Chapter 29 (Patreon)

Kushina used her own methods to comfort Roy, helping him release the tension that had built up inside him.

She braced her hands against the cool tile wall of the bathroom, bare feet planted wide on the damp floor. Steam still clung to the air from the shower, beading on her flushed skin. Her long red hair hung wet down her back, the ends brushing the upper curve of her ass as she arched for him.

Roy stood behind her, completely naked, his body radiating heat. His thick, heavy cock—visibly larger than Minato’s by a wide margin—rested between the soft, full cheeks of her ass.

He rolled his hips slowly at first, dragging that fat length back and forth along the cleft, the heavy shaft parting her soft flesh with every pass.

Slap… slap…

The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the small room as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder. His cock was scorching hot against her, the thick ridge of the head catching on her rim with every forward shove before sliding free again. Kushina’s breath hitched.

“Ahh… mmhh~”

She pushed her hips back into him, feeling the sheer weight and heat of that cock sliding between her cheeks. Her mind spun, cheeks burning hotter than the steam.

It’s so… big. So much thicker and longer than Minato’s… how would that even fit inside me? Just the thought of that heavy thing stretching me open—

Roy’s hands slid up her sides and cupped her full breasts from behind. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to make her moan louder. He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly as he kept grinding that massive cock against her ass.

Clap! clap! clap!

The wet, meaty sound of his hips smacking into her cheeks grew sharper, faster. Pre-cum smeared sticky trails along her crack, making every slide slicker, louder. Kushina’s fingers curled against the tile. Her thighs trembled.

“Haaah… Roy… it’s so hot… so thick…” she panted, voice husky. “I can feel every vein… every inch rubbing against me—”

He growled low against her ear and thrust harder, the heavy weight of his cock forcing her cheeks apart with every powerful roll of his hips.

The bathroom filled with the wet, rhythmic clapping of skin and the soft, needy sounds spilling from Kushina’s lips as she imagined what it would feel like to have that same thick, heavy cock burying itself deep inside her instead of just sliding between her ass.

Roy slammed forward one last time, the heavy length of his cock buried deep in the tight channel of her cheeks, and erupted.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted out across the top of Kushina’s ass in powerful spurts—massive, virile loads that painted her soft skin in long, sticky stripes. Pulse after pulse he kept grinding between her cheeks, milking every drop out onto her, the sheer volume of it so absurdly thick and abundant it looked like enough to impregnate a woman several times over.

White streaks ran down the curves of her ass, pooling in the small of her back and dripping in heavy strands toward her thighs while he continued to rock his hips, smearing his own load between her cheeks with the still-throbbing length of his cock.

Slap… slap…

The wet sounds slowed as the last thick pulses left him, leaving Kushina’s ass glazed and dripping, marked thoroughly by the heavy load he had unloaded all over her.

“That… was refreshing. Thank you, Kushina.”

Roy whispered into her ear, his voice now completely relaxed.

“Mmm…”

Kushina’s ears were already bright red. Still feeling the lingering warmth against her butt, she could barely manage a soft hum in response.

After cleaning themselves, the two entered the bedroom one after the other.

Kushina loosened the bath towel wrapped around her body, changed into her nightclothes, and lazily settled into Roy’s arms.

His hands naturally returned to their familiar resting places as he leaned closer and began analysing their current situation beside her ear.

Their plan consisted of three main steps.

The first concerned Danzō.

For the moment, they still had to wait for the right opportunity. Rumours could certainly destroy a person’s reputation, but gossip alone would never be enough to bring down someone as deeply entrenched as Danzō.

They needed undeniable evidence of his crimes—proof solid enough to expose him before the entire village and leave him with no means of escaping responsibility.

The second step was to gather allies.

At present, Kushina had only established the beginnings of cooperation with the Uchiha clan. That was still far from sufficient.

Aside from the Uchiha, she had little contact with the other shinobi clans of Konoha. Building a dependable network of support would require considerable time and effort.

The third step was to increase Kushina’s strength until she possessed enough power to overturn the situation by herself if necessary.

Unfortunately, there were no shortcuts when it came to becoming stronger.

“For now, the second step is the only one we can actively pursue,” Roy concluded. “We should continue strengthening our cooperation with the Uchiha while gradually establishing ties with the other shinobi clans.”

“Roy-kun… who do you think we should approach next?” Kushina asked between slightly uneven breaths. “The Hyūga clan?”

Hearing the tremor in her voice, Roy finally stilled his hands.

He had already calmed down, but Kushina had clearly not recovered from the emotional rises and falls of their bath. If he continued teasing her out of habit, they would never manage to hold a proper discussion.

Reluctantly, he moved both hands to her lower abdomen and allowed them to rest there quietly.

“The Hyūga are certainly one of Konoha’s most powerful clans, but they are even more closed off than the Uchiha,” Roy said. “You already know how rigid and conservative their traditions are. At present, we don’t have a suitable opportunity to approach them.”

As Kushina’s breathing gradually steadied, Roy continued.

“This time, it would be better to begin with some of the smaller shinobi clans. The Ino–Shika–Chō clans have always been unwavering supporters of the Hokage. Unfortunately, Minato’s time as Hokage was too short. He died before the current generation of clan heads could fully take over, so all three clans still lean more toward the Third Hokage.”

Roy was merely assessing each clan’s political position without any hidden intention.

However, hearing Minato’s name while lying in Roy’s arms caused a faint pain to pass through Kushina’s heart.

Only two and a half months earlier, Minato had been the one embracing her from behind in this very room.

Yet the guilt was no longer as overwhelming as it had once been.

Kushina had gradually realised that Roy now occupied a place in her heart comparable to Minato’s.

While she remained lost in those thoughts, Roy continued speaking.

“Kushina, do you know anyone from the Inuzuka clan?”

“The Inuzuka?”

“Yes. If we intend to approach the smaller clans, it would be best to have a natural reason. Otherwise, suddenly contacting them may attract unnecessary suspicion.”

“The younger sister of the Inuzuka clan head attended the Academy with me,” Kushina replied thoughtfully. “But we haven’t seen each other often since graduating. What kind of reason could I use to contact her? A reunion between former classmates?”

“A reunion would feel too deliberate after so many years,” Roy said. “The Inuzuka are skilled at raising and training ninken. This house is usually rather quiet, so wanting to purchase an obedient puppy that is easy to care for—and that can also keep Naruto company—would sound perfectly reasonable, wouldn’t it?”

“That does sound natural.”

“You can reconnect with an old classmate while choosing a puppy. Afterward, gradually visiting more often wouldn’t appear unusual. It would be far less conspicuous than suddenly seeking her out after years without contact.”

“Besides the Inuzuka, are there any other clans we could approach?”

Roy did not answer immediately.

Instead, he mentally reviewed the more prominent shinobi clans in Konoha.

Several clans had already declined until only one or two descendants remained. Although they still carried the name of a shinobi clan, their circumstances were scarcely different from those of ordinary civilian families.

If their secret techniques or inherited knowledge were ever lost, they would cease to be shinobi clans altogether.

Naturally, the clans connected to Konoha’s senior officials could not be considered potential allies either.

As Roy searched his memories, a declining clan with an exceptionally powerful inherited ability suddenly came to mind.

“The Kurama clan.”

“The Kurama clan?”

Kushina searched her memories for a long time before finally recalling the obscure clan.

Although dozens of people still lived within its compound, only three or five had actually become shinobi.

Awakening the Kurama clan’s kekkei genkai was exceptionally difficult—far more difficult than awakening either the Sharingan or the Byakugan.

Their inherited ability specialised in genjutsu that could completely control the five senses.

If developed to an advanced level, its user could create illusions so powerful that the effects manifested in reality itself.

In terms of sheer potential, it was formidable enough to be compared with the forbidden dōjutsu of the Uchiha clan, Izanagi and Izanami.

However, the very power of the Kurama clan’s kekkei genkai was also the source of its greatest weakness.

Once awakened, it caused the user’s spiritual energy to increase tremendously.

Their bodies, however, did not grow strong enough to support that power.

As a result, the Kurama clan did not dare to develop its inherited ability too deeply.

Even a newly awakened child could suffer severe physical consequences from the burden. Some became constantly weak and lethargic, while others lost the ability to move freely and were forced to spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.

The Kurama clan’s shinobi were not particularly famous within Konoha because they rarely dared to use their full strength unless their lives were truly at risk.

Once they unleashed the full power of their genjutsu, their bodies could collapse under the strain.

Yet if they held back, their genjutsu remained comparable only to that of an ordinary shinobi.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone from the Kurama clan,” Kushina said. “What reason could we use to approach them?”

That question left Roy momentarily speechless.

He had spent so much time analysing the clan’s value that he had overlooked the most basic obstacle.

Because of their physical condition, members of the Kurama clan rarely left their compound.

Once a child awakened the kekkei genkai, the family had to devote nearly all its attention to suppressing and controlling the ability. Sending such a child to the Academy was often out of the question.

“We can keep the Kurama clan in mind for later,” Roy eventually said. “Perhaps another opportunity will present itself.”

The reason Roy believed the Kurama clan could become a valuable ally—and why he had analysed them so carefully—was because Kushina’s sealing techniques might be able to solve the clan’s greatest problem.

Their spiritual energy was simply too powerful for their physical bodies.

If a portion of that spiritual power could be sealed and then gradually released as the child grew older and physically matured, it might prevent those who awakened the kekkei genkai from dying or becoming crippled at a young age.

Once such cooperation was established, the likelihood of the Kurama clan betraying them would be extremely low.

Unfortunately, before they could even approach the clan, the plan had to be set aside because Kushina had no connection to them.

“Roy-kun, what about the Aburame clan?”

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Kushina guessed that he could not think of a suitable reason to contact the Kurama clan either. She changed the subject before he exhausted himself searching for one.

“The Aburame?”

Roy froze for a moment.

The Aburame were unquestionably one of Konoha’s major clans, yet their presence was so subdued that he had somehow forgotten about them entirely.

Had Kushina not mentioned them, he might not have remembered that Konoha possessed an entire clan of shinobi who fought using insects.

Shino Aburame was one of the Konoha Eleven, and he had never suffered a decisive defeat.

Yet I still forgot about the entire Aburame clan.

Their ability to remain unnoticed must be a talent in itself.

Truly frightening.