Kana's cold gaze bore into Kenshin and Akane as she stood before them, her arms crossed. "Do you know what your mistake is?" she asked, her tone cutting through the silence.
Both nodded slowly but remained silent, avoiding her eyes.
"Well?" Kana prompted. "What is it?"
Kenshin hesitated before speaking up, his voice low and filled with guilt. "It's all my fault," he admitted. "I... I was in heat, a bit too much, and I forgot about the seals. She didn't start it. She didn't even know what was happening until I—" He hesitated, his voice faltering. "Until I took her to her bedroom. I thought Aunt Yukari was in the Uzumaki library, so... I kind of forgot about her."
Kana's stern gaze shifted to Akane. "And you?" she asked. "Why didn't you stop him? You're the older one. You should've been more careful. All you needed to do was mention the seals at least once."
Akane stared down at her hands, her face flushing with shame. "He didn't give me the chance to..." she muttered, barely audible. "He was too rough today."
Kana sighed, her disappointment evident. She pulled a chair and sat down in front of them, her expression softening slightly. "I'm the one who's supposed to be the careless and stupid one in this household, not you two."
Both Kenshin and Akane kept their heads down, not daring to meet her eyes.
Kana continued, her tone firm but understanding. "I know your situation is... special. And I've accepted it, even though you're my own children. That's why I've allowed you this freedom—to be with each other every night or whenever you want to.
But that doesn't mean you can ignore the other members of this family. Yukari has been through hell in the Hidden Grass. The sounds made during sex could easily remind her of her painful memories."
Her words hit them like a ton of bricks. Kenshin clenched his fists, guilt evident on his face, while Akane looked visibly shaken.
"You both need to show more restraint," Kana said, her tone unyielding. "Everything has a limit. So from now on, you're not allowed to have sex more than once a month."
Akane's face went pale, her eyes widening in horror, while Kenshin simply nodded, still not lifting his head.
"That's too much!" Akane burst out, pleading. "Mom, I can't even go two days without it. How am I supposed to go a whole month?" She pressed her hands together in desperation. "At least allow us twice a week. Please?"
Kana shook her head, her expression firm. "Once a week," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "And that's final."
Akane slumped in defeat but nodded, muttering, "Something's better than nothing..."
Kana leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. "One more thing," she added. "From now on, whenever you two decide to... indulge, you're going to wash your own sheets afterward. Every single time. Yukari is not allowed to enter your rooms for the entirety of the following day."
Both of them nodded vigorously, the embarrassment written all over their faces. Akane occasionally threw pointed glares at Kenshin, as if silently blaming him for the entire ordeal.
Kana stood, dusting off her hands as though the matter were settled. "Good. Now go eat something. And don't let this happen again."
With that, she walked away, leaving Kenshin and Akane to stew in their embarrassment and newfound restrictions.
However, as Kenshin and Akane made their way toward the kitchen, Kenshin suddenly stopped in his tracks. Akane, noticing his abrupt halt, tilted her head in confusion. "What is it now?" she asked, her tone a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Kenshin turned to face Kana, his expression thoughtful. "Wait... if you're home already, that means your evaluation mission is over. Did you..." He paused, his eyes lighting up. "Did you get the promotion?"
Kana huffed dramatically, crossing her arms as if to feign indifference. But her facade broke quickly as a wide grin spread across her face. "Mommy's a Jonin now!" she announced proudly.
Kenshin's eyes widened in pure joy, and without hesitation, he sprinted back toward her. Grabbing her by the sides, he lifted her into the air, spinning her around as he laughed.
"That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, Mom!" he exclaimed, his voice full of genuine excitement. "This has to be one of the happiest moments of both my lives!"
Kana giggled, holding onto his shoulders as she enjoyed his exuberance. "Careful, Ken-chan," she teased, though her laughter betrayed her words.
But Kenshin's excitement got the better of him. His legs, still sore from his earlier "activities" with Akane, wobbled mid-spin. He stumbled, losing his balance.
"Kenshin!" Akane called out, rushing over to help. But it was too late. The three of them tumbled to the floor in a heap. Kana landed on top of Kenshin, who, in turn, had landed on Akane.
Akane groaned from beneath the pile. "Why am I always getting the short end of the stick today?!" she grumbled, glaring upward.
Kana burst into giggles, lying across Kenshin. "I didn't expect you to react like this after what just happened, Ken-chan." she teased, her tone light and amused.
Kenshin gave her a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head. "I couldn't help it," he admitted. "I'm just sooo proud!" He punctuated his words with a loving kiss on Kana's cheek, making her giggle even more.
Akane groaned again, her voice muffled from beneath them. "Okay, okay, can you two get off me now? I'm getting squished here!"
Kana laughed as Yukari approached, offering her hand to help Kana up. Kenshin rolled off Akane, who attempted to stand, only to find her legs giving out beneath her. She collapsed back onto the floor with a huff, glaring at Kenshin as he reached out a hand to help her.
Her sharp glare seemed to say, "Just wait until next time, little brat. I'll get back at you for this." Kenshin, however, ignored her unspoken threat, pulling her to her feet with an innocent grin.
Once Akane was steady, Kenshin turned to Kana and Yukari, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up!" he declared, his voice bright. "This occasion deserves a celebration. After nee-san and I have a quick meal, we're all going out tonight!"
Kana raised an eyebrow, curious. "Going out?"
Kenshin nodded firmly. "Yep! We're gonna have a big party, and I'm paying for everything! You're even allowed to drink, Mom, just for tonight."
Yukari smiled softly, touched by Kenshin's enthusiasm, while Kana laughed, shaking her head. Akane, still sore, rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smirk tugging at her lips. Tonight was going to be an unforgettable celebration.
Kenshin and Akane made their way to the kitchen, the aroma of leftover food lingering in the air. Kenshin went straight to the stove, humming softly as he started to heat up their lunch. "Nee-san, can you get the dishes?" he asked over his shoulder.
Akane nodded and shuffled over to the cabinet, wincing slightly as her legs protested with every step. She set up the dishes, her stomach rumbling loudly as she worked. 'I didn't have lunch today... and breakfast was so early,' she thought, frowning.
Now that the adrenaline from Kana's scolding had worn off, her exhaustion was catching up to her. Her legs felt like jelly, and standing for even a few minutes was becoming unbearable.
'I could ask Kenshin to use his right eye to fix this...' she considered briefly, but her pride quickly dismissed the idea. 'No way. It's his fault we're stuck with those ridiculous restrictions now. A whole week without sex... ugh.'
Kenshin, oblivious to Akane's inner turmoil, continued humming as he stirred the food. His embarrassment from earlier had completely faded, replaced by his joy over Kana's promotion.
His mind wandered to the party he was planning. 'A fancy restaurant would be perfect. Maybe I could invite sensei and Maki, too. They'd love to celebrate with Mom.'
He paused, thinking about Tsunade. 'Should I ask Tsunade? She's family, and she's done so much for me during therapy...' He frowned, remembering her packed schedule. 'Maybe I'll send a clone to ask if she's free.'
With the food ready, Kenshin carried the dishes to the dining table and served Akane her portion. "Here you go," he said, placing her plate in front of her.
"Thanks," Akane muttered, her focus already on the food as she started eating.
Kenshin sat down across from her and began eating as well. After a few bites, he looked up. "So, Akane, where do you think we should go for the party? Someplace fancy, you know, to celebrate properly."
Akane paused, chewing thoughtfully. After swallowing, she said, "There's a new place near the old Senju clan area. I heard it's really fancy and has all kinds of food, even Chinese. It's supposed to be expensive, though."
Kenshin nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Perfect. Price doesn't matter. I've got more than enough money, so don't worry about that."
Akane raised an eyebrow at him, surprised. "Since when do you have so much money on hand?" she asked, but quickly decided against prying further. 'He probably won't give me a straight answer anyway,' she thought. 'And I trust him.'
Kenshin didn't offer an explanation, instead turning his gaze toward Kana, who was sitting with Yukari, enthusiastically recounting her mission.
His expression softened. "I just want this to be a memorable celebration for her," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
Akane glanced at him, a small smile forming on her lips. 'That's Kenshin for you. Always thinking about others.'
The two finished their meal in silence, both mentally preparing for the evening ahead.
Kana stretched on the couch before letting out an exaggerated groan. "Ugh, I need to take a bath," she muttered, standing up reluctantly.
Kenshin and Akane both froze mid-motion, turning to stare at her. The phrase didn't fit the Kana they knew—someone who practically despised taking baths and always complained about them.
Yukari chuckled softly, standing up as well. "Kana-sama, why don't you get your clothes from your room? I'll heat the water for you."
Kana nodded, already undoing the ties of her kunoichi uniform. She slipped out of it effortlessly, handing it to Yukari before skipping off toward her room, completely naked.
As Kana gathered her clothes, Yukari filled the bathtub with warm water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature. Kana soon returned, a soft, warm kimono in hand.
"Thanks for heating it up, Yukari," Kana said with a grin, her tone light and grateful.
"You're welcome, Kana-sama," Yukari replied, returning the smile.
Kana made her way into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She washed herself thoroughly, scrubbing off the grime from her mission, before finally settling into the warm water.
Leaning back, Kana sighed contentedly, letting the warmth of the bath soak into her muscles. She stretched her arms and legs lazily, her mind wandering as the steam rose around her, wrapping her in comfort.
Her breasts floated gently on the warm surface, the heat soaking into her skin, easing the tension in her muscles after a long mission.
She sighed, her mind wandering as she let herself sink deeper into the water. Earlier, she had caught the unmistakable scent lingering in Akane's room—the mingling smells of sweat and sex, of Kenshin's sperm and Akane's release.
The memory of it made her cheeks flush, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the bathwater.
Her thoughts drifted unbidden to how they must have looked, tangled together in Akane's bed, their bodies bare and glistening with exertion. Akane naked, her body still marked by Kenshin's touch… Kana shook her head sharply, slapping her cheek lightly to snap herself out of it.
"You're their mother," she muttered under her breath, her voice firm but tinged with a strange unease.
But the images wouldn't leave her—Kenshin's muscular frame pressed against Akane's curves, his hands gripping her hips, his expression intense as he drove into her.
She imagined the sounds Akane might have made, the soft gasps and moans muffled against the pillow. 'No,' Kana thought, her pulse quickening despite herself. 'Stop it.' Yet her body betrayed her, a faint heat gathering between her legs, an ache she hadn't felt in years.
Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years since Ichiro, the man she loved, wanted to marry someday, had last touched her. Since the last time she had felt the weight of his body over hers, the rough warmth of his hands, the deep rumble of his voice as he whispered her name.
She had never let another man come close after that, not even when loneliness threatened to consume her. Ichiro was hers, and she was his. Even now, years after his death, she couldn't imagine belonging to anyone else.
Her fingers trailed absently over her stomach, the gentle touch sending shivers up her spine. Before she could stop herself, her hand dipped lower, brushing against the sensitive skin between her thighs.
She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut as memories of Ichiro flooded her mind. His strong hands pinning her wrists above her head, his lips trailing fire down her neck, the way he would growl her name when he was close…
"Ichiro."
Her fingers explored further, sliding through slick folds as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She hadn't done this in so long, hadn't allowed herself to indulge in these feelings.
But now, the dam had broken, and there was no stopping the rush of sensation coursing through her body. Images of Ichiro filled her mind—his broad shoulders, the way his eyes darkened with desire when he looked at her, the feeling of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her...
"Ichiro-san."
Her breathing grew ragged as she pressed a finger inside herself, imagining it was him, his cock filling her, his voice low and commanding in her ear. "Kana," he would whisper, his tone laced with both tenderness and dominance. "You're mine."
She gasped again, her other hand gripping the edge of the tub for support as pleasure coiled tight in her core. The water lapped around her, swirling with every movement of her body.
Her thoughts shifted briefly—unintentionally—to Kenshin, to how strong he had grown, how much he resembled Ichiro. But she pushed the thought away immediately, focusing only on Ichiro, on his memory, on the man who had owned her heart and body completely.
"Ichiro-san…" she murmured, her voice trembling as she rocked her hips against her hand. The sensations built quickly, her body responding eagerly after so many years of neglect. She could almost feel him there, his presence surrounding her, his name a prayer on her lips.
When the climax hit, it washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and trembling. Her vision blurred as she clung to the side of the tub, riding out the waves of pleasure until they subsided. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.
A bittersweet smile touched her lips, tears welling in her eyes as she thought of Ichiro, of the life they had shared, of the love she still carried for him after all these years.
"I'm still yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "Only yours."
She stayed there for a long time, the warmth of the bath soothing her body but doing little to ease the ache in her heart. As she finally stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, she made a silent promise to herself.
No one else would ever touch her, not like Ichiro had. Not like he did. She belonged to him, now and always, even if he was gone.
Till death do us part? Fuck that. She wasn't bound by some meaningless vow. She was bound by love. And as long as she lived, she would be Ichiro's.
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