Filthy Gamer in Narutoverse: 257

Title: A Pleased Mistress (Lewd)

Kai swallows the lump in his throat as he has enough reasons to ignore the concentration of chakra bubbling with such heat not a few meters away from the sealed space wherein Mito’s shack lies within an undersea cave, a viewing distance from a beautiful and poisonous colony of corals. Mito wants her to do that, like the usual. Fortunately for Kai, and unfortunately for Mito, she wasn’t the same kind of grandma who would attend to him in the gentlest yet stern manner when necessary despite never being her blood. And Kai has other plans now. Sure, he always prioritizes the Harem’s wishes, but Mito isn’t a part of it, and it’s on him to do something about the issue.

Why?

Why not?

Just like winners don’t need a reason to win, Kai does not require a reason to make it his problem to persuade the woman he is interested in to make sure she sees him in the same light as he does her. And Mito, the kind soul she is—to him—provides him a fantastic opportunity to present his case.

[Daily Quest: Massage the Young GILF

Summary: Mistress Uzumaki has grown weary in her lonesome and expects you to bring the same joy you used to while massaging her legs. Be a dear and fulfill her quest.

Rewards: Mistress Mito’s Affection

Failure: Mistress’ Disappointed Expression.]

Kai, to this day, cannot pinpoint if his trait can predict the future. It certainly seems so when one considers that the consequences of success and failure have yet to occur, but his Trait can foresee them all the same. And it’s through the mission Kai realizes that Mito intended to help him regardless. Or maybe not. Maybe his trait can be wrong, not that it ever was—and Kai doesn’t intend to experiment to see the consequences, especially concerning Mito.

But there are some things to note.

‘Daily Quest?’ Kai raises a single eyebrow. ‘Why don’t I get such quests with Nono and the rest?’ He massages them occasionally, at their requests. But it’s right to say that Mito has managed to rouse Daily quests from his Trait consistently.

He lets go of such mysteries again, not finding them worth his time. He would care enough if most of his growth depended on the quests, but that’s not true. Kai is entirely dependent on the Grind and nothing else!

So, as the caring master he is, despite Cinnamon’s hissing protests, Kai gently places her atop a table near a small saucer with some milk in it. He glances over the humble living room, sitting in stark contrast with Mito’s lavish decorations—a sealed Biju and a tablet penned by Rikudo! Those things can create a commotion in the underground noblemen’s market—better yet—wars.

Taking a deep breath, he works his way to Mito’s bedroom, cradling his expectations to the lowest since one’s great anticipation is often the cause of their upset conclusion, and boy, he feels good in doing so since Mito blows away all these expectations out of the fucking park by laying on a double-mattress bed on her front, wearing nothing but a pair of innocent white panties, nothing to cover her top as the large swathe of her uncovered creamy back sends Kai into a stupor. He fails to consider the various exotic oil jars resting on the nightstand, a slightly open and disheveled cupboard that proves Mito is Tsunade’s Grandmother indeed with how much of a mess she can be without anyone to keep after her, and a short smile on said Grandmother with one tight and perky ass as she glances at him with narrowed eyes.

He clears his throat, feeling oddly small in her presence once again. He has a practice of massaging a clothed Mito’s legs and ankles, knowing all her sore spots enough to the point that his host already had two skills mastered before Kai took over—Dishwashing and Massage. But this is stimulating just by the factor of its existence! Now Kai knows he might be putting Mito on a pedestal and exaggerating a few things. But in his mind, it will only be sweeter when he eventually drags the woman down the said pedestal in the way she deserves now that he notes her expressive smile.

“Would you like me to introduce the oils in the jar, kid?” She toothily grins as he shoots back with a recovering smirk. “Would you like me to clean your room before anything, Mistress?”

Her lips slightly gape before she snorts, hearing a bark of gruff laughter in her inner space. “So, you’re a cunt AND a lousy piece of shit! Grahahahahaha!”

Putting her perpetual trash talk against the beast, Mito turns to look away, resting her head on her pillow with a contented hum. “I suppose that’s fair. Of course, you would point out how my stalling mental health couldn’t keep up with daily chores while you had a family of your own supporting your decisions.”

Kai blinks. “No, that’s not what I—” he ends his words with a scoff, making Mito chuckle as she closes her eyes by saying, “You almost got me!”

“I did,” she sniffs, “almost.”

Not letting the silence between them go unused, Kai closes the distance after closing the door behind him. He uncovers the lid of the few small jars on Mito’s nightstand, leaning down to sniff them individually under her observant gaze. Maybe he knows about such Oil extracts already, she wonders, hoping Tsuande’s reproachful acts against her Legacy Guardian didn’t damper her will to teach the boy. Her granddaughter was always the scatter-brained sort for everything except Iryo-Nin, Gambling, and Drinking—the latter two practices fueling her worst tendencies further at times.

Putting her mind at ease, she hears him hum in surprise. “You used some Poisonous Corals, right? You can mix their extracts into other oils. I saw a few of these in the Uzu market a while back.”

“They are simple to mix,” Mito admits, “and relieve the body significantly, nothing like Suna’s specific apothecary.”

Her words draw another accepting noise from her former ‘Maid’s’ throat as he dips an index finger into one of the jars, swirling his finger around in the slightly viscous concoction.

“It’s fine,” he pulls his finger back, wiping the oil from his index with a wide smile. “We won’t be needing these oils for the massage. It would speak little of me if I have to resort to external products to prove my worth as the next Kage for you to assist, no?” Straightening his back, only now letting Mito realize how far he had grown, for he towers over her in every possible manner BUT chakra reserves, Kai gently places his hand on her naked back.

A shudder spreads through her spine, and a lick of chakra boldly enters her system through his palm, an act that can poison or injure someone when performed by a lesser man. But that lick and sensation of the sliver pure chakra is not too different from the healing chakra of Iryo Nin, allowing Mito to surmise Kai is neither lesser in his skills nor is he innocent of his pursuits. She would chuckle throatily if just one touch did not feel so relieving. And yet, here they are, Kai’s hands gradually pressing upon her back, investing her with a strange chakra not too wayward from the Yin-Yang composite of the Healing chakra until she hears HER Kyubi’s gasp.

“T-That Chakra! Impossible!”

Mito ignores the cryptic furball like usual, finding a more relieving sensation under Kai’s ministrations than any moment of battling her words with the Fox and winning occasionally might she proudly supplant.

Mito knew not what chakra nature Kai utilized; it felt familiar still. And with the kind of relationship she has with her half of Kyubi, how could she realize Kai had been infusing streams of chakra transformed during the [Yin-Yang Chakra Cloak], or as Kushina calls it so fondly, her Kyubi Mode?

But Kai does this to warm her up, replacing the need for exotic scented oils as he briefly activates his Byakugan without Mito’s knowledge to make sure he isn’t accidentally screwing her tenketsu.

There’s a reason why more problematic operations using Iryo-Nin need specialized seals instead of sticking healing chakra to the affected region and activating cell activity—Tenketsu. And he certainly feels proud that a Kunoichi like Mito is quick to notice his skills and rest, basking in the tender affection of the Chakra he knows she doesn’t have access to since she probably doesn’t try to make up with her half of Kyubi the way she is.

As Kai notices the first hint of sweat build-up, dampening her skin into unbelievable softness, he stops using the Yin-Yang Nature Chakra and gets to work. He presses his hands around her shoulders, squeezing them with such firm comfort that Mito exhales warmly, relaxing on her bed without minding his errand hands running down her arms and casually brushing with the soft mounds spilling a little near her upper arm out of her frame, but she admits such movements feel incredible.

His hands near her hips, grabbing her waist slightly before pressing his thumbs and rubbing her back with a notable technique as his curled fingers slide up her soft abdomen, almost pushing into her breasts from behind before he stops, much to her frustration and leisure. She isn’t the kind to balk at such things since she laid half-naked on her accord, testing, nay, teasing the Kage-to-be who’s apparently working his way under her granddaughter and another red-haired successor. But she didn’t expect him to turn the tables on the teasing quarters, from almost groping her breasts from behind to bluntly sitting atop her ass, leaning forward till the arc of her back felt something hard against it, and bring his hands near her neck before massaging her traps and nearing her collarbones, the addition of his hot breaths a lick away from her reddening ears.

Another pleased huff escapes her soft lips as Mito loses herself in her thoughts. The last time she spurred Kai on, Mito didn’t expect to meet him until he made a name for himself by the time he reached twenty or at the prime of his teen years. How was she to know Konoha’s Dragon Sage, though looking more than a man, is still a boy? That’s so much worse for the bored Mito since his admittance of relationships proves well enough of the thoughts swirling in her mind, evident by her sudden request for a massage in nothing but what seems to be rapidly dampening and see-through white panties!

Frankly, she didn’t have the heart to select any other color lest it test his nerves further. Or, Rikudo forbids, she appears in nothing but fiery red or midnight, lace-like black panties. But wearing a plain white one might have been a mistake, too.

Maybe the entire situation is one giant mistake that might lead to regrettable—

“Sorry.”

A soft apology snaps Mito out of her inner ramblings as she blinks, turning to look at Kai from the corner of his eyes, watching his hands firmly planted on her butt cheeks, fingers pressed in, as he smiles wryly at her while sitting on the back of her knees and sporting one grand wood under his trousers.

“I managed to keep your gift safe for so long, only for it to melt away by the end, that chainmail you helped commission for me.”

Mito blinks. It wasn’t a lot from her side. Why wouldn’t she want Kai to grow stronger using better pieces of equipment? He is much closer to her real family than the rest! And his hard-working nature often endeared the woman when she taught him the first of fuinjutsu.

“What took it away?” Mito questions.

“A forbidden jutsu from Iwa. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it,” he clicks his tongue, sounding sincerely sad. “It’s the Jutsu that lets you grow mouths inside your hands.”

“Ah,” Mito realizes before smiling. “I know it. One of the Forbidden Jutsus, the Second Tsuchikage, couldn’t make heads or tails of. All I know is the Second Tsuchikage snatched it from the Earth Temple. Funny, isn’t it? All the Five Temples have some amazing Jutsu and connection with the Rikudo in some form and manner. Wind Temple could seal Ichibi before Hashirama had the chance precisely because of one of their heritage seal.”

“I see,” Kai chews on her words before unconsciously squeezing the perky wonder in his hands, earning him a narrow-eyed stare from Mito before she scoffs softly. “But don’t apologize for that chainmail. It served its purpose, no? It made you strong. And now you can earn enough wealth to commission tens of it.”

He nods before smiling, “Right. I felt it was a slight pity that I lost it only some hours before meeting you.”

“Hoping for another gift to remember me by, are we?” Mito smirks despite the ground rules she tried to instill before. As it turns out, rule makers are often rule breakers, too.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Kai adopts a sneaky smirk despite his subservient tone. “You are assisting me a great deal as is.”

“If I’m satisfied,” Mito interrupts.

“So, satisfaction is the key indeed.” She hears him mutter loud enough for her to roll her eyes.

Mito looks away again, as her toes slightly twitch, moments away from curling as she feels his impish fingers slide down her legs as he slowly gets up from her knees and parts them WIDE enough to fit between them, the bulky man-child he is. Her breath catches in her throat as she grows silent, feeling every droplet of sweat on her skin and droplets of other fluids building and stirring within her.

She can’t possibly stop Kai now, can she? It’s not like they are doing anything wrong. It’s just a massage, an act that will eventually bring Konoha and Uzuhiogakure together! Mito, with all her politicking, can’t possibly NOT understand the value of such an act, right? This moment in her bedroom could lead to another decade of peace and prosperity—for Konoha. Sure, her home island is decked out, but she cannot forget her true home, right? She’d been already betrothed to that Shinobi Village, after all. And it’s not like she is forcing herself atop Kai.

No, she is just lying there, expecting a good massage. Now how can she ever understand the mind of a teen with ridiculous strength, a firm hand, a firmer dick, and a technique to almost make her gasp aloud if not for her superb control!

“What control, you slut?!”

Mito ignores the fur and teeth as her fingers clench her bedsheets, teeth biting in on her pillow. It’s been far too long. Even the phantom sensation of good fucks she got from Kai and Kushina getting it done could not compare to Kai’s thumbs rubbing her entrance through the fabric. His hands rub her cheeks together, stretching the waistband down teasingly till he exposes the crack of her butt to the elements while almost pushing his thick digit inside alongside the fabric!

Her hands fail to stay in place, her renewed body much too sensitive after the years as her hands near her pillow, clawing into them while her legs almost catch Kai’s face and slam him down against her ass to have his hot breath and tongue against her juicy entrance. But that wouldn’t do!

They aren’t here to rut like wild animals, not to pin him down while she rides him to compare the phantom pleasures with the real deal, and certainly not to bring him closer to her lips, share passionate and fiery kisses as he spoons her and bottoms out inside her very trained ass—don’t judge her, there aren’t many things to do in her lonesome!

“Hnnngh!” Mito muffles her moans, toes curling as he delivers an exemplary orgasm out of her, seeing her gushing with no respite as he doesn’t pull back but leans down to plant a rather sensual peck betwixt the hip dimples, whispering, “Did I get it right, Mistress?” His tone was as teasing as she once adopted, and his hands didn’t stop yet as he returned to massage her back by grabbing her waist, pressing his thumbs into her back, and dragging her grip back and forth till she snapped out of her post-orgasm daze.

Kai didn’t need any sort of confirmation at all, of course, not from her, at least.

[Daily Quest: Massage the Young GILF

Summary: Mistress Uzumaki has grown weary in her lonesome and expects you to bring the same joy you used to while massaging her legs. Be a dear and fulfill her quest.

Rewards: Mistress Mito’s Affection

Failure: Mistress’ Disappointed Expression.]

[Success]

He smiles, snapping out of his thoughts once he feels Mito looking at her, and the desiring look in her eyes is all Kai needs to understand that while Mito shares her granddaughter’s restrain against reviled sexual kinks that many Kunoichi doesn’t, the redhead isn’t squeamish enough to repel such luxuriating advances.

He grins at her, bringing one wet finger to his lips before sucking them gently. It’s not hard to see conflict burning inside Mito as he pulls his finger away, nodding. “Right, I’m glad then.”

Her eyes widen as he steps down from her and her bed, leaving it stained and the room saturated with her scent and musk. Her violet gaze follows him until he reaches the doors and turns back to glance at her. “Be quick about readying yourself, Mistress Mito. My team doesn’t know my arrival here.”

Deep within her, Mito senses Kyubi’s untold frustration and humiliation. The woman wonders if Kushina felt it the other way this time. But it doesn’t matter to the woman. Her glance last on his back as he leaves her view before she lets out a shuddering sigh, relaxing on her stomach once more.

Who says he cannot be a tease?

Take that, Orochimaru!

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Alternate Title: Return of Daily Quest; Ever The GILF; Mysteries That Need No Brain Cells!; Cinnamon Is Tired of Getting Sidelined!; The Snek Shall Plot Her Revenge; Cinnamon’s Villain Origin Story; The Mistress Tamer; Mito Is a Tease? Guess Again!; A Massage Worth Years!; Kai Need No Oils; Ever The Maid; Kai Ready To Grab A Fistful of Mito’s Hair And Drag Her Down The Pedestal While Fuking Her Sore; The Redhead Needs Heat; Kyubi And Her Awesome Moments; Orochimaru Needs To Wine, Dine, and 69 Kai!; Both The Kyubi Turning Big Tittied Fox Girls To Exact Vengeance On Kushina and Mito With the Allmighty D—Jiraiya’s Smut Plotline, The Greatest Prophecy!; It’s Not Wrong If It’s Politics; Make Mito Great Again *Kai: On It!*; The Smitten Fox Mistress; Kyubi *Sensing Mito’s Everpresent Lust For SUS Kai*: Bitch! What Control?!

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A/n: So, we finally got to Mito. I hope you guys like it.