The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 446 Ada, Be My Woman!

The rising steam blurred my vision and amplified the throbbing in my heart.

An indescribable ambiguity gradually filled the air.

Ada lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on his strong abs, her cheeks gradually burning, and her heart beating faster and faster.

She could clearly feel that Uchiha Mitsunori's gaze was fixed on her fair shoulders, as if carrying a slightly burning sensation.

A secret flutter of excitement welled up inside her, a mixture of admiration and affection for him, making it impossible for her to avoid it.

Just then, Uchiha Sanfeng slowly moved.

The water rippled gently, making a soft, bubbling sound. He took two steps toward Ida, stirring up the pebbles beneath his feet and creating tiny bubbles.

The distance between the two instantly shrank considerably.

The warm spring water rippled with his movements, sliding down his chest and outlining the smooth lines of his muscles.

The two grew closer and closer, close enough to clearly feel each other's breaths mingling.

"Ida, what are you thinking about? Are you still thinking about Dimon?"

Uchiha Mitsunori's voice rang out in the mist, deep and pleasant.

His fingers brushed across the water's surface, creating a string of tiny, glistening droplets. They then traced a brief arc in the air before landing on Ada's fair, smooth arm, bringing a slightly ticklish sensation.

Taking advantage of her momentary daze, his hand slid down half an inch and gently touched her curled fingers.

Ada froze, snapped back to reality, and hurriedly looked up like a thief caught red-handed, only to meet Uchiha Mitsunori's deep eyes.

His pupils were a pale black, appearing exceptionally deep and gentle in the rising steam, clearly reflecting her flushed cheeks, even revealing the panic in her eyes.

Ada's face burned even hotter, and she instinctively tried to turn her face away to avoid the scorching gaze, but Mitsufumi gently pressed her chin down.

His fingertips, warmed by the hot spring water, had a delicate touch, yet the pressure was just right, causing her no discomfort.

Uchiha Mitsunori's gaze was fixed on her eyes, not wanting to miss any expression on her face: "Ada... look at me... I told you... he'd be alright."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the delicate skin on her cheek, his gaze as if admiring a precious treasure, his movements tender.

Ada's breath hitched. She stared at him blankly, the panic in her eyes gradually fading, leaving only an undisguised shyness and fluttering heart.

She could see genuine reassurance in his eyes, and most of her unease dissipated.

She nodded slightly, murmuring in a voice barely above a whisper, "Lord Mimine... I... understand..."

Looking at her embarrassed yet obedient appearance, Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes flashed with a smile. He gently traced her neck with his fingers, with a hint of probing: "Aida... you don't have to keep calling me 'sir.' In private, just call me Mitsunori."

He deliberately lowered his voice, and his warm breath brushed against her cheek as he spoke, making her even more flustered.

"Three...peaks...?"

Ida called out tentatively, her voice trembling noticeably, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed.

These two words seemed to possess a magical power; the moment they rolled off the tip of their tongues, the atmosphere between the two became even more ambiguous. The warm steam seemed to be tinged with sweetness, and even the soft rustling of bamboo leaves sounded like a gentle murmur.

Seeing this, Uchiha Mitsunori slowly withdrew his fingers, gently took her hand that was hanging in the water, intertwined his fingers with hers, and held hers.

Ada's heart skipped a beat, and her whole body felt warm, but she didn't dare to pull her hand away, letting his warm palm envelop her.

Uchiha Mitsunori nodded slightly, took her hand and shook it gently, but still kept his hand close to hers, sitting down beside her like that.

His gaze fell on the verdant bamboo in the distance from the hot spring, and he said softly, "I discovered this hot spring by chance. Whenever I feel tired, I come here to soak in it, listen to the wind rustling through the bamboo, and my mind becomes much more peaceful."

"It's beautiful and quiet here."

Ida responded softly, finally daring to look at him. The contours of his profile were exceptionally soft in the mist, and her heart pounded even faster. She glanced at him quickly, then hurriedly lowered her eyes, her arm unconsciously brushing against the back of his hand that was touching hers.

"Yes, now there's one more person to share with. If you like it here, I'll bring you here often."

Uchiha Mitsunori turned to look at her, a lingering smile in his eyes. He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

Ida froze, as if her heart had skipped a beat.

She bit her lower lip, not daring to look at him anymore, and lowered her eyes again, but couldn't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of her eye.

The warmth of the hot spring water, the tranquility of the surroundings, and the man she loved by her side.

She was completely immersed in this ambiguous atmosphere, her breathing became rapid, and she thought to herself: If only I could stay like this with Lord Mitsumine forever.

Uchiha Mitsumine gently stirred the water with his fingers, occasionally touching her arm, all he could hear was the soft sound of the flowing spring water.

But his mind, through his ability to read minds, had already glimpsed the emotions churning within Ada's heart.

The affection hidden behind shy glances, the adoration suppressed beneath soft responses, and the murmur, "If only it could always be like this."

His smile deepened as he broke the silence, his tone carrying just the right amount of intimacy: "Ada...do you like it here?"

Ada looked up abruptly, meeting his smiling eyes. Her cheeks flushed again, and she quickly nodded, "Mmm... I like it very much..."

Her voice remained soft, but her heart was in turmoil, fearing that her thoughts would be seen through. Her fingers unconsciously gripped his hand.

Seeing this, Uchiha Mitsunori took her hand in return and slowly moved closer to her, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

The warm, moist air, carrying his unique chakra aura, rushed towards Ada, completely enveloping her and causing her heart to race uncontrollably, her eyes darting around in panic.

Uchiha Mitsumine lowered his voice, his tone slightly seductive: "Ada, you like it here because of me, right?"

He raised his other hand and gently brushed her hair, which was hanging in the water, tucking some of the water droplets behind her ear, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her cheek.

The moment the fingers touched her skin, Ada shuddered, as if struck by an electric current, and froze in place.

She could clearly feel the temperature of his fingertips, hotter than hot spring water, spreading from her skin to her heart, making her weak all over, without even the strength to refute, and she could only let that heat spread through her limbs and bones.

"Ada...you admire me, and...you like me...right?"

Uchiha Mitsunori didn't probe any further and directly revealed her secret, his gaze fixed on her eyes, unwilling to miss any expression on her face.

He tightened his grip on her hand, as if to give her courage.

"I...I...I don't know..."

Ida hurriedly denied it, shaking her head like a rattle drum. Her cheeks were as red as if they were about to bleed, and her eyes were also flushed with a faint pink. Her eyes were full of panic and helplessness at having her thoughts exposed. She didn't even dare to lift her head and could only stare intently at the pebbles underwater.

Uchiha Mitsunori chuckled softly, his deep laughter echoing in the mist, exceptionally pleasant to the ear, like the low hum of a cello, making Ada's heart tremble.

He raised his hand and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look directly at him, his tone a mix of candid teasing and genuine tenderness.

He leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers: "Ada... don't deny it, I know what you're thinking. I'm a lustful man, I like beautiful things, and you are a beautiful woman... I like you very much... even... I like your pure feelings."

These words were like a pebble thrown into Ida's heart, instantly creating a huge ripple.

She stared blankly at Sanfeng, the panic in her eyes gradually replaced by shock.

He actually admitted to being a lecher, and even said he liked her? Shock was quickly replaced by overwhelming joy; her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears: "Sanfeng... I... like you!"

"Yes, I can sense your feelings!"

Uchiha Mitsunori nodded gently, his fingertips softly tracing her jawline, while his other hand still held hers, his movements gentle yet carrying an irresistible sense of initiative.

"From now on, you don't need to hide anything anymore. With me here, you can do what you want to do and say what you want to say with peace of mind. I understand your feelings."

Ida's eyes instantly reddened, and glistening tears welled up in them.

She looked into the genuine tenderness in Sanfeng's eyes, and that tenderness flowed into her heart like a warm current, completely dispelling her last trace of worry.

She nodded vigorously: "Mmm...Sanfeng..."

He gently wiped away the tears that had inadvertently slipped from the corners of her eyes, his tone becoming even softer: "Ada, become my woman."

Looking at her like this, Uchiha Mitsunori slowly leaned closer and then kissed her domineeringly.

Ada instinctively closed her eyes, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly, and tilted her chin up slightly, waiting for him to approach.

The moment they kissed, Uchiha Mitsunori felt the subtle tremor on her lips. His lips lightly brushed against the corner of her lips, like a feather brushing against hers.

The steam from the hot spring enveloped the two figures, bringing the ambiguous atmosphere to its peak.

Even the spring water seemed to cheer for this sentiment, rippling gently.

The gentle evening breeze and the rustling of bamboo leaves became the most ambiguous background music at this moment.