I, the stepfather of the ninja world!

Kimura shook his head and laughed, thinking that Mito-senpai was probably worried that his old bones would be broken by you.

"You've done it too few times, you lack experience, and you can't even control the basic strength." Kimura commented mercilessly.

Kushina raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you have experience in this area?"

Kimura nodded with a smile, "Yes. Mikoto and I often massage each other. I do have a lot of experience in this area."

"..."

Kushina had nothing to say, so she spread her hands and said, "Well, let me see how good your skills are and how they are better than mine."

"Don't worry, I will definitely teach you!"

Kimura assured with a smile, and began to move his hands.

Kushina's flaming red hair was a bit of a hindrance.

Kimura gathered her hair and put it into a simple bun on top of her head.

Without the obstruction of hair, the field of vision suddenly becomes wider.

Beautiful ears, slender neck; white skin, with a faint hint of blood, and a few faint blue veins...

Kimuranoju is high up and has a commanding view of everything.

Kushina has a smooth forehead, a straight nose, and beautiful cheek lines; her ordinary white sweater is as majestic as a snow-capped mountain; her waist is slender, as if it can be covered by one hand; her thighs are plump, which makes her coffee-colored trousers look fuller.

Kimura's technique is very professional, with just the right amount of pressure and great consideration.

While massaging, he reminded me: "Pay attention to my strength and the parts I'm massaging."

"Ah."

Kushina hummed softly in comfort, enjoying Kimura's massage peacefully, her sitting posture gradually becoming casual.

Kimura was always serious and focused. After all, he had made a serious mistake when massaging Tsunade a few months ago.

A woman's shoulders are as soft as boneless. If you're not careful, they can become the smoothest landslide in the ninja world, leading people into the abyss.

I had a hard time changing Kushina's mind yesterday, and I must not cross the line today, otherwise, I will definitely scare her and make her keep her distance again.

Kimura did not dare to slack off and always remained highly alert.

Xiang Xun stood aside, looking at the comfortable Kushina, her eyes twinkling. She had never been massaged by Kimura before, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

……

After a moment, Kushina came back to her senses, raised her head, and said to Kimura, "I feel almost enough, let me try again."

Kimura looked down at her. Her face was fair and beautiful like a flower. Her lips were thin and smooth, bright red, like a rose praying for morning dew. She exuded a pure charm that made people unable to resist the impulse.

Kimura narrowed his eyes, calmed himself, withdrew his hands from her shoulders, and exchanged positions with her.

Kushina recalled the personal experience just now and massaged Kimura again.

This time, the progress is obvious.

Although I still can't control the strength well, at least I know which places to massage, and it no longer feels as torturous as kneading bones.

Kimura finally got a relatively good experience. He leaned comfortably on the chair, covered in a beautiful shadow, with his head resting on Kushina's soft belly, enjoying her ever-improving massage skills.

At the same time, outside the French windows, the towering Hokage Rock, bathed in sunlight, gazed at the entire village majestically yet kindly.

Time passes happily.

……

In the afternoon, Kimura Nosuke went to the Land of Demons to continue the role-playing game that he had not completed last time.

At present, Mabuyi has completely submitted herself to the world and has atoned for Samui's sin of disrespectful words.

Although Samui adheres to the cruel ninja way, he has to endure humiliation in front of Kimurano in order to ensure the smooth inheritance of his bloodline limit to his good friend Mabui.

If they were alone, they might be able to stand firm, but with the bond of friendship, they had no choice but to give in even if they were extremely reluctant.

The anger that Kimura had been provoked by Kushina was completely extinguished by the two of them.

Afterwards, he bathed and changed his clothes, feeling refreshed, and was invited by Shion to go to a pond in the palace.

sunny.

Under the parasol, there is a simple wooden table.

The table is not very big, and it is covered with a variety of exquisite desserts and dishes.

Sitting on Kimura's left and right were Shion and the dean; sitting opposite them were Samui and Mabui.

The five people enjoyed afternoon tea leisurely, with several palace maids serving them at any time.

The two female slaves had not been tortured for long, and they began to show seductiveness unconsciously in the corners of their eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing this, Shion curled her lips. The last time Kimura came to the Land of Demons, he didn't accompany her; this time he still didn't put her first.

Shion was a little unhappy, but still had a faint smile on her face.

As a noble shrine maiden, how can you be jealous of a slave girl? You must be reserved and generous, and not lose the demeanor of a shrine maiden! Wait until we are in private, and then let Aye know that she is unhappy!

Nono narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing Shion's little emotion, so he reached under the table, quietly held Kimura's arm, and pushed it towards Shion.

Kimura was slightly stunned, then he understood and put his free left hand on Shion's thigh.

Shion raised her eyebrows slightly, very satisfied with Kimura's self-awareness. She pursed her lips and smiled, silently adjusting her sitting posture.

Kimura originally just wanted to have a peaceful afternoon tea, but now he was aroused and his eyes fell on Samui's face opposite him.

Samui opened her red lips slightly, pinched a small piece of sushi with her slender jade fingers, put it into her mouth, and chewed slowly and silently. Not a single sushi crumb spilled out. It was very elegant, like a beautiful painting, which made people want to sign their name.

Kimura held the knife and fork in his right hand and comforted Shion with his left hand. He could only lift his legs and stretch his feet to touch Samui's knees that were together.

Samui was stunned and frowned slightly. She really didn't expect that Kimura Ye would be so restless even when eating in public.

It's meal time! Not play time!

Samui looked cold and refused to cooperate.

At the same time, Nono smiled slightly, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses fell quietly on Samui's face.

His eyes were calm, but they made Samui secretly frightened.

She had already experienced Nono's power in the basement of Konoha. He looked harmless, but he was actually very cruel!

Samui did not hesitate, immediately smiled and cooperated with Kimura...

Volume 181: Swimming into the Red Sea of ​​Bonds: Mikoto's Suspicion

In Samui's opinion, it is better to obey the perverted Kimura rather than anger the kind-looking but cruel Nono.

After all, with Nono's style, if he had any problem with her, he might cut off her from daily contact with her daughter. And Kimura would never do such a thing.

This woman dotes on Kimura too much! Samui sighed secretly, silently adjusted her position, met Nono's gaze, raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealed a faint smile, adjusted her sitting posture, her legs were no longer close together like a lady, but slightly apart.

Kimura's attention was completely focused on the table, and he didn't notice the implicit confrontation between the two girls. He just thought that Samui was continuing the role-playing game she had played before.

Reluctant but have to please in a tactful way!

Kimura grinned and deliberately ignored him, his toes slid along her slender calves, skimming across her smooth stockings.

High-end stockings have a delicate touch and are not as rough as those of inferior quality ones.

The rubbing of the stockings made only a very slight rustling sound, which could not be heard at all through the tablecloth and was completely confined under the table, so no one noticed it.

Of course, Samui could clearly feel her calves being scratched by the rough big feet.

Kimura finally placed his foot on her instep and hooked her ankle.

Samui had been a slave girl for almost two years. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she actually had some tacit understanding with Kimura.

She instantly understood Kimura's intention, so she slowly raised her calf, straightened it, and placed her heel on Kimura's thigh.

Kimura was busy comforting Shion with his left hand, so he could only free up his right hand, which was holding the sushi, to reach under the table and touch Samui's long legs in stockings.

In this way, even a fool could see that he was not behaving properly under the table.

The palace maids beside them lowered their heads silently.

The four women at the table knew what was going on, but they all pretended to know nothing.

The sun was shining and everyone was leisurely drinking afternoon tea.

Until a red glow appeared in the sky and the tablecloth fell to the ground.

……

Late at night, the moonlight is bright and clear.

The streets are still bustling with lights and music.

The settlements of the various tribes in Konoha were relatively quiet, and there were fewer lights.

Mikoto's residence is located in the core area of ​​the Uchiha clan, and is adjacent to Kushina's and Kasumi's families. From a distance, it looks bleak.

However, if you open your Sharingan and look closely, you can find that a window on the second floor of Mikoto's house is emitting a faint light.

That was the light from the master bedroom, barely penetrating the thick curtains, indicating that the two owners of the house had not yet rested.

Inside the room, the light was as soft as a feather, totally out of tune with the noisy atmosphere.

The TV embedded in the wall was broadcasting the evening news, elaborating on the current harmonious relations in the ninja world and praising the wisdom of the Fire Country Daimyo and the power of Dr. Bloodline.

Doctor Bloodline is the official title given to Kimura by the Fire Nation.

Just like the Third Hokage was praised as the "Doctor of Ninjutsu", Kimura, who possesses multiple bloodline limits, is naturally the "Doctor of Bloodline".

As the protagonist in the news, Kimura did not stop climbing Ninja Peak even in the middle of the night. He sweated profusely and moved forward with all his might.

Meanwhile, Mikoto knelt on the carpet, her arms bent at the elbows, resting on the smooth glass coffee table.

The skin of the elbows rubbed against the smooth glass, making a tingling sound. Fortunately, the volume was not loud and was covered by the sound of the TV, so no one felt uncomfortable.

Mikoto lowered her head, her eyes were hazy, her thin lips slightly parted, and her fair face was rosy.

The soft hair fell from the forehead and hung down from both sides, all the way to the glass coffee table, forming an almost impenetrable curtain.

As her head shook, her hair trembled slightly, occasionally revealing a gap to allow fresh air from the outside to flow in.

Mikoto was wearing a suspender dress tonight, with thin black straps and a maple red plaid skirt.

The straps had slid down her fair and delicate shoulders, to both sides, and hung in her arms.

Of course, it doesn’t really make much difference whether the sling is hung on the shoulders or not.

After all, this skirt is a backless style, and when the straps slip off, the smooth back will no longer be covered by two ribbons.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his back, reflecting the soft light, which was dazzling.

Under the plaid skirt are a pair of slender legs wrapped in gray stockings.

Mikoto was kneeling in an inward-facing position - her thighs were tightly together and her calves were spread outward.

A pair of silk feet, wearing pointed stiletto heels with patent leather red soles.

The leather of the high heels is of excellent quality and has an expensive luster.

Although the ankle area of ​​the high heels was designed to be as soft and close to the skin as possible, due to Mikoto's kneeling position, the flexible leather still caused her relatively severe pressure.

If you kneel for a long time, the leather may even wear through your stockings and hurt your delicate skin.

Therefore, Mikoto took off half of her high heels early on, revealing her heels and half of her feet, with only her toes sticking out of the shoes.

The high heels had lost sufficient stability and could only be sandwiched in the air between the soles of her feet and the carpet, trembling slightly with the rhythm of her calves.

……

Time passes happily.

Before we knew it, the programs on TV changed from international news to entertainment news.

Finally, Miqin's dark brows relaxed, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction. She ended her evening exercise and leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Kimura sat beside her, smiling as he tidied her sweaty hair, pushed it behind her ears, and tied it into a simple bun.

Mikoto smiled and shook her head: "It's not hard at all, I just sweated a little."

“I’ll get you a glass of water.