Elsewhere, as Gentō finished forming his hand seals, Mikoto suddenly stiffened while doing housework.
She felt a fine surge of electricity burst from the seal on her lower abdomen.
"Mm!"
The current darted through her body.
She bit her lip, but a soft moan still escaped her as she collapsed onto the floor, trembling slightly.
After a long while, the chakra finally subsided.
Bracing her hands against the floor, she slowly rose, a lingering blush still coloring her cheeks.
Itachi noticed something was wrong and looked at her with concern.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
Mikoto cleared her throat and straightened her collar, keeping her voice as calm as she could.
"Nothing, Itachi."
She paused, then added,
"I have something to do outside in a little while. Stay home and look after your brother."
Itachi nodded without asking any more questions.
The Anbu hadn't had many missions lately anyway, so he had plenty of time to train every day.
Helping his mother look after his brother occasionally wasn't bad either.
Once Itachi agreed, Mikoto turned and entered the Inner Room.
First, she carefully changed her clothes.
Then she faced the mirror, pinned her hair up again, and slipped in a plain hairpin.
She applied a little powder and a light touch of lipstick.
The woman in the mirror had shimmering eyes and rosy cheeks, her entire figure exuding the distinctive charm of a mature woman.
She picked up the bathing basket she had prepared earlier. Inside were a towel, a wooden comb, and a small jar of fragrant balm said to have aphrodisiac properties.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and left.
As she walked, she was still muttering inwardly.
Didn't I just go yesterday? Why does he want me again today...
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