Day 250—Land of Fire, Konoha.
On the veranda of a richly furnished house sat an elderly man with long loose gray hair down his back. He leisurely enjoyed calligraphy with great pleasure.
The only thing spoiling his noble appearance was a forehead protector—leaving no doubt to knowledgeable people what was hidden beneath and that they faced a slave of the Hyuga clan's ruling family.
Suddenly the elderly man's eyes narrowed; he looked toward the door which slid aside seconds later. A young man entered the veranda respectfully.
"Hitoshi-san—we still couldn't find Hitomi's trace. Apparently she left the outpost voluntarily after killing her former subordinate. Father is handling it but the head will definitely be furious…" the youth reported to his grandfather.
"That vile spawn! We should have ground her to dust when we had the chance! If not for your father we wouldn't have such problems!" Hyuga Hitoshi growled angrily.
"If not for Hitomi your granddaughter would be dead," a middle-aged man said silently appearing on the veranda. Slight gray streaks at his temples showed he was in his prime.
"You! Still haven't learned to respect your father? Seems I didn't raise you often or hard enough in childhood as your rebellious nature required!" Hitoshi declared.
"Believe me father—no one in our clan beat their children as strongly and cruelly. As for respect—it must be earned," the imposing man stated emotionlessly.
Hyuga Hitoshi could only clench fists angrily and swallow displeasure. This was far from their first argument—with the added fact he could no longer punish his son who had long surpassed him and only clan bureaucracy kept Hitoshi from being pushed from great elder position in the branch family.
"Fine—let's leave quarrels. Has Hitomi been declared missing-nin yet?" he asked his son—voice still full of huge anger.
"Declared—with note that killing without reason is forbidden under my—Hyuga Hideo's—responsibility," he declared firmly to his father.
"YOU! Not only did you protect that vile spawn who destroyed all prospects of entering the main branch before—but now you've decided to destroy our family completely?! If Hiashi-sama finds out we're all finished!" Hitoshi growled—unable to stand it, rising from the table.
Hideo only raised an eyebrow and waited interestedly for father's next actions—but Hitoshi only flushed with anger and sat back, daring nothing.
Waiting out father's rage outburst Hideo calmly continued: "Hiashi-sama already knows. He agreed to let me handle everything and conduct investigation per clan rules. Note father—I won't let you execute Hitomi without trial." He declared firmly and—unwilling to continue under father's withering glare—silently left and vanished instantly.
*****
All day 251 Kenshin was on edge—working only a few hours and spending the rest with Hitomi, supporting her before birth. To his surprise the experienced medic woman resembled a frightened student. She had delivered countless babies and knew the process perfectly—but it didn't help cope with huge anxiety. She feared losing this miracle—whose birth was impossible a month ago.
"Calm down Hitomi-san—everything will be fine," Kasumi soothed sitting on the bed edge and holding her hand. In the past two weeks they had become good friends and often stuck together.
"She's right Hitomi—don't worry. My ability won't let birth go wrong. Everything will be fine," Kenshin said tenderly, taking her hand and gently kissing her cheek.
"I understand but can't help it…" Hitomi whispered and smiled. Suddenly her smile froze and a quiet moan escaped: "Ah! Seems it started!"
"Shh—breathe evenly and measuredly. Your body will do everything itself," Kenshin said, stroking her head.
"I-I'll try—uuuuf!"
*****
Fifteen minutes later Kenshin held a bald white-eyed baby who looked at him curiously.
"Hitomi—look how beautiful he is. Twenty-Second—go to mommy," he said smiling and carefully passed the baby to mother.
"God—what a wonder he is…" Hitomi whispered and pressed the baby to her. Tears of joy flowed from her completely white eyes; a huge weight lifted from her soul.
"Talent level thirty-six Hitomi—you gave birth to our family's future pillar!" Kenshin declared joyfully—making her very happy.
"My boy… With such talent he could become branch family great elder—but the Hyuga clan will never get him!" she declared firmly and flinched in surprise when the baby found her nipple and began eating.
"Ha-ha-ha—the boy takes after his father!" Kenshin laughed, stroking the child's head—the baby gurgled happily and continued eating.
"Rest darling. Kasumi—time to go," he said and left the room.
*****
After Twenty-Second's birth Kenshin reached level sixteen and invested the skill point in "Talented Offspring"—raising it to level nine. Current formation creation knowledge was sufficient; the refuge wasn't even half full. He decided extra talent points were never superfluous.
Due to heavy workload Kenshin hadn't re-impregnated the girls who gave birth—so Aya, Natsumi, and Kasumi constantly hinted at readiness to get pregnant again. It reached the point Natsumi came to his workshop in a short white shirt to the navel and even shorter white skirt—under which thin white thong panties barely covering her pussy were visible with slightest movement.
That was the last straw; unable to endure arousal Kenshin approached and began appraisingly examining her.
"Ah!" Natsumi exclaimed when he unceremoniously lifted her short skirt and assessed her firm ass—with a thin thong string running between cheeks.
Her breathing immediately faltered. She felt like a little doe accidentally wandering into a tiger's lair—watching with bated breath how it would end.
"Ouch!" she squealed when Kenshin properly slapped her right cheek—leaving a clear red handprint.
"Last time I warned you and Aya—if you tease too much I won't be so gentle and affectionate. You came here for that reason?" he asked, taking her chin.
"Yes…" she whispered. A real fire raged in her pussy that needed extinguishing.
He lifted her skirt again and slapped her firm ass once more—eliciting an aroused hiss from her tender mouth. She quietly cried out when Kenshin pulled her thong string—forcing thin fabric to literally dig into her aching-with-desire pussy.
"Uuuuf Kenshin—please take me…" she whimpered and tried turning to pounce on him. But her necklace pendant glowed slightly; Kenshin grabbed her from behind—not letting her turn—and carefully placed her face-down on the table.
"Uuunngh! Yes—like that—take me!" she moaned being pressed to the cold table surface with her ass stuck out.
In an instant she lost her panties and got even wetter—until feeling a touch on her hot pussy.
"Ah! God—don't tease—please…" she moaned and stuck her ass out even more—pressing against Kenshin's strong hand.
"Remember how I said next time I'd take your little asses?" he whispered and inserted two fingers into her tight pussy—forcing Natsumi to moan.
Hearing his words Natsumi aroused even more; when he inserted two fingers into her hole her thighs trembled and eyes rolled back. The girl experienced a strong orgasm.
For Kenshin it was pure pleasure watching an orgasming girl's ass. Her clenched thighs trembled; her pussy resembled a small pie—making him want to taste it.
Half a minute later Natsumi's orgasm subsided but she was unsatisfied—only desiring even more to feel Kenshin's big cock inside. She tried rising but was pressed to the table again and purred contentedly.
Suddenly her eyes widened; she instinctively camis tried rising again but was pressed back. Kenshin unceremoniously inserted two fingers into her incredibly narrow ass—the girl frightened from surprise.
"You didn't think I was joking? Today your ass becomes mine," he whispered and—leaning in—kissed her neck. His aroused cock pressed against her buttocks—forcing the girl to hiss with lust.