capitulo 11

If he was being completely honest, Sasuke wasn't expecting much from his visit to the Uzumaki household.

Though, to be fair, his version of "not expecting much" equated to a long and passionate night of sex with a buxom redhead the caliber of Kushina Uzumaki.

He would dominate and pound her senseless; he would empty his balls into her two or three times all while she dug her nails into his back and Minato stroked himself lazily in the corner. It would be business as usual.

A knock on the door signaled his arrival. Those five, six seconds before it opened were tranquil and quiet—thoughts of Naruko and Hinata crossed his mind. He wondered if Naruko would be upset to find out that he was still paying her mother visits like this.

Yet, when the door opened and Kushina came into view…he wondered how he could stay away.

In his old world, Kushina was a vague memory. Sasuke recalled seeing a few photos of her here and there, but nothing substantial. Naruto spoke of seeing her once through murky circumstances.

Seeing her now, though, in the flesh, was an entirely different story. She was two decades older than any photo he'd ever seen of her in his past world; regardless, she was still one of the most stunningly beautiful woman he'd ever met.

All of that crossed his mind in the split second after she opened the door.

Then she whisked him inside, quite literally seizing him by the collar in order to do so.

The door slammed shut. Then her lips were pressed against his, and he was pressed against the door, Kushina's soft curves holding him in place.

He caught a glimpse of Minato standing in the foreground, shellshocked at the sight of his wife glomping another man.

Sasuke felt bad.

Almost.

Then he busied himself with the wondrous feeling of having a woman shove her tongue down his throat. He held her close, fingers gripping her toned butt, leaning down into her taut embrace.

When they parted, Kushina panted.

"I missed you," she breathed.

"Wasn't I just here the other day?" Sasuke said with a chortle. His hands tangled through her silky hair.

"So?" She smirked up at him. "Is a woman like me not allowed to be just a tiny bit clingy?"

A lot of people would claim that the ring on her finger said just that. Sasuke would simply say that those people hadn't had the pleasure of cumming inside a married woman's mouth with her husband's tacit permission.

"That's fair," he said. "Shall we?"

"We shall," Kushina breathed.

She took him by the hand. Despite her ferocious assault on his mouth at the door, her touch was exceedingly gentle.

Without even a glance at Minato, Kushina led him up the stairs.

He offered Minato a look that thread a line between smug and pitying.

Again, he almost felt bad.

Despite everything, Minato was still a hero. It was one thing for him to lay back and watch as his wife submitted to another man. That was his choice, his desire, his want and his need.

It was another thing for him to watch as Kushina glomped him—as she kissed him deeply and passionately, professed how much she missed him, batted her eyelashes at him and led him up the stairs as if Minato wasn't even a factor.

This was a road he'd been down before.

And he was weak.

The moral thing?

Would be to put his foot down and affirm to Kushina that he was not her husband. That Minato loved her, and cherished her, and was so willing to make her happy that he'd swallow his pride and let Sasuke stomp all over the boundaries the blond set. That Sasuke was two decades her junior, presently engaged in something resembling a relationship with her daughter, and a multitude of other issues he could come up with if given the time.

There was a problem with doing the moral thing, though.

And it was the fact that he wouldn't end up cumming inside of Kushina two to three times tonight if he decided to be moral about this.

'I didn't choose to make her into another Hinata,' he thought, as the stairs creaked beneath them on their way up to the bedroom. 'She made this bed herself. Why worry about it when the consequences aren't even mine to suffer?'

What had Sasuke done? Be born with a mammoth cock and a prodigious talent for turning married women into sex-crazed fiends?

Minato orchestrated this. He'd dangled Kushina in front of Sasuke…and now was reaping what he'd sowed. Several opportunities had come up for the blond to stop this course of events.

Now, it was too late.

Sasuke cast a glance back, just in time to see Minato halfheartedly following behind them.

The blond didn't say a word.

Not as they tiptoed into the master bedroom…

…not as Kushina disrobed to reveal a pair of lingerie so new they may as well still have the price tag on them.

Not even as she dragged Sasuke onto the bed and locked lips with him yet again.

He just watched.

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Earlier.

"In l-l—?"

"In love, yeah," Kushina said offhandedly. "I wouldn't worry about it, though."

Minato's head swirled. He had to sit down—and he did, unable to take his gaze off of his wife.

"Kushina…you…you can't say something like that and expect me not to worry about it!" His eyes were wide and goosebumps went up and down his arms. "That's it, I—"

"I'd pick your next words very carefully, sweetie," Kushina murmured.

Minato's jaw snapped shut.

A moment transpired as she set her things down. 

"Up," she said.

He stood.

When she idled in front of him, her head hardly came up to his shoulder. Despite that, he felt miniscule compared to her. She put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

"I love you," Kushina promised. "You will always, and I mean this, always be my sweet prince charming."

"Then why—?"

"Because he's better than you."

A ball of hot lead settled in the back of his throat. He stared into his wife's gorgeous amethyst eyes and wondered where everything went wrong.

Kushina smiled.

It was the smile that got to him. She wasn't imparting it as if it were bad news. She was just…passing on a fact. Informing him as if it were something she'd read out of a newspaper.

She gave him a moment or two to digest her words. Then she continued, each syllable carving into his brain and imparting him with a memory that would never depart.

"He's half your age," Kushina noted. "But twice…honestly, maybe three times your size if you're counting girth. He's got more stamina, more skill, more experience. And honestly?" She chuckled. "I just enjoy doing…just about everything more with him. Don't get me wrong, I never hated giving you head, or having sex with you, or laying in bed cuddling with you. But Sasuke makes it fun."

"...fun…?"

"It's hard to explain," Kushina admitted. "And I realize that everything I said pertains to sex, but honestly, it's more then that. I just don't want to be harsh on you."

Kushina took a deep breath as she gazed at Minato's shattered expression.

"I definitely did a bad job at not being harsh, though," Kushina said lightly. As if trying to inject some humor into the situation.

"What do you mean fun?" Minato snapped. "I thought you and I- we…we always had fun, didn't we?"

"It was…enjoyable. I already told you I never hated doing anything with you." Kushina squeezed his shoulders affectionately. "But Sasuke—?"

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"I could suck his cock for hours," she said, staring past him. "And swallowing his loads is something that I could never tire of. The way he runs his fingers through his hair…feeling that nice, thick, juicy shaft pulsating down my throat…his cute little grunts." She giggled, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger.

"Then there's how he fucks me. My God, Minato, you've seen him. I never know what to expect. Some days he's like a wild animal mauling me, fucking me senseless to the point where I literally lose all sense of reality. Other days, he's methodical. He's taken the time to learn what makes me tick…he knows just how to get under my skin and make me feel like the center of his universe."

She caught her breath, her face flushed as deeply as her hair.

"He-he makes me feel special," Kushina finished. "And I don't want to lose that."

Minato stared into the face of the woman he loved.

For decades, he'd seen that love reflected back.

Now, he could see that only one thing was on her mind…

And that was an upstart Uchiha with an overgrown cock.

Minato grit his teeth.

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Later. But still earlier.

Naruko yelped as the door to her room crashed open.

A towel was the only thing that separated her from complete and utter nudity.

Thankfully, it was only her idiot brother and her mother who'd declined to observe social decency.

Kushina came to a stop in front of her, having quite literally pulled Menma in by the arm.

"What do you want?" Naruko asked, her blue eyes cold. She didn't even glance at Menma.

"I have something to tell you both," Kushina chirped. "I didn't want to waste my time having to say it twice, so here we are!"

Kushina beamed at the two of them. Menma shuffled awkwardly into place next to her, rubbing the back of his neck. Despite being her twin, Menma hadn't seen Naruko in the nude since they were young enough to bathe together.

Nowadays, she was all curves, buxom and gorgeous as they came. Standing there in just a towel—and with all those fantasies of her and Sasuke swirling around in his head—it was hard to keep his hormones in line.

"What is it?" Naruko asked, unflinching.

"You two are going to need to vacate the premises tonight," Kushina said.

"Why?" said Naruko and Menma in unison. Then, at the same time, their eyes widened.

Thankfully, their suspicions were immediately confirmed.

"Sasuke is going to pay me a visit tonight~" the redhead cooed. "And I don't want either of you brats to get in the way."

"But—"

"So that means no watching," she said, pointing a finger at Menma. "And no trying to steal him away," she said, turning that same finger to Naruko. "Go out to a park; spend a couple of hours training. Whatever you decide to do, I don't care. I don't want to hear a peep about either of you tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

Menma bowed his head. "Yes, Mom."

Naruko snarled. "Fine," she snapped.

"Wonderful!" Kushina chirped. "Don't worry, I'll have some dinner made before you two leave~" She grinned. "Thanks for being so understanding!"

With that, she sauntered out of the open door, leaving the twins alone in Naruko's room.

Naruko waited a moment.

"Who the hell does she think she is?" she growled, teeth gritted fiercely.

"I don't know why she won't let me at least get a peek," Menma grumbled, more to himself than anything.

"And why does Sasuke insist on continuing to fuck her?" Naruko continued unabashed. "Is there something wrong with me? What does Kushina have that I don't?"

"I don't know," Menma admitted.

"You've seen the two of them together," Naruko said confrontationally. "How can I compete with her?"

"Sis, I—" He paused. "Wait a second."

"What?" said Naruko, as she hiked her towel taut around her chest in a vain attempt to regain her composure.

"If you want to see what she's capable of, you're going to have to see it with your own eyes," Menma noted.

"...damn. You're probably right," the blonde admitted. "What? Do you want to team up?"

"It's not like we'd been doing anything wrong," Menma said devilishly. "All she said was that she didn't want to see either of us. Now, if we happen to watch without getting caught—"

"I'm not worried about whether we're in the right or not," Naruko said. "I'm just worried about not getting caught. And like it or not, trying to sneak past Sasuke, Mom, and let alone our dad is not going to be easy."

"I think it'd be easier than you imagine," Menma noted.

"How's that?"

"When Mom caught me, it was because I hadn't even taken the simplest of precautions not to be caught," said Menma. "Think about it like this: Mom and Dad could absolutely catch us if they really put their mind to it. But why would they look out for us if we don't give them a reason to? If their guard isn't up, then all we need is some basic seals to hide in a corner of their room and wait."

Naruko stroked her chin thoughtfully.

"You know what?" she said. "That might actually work."

This was a strange scenario…brother and sister uniting for a common goal: to watch Sasuke fuck their mother while their father watched.

No matter how they tried to justify it in their hand, it really didn't seem right to go through with this.

Regardless, their minds were already made up.

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Present.

And so, as Sasuke was led into the master bedroom by Kushina, with Minato trailing right behind—

Naruko and Menma were perched in the corner, hidden by a seal.

"This is a good seal," Naruko admitted, her voice a low whisper despite the fact that—if the seal remained intact—nobody on the other side would hear or see anything they did.

"I…saw it somewhere," Menma said evasively. He gulped rather audibly.

Naruko didn't pay him any mind. Instead, she grit her teeth as Sasuke and Kushina ended up on the bed, making out passionately, their bodies grinding against each other vigorously.

"That man-stealing slut," Naruko hissed.

Menma, on the other hand, was having a hard time not popping a tent where they were. It wasn't a cramped space—they weren't smushed against each other in the corner, with both of them having plenty of room to sit. Yet Naruko would definitely notice any "ulterior" activities.

Minato tiptoed into the room behind the two lovers, gently closing the door behind them. He took a seat in a prearranged chair, watching lifelessly as Kushina and Sasuke moaned and groaned on the bed.

"Fuck," Kushina whimpered, as Sasuke's hand dug under the waistband of her lace panties.

"Go ahead and describe for your husband just how fucking wet you are for me," Sasuke said with a laugh.

Kushina giggled.

"Minato?" she said. "Can you go downstairs and switch the laundry over?"

Minato blinked. "But—"

"Minato," Kushina said disparagingly. "These sheets are going to be ruined after Sasuke's done with me and I had to throw out the spare ones. Can you do as I asked?"

Her words were sweet, yet with Sasuke slipping two fingers inside of her as she spoke them, they had a strange tint to them.

Minato bit the inside of his cheek.

He left the room, leaving the door ajar.

Kushina waited until the creaking of the stairs faded away. Then, she glanced towards Sasuke.

"What's up with you?" asked Sasuke. "You're acting—" He visibly hesitated.

"I told Minato some things earlier~" Kushina said. "Things that he…hmm…wasn't exactly pleased to hear."

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing about Menma or Naruko, don't worry," she said sweetly. "I just told him a few things that might have riled him up a tinnie tiny bit."

Sasuke stared her down for a moment, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. Her moans and squeaks filled the silence of the room.

Menma and Naruko remained silent. They had to strain to catch every word the two spoke.

"Let me guess," Sasuke said. "You want me to rile him up even more?"

Kushina winked. "A good amount. Don't go too overboard or he'll try to pick a fight with you."

"So?"

"So, he's the Hokage, dummy," Kushina said, poking his chest playfully. "You're pretty strong, but what my husband may lack in penis size he more than makes up for in pure, raw strength. You still have a tough time beating Naruko and Menma in spars, let alone taking on Minato."

The twins studied Sasuke's face carefully.

Strangely enough he looked…surprised…?

Then he smirked.

"I'll be fine," said Sasuke.

"Don't say I didn't worry you~" Kushina said sweetly. "Don't worry. Even if you get your ass kicked, your dick will always be bigger than his."

"Thanks," Sasuke said, chuckling.

A few moments later and Minato came trudging back into the room. As he returned to his chair, Sasuke peeled off his wife's lingerie, leaving her bare on the bed before them.

"Let's play a game, Lord Hokage," Sasuke began.

Minato blinked. For a moment, he wasn't sure if the Uchiha had been talking to him—yet Sasuke's gaze was clearly fixed on him.

"A…game…?" Minato said cautiously.

"That's right; a game." Sasuke smirked. "Let's call it: how much can I degrade your wife in front of you and still have her love every second of it?"

"Oooh~" Kushina squealed. "I love this game!"

A moment later and their positions were entirely rearranged.

Sasuke stood in the center of the room, naked from head to toe. His arms were folded across his chest—he looked thoroughly unfazed, aside from his cock, which jutted forward as erect and as engorged as ever.

Kushina licked her lips at the sight of it; Naruko, secluded away in the corner with her twin brother, did the same.

"Come over here and worship this cock," Sasuke said flatly.

She only had to be told once.

Kushina leapt off the bed—then crawled over to him, leaving a trail of juices on the floor as she went.

She started low, kissing his feet—just once on each foot, as if to ordain him as a deity of sorts.

Then she worked her way up.

She started with his balls, kissing and massaging them with her tongue, groaning as she did so. Then came the base of his shaft—she craned her head so that she could work over every possible inch with her mouth.

"Fuck, it's big," she whispered.

"Goddamn it," Naruko hissed. "How the hell can she give a blowjob that good?"

"Experience," said Menma. "Lots and lots of experience."

Minato frowned at the two of them, only mere feet away from where he was seated.

By the time Kushina worked her way up the shaft, she was already panting. With both hands she stroked his mouth—with her tongue and lips she gave the top half of his cock all the love and affection she thought it deserved. Bits of her lipstick smudged onto his shaft.

Sasuke, by comparison, looked bored.

"How- how am I doing?" Kushina asked after some time, taking a brief pause in order to catch her breath.

"You're doing okay," he said.

Minato blinked.

"Okay?" the blond mouthed.

Kushina had just spent five minutes of her life giving Sasuke the most spirited, loving, determined blowjob that Minato had seen in literal decades of being with Kushina.

And he had the audacity to say she was doing okay?

If Kushina took it as an insult, she didn't show it. If anything, she took it as a signal to do better.

Naruko and Minato were surprised by her fervor before—

But now, she went back down on him with a resolve matched by nothing.

Slurp, slurp—glug, glug~

Gratuitously lewd noises echoed throughout the room.

Kushina was getting frantic by that point; salvia dripped down her chin and down onto her bosom. Her lips were smeared with precum.

Panting for every breath, she kept at it. Sucking him off; lapping at his shaft. Deepthroating him even if it meant having a coughing fit. She tried, she tried, and she tried—

And all the while, her family watched.

"Alright, that's enough," Sasuke said flatly.

Kushina came up for air. She sucked in a deep breath, her entire body quivering slightly.

"I guess your wife just isn't enough," said the Uchiha snidely. Menma and Naruko knew that he was just playing it up for Minato's sake, but man, he was convincing. "Maybe I'll have to add your daughter to the mix so they have a chance of keeping up?"

"You wouldn't—" Minato's fists were clenched at his sides.

"Wouldn't what?" said Sasuke. "Look at your wife. You think if I snapped my fingers and have Naruko come over that she wouldn't jump at the opportunity?"

Kushina grinned, even as she continued to catch her breath.

"Watch what I can do to her," he said. "Kushina…I don't think I've ever given you a good old fashioned face fuck before, have I?"

"No, I don't think you have~" Kushina cooed.

"Is there any boundaries you'd like to set?"

He gripped her by the hair, pulling her towards his cock.

Kushina giggled.

"As long as I'm not turning blue, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Now that's music to my ears," Sasuke said, with a smirk creasing his lips.

He guided his cock towards her—

And obediently, she parted her lips to inhale his length directly.

He started slow. Gripping her head; thrusting down the column of her throat. Glug, glug—Kushina choked at first, but she got the hang of it.

That is, until he started going faster.

"Fuck," Sasuke groaned, as he thrust harder and harder by the second. His balls slapped against her chin; salvia and precum trickled down her face.

The sounds of her gagging bounced off of Minato's ears.

"Look at your fucking wife," Sasuke said with a laugh. "And look at you; are you hard? I can't really tell."

Minato grit his teeth. Embarrassingly, he was hard—

But white hot rage was flowing through him, too.

Kushina had professed to have nearly fallen in love with this boy…

…and now here he was, face-fucking her as if she were some common slut.

"She cares about you, you know," Minato growled. "You should treat her with a little more respect."

"Who? This little cum dumpster?"

Sasuke actually threw his head back and laughed at that—though the action didn't stop him from thrusting even harder. A thin outline of his cock bulged against her throat every time he bottomed out.

"I treat her the same way I treat your daughter," he taunted.

"Does he—?" Menma began.

"No, of course not…he's trying to get under Dad's skin," said Naruko.

And it was working.

"You- you son of a bitch," Minato rasped. "You better not treat my baby girl like—"

"Your baby girl begs for my cum and spreads her legs for me whenever I want her to," Sasuke interjected. "I use her how she wants to be used; just like I'm using your wife right now."

"That's it!"

Minato jumped up, his chakra flaring.

Menma and Naruko recoiled; even Kushina stiffened somewhat.

Sasuke didn't even bat an eye.

He didn't even stop thrusting.

"You are on your last straw," Minato growled. "I am your Hokage and you will treat my family with—"

"Mmm…" Sasuke groaned. "Hold on, I think your wife wants to say something." She was tapping incessantly against Sasuke's thigh.

The Uchiha pulled his length from out of her throat, his entire shaft slick from the base to the tip.

Kushina spent a few moments coughing; silence permeated the room otherwise. Minato stood there, chakra flaring. Sasuke stood opposite him, his cock as engorged as ever and yet otherwise stone-faced.

"Just…relax, honey," Kushina said, staring Minato down. "Sasuke might have gotten a little carried away, but that's no excuse—"

"I think he's just upset at how much he likes it," Sasuke sneered.

Minato's entire body shook with anger. Yet, despite all that, he was just as erect as Sasuke was. The blond grit his teeth, glaring daggers at the Uchiha whose cock was slick with his wife's salvia.

"I'm going to teach you some respect," Minato said, cracking his knuckles.

"Right here and now? Do I at least get to cum down your wife's throat first?"

"Both of you get dressed," Minato said. "Meet me at the eighth training grounds."

Fuming, the blond stormed out of the room.

Kushina stared up at Sasuke.

"I warned you," she said after a moment, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

To that, Sasuke shrugged.

"C'mon," he said. "I guess I'll just have to finish afterwards."

As the two got dressed, behind the seal, Menma and Naruko exchanged glances.

"Is…Sasuke about to get his ass kicked?" Menma wondered aloud.

Naruko bit the inside of her cheek.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I've never seen Sasuke pick a fight with someone if he isn't sure that he can win."

"But it's Dad," Menma replied.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Naruko took a breath. "Hopefully, he'll take it easy on him."

"After that? Probably not," said Menma.

"...yeah, you're right," she said again. "Let's go."

"Are you sure? Without the seal—"

"Dad won't be paying attention. Mom won't be even thinking about us. And Sasuke will be too busy getting his ass kicked to even worry about us. As long as we stay out of sight, it'll be fine."

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Sasuke wondered if this was technically fair.

Minato expected a fight against some upstart Uchiha with a big cock and an even bigger ego.

Not a fight against a battle-heartened veteran who'd battled against literal Gods and lived to tell the tale.

He didn't expect it to be an easy fight by any means. Minato was, after all, the Fourth Hokage. He was a formidable opponent; and definitely not someone to talk lightly.

Unfortunately for Minato—

Sasuke had gone up against the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki. In his prime, no less, hardened by the Fourth Great Shinobi War, invigorated with the Sage of Six Path's powers.

Compared to him, Minato was a cakewalk. Sasuke had seen him in action…as an Edo Tensei with unlimited chakra and no sense of pain, he might pose a threat. But as a normal human, Sasuke wasn't worried.

He might not have his Rinnegan. But he was still imbued with the power with the Uchiha. And he had no qualms in his mind as to how this fight would pan out.

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They stood in the eighth training grounds. Sasuke on one side, Minato on the other. Kushina stood on the edge of the small arena they'd designated, having haphazardly thrown some clothes on.

In the distance, Naruko and Menma hid in the undergrowth, camouflaged. If any of the three in the training grounds were aware of their presence, they didn't show it.

"Here's what's going to happen," said Sasuke, with a smirk on his lips. "I'm going to pummel you into the dirt. Then I'm going to lay your wife down right beside you and fuck her senseless."

"Keep talking," Minato growled through gritted teeth. "It's just going to make this all the more satisfying."

"Honey, please," Kushina whispered. "Take it easy on him. He's—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Minato had already sprung at Sasuke.

Lightning quick, the Fourth Hokage was on the Uchiha in the blink of an eye.

Minato wasn't a sociopath—all he wanted to do was teach Sasuke a lesson in humility. One solid blow would end this…he'd make it quick, but definitely not painless. Minato smirked as he aimed for Sasuke's gut, looking to take the wind out of him with a single punch.

Then he was gone.

The Fourth Hokage's fist hit nothing but open air.

He heard a whistle behind him. He turned just in time to see a foot aimed at him.

And—

He wasn't fast enough to dodge it. Minato was fast enough to catch it, though…albeit barely, the force of the kick sending him skidding back across the grass several meters.

Sasuke landed deftly, raising himself back up to full height.

Minato blinked.

"How did you—?"

He couldn't remember the last time someone had been fast enough to dodge one of his attacks. It'd been decades, nearing on a quarter of a century.

But never had someone been able to not only dodge his attack, but launch a successful counter-attack on him, too.

"It's not too late to give up," said Sasuke.

Minato snarled.

"One lucky strike doesn't mean a damn thing," the Hokage murmured.

That's all it was; luck. Minato was rusty, having been sentenced to sit behind a desk every day for the past two decades. Sasuke had the Sharingan—he must have just barely managed to evade that first blow thanks to his family's dojutsu.

This time, though, he'd make it a little harder.

Minato flashed forth once again…only this time, he didn't go straight for Sasuke.

He was a mere blur; circling the Uchiha again and again. To an outsider, it was as if a yellow flash was rushing around Sasuke, kicking up dust and obscuring his vision. He zigzagged, keeping his pattern irregular, making it so that the Sharingan wouldn't be able to give him more than a millisecond's warning at most.

This time, he would—

"Gotcha."

Minato's eyes widened as Sasuke grabbed him by the throat, having caught him middash.

He made eye contact.

'You idiot,' Minato thought. 'Never make eye contact with an Uchiha.'

A genjutsu would be tricky to break out of, but thankfully, Sasuke was no Itachi. It would be doable.

If he had his Sharingan activated that was.

Much to Minato's horror…

Sasuke's eyes were unchanged. They were as dark as hair, and unforgiving. He didn't have pre recognition; he didn't have a single thing other than raw strength and speed helping him.

Minato clawed at Sasuke's wrist. But he was trapped—and when Sasuke's fist found its mark square in the center of his chest, it sent the blond flying.

His ribcage throbbed; any harder and one of his ribs would have been cracked. Minato landed on his feet, but just barely, wheezing for breath.

Then Sasuke was behind him. Minato lashed out with an elbow, only for Sasuke to duck…a jab to the back of his knee sent Minato careening to the ground.

Sasuke wrenched the blond's arm behind his back, forcing his head against the dirt. He couldn't move a muscle.

It was over. Minato could try escaping with his Hirashin, but the nearest point he had marked was on his and Kushina's wedding ring. He was no coward, having to resort to a cheap trick when it was clear from the start—

Sasuke…somehow…was stronger than him.

"Do you yield?" asked Sasuke.

Minato looked up at Kushina.

He recalled just a few minutes ago—

Her gagging on lewdly on Sasuke's cock, the Uchiha treating her as if she were nothing more than a cock sleeve.

And he thought about Sasuke doing that same thing to his sweet baby girl.

'Fuck it,' Minato thought. 'I have to win. My pride's gone, anyway.'

He closed his eyes—

And to Sasuke, it as if he flashed out of existence.

He appeared next to Kushina some ten meters away, having to climb to his feet from the contorted position where Sasuke had held him.

"Oh, right," Sasuke said. "The Hiraishin. I forgot you could use that."

'He forgot I could use that?' Minato thought, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He glanced at Kushina, who looked shellshocked. 'He's seen me use it a thousand times…'

"I'm all for cheap tricks," Sasuke said, looking unperturbed. "Should I go ahead and activate my Sharingan?"

"He…he…he hasn't been using it?" Kushina whispered. To say she was shocked was an understatement.

And that was nothing compared to what Menma and Naruko felt as they watched Sasuke systematically dismantle their father.

Soon, Sasuke's black eyes began to grow crimson. He crouched slightly, adopting a fighting stance.

Minato took a breath. He just had to stay on the defensive, that was—

'Fuck,' the blond thought, a second too late as it was Sasuke's turn to blitz him.

The sheer speed that Sasuke moved at caused a gale of wind—Kushina's hair blew everywhere. Minato threw himself out of the way just barely.

Sasuke was behind him again. Just as the Uchiha made to strike him, Minato vanished, again appearing next to Kushina.

This time he was significantly more out of breath.

"Sudden use of that technique drains your chakra," Sasuke narrated. "If you don't have the time to concentrate, it means you have to use a hundred times the chakra you otherwise need."

Minato bristled. "How do you—?" Not even Kushina knew that.

"Lots and lots of study," Sasuke said.

After all, that was the reason Naruto had never chosen to adopt it himself. The Hirashin used a flat percentage of chakra…for Naruto, the path to victory was always a war of attrition. Relying on the Hiraishin which could suck up huge quantities of chakra with no discernable gain versus honing raw speed and agility proved to a no-brainer.

"Are you about ready to throw in the towel?"

Minato panted.

For a second, he really thought about yielding.

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Then Kushina and Naruko crossed his mind.

'I can't do it. Even if I'm outmatched.'

Sasuke gave him approximately two seconds.

Then the Uchiha blitzed forward yet again.

Minato tried to concentrate, but he was just too fast. This time, Sasuke was on him before he could get the jutsu off.

A fist rammed into his gut. Minato doubled over, wheezing with pain.

Sasuke jerked him back up to a standing position. Then made eye contact.

Minato's body seized up.

He didn't have the chakra left to brute force his way out. Nobody was nearby to break it. And Sasuke's genjutsu proved too powerful to undermine.

With one finger, Sasuke pushed him over.

Minato landed with a grunt on his back, falling in an awkward position with no control over his limbs.

"That was a good fight," Sasuke admitted, as he gazed down at the fallen Hokage. "You did well, considering."

'Considering what?' Minato thought, staring blankly at the sky. 'How is this possible?'

Soft footsteps approached.

"You…you won," came Kushina's voice, gentle and wavering.

"I don't blame you for underestimating me," Sasuke said.

"Two months ago you couldn't hold a candle to him," Kushina whispered. "I watched you guys spar; he gave you pointers, taught you to watch out for certain weaknesses. You couldn't even follow his movements, Sharingan or not."

Sasuke smirked. "What can I say? I was holding back."

He pulled her close.

Out of the corner of his eye, Minato could just barely see as Sasuke tipped her head back and claimed her lips.

"...you are better than him…" Kushina purred when they parted.

"He's a better person than me," Sasuke admitted. "Look where that got him."

Minato jumped as something fell beside him—a hand grabbed his shoulder, flipping him over onto his side.

Kushina was on her back, her legs nearly touching him.

"I always keep my promises," Sasuke told him. "Remember what I told you?"

"I'm going to pummel you into the dirt. Then I'm going to lay your wife down right beside you and fuck her senseless."

If Minato could make a noise, it would be a pathetic one. Instead, all he could see was stare blankly as Sasuke stripped Kushina bare.

When the Uchiha took his own clothes off, Kushina moaned.

"Did you enjoy watching that?" asked Sasuke as he bent down low, running his tongue along Kushina's supple body.

"After the shock wore off…yes…" Kushina purred.

His cock was poised right at her entrance.

"Stop me, Minato," Sasuke said condescendingly. "Stop me from fucking your wife. Stop me."

Kushina panted, staring up at the Uchiha, her bosom heaving.

Minato stared blankly.

Sasuke reached forward, shaking Minato's shoulder fiercely.

"What's the matter?" Sasuke said. "I thought you were going to teach me a lesson?"

"...you sure taught me a lesson," Kushina mumbled.

"Shut up," Sasuke snapped.

Kushina's mouth glued shut.

Sasuke turned his attention to Minato.

"She's mine now," Sasuke stated. "Mine. Do you understand that?"

Minato stared blankly.

"Maybe not yet," Sasuke continued. "But you will."

He grunted as he eased himself inside of her—Kushina squealed as her pussy was filled.

"You definitely will after tonight," Sasuke said.

He wasted no time as he began to thrust into her.

This wasn't the first time Minato had watched Sasuke utterly dominate Kushina.

But—

It was different.

He was beaten; frozen in place. Forced to watch every single thrust, every pump of the Uchiha's hips. Kushina's moans echoed throughout the clearing, loud enough that he was almost worried that some random bystander would hear her.

Sasuke grunted with an animalistic frenzy as he hammered in and out of the redhead. Her unfathomably tight pussy gripped him at every step of the way—she was so slick and wet that Minato could hear it.

"Fuck~ Oh my~ Oh my fucking God~"

It went on for what felt like forever.

In reality, it probably wasn't anymore than ten minutes. Considering the blowjob earlier, Sasuke had to be pretty pent-up.

He slowed down, gazing down into Kushina's eyes.

"I hope you're ready for this," he whispered to her, his voice gentle. "This marks your true beginning."

"...beginning…?" she whimpered.

She'd already came once, twice, maybe three times. It was hard to tell up from down, right from last. Her legs kept smacking into Minato—at one point, she'd reached out and torn part of his shirt off in her throes.

"You're mine," Sasuke intoned.

"I'm yours," Kushina repeated.

"Do you know what that means?"

Kushina shook her head.

"Yes, you do," Sasuke said, cupping her chin. "Say it. Say it for me and him to hear."

"I can't have sex with you anymore, Minato," Kushina squeaked out. She moaned as he sunk his cock into her, deeper than ever before. "This pussy…this pussy is—ahh!" She threw her head back. "It's Sasuke's~!"

"If I want you to sleep over at my apartment?"

"I'll be there."

"If I'm bored?"

"I'll-I'll be down on my knees ready to entertain you…"

"And if Minato wants you?"

"Then he can't have me," Kushina murmured. "This body is reserved for you and you alone."

"And if Minato has a problem with that?"

"Then I'll call on you to kick his ass again," Kushina said with a giggle.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Fuck," hissed Sasuke, as he pressed his lips against Kushina's neck. "I'm close."

"Yes~~"

Where she wanted him to finish wasn't in question.

The clouds floated gently over-head; the sun was waning. Birds chirped in the distance.

From their place of hiding, Naruko and Menma watched.

In her shock and awe, Naruko had forgotten that she was supposed to be upset with Sasuke and Kushina for sleeping together.

In his shock and awe, Menma had forgotten that he was supposed to be aroused by the sight of the two of them together.

Instead, the two of them were left completely and utterly flabbergasted.

Minato was the strongest shinobi in the village bar none. It wasn't a question on if you caught him on an off day or not…he was just that good. He was faster, stronger, more perceptive, more cunning. Even to this day, he regularly sparred against the jōnin of the village.

It'd been decades since he'd lost a spar. Naruko had never even landed a hit on him; Menma had, once, albeit during a spar with Minato quite literally having a hand tied behind him back.

To see him so thoroughly outclassed and outmatched? By Sasuke of all people?

It was astonishing.

Now their hero lay still and broken, unable to lift a finger as Sasuke defiled his wife right next to him.

And as Kushina's moans reached their apex…

The twins knew that things couldn't be the same after this.

"Fuck, fuck, oh my- oh my God!"

"Hang on just a moment," Sasuke rasped as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her again and again. "I want to cum together."

"Hurry," Kushina squeaked. "I'm hanging by a thread~"

Slap!

"Almost—"

Slap!

"—there!"

The two of them rocked back and forth, occasionally brushing against Minato's limp body.

Then, to add insult to injury…

Sasuke bent low, locking his lips with Kushina's.

She moaned into his mouth, squeezing her legs tightly around his waist.

If someone walked up on them now—and conveniently ignored the fact that Minato was next to them—they'd resemble any ordinary couple making love.

Reality wasn't that simple, though.

"Mmm…mmm…mmm~!"

Sasuke was too busy making out with his wife to announce to the world that he was cumming. Minato didn't need such a proclamation, however—he'd seen it happen enough times.

The low grunt he let out; the way Kushina cooed and spasmed against him. The rocking of Sasuke's hips back and forth. Minato could almost imagine the cum spurting into his wife's womb, Sasuke having deposited a tremendous load as he always did.

"Gah~! Mmmph~! Mmm~"

Kushina's little squeaks and moans were intoxicating to the ear.

When Sasuke pulled out, potent and thick Uchiha cum had already begun to ooze down Kushina's thigh.

"Fuck," Sasuke swore, his still erect cock slick with cum and juices. 

He sat down next to Kushina, who was gasping for breath, sweaty all over and twitching in the aftermath of their coupling.

As Sasuke stood up, his gaze instinctively swept over his surroundings. Naruko and Menma crouched low in their hiding spot, hoping that he hadn't spotted them.

They seemed to be in the clear as Sasuke's eyes flitted back to the married couple on the ground before him. Both beaten and exhausted—though in two completely different ways.

"Come here, Kushina," he murmured, bending down.

He scooped her up. She couldn't even stand of her own accord; but he was more than willing to keep her upright and leaned against him. His seed dripped freely down onto the grass beneath them.

"You can sleep at the office tonight," Sasuke informed Minato as he loomed over him. "I'll be riding your wife all night long and I don't want to be disturbed."

"I'll have some breakfast ready in the morning, though~" Kushina said sweetly, blowing him a kiss even as she leaned further into Sasuke's embrace.

The two quickly got dressed, then made off back for the house.

After about twenty minutes, the genjutsu finally wore off.

Minato didn't move a muscle.

'What have I done?' rang through his mind.

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Menma and Naruko were, understandably, ambivalent about returning home.

"I still can't—"

"I know," Naruko murmured over bowls at their local ramen shop. "Dad got his ass kicked. We both saw it."

Menma hung his head.

"I don't know how I feel about it," Naruko admitted.

"On one hand—"

The twins both visibly hesitated. They made eye contact, blue eyes against blue, and then—

"It was so hot,"

"It was really hot."

Relief flooded similar, but not quite matching faces.

"Thank God it wasn't just me who thought that," Menma breathed.

"Are you kidding? I love when Sasuke acts all alpha like that. Only…I prefer it when he's doing that sort of thing over me. If he'd kicked our Dads ass and then fucked me like that? I'd be over the moon. I guess it just hits different knowing that he's probably balls deep in our mom right now."

"I mean, I guess there is a silver lining for you, sis," Menma noted. "Dad can't do a damn thing to stop you from being with Sasuke anymore."

"He was…sort of okay with it, though."

"No, he wasn't," Menma murmured. "Did you see how he bristled when Sasuke was antagonizing him about you? That was not the face of a man who's happy with his daughter's choice in partner."

"In Dad's defense, Sasuke was talking about literally using me for my body and nothing else," Naruko said. "I do see your point, though."

"I still can't believe it, though. When did Sasuke get that strong—?"

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…

"Mmm~! Ahh~!"

When they got home, it was about what they were expecting.

The ceiling creaked as Kushina's moans echoed from up the stairs.

Menma and Naruko exchanged a glance.

"We're home!" Menma tentatively called, more than loud enough that they'd be able to hear it.

The noises didn't cease; they didn't even pause.

"...okay then," Menma said.

Naruko grit her teeth.

Neither of them were brave enough to venture upstairs. They busied themselves on the ground floor, though—Menma found a book to read. Naruko went into the spare bedroom, which housed some basic gym equipment, and began to work out.

All the while, Kushina's moans and the sounds of the bed squeaking filled the home.

When it stopped, Naruko cautiously emerged from her seclusion.

The stairs creaked as someone came down them.

Both Naruko and Memna craned their necks, curious as to who would emerge.

Sasuke's spiky hair was the first thing that came into view, followed by the rest of him. He was naked as the day he was born—slightly sweaty, with his cock erect and visibly slick with juices.

He smirked at the both of them.

"Sorry about all the ruckus," he said, stepping towards Naruko. "Your mom and I, well…we had an interesting day." He gently caressed Naruko's cheek. "How are you?"

"Go-good," Naruko said, unable to help herself, leaning into his hand.

"I'm glad. Give me a kiss."

She didn't hesitate, getting on her toes and kissing him deeply. His erect cock poked against her stomach.

"I'll be with Kushina most of the night," Sasuke broke the news. "But when she's out, I'll definitely pay you a visit. Okay?"

"Okay," Naruko breathed.

He kissed her again, then glanced at Menma.

"I'll leave the door open," Sasuke said lightly.

He disappeared into the kitchen. They heard him drinking and snacking on something, presumably whatever was in the fridge.

A few minutes later, he came back into the living room. With a smirk, he headed back up the stairs.

It only took a few moments for the noises to return.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Menma swallowed nervously. "I'll—"

"Just go," Naruko said.

He raced up the stairs.

Naruko leaned against the wall, palming her forehead.

'Even Dad couldn't keep Sasuke away from Mom,' she thought. 'What chance in hell do I have?'

It seemed she'd come to a crossroads.

Already, she'd had to engage in a threesome with Hinata of all people—and while that hadn't been the worst thing in the world, it was an entirely different thing to envision it with her mother of all people.

But Sasuke had just staked his claim on her. He'd left her father beaten; he'd conquered her so thoroughly that it seemed she didn't even care that her and Menma were home listening to them.

Naruko knew a lost cause when she saw one.

So she had two choices.

Give up on Sasuke…

Or learn to live with the fact that she was going to have to coexist with the other girls.

Her heart thumped in her chest.

Of course, in reality, there was only one choice.

And it was a bitter pill to swallow.