bioinnovel Chapter 126 Fugaku is dead, I can only do it in his place!
Chapter 126 Fugaku is dead, I can only do it in his place!
The night was as still as water, and moonlight filtered through the thin gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor of the bedchamber.
Uchiha Mikoto sat in front of the dressing table, gently combing her long black hair.
The woman in the mirror had gentle features, yet a hint of melancholy lingered in her eyes.
Familiar footsteps came from outside the door, steady and composed.
Mikoto Uchiha's fingers paused slightly, then she put down the comb and stood up to greet him.
The door was gently pushed open, and the tall figure of Uchiha Mitsumine appeared in the doorway.
He had shed his imposing lordly attire from the daytime, wearing only a dark-colored blouse, his black hair loosely draped over his shoulders.
"Mikoto, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Mikoto Uchiha lowered her head slightly, as if she were a little shy: "I guessed you might come, so I was waiting for you."
Uchiha Mitsunori slowly approached, and when he reached Mikoto, he extended a finger and gently lifted her chin, making her gaze meet his.
"You seem to have something on your mind." His gaze was deep and bright, as if it could penetrate Mikoto's heart.
Mikoto Uchiha hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered her courage and said, "Husband... I just... don't understand... why you always come here... when you have so many other choices..."
Her voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.
Uchiha Mitsunori's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.
He couldn't very well say that, according to the original history, she would give birth to Uchiha Sasuke next year.
Now that Fugaku Uchiha is dead, he has to take over.
Then, he gently pulled Uchiha Mikoto into his arms!
"Mikoto, why do you think I did this?" His voice was gentle, yet it carried an irresistible power.
Mikoto Uchiha shook her head, her gaze somewhat lost: "Husband, I don't know."
Uchiha Mitsumine's hand gently stroked her cheek.
"Mikoto, it's because I love you! I feel more relaxed when I'm with you."
Mikoto Uchiha's heartbeat quickened slightly.
She pursed her lips and finally whispered, "My husband, I just hope that you won't neglect your other sisters."
Suddenly, Uchiha Mitsunori scooped Mikoto up in his arms, causing her to gasp softly and instinctively wrap her arms around his neck.
"Dar... Your Highness...!" Mikoto's face instantly flushed red.
He deliberately bounced his arm, startling her into hugging him even tighter: "Call me husband, so softly? Did you not eat properly again?"
Mikoto Uchiha turned her face away shyly, "I...I was on time..."
Before she could finish speaking, Uchiha Mitsunori suddenly tossed her into the air.
Mikoto Uchiha cried out in surprise. The hem of her clothes spread out like butterfly wings, and just as she was about to fall, he caught her steadily.
He laughed like a boy who had just pulled off a prank: "Gotcha, my Lady Mikoto."
"Husband...you're being too reckless..." Uchiha Mikoto's breathing was disordered, and her chest heaved violently.
She was unaware of how captivating her eyes were at that moment... Her hairpins slumped, her long hair fell loose... The collar of her usually dignified clothes was now slightly disheveled.
Uchiha Mitsunori suddenly leaned close to her ear, his hot breath making her tremble slightly.
"Is this what you call messing around? I'll show you what real... messing around is like later."
When his hands started moving erratically, Mikoto Uchiha was startled and quickly reached out to press down on his wrists.
She said somewhat flusteredly, "Wait... the door... the door isn't closed yet..."
However, before she could finish speaking, the previously open bedroom door suddenly closed automatically, as if it had a mind of its own.
"Madam, the door is closed now, so we can..."
Uchiha Mitsunori, carrying Mikoto, strode towards the inner room.
Uchiha Mikoto instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and her ear tips turned slightly red as she thought about what was about to happen.
Her clothes slipped down, and in the candlelight, Mikoto's skin was as smooth as snow, yet flushed with a faint pink hue due to her shyness.
Uchiha Mitsunori's gaze swept over her inch by inch, finally settling on an old wound below her collarbone.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the scar.
Mikoto Uchiha trembled, her fingers unconsciously digging into his hair: "Husband..."
"Call me by my name." His voice was low and husky, his fingertips slowly tracing the contours of her waist.
"Sanfeng..." she called softly, her voice almost blending into the night.
The rain outside the window grew heavier, and the candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of the two people on the paper door, intertwined and entwined.
Uchiha Mitsunaga's hands gripped her waist, pulling her completely into his embrace.
His aura enveloped her completely, hot and powerful, irresistible.
She gasped for breath, pleading, "My lord...please slow down...let me catch my breath..."
Uchiha Mitsunori chuckled softly, biting her earlobe: "Alright... let's switch then..."
Under his onslaught... Uchiha Mikoto let out... a sob... a sob...
The sound of rain, panting, the soft crackling of candlelight...
All sounds were blurred into a blur.
......
Around six in the morning, the morning light streamed through the window into the room, illuminating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Uchiha Mikoto slowly opened her eyes and found that he was unusually sleeping in.
At this moment, his sharp features softened in his sleep.
But his right hand still possessively encircled her waist.
She gently brushed the stray hairs from his forehead, when suddenly her wrist was grabbed.
Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes, once open, showed no trace of sleepiness, as if he had been awake for quite some time.
"Mikoto, what are you doing up so early?"
Mikoto Uchiha's voice revealed a hint of languor and gentleness.
"My lord, it's already dawn!"
Mikoto Uchiha tried to sit up from under the covers, but suddenly, a powerful force pulled her tightly into its embrace.
Uchiha Mitsufumi's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, rendering her unable to move.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Mikoto Uchiha's heart raced a little, and she already guessed what he wanted to do.
"My lord...it's already dawn..."
Uchiha Mitsunori pressed his body against hers, his lips gently landing on her earlobe.
His kisses were gentle and delicate, bringing a tingling sensation.
Mikoto Uchiha's body trembled slightly, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.
Uchiha Mitsuhide's lips continued to roam along her earlobe, then slowly moved down to kiss her neck.
His breath was warm and moist, brushing against Mikoto's ear, making it tickle.
"Mikoto, now that you're awake, let's do it again... I want to have a child with you!"
Mikoto Uchiha's face instantly turned bright red. She shyly pushed him away, saying, "Husband, you mustn't, it's broad daylight..."
But Uchiha Mitsunori wasn't about to give up; his kisses grew even more passionate, and his hands became restless as well.
"Mikoto, I've even thought of names for the kids! If we have a boy, we'll name him Uchiha Sasuke; if we have a girl, we'll name her Uchiha Sarada. What do you think of those names?"
Upon hearing this, Mikoto Uchiha felt as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her weak and limp. Her initial worry and unease gradually dissipated.
She lowered her head shyly, thinking to herself: My husband has already started considering the child's name. Does this mean that he really doesn't mind my past status as a widow?
She felt a mix of shyness and sweetness: "I just need my husband to like the name of the child!"
Upon hearing Mikoto's response, Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes were full of smiles, but his movements became even more urgent.
Under his passionate advances, Uchiha Mikoto gradually succumbed, and the room was once again filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
After a passionate encounter, both of them were slightly out of breath.
Uchiha Mitsunori held Mikoto tightly and kissed her forehead: "Mikoto, I will definitely treat you and the child well from now on."
Uchiha Mikoto leaned against him, a happy smile on her face, and nodded gently.
Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door.
A maid's clear, melodious voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, breakfast has been prepared for you."
Upon hearing this voice, Mikoto Uchiha's pretty face flushed slightly.
With a touch of shyness, she gently pushed Uchiha Mitsunori in her arms and said softly, "Husband, breakfast is ready. Let's go eat first."
However, Uchiha Mitsunori did not seem to intend to get up. He still held Mikoto tightly, as if she were a rare treasure and he was unwilling to let go.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a doting smile, and said softly, "No need, you can take breakfast to Mikoto's palace. I'll eat here this morning."
Upon hearing this, the maid outside the door quickly and respectfully replied, "Yes, Lord Daimyo."
Then she turned and left to arrange the king and queen's breakfast.
Mikoto Uchiha tied up her hair and straightened her disheveled clothes: "Husband, it's getting late, you should get up and wash up!"
Uchiha Mitsunori scooped up Mikoto and, deliberately as someone passed by the window, gently bit her earlobe: "Mikoto... I want more... Hold back... Don't make a sound... Otherwise... the whole palace will know..."
Uchiha Mikoto was filled with shame and indignation, because her humiliating appearance was clearly reflected in the dressing mirror.
A moment later, a servant called out from outside, "Your Highness, there is a morning court session today. You should get up and wash!"
At this moment, Uchiha Mitsunaka was at a crucial juncture in his work.
He shouted somewhat angrily, "No morning court today. If there's anything, let them wait."
Uchiha Mikoto gently stroked her lower abdomen, secretly praying that she could give birth to a child for her husband as soon as possible.