Hela/Chapter 78: Give me a massage later (Patreon)

“Mom, why is your face so red?” When Temari saw Yoshino emerge from the bedroom with a flushed face, she couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“Uh, no… nothing,” Yoshino said, shaking her head awkwardly.

“Are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Temari quickly stood up and helped Yoshino sit down in a chair.

“I’m fine, I just felt so comfortable from Folker’s massage that my body feels lazy. I’ll be fine after some rest,” Yoshino explained.

As Yoshino spoke, she secretly glanced at Alan Folker with a look of annoyance in her beautiful eyes, as if blaming Alan Folker for being reckless and making her feel utterly sore and weak.

“Is that so? Folker’s massage skills are that good? Will you try it on me later? My back has been aching for two days,” Temari asked in surprise, looking at Alan Folker with a curious expression.

“Uh… that might not be appropriate,” Alan Folker hadn’t expected Temari to make such a request, which made him freeze for a moment.

“Hehe, there’s nothing inappropriate about it,” Temari smiled, then said, “Alright, let’s eat first. We can talk about it after dinner.”

“Okay,” Alan Folker nodded.

The three sat around the table eating. Alan Folker praised Temari’s cooking endlessly, giving a thumbs up for every dish.

Temari was also smiling, in a very good mood.

“It’s not as exaggerated as you say. If you like it, eat more,” Temari said with a smile, putting food into Alan Folker’s bowl.

“Thank you, Sister Temari,” Alan Folker said happily.

“Folker, come visit Auntie’s house more often when you have time. Auntie will cook delicious food for you then,” Yoshino also said, putting food into Alan Folker’s bowl.

Alan Folker, of course, understood what Yoshino meant by “delicious food”; it was undoubtedly about doing “that” kind of thing.

Thinking of this, Alan Folker’s smile grew even brighter, and he said cheerfully, “Mm, after this matter is dealt with, I’ll definitely come to play with Aunt Yoshino often.”

“Hehe, okay, Aunt Yoshino will wait for you,” Yoshino said with a happy smile on her face.

She was even more excited than Alan Folker for that moment to arrive. She wasn’t like Kushina, who had reservations. What did she have to worry about? At most, she worried about her relationship with Alan Folker being discovered.

Besides, even if it was discovered, what then? Could they scold her? At most, they would say she was an old cow eating young grass, and she didn’t care about such things.

She believed that most people who said such things about her were probably envious and jealous. To be able to find someone to solve her problems at her age, and a young man at that, was something to be envied.

After dinner, Temari cleared the dishes and went into the kitchen, while Yoshino pulled Alan Folker to the living room sofa, and the two began to chat.

Yoshino glanced at the kitchen, then flipped over and straddled Alan Folker’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and seductively said, “Folker, come kiss Auntie!”

With that, Yoshino pouted her red lips and brought her sexy and charming small mouth to Alan Folker’s lips.

Having come to terms with her feelings, Yoshino naturally let herself go, no longer suppressing her desire for Alan Folker, but instead actively enticing him.

Seeing Yoshino being so proactive, Alan Folker, of course, didn’t want to be outdone. He directly enveloped Yoshino’s small mouth and kissed her wildly.

The two kissed unrestrainedly on the sofa. Although they were in the living room, they didn’t hold back at all, making a lot of noise, even being somewhat daring and passionate.

Alan Folker greatly enjoyed Yoshino’s passion. After all, Yoshino in the original work wasn’t known for having a good temper, but now, in his arms, she was like a docile kitten.

The sense of accomplishment for a man, especially with such a super beauty, was immense, to say the least.

In the original Naruto, Yoshino might not have been considered very beautiful, like an aged obasan.

But now, Alan Folker knew just how beautiful and alluring Yoshino was.

“Folker, come give Sister Temari a massage. My back has been aching all day,” At this moment, Temari also finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen.

Hearing Temari come out of the kitchen, Yoshino quickly got off Alan Folker and sat on the sofa nearby, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

Temari didn’t notice Yoshino’s unusual behavior and sat down on the sofa.

“Do you want me to lie face down?” Temari asked, recalling the scene of Alan Folker massaging Yoshino earlier.

“Either way is fine,” Alan Folker said. How would he know how to massage? But now that it had come to this, even if he didn’t know, he had to pretend he did, otherwise, how would he explain what he was doing in Yoshino’s room just now?

“Then I’ll lie down,” Temari didn’t think much of it and just lay down on the sofa.

Looking at Temari lying on the sofa, Alan Folker swallowed hard. Temari was truly too beautiful, with a curvaceous, delicate body and a well-proportioned figure.

At this moment, Temari’s short skirt just covered her knees, exposing her long, rounded jade legs, exuding an alluring charm.

Alan Folker swallowed, then slowly walked towards Temari.

He knelt beside Temari, raised his right hand, and pressed it on Temari’s shoulder, beginning to gently rub her shoulders.

At this moment, Temari suddenly turned her head and looked at Alan Folker.

Alan Folker was startled and quickly said, “Sister Temari, was my strength too much?”

“No,” Temari gently shook her head, then said, “You weren’t massaging my mother-in-law like that just now, were you?”

“Uh, that, that posture isn’t good, is it?” Alan Folker scratched his head and stammered.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s not like I’m asking you to do anything else,” Temari didn’t understand, puzzled.

Although she knew that such a posture was too ambiguous, what did it matter? If you do nothing wrong, you fear no ghost knocking at your door.

Besides, her mother-in-law, Yoshino, was still here. What kind of outrageous things could happen?

“Hurry up, don’t dawdle,” Temari urged.

Her personality was like that: strong, decisive, and what she decided was final.

“Oh, oh, okay!”

Since Temari was so insistent, Alan Folker had no choice. He could only bite the bullet and get on Temari’s back, slowly giving her a massage.

When Alan Folker first got on, Temari didn’t feel anything unusual, but as she closed her eyes and began to enjoy it, she noticed something was off.

Something hot was pressing against her, transmitting a scorching and stimulating sensation through the thin fabric of her clothes.

This boy, he actually had such substantial assets?!

Feeling the scorching heat, Temari didn’t get angry or anything; instead, a strange sensation of comfort spread throughout her body, intoxicating her.

Originally, Temari wasn’t interested in that aspect. It didn’t matter to her whether she had it or not.

But ever since she got married, Shikamaru ate and slept in the Hokage Building, and Temari gradually became lonely.

Coupled with her age, she also needed comfort, but the person who could comfort her was not by her side, which made her incredibly annoyed.