章節 64: Chapter 64

His stomach growls loudly, surprising her out of her thoughts. She can't help but giggle at his pained expression as he snuggles even closer against her humming body, giving her a pleasant sensation from their warm skin-to-skin contact; sticky and grimy though they are, it only seems to add a thrill to the pleasant glow she feels everywhere.

The low lighting of the room informs Kurenai it's early evening, and after hearing Uzumaki's growling stomach, she's much more aware of her own hunger. Hoping she doesn't wake him, she attempts to extricate herself from him but as she moves, he only holds on tighter, easily making her feel like some sort of security blanket. Recalling reports of his living conditions does explains why he's so attention-starved and pulls pranks. Living alone for so long can make anyone crave physical contact like hugs, pats on the head or shoulders, or even the tussling of hair.

"Well, he has to wake up at some point," she mumbles to herself before running her fingers through his silky blond scalp, calling, "Uzumaki-kun? Uzumaki-kun?" Slowly, a smile spreads his cheeks and he mushes his chubby cheeks into her soft valley, tickling a giggle out of her as he exhales on her stiffening nipple. 'Kami, giggling this much, I must be swimming in oxytocin and endorphins.' Looking at his pleased face makes her aware of her own smile. Content to favor him, she runs her fingers through the silky spikes of his golden-blond hair; that is until her stomach interrupts her with a very audible grumble.

"Uzumaki-kun!" she calls louder, grabbing the sides of his head and lifting him up. "It's time to get up."

"Hahn?" he sounds through a slack jaw, one eye closed the other half open. "Nai-chan?"

'That name...' she mentally chides. A slow deep inhale is calming, but for that pen name, she needs two deep breaths before she continues. "Uzumaki-kun, I need you to let go." Instinct makes him tighten a bit before softening his grip as she adds, "I need a shower. We both do. I also have to prepare dinner."

"Oh," he calls happily at the mention of food. He moves a bit away from her, enough to see her nude form under him, and Kurenai can actually see his eyes glaze over, as if falling under some slave genjutsu simply by the sight of her.

Though it's thrilling to her warm fuzzy center to witness, she quickly moves away from him before he loses any more mental control. Nabbing a pillow to cover herself, Kurenai easily advises him, "calm down. Take a breath. I think we've had enough of that for one day." Looking at his semi-hard penis she points to the bathroom, commanding him, "actually, go take a shower now. A cold one."

Red in the face with embarrassment, he starts moving when he's struck with a thought he voices, "since this is your house, shouldn't you use the bathroom first?"

"It's the other way around. As your host, I offer you first turn," she tells him, to which he nods in acceptance. "Please take a shower and get dressed." She didn't want to tell him it was going to take her some time to get his insane amount of cum out of her. Now that she's standing, she can already feel it oozing out of her and drag down the inside of her toned thighs. Even if she ran to Hinata-chan's bathroom down the hall, she was certain she wouldn't get there fast enough to avoid leaving a trail of white globs on the wood floor.

'He put soo much in me,' she mentally marvels, feeling it leak out with a jovial thrill. It's fortunate that her own juices thinned the concentration of his semen, but it's still a large quantity he seems to enjoy sowing as deep within her as he can. Since a vagina is the second most natural place for semen to be, she isn't worried about getting it all out, as her body will do that on its own, but with this much, she'll have to take most of it out herself.

Once showered, dried and dressed in unflattering flannel pants and red camisole top, she makes her way to the kitchen. Setting her hair up and in a towel to dry, she finds Uzumaki sitting on a stool spinning on it's swiveling cushion. With her entrance, his smile broadens drastically, his clear blue eyes drinking her in with the thirst of a man dying of dehydration—the length of her fine neck, the exposed cleavage of her larger than average bust, and the flannel that cannot hide her perfect posterior. His clear desire for her after everything they've done throughout the afternoon is the only reason for her blush—to think he's eager for more is, to her mounting disbelief, flattering.

Kurenai simply isn't used to such raw, lavish attention from someone she's been sexually active with. There are plenty of shinobi or villagers that undress her with their want-filled eyes, but unlike the baby blue eyes gazing hungrily at her now, they haven't seen her naked—they haven't fucked her to a mindless stupor—so there's always a buffer between her and them. Uzumaki-kun has seen, tasted and fucked all of her. When he gazes at her hungrily, it's more profound. Immoral or not, to Kurenai, his eyes will forever be different.

Aware of the 'cuddle hormone' still coursing her system, Kurenai isn't so alarmed when she feels a giddy heat in her stomach, a little hop in her step, her straighter posture, driving out her enticing C-cups that much more forward; even her scalp tingles affectionately, making her lush dark locks feel more vibrant. 'Post coital bliss,' she mentally identifies the affectionate playfulness as she walks over to the pantry. Overlooking her blushing feelings, she can't help but comment, "I thought you'd be halfway to your beloved ramen stand by now."

Half looking away and blushing madly, he shyly questions more than says, "I thought... I was hoping, maybe, we could eat together?"

'Is he trying to be cute, or are the elevated hormones just making me more amiable to his mannerism?' She mentally asks bringing out some red potatoes. Kurenai isn't sure he should stay, but, she's certain nothing more will happen. Add to that they need to talk about this unexpected development, and she says, "I suppose that's fine."

"Sweet!" he exclaims. "Ne, Nai-chan-"

"Please don't call me that," she quickly cuts him off. "Kurenai-sensei, sensei, or even Yūhi-san is fine."

"But you keep calling me Uzumaki instead of Naruto," he counters.

"I prefer to keep our association professional at all times," she responds. Ever since her father, she's always felt more comfortable keeping that distance with everyone. "Which is why neither of us needs to address each other so personally."