Yeah, I really got my ass handed to me. I mean, I knew I'd lose to Mikoto, but I was hoping I could at least last two or three minutes in the ring - I didn't even make it through a single round. It was over in less than a minute. And that was just pure taijutsu, no weapons, no jutsu, nothing fancy.
Honestly, I only lasted that long because Mikoto underestimated me. If she'd been serious, she wouldn't have fallen for those cheap tricks. Chakra-wise, maybe I'm on par with a decent chunin, and strength-wise, sure, but when it comes to real combat experience and skill, I'm barely at genin level. Well, unless that genin is a Hyuga, or Lee, or a jinchuriki.
Yeah… I'm just not strong enough. And you can't get far on just Gai's training program and a Rasengan, even if I finally learned to use it perfectly. What I really need is actual combat experience - a sparring partner who can help me sharpen my taijutsu, my reflexes, and my instincts as a shinobi. Maybe I should ask Mikoto? Why not, she's got way more experience than I do, and I only did boxing for, what, two years?
"Man… you'd never guess I'm this weak just by looking at me," I muttered with a sigh, checking myself out in the bathroom mirror. Mikoto had kindly offered me a shower after our spar. You can't exactly stay clean after rolling around in the dirt. Of course, I didn't get in right away - first I had to wait for Mikoto, then Sasuke, to finish up.
The bathroom itself was as traditional as the one in my own renovated house - small, with a spot for rinsing off, two stools, a drain for splashed water, and a little tub that could just barely fit two people if you squeezed. Minimalism at its finest, for a house designed for the head of a powerful clan.
And there, by the sink, was a small mirror where, besides admiring the results of my workouts, I was now inspecting a fist-sized bruise on the side of my pretty well-defined abs.
Maybe I should ask Hayana to heal it tomorrow? Eh… what's the point? I bet by tomorrow it'll be half gone anyway. I keep forgetting my regeneration isn't exactly normal.
All right, time to wrap up. Hmm… Mikoto took my kimono to wash. Looking around, I didn't see any spare clothes or a robe. Wait, there's a basket by the sink, but it looks like it's just dirty laundry.
Bending down, I grabbed the first thing I saw and picked it up, unfolding it with both hands.
Panties. So it really is the dirty laundry basket. Judging by the size, these white panties definitely aren't Mikoto's, which means…
*Knock-knock*
The knock on the door nearly gave me a heart attack. The panties were back in the basket in a split second.
"Akira, I brought you some clothes," Mikoto's voice called out. Even though I'd guessed it was her, my overactive imagination flashed an image of a bunch of guys in dark uniforms busting in, yelling, "FBI, open up!"
"Come in." Funny thing, there's no lock or latch on the bathroom door. Makes sense, I guess, since only women live here now, but there used to be Fugaku… then again, if my knowledge of Japanese traditions is right, it's normal for fathers to bathe with their daughters up to a certain age. So maybe they just thought a lock was unnecessary.
My own apartment and house don't have locks on the bathroom either, just on the toilet, and in my house there aren't even doors, just sliding panels everywhere except the front door.
To my surprise, Mikoto walked in without a hint of embarrassment, giving me a once-over from head to toe. Sure, she'd seen me half-naked at the onsen, but that was an onsen - this was her house.
Her gaze stopped at one particular spot - and no, not the one hidden by the towel around my waist.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, setting the neatly folded clothes on an unused dry stool.
"My heart hurts, the bruise is nothing," I replied, seeing her raised eyebrow. "You know, I came over with gifts and a basket of fruit, not to get beat up and have my pride bruised."
I wasn't being serious, but still, for the sake of manners, you could've at least offered me tea first, let me stretch, asked if I wanted to spar, you know?
"Oh, and you think it was fun for me to spend several minutes rinsing my eyes out? I still feel like there's something in my right eye. But yeah, things didn't go quite as I expected," she said with a little smirk.
"All right, let's forget it. You said there's still something in your eye?" I took a few steps closer, lifting her chin with my finger. "Come on, look up."
Mikoto, surprisingly, was completely compliant. No embarrassment, no protest - she just did as I asked.
"And do you really have to touch my lips to check my eye?" But her little jabs were still there.
"Just a bit curious, but if you'd be more comfortable, I wouldn't mind letting my fingers feel the softness… of your other lips. Still, even without the Sharingan, your eyes are gorgeous." It didn't take Mikoto long to figure out which lips I meant, and with the compliment, her mask cracked for a split second, her eyes darting away.
Like a predator sensing weakness, I didn't waste the moment - I leaned down to her level and sealed her slightly parted lips with my own.
"Mmm?" she gasped, grabbing my wrist, the one lifting her chin. Half a second later, her grip loosened, and her eyes calmed. Realizing she wasn't going anywhere, I closed my eyes and focused on the softness of her red-pink lips. If I didn't know who I was kissing, I'd have thought she was a girl with zero experience. She seemed to have no idea what to do - just pressing and releasing her lips, not sure where to go.
"Mmm!" she protested meaningfully when I started gently sucking on her lips, occasionally nibbling them.
French kiss? I'll pass. Sure, having someone else's tongue in your mouth can be nice, but if we're talking about kisses without any, uh, "back-and-forth," I'd rather focus on the lips. Turns out Mikoto's a total novice in this area, but at least she can enjoy it - after all, lips have tons of nerve endings, especially the upper contour, especially for women, and if you gently bite…
With a soft smack, I finished my study of Mikoto's lips.
She didn't realize it right away, so when I looked at her, she was still standing there with her eyes closed, lips bright red and a little swollen, sticking out.
"I've touched your lips twice before, but this is the first time I really tasted them." Mikoto opened her eyes and immediately understood which lips I meant and when I'd had the chance to judge their softness.
Mikoto before and after our kiss - you could say she was a little different. Now she looked way cuter, especially with her cheeks flushed red and her eyes avoiding mine. In that state, she looked just like her daughters.
"That was… a bit unexpected," she finally managed, starting to collect her thoughts.
"Seemed like it was your first kiss," I said.
"Ahem, it's not like I've never kissed anyone, but… that was my first kiss like that." She cleared her throat, trying not to sound so cute and squeaky.
"Oh, then, my sweet Mikoto-chan, just know - from now on, I'll greet and say goodbye to you only like this." The message landed, but her reply took a second to process.
"Just not in front of people," she agreed, and as if checking for anyone else in the little bathroom, she quickly glanced around. "Your… bruise really doesn't hurt?" We were back to the start of our conversation, but this time her tone was more genuine - she even traced the bruise with her finger. "I can heal it quickly, if you want."
"Heh, don't worry, by tomorrow it'll be just a memory." Damn, she's so cute right now. I couldn't help but pull Mikoto closer by the waist, bringing her right up against me and kissing her again.
"Mmm." She eagerly returned the kiss, carefully placing her hands on my back. The only thing missing was for her to bend one leg and lift her toe behind her. The kiss, with our bodies pressed together, was more passionate and deeper, lasting longer. The towel around my waist was only staying up because Mikoto was pressed against me - as soon as the kiss ended, it dropped to the tile, leaving me completely exposed. I don't know if she felt it during the kiss, but now she definitely knew what had been poking her in the stomach wasn't a "flashlight."
"You know… this part of me is feeling a certain pain. Maybe you could heal it a little? It'd be awkward if I walked out like this, and not just for me," I said in a low, teasing voice.
I thought she'd get embarrassed again, but no. She just smirked and gave a little half-smile.
"And how should I treat you, Akira-san?" Whether she was serious or not, I wasn't sure, so to avoid crossing any invisible line, I decided to keep our first not-so-accidental sexual contact simple.
Gently pulling Mikoto to my side, I carefully took her wrist and guided her hand where I wanted it.
Mikoto, not being an idiot, understood exactly what I wanted.
The test drive didn't start right away. For about ten seconds, she just held her palm over my cock, barely touching it. Maybe she was working up her nerve. Once she made up her mind, she finally wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Even then, she didn't rush, probably figuring I wasn't going anywhere with my dick in her hand. She squeezed and released a few times, trying to get her fingers all the way around - didn't quite make it.
After checking out the firmness and girth of my not-so-modest equipment, she shifted her grip, running a finger along the shaft up to the head, which, by the way, was circumcised.
She rubbed the head between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a few squeezes, and managed to coax out a little precum. Only then, returning her grip to the shaft, did she start bending and straightening her elbow - or, in plain English, jerking me off.
I didn't want to just stand there and do nothing, and Mikoto, who was almost leaning against my side, pressing her chest into my shoulder, was in the perfect spot for my hand to explore her very attractive ass. Mikoto's wasn't as big as Kushina's, but there was still plenty there for any ass connoisseur to give a respectful nod.
Lifting part of her house dress, I got curious about the material of her panties.
Right now, I was enjoying both Mikoto's hand and the feeling of my fingers sinking into the soft yet firm flesh of her ass.
As far as I know, there aren't any erogenous zones directly on the butt, but Mikoto would let out a sultry sigh every now and then when I squeezed.
Neither of us said anything, both busy with our own thing, but I figured since the situation wasn't right for sweet talk, I might as well put my lips to good use.
"Mmm!" Mikoto was more than happy to spice things up with another kiss, sometimes moaning right into my mouth.
I thought about trying to get her off at the same time, but my invisible satisfaction meter was about to hit its peak.
After all, I'd spent a whole month in Tanzaku without any sexual release - there was no way I could drag this out.
And then I felt it - the first wave of my life force leaving me. Then the second, third, fourth… I don't know how many in total, because at that moment, both Mikoto and I were completely lost in each other's lips.
"Uhhh…" - No, that weird moan wasn't from me or Mikoto, and how could it be, with our mouths busy? The realization that the sound wasn't coming from us hit almost instantly.
I opened my eyes and turned toward the bathroom door - which… was open.
"Ah." Mikoto gasped in shock.
And the fact that someone had witnessed our… let's call them little games, wasn't as big a problem as the fact that someone else had accidentally gotten caught up in them. Luckily, it wasn't Sasuke standing in the doorway. Unluckily, Itachi had come back from her mission at the worst possible moment and was… yeah. She was shocked, but not just emotionally.
Shit! Did I really shoot that far?
Mikoto's face ran through every emotion at lightning speed. Without even caring that I was standing naked in front of her daughter, she grabbed a random white rag from the laundry basket and rushed over to Itachi to… wipe off the results of our efforts from her face and clothes.
"Well, that's something…" I scratched my head and walked over to the bathroom door to close it.