The next morning, Mirai was woken by the heat.
He groggily opened his eyes and felt a ball of fire wriggling around in his arms.
Kushina had woken up at some point and was pressed all over him, her red hair brushing his chin as her warm breath fell against his collarbone.
"Mirai..." Her voice was muffled, with a hint of a coquettish nasal tone.
"Hmm?" Mirai's voice was still a little hoarse.
"I want more."
Mirai opened his eyes and looked down at her.
Kushina's face was buried in the pillow, with only half an eye peeking at him. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked both shy and brazen, like a newlywed bride.
"Again?" Mirai rubbed her head. "Didn't we agree to take it easy yesterday?"
"No!" Kushina wriggled against him again. "It's all your fault. You made me learn about... that feeling yesterday, and now I can't think about anything else."
"You've developed a taste for it, huh?"
"Yes! That's exactly it!" Kushina suddenly perked up, lifting her head with sparkling eyes. "That's exactly it! So hurry up—"
"Kushina, do you want me to use the Adamantine Sealing Chains to tie you to the bed?"
"You wouldn't dare!" Kushina glared at him, but she still stayed pressed against him.
"It's not like we have anything to do today. You're not training, Tsunade is off, Konan has school, and Yugito has school too... It's just the two of us at home."
The corner of Mirai's mouth twitched.
This girl had arranged everything, even calculating the free time down to the minute.
"Once."
"Twice."
"One and a half times."
"What? There's no such thing as half a time!"
"Then once it is. Any overtime counts as extra work."
"What extra work? Are you coming or not?"
Mirai rolled over