As evening fell and the last rays of the sun disappeared, we stopped for the night in a small clearing. In general, the whole forest of the Fire Country was somewhat ornamental, too well-maintained.
There were not many bushes and brushwood, the grass between the trees was knee-high to me, and there was no presence of weeds, so familiar to the eye in garden plots and vegetable gardens. It felt as if the whole country used to consist of meadows, and then someone took and grew a thousand-year-old forest.
The rumor that Hashirama Senju had grown all the forests of the Fire Country in a couple of steps was true. And most importantly, cutting down one of these trees is enough to produce tons of wood. No one here would cut down forests just for export.
My mother had brought a big two-person tent for the night, and thanks to the sealing scrolls, we didn't even have to put it up - it was enough to print it out. The Chunins looked at us with envy as they pulled sleeping bags out of their backpacks.
Eh, someday I'll know how to make such things! The Jounin were not much different from them, with the only difference being that their camping gear was sealed in small palm-sized scrolls, while ours was elbow-long and contained not only a tent but a bunch of other stuff as well.
Despite Konoha's alliance with Uzushio, the various products of seal masters were expensive and not every shinobi could afford anything other than explosive seals and simple sealing scrolls. After a quick meal, the djonins distributed the order of duty at night among their wards and we went to bed.
My mom, after a little banter with Linley, suggested that she spend the night with us. I wasn't even close to being an adult, so the three of us all fit in without any problems. Two futons were moved closer together, with me in the middle and Senju and Saya on either side of me. I had a chance to look at Linley's ample bust, and she had a great figure, especially in black lingerie. It was a man's dream, because when I changed into my nightclothes I was shown almost everything but the most important thing.
Yeah, I was about to get a nosebleed... maybe. But I was indifferent - first of all, I'd been sleeping with my mother half the time for the past few months, since Ryuta's death had affected her a lot and she was trying to keep me in sight, secondly, when you'd been breastfeeding for over a year, you got used to seeing that part of a woman's body, so I didn't see anything new, and thirdly, when you were four years old, breasts attracted you only as a pillow and didn't evoke any other feelings, no matter how much experience you'd had.
So I let myself change into my favorite pajamas with an adorable cap in the form of a deer with antlers, I snuggled up to my mom and fell asleep quickly.
I woke up to something heavy piled on top of me, preventing me from breathing freely. Grumbling unhappily, I opened my eyes and tried to look around.
The key word was "tried," because I failed. When I got out of the sleepy fog that filled my head, I found that the sleeping positions in the tent had changed overnight, and I was now being used as a pylon for the jonin who was pressing her breasts down on top of me.
Let's not forget the fact that I was being squeezed by the arms of the same brazen kunoichi wrapped around my breasts, and my legs were pressed against her pelvis, preventing any movement. Beautiful, just beautiful! Trying to twist away, I only succeeded in making the embrace tighter.
Puffing a little from the effort, I stopped and thought about how I could get out of this awkward position, but I had to stop when I heard a stifled chuckle from the side. Puffing, I managed to move my head sideways and turned it to look to the right. I was not at all pleased with the picture. Not at all!
What I saw was my mom choking on laughter, biting her knuckle and trying to make as little sound as possible. It worked only until she saw my indignant face. Then the traitor burst into laughter and started rolling around on the futon holding her stomach! She was watching my agony!
- Ka-chan!!!
But my attempt to appeal to my parent's conscience did not succeed, only generating a new wave of fun. As I puffed up, I mumbled to myself about the unfairness of life and the insolent Senju who unabashedly use others as their pylons while trying to strangle them!
Unfortunately, being pinned down by three or four times your body weight wasn't much of an outrage, but I could hide the smile that crept onto my face at the sound of such gleeful and sincere laughter.
It's at times like this that I realize how young Saya still is - twenty-two years old, and for a shinobi that's considered the middle of life. It's all the more gratifying that she's still laughing so happily even after her father's death.
The whole commotion finally woke Senju up, and without letting go of me, she started to complain that she couldn't sleep properly.
"By the way, others also want to sleep long when they're not squeezed like soft toys and not used as pillows!" I grumbled indignantly from under her.
At first, Linli froze, obviously only then realizing that she was hugging someone, and then she lifted herself slightly and glanced at my outraged face.
"What a cutie!"
If there was still hope in my head that I would be released immediately, it was buried with this exclamation. They started squeezing me again, and no protests or resistance could interrupt this process. Lord, do all women experience such weakness towards beautiful children?
Shikaku, for example, isn't squeezed by anyone, including his mother, while both of them gladly squeeze me, as well as almost every acquaintance who comes to visit us. Not that it happens often. Or is it just the color of my hair?
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