20 Chapter 20
[Playboy—level 10!]
[Nawaki, +60 days of longevity]
[Mito, +60 days of longevity]
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[Nawaki, extra life, 0.246 years]
[Mito, extra life, 0.246 years]
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[Mito's powerful orgasm—all mental stress, injuries, ailments, and diseases healed]
[Mito's joint climax—healing shared with Nawaki]
[..]
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[Morning wood: A hardening and elongating sexual technique using wood vitality to give powerful orgasms to women. More if they have yang or wood affinity.]
[Playboy (Lvl.10): The playboy is a natural-born womanizer who trains thanks to and can choose to strengthen his love partners.]
XX
Konoha, a poor but verdant locality,
On his way to the orphanage, Nawaki examined the latest notifications and stats after he made love to his grandma again last night,
Minutes after Tsunade went to sleep, the boy went to Mito's room— where he and her sexily entwined for an additional two hours.
Overall, fucking Mito, Nawaki had gained three months of longevity, representing 90 days.
He didn't level up ever since the bath session, though. It didn't seem to be that easy. But as long as he could keep gaining more life and keep training his stamina, he didn't care.
Leveling his job would let him produce sperm frighteningly fast and, in turn, fuck longer. That was the parameter mostly at play.
But in fact, without leveling, Nawaki could increase his sexual arousal and sexual prowess. It all tied into training the stamina. After all, this world had anime logic.
Another cool finding he made had to do with his [morning wood]. The skill's description was somewhat exhaustive. But not in the way Nawaki initially thought…He seemed to be some kind of outrageous sexual gamer…Because his grandma definitely had the yang affinity, things he didn't expect went down when he made her climax one too many times…
Nawaki realized he could heal his sexual partner and himself through sex…Which wasn't necessarily nice because Nawaki wasn't a good person at all…His mind was dirty, and he had bad plans…However, since it was Mito, it was totally okay.
Fortunately, this *problem* was something he could control…This was thanks to his playboy job, which let him manage and take back sexual blessings.
In the future, he wouldn't have to agonize over encroaching Konoha's pretty enemies back to health…Battlefields weren't playgrounds. But healthy shotas like him were powerless against slender butts and phat booties.
Going weeks without soothing wails and relaxing ahegaos was unrealistic. Nawaki estimated that if he risked such utopia, his subversively staggering, lurching Johnson could riot and go Slytherin.
But the world's Kunoichis weren't ready for Shinobi Voldemort or a Slytherin reckoning yet.
Scandalous, infamous things that shall not be named should never have anything to do with sweet crotch serpents. Coupling, even with a bit of brainwashing, was about mutual gratification.
"...Whatever." Trying not to raise flags for himself, the boy quickened the pace. And he soon reached the leaf's orphanage.
XX
Konoha orphanage,
Inside a big wooden house, One too big to be made of wood,
"Nawaki Senju-sama?"
"What? That's the Senju prince?"
"The Senju prince is here?"
"Where?"
"P-Please, Senju-Sama, come in..."
When Nawaki walked in at the orphanage with a searching gaze, the head matron recognized him immediately. The woman seemed to be in her late 50s and dressed like a nun.
Nawaki'd never come by, but his picture was famous in the village. A lot Less than Tsunade's, but enough to raise some commotion everywhere he shouldn't be.
[Status: Uramitsu]
[Jobs: Kunoichi]
[Unique traits: None]
[Strengths: Shurikenjutsu, Genjutsu]
"Would you like to go to my office?" The matron, who looked confused by Nawaki's visit, suggested. The environment, at first glance, didn't look very good.
The place wasn't dirty, but despite being spacious, it was shoddy.
Because nuns led the establishment, Nawaki didn't expect a difference. Naruto was Japanese influenced, but even in Japanese culture, nuns lived modest frugal lives.
Nawaki nodded and followed the woman. Ignoring some of the pitiful-looking, poorly clothed children around him.
If he kept looking, the Senju clan would need to be renamed soon.
XX
"Y-You want to make a large donation?"
"You heard me right." Sitting at a desk in front of the surprised matron, Nawaki said again. "Is that a problem? Orphanages should be happy to receive finances."
"No, don't misunderstand Senju-sama. But the sum you announced is a bit too considerable..." The woman clarified her issue.
"You shall not worry about me," Nawaki said sternly. Using formal speech to show off. He didn't care how cringey he was. He was 8, so he had to exploit cringe sometimes to impress people.
"Ah? Y-Yes, of course...Senju-sama." The woman promptly replied.
Sneering internally, Nawaki knew that the matron would never dare to embezzle the funds he would ask his grandma to invest. However, he said, "...While we're on the subject, I don't want to see any child look or dress like they did today. You'll need to guarantee they all eat well and receive a proper education."
"I'll have my people come by every day to check the situation. If you let the babysitters and caretakers play around, I'll do worse than just taking back the money...Do we have an understanding?"
"Eh?" The matron was too taken aback by the 8-year-old to speak quickly and with coherence.
Glancing at the woman's stupid face, Nawaki sighed, adding, "If we do, I'll make this arrangement nice for you too..." When he added this, he smirked and rubbed his fingers together. He was making a money gesture.
If there was one thing the Senju didn't lack, it was money. Though Nawaki wasn't the patriarch yet, his grandma was his woman. He didn't need to be nervous to take care of such a small thing.
He wasn't sure what kind of Shinobi and Kunoichis the orphans would turn into or if they would turn into criminals later. But he didn't care.
Nawaki'd come to talk with Nono and see her attitude. But it wasn't because he liked her more than any orphan forced to reside here. She was just more talented.
XX
When Nawaki and the matron were done discussing his investment, which he would come with tomorrow, she called Nono Yakushi.
The matron wasn't sure what the boy wanted with her, but after he glared when she asked, she decided to fetch her quickly.
Alone in the office, which was agreeable, heated, and smelled okay, unlike the rest of the construction, Nawaki shook his head, thinking,
'The world's the same everywhere...'
The boy didn't even think to wonder why nobody in the village cared about this issue. This was the same reason nobody cared for Naruto when Kushina and Minato died. Retarded things were just meant to be retarded.
