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Dimensional Kaguya Ōtsutsuki

In an unexpected twist of fate, our protagonist finds himself transmigrated into the body of the ultimate villain, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki. Overwhelmed and disheartened, he can't help but wonder why others get to become heroes while he is stuck as villain. What's going on here? Anyone daring to challenge me? Prepare for a beating! I am Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, after all! And not just any Kaguya—one with the Tenseigan! Think you can mess with me? Taste my fist first. PS: This is the story of Kaguya Ōtsutsuki rampaging across various worlds and picking up beauties along the way... - Patreon.com/DaoOfHeaven

Dao_Of_Heaven · Anime & Comics
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The Sadness Of The Little Loli

Seeing Danzo approaching, Minato Namikaze quickly stepped forward to intercept him, standing in front of Kaguya and greeting him, "Lord Danzo."

At this time, the Third Hokage was Hiruzen Sarutobi, and Danzo was a Hokage advisor, the second-in-command after the Hokage. Minato, not yet a Hokage or even a candidate, naturally had to show respect to Danzo, who was also his senior.

"Who are these people?" Danzo asked, his eyes fixed intently on Kaguya.

"They are refugees from outside who have nowhere to go and hope to join the village of Konoha," Minato replied, scratching his head and laughing awkwardly.

However, Minato was not skilled at lying; his words were full of inconsistencies and easily seen through. Not to mention how such a beautiful girl happened to meet him by chance, her pristine, luxurious attire was not something an ordinary person could afford, nor could she be a refugee.

"Is that so?" Danzo gave Kaguya a deep look but said nothing more and turned away.

This allowed Minato to breathe a sigh of relief, indicating that he was also somewhat wary of Danzo. After all, Danzo was the hidden fangs in the darkness, and all dark deeds were executed by Danzo leading the Foundation. While others might not know this, Minato certainly did, at least some of the inside story.

"Was that Danzo?" Kaguya slowly walked forward, her watery eyes blinking as she feigned ignorance.

"Yes, if possible, I hope you don't get close to him. He's not someone to be trifled with," Minato said seriously, a rare tone from the usually easygoing Minato, indicating that the young Danzo was also quite formidable.

Kaguya said nothing, just smiled faintly.

As newcomers, Kaguya and Black Zetsu couldn't find suitable housing and had to stay at an inn. Originally, Minato wanted to invite them to his home, but Kaguya rejected the offer outright. She had been a third wheel for long enough and didn't want to intrude further.

The inn seemed small and ordinary, not much different from a typical home. Perhaps due to the chaos of war, few people were traveling, and with the village's strict security, visitors were rare. Many inns had turned to other businesses, and this inn was the only one left in Konoha.

However, Kaguya was quite satisfied. Although it seemed simple, it was well-equipped with furniture and amenities. The inn was clean, had no strange odors, and the bedding was freshly changed by the innkeeper.

The innkeeper was a kind woman in her fifties. She not only offered them the best room with the newest bedding but also prepared dinner for them, which made Kaguya a bit embarrassed.

Even more embarrassing was that Kaguya had no money, or rather, the money she had was from twenty years in the future and not usable in this time. Kaguya couldn't help but feel a little annoyed with Minato for not giving her any money, leaving her in such an awkward position.

Fortunately, the innkeeper was a good person and didn't show any displeasure. Instead, she reassured them that it was fine to owe the money for now and pay back when they could.

This made Kaguya even more embarrassed, and she decided to earn some money first. Being without money was challenging, a truth that transcended time and place.

After tidying up the room, Kaguya lay back on the bed. Recent events had left her feeling rare fatigue, both physically and mentally.

Just then, she heard light footsteps approaching. Turning her head, she saw the cute twin-tailed, blonde little girl.

A small, cautious Black Zetsu girl came over, held Kaguya's hand, and said with a sweet smile, "Mother, the water is ready, you can take a bath now."

"Good girl," Kaguya gently stroked Black Zetsu's head with a smile. She thought to herself that it was nice to have someone serve her, especially when that person was a cute blonde twin-tailed girl.

When Kaguya changed her clothes and was about to enter the bathroom, she glanced over and found the little girl staring at her expectantly.

Kaguya was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"I, I," the blonde twin-tailed girl stammered, "I want to take a bath with Mother."

"What?" Kaguya's eyes widened in surprise.

"Is it not allowed?" The girl's expression turned somewhat dejected. "I know my previous image wasn't very good."

"No, it's nothing like that," Kaguya reassured her with a smile. Actually, the girl was right; although the true form of Black Zetsu was this cute blonde twin-tailed girl, Kaguya still had some residual anxiety, often thinking of the dark, sinister figure that Black Zetsu had once been.

However, seeing the disappointed look on the cute twin-tailed girl in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy.

Finally, Kaguya gritted her teeth, then smiled and said, "Alright, let's bathe together."

"Really?" The girl's face lit up with surprise and joy.

"Yes," Kaguya replied with a gentle smile. She couldn't help but inwardly wonder how deprived of love this little girl must be, thinking that even someone as important as Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had shown such favoritism towards boys.

Once they were in the bathroom, however, Kaguya encountered another serious issue: she was now faced with a completely naked girl—a girl who was beautiful and enticing, exuding a rich sweetness, and completely defenseless.

Kaguya tried to maintain her composure, but given that they were bathing together, physical contact was inevitable. Helping each other wash became a necessary task, and during this time, it was unavoidable to touch some places that shouldn't be touched, including some more private areas.

For a long time after leaving the bathroom, Kaguya couldn't recover her composure. It seemed like her palms still retained the smooth, silky feel of the girl's skin.

This was an immense mental challenge for her, and Kaguya felt overwhelmed. How long would this situation last?