Meanwhile.
Mikoto, who was doing housework at home, suddenly stirred.
She immediately stood up and told Itachi:
"Mom has something to go out for in a little while. Stay home and look after your little brother."
Itachi nodded without asking any 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 little brother occasionally wasn't bad either.
Once Itachi agreed, Mikoto turned and went into the inner room.
First, she carefully changed her clothes.
Then, facing the mirror, she put her hair up again and slipped in a plain-colored hairpin.
She also applied a light dusting of powder and a touch of pale lipstick.
The woman in the mirror had expressive eyes and a peach-blossom complexion, her whole figure exuding the distinctive allure of a mature woman.
She picked up the bathing basket she had prepared earlier, containing a towel, a wooden comb, and a small jar of fragrant balm said to have an aphrodisiac effect.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and left.
As she walked, she was still muttering inwardly:
Didn't I just come yesterday? Why does he want to again today...?
Yet as she thought this, scenes from yesterday at Xuandou's house involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
She remembered his strong hands, his muscular physique, and those blush-inducing scenes...
Mikoto's cheeks grew hot again.
Before long, she arrived at the entrance to Desire Hot Springs.
She spotted Xuandou standing there from a distance.
Xuandou looked up, and his gaze briefly lingered.
Mikoto wore a purple kimono patterned with tiny flowers. The soft fabric lay snugly against her, tracing her voluptuous curves just right.
The sash at her waist cinched it slender, while below it, her figure abruptly grew fuller, filling