Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

Her feet, hidden under the tablecloth, had come off their wooden clogs, and she used her fair toes to gently, repeatedly, tease Su Hui's calves.

This was a silent affair staged in front of their young son.

This forbidden intimate contact, conducted in front of her husband and son, filled Mikoto with immense shame, yet the loyalty and longing deep within her soul made her uncontrollably excited.

Her cheeks grew increasingly red, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

suddenly,

With a "thud," Mikoto's chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Her cheeks flushed, and with a perfectly measured hint of panic, she bent down to pick it up.

This action caused her to bury herself completely under the table.

Uchiha Mikoto's full breasts, bulging under her kimono, pressed firmly against Su Hui's massive member, even through several layers of clothing.

She picked up the chopsticks very slowly, extremely slowly.

While pretending to fumble for the chopsticks, she boldly rubbed her soft breasts against Su Hui's large member.

Her breathing became rapid, and she could even feel her master's gradually rising and enormous member undergoing an astonishing change.

at last,

She "found" the chopsticks, sat up straight, and said breathlessly, "Found them."

"Hmm... Be careful."

Su Hui smiled, his face showing enjoyment.

Itachi looked at his mother's bent-over back and felt that her movements were a little strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Mikoto quickly straightened up, put the chopsticks she had picked up aside, and put on a new pair. Her blush deepened, and her eyes sparkled as she secretly gave Su Hui a charming look.

Her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Mother, are you feeling unwell?"

"Itachi asked with concern."

"No...no, it's just a little hot."

Mikoto shook her head frantically, not daring to look into her son's eyes.

Dinner then ended in this eerie atmosphere.

In the stillness of the night,

Itachi lay in his room, tossing and turning.

The scenes from the day kept replaying in his mind: his mother's unusual behavior, his father's tacit approval, and that mysterious and powerful teacher, Su Hui.

All of this was like a fog, shrouding his mind.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, a very faint sound reached his ears.

The sound was suppressed, like a woman trying her best to endure something, making intermittent moans.

...Hmm...Ah...

Itachi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

As a ninja who underwent rigorous training from a young age, his hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people.

He was certain that the sound was coming from the direction of his parents' master bedroom.

He held his breath and listened intently.

Besides the woman's moans, he also heard a strange, rhythmic thumping sound.

pop... pop... pop...

It's like a damp wooden board being repeatedly pounded.

The sounds were sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, accompanied by the woman's increasingly uncontrollable panting and pleading cries.

"Master...ah...no...Mikoto is going to break..."

It sounds like my mother's voice!

Moreover, it wasn't just the mother's voice; there seemed to be two other women's voices as well—the two older sisters who had been with Teacher Su Hui during the day.

Their laughter and moans mingled together, their voices incredibly alluring.

"Lin, no...don't touch there...ah!"

"Red...you...you're so bad..."

"Master...faster...give us more..."

Itachi's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He quietly got out of bed, barefoot, like a nimble cat, and silently pressed himself against the wall.

But when he concentrated on listening, the sound suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became so quiet that only the chirping of insects and his own heartbeat could be heard.

Is it a hallucination?

Itachi frowned.

He didn't believe his perception could be wrong.

Unbeknownst to him, in the master bedroom just a wall away, a silent, passionate revelry was unfolding within the confines of the barrier.

Su Hui has once again activated his domain, completely isolating the entire room from the outside world.

Not a single sound, light, or even fluctuation of chakra could be leaked out. That brief sound just now was deliberately created by Su Hui, as if he were teasing a curious kitten.

On the spacious tatami mat, three snow-white and delicate bodies were entangled with the strong male body in the middle in various alluring poses.

Uchiha Mikoto, the noble lady of the clan, had long since shed all her reserve and dignity.

Her long hair was disheveled, her eyes were alluring, and she let out suppressed yet sweet moans. Her body heaved violently with Su Hui's movements, displaying her mature womanly charm without reservation.

On the other side, Kurenai Yuhi and Rin Nohara, the two girls who tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, gradually succumbed to the sea of ​​desire from their initial shyness, revealing amazing potential.

That night was one of ultimate pleasure for the four people in the master bedroom.

For Itachi Uchiha, who was just a wall away, it was a sleepless night filled with doubt and unease.

The next morning,

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the window, Itachi Uchiha opened his eyes.

He barely slept all night, his mind replaying the strange noises he'd heard the previous night, as well as his mother and father's unusual behavior.

An ominous premonition, like a dark cloud, loomed over his heart.

He got dressed, left the room, and prepared to go to the restaurant for breakfast.

As soon as he reached the restaurant entrance, he saw his mother, Uchiha Mikoto.

She was standing with her back to me, preparing breakfast at the kitchen counter.

She was wearing a clean kimono, but her hair was a little messy, with a few strands of wet hair clinging to her snow-white neck, where there was a glaring red mark, as if it had been sucked hard.

The collar was slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair skin and delicate collarbone, and the hem was also full of pleats.

Her legs seemed a little weak, and she barely managed to stand by supporting herself on the edge of the dining table with her hands.

The morning sunlight shone on her, making the abnormal flush on her cheeks particularly clear.

"Mother."

Itachi called out softly.

Mikoto's body stiffened visibly. She slowly turned around, saw her son, and forced a smile: "Itachi, you're awake. Come and sit down, breakfast will be ready soon."

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she hadn't slept well last night.

Where is Father?

"Itachi asked."

"He...he went to the security headquarters early this morning, saying he had an important meeting."

Mikoto's answer was somewhat hurried.

Good morning, teacher!

Itachi nodded obediently, walked to the dining table, sat down, and greeted Su Hui on the other side of the table.

"Ah."

Su Hui smiled as he looked at Itachi in response.

Rin Nohara and Kurenai Yuhi were already seated beside him, calmly waiting for dinner to begin.

Su Hui wore a lazy smile as his gaze swept over Mikoto, as if he were admiring a beautifully crafted collectible that he had just used.

When Mikoto met his gaze, her cheeks flushed even more. She subconsciously looked away and continued working with her head down.

"Itachi, come here."

Mikoto placed the prepared breakfast on the table and called to her son, "After you finish eating, Mr. Su Hui will officially begin teaching you today. You must respect your teacher and follow his instructions, understand?"

She emphasized the word 'arrange,' her tone carrying an unquestionable command.

"Yes, Mother."

Itachi answered quietly, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat his breakfast silently.

His gaze, however, inadvertently fell upon the spot where his mother had just been standing.

On the wooden floor in front of the dining table, there was a small, clear water stain that stood out starkly in the morning light.

The wet patch wasn't large, but its shape was somewhat ambiguous, as if... some liquid had dripped from above and then been stepped on.

Itachi's heart skipped a beat.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and continued eating, but his mind was in turmoil.

what is that?

Was the water accidentally spilled?

But why is there only that small piece?

Moreover, the way my mother was standing just now... those slightly trembling legs that seemed unable to come together...

Fragmented pieces of information were rapidly pieced together and reassembled in his brilliant mind.

An absurd, terrifying, yet seemingly most explainable conjecture, like a venomous snake, quietly crept into his heart.

Impossible! This is impossible!

Itachi shook his head vigorously, refusing to believe his own guess.

"what happened?"

Suddenly, Su Hui's questioning voice came, attracting Itachi's attention.

"Ah, it's nothing."

Upon hearing this, Itachi raised his head and looked at his mother again.

I must be overthinking it.

How could my mother be that kind of woman!

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Itachi lowered his head and continued eating his breakfast.

He just didn't notice that while he was eating with his head down...

His mother was handing Su Hui a bowl of miso soup, and her fingers trembled involuntarily as she touched the rim of the bowl.

Su Hui took the soup bowl, his fingers seemingly tracing the back of her hand.

Mikoto's body trembled slightly again, the blush on her cheeks instantly spreading to her ears, and her breasts trembled as if they were missing support.

Her legs also squeezed tightly together, as if afraid something would drip out.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Su Hui was tinged with a hint of resentment and a deep longing. She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, thinking to herself, "Who would stop at the crucial moment, not letting me have a satisfying climax, especially since it's so early in the morning?"

What a joke!