The honeymoon had been perfect so far—fancy dinners, sightseeing, and now? Just the two of you, in a luxurious hotel suite, sprawled out on the softest bed you’d ever laid on.

The massive TV screen played an anime you both loved, but honestly? You weren’t completely focused on it.

Because, as always, Toru had taken your hand and placed it right on her butt.

And at this point? You were used to it.

She was only wearing a long, white long-sleeve shirt—one of yours, judging by how the sleeves swallowed her hands—and her bare legs kicked lazily behind her as she rested her chin on a pillow, eyes glued to the screen.

You shifted slightly, fingers brushing against her thick thighs. She hummed in content, wiggling a little before settling in.

”Mmmm…..Sasuke is so strong with the rinnegan…”