"Phew... phew..."
At some point, Hyuga Wuye had ended up reclining against the soft bench.
Kushina's small body leaned against his chest, her breathing weak and uneven, her eyes tightly shut.
As for what had happened in the meantime, those who understood, understood. Those who did not, it was inconvenient to describe.
The power of censorship was greater than the heavens, and mosaics had covered the entire scene.
"Did that feel good?"
Wuye lowered his head, moved aside a damp strand of hair, brought his lips close to Kushina's ear, and asked softly.
After three months of studying and practicing medical ninjutsu, his understanding of the human body had become incomparable to what it had once been.
Even the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Scatterhands, Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Palms, and One Hundred and Eight Peak-Ascending Fingers had all evolved once over. When he used them, he incorporated massage techniques and struck straight at the source.
No woman could escape the power of one of his hands. If there was one, then he would use both hands!
Of course, Kushina was still young. He had not gone mad enough to develop her yet.
Just now, he had merely pressed a few acupoints and helped her relax from head to toe. That was all.
Any other pleasurable sensations had merely been complimentary gifts.
"You're awful..."
Kushina buried her little head against his chest without looking up, only raising a tiny fist to weakly thump his chest.
Wuye smiled silently and gently stroked her smooth red hair, helping her settle the lingering aftereffects.
Bang!
Then he suddenly pulled out a scroll, unfurled it, formed hand seals, and pressed his palm onto it.
With another bang, a soft quilt appeared in his hands.
Wuye opened it and draped it over himself and Kushina.
"Huh? You used