Big and White

After the initial excitement, the lights in the Uchiha compound gradually dimmed.

"Ren... I should go back."

A low, panting whisper brushed past his ear as the gentle older sister propped up her soft body.

Under the soft moonlight outside the window, a few strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks; at this moment, Uchiha Mikoto was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Mm, take care on your way, sister."

Ren responded lazily, his voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness from being well-fed.

Just moments ago, in that intoxicating haven of tenderness, his usually chaste fiancée had uncharacteristically indulged his pushiness, allowing him to fully explore the exquisite beauty of those undulating peaks.

They were truly large, white, and soft.

He watched as a slightly nervous Mikoto tidied her disheveled figure, feeling satisfied while a wicked smirk curled the corner of his mouth.

"However, Sister Mikoto."

Ren lowered his voice even further, like a big bad wolf tempting Little Red Riding Hood, "Next time... could we perhaps..."

"No being lewd!"

Mikoto, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly used both hands to form an "X" over her lively, snowy-white chest, glaring at him with a blushing face.

That look was less of a warning and more of a coquettish rebuke.

Her shimmering, watery eyes were filled with the shyness of a novice and the lingering passion from their recent intimacy.

I don't know what came over me tonight, to be so wheedled and pestered by this rascal that I half-heartedly gave in to such... such shameful things.

"What do you mean no being lewd? It was clear that you were feeling it too, sister."

Ren leaned forward and grasped the wrist Mikoto hadn't yet managed to pull away.

Mikoto struggled symbolically, her strength so weak it was practically an invitation to continue.

Looking up, she collided with Ren's burning gaze and trembled as she spoke.

"Ren~"

"I know, we'll talk about next time... next time."

Ren whispered, his voice carrying a reassuring magnetism, "But tonight's 'farewell ceremony' cannot be skipped."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head.

A long while later, their lips parted.

A thin, ambiguous silver thread flashed and vanished in the moonlight.

Mikoto's cheeks were crimson, her breathing slightly ragged, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

"I... I really have to go."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, carrying a moving, husky tone.

Worried that her dear younger brother hadn't had his fill, Mikoto bit her thin lip and whispered, "After we're married... you can do whatever you want..."

Only then did Ren release her, satisfied. He looked at his fiancée, whose face was like a peach blossom and whose eyes held the shimmer of spring, and urged her softly.

"Mm, be careful on the road."

Mikoto gave a soft "mm," then turned and left as if fleeing, her footsteps carrying a hint of panic as her slender silhouette vanished into the night outside the door.

Ren stood by the window, gazing in the direction she had left, and only after that lovely figure turned back to wave at him and disappeared completely around the corner did he turn and sit back down on the sofa.

He closed his eyes slightly, the power of his Sharingan flowing silently, and with a faint ripple of chakra and a soft "poof" sound—

Accompanied by the sound of the cushion depressing under a heavy object, a chubby orange cat appeared on the sofa—it was Daju, who had been sleeping soundly.

It lay sprawled out, its furry belly rising and falling with its breath, its whiskers occasionally twitching contentedly, and from time to time, the cat's mouth would mutter, "Ayan, I love you."

Ren rubbed his brow, not immediately waking the lovesick cat.

His Sharingan's ocular power was a universal energy, and it could simulate chakra as well.

For familiar ninjutsu, he just had to glare, and whatever he wanted would manifest.

It was the same principle as Senju Hashirama clapping his hands together and shouting whatever he needed.

It was just that he kept this trick well-hidden; not a single person knew about it.

The only problem was that the ocular power consumption was several times higher than releasing ninjutsu normally.

"Daju, I'm hungry."

"Hurry up and make a midnight snack."

The sudden, familiar voice was like a bucket of cold water.

Daju's round body stood up abruptly, as if by reflex.

Its eyes, usually narrowed into slits, opened just a crack, filled with the confusion and daze of someone forcibly dragged out of a sweet dream.

It raised a paw and instinctively rubbed its eyes, only to see the calm face of its master.

He subconsciously turned his head to glance at the bright moon outside the window, the confusion in his eyes quickly transforming into deep resentment.

Of course, he didn't dare to protest, at most he could only grumble a few words in his heart.

Daju first stretched in a cat-like manner, spreading every toe wide, before reluctantly jumping off the sofa.

He "rolled" toward the kitchen, his tail dragging listlessly behind him, sweeping the floor with every step.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

With a "poof," two clones wearing miniature Uchiha Clan outfits appeared.

One clone skillfully stood on its hind legs, gripping a spatula with its paw, while the other jumped onto the counter to prepare ingredients. The original body lay at the kitchen entrance, slowly drifting back to sleep.

Ren leaned back comfortably on the sofa, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, and sank his consciousness into the Sharingan space that belonged solely to him.

He had been busy all day, and tonight, taking advantage of Mikoto being in an excellent mood, he had finally reached a long-awaited "milestone," so only now did he have time to draw a prize.

In the void of his consciousness, that ancient and solemn Cyan-White Stone Gate stood silently.

He familiarly poured his ocular power into it, and the intricate patterns on the gate lit up one by one, flowing and converging.

Finally, a crystalline bubble slowly emerged from the center of the light and floated before his eyes.

Inside the bubble, an object was quietly suspended—

Its design blended transparent crystal with smooth marble; the exquisite, palm-sized object looked so sacred and magnificent that it made Ren's eyes widen.

"Holy crap, is this something I can actually pull? What about Daigo?!"

"Forget it, it's not important."

"Anyway, for those attacked by monsters, a bow and an apology is all they ever do."

[Item: Spark Lens]

[Evaluation: An unremarkable piece of art in the hands of most, but in the hands of a specific person, it will bloom with light that reverses desperate situations—remember, love is a light.]

[Origin: Ultraman Tiga]

In reality, Ren suddenly opened his eyes. Without the slightest pause, he moved his mind, and the bubble manifested in the real world.

He grabbed the Spark Lens.

The texture was strange, possessing both the solid quality of metal and a certain warm, rhythmic pulse of life.

The magnificent and sacred design shimmered with an indescribable radiance under the light.

Ren stroked the Spark Lens over and over again; the icy, smooth touch seemed to seep into his heart, making him unable to put it down.

Deep within his usually calm eyes, uncontrollable excitement surged.

This was the dream of his childhood!

Ren's figure suddenly blurred, and the next instant, he appeared directly in the bedroom on the second floor.

"Bang," "click," a few soft sounds followed.

He quickly closed and locked all the doors and windows with lightning speed, ensuring there was no possibility of being spied upon.