Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 587 Libra's Love

Naruto felt a little dizzy from soaking in the water. His head rested on a cool rock by the pool, which pressed against the back of his burning head, making his consciousness somewhat blurred.

But those embarrassing thoughts in my mind just wouldn't go away, no matter how much I soaked them or rinsed them off.

The urge to pull someone into my arms just won't subside.

The thought was like a thorn stuck in his mind, and then that thorn slowly turned into a fire, burning in his chest and in his lower abdomen.

Desire, in the space between what can be achieved and what cannot, is always the most tormenting thing.

If you know that something will never happen, you'll give up, you'll put out the fire. But if you know that something will happen in a little while, if you know that the door is right in front of you, and you can just reach out and push it open—the fire won't go out; it will only burn brighter.

Because Naruto knew that in a little while, he would be able to do *that* with Satsuki.

They were a couple, living in a room with only the two of them. The bed was already made, the blankets were soft and fluffy, and the light was dim and warm.

However, for some reason, Satsuki refused the suggestion to go to the hot spring together.

Naruto shifted his back off the rock, finding a more comfortable position. Even though Satsuki loved taking baths with him at home.

She would lean on his shoulder, bury her face in the crook of his neck, and say in a coquettish tone, "Naruto's body temperature is so warm." But today, Satsuki refused.

Naruto felt both strange and curious, both eager and a little disappointed.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening came from behind.

Naruto felt a slight movement of air behind him, and his body jolted, but he didn't turn around.

"...Sasuki?"

Naruto's voice was forced out of his throat.

"Um."

A voice came from behind, "Naruto, don't turn around yet..."

The sound was like a cotton candy, almost melting from the heat.

Hearing the shy voice behind him, Naruto immediately perked up. The dizziness he had felt earlier vanished instantly, and his breathing became more rapid than before.

Why did Satsuki, who had refused, come again? Before Naruto could think about this question in detail, before he could even form a complete sentence in his mind, the sound of water entering his ears rang out.

"Splash—"

Then, a soft touch, the warmth of skin pressed tightly against skin, came from beside Naruto, adhering to his skin without a single gap.

Naruto was jolted awake.

He instinctively reached out underwater and wrapped his arm around Satsuki's slender waist. But the moment his hand touched her waist, he immediately noticed something strange. "Huh? Is Satsuki still wearing something?"

"……."

However, Naruto's question was met with silence. Satsuki didn't explain, but simply buried her face in the back of his neck, pressed her forehead against his cervical spine, touched the tip of her nose to his skin, and slightly parted her lips to exhale a warm, trembling breath.

In many situations, silence itself is an answer. Satsuki's silence tells Naruto that yes, she is wearing something, but she doesn't want to say what it is; she wants him to see for himself rather than hear her say it.

Then, Naruto slowly turned his head and saw his wife's true face.

The lines started from her shoulders, extended down the curve of her collarbone, crossed at her chest, and circled around her waist several times.

Her hair was a little wet, and a few strands clung to her cheeks, making her skin appear even whiter and more translucent. Her face, ears, and neck were all flushed. Her eyes were fixed on him, her dark pupils reflecting his face and the light dancing on the surface of the hot spring water.

"Naruto...do you like it?"

Do you like it? That's a somewhat problematic question.

The question should be—who would hate the sight before them? Probably only homosexuals. Or those who are blind, or those whose hearts have been replaced with stones, or those who simply don't understand the meaning of the word "beauty."

Anyway, any straight man who sees this scene wouldn't have a second answer.

But Naruto's reaction was much more intense than "like"—his face flushed red, and something seemed to explode in his chest. His throat began to stammer.

At the same time, Naruto also learned the truth: what exactly were those clothes that Satsuki bought?

The fabric that barely covered anything—this was what Satsuki had kept hidden all day, preventing him from seeing it, and even making him carry the storage scroll himself.

Naruto felt like his body was a powder keg about to explode.

"Satsuki...did you buy these clothes?"

"Um……"

"Because the boss said... Naruto will definitely like it... It's only for Naruto to see."

Excitement, repression, dryness—those emotions kept surging up, wave after wave, like a tide, engulfing Naruto completely.

However, another emotion arose in Naruto's heart. It wasn't desire, nor anything related to "instinct".

Moving.

The thought of his wife willingly wearing such clothes for him was incredibly touching. Satsuki was a proud person, yet she wore them.

It's for myself. It's to make myself happy, to see for myself, and to make him think, "My wife is so beautiful."

Satsuki felt Naruto tighten his grip on her waist. His arms tightened, pulling her closer and closer to him.

She obediently draped herself over Naruto, surrendering all her weight, all her defenses, and all her shame to him.

Their eyes began to glaze over.

Their gazes locked, an uneasy, dreamy connection. Their eyes slid from each other's faces to their lips, then back to their eyes, back and forth, slowly.

Finally, at this moment, the switch was turned on.

It's an invisible switch within a person, a switch that belongs only to couples, partners. Normally it's off, locking all "instincts" behind the door. But at this moment, the door opens.

A well-educated person has a scale in their heart. On one side of the scale is "morality", and on the other side is "instinct".

Morality is the set of rules about "what should be done" and "what should not be done" that people are taught, instilled by society, and shaped by their environment from birth.

Instinct is the most primitive and fundamental human being, existing in the body without any teaching, and is the desire for "what to want" and "what not to want".

This scale is not balanced, but tilted. The upbringing a person receives can cause the weight of "morality" to exceed the weight of "instinct".

You'll feel shy, blush, and be embarrassed; you'll know how to restrain yourself. You'll tell yourself, "This is wrong," "This is too fast," "This is going too far." Your morality is pulling you back, preventing you from taking that step.

However, at this moment, during the intimacy, the "instinct" side, due to the love and joy in their hearts, begins to intensify.

Body temperature, voice, and personal charm—every frame, every sound, every breath adds weight to the "instinct" side.

More and more were added, until the scales began to sway, to tilt, to tip to the other side. Until the weight of "instinct" completely overwhelmed "morality." Until that door was pushed open completely.

At this point, a person will completely become a fool. They will no longer feel shy about intimacy, nor will they feel embarrassed or restrained; all that remains is the instinct to follow love.

"Well……"

In the steam, Naruto kissed Satsuki's lips. His arms completely embraced Satsuki's body, holding him so tightly that there was no gap between them. The hot spring water rippled around them, making a soft "splashing" sound, and the steam rose between them, blurring their outlines.

After the switch was turned on, the shame associated with the clothing completely disappeared.

Those black lines were no longer something that made her blush. She became a wife who only knew how to pursue happiness, a woman who only wanted to be held by this person and looked at by this person with those heart-pounding eyes, the one who didn't need to think at all.

"Satsuki...so soft...so cute..."

"Naruto... I love you... I love you the most..."

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(500 words were cut, but it's not a big problem)