Hinata kept her eyes fixed on Kenji as he leaned back against the sofa cushions. Watching the sharp intake of his breath and the way his hips twitched slightly, she knew he was right on the edge of releasing.
He's almost there, she thought, tightening her grip around his cock and accelerating the pace. Her warm palm glided rapidly over his rigid length, friction building up with every stroke.
Kenji let out an uninhibited moan, his head tilting back as the pleasure rushed through him. "Ah... Mom, it feels so good..."
Hearing him string together a complete, coherent sentence brought an instinctual smile to Hinata's face.
She paused for a fraction of a second to look up at his flushed, cute features before her gaze drifted down to the massive eight-inch length throbbing in her hand.
A sudden thought crossed her mind, comparing its impressive size to her husband's.
Then a sudden wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, turning her skin a delicate shade of pink. She quickly shook her head, trying to banish the idea. What is wrong with me? He's my son... She pushed the thought down, entirely unaware of the subconscious boundary that had just begun to blur in her mind.
Kenji felt the intense pressure build to its peak at the base of his spine. "Mom... I'm gonna release..."
"Come on, Kenji," Hinata murmured softly, encouraging him as she maintained her brisk rhythm. "Go ahead and let it out."
The sensation snapped. Kenji’s back arched sharply off the cushion, a deep groan escaping his throat.
Just as the first surge left his shaft, he subtly thrust his hips upward. Before Hinata could react or pull back, the thick, warm stream shot upward, splattering directly across her face.
Thick drops hit her cheeks, coated her nose and dripped over her lips, with a few stray drops landing near the corner of her eye.
Hinata froze in absolute shock, feeling the warmth dripping down her skin.
"Kenji, you..." She started to scold him with wide eyes but the moment she looked at him, her voice trailed off.
Kenji was staring back at her with a wide, innocent gaze, looking like a confused child who didn't understand what had just happened. Her scolding impulse vanished instantly.
I need to go wash up again, she thought with a silent sigh.
She stood up from the floor, wiping a bit of liquid away from her eyelid while looking down at him with a serious expression. "Alright, this was the absolute last time and you cannot mention a word of this to your father, okay? Do you understand me, Kenji?"
She knew Naruto's straightforward nature and there was no way he would understand the maternal logic that had led her into this situation.
Kenji, feeling a quiet sense of triumph at having successfully completed the objective, nodded obediently. He forced a simple, slightly clumsy response. "No Dad... secret."
Hinata's expression softened into a gentle smile. "At least you understand that. Stay here and relax while I clean up."
She turned and hurried toward the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Standing in front of the sink, she turned on the faucet and looked at her reflection in the mirror. White streaks were smeared across her cheeks, nose and lips.
How long has it been since I've had something like this on my face? she mused, staring at the sight.
Hesitating for a moment, she reached up and collected a bit of the thick fluid between her thumb and forefinger, pulling them apart to test the consistency. "So thick..." she whispered.
Without fully processing her own actions, she brought her finger to her lips and slipped it into her mouth, tasting it lightly.
"Hmm... hardly tastes like anything..."
The realization of what she had just done hit her a second later. Hinata gasped, her reflection showing a face that had turned bright crimson.
What am I doing?! she scolded herself mentally, turning the tap on higher to splash cold water over her face. Calm down, Hinata! He's your adopted son and you're a married woman!
She washed her face thoroughly, unaware of the subtle warmth that had pooled between her thighs.
After drying off with a towel, she opened the bathroom door and stepped back out into the living room. Kenji was sitting quietly on the couch, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Satisfied that everything was calm, Hinata wiped her hands on her shorts. "Now I can finish making dinner before Naruto gets home."
She walked back into the kitchen and resumed preparing the meal.
By 8:00 PM, the chime of the front doorbell rang through the house. Hinata, who was putting the finishing touches on the kitchen counter, immediately wiped her hands and called out, "Coming!"
She walked to the front entrance and pulled the door open. Naruto stood on the porch in his standard shinobi outfit, looking visibly exhausted.
"Hinata, is dinner ready?" Naruto asked, his stomach letting out an audible rumble. He had just wrapped up a tedious mission and was practically starving.
"Yes, Naruto, come inside. Everything is ready," Hinata replied with a gentle smile, stepping aside to let him in.
As Naruto unlaced his sandals and walked into the living area, his eyes fell upon Kenji sitting on the couch. A familiar wave of sympathy passed through his expression before he turned back to his wife. "Any progress today, Hinata?"
Hinata’s face lit up with a cheerful grin. "Yes, actually! A very big one. Go wash up first and we can talk about it over dinner."
Surprised by her enthusiasm, Naruto smiled warmly. "Alright then."
He stepped over to the sofa, reaching out to playfully ruffle Kenji’s spiky blonde hair. "Kenji, say welcome back. Your dad is home."
Sitting on the cushion, Kenji studied the man standing before him. So this is Naruto Uzumaki... the protagonist himself and one of the most powerful shinobi alive.
Maintaining his cover, Kenji blinked blankly and tilted his head before echoing back in a slow, basic tone, "Welcome... Naruto."
Naruto grinned, unbothered by the lack of a formal title. Hinata, however, quickly stepped in, trying to guide him. "Kenji, call him Father. He's your father."
Kenji deliberately pulled a confused face, shifting his gaze back and forth between the two of them.
"It's fine, Hinata," Naruto chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "At least he's making progress and speaking words on his own."
With a nod, Naruto headed down the hall toward the bathroom to clean up.
Once the bathroom door clicked shut, Hinata set the remaining utensils on the dining table and walked over to Kenji.
Leaning down near his ear, she whispered in a low, cautious voice, "Remember what we talked about, Kenji? You can't mention anything that happened earlier to your father."
Kenji looked up into her lavender eyes and gave a slow, obedient nod. "Okay... Mom."
Hinata let out a quiet sigh of relief, patting his shoulder gently. As she turned back toward the kitchen, a momentary pang of guilt flickered in her chest but she quickly pushed it down to focus on serving the meal.
Meanwhile, Kenji leaned back against the couch and opened his internal interface. The blue floating screen updated immediately before his eyes.
Name: Kenji
Rank: None
Skills:
Mind Manipulation (D-Grade)
Lust Manipulation (E-Grade)
A subtle smirk appeared on the corners of Kenji's lips as he reviewed his expanding status window. With these two skills lined up, things are about to get much more interesting around here.