Uzumaki Naruto has no problem with his ninja skills

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"Madam, you, you are a little drunk, you can't, you can't drink any more! If you drink any more, you will have drank too much!"

At Mrs. Mikoto's house, at the dining table, Naruto's face was already flushed.

Drinking with my wife, the alcohol content in my mouth is obviously not high at all, but why is it so intoxicating and makes me feel dizzy?

Is the blush on Madam’s face too charming, or is the rosy and translucent skin on Madam’s body looking too tempting?

Moreover, it feels like it has so much stamina! After just drinking for a while, Naruto already felt a terrible headache.

Madam, you are sitting so close to Uzumaki Naruto, and your body is leaning on his arm from time to time. It is so soft that it makes others faint!

"Drink, why don't you drink, Naruto, keep drinking! If you have wine today, you will get drunk today."

Naruto grabbed the wine and tried to hide the bottle.

But Mrs. Mikoto, who was sitting next to him, with quick eyes and quick hands, crawled directly towards Naruto, stretched out her arms, snatched the wine bottle from Naruto's hand, and held it in her hand.

However, in order to complete the action of grabbing the drink from Naruto's hand, her body was already straddling Naruto's legs.

After unscrewing the wine bottle in her hand, Mrs. Mikoto ignored the close distance between herself and Naruto, easily opened Naruto's mouth, and poured a large amount of wine into his mouth. .

"belch!"

Naruto was so drunk that he almost squirted out. Seeing the look of wine spitting out of his mouth and nose, Mrs. Mikoto laughed and slowly stood up from him.

"Hahaha, that's it, that's it, drink it!"

Mrs. Mikoto laughed when she saw Naruto staggering around due to the intoxication.

Smiling and laughing, he suddenly started crying again, sobbing with tears in his eyes and making a sad sound.

"Naruto, they don't care about me, none of them care about me!

One by one, day by day, they are all out there doing what they think is right. They all feel that doing those things is their pursuit, their desire, and the way to realize their life value. .

But none of them thought about me or considered me. "

On Mrs. Mikoto's face, wine and tears were mixed together, dripping continuously from her face, making her look very sad and sad.

Naruto was so drunk that he suddenly sobered up a lot under Mrs. Mikoto's cries.

"Each of them can fight for their ideals, their family, and their village.

But as for me, no one cares about me, no one cares about my feelings, they all think that I should stay in this home as a matter of course, waiting for them to come back...

No one knows how sad it is for me to wake up every morning and look at a huge empty house.

I prepared meals all day long, but I was sitting alone at the dining table, eating alone. Everything in my mouth tasted bad! "

Mrs. Mikoto let out a cry, and started to vomit while crying. She vomited very sadly.

Naruto sighed, sobered up a lot, and staggered to find a rag and paper towel, cleaned up the vomit that his wife had vomited out, and threw it into the trash can.

Then, he grabbed Mrs. Mikoto, held her down on the chair, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue.

Let her mouth be free of filth.

Mrs. Mikoto was very moved and looked at Naruto with tears in her eyes.

"Fortunately, Naruto, you can still accompany me, you can talk to me, you can make me happy, it's really, really good."

Mrs. Mikoto's eyes were filled with tears as she watched Naruto help her clean up the mess. She didn't know where she got the courage to hug Naruto's head, pulled the standing Naruto and lowered his head. , close to her lips.

Then, she raised her head and tapped his forehead gently.

"Nice to have you."

Then, Mrs. Mikoto passed out drunk and passed out on the chair.

Naruto quickly grabbed her body again to prevent her from falling to the ground.

However, her limp body now placed almost all of its weight on his arms, which made Naruto feel even more tortured.

Although Mrs. Mikoto is not as 'big' as Tsunade, she is even slightly plump because she has given birth to two children. In terms of slender figure, she is not as good as Anko and Kurenai who are younger than her.

However, she also has a unique beauty and maturity of a young woman that Tsunade, Anko, and Kurenai don't have.

437 Husband, why have you become like this?

"It's really not easy!"

Naruto helped her body with difficulty, made her stand up, and helped her back to her room.

Gently putting Mrs. Mikoto down, wiping her sweat, untying her coat, and covering her with a quilt, Naruto breathed a sigh of relief.

In just this short period of time, his back was already soaked with sweat.

Not tired, but hot.

Madam's soft and heavy weight fully squeezed his arm, making him have the urge to change his position and help Madam Mikoto weigh her.

After finally watching her fall asleep, Naruto wiped the sweat from his body and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

In the room that Mrs. Mikoto had reserved for herself, she found the clothes she had prepared for herself.

Just when he was about to put on his clothes and leave, Naruto suddenly remembered the thing he had seen in Mrs. Mikoto's room before.

I looked at it in a hurry last time because I was worried about being discovered by Mrs. Mikoto, so after a quick glance, I closed the drawer with a complicated look on my face.

But this time Mrs. Mikoto was asleep, so it wouldn't be too much for me to take a sneak peek!

It was just that thing that looked too much like it, which made him feel very, very stressed.

What if Mrs. Mikoto is thinking of him when she uses that thing in the future?

If Mrs. Mikoto was sitting at the window chatting with him in the future, and there was this thing sitting under her, he couldn't fail to notice it at all.

And in the future, he will also give Mrs. Mikoto a good warning to pay attention to moderation and protect her body.

Gritting his teeth, Naruto quietly walked towards Mrs. Mikoto's room and sneaked up again.

He quietly opened the door to Mrs. Mikoto's room. Feeling guilty, he swallowed and tiptoed towards the dark room, taking his own steps.

Looking carefully, Mrs. Mikoto was still sleeping in the bed, lying under the quilt. It seemed that she was drunk and had a hard time waking up in a short time.

And her whole body was reflected in the weak moonlight outside the window, and the skin on her face, neck, and shoulders all looked a little red.

Phew, I slept soundly, it seems there is no problem!

Naruto continued walking into the room.

Closer, closer, very, very close to that drawer!

Just when Naruto was holding his breath and insisting on not making any strange noises.

Just when Naruto was about to walk past the tatami where Mrs. Mikoto was lying, and towards the drawer in the diagonal corner, a hand suddenly came out of the bed and grabbed Naruto with a sudden movement. Human ankle.

Naruto's body stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly lowered his head and looked at the stretched out palm under the quilt in disbelief.

Mrs. Mikoto, what are you doing!

"Hey, hubby, you're back, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

No, I didn’t wake up, I was still drunk. I just felt someone approaching me. I subconsciously thought it was my husband who had come home?

After that, she kept asking my husband from time to time?

Naruto swallowed and tried hard to pull his foot out of Mrs. Mikoto's hand.

"Madam, madam, wake up, I am not your husband!"

Naruto trembled, struggled hard, lowered his voice and spoke to Mrs. Mikoto.

Please, Mrs. Mikoto, he is afraid that the two of them will actually act out the scene of you constantly asking questions like "Where is my husband?"

But at this moment, I don’t know what happened, but Mrs. Mikoto’s strength became extraordinarily strong.

She grabbed Naruto's feet and didn't let go. Even if Naruto exerted a little force and moved her body out of the bed, she had no intention of letting go!

She even simply grabbed Naruto's feet with both hands, and her whole body wrapped around Naruto like a snake!

"Huh, nonsense, you came into my room and you said, you're not my husband?

Hehe, don't be shy, hubby, come on, come under the covers, let's get close and close! "

Mrs. Mikoto's voice was full of temptation, and she was unexpectedly stubborn at this time!

But Naruto was fully awake.

He struggled so hard that his body fell to the ground, and then he saw that his body seemed to be being pulled bit by bit into the abyss-like bed by Mrs. Mikoto!

"Come on, husband, we haven't had close communication for a long time. I really miss you!"

Originally, Naruto was a little moved when he looked at Mrs. Mikoto, but when he heard her words, he gritted his teeth, insisted on reaching towards the drawer, and stretched out his hand.

Then, before Mrs. Mikoto, who had suddenly become extremely strong for some unknown reason, pulled him completely into the bed, she opened the drawer and took out the contents in one fell swoop.

"Mrs. Mikoto, your husband is here!"

Naruto put something into Mrs. Mikoto's hands. Mrs. Mikoto grabbed the strong root of Konoha and instantly smiled infatuatedly, refusing to let go.

Naruto, who was relieved, panicked and jumped directly from Mrs. Mikoto's bedroom towards his own room.

"Scared, scared me to death.

Almost, almost made a principled mistake..."

"Ah, hubby, wuwuwu, why have you become like this...!"

Naruto turned his head in shock and looked inside the window. Mrs. Mikoto had already sat up. She was so drunk that she couldn't help but make out with her 'husband'.

From time to time, Mrs. Mikoto would make a strange cry, and her whole body would become strange while holding something in her arms.

Why did the warm husband she met just now become like this all of a sudden?

I don't know whether it was sad or excited. Mrs. Mikoto cried, laughed, shouted, and made noises. However, Mrs. Mikoto's home was quite soundproofed. Except for the side facing him, because the window was open, there would be a sound. Scattered sounds came out. Basically, Mrs. Mikoto's strange voice could not be heard in the streets outside.

Naruto sighed, Mrs. Mikoto being drunk, coupled with the resentment of being alone in an empty room for a long time, could actually make her so scary!

However, precisely because of this, he, Uzumaki Naruto, must not take advantage of others' danger.

Mrs. Mikoto was so kind to him, and Uncle Fugaku was still here, so he couldn't do such a thing!

Otherwise... maybe there will be three pairs of Mangekyō Sharingan chasing me in the future!

438 There is something weird about this place

"Naruto, um, I'm sorry. I drank too much yesterday. Last night, when I was drunk, I didn't do anything weird to you, right?"

The next morning, at Mrs. Mikoto's house, Naruto was sitting in front of the dining table, enjoying a delicious meal.

Seeing Naruto eating happily in front of her, she felt a little more at ease and smiled sheepishly.

After all, if he had really done something too strange, then Naruto wouldn't be so natural now, right?

Naruto looked at his wife and she looked at him cautiously, as if she was a little afraid of learning something terrible from her own mouth.

After thinking about it, Naruto was still very gentle and showed a puzzled expression, so that Mrs. Mikoto would not feel too abrupt.

"strange things?"

Hearing Naruto ask this, Mrs. Mikoto showed a hint of embarrassment on her face.

When she woke up from the tatami this morning, she found that her body under the quilt was still twitching.

Waves of strange feelings were still being transmitted from the bottom of his body to his brain.

And after she slowly climbed up with difficulty and weakness, she found that between her spread legs, the strong roots of Konoha were lying there peacefully.

The sturdy root of Konoha lying peacefully still seemed a little sticky, giving the room a strange smell that was slowly dissipating with the breeze blowing in from the window.

After a little smell and touch, she knew what stupid thing she had done in her home last night after she was drunk.

Now, I just don't know that I started doing this in front of Naruto when Naruto was at home.

Or should I say that I did this after Naruto left!

No, she must ask clearly, otherwise, she will never know what to do.

What if, what if Naruto really saw it?

I also need to know whether Naruto has seen it, so that I can better know what kind of mood I should face Naruto with.