[Naruto] I really don’t know how to use wood escape.

The slightly drunk morning light came in through the small window. Madara looked at Rong. The girl seemed to have never changed. She still had the same sixteen-year-old face, and the same appearance like cherry blossoms on the branches in March.

Reason and emotion were tugging in his heart, one side was planning and the other was the present.

Rong... If you like him so much, you will definitely understand the Eye of the Moon plan!

Inexplicably, the spots stayed like this until Rong woke up. It was already noon, and the sun shone on the white and greasy skin, giving it a golden texture, like white jade, like marble, but more like cotton, after all Madara understands how weak that is.

Madara was like a lazy big cat after a full meal. His arms were wrapped in his arms. Both of them were naked, and there was a strange warmth between their skins.

The thin quilt covered the two bodies that could be called works of art, and there were scattered clothes everywhere. Madara toyed with a strand of Rong's hair with his hands, lowering his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

"Well..." Rong snorted softly, then opened her emerald green eyes. She looked up and could only see Madara's chin.

"Madara-kun, what are you thinking about?"

Madara came back to his senses, and Rong's cherry-colored hair was scattered on his bare chest. He was very careful not to press Rong's hair.

Those emerald green eyes became more transparent under the refraction of the sun, and a small version of him was reflected in them.

There was only him in those eyes.

Madara thought casually.

Thinking of this, my heart was filled with joy, and I even had the urge to ask the question that was stuck in my heart.

"Rong, are you willing... to create a new world with me?"

Madara heard his heart beating like a drum. He stared at Rong, trying to find any trace of reluctance on her face, but there was no, not at all. The girl just smiled softly and said, "Okay."

Here, Hashirama and Tobirama followed the clues left by Madara three days later and came to this small house. It was so neat and tidy that it looked like no one had ever lived there.

"Damn it, I was deceived! That evil Uchiha!"

Madara took Ei back to the cave, where Black Zetsu sat there bored, next to a human-like thing similar to him, White Zetsu.

Black Zetsu was obviously surprised to see Rong come back, but more of it was the fear hidden in his heart. He still looked calm on his face, "Madara, this woman is too weak, are you going to let her participate in the plan?"

"So what?" Madara glanced at Hei Jue and showed an arrogant smile.

Hei Jue did not refute him, but just nodded and said: "In that case, I support all your choices. After all, I am your will."

When Madara walked into the depths of the cave, Black Zetsu gritted his teeth.

Madara brought Rong to the room he made using earth escape, "Rong, have a good rest, I will be away for a while."

Sakae nodded, Madara picked up the scythe and left with Kyuubi.

The days in the cave were so dim that it was difficult to find time. Not long after, Madara came back. He looked very weak. He came back and said hello to Rong before entering the laboratory and stayed inside for a long time.

Rong doesn't care about the living environment or time. To her, these are all illusions. She just hopes that she can understand human beings a little more and understand... what "love" is.

Madara looked more gloomy. He couldn't maintain his appearance over a long period of time and turned into an old man. Sometimes Madara and Rong would be recognized as grandfather and granddaughter when they went shopping together, although Madara's face would darken at this time.

Perhaps because of this, or perhaps because of other reasons, Madara disliked going out less and less, and became weaker and weaker. In the end, he could only rely on the heretic golem to maintain his life.

One day, Madara picked up an Uchiha child. The child was cheerful and generous. He would quarrel with Bai Zetsu and discuss what "convenience" was (it wasn't). At the same time, he was very curious about who Rong was to Madara.

"Sister Rong, how long have you been here with this old man?"

Obito asked curiously.

He has a very fond impression of this gentle and beautiful young lady. Of course, he likes Lin even more.

"Well, it must have been a while."

"You are still so young, why do you want to stay in such a dark cave with an old man?" Obito was a little confused.

"Young? I can't tell. However, because Madara-kun is a very important person to me." Rong replied softly. Madara under the heretic demon slowly raised his lower lip. Now, even he does this action. It's very laborious.

Why are you so reluctant to leave before dying? Madara asked himself, it was obvious that he had already agreed to devote his whole life to the Eye of the Moon Project.

Madara thought like this, and raised his hand to touch Rong's face, but dropped it again because of his master's weakness.

I originally wanted to write about Brother Tu's sexual love, but the special feelings for my first love Lin and the feelings for the gentle elder sister I get along with day and night are intertwined and entangled. It's quite complicated and painful, and I can't write it in tens of thousands of words (to the stupid author) ), so forget it, everyone can think about it.

The following is Tu Ge’s irresponsible extra. Everyone who can’t accept the demolition of Dai Lin’s CP and Huang Huang quickly avoid the lightning (shy jpg)

Warning about stand-in literature and pseudo-orthopedic literature

When did it start? This feeling.

It was clear that I liked Lin at the beginning, the name that had been engraved in my heart, but when did another name quietly occupy the high ground in my heart? When he wasn't paying attention, this feeling quickly took root deep in his heart, and then strangled his heart like a vine, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he could only shout these two names over and over again.

Obito sped up the movements in his hands, panting heavily, like a fish drowned on the shore.

The pain invaded him, making the corners of his eyes red, and he couldn't help crying, or maybe it was not the pain, but the pleasure that overwhelmed him. The two feelings were intertwined, and he felt like his soul had left his body.

He wants her.

I couldn't sleep or eat well all night.

He was going crazy thinking about it.

But he felt ashamed at the thought of expressing his despicable and dirty thoughts in front of that gentle girl.

Even if she told him, she wouldn't blame him, would she? After all, he is such a gentle person, such a person, who has been watching him, watching his growth, watching him change from a boy to a young man.

It's like filling Lin's vacancy.

But she and Lin are different.

Yes, they are different.

After the climax, Obito cleared his mind. Why was it different?

He didn't know, but that feeling was wrapping around him tightly, getting tighter and tighter, thinking it was going to twist him into pieces.

I really want to... be proud...

Obito chewed the name repeatedly, as if he was getting pleasure from it again, his face flushed, as if he had been bullied.

He started again, like what every man would do, until he was interrupted by the light sound of the door. For a moment, great fear attacked him. He knew that she was next door, which was undoubtedly more exciting. It rattled his nerves and made him even crazier.

It's Rong.

what to do? About to be discovered.

What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do

Just show your cards like this and reveal your dirty thoughts.

But... no! Absolutely not! Such a gentle expression would turn into disgust and disgust, looking at him like garbage.

He turned his head, it was Bai Jue.

Obito breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Jue smiled and made room for him, it was Rong!

Rong looked at himself doubtfully, as if the distance was getting farther and farther away, and Obito felt dizzy.

Sakae didn't seem to notice this unsightly scene and said to him, "Obito-kun, welcome home."

Can this humble cave be called "home"?

Rong...do you regard him as family?

The more he thinks like this, the more painful Obito becomes.

A long time passed after that day.

Obito had been carefully avoiding Sakae.

One day, Bai Zetsu said that he discovered something. Obito returned to Madara and walked into an empty cave.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt an aura of glory - an aura that he had fantasized about many times in his mind.

The Sharingan under Obito's black and white circle mask suddenly enlarged.

"Obito-kun, what are you running from? I'm very sad, Obito-kun."

Rong put on the cherry-colored kimono that Obito had carefully bought for her.

Just like the cherry blossoms that bloom in March, they are delicate and fragile and need careful care from others to prevent them from withering.

He could feel Rong's slender fingers holding his neck, and those emerald green eyes staring at him, just like Lin, but different. Those eyes were all about him, without a trace of distracting thoughts, and not even Kakashi. .

Those empty eyes were filled with his figure, that feeling - so wonderful!

quite sweet! So happy!

He lifted the mask on his face, looking half ferocious and half handsome, "Even so, does Sister Rong like it?"

"I like everything about Obito-kun."

Rong kissed his lips, and the warm and cool feeling took away all of Obito's senses. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue to absorb and capture it, chasing the other person's tongue like a wild beast.

The fluid left at the corners of his mouth, and the sound of slurping was like an ambiguous prelude. The girl was very petite, and he could easily control everything about her, which made Obito feel a great sense of satisfaction.

She is like his sister! Obito, what on earth are you doing? Stop it!

But there was a different kind of voice in his heart, urging him to possess and chew more. He couldn't help but indulge in it, and the only reason he could think of was to close the door to block Bai Jue's sight.

The girl's body was unexpectedly soft and flexible, as if he could manipulate it at will. Obito looked at the prey he had snatched fiercely like a wandering wild dog.

His rough fingers caressed her face, and then his fingertips suddenly inserted into her lips. The pale pink lips were turned red by his kiss, and the lip beads stood up like blood jade, stained with ambiguous water stains, and were hollow. The girl with glaring eyes just lay on the bed without any resistance, giving her a sense of humiliating beauty.

"Sister Rong, is this all you have?"

Obito pressed her tongue so that her words became muffled syllables. With his other hand, he lifted her head and pressed it towards him. Obito took out his fingertips and looked at her face that was flushed. Kissed again.

It seems to be happiness, but it also seems to be pain, struggling in happiness and sinking in pain.

Obito clung to Rong like a confused child, skin to skin, they were so intimate, as if they were one.

Rong hugged him, and they both hugged each other tightly when the great pleasure came, like two confused souls cuddling together.

Until the words came out of Rong's mouth: "Madara-kun..."

Obito's enthusiasm was extinguished immediately. He regarded her as Lin's substitute, so why wasn't she the same?

In the middle of the night, Obito woke up suddenly. It turned out that it was a dream.

He went to take a shower and changed out of his dirty pants.

Rong... can only be his sister.