The Obsessive Embrace and You Pushing Me Away Only Makes Me Hold On Tighter

"Click—"

The steel-forged doorknob twisted into a lump of scrap metal under the terrifying grip force from outside.

Outside the corridor, Namikaze Minato's voice remained gentle, without even a hint of fluctuation. Yet, the chakra seeping through the door cracks was as cold as an ice blade in the dead of winter, slicing through the stagnant air of the ward inch by inch.

Baishi was pinned to the hospital bed, his pupils contracting sharply.

Minato had arrived.

This future Fourth Hokage, Konoha's most perfect Yellow Flash, was standing just one door away. The moment that door was pushed open, the moment Minato saw his fiancée straddling a half-naked ANBU cannon fodder, the few trump cards Baishi had just accumulated would undoubtedly be crushed into powder by the enraged Kage-level powerhouse.

"Lady Kushina," Baishi's voice was kept very low, carrying a precise measure of panic and warning. "Lord Minato is outside. What you are doing now will destroy your engagement and kill me as well."

He tried to pull back his right hand, which was being held down firmly.

But under the infusion of the Nine-Tails' chakra, Kushina's strength was astonishing. The scorching red aura spread along her wrists like red-hot shackles, pinning Baishi's wrist firmly to the bed frame.

Baishi had assumed that Minato's appearance would at least allow this out-of-control woman to regain a shred of sanity.

But he had underestimated the soul resonance the Simulator had brought to Kushina, and even more so, the stubbornness ingrained in the Uzumaki Clan.

Kushina didn't even turn back to look at the iron door that was shaking violently.

Her dark golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at Baishi's face. The tear tracks at the corners of her eyes evaporated, replaced by a morbid possessiveness that made one's scalp tingle.

"The more you try to push me away, the tighter I will hold onto you."

Kushina's voice was hoarse, revealing a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

The next second, she lowered her head abruptly.

"Ugh!"

Baishi let out an extremely suppressed groan, the veins on his neck bulging instantly.

Without a moment's hesitation, without a shred of mercy, Kushina opened her mouth and bit down hard on Baishi's uninjured right shoulder.

Sharp teeth instantly pierced the taut skin; the pain of tearing muscle accompanied a surge of scalding heat that rushed directly into Baishi's brain along his nerves. Fresh blood welled up, winding down the lines of Baishi's toned chest muscles, staining the pure white sheets red, and staining the corners of Kushina's lips as well.

She was insane.

This woman was truly, completely insane!

Baishi gritted his teeth, forcing himself to swallow the cry of pain that had reached his lips. He was an extremely rational egoist; through countless tests on the edge of life and death, he had long been accustomed to calculating the gain and loss of every bit of chakra, calculating the maximization of benefits for every action.

But at this moment, the intense pain from his shoulder and the heavy, soft weight pressing against his body caused his brain to go momentarily blank.

"Listen well..."

Kushina released her teeth, her lips pressed against Baishi's mangled shoulder, her warm breath mixed with the thick scent of blood, hitting Baishi's eardrum directly.

"No matter how despicable you claim to be, no matter how long you intend to hide behind that ANBU mask, this mark will remain on you forever."

She slowly lifted her head, her long red hair draped over Baishi's chest. Her beautiful face was smeared with eerie blood, and she smiled in a way that made one's heart race with fear.

"Even if I have to go to hell, even if I have to stand against all of Konoha, I will never allow you to abandon me alone again. Don't even think about pushing me back to Minato, don't even think about it!"

BOOM!

The moment Kushina declared her vow, the iron door of the ward let out a deafening, unbearable groan.

Outside the door, Namikaze Minato's patience had finally run out.

"Kushina, I will say this one last time: step back."

Minato's voice had completely lost its warmth. Following this sentence, an extremely sharp fluctuation of space-time chakra slammed into the barrier of the Adamantine Sealing Chains.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The golden chakra chains locked around the door frame began to tremble violently, fine cracks appearing on their surface. The space-time cutting power of the Flying Thunder God was forcibly tearing through the Uzumaki Clan's top-tier sealing jutsu.

Baishi's peripheral vision darted toward the crumbling door, his brain spinning frantically.

He must not let Minato see him looking so "composed."

He had to play the role of the vulnerable victim to the extreme!

Baishi took a deep breath, forcibly cutting off the Lightning Release chakra he had been preparing to use for resistance. He let the blood flow from his shoulder, intentionally relaxing his body to feign the weakness of someone completely suppressed by the Nine-Tails' chakra and drained of energy.

He even forced himself to breathe rapidly, beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his eyes revealing just the right amount of fear toward death and the wrath of the higher-ups.

"BANG!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

The heavy steel door, along with the wall bricks around the frame, was blasted into smithereens by a violent, swirling airflow. Brick fragments mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder instantly flooded into the small ward.

The intense shockwave overturned the bedside table, medicine bottles smashed onto the floor, and glass shards flew everywhere.

Amidst the swirling dust, a golden figure stepped over the wreckage and walked slowly into the ward.

Namikaze Minato was not wearing his signature Hokage Haori, only a standard Konoha Jonin vest. But at this moment, the chakra swirling around him was so manic it felt tangible, and even his golden spiky hair stood on end in the airflow.

His blue eyes, usually as gentle as water, were now terrifyingly gloomy.

His gaze pierced through the dissipating smoke. Minato's eyes did not land on the rubble on the floor, nor did they look at the shattered golden chains; instead, like a tangible sword, they locked firmly onto the hospital bed.

The air froze completely at this moment.

Minato's breath hitched.

What was he seeing?

His high-and-mighty fiancée, a woman whom even the upper echelons of Konoha dared not easily provoke, that hot-tempered Bloody Habanero, was currently straddling this low-ranking ANBU named Baishi in an incredibly intimate, protective posture.

Kushina's hands were pressed firmly onto Baishi's shoulders, her long red hair intertwined with his short black hair. Most jarring of all, a smear of crimson blood still lingered at the corner of Kushina's mouth, while a deep, bone-reaching bite mark was clearly imprinted on Baishi's bare right shoulder.

This was no interrogation.

This was a fanatical marking—a frantic act that only a beast would perform when declaring ownership over a mate.

Minato's hands, hanging at his sides, clenched violently. The veins on the back of his hands bulged like coiling dragons, his fingernails nearly piercing the skin of his palms.

A trace of killing intent, infinitesimal yet pure to the extreme, radiated from the perfect genius.

"Lord Minato..."

Baishi lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper. He coughed violently twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and spoke in a tone of extreme weakness and terror: "I... I don't know why Lady Kushina is acting like this... I'm just an ANBU carrying out a mission..."

He portrayed the panic and helplessness of a low-level cannon fodder caught in the crossfire of powerful figures with chilling precision.

"Shut up."

Kushina whipped her head around, her dark golden vertical pupils sweeping coldly over Minato.

Not only did she refuse to get off Baishi, but she lowered her body even further, shielding him completely beneath her back. The Nine-Tails' red chakra roiled behind her, faintly coalescing into the phantom of a manic fox tail that pointed directly at Minato in the doorway.

"Minato, get out." Kushina's voice was icy, carrying an unquestionable tone of dismissal. "This has nothing to do with you."

Minato's pupils contracted sharply.

He watched the woman he loved baring her fangs at him like a mother wolf protecting her cub. And the one she was shielding beneath her was a low-level ant he had only just begun to suspect yesterday—a man he had even considered killing.

Jealousy, rage, confusion, and an unprecedented sense of defeat gnawed at Minato's heart like a viper.

"Kushina, your mind has been affected by the Nine-Tails' chakra."

Minato took a deep breath, forcing his voice to remain level. He stepped toward the hospital bed, and with every step he took, the tiles beneath his feet shattered silently into powder.

"This man is extremely dangerous. He survived an ambush by Iwagakure, and the traces at the scene were all forged. He is no low-level cannon fodder; he is lying to you, lying to everyone."

Minato raised his right hand, and a custom-made three-pronged kunai slid silently into his palm. The blade, shimmering with a cold light, crossed over Kushina's shoulder and locked precisely onto the carotid artery in Baishi's throat.

"Now, move aside. I am taking him to the interrogation room to pry his mouth open myself."

Minato's wrist dipped slightly, and the Flying Thunder God chakra compressed frantically at the tip of the kunai, emitting a faint humming sound.

Lying on the bed, Baishi could clearly feel that bone-chilling coldness pressing against his skin.

He lowered his eyelids, masking the fleeting, cold calculation in his eyes. In the blind spot of Kushina's vision, his right index and middle fingers hooked onto the edge of a miniature Explosive Tag with extreme stealth.

If Minato dared to swing that kunai down.

He wouldn't mind detonating a firework of flesh and blood right here in this hospital room—one powerful enough to flip half of Konoha Hospital.