toward the bedroom. There was still some time before she had to leave for the office.
She knew she was teasing her husband. He clearly wanted her, but couldn't act on it while helping Naruto with his homework.
As she walked away, she heard him let out a deep, restrained sigh.
It only made her smile a little more.
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Entering the bedroom, she quickly discarded her tight jeans and shirt, tossing them aside without much care, and slipped back into her long skirt and a loose T-shirt. For a moment she just wanted to lie in her underwear but decided against it with Naruto so close. The softer fabric felt more familiar against her skin, grounding her a little after the long day.
She hadn't shown it in front of Minato, but she had been completely caught off guard by those fans at Akimichi's Barbecue.
Her heart had been pounding then, and even now the memory made her chest tighten slightly. Especially when those men had pulled out printed copies of her bikini photos right there in front of Minato.
Thankfully, Naruto had been near the entrance and hadn't seen what those men were actually asking her to sign. That thought alone brought her a small sense of relief.
But Minato had seen.
She knew he had.
She had noticed it clearly, the way he had watched, the way his lips had curved into that subtle smile, that hidden smirk as she signed her own bikini pictures in front of him.
'Kami… it was embarrassing,' she thought, pressing her lips together. Then, almost immediately and after thought 'And… arousing.'
The realization made her sit down slowly on the edge of the bed.
She remembered his whisper in the car. Let them look, let them admire… but you are mine.
Her fingers tightened slightly in her lap.
'He doesn't know…' her thoughts drifted, darker now, more complicated. 'He doesn't know someone has already touched… already crossed that line he thinks only belongs to him.'
Her breath slowed.
'No… only Shiro did,' she corrected herself quickly. 'And Taikin. But…. they don't count, do they?'
Shiro was history, long before she met Minato. They had shared plenty of raw, frantic coupling which almost always ended up in her getting creampied or throatpied. The recent creampie was nothing new that her pussy hadn't had. It was almost nostalgic.
'Besides, he forced himself on me.' She reasoned with herself.That couldn't be cheating.
'And Taikin…', A blush bloomed hot on her cheeks as she thought of that eventful night. Her teenage fantasy had been fulfilled, her old silly dream but with a slight change. Her teenage self would have asked for raw and even now, as a fully matured woman, she would have preferred raw were she not married.
The thin line of latex barrier between them had been the one thing separating them from truly being one with each other. She'd felt the shape of him, the power, but not the heat. Not the *him*. There had been no true connection, no skin-to-skin betrayal. It was… technical. An impersonal act, no different than using a toy. It was safe. An experience without consequence, like a vivid dream.
She exhaled softly.
'Jin and Yami didn't get far,' she added in her mind, as if reassuring herself. 'Oh nooo, Jin and Yami, and I have to go to the office today.' She thought as dread washed over her body.
Why she had done such things to them and let them do it to her, she had no idea. Well, she knew why but she was so sure that she had outgrown those habits and left it all behind.
'At least, it didn't end up with us having sex.' She thought but she also remembered how close that actually came to be with both Jin and Yami.
She knew in her heart that they wouldn't be satisfied with where things ended. They would be back and would double…no, triple….their efforts to continue where they had left off.
She could just picture either one of them waiting for her in her room in the office. 'Oh god, nooo.' she cried mentally. While she had resolved to let things end in Uzushio, she feared her body would betray her at the first hint of excitement.
Because beneath it all…
'Kami… it was still so… arousing.'
She stood up again, restless, unable to stay still, and reached for her phone from the bedside table. Distraction. That is what she needed right now to clear her mind of the mess she had created.
'I've already seen what Ninjagram is saying…' she thought.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
'…I wonder what that site… KunoichiHub… is saying.'
She hesitated.
A small pause.
'No… not now.'
Another pause.
'Maybe just a peek.'
That was enough.
She opened the browser and navigated to the forum.
The page loaded. And her eyes widened.
Her thread count had jumped.
"What…?" she murmured under her breath.
There were at least five new pages on her thread.
"In just a couple of days…?"
Her fingers moved quickly as she scrolled down to the thread under her name:
"Kushina Namikaze"
The tags were still there.
Ninjagram. MILF. Redhead.
But now..A new tag was added
THOT
She froze for a second. She knew what it meant.
She had seen the term before. Heard it. Understood the tone people used with it. She knew what it represented exactly.
She had expected anger.
Embarrassment.
Maybe even fear like the first time she had come across this thread.
But instead. Something else stirred.
A strange, quiet sense of pride. Her lips parted slightly. 'Let them say what they want… They say that to all Hot influencers'
'Why… do I feel like this?' she wondered, almost confused by her own reaction.
The first time she had seen this thread, it had shaken her.
Now, she was… reading it.
Like a curious kitten drawn in.
She glanced at the page number.
'I was on page 19 last time…' she muttered
Her eyes scanned the top.
'Now it's… 26.'
Seven pages.
Seven full pages of people talking about her.
Her.
Kushina Namikaze.
She slowly sat back on the bed, phone still in her hand, her thumb hovering just above the screen.
For a moment, she didn't scroll.
She just stared and then, slowly…she began reading.
Her eyes stopped on a post with a set of images.
Her breath caught there she was.
Uzushio beaches in micro bikini.
Her lips parted slightly.
"Wait…"
She leaned closer to the screen. That angle was wrong.
That wasn't from the official photoshoot. She zoomed in.
And there.. She could make out Jiraiya, well his hands on the edge of the frame holding the camera.
Barely visible in the background with a camera in his hand.
Her heart skipped. 'That… wasn't from the shoot…'
Which meant…Someone else had taken it, Someone from the crew.
Her grip on the phone tightened as she thought 'Does that mean… someone from KTV is on this forum too?'
The thought sent a strange chill through her, She scrolled further.
More images from Uzushio, mostly her some had Kurenai as well. There was one adjusting her hair, another eating lunch with Kurenai. One where she was adjusting her bikini top.
Another one stopped her. The banquet from last night.
Her and Yami. Captured mid-moment, sitting close, and then she saw another picture leaving with him to the beach. 'No way they couldn't have captured that' ' she thought as she scrolled the page thankfully that was the last of her and Yami. She sighed in relief .
She read caption of post "Photoshoot in Name, fucking is just the game "
Her brows furrowed.
'Someone is definitely from KTV in this thread…'
Her eyes flicked to the username attached to the upload.
oojikan
'Who are you…?' she thought. A slow unease settled in her chest.
Then came the comments as she started to read them
BuntaBomb667 : "Okay yeah, she is not just a TV face. This is a completely different level. Uzushio unlocked something. She is learning real corporate business"
JinchuurikiJay: "Those shots are way too candid to be official. Someone leaked this. And honestly… I'm not complaining. I loved those ass shots. I bet it is very spankable. I would love to rub my face in there."
Candianwhiskey: "Look at the way she carries herself there. That's not someone shy. That's someone who knows exactly what she's doing. I bet she wants us to think of her as someone tame and controlled but she is a freak in the bed."
Flex12: "I'm telling you, this arc changed her. Compare older clips to this. Night and day. I bet this might be just the start. She might start a FanScroll account soon enough. I'm betting that day starts soon. And I would not say no to those unveiled tits and pussy. Wonder what color she is."
Having read enough on this forum, it was as if she had become resistant to the dirty talk there. It had become a strange kind of refresher and amusement for her mind, the way these men were debasing her there. How the men whom she couldn't even see were talking about her, about her body. It made her feel more aroused and wanted.
Kushina swallowed. Her thumb hovered.
"FanScroll, huh…" Kushina muttered. Having already read that several times in Ninjagram comments, she knew it would be brought up here as well. She knew exactly what that site was and what it represented.
"No way I'm doing that… think what you want…"
She scrolled again.
More images appeared. Some from her Ninjagram, some from Kurenai's posts.
And then… there was that picture.
The one where she was almost kissing Kurenai.
Her face heated instantly.
The comments below it were already stacked.
Zeroexe103:
"That shot right there. You can't tell me there wasn't something more happening off-camera. I bet these two love to tease. Man, the black-haired one is hot as well. She works at KTV too. Pretty sure these two are having some kind of cock sucking competition outside of that picture…"
Milfhunter:
"Yeah man, they look way too comfortable. That's not just coworkers. I bet they already did something, or got banged before these scenes… would love seeing them do scissors…"
Rain:
"Could be angle and timing. But yeah… it definitely looks like more. Coming to scissors, I bet they got properly waxed before these beach shoots. Do you think the waxing assistants were males… I bet they got thoroughly fingered and covered in wax… if I was there, I would have licked them dry after waxing… man, look at those legs and body, so smooth…"
Ggit59:
"Visual or not, she is leaning into it now. You can see the shift. Buck up, boys, I think we are seeing the making of a real mother turning into a slut."
Alphaflash39:
"People are reading too much into it. It's a shoot. They do these things for visuals. I bet they are two women who love to tease all men there. Now we all are getting teased."
Agen51:
"Nah man, here is a picture of them. I think it's from the same hotel or resort they were staying at."
[uploads picture of wet Kurenai and Kushina walking in the hotel in tight jeans and tops]
"See, man, you can make out the shape of their nipples in this photo. I can't be sure if this was from the shoot or not, but if this was not staged as part of the shoot, then they definitely did something more. Man, wish I was there."
Snaggy:
"Oh man, the suspense of what they might have done. I don't know how these men from KTV are controlling themselves. If I was there, I would have jumped on them. Man, they are real teasing sluts."
Saintz:
"Yeah man, I heard she also got invited for a private shoot with Jiraiya. I can't confirm, but if that was true, then we all know what kind of private shoot Jiraiya-sama does. Bet she got all holes filled. I can't wait for him to release it."
Radiator:
"Really, is that true? If it's true, she might have already crossed all lines. Man, I wish I could get more info from somewhere."
Kushina's breath slowed. But her chest felt warmer. Her fingers unconsciously brushed over the fabric of her shirt, lingering for just a second before she stilled them.
'They're watching everything… Its like they are following anything I do. How could they be so close to the truth…' she thought. She scrolled again.
More pictures. More speculations and then she reached the final page
A familiar image. She had seen that barely an hour back.
Her autograph on the bikini image of herself the one she had signed barely an hour ago.
Her eyes widened.
BuntaBomb667:
"Got this signed. She was actually at Akemichi Barbeque with her family..cough cough her husband was right there... Man gotta say she's real. That MILF THOT is the real deal. A real goddess in flesh"
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Flex39:
"No way. You got her to sign THAT one? Right in front of her husband?"
Rain:
"That takes guts.Bro really tested his luck and lived to tell the story."
Zeroexe103:
"Wait, she actually signed it? No questions ? I thought her husband was right there…"
BuntaBomb667:
"She looked surprised for a second. Then just smiled and signed it. Like it didn't even bother her. Nad Her husband also didn't react. "
Milfhunter:
"That says a lot."
Alphaflash:
"Or she's just professional. People need to stop jumping to conclusions. Her Husband might have reacted liked that because either he trusts her a lot… or he's just used to the attention"
Kushina's fingers tightened slightly around her phone. Her eyes flickered back to the image.
Her own signature. On that photo.
In Minato's presence. Her heartbeat picked up.
Then…
Next comment caught her eye.
Darkrai334:
"Husband looked calm though. Didn't react much….. That means only one thing guys… he's a CUCK…"
Flex39:
"Exactly my point… I bet he knows she is fucking other guys behind his back… and loves it…."
Atemiz:
"Or he knows exactly what kind of spotlight she's getting into…cough cough…getting dicked …. Bet he's pimping her out….."
Kushina froze. Her thoughts spiraled for a second.
'Does Minato know…?'
'No…'
'He can't…'
Her thumb stopped scrolling. The screen glowed softly in her hand.
Her reflection faintly visible over it.
A mix of curiosity, unease and something else she still couldn't fully name.
She slowly leaned back on the bed.
Still staring.
She read comments again and again, Still unable to look away.
'No way Minato-koi….is like that…or is he ?'
With her face completely red and her heart beating wildly, Kushina left her cell phone on the bed to rest a little, with Kunoichihub's always risqué comments still on the screen.
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