[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"..."

Although she had already envisioned meeting the other party again, under this situation, Sasami just moved her lips and said nothing.

——Wait a minute, how was she going to explain to Izuna that she not only dumped Madara, but also accidentally blew him up into ashes, and even planned to continue causing trouble for Madara...? !

It was an unimaginably horrific scene.

Thinking of this, she looked startled and suddenly became a little overwhelmed.

Orochimaru certainly didn't miss this detail.

After catching her momentary stiffness, which seemed to confirm his suspicion, Orochimaru raised his eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction.

"I know you must have a lot to say... In this case, I won't stay and be an eyesore." Before leaving the room, he said, "Enjoy this moment of reunion, Chunqin."

The sound of "tuk-tuk" footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared in the empty corridor.

It wasn't until everything fell silent that Sasami set off and slowly approached the container containing her old friend.

Through the dim light and water, the candlelight flickered lightly, blurring out the man's lean silhouette. She stretched out her hands, as if brushing off the dust from the butterfly specimen in the glass frame, and gently wiped the transparent barrier.

"It's been such a long time, Izuna."

After so many years, she couldn't quite remember what he looked like.

The man's black hair was grown very long and was not tied into pigtails as she remembered, but was floating loosely in the water. Against the background of the light green liquid, the pale skin actually gave off a strange sense of death, like a wax statue.

"...You have done so many excessive things, do you really want to bite me?" Such words came out of nowhere, she stroked her lips and showed a faint smile.

Even though she knew that the other person was not conscious yet, she didn't pay much attention to it, staring at the strange yet familiar face with shining eyes.

——It’s you, that’s absolutely right.

——What turned me into this kind of woman...

Fragments of memories come to mind.

As time passed, she finally opened the cracks in her memory again and revisited his true face. Quan Nai's facial features are delicate and soft, but the bridge of his nose is very straight, so that people will not mistake his gender. The bloodless lips were slightly upturned, and looked a bit childish and cute, which made her want to move.

"I will come to see you again." Through the transparent glass, she pressed her lips against the wall, imagining that she was kissing his lips. "Come to my concert before the end of the world."

"What song do you want to listen to..."

In the empty and deserted dark room, the voice singing the Iroha song gradually became lower and disappeared in the dim light.

>>>

Leaving Orochimaru's sight, Sasami simply hid in the Kamui space.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she sat down cross-legged regardless of appearance, and quickly sorted out her chaotic thoughts.

According to Orochimaru, Tobirama's research has been completed and there are no errors in the technique. If nothing goes wrong, Izuna will wake up soon.

Unfortunately, even though he was reborn, he still couldn't leave the nourishment of the nutrient solution. He does not have any ability to move until he is integrated with his new body.

For this reason, Orochimaru would maintain secret communication with her until the matter was over.

——Orochimaru's business ability is only slightly inferior to Tobirama's.

Recalling the relationship with Tobirama due to stomachache many years ago, Sasami rarely made an objective evaluation.

After all, Tobirama can not only work, but at night...

Cough cough cough cough.

Sexy room, buy one get one free, outstanding value for money.

She had no intention of hiding her identity from Orochimaru. As a partner, Izuna's identity could not be concealed, and "Riru" was not considered an unknown person. In this way, as long as Orochimaru's brain is not broken, he can naturally guess her name.

After several tests, Orochimaru seemed to vaguely understand something, and he tested her half-jokingly: "So, do you also know the specific whereabouts of Uchiha Madara's body?"

Sasami:...? !

I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense.

Although it is true that she was the one who blew up Uchiha Madara with her own hands, but if you can live longer, maybe you can still see the living Uchiha Madara come out to destroy the world...

"You'll get a chance to ask him yourself."

Sasami's heart was calm and she even wanted to laugh.

Finally clarifying her thoughts, she walked out of the divine space and stood in front of the apartment's entrance.

Just when she was about to lie down on the sofa without any image and take a nap comfortably, she discovered with a headache that a familiar figure appeared on the sofa in her home.

He is the living "Uchiha Madara".

"What are you doing here? Obito." She took off her shoes, stepped on the cool floor with her bare feet, and lazily walked towards the man on the sofa.

"...Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"Yes, I didn't say no."

She put her arms around his shoulders, lightly sat on his lap, and then took off his mask even further.

Seeing that he didn't resist, fingers as cold as white jade climbed up and touched his chin frivolously.

Unexpectedly painful.

Sasami frowned, with a look of disgust on her face.

"You haven't shaved." She said expressionlessly, "I don't want to be with you today..."

Obito coughed lightly: "It's business."

"You have a new mission, Riru." He pressed her hands on his chest and said as if nothing had happened: "The target is Deidara, the rebellious ninja of Iwagakure Village..."

She nodded absently, but her attention was involuntarily drawn to the warm touch in her palms.

——Wow, this guy’s breasts are getting bigger and bigger.

She sighed in her heart.

The chest muscles under the palms were strong and elastic, exuding a slight heat. For some reason, Sasami felt a subtle discomfort.

"Oh." She nodded coldly, indicating that she heard clearly. After a while, she finally couldn't hold it any longer and pinched his chest in a pretentious manner, "Your breasts are quite interesting."

Obito:......

Yours is more fun, isn't it?

Why don't you play with yourself? !

Seeing that she was thinking of something, she suddenly became distracted. Obito was speechless for a while, he lowered his head slightly and sighed helplessly.

"You should stop it a little bit..."

Before he could finish speaking, her slender hands dexterously flipped upwards and clasped his wrists with lightning speed.

Obito: ? ? ?

In his slightly frightened eyes, she took his hand and covered it with lightning speed, gently and quickly.

"There's no way you can defeat me, Obito," she said.

Obito:? ? ? ? ?

No, what is the woman who keeps saying she doesn’t want to do with him today doing so enthusiastically doing? !

What are you doing? !

Of course...

Then they had a great time.

"Give me a pair of Sharingan." She hugged his back tightly, raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and said in his ear, "I know you still have a lot..."

"..."

Obito ignored her. He didn't like to be disturbed when he was doing his work. At this time, he just frowned, wrapped his hands around her waist, and blocked her lips with a long kiss.

Covered by the man's tall body, there was almost no room for her to struggle. She grabbed his arm angrily, leaving several red marks. Obito felt pain and bit her lip like punishment.

The cold touch sliding down between her legs made her wake up instantly.

"I want a pair of Sharingan..." She lowered her eyes and said softly.

"give it to me."

She held his cheeks and kissed his scarred right cheek gently.

When Obito came over to kiss her again, his face was covered in her vision, and his scent lingered on the tip of her nose. She couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything clearly, only the hot feeling of skin against each other woke her up from the chaos.

"I can't see you."

The stolen joy disappeared in an instant, she could no longer hold on, and fell down softly.

She opened her eyes, and Obito's Sharingan, which could not be closed, was staring at her. The bright colors bloomed in his eyes, like burning fire.

She had just finished doing something happy, but her fingers seemed to have been burned by fire and she couldn't stop crying.

No big deal, she thought.

The little mermaid in the jar can't see her yet.