bioinnovel Chapter 591 19-year-old Xiao Nan is still a virgin!
Chapter 591 19-year-old Xiao Nan is still a virgin!
The night was as dark as ink, and the palace lanterns on the eaves swayed slightly in the wind.
The silence between the two on the tatami mat grew increasingly heavy.
Uchiha Mitsunori sat on the edge of the soft couch, his black robe loosely draped over his shoulders, the collar slightly open, revealing his smooth collarbone. His fingertips unconsciously caressed the orchid pattern on the brocade quilt, his fingertips tracing the delicate silk threads.
The domineering and majestic look he had during the daytime battles was gone from his eyes; instead, there was more helplessness and compromise.
Xiao Nan curled up in the corner of the tatami mat beside her, her slender body wrapped in a white dress, the hem of which was unconsciously twisted together. Her cheeks still had a faint blush that spread from the tips of her ears all the way down to her neck.
Her long eyelashes drooped tightly, trembling slightly like the wings of a startled butterfly. Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, and even her breathing was cautious and hesitant. Her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she was suppressing something.
The intimate moment they had just spent together was ultimately not entirely satisfactory. Uchiha Mitsunori looked down at Konan's tense profile, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind—he had never imagined that Konan, who was already nineteen years old, had weathered many storms on the battlefield, and could control billions of explosive tags, would still seem so innocent and naive.
Just now, when his fingertips gently touched her cool skin, Xiao Nan's whole body instantly stiffened like a block of ice. She shrank back, her eyes surging with intense shyness and resistance. Her eyelashes trembled even more violently, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.
Even though he had deliberately slowed down his movements, gently stroking her hair and soothing her with utmost tenderness, he said, "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."
She still couldn't help but tremble slightly, her hands pressed tightly against his chest, even her cooperation carried a hint of passive detachment, and the panic in her eyes was like beads from a broken string, impossible to hide.
He wasn't someone who didn't know his limits. His fingertips paused in mid-air, and the heat in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of understanding.
He understood the inner struggle of Konan—she had just been separated from Nagato and Yahiko, and her heart was full of longing and confusion. Her obedience to him was merely a restraint under the weight of her position, a way to buy time for Nagato and Yahiko, rather than a genuine acceptance.
Forcing things won't work; some things can't be rushed. He can't pressure her, at least not now.
Thus, that hasty intimate encounter could only end abruptly.
There was no tender intimacy as expected, no whispered sweet nothings, only Xiao Nan's suppressed, subtle breathing and his deliberately restrained strength.
At the moment it ended, Konan even shrank back into the corner of the tatami mat, her shoulders tensing slightly, a barely perceptible hint of panic and guilt flashing in her eyes. Her voice was barely audible, tinged with a sob: "I...I'm sorry, Lord Mimine, I..."
Uchiha Mitsunaga remained silent, then gently patted her back as if protecting fragile glass. His fingertips lightly stroked her hair, his voice low and gentle, carrying a hint of reassurance: "Don't be afraid, I won't force you, take it slow."
He could feel the stiffness in the person's body gradually ease, but he still didn't turn around. He simply buried his face deep in the soft brocade quilt, his shoulders rising and falling slightly, and he could vaguely hear soft sobs.
It wasn't that she was unwilling, but rather that she was too terrified and too lost. The pain of the past and the helplessness of the present made it impossible for her to easily let down her guard.
After comforting Xiao Nan for a long time, he sat by the tatami mat, staying with her without moving, occasionally patting her back gently with his fingertips, like comforting a wronged child.
Until her breathing gradually became steady, the panic in her eyes faded, her brows relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep, her long eyelashes hanging quietly, with a trace of undried tears still on her face.
Uchiha Mitsumine slowly got up, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of disturbing her. He gently tucked her in and brushed his fingertips across her slightly cool cheek.
The tenderness in his eyes faded, replaced by an undisguised heat and impatience. It wasn't that he lacked patience; it was just that his physical instincts and inner turmoil, stirred up by the haste of the previous encounter, ultimately needed an outlet, and Xiao Nan clearly couldn't satisfy him.
After a moment's thought, he turned and left Konan's palace. His dark figure moved through the night, his robes fluttering in the evening breeze. His steps were quick yet steady, without the slightest hesitation, his destination clear—Tsunade's bedroom.
In his harem, only Tsunade understands his passion and can stay by his side without any reservations, without him having to make concessions.
More importantly, Tsunade is skilled in transformation techniques. With a flick of her finger, she can conjure up any form he desires. Sometimes she is a cool and aloof older sister with a touch of alluring detachment in her eyes; sometimes she is a gentle and graceful young woman with curved eyebrows and a tender and moving demeanor; and sometimes she is a charming and lively girl with a touch of girlish coquettishness. She can always soothe all his restlessness and impatience just right.
Tsunade's bedroom was brightly lit, with flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on the room.
She was sitting in front of her dressing table, a jade hairpin between her fingers, carefully tidying her hair in front of the bronze mirror. The jade hairpin grazed her dark hair, making a soft sound. There was a hint of barely perceptible anger in her eyes. Her fingertips unconsciously tightened, and the tip of the jade hairpin almost poked her scalp.
As the queen of the Land of Fire, she had long been accustomed to the domineering nature of the Uchiha Mitsuru and his capriciousness, but she still could not accept his lustful nature—he had just captured a beautiful woman on the battlefield during the day, and at night he couldn't wait to bring her back to the palace for a night of intimacy. He was so reckless and lecherous, where was the composure and dignity of a king?
The thought that he might be tainted with the scent of another woman made her fury rise.
With a loud crash, the bedroom door was violently pushed open, and Uchiha Mitsunori walked straight in, carrying a faint scent of orchids and Konan's fragrance. That fresh floral scent, however, seemed particularly jarring to Tsunade at that moment.
This made Tsunade's expression even more unpleasant. She slammed the jade hairpin heavily on the dressing table, making a crisp "clang." Her tone was laced with sarcasm and dissatisfaction, her eyes blazing with anger: "Oh, our King, you've finally remembered your Queen? What, you just finished with your new favorite, and now you're here to make up the numbers? Or is it that she can't satisfy you?"
Uchiha Mitsumine neither explained nor got angry. He even had a lazy smile on his face. He took a few steps forward, ignored her resistance, and reached out to hug Tsunade tightly. He used his arms to press her body firmly against his chest.
Before she could continue complaining or mocking, he lowered his head and kissed her. His kiss was domineering and urgent, filled with a long-suppressed heat. His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, entwining with hers, giving her no chance to refuse or argue.
His fingertips gripped her waist tightly, with such force that he felt he was about to meld her into his very bones.
Tsunade initially struggled, pushing against his chest with both hands, her fingertips gripping his robes tightly, her eyes filled with rage, and she muttered curses under her breath: "Uchiha Mitsunori, let me go! You pervert!"
But as his kisses became more tender and lingering, the gentleness within his domineering nature gradually soothed the anger in her heart. Her struggles weakened, and her body gradually softened.
Her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, her fingertips gently tracing his back. The anger in her eyes was gradually replaced by shyness and affection. Her breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and even her ears felt hot.
Only when Tsunade completely let her guard down, her body limp like a puddle of water, leaning against him, her breathing becoming rapid and hot, did Uchiha Mitsunori slowly release her.
His forehead touched hers, their warm breaths mingling, their breaths mingling. He looked at her reddened eyes and brows, a lazy smile in his voice, and finally spoke, "Don't be angry, Tsunade."
"Look at the famous figures in other countries, which one doesn't have three palaces and six courtyards, surrounded by dozens of concubines, all vying for my favor? I only have eight women at most, so I can't be considered a lecherous monster, can I?"
"Besides, in the end, didn't I still come here? In my heart, you are different from them."
Tsunade glared at him, her cheeks still flushed, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness and dissatisfaction. She lightly pinched his chest with her fingertips, more like a pout: "So, according to you, I should thank you? Do you expect me to find you even more beauties for your pleasure? I'm not that generous!"
Uchiha Mitsumine chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch her cheek. The warmth of his fingertips made her tremble slightly. His tone carried a hint of urgency and ambiguity, and the heat in his eyes resurfaced: "Let's not talk about that now, Tsunade. I need you right now."
His voice was deep and seductive, with an air of undeniable authority. His fingertips lightly traced her cheek, a hint of provocation in his tone.
Tsunade's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed even more, and her eyes darted away, unable to meet his gaze. Yet, she couldn't help but ask softly, "What...what do you need from me?"
Her voice trembled slightly, a mixture of shyness and anticipation. The anger in her heart had long been extinguished by his gentleness and ambiguity.
Uchiha Mitsumine didn't answer. He simply bent down, picked her up in his arms, and Tsunade wrapped her arms around his neck, exclaiming in surprise, but a shy smile appeared in her eyes.
She gripped his robes tightly with her fingertips, buried her face in his chest, and could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat.
He carried her, walking step by step toward the soft couch, his steps steady, each step carrying a hint of ambiguity, the heat in his eyes growing stronger, even his breath becoming hot.
"You rascal, all you ever think about is this kind of thing!" Tsunade nestled against him, her tone coquettish but without any hint of rejection. Her fingertips lightly traced his chest, a hint of teasing in her voice, her eyes filled with affection. "Can't you be serious for once?"
Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and seductive, his warm breath tickling her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine: "It's because you're so beautiful, so beautiful that I'm completely captivated, unable to leave you for even a moment. Who else could satisfy me but you?"
As night deepened, the lights in the palace gradually went out, leaving only the lingering warmth of the extinguished candles, along with ambiguous breaths and tender whispers, all intertwined in the evening breeze, lingering endlessly.
The sound drifted out of the window, mingling with the fragrance of orchids in the courtyard, creating a particularly lingering melody.
A passionate and tender moment lasted for more than an hour, until both of them were exhausted. They then embraced and fell into a deep sleep, their brows furrowed with a satisfied languor, their breathing even and steady.
Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the two of them in a soft, silvery glow.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the palace, a dark figure stood silently, blending into the night and difficult to detect—it was Black Zetsu.
He exuded a faint black chakra, sensing the chakra fluctuations coming from the direction of Uchiha Mitsunaga's palace. His brows furrowed tightly, his fingers unconsciously clenched, and his eyes were filled with urgency—the fluctuations were mixed with intense lust and languor. Clearly, Uchiha Mitsunaga was enjoying himself with Tsunade and had no time to pay attention to him.
Black Zetsu was burning with anxiety. He had been hoping day and night to revive his mother, Kaguya Otsutsuki, for a thousand years. Now, he had finally gotten the chance to get the approval of the Uchiha Triumphs. How could he bear to wait any longer?
However, he also knew that Uchiha Sanfeng was domineering, easily angered, and unpredictable. If he were to disturb him rashly at this moment, it would not only provoke his dissatisfaction but might even completely dispel his idea of reviving Kaguya, and his thousand-year wait would be in vain.
Left with no other choice, Black Zetsu could only patiently wait in the shadows, his body taut and his eyes filled with urgency and restraint. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
He remained motionless as night gradually faded, the sky slowly turning a pale white, morning dew condensing on the petals in the courtyard, a gentle breeze bringing a touch of coolness. His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the Uchiha Sanfeng Palace, as if afraid of missing any opportunity.
As dawn broke, the chakra fluctuations in the palace gradually stabilized, the usual heat and ambiguity disappearing. Uchiha Mitsunori slowly opened his eyes, the languor in them fading away, replaced by his usual domineering and composed demeanor.
He pushed Tsunade away from his arms, afraid of disturbing her, and gently tucked the blanket around her. His fingertips brushed against her sleeping face, and a barely perceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes.