Chapitre 59: Chapter 59
"I'll meet you outside," Konan said as she left.
Hiro watched her go, knowing she might be feeling jealous.
After a few minutes, he gently grabbed Pakura and Mikoto's hands, pulling both of them onto his lap. He rested his chin on Mikoto's shoulder.
"You two beauties were enjoying yourselves while I was away, weren't you? So many maids to pamper you," he teased, his voice playful, as he slowly caressed their bellies. Both women were around four to five months pregnant now, with just a few more months to go.
Hiro smirked as he felt the faint movement of life beneath his hands. Pakura and Mikoto blushed, exchanging shy glances, but neither pulled away.
"You've been spoiling yourselves while I've been stuck in boring meetings, haven't you?" he continued with a soft chuckle. "All those maids at your service, and I'm the one dealing with the tedious work."
Mikoto leaned back into him, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the warmth of his embrace. "Well, someone had to enjoy the luxuries while you were off working," she said with a soft laugh, intertwining her fingers with his, resting their hands on her belly.
Pakura, sitting beside them, tilted her head with a playful smile. "You're the one who insisted we stay behind and rest," she teased. "But I must admit, it hasn't been so bad."
Hiro chuckled, placing a soft kiss on Mikoto's head before turning to Pakura. "I suppose it's time to make up for lost moments, don't you think?" His hands gently traced circles on their bellies, careful not to apply too much pressure.
Their breaths caught slightly, but the moment was more intimate than sensual. It was a rare time of peace, one that Hiro cherished, knowing these moments would be few once the babies arrived.
"Just four more months," he whispered to himself. "And our family will grow."
Hiro nodded, raising an eyebrow as he glanced toward the door where Konan had exited moments earlier. "Did Konan arrange for all these maids?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
"Yes, the day after she found out both of us were pregnant, she brought them all in," Pakura replied with a soft smile.
"She's a good person," Mikoto added. "She might seem cold, but she's actually very kind."
As their conversation continued, the warmth of their bond grew.
The room in the cave was dark and quiet, the soft glow of the candels filtering through the curtains.
The maids had long since retired for the night, leaving Hiro, Mikoto, and Pakura alone in the privacy of their chambers.
Mikoto leaned forward, her fingers trailing over Hiro's chest as she pressed her lips to his. Her other hand tugged at his pants, pulling them down to reveal his growing arousal.
Pakura sat beside them on the bed, watching them with a sly smile on her lips.
"Hiro," Mikoto whispered against his lips, "Though we can't go all the way right now...there are other ways."
She shifted her body closer to him, placing soft kisses along his jawline and down his neck. Meanwhile, Pakura slowly undressed herself until she was completely naked before crawling onto the bed with them.
Hiro groaned softly as he felt Mikoto's lips trail down to his chest while Pakura took hold of him from below. His hands tangled in their hair as they both worked together to bring him pleasure.
Their touches were gentle yet purposeful, causing shivers of pleasure to run through Hiro's body. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as they continued their ministrations.
It wasn't long before he released into Pakura's mouth with a loud groan while Mikoto kissed up his torso until she reached his face once again.
"That was just an appetizer," she whispered coyly as she placed another kiss on his lips.
Pakura crawled back up beside them with a satisfied smile on her face. "Now it's your turn," she purred against his ear as her hand traveled lower towards Mikoto's center.
Hiro let out a low growl of pleasure as they continued to tease and please him throughout the night, until exhaustion finally claimed them all.
The next morning unfolded like any other.
Hiro didn't find Konan around, assuming she had left. She probably didn't want to stay too long, as it might raise suspicion about her whereabouts.
He shrugged it off, knowing there was little he could do about it. A week had already passed.
Hiro looked at Pakura and Mikoto, confident there was no immediate danger.
From the information he had gathered, Pakura's presence was already declared to the outside world, and the Root ninjas had been tracking them.
Still, he didn't believe they were actively searching for them anymore, which meant his two beauties should be safe here.
As much as Hiro wanted to stay with Pakura and Mikoto, he knew he had to return to Tsunade.
Her Healing needed his supervision, and he couldn't just leave it unresolved.
Besides, they were only 4-5 months pregnant and he still had 4-5 more months before they would give birth.
He looked at them sleeping beside him, their faces peaceful and content. He couldn't help but brush a few strands of hair away from their faces before slipping out of bed.
After some time, they woke up, and many days passed with the same routine. One morning, as Hiro prepared to leave, they looked at him and asked, "Ahh, you're leaving again?"
He nodded.
Hiro smiled, leaning down to kiss each of them on the forehead. "I'll be back soon," he said softly. "Take care of yourselves."
Pakura and Mikoto nodded, their expressions a mix of understanding and reluctance.
He knew exactly where Tsunade would be—holed up in some random town, likely at a gambling den.
Tracking her down wasn't the hard part; the challenge was the journey. At full speed, it would take him about a week to reach her, but Hiro was determined.
After packing his things and bidding a quiet farewell to Pakura and Mikoto, he set off without hesitation.
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Tsunade paced in her quarters, feeling an odd mix of frustration and unease. Two weeks had passed since Hiro left, and despite herself, she found her thoughts returning to the cocky brat more often than she'd like to admit. His absence had been... noticeable.
She had continued her.. Healing Practising With Drops of blood daily, pushing her limits, but without his annoying presence to distract her, she had made Some progress.
Yet, something gnawed at her—a nagging thought that she hadn't quite finished whatever had started between them.
The door creaked open, and before Tsunade could turn to see who it was, she heard the familiar, cocky voice that she hadn't realized she'd missed.
"Well, well, looks like someone's been keeping busy."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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