First Time

When Uchiha Chen slowly drifted back to consciousness, the sun was already hanging high in the sky, the time nearing high noon.

He looked around in a daze, only to find that Mikoto, who had been by his side, had already quietly slipped away.

Just as he prepared to rise, a soft creak echoed as the door was slowly pushed open, and a slender, graceful figure appeared before his eyes.

The visitor was dressed in a plain-colored gown, carrying an exquisite tray with light, elegant steps, as if she had stepped right out of a painting.

On the tray sat several dishes of steaming, fragrant food, clearly prepared by Mikoto's own hands.

Seeing Uchiha Chen wake up, Mikoto's eyes, previously calm as water, instantly brightened, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Chen, you're finally awake. Come and taste the meal I've prepared."

Mikoto spoke in a soft, melodic whisper, her voice as beautiful as a heavenly song.

With that, she carried the tray gracefully to Uchiha Chen's side, knelt on both knees, and gently set the tray aside.

Then, those slender, jade-like hands, soft and supple as marshmallows, brushed over Uchiha Chen's body like a spring breeze. Her movements were as natural and fluid as a devoted wife tending to her husband, carefully smoothing out the clothes that had become wrinkled and disheveled from his deep slumber.

Uchiha Chen watched it all in silence, his heart filled with satisfaction, indulging himself in this thick, honeyed affection.

Finally, he reached out his arms to wrap them tightly around Mikoto's slender, fragile waist, enjoying the sumptuous lunch as she fed him with meticulous care.

Once he had his fill of food and wine, Uchiha Chen subconsciously reached his hand back into Mikoto's bodice while casually asking about the whereabouts of the others.

Faced with Uchiha Chen's such wanton behavior, Mikoto did not stop him; instead, she began to enjoy it with a face full of shyness, even actively reciprocating.

One must know that for the past month, it had always been a Shadow Clone playing with Uchiha Chen. Although each dispelling brought a fleeting moment of pleasure, as time passed and that joy faded, it was replaced by an endless sense of emptiness and loneliness.

Now that Fugaku was under control, there was no one left who could stop us.

Thinking of this, she gripped my clothes tightly, inhaling the scent on my body with increasing greed.

Only when she heard Uchiha Chen's question did she snap out of her trance, answering shyly: "Fugaku went to the Hokage Building with the Anbu to report the situation and has yet to return.

Itachi was dragged off to training by Shisui, so right now, only you, me, and Sasuke are in the house..." Halfway through her sentence, she seemed to realize her words carried a suggestive undertone, and her cheeks turned even redder.

Uchiha Chen, of course, understood the deeper meaning behind Mikoto's words, and a brilliant smile could not help but bloom on his face.

However, Uchiha Chen did not pounce like a starving tiger; instead, he teased, "Since that's the case, why don't you hurry up and undress me?"

Under Mikoto's ministrations, Uchiha Chen relaxed and spread his arms, immersing his whole being in this incredibly wonderful moment.

Their clothes slowly slipped away, revealing Mikoto's skin, which was as translucent and white as mutton-fat jade, soft and delicate as ivory to the touch, making one unable to help but sink into it, unable to extricate oneself.

Uchiha Chen stared intently at Mikoto before him; her soft, lustrous hair hung down naturally, brushing against her cheeks like silk sliding over skin.

The smile on her lips remained gentle and lovely, but deep within her eyes, a profound and burning emotion began to surface.

Uchiha Chen couldn't help but reach out his fingers to touch Mikoto's jade-like, warm, and smooth skin, his breathing beginning to quicken.

In the soft, melodic sound of Mikoto's voice, Uchiha Chen experienced an indescribable temptation, his inner desires gushing forth like a burst dam, instantly shattering the last line of defense of his reason.

Without hesitation, he scooped Mikoto up by the waist and carefully placed her in the center of the soft, comfortable bed.

As time ticked by, Uchiha Chen felt increasingly spirited, his face filled with a look of utter contentment.

A flicker of doubt crossed his heart, as if he had forgotten some agreement, but it was instantly cast to the back of his mind amidst the comfort.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Izumi, who was waiting by the river as usual, silently looked up at the setting sun sinking into the west. A wave of intense disappointment welled up in her heart, and she could only helplessly lower her head in silence.

In a daze, she seemed to see a figure waving at her on the path illuminated by the sunset.

A joyful smile instantly bloomed on her face, and she lifted her feet to run forward without hesitation. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized it was merely a phantom, not Uchiha Chen—just an illusion created by the sunlight filtering through the trees.

In an instant, a surge of intense grievance welled up in her heart.

It felt as if all the joy and laughter of the past month were as fragile and illusory as bubbles.

She remained silent, letting time slip away until the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by the boundless darkness.

Only then did she quietly return home, push open the door, and face the pitch-black house, whispering softly, "I'm home." After saying this, she turned on the light, walked straight to the refrigerator, took out a pre-prepared meal, and ate it in silence.

Then, she dragged her heavy feet to bed, slowly closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep. The bright moonlight spilled onto her youthful face, and only then could one see that, at some point, tears had quietly traced paths down her cheeks, leaving behind mottled tear stains.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Uchiha Chen sat generously at the dining table in Fugaku's home, with Mikoto, who was currently introducing me to Itachi, by his side.

"This is Uchiha Chen, a younger brother I recently recognized.

His house in the clan grounds was unfortunately destroyed, and since we happen to have extra rooms, I invited him to stay with us for a while.

You can call him Uncle Chen." Hearing these words from his mother, Uchiha Itachi felt a bit surprised, but he did not say much.

His excellent upbringing taught him that in front of outsiders, especially strangers he had just met, one should never easily reveal one's doubts and confusion.

Although his heart was full of questions—why would someone met for the first time be arranged to live in their home?—since even his father had no objections, Itachi naturally would not ask further.

He simply turned his head, looked at me with a blank expression, and said in a cold tone: "Uncle Chen, nice to meet you, please take care of me."

After the simple greeting, Itachi ignored Uchiha Chen, as if I were nothing more than air.

As for this attitude, Uchiha Chen didn't really care.

After all, in a sense, he could now be considered Itachi's father. When it comes to children, one should be more tolerant and understanding.

Thinking that the future "Itachi-god" had now secretly become his own son, his mood became even more pleasant.