I am Uchiha Madara

♂nbsp;Ding dong.

A faint sound came from the distance.After the sound waves are gone, the soft aftertaste still gently tugs at the heartstrings, slowly vibrating.

Hashirama stood alone in the dark corridor of the hotel, staring blankly at the only light ahead.

what am i doing here

A feeling of something wrong came to mind, but was suppressed silently by another force.

Hashirama didn't notice.

Maybe he noticed it, and his body instinct didn't issue a warning, so he let it go unconsciously.

The sliding doors on both sides of the corridor were closed tightly, the lights were turned off, and there was silence or dead silence all around, the kind of dead silence that only existed in the middle of the night.

Taking a step towards the light, the clogs collided with the floor, making a muffled sound.

Ding dong.

The response was normal, and the clear sound came again.The aftermath slowly rippled through the dark corridor in this dead night, and the ordinary sound of dripping water seemed strangely ethereal at this moment.

is there

After gathering his composure, Zhujian followed the sound and walked forward to download.When I reached the end, I found a hot spring bath.The sound of gurgling water could be heard faintly through the wooden sliding door.

It's so late, who is still taking a bath in the hot springs?

The sign on the door was turned over and read "In Use".The hand pushing the door hesitated for a moment. After years of upbringing, he still couldn't do anything like rashly breaking into someone else's bathroom.But there is a force in my heart that is ready to move, and the thought of opening this door is overwhelming in an instant.

Wow, the door was already open, and Hashirama stared at his hands in confusion.

What happened just now? How could he do such a thing?

No, something's wrong

"Hashirama"

A slightly surprised voice interrupted his thoughts that he was about to touch the truth. Hashirama looked up. Before "Madara" finished speaking, he couldn't help but take a step back, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Madara Uchiha was half-covered in a snow-white yukata, and his slim but toned upper body was trying to hide it.His bare legs were immersed in the pool water. The clear warm water slowly flowed out from the bamboo tube and snaked down his legs into the pool. A thin mist enveloped his lower body, hazy and attracting people's endless reverie.In sharp contrast to this was his long hanging hair and the pure black eyes that looked over him.The hair that was soaked in water lost a bit of firmness and was clinging to the top of her head and her yukata.

This scene reminded him of the scene when he was bathing in the hot spring yesterday. Madara was leaning on the edge of the pool and lazily glanced at her. The half-covered look now was even more heart-warming than the full nudity at that time.

Zhu Jian felt the heat coming up all at once, and his thoughts were in confusion.He couldn't help but take another step back, barely daring to cast his gaze in that direction.

Madara stood up and walked over slowly, his yukata hanging on his shoulders and the belt tied loosely around his waist.Hashirama wanted to retreat, but he felt a chill on his back, but what he touched was the wooden door frame.

When did the door close?

Before he had time to think about this problem, Madara had already walked in front of him. His handsome face was very close, so close that he could hear his shallow breathing. His warm breath blew on his neck, arousing a slight shiver in his heart. It was not defensive. , is the expectation

This distance is by no means a safe distance for both parties.Madara could break his neck in an instant, and he could pierce Madara's heart in an instant.However, the charming and ambiguous atmosphere blurred the ninja's vigilance, and no one bothered to think about this.

Two pairs of black eyes faced each other, Hashirama's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his mouth felt inexplicably dry.Madara stared at him and suddenly smiled softly: "What are you afraid of?"

Afraid that some thoughts in the subconscious will break through the shackles of reason and come out violently

I'm afraid that once I face what's deep in my heart, I will sink even more uncontrollably.

Afraid that they would not get the results they wanted after revealing their true feelings, the two moved further and further apart.

Still afraid

"Well"

With the chaotic thoughts and the hot atmosphere, now is really not the right time to think.Seeing Madara wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him, Hashirama's brain froze for a moment.

The feeling of the intertwined lips and teeth is so different, the moisture and warmth spread from the place where they meet, and the heart suddenly bursts with heat, and the numbness spreads all over the body along the spine like an electric shock, and the soul is boiling.The first thing he reacted to was not to push away, but to hug Madara with his backhand, using his height advantage to seize the initiative.

Compared to Madara, Hashirama, who had such close contact with someone for the first time, was not considered to be highly skilled.Madara didn't mind, he raised his head slightly in cooperation, and let him kiss her in a messy manner with a smile on his lips.The hot breaths were intertwined with each other, their hands were tugging randomly, and in the confusion, both of their bathrobes fell to the ground.Move from the lips to the tip of the chin, nibbling down the neck.The long hair on his forehead and the kiss tickled his neck, and the tickling feeling was more like a child's nonsense. Madara couldn't help but laugh out loud, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Feeling this tiny vibration, Hashirama's brain suddenly woke up, and his movements froze involuntarily.What is he doing?

The two of them were now naked, and Hashirama almost didn't have the courage to look at Madara's expression.

Madara opened his eyes and looked at the almost dull face, the smile on his lips remained unchanged. "Do you like me Senju Hashirama?"

"I"

"Don't you like me?" Madara said in a different way.

"No" Hashirama immediately denied, feeling something was wrong as soon as the words came out.

"Then I like it." Madara concluded without any refutation. Seeing the confusion on Hashirama's face, he chuckled: "Seeing that you are so active, I wanted you to do it for the first time, but now it seems there is no hope. . Sigh, you are almost 30 years old, how can you be so innocent? This look makes me embarrassed to speak." As he said, his palms went down his strong abdominal muscles.

Hashirama suddenly woke up.

The room was dark, and his rapid breathing could be clearly heard in the silent night.He looked sideways at Madara on the other side: breathing evenly, eyes closed, fine, not awake.

He stood up and straightened his yukata, but his hand froze when it touched his lower body.As a man, of course I understand what this situation is.

The scene in the dream couldn't help but come to mind, and the emotional feeling came to me again.He pressed Qisi down hard and left the room in embarrassment.

The corridor of the hotel is similar to a dream. There is a light at the end of the darkness. Hashirama remembers it as the bathhouse.Wandering in the corridor for a moment, he finally approached it.

The same sound of water as in a dream

He looked at the unturned sign outside the bathhouse in astonishment.There should be no one there, why is there the sound of water?

Are you still dreaming?

I held my breath and opened the door. There was no one inside, only the clear water gurgling in the bamboo tube. The water fell to the surface and made a slight sound.He didn't know whether he was happy or sad in his heart.

He took off his yukata and slowly immersed himself in the water.The lukewarm water slowly calmed down his body and mind.Silently sinking in the water, he frowned and thought deeply.

How could you have that kind of dream?

I think about it day by day and dream about it at night. Does he really care about him?

Do you like me? How did Senju Hashirama himself answer?

I

Do you like me? Senju Hashirama

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"It's late at night, what are you doing?"

Hashirama was startled and turned around to see Madara standing at the door.His face felt hot. "How did you come"

Madara raised his eyebrows, "Can't you come?"

Zhu Jian choked and said dullly: "When did you wake up?"

"Your breathing is so heavy, how could I not wake up." Madara found a dry place to sit down, "Why, I have a nightmare." It is the habit of most ninjas to hide their voices, let alone Senju Hashirama. A master at this level.

Having no time to notice the loopholes in Madara's words, Hashirama looked away awkwardly, "No."

"That's just an erotic dream." Seeing his suddenly tense expression, Madara smiled clearly, "I won't laugh at you. Okay, take care of it yourself, I'll leave first."

Having dropped this topic, Hashirama felt relieved and nodded to him: "I'll be fine soon."

After gently closing the door of the bathhouse, Madara looked back with a smile on his lips.Quietly walking through the corridor and back into the house, he pulled a ball of curled down from his sleeve and placed it on the ground.

"Thanks, Nekomata."

The fluff stretched out into a night-blue cat, and its golden eyes shone in the night. "Humph, he is really unlucky to meet you."

"That's not what you said." The devil's claws attacked the little pom-pom again, but the opponent quickly dodged it.Madara lay back on the tatami without paying much attention, "I'm just helping him see his mind clearly."

"The scheming emperor is a scumbag," Nekomata criticized mercilessly.

Madara hummed softly, "I hope this secret will always remain a secret. You understand, Nekomata. Hmm."

Forced to take a step back by the aura he invisibly exuded, Maomata raised his head and flicked his tail, unwilling to be outdone: "I know, you scum."

"I need to call my master, Nekomata."

The author has something to say:

Tucaojun:

The dream sequence has the visual feel of a Zhou Xun print.

Mr. Ban, you've tricked me into attacking you.

Just burying her breasts and exploding so many ladies~ It’s so big, so soft, so fragrant, so satisfying.

Why don't lolita show up? The devil's claws are ready to move.