Holding Hands, Touching, Just Being Together Felt So Comfortable-Ino Took the Initiative

Naruto to himself, "What's with that surprised tone?" He glanced at the old lady and saw that she didn't look well, so he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

After the meal, he cleared away the dishes and chopsticks.

Standing at over six feet tall, he moved deftly and skillfully around the cramped sink. After finishing, he leaned against the door to rest, leaving the dishes to drain on the rack.

In the dim light, he instinctively reached for a glass of water. He used to smoke before coming to this world, but he stopped after transmigrating.

The main thing is that I don't have any worries or addictions, and I drink plenty of water.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Ino appeared out of nowhere, holding a glass of water, and handed it to him with a smile. "Here you go, I guessed you were looking for this?"

"Thank you." Naruto accepted it without hesitation.

"You guessed right! How did you know Grandma would agree to let you cook?" Ino asked curiously, standing beside him.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Where is your maternal grandmother?" he asked.

"Grandma is tired and has gone to rest," Ino replied.

"That's good." Naruto took a sip of water and glanced at her slowly. "The old lady is petty. It would be troublesome if she heard us later."

"What did you say?" Ino lightly punched him, annoyed. "You're not allowed to talk about your grandmother like that."

"Okay, fine, I won't say then."

In such trivial matters, he was quite willing to accommodate Ino. Even cooking for the old lady was just something he did to make her happy.

Regardless of whether she succeeds or not, Ino will be very happy.

"The old lady is quite arrogant. She probably thinks I'm your boyfriend, so she'll definitely want to boss me around," Naruto said. "If it were me, I would also want to test her."

"It's that simple?"

"Otherwise what?" Naruto was somewhat speechless. "Once this period is over, the old lady won't have a chance to get to know me anymore. Isn't she afraid that I'll go back and take advantage of you?"

"Even if I'm arrogant, I'll put aside my temper for you and want to help you see if I'm some kind of shady person."

"In the end, the old lady still loves her granddaughter very much, though she didn't show it on her face. Who knows what she's thinking about me? I bet she wants to sweep away the person who kidnapped her granddaughter with a broom."

"Hmm." Ino didn't know what to say. "Who would let you take advantage of them?"

"Where are we sleeping tonight?" Naruto didn't dwell on the fact that he had taken advantage of Naruto, but instead asked about where they would sleep that night.

"Want to sleep with me? Dream on!" Ino wasn't fooled, made a face, and ran away.

Naruto didn't pay any attention and put the water glass aside. He stood in the dimly lit corridor for a while, then silently took the water glass and turned back to the living room.

The bathroom light was on, Naruto simply sat down on the sofa. The old lady had probably already gone to bed; the living room was quiet, with an old crystal chandelier shining from above.

With a click, a sliver of light appeared at the other end of the bathroom. The old floor was faded, but visibly clean, suggesting the old lady cleaned it meticulously regularly.

The only carpet in the entire living room was around the sofa; all the other carpets had been removed. Perhaps cleaning them would have been too much work, so they simply removed them.

Ino came out wearing loose pajamas, her whole body emitting wisps of white steam, her skin fair with a pinkish tinge.

"You can sleep in another room tonight. I've cleaned it. You can stay for a few nights, though," Ino said, sitting down on the other side of the sofa and drying her wet hair.

"And what about you?" he asked.

"The room next to Grandma's, give up, absolutely! I will never let you succeed! You pervert!" Ino said with a contemptuous expression, her words contradicting her true feelings.

"That's going too far. I'm not that shallow," he said, lying on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, right," Ino muttered, but her tone immediately softened. "I still want to thank you for coming with me to see my grandmother."

"It's because you're pretty."

Ino: "."

He tossed out a sentence, got up, and was about to take a shower. His clothes were all in the Sealing Space; he could easily retrieve them with a flick of his wrist. He grabbed a set of pajamas and was about to leave when he heard Ino on the sofa ask a question.

"What if I'm not pretty?"

"Then you'll be a good person."

"What do you mean?" Ino didn't understand, her soft lips slightly parted as she stared at him.

"It's nothing, I'm going to take a shower." He decisively slipped away.

When Naruto came out of the shower, Ino had already dried her hair, but she didn't go back to her room immediately. Instead, she sat reservedly on the sofa, intently fiddling with something under the lamp.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a communicator.

"Why did you bring it out?" He dried his hair, leaned back on the sofa, glanced at her, and said, "You have to take care of your parents and work in your spare time. Don't you find it tiring?"

"After all, it's my own business, so it's not too hard." Ino was in high spirits, sometimes fiddling with the communicator on the table, which was probably the latest generation, and sometimes frowning.

Which generation is it?

"Twelve," Ino said without looking up.

"It's almost ready. When I get back, I'll find some time to talk to Lord Tsunade about the communicator. It's about time to put it on the agenda," he said.

"Huh? But I'm not sure yet, what if..." Ino looked up at him nervously.

"What if there's something better? What if there's a loophole? Are you worried about that?" Naruto raised his hand, placed it on the armrest, and asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yes." Ino hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat dejected. "The village's intelligence security cannot be compromised. If it is, I might also implicate Father and Lord Tsunade."

"Don't overthink it," Naruto said with a smile. "It's easy to handle. We can just test it first. Besides, the village really needs it, and Lord Tsunade supports it. Just go for it without worry."

"Hmm." Ino lowered her head, revealing her fair neck. She fiddled with the communicator for a while, thinking about what Naruto had just said, but her mind was blank.

Naruto saw her staring blankly at the communicator and couldn't help but ask her a question.

Have you washed your feet?

"What!" Ino immediately became alert. The thought that this person had a hidden foot fetish made her involuntarily pull her white feet further in.

"Just asking."

"Impossible! You definitely want to touch it!"

"Yes, I think so."

Ino: "."

This time, it was Ino's turn to be speechless. After a long silence, she looked up and saw Naruto beckoning her over. The dimly lit living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"What?" She was somewhat reluctant, but she still got up and sat down quietly, keeping a distance of three hand widths between them.

I want to kiss you.

Ino thought this person was shameless, but he could also say sweet words. Even if someone was unwilling, he would coax them into agreeing after a few words.

Ino mainly enjoys the intimacy with Naruto, whether it's holding hands or kissing. During these interactions, she always feels a sweet, contentment.

Many times she didn't want to say it, for fear that he would take advantage of her. Ino felt that the pace was just right, neither too fast nor too slow, a speed she could accept.

"You can only kiss me once, and you're not allowed to touch me anywhere else," she said with a stern face.

"Good."

After they finished showering, their breaths mingled, and they kissed for a while before separating. Ino was a little out of breath, her face flushed. Whether she felt comfortable or not was written all over her face; it didn't even need to be asked.

Naruto likes Ino for this one reason only, even though he says one thing but does another.

However, having promised not to touch him inappropriately, he truly refrained from doing so, restraining himself for a while before letting go. After all, this wasn't his home, nor was it a private place.

The old lady was probably asleep, but it was hard to say whether she was dead from her sleep. Both of them were full of energy, and their bodies were already ripe for fire; if things went too far, it would be troublesome.

Teenagers at this age are like iron; it would be a lie to say they don't want it. But they still have some restraint and aren't completely controlled by their desires; they know when it's appropriate and when it's not.

It's quite inappropriate now. If something happens, he could just walk away cleanly. But Ino would be hurt, and it would likely affect her relationship with the old lady.

Given the old lady's stubborn personality, she'll probably end up all alone. If she gets so arrogant that she doesn't even want to see Ino anymore, that would be troublesome.

That was something he didn't want to see, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

"Naruto." Ino's face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with a dreamy light. She leaned closer to him and murmured, "Why does kissing feel so good?"

"It would be more comfortable if I could use my own hands," he said.

"No, it will look weird." Ino pushed him away and quickly went back to her room, leaving Naruto with only her back to her.

Naruto grabbed a towel that was scattered on the sofa. He had taken it from the Sealing Space. He quickly wiped his head with the towel and then lowered his head, lost in thought.

Sakura's behavior was a little strange as she was leaving the house.

Although I managed to get that Nine-Tails up there, I don't know if anything will go wrong. I hope not. Thinking about it this way, I actually have quite a few worries.

If you don't get involved in many things, it's none of your business; if you really meddle in everything, you'll probably be so worried you can't sleep at night. Fortunately, he's not very compassionate and only cares about a small part of things.

Close the door.

Ino leaned against the door, her body sliding down weakly. She liked this feeling of intimacy, whether it was kissing or holding hands, it was all very comfortable.

But she noticed that Naruto didn't seem very satisfied, looking rather uninterested. It seemed... it seemed he was only acting that way to appease her.

She felt she had to do something, but after struggling for a while, she still hesitated. She knew his habits, but it was hard for her to guess what he was thinking.

Ino leaned against the door, swallowed hard, and her ears turned red.

"I'm really crazy."

With a click, Naruto looked up and saw Ino walking quickly out of the room. Without a word, she pressed him down on the sofa and kissed him for a while longer.

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