After she finished speaking, she suddenly reached out and patted Mirai on the back of the head, “So half of this credit goes to you, fair enough?”
“Fair, fair.” Mirai’s mind was in a daze, being attracted somewhere, and he didn’t hear a single word at all.
“But the main reward is coming up,” Tsunade said casually, “Lie down, and I’ll give you a massage.”
This perverted brat had a habit of peeking at her breasts, and it wasn’t the first time; she just couldn’t be bothered to say anything about it.
“A massage? Is it like last time?” Mirai caught this sentence.
“Right, don’t you like getting massages? Courtesy demands reciprocity. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you enjoy it again.”
Tsunade patted the bed and told him to lie down on it.
Mirai immediately lay down properly and even asked, “Can you massage the front too?”
“Slap—” A gentle palm patted the back of his head.
“Of course not, you perverted brat. You’d better close your eyes too, and no peeking.”
“Tch, what’s so great about them, aren’t they just two lumps of meat?”
Tsunade clenched her fists, then loosened them.
Forget it, this brat doesn’t understand anything.
Seeing Mirai close his eyes, Tsunade placed her hands on her waist and then gave a pull.
Mirai heard the sound of a bath towel hitting the floor.
The next second, a pair of soft, huge, warm objects pressed against his back, accompanied by Tsunade’s long, comfortable sigh, “Mmm— After being tired all day, lying down is still the best—”
Mirai felt his entire body freeze up.
The tactile sensation on his back was absurdly soft, the warmth transmitted through his clothes, and the scent of Tsunade’s body wash drifted into his nose.
Her arms braced on both sides of him, her body leaning forward slightly, using that…
special weight to give him a shoulder and back massage.
“How is it? Your Sister Tsunade’s skills aren’t any worse than yours, right?” Tsunade smiled, completely oblivious.
Mirai buried his face in the pillow and muffled a response, “…Yeah.”
This feel, it was simply amazing!
If he grew up and Sister Tsunade was still willing to give him massages like this, that would be great.
At that time, he would definitely want it on the front…
Perhaps learning Sealing Jutsu took too much brainpower, or perhaps because Tsunade’s massage was too comfortable, Mirai unconsciously drifted off to sleep.
He only vaguely heard a sentence, “What the heck, what a smelly brat, he actually fell asleep under Lady Tsunade’s personal massage?”
…
In his dream, Uzumaki Mirai had grown quite a bit taller.
He was sitting on a wide sofa, holding Tsunade in his arms.
Her blonde hair scattered across his chest, and her entire body pressed against him, extremely soft, her eyes squinting like a lazy big cat.
Kushina was sitting on his lap, her red hair rubbing against his chin, looking up and saying something to him, but he couldn’t hear clearly.
There was also Mikoto-neesan, sitting on the armrest of the sofa, leaning against his shoulder, her long, straight black hair hanging down, covering half of her gentle, smiling face.
Mirai was just preparing to enjoy this blessings of multiple partners,
Then, out of nowhere, Naori popped up, holding a katana in her hand, pointing at him and shouting:
“Uzumaki Mirai, you scumbag! I want a duel with you!”
“Hey, wait a minute!”
Before he in the dream had time to explain, Naori’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red—a pair of Tomoe Sharingan spinning like two burning blood moons.
“Die—!”
“Wah!” Uzumaki Mirai jolted awake from his dream, almost springing up from the bed.
Outside the window, the sky was already bright, and the sound of birds chirping drifted in from the courtyard.
As for himself, he didn’t know when he had returned to his own room.
Sitting on the bed, he panted twice, his forehead covered in sweat.
“What kind of messy dream was that…” He rubbed his face, “Especially that last bit, Naori’s Sharingan looked so bewitching and evil! Will she have a Sharingan like that in the future?”
He lay back down, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while.
“It must be because I’ve been instigated too much by that bad woman Tsunade lately. That’s right, it’s all her fault for always walking around in front of me wearing so little, and from time to time even finishing a bath without wearing a bath towel, using me as a pillow to massage, which caused all these unhealthy thoughts in my head.”
He rolled over, pulled the blanket over his head, and decided to go back to sleep for a bit.
…
The next day at school, the head teacher Kishimoto Akaseki called Uzumaki Mirai to the office.
Kushina was alone in the classroom, still thinking about last night’s events—
That Sister Tsunade, what right did she have to kiss Mirai as soon as she got back?
Even if they were siblings, they shouldn’t do that, right?
She herself hadn’t even kissed him a few times…
No wait, she had never kissed him at all!
Yesterday, she was kissed!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Kushina closed her textbook and decided to go out for some fresh air.
A group of girls surrounded the classroom door; a glance over showed at least seven or eight people,
holding pink envelopes, whispering to each other, and standing on tiptoe to peer into the classroom.
A few others were clutching pens and paper in their hands, seemingly preparing to write something on the spot.
Kushina’s intuition told her that things weren’t quite right.
“What are you… doing?” she asked with a frown.
An upperclassman turned back to look at her, recognized her red hair and the face that often walked alongside Mirai, and then smiled: “Is classmate Mirai here? We have some things we’d like to give him.”
“What things?”
“Love letters, of course,” a classmate from the same grade beside her shook the pink envelope in her hand, her eyes sparkling, “And a few upperclassmen want to say a few words to him in person, so they asked us to bring them over.”
Kushina’s expression turned cold at a visible rate.
“Every single one of you, are you all here to give Mirai love letters?”
“That’s right, classmate Mirai is both powerful and good-looking, and his personality is so great. Who wouldn’t like him!”
That peer girl said self-righteously: “And I heard his family is connected to Lady Tsunade, with a great background too! If you don’t make a move early on a guy like this, he’ll definitely be snatched away by someone else in the future!”
Several girls nearby nodded in agreement.
Kushina’s fists tightened.
“He— is— not— here!” Her voice suddenly raised by several degrees, “You don’t need to come looking for him anymore in the future! Because Uzumaki Mirai already has a girlfriend!”
The doorway went quiet for a split second.
A group of girls looked at each other in dismay, and then the upperclassman raised an eyebrow: “Girlfriend? Who?”
“Me!” Kushina pointed at her own nose, her red hair fluttering behind her without any wind, “My name is Uzumaki Kushina, and I am Uzumaki Mirai’s girlfriend! All of you wild women, get lost far away from me!”
The air fell quiet for another two seconds.
Then the upperclassman let out a chuckle: “You? How old are you anyway? Does Mirai-kun know you’re talking nonsense outside?”
“I’m not talking nonsense! Yesterday he— he just did, anyway he is!”
“If you have the ability, make him admit it in person,” the peer girl curled her lip, “Just because you say so? I could also say I’m his girlfriend!”
“You—!”
Kushina was so angry her face turned red.
She inherently had a fiery temper.
Although she had restrained herself quite a bit over the past two years in the village due to Mito and Tsunade’s warnings, the powder keg attribute in her bones had never changed.
Provoked like this, her mind went hot, and she threw a heavy punch right at them.