Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 397 The Days I Depend On the Most

"Mom's settled in the Uchiha clan's territory now, and the house here is even more spacious than our old one! Don't worry about Mom, just get along well with Sasuke, Naruto!"

Kushina's words before leaving were light and warm. Through Mikoto's arrangements, a quiet and elegant residence within the Uchiha clan's territory was gifted to Kushina.

She rightfully "moved out," leaving the entire space of the old Watergate house to the two young people.

The house, carefully chosen by Kushina and with all the paperwork completed, will officially become their marital home in the future. However, for now, they still choose to start their life together from the "beginning".

At home, Satsuki moved her belongings—several trunks, a ninja tool bag, and several tightly locked metal combination lock cases—into the storage room. She didn't prepare a new bedroom for herself.

Because she will sleep in Naruto's room.

The atmosphere of their first night living together was filled with a sweet ambiguity in the quiet. Cangxiang had already consciously wandered back to her soft nest, even using her paws to close the door to the cubicle, leaving behind a tranquility that belonged only to the two of them.

"Naruto, let's prepare dinner together tonight."

Satsuki walked over to Naruto, who was tidying up the kitchen, her voice a little softer than usual.

"I want to try... if I use my Sharingan to copy your movements, can I make dishes that taste just as good as yours?"

"Yeah, of course." Naruto smiled at her. "By the way, about our living together... should we officially tell everyone? Kakashi-sensei, Sakura, and the others...?"

Satsuki hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"...Hmm, let's find a suitable opportunity to say it."

Naruto dried his hands and walked up to her. Dusk was falling outside the window, and the warm yellow light shone into his deep blue eyes.

"When I lived alone before, I always felt that the house was so empty... even when it was crammed full of furniture, it still felt empty."

Satsuki looked up at him. "And now?"

Naruto reached out and gently grasped her fingertips.

"Now that you're here... this isn't just a 'house' anymore." Naruto seemed a little embarrassed, but he continued earnestly, "We'll form a brand new family... one that belongs to us."

Naruto tried to say some sweet nothings, which might have sounded a bit cliché, but for Satsuki, whose list of favorites almost exclusively included "Naruto Uzumaki," it was a direct hit to her heart. Her ears burned, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on his hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"...Mmm." She responded softly, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right—the cake!"

I almost forgot. The birthday cake she practiced for so long, adjusting the sugar ratio countless times, was finally brought to Naruto by hand on his birthday night, and it's still in the fridge. The atmosphere last night was so intense that neither of them remembered it.

"Mom told me they won't come to bother us for my birthday this time...it'll just be the two of us." Zuo Yue took the exquisite fruit cake out of the refrigerator and carefully placed it on the dining table. "Come and have a taste, I practiced for a long time."

The fruit on the cake had lost some moisture due to the low temperature, but the cream remained white and plump, and the piping lines were delicate and even—you could see the care the maker had put into it.

"I practiced for a long time..." Naruto stared at the cake, then looked up at Satsuki, his eyes gradually filled with emotion and heartache. "Wait, so your hands were shaking last night... not because you were cold?"

Zuo Yue was startled, and then looked away guiltily.

She's been throwing shuriken for over a decade, and her knuckles are so steady she could thread a needle. How could her hands get cold from making a cake?

Satsuki felt that Naruto was acting a bit silly now, but she couldn't very well admit that she was so excited that her fingertips were trembling when she finally got to make Naruto her own, could she?

The cake was carefully cut. Naruto didn't touch the fork immediately. After a moment of silence, he looked into Sasuke's eyes with a gentle and solemn gaze.

"...Satsuki, when do you want to hold the wedding?"

"A...wedding?!"

Satsuki's pupils widened slightly, and her cheeks flushed instantly. She hadn't expected Naruto to bring up this topic—heaven knows how many times she had rehearsed in her mind the scene of walking side by side with him through the shrine corridor.

Every time she passed by the shrine where the ceremony was held, every time she saw the shadow of the white kimono, she couldn't help but imagine what kind of light would be reflected in Naruto's eyes when she walked towards him in her wedding dress.

However, after the initial excitement, she took a deep breath, suppressed the overflowing desire, and instead revealed an understanding and gentle expression.

"...After everything that Naruto is worried about is resolved."

This answer surprised Naruto. Of course, Satsuki noticed—Naruto was already very strong, strong enough to be called the pillar of Konoha.

But he never stopped cultivating, and occasionally a solemn look would flash across his eyes that she couldn't decipher. She could sense that he was carrying some unspoken burden in his heart.

After the initial surrender of body and soul, beneath that almost obsessive possessiveness, Uchiha Satsuki's tenderness and clear-headedness quietly emerged. She loved him, so she was willing to wait—to wait for him to truly feel at ease, to wait for him to tell her everything in person.

"...Have I been hiding too many things from you?" Naruto asked softly, his tone filled with guilt.

"It's okay."

Zuo Yue shook her head, then suddenly reached out and gently pulled him closer, drawing him into her arms. She sat on the sofa, letting Naruto lean on her shoulder, her fingers softly tracing through his soft, golden hair—it was the real Naruto, warm, his breath gently brushing against her neck, the living, breathing Naruto. No longer a pillow, no longer an image in a photograph or on a card.

She could finally hug him like this, so real.

"I love you. So, you can tell me slowly in the future." She lowered her head, her lips almost touching his ear, "Except for you falling for another girl... I can forgive anything."

As she finished speaking, a gentle smile remained on her face, but her heart was already pounding with joy.

My own. From this day forward, every sunrise and sunset, every breath I take, is mine.

"……Um."

Naruto gave a soft reply and buried his face even deeper into Satsuki's arms. His arms unconsciously tightened around her waist, like a child who had found someone to lean on.

Zuo Yue could feel his warm breath brushing against her neck, and her heartbeat softened. She gently stroked his blond hair, but didn't stop there.

"But tonight..."

Satsuki Ergen blushed visibly. "You'd better make it up to me."

After saying that, she loosened her arms, got up and walked to the side, and took out a beautifully bound comic book from the depths of her ninja tool bag—it was one of the teaching materials she had used during her "emergency tutoring".

She gently turned the pages, raised her gaze, and looked directly into Naruto's widening blue eyes. "Let's try it slowly, following the instructions in here."

Her invitation was direct and bold, yet her slightly flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes conveyed a raw and sincere feeling.

"...Th-that! No...wait a minute!" Naruto's face instantly turned red, and he even stammered. It wasn't that he was resisting, but—the awkward yet passionate entanglement from last night flashed through his mind, some particularly intimate attempts, Satsuki's initial tension and later efforts to accommodate him, he had seen it all.

"If it's just to make me happy... I don't want Satsuki to force herself."

He took her hand. "It's dirty there... If Satsuki isn't used to it, we won't do it. I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Zuo Yue looked at him quietly.

After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly stood up and walked straight to the storage room. Naruto watched her back with some unease until she came out again—hugging the life-sized body pillow with his smiling face printed on it.

Satsuki's cheeks flushed even more. She had been carefully hiding the existence of this body pillow, not wanting Naruto to think she was being a little too persistent—even though Naruto already knew about this "collection." But now, she was holding it to her chest.

"In the past... when the agreed time hadn't arrived yet, I could only rely on this."

"Back then, I often thought... if only I could actually touch you."

She looked up, her gaze soft yet intense as she enveloped Naruto. "So, it's okay."

She approached him and gently placed the cushion beside the sofa—the substitute was gone. From then on, she would only embrace the real, warm, breathing Naruto.

"Anything related to Naruto... makes me feel so happy."

She reached out and pulled him into her arms again. Her movements were still gentle. "Last night was the same... I was very happy. And this time, I will do even better."

She lowered her head, her breath mingling. "So, if there's anything Naruto wants to try... feel free to tell me."

Her voice grew softer and softer, yet it brushed against Naruto's heart like a feather. "I will study hard for Naruto."

It was both erotic and innocent. Naruto felt his brain was about to overload; he was even more pathetic than he had imagined—just hearing her frank yet shy confession made his heart pound as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

Satsuki felt the warmth of his body and the slight trembling with satisfaction, and a dreamlike smile appeared on her lips.

She had finally waited for days when she could hug, kiss, and share all the intimacy with anyone.

Just as she was immersed in warm happiness, Naruto in her arms suddenly stirred.

"...Satsuki." His voice was muffled, still carrying that tone of complete dependence.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Satsuki responded gently, her fingers lightly combing through his blond hair. Naruto was silent for a few seconds. Then, he raised his face, looked into her clear black eyes, and said softly.

"The [Ember] organization... was founded by me."