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Short Chapter Preview of Fanfiction:
Nighttime at the Hokage House.
After washing the dishes, Hinata shook the water off her hands and called out to the children watching TV with great interest, “Mino,
let’s go take a bath together.”
Boruto looked away from the TV and pouted, “Mom, stop making my brother take a bath all the time. I’ve never done that before.”
Hinata tapped his head and said with a smile, “You’re a big kid now, aren’t you ashamed to take a bath with Mommy?”
“But you haven’t bathed your sister in recent years!”
“You silly big brother, Himawari can take care of herself, don’t drag me into this. I think you’re just jealous of Mina-nii-nii .” Himawari
didn’t want to get involved in her brother’s argument with her mother.
Boruto blushed and shouted, “Wh-what?! I didn’t! I just thought it was weird that Mina, who’s so old, was still taking a bath with
Mom!”
He stole glances at his mother, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. Yes, he was truly jealous. He didn’t know when it had started,
but he had gradually fallen in love with his mother—her stunning beauty, her virtuous character, even her voluptuous body. His eyes were
always drawn to her swaying breasts and the way her hips moved as she walked. Time hadn’t left a mark on her; instead, it had cultivated
an increasingly rich and alluring charm. For him, at this restless age of adolescence, she was undoubtedly the perfect object of sexual
awakening. His lust and affection were drawn to his mother’s body.
But what made him jealous was that his mother always doted on his younger brother the most… Yes, the one who, although a boy, had a
girl’s name. His pretty face was remarkably similar to his mother’s, his smile as gentle as ever, yet tinged with shyness. His skin was fair and
smooth, delicate and exquisite like a fragile work of art, and his long, ink-black hair was styled in the same hee-cut as his mother’s, making
him seem like a miniature, youthful version of Hinata.
What Boruto didn’t know was that in the original timeline, the Uzumaki family only had two children. This younger brother, who had
taken away his mother’s affection, was a time traveler, and also an unfortunate child who had awakened a dangerous talent that would
bring annihilation to his family.
“If you want it, brother, I can give you Mommy.” Mina’s fair and delicate face showed some fear and unease as she timidly clasped her
hands together.
“That’s not what I meant…” Boruto waved his hand somewhat helplessly, “Sigh…you…you, never mind, hmph!”
“Okay, your brother was just joking.”
Hinata gently pulled Mino up, and under Boruto’s resentful gaze, the two entered the bathroom. Hinata helped her son take off his
clothes, then removed her own pajamas and underwear, folding them neatly and placing them aside. Her full breasts and hips were exposed
to the air. Hinata looked in the mirror and smoothed her hair, only to see her son standing there watching her expectantly, his hands
covering his crotch, a slight blush rising on his little face, looking as pitiful as a frightened fawn.
“What’s wrong? Is your big penis hurting again?”
“Hmm… Seeing Mom’s body, it, it…” Mina moved her hand away, and a white jade-like fleshy rod sprang out. It was almost as thick
and long as Mina’s forearm, standing straight like a javelin, its ferocious head pointing at Hinata, as if it were ready to fire at any moment,
covering the mother who gave birth to her with white, fishy stench.
Hinata’s face flushed slightly. This was why she wanted to bathe with her son; she needed to help Mino deal with her surging sexual
desire. Her Mino was completely different from her father, but rather somewhat similar to herself…
