67: Chapter 67 A Pure White Banquet and the Private Property of the GodsThe night was as dark as ink, filtering out the daytime hustle and bustle of Konoha Village, leaving only a few tireless chirping insects.
Downstairs at Naruto's apartment building.
A beautiful figure had been lingering in the shadows for quite some time.
Hinata took a deep breath, the air in her chest feeling as if it were burning hot.
She looked down at her outfit.
She deliberately changed out of her usual loose-fitting hoodie and replaced it with a light purple fitted casual outfit.
The neckline was lower than usual, revealing two delicate, porcelain-like collarbones.A dark satin ribbon was tied around the waist, highlighting the stunning curves that were originally hidden by the heavy clothing.
The skirt was short, just covering the knees, revealing a section of smooth, rounded calves.
She wore a new pair of wooden clogs, her toes curling slightly with nervousness, her toenails trimmed into cute rounded shapes, tinged with a faint pink.
"call..."
She raised her hand, her knuckles stopping just before touching the door.
Really.do we want to go in?
The scene by the waterfall last night kept replaying in my mind like a slideshow.
The tingling sensation of being forcefully controlled rose up her spine, making her legs feel weak.
If we don't go in.Naruto will be disappointed, right?
"Roll your eyes, open them."
She subconsciously formed a hand seal, and the veins at the corners of her eyes bulged slightly.
My gaze pierced through the heavy iron gate.
However, what she saw stunned her.
The room wasn't as messy as one might expect from a single guy, nor were there mountains of instant noodle boxes.
Instead, there was an extremely large, gentle yet irresistible chakra fluctuation.
The chakra filled the entire room, as if that small space no longer belonged to Konoha, but to some independent world.
Before she could see any more clearly, the door lock in front of her clicked softly.
Click.
The iron gate opened by itself without wind, sliding inward like a giant mouth that had been waiting for its prey.
"Since you're here, come in."
Naruto's voice came from inside the house, with a lazy, magnetic quality that hooked her soul like a hook.
Hinata hurriedly withdrew her Byakugan, her heart pounding wildly.
She lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, and cautiously stepped into the entryway.
The furnishings inside the house have been completely changed.
The original mottled walls and peeling paint floors have disappeared, replaced by a dark brown wooden structure that exudes a faint fragrance.
That's Wood Release.
Those tables, chairs, floors, and even the chandelier brackets overhead are not inanimate objects.
They have delicate textures, as if they are still breathing.
Hinata bent down, her fingers trembling as she untied the straps of her wooden clogs.
Bare feet tread on the dark brown wooden floor.
In that instant, a strange sensation came from the soles of my feet.
The floor was warm, as if an invisible layer of life energy gently enveloped the soles of her feet, spreading upwards along her ankles.
It was as if the entire room was part of Naruto's body.
She stepped on his "body".
This realization made Hinata's face turn bright red instantly, and even her ears burned.
"Don't be so formal."
Naruto was standing by the dining table, holding a decanter and gently shaking the wine-red liquid inside.
He wasn't wearing his signature orange jacket, but rather a loose-fitting dark gray loungewear set.
The neckline was loosely open, revealing the defined lines of his chest muscles and a deep-set collarbone.
Her wet hair, fresh from a shower, hung messily over her forehead, obscuring most of the sharpness in her deep blue eyes, but giving her an even more dangerous, languid air, like a well-fed lion.
"Naruto-kun."
Hinata placed the delicate food box she was carrying on the entryway cabinet, her voice barely audible, "This.this is dessert I made myself."
Naruto put down his wine glass and walked over barefoot.
With each step he took, the wooden floor beneath his feet seemed to cheer, emitting extremely subtle rhythms.
He stopped in front of Hinata, looking down at the little ostrich who was practically burying her head in her chest.
His gaze swept unabashedly over her pale purple dress, lingering for two seconds on her tightly cinched waist before moving down the hem to her bare feet resting on the floor.
Her fair and delicate skin contrasted sharply with the dark wooden floor.
"very beautiful."
Naruto gave his evaluation.
I don't know if they're talking about clothes or something else.
He reached out and took the food box, his fingertips "inadvertently" brushing against Hinata's hand.
They did not move them immediately.
His fingers were long and strong, and his palms were burning hot.
The heat traveled along the point of contact with Hinata's skin, making her shiver.
Are you hungry?
Naruto turned around and walked to the dining table."Come and eat."
Two dishes were placed on the table.
It's not instant noodles, nor is it takeout.
Perfectly seared veal steaks, tempting cream of mushroom soup, and several delicate side dishes.
Hinata mechanically walked to the table and sat down.
The chair was created using wood-based techniques, conforming to the curves of her back, and she could even feel a sense of support, as if she were being held up by a large hand.
Surrounded by this omnipresent feeling, she picked up her knife and fork.
Dinner begins.
There wasn't much conversation.
There was only the faint sound of knives and forks hitting the porcelain plate.
Naruto did not wolf down his food as he used to.
He ate very slowly, his movements as elegant as a nobleman's.
But he didn't really look at the food on his plate.
He rested his chin on one hand, his deep blue eyes never leaving Hinata's face.
That kind of gaze has weight.
It could be appreciation, savoring, or some deeper desire to devour it.
Hinata felt like she was the steak on the plate.
Under this blatant gaze, even her hand holding the fork trembled, and swallowing each bite of food felt like going through a battle.
Under the table.
Because of nervousness, her eyes.My feet shifted nervously.
The wood grain on the floor seemed to sense her emotions, rising slightly and pressing against the sensitive arch of her foot.
"Hmm."
Hinata nearly threw the spoon in her hand.
She bit her lip, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, and looked up at Naruto in disbelief.
Naruto still rested his chin on his hand, his expression calm, as if everything that had just happened was just his imagination.
"What's wrong?" he asked knowingly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips."Not to your liking?"
"N-nothing."
Hinata lowered her head in a panic, trying to cover up her embarrassment by drinking soup.
Because she moved too quickly, a drop of creamy white soup splashed up and landed on the corner of her mouth.
Against those rosy lips, that patch of pure white stood out starkly, and was also exceptionally.alluring.
Hinata was about to raise her hand to wipe it.
One hand was faster than her.
Naruto grabbed her wrist.
He wasn't very strong, but he pressed her hand back onto the table without any doubt.
"Don't move."
Naruto stood up, leaned over the dining table, and moved closer to her.
The distance between the two instantly closed to the point where they could hear each other's breathing.
Hinata's mind went blank, and her body stiffened like a stone.
She could smell the pleasant scent of Naruto's shower gel, mixed with a faint aroma of red wine, weaving a web she couldn't escape.
Naruto lowered his head.
Those deep blue eyes stared intently at the white mark at the corner of her mouth.
"This pure white color."
His voice was deep and husky, his hot breath brushing against her face, "It suits you perfectly, Hinata."
The air temperature rose sharply at that moment.
Naruto gave a thumbs up.
The calloused fingertips slowly but firmly traced the corners of her delicate lips.
The rough texture rubbed against sensitive skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
He didn't use a tissue.
He used his fingers to wipe away the cream, bit by bit.
Then.
Under Hinata's gaze, who was so shocked that her heart almost stopped beating.
Naruto withdrew his hand and put his thumb, still warm from the soup and her lipstick, into his mouth.
The tip of the tongue rolls over it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"It's very sweet."
He looked at Hinata with eyes so deep they seemed to want to suck her in.
It was as if he wasn't tasting cream soup at all.
It was her personally.
boom!
Hinata felt like she was about to explode.
Shame, dizziness, and a strange, unfamiliar sense of anticipation intertwined in that instant, overwhelming her rationality.
She felt like a handful of snow.
Before this blazing sun, named after Naruto Uzumaki, it was rapidly melting, turning into a puddle of water.
"Naruto-kun."
She let out a low moan, her voice trembling with tears, her legs pressed tightly together under the table, her toes gripping the wretched wooden floorboards.
Naruto walked around the dining table and stood behind her.
He stretched out his hands, his palms burning hot, and placed them on her rounded shoulders.
Apply a little force.
Hinata obediently nestled in his arms.
Naruto leaned down, resting his chin on the top of her head, and slid his hands down her shoulders to wrap around her waist.
Hinata.
He whispered in her ear, "I'm not the same person I used to be."
"I can resurrect the dead, easily wipe out a village, and even.set the rules for life and death."
"Those people from Sunagakure look at me like I'm a monster, like I'm a god."
His voice paused, carrying a hint of probing coldness.
"And you?"
Are you afraid of me?
This is a trap.
This is also a confirmation.
He was confirming whether his private property possessed the capacity to contain this deity.
Hinata's body trembled.
Are you scared?
That power to control everything, that gaze that sees all living beings as ants, is indeed terrifying.
but...
That's Naruto.
It was Naruto who wrapped a scarf around her in the snow and gave her courage in her despair.
Whether you become a god or a demon.
He was her light.
Hinata turned around.
She didn't know where the courage came from, but she stretched out her arms, trembling, yet firmly hugged Naruto's waist.
She buried her face deep into his firm abdomen, feeling the taut muscles and burning heat beneath his clothes.
"No..."
Her voice was soft, but there was no hesitation in it.
"I'm not afraid."
"As long as it's Naruto-kun.I'm not afraid of whatever he becomes."
"because..."
She looked up, and in her pure white eyes, Naruto's face was reflected, overflowing with love.
"Naruto-kun is Naruto-kun."
The air froze for a second.
Naruto smiled.
It wasn't the fake smile behind a mask, nor the condescending disdain of a god.
Rather, it is the heartfelt joy of a hunter who has finally captured his most desired prey.
"A very good answer."
He lowered his head, his palm covering Hinata's long, pure black hair, his fingers threading through the strands, gently cupping the back of her head.
Outside the window, the moonlight, like water, streamed into the room through the glass, casting long shadows of the two people that overlapped and became indistinguishable from one another.
Naruto looked at the girl in his arms, and casually crossed out the [Love] and [Submission] values that were frantically refreshing on the system panel.
Those numbers don't matter.
The important thing is that this is the ninja world that he is about to turn upside down.
He possessed an absolutely pure warmth that belonged only to him.
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