Chapter 119.5 » The Leisure Life of the Luxury Sage {+18}

A/N: It's important to note that I will be using the names of the characters Yusuke represents. In other words, I will call him Naruto, Sasuke, and Sai in different scenes, but know that they are all him. It would be uncomfortable to use many names.

I hope this isn't an inconvenience! Enjoy reading!

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Konoha: Uzumaki Clan Mansion.

Descending the stairs to the ground floor, a tall, muscular figure rubbed his eyes and yawned. As he scratched his stomach with his bandaged right hand, his defined muscles rippled visibly.

Tall, with blond hair and vibrant blue eyes, his demeanor — though currently lazy — exuded a confidence suggesting he could destroy the world with a snap of his fingers. And he could.

This was none other than Yusuke, or rather, his persona called Naruto.

Over the years, his abilities, strength, and power had grown to unprecedented levels. So too had his wisdom. Now, even while "inhabiting" someone else's physical form, he felt neither discomfort nor unease.

He was Naruto Uzumaki now, just as he was Sasuke Uchiha, Sai Yamanaka, and many other personas — all merely physical vessels for his true essence: Yusuke Kamizuki, the man who lived to help others.

As time passed, it was no longer Naruto whom Hinata loved, but him — a completely different person wearing the same face. This held true for his other wives as well.

But anyway...

Entering the kitchen, he sauntered towards a voluptuous figure busy at the counter, her hands moving delicately around an enormous cake.

"Hinata." Naruto called softly as he approached his gracious wife, the aroma of lunch filling the kitchen. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply before giving a gentle nip, "I'm hungry."

"Hehe..." Hinata melted into his embrace, which enveloped her completely — not that she minded. Gesturing towards the stove with her cake decorating spatula, she said, "It's nearly ready. Less than ten minutes. I'm also making Red Bean Soup for dessert."

"My love." Naruto cupped her face, gazing intently into her eyes, "You do know how much I adore you, right?"

He peppered her neck and face with kisses, eliciting laughter from his wife.

"Yes, yes! I love you too!" Hinata exclaimed, the phrase that usually made him stop — mainly because she feared she might lose control from the tickling sensation.

They shared a passionate kiss before Naruto planted another on her cheek and turned his attention to the cake.

"For Natsusu's birthday?" He dipped a finger into the pot of orange frosting nearby, tasting it despite Hinata's mild annoyance, "That boy adores me. He requests the same theme every year."

"Of course he does. He idolizes Konoha's greatest hero — his father." Hinata's eyes brimmed with affection as she caressed his cheek, "Did you put Hanaka to bed?"

"Indeed. I even dozed off with her for a bit. That giant toad tale by Gamabunta is quite the soporific!" Naruto grinned, kissing her hand tenderly.

The couple savored their intimate moment in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, their firstborn, Natsuki (a far more creative name than Boruto), was on a mission with Himawari. Both had become Chunin with ease, graduating early from the Academy. In fact, Natsuki could have been a Jonin already if Naruto had permitted it, but he is too young, just 12 years old, while his sister is 11 years.

Indeed, Naruto is the Hokage — the Seventh Hokage of Konoha.

Unlike his counterpart from another reality, he delegated all tedious tasks to his clones, dedicating his time entirely to his family. This devotion made him the ultimate role model for his children, both as a father and a ninja.

His nine-year-old son Nimitsu and seven-year-old daughter Hiratase attended the Ninja Academy, where they faced the challenge of keeping pace with their mortal peers. Like their siblings, both exhibited genius-level aptitude in all jutsu styles.

Notably, Naruto's mastery over his genetics allowed him to perfectly merge the Uzumaki physique with the Byakugan. As a result, all his children possessed the Dojutsu. Nimitsu, Natsusu, and Hanaka sported vibrant red hair, while the others had distinctive streaks amidst the yellow. Himawari, for instance, had black hair with a striking red streak.

Moreover, they all carried Otsutsuki cells — a power whose awakening he would explain in due time.

Returning to the amorous couple...

Caught in a moment of passion, Naruto's hands slowly traced Hinata's back, gripping her waist firmly. His other hand gathered her long hair — which cascaded to her ass — into a ponytail, gently tugging to expose her neck.

"Naruto~" Hinata breathed, recognizing his sudden intensity. She knew exactly where this was leading, and she'd never dream of denying her husband.

With practiced ease, Hinata's hands found their way to Naruto's pants. She grasped his length firmly, reminiscing about the countless pleasurable moments it had brought her. As his kisses intensified on her neck, her hands matched his fervor.

"Hinata..." Naruto whispered, nipping her ear lightly. His gaze fell on the counter, sparking an idea, "On the counter, now."

"Yes~" Hinata eagerly complied, craving his touch after missing their nightly activities due to Natsusu's wanting to sleep with them.

She positioned herself at the counter, lowering her torso and accentuating her curves. Her raven hair cascaded toward the floor as Naruto's hands found her waist, tugging her panties down.

In one swift motion, he entered her.

"Hmm~" Hinata muffled her moan with her hand as Naruto filled her completely, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

From that moment, Mrs. Uzumaki was lost in ecstasy.

Naruto's hips moved with unbridled passion, his bandaged hand gripping her backside firmly. His enthusiasm suggested he wouldn't mind expanding their family further.

Wet sounds emanated from where their bodies joined, their hips meeting rhythmically. Glistening strands formed and broke with each movement, testament to their passion.

The intensity of their lovemaking increased, compelling Hinata to shift. Now her back pressed against Naruto's chest as they lost themselves in a deep kiss. Though her legs weakened from the waves of pleasure, he held her securely.

Soon, Hinata clung to the wall and cabinet, her feet no longer touching the ground. A familiar warmth flooded her core — the same sensation she relished nightly.

Simultaneously, a small rush of fluid dampened the floor, mingling with traces of their union.

After savoring the moment, they slowly parted.

"Whew..." Hinata leaned on the counter, aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her. Noticing the mess on the wooden floor, she sighed, "I should clean this before the children return."

As Naruto cleaned himself with her panties, his gaze fell upon Hinata bent over, scrubbing the floor. The sight instantly reignited his desire.

"Hinata, you're irresistible!"

"Kya! Naruto!"

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Konoha: Uchiha Clan Mansion.

"Ahh~ this feels so good…" Sakura sighed contentedly.

In the master bedroom's bathroom, her naked form reclined in the bathtub, savoring the hot water as it soothed her tired muscles.

She had been bustling about the hospital since dawn and had only just returned home, exhausted. Despite her incredible strength — surpassing even her mentor Tsunade in her prime — the day had taken its toll.

As she relaxed, a sweaty figure entered the bathroom unannounced.

Sasuke, his muscular torso bare and glistening, was drenched in perspiration. He tossed his sword and pants into the laundry basket — much to Sakura's chagrin — before joining her in the tub.

The pink-haired kunoichi barely had a moment to appreciate her husband's nude form before he submerged, resurfacing moments later. Now they sat at opposite ends, their limbs intertwined intimately.

"That's much better…" Sasuke murmured, running his fingers through his damp black hair as he settled into the water.

"Tired?" Sakura inquired, her foot caressing his cheek before coming to rest on his chest.

"A bit." He admitted with a smile, his right eye open while his left remained closed, "I spent the whole day outside the village, and as soon as I got back, Sakibi insisted on training. She's a bundle of energy."

"That she is." Sakura agreed, a fond smile gracing her features as she listened to her husband recount his day.

Sakibi, their youngest daughter, was a natural swordswoman who aspired to be like her father. Despite her tender age, she had already awakened her Sharingan and resembled a miniature version of Sasuke, albeit with distinctive pink streaks in her hair.

Sasuke and Sakura had two other children: Sazumi, their 12-year-old eldest daughter, and Sukuma, their 10-year-old son. Both had graduated from the Academy early, but only Sazumi had achieved chunin rank. She served on Team 7 alongside Natsuki and Himawari. Sukuma, though capable, had chosen to focus on his medical studies, delaying his promotion to chunin.

While Sazumi excelled in both kenjutsu and medical arts, Sukuma devoted himself entirely to medicine. It wasn't that he couldn't wield a sword; he simply chose not to.

Sasuke Uchiha, Konoha's Legendary Swordsman, had ironically fathered a son who eschewed the path of the blade. This might have been disappointing if Sukuma hadn't already awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan at such a young age.

Their children's prodigious talents never ceased to amaze them.

As Sasuke and Sakura discussed their day, their gentle caresses gradually became more intimate. Their playful touches slowly intensified, stoking the flames of passion between them.

Before long, desire overtook them both.

"Oh my." Sakura purred, her voice laced with curiosity. Eyeing the aroused flesh beneath the water's surface, she teased it with her toes, "Someone's getting excited, aren't they?"

"How could I not?" Sasuke's gaze roamed appreciatively over his wife's form as he savored her playful touch.

Her breasts, though modest, were perfectly round with rosy peaks. A toned stomach led to the alluring pink triangle below. The matching hue of her heart-shaped hair only fueled his desire.

"Come here." He commanded, arms resting on the tub's edge. His posture was open, inviting.

"Hehe~" Sakura's smile betrayed no objection to his authoritative tone. She'd grown accustomed to — and even enjoyed — his domineering nature.

She glided through the water, stirring its surface. Straddling him, she guided him to her entrance and sank down, enveloping him completely.

Mrs. Uchiha set a languid pace, her hips rising and falling as she clung to his head for support. Each movement sent ripples across the bathwater.

Sasuke reveled in the sensation. His wife's incredible strength translated to an exquisite grip, heightening his pleasure. He watched, mesmerized, as her firm breasts bounced enticingly with each thrust, their resilience finally overcome by the vigorous motion.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Sasuke took one of her breasts in his mouth, grazing the nipple with his teeth and eliciting a moan of pleasure from Sakura. His hands, coursing with gentle electrical currents, roamed her body, heightening their mutual pleasure.

As their passion intensified, they explored various spots in the bathroom. They found themselves at the sink, where Sakura's cheeks flushed crimson as she glimpsed their intimate connection in the wall mirror. Later, at Sasuke's urging, she indulged a primal urge (urinate) while perched on the toilet, adding a thrilling dimension to their encounter.

Eventually, they ended up on the bed, still damp from their bath. Sasuke pinned Sakura's arms behind her back as he drove into her forcefully. She could only moan in ecstasy, overwhelmed by her husband's passionate fervor.

With a deep, guttural groan, Sasuke reached his climax, remaining still for a moment to savor the sensation. As he withdrew, a small pool of their mingled essence formed beneath them on the sheets.

Kneeling on the bed, he gazed admiringly at Sakura's flushed, panting form.

Tap! Tap!

He playfully slapped his manhood against her rounded buttocks, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

"Ready for round two?"

"Sasuke—AAN~"

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Konoha: Yamanaka Clan Compound.

"Ishikino, give me back my doll!" A little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair shouted at her sister, her mouth forming an angry pout.

"I won't give it back until you go train, Sakiba!" Another girl, slightly older with long black hair and blue eyes, held the doll high above her head while gripping her sister's head.

As the two scuffled over the doll, their fight escalating, a pair of identical twins watched the scene with disinterest.

"Why are they so annoying?" "They never shut up."

Both boys had black eyes, black hair, and pale skin — spitting images of their father. Each held a small sketchbook with unfinished drawings, their concentration broken by the commotion.

"When Dad gets home, I'm telling him to ground you!" Ishikino glared at her sister, frustrated by the girl's wasted potential. After all, she’s too good at the clan’s techniques, but waste her time with dolls.

"And when Mom gets home, I'm asking her to give you nightmares!" Sakiba stuck out her tongue, crossing her arms and huffing in defiance.

Meanwhile, Isokama and Sakanoda merely rolled their eyes before returning to their drawings.

"They're lucky our sisters aren't here..." "Izushige and Sakuza would knock some sense into them..."

As the children bickered in the living room, they remained oblivious to their parents' presence at home.

They, however, were otherwise occupied.

In the master bedroom, inside the closet...

A pale figure with sculpted muscles moved rhythmically, his hips pressing against a woman entwined in the closet's garments. He grasped her long blonde hair, savoring the undulating motion of her curves with each thrust.

"Sai~ Sai~ Sai~ HMMM~" Ino cried out her husband's name, her exclamations muffled by the surrounding clothes.

Sai tightened his grip on her hair and intensified his movements, relishing the exquisite sensation of their intimate connection. The backdoor is always amazing.

He drove forward relentlessly, utilizing the confined space to its fullest. His impressive manhood caused visible ripples across her abdomen, her slender waist easily encompassed by a single hand.

"Come here!"

Pulling her close by her hair, Sai captured Ino's lips in a passionate kiss as they remained intimately joined. His free hand found its way to her most sensitive area, heightening their mutual pleasure.

After a prolonged session of intense lovemaking, Sai reached his climax. As he withdrew, he allowed his release to spill across Ino's belly as she lay amidst the scattered clothing.

Breathing heavily, he tenderly caressed her leg, which remained draped over his shoulder.

"Phew..." Ino exhaled, feeling euphoric. She adored her husband's lunchtime routine. Grabbing a nearby garment, she cleaned herself while gazing at him, "You're always so passionate after eating."

"What can I say? I savor my dessert." Sai kissed her foot, his meaning unmistakable.

Still in position, he reached for a clock on a shelf to check the time.

"Have to go?" Though aware of the answer, Ino was reluctant to let him go. She used her other leg to draw him closer, making her desire evident.

"As much as I'd love to stay, I need to pick up the girls. They're returning from a joint mission with Team 7. Plus, my shadow clone dispersed with some village information, so I need to replace it." Sai's regret was palpable, but he knew his responsibilities.

"All right, then. Give them my love and tell them Mommy's waiting with their favorite ice cream." Ino offered a small smile and shook her head.

Rising from the pile of clothes, she gave her husband a lingering kiss to quell her longing.

But the passionate embrace rekindled their desire, and she reclined once more on the damp garments.

"We still have some time before they return."

"Hehe, I knew it!"

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Land of Fire, One hundred kilometers in the sky: Castle of the Sage Emperor of the Six Paths.

Yusuke stood atop his lofty perch, gazing at the enormous continent sprawled before him. Several Truth Seeking Balls orbited his form, and a powerful aura emanated from his body. He had activated the Ten-Tails Chakra Mode to its fullest extent.

Despite the awe-inspiring view of the vast land below, Yusuke's attention seemed to waver. His focus was drawn elsewhere — to a more immediate pleasure.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

Kaguya knelt before him, fully engrossed in her arduous task. She took his entire length into her mouth with evident enthusiasm, despite the strenuous nature of the act.

Her snow-white skin bore the marks of their passion — red handprints scattered across her body, particularly on her ample buttocks and breasts. A small cascade of white fluid trickled from between her legs, testament to their recent intense activities.

Gripping her horns, Yusuke reveled in the sensation.

'Ah, the perks of power...'