Hela/Chapter 81: Sarada

【Ding! The quest to eat at Temari’s house has been completed. You have gained 100 passion points.】

【Ding! The quest to help Yoshino has been completed. You have gained 500 passion points.】

【Ding! The quest to touch Temari has been completed. You have gained 500 passion points.】

As soon as Alan Folker left Temari’s house, a series of three quest completion notifications rang out.

With these three quests completed, Alan Folker’s passion points had now reached 2100, enough for two more draws.

【Ding! make-out paradise quest: Go to Sakura’s house for dinner. Time remaining: one hour. Reward upon completion: 100 passion points.】

Just as Alan Folker was about to draw, the make-out paradise system issued another quest.

“Go to Sister Sakura’s house for dinner?” Alan Folker was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the sky. The sun was already slowly setting.

Holy cow, I actually played with Sister Temari for so long?

Seeing the sun about to set, Alan Folker finally realized how late it was.

After a moment of hesitation, Alan Folker walked towards Sakura’s house.

At this moment, in Temari’s bedroom, Temari lay on the bed, staring vaguely at the ceiling. Today’s experience was truly beyond her expectations, even a bit absurd.

However, Temari did not reject the feeling of intimacy with Alan Folker.

“Oh no! It’s so late!” Temari also noticed the sun gradually setting outside the window. She abruptly sat up and quickly put on her clothes.

She still had to make dinner!

When Temari passed the bathroom, she hesitated, but ultimately decided not to take a shower. She enjoyed the scent Alan Folker left on her, as this feeling made her feel like she had a man.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

After buying some fruit on the street, Alan Folker went straight to Sakura’s house and knocked on the door.

“Who is it? Coming!” Sakura’s voice came from inside.

“Click!”

“Folker, why are you here?” Sakura was surprised to see Alan Folker outside the door.

Alan Folker glanced inside, and seeing no one else, he embraced Sakura, exhaling a warm breath into her ear and saying, “I missed you, Sister Sakura.”

Sakura trembled all over, her body instantly becoming soft and weak, leaning into Alan Folker’s embrace.

“You, you let go quickly. My mother-in-law and Sarada are home!” Sakura’s face was slightly red, and she shyly pushed Alan Folker away.

“Don’t be afraid, we’ll just be sneaky,” Alan Folker said with a smile.

Sakura shook her head and said, “Stop messing around, Folker, let go quickly. It’ll be so awkward if mother-in-law and Sarada see us.”

“Sakura, who’s here?” A voice came from inside, startling Sakura, who quickly pushed Alan Folker away and smoothed her clothes.

“It’s Folker, he said he came to see you.” Sakura finished, then changed the subject, saying, “Mother-in-law, I’m going to make dinner. You chat with Folker.”

With that, Sakura fled back to the kitchen.

Mikoto walked out of the living room, dressed in homewear, looking gentle and virtuous. Her loose T-shirt accentuated her full chest, making it even more alluring, and her long, straight legs had no excess fat.

Mikoto’s skin was fair and delicate, her dark, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her exquisite features were incredibly captivating, especially her clear, bright eyes, which sparkled like jewels.

Combined with Mikoto’s mature and sophisticated aura, she was simply a top-tier beauty.

“Oh, Folker is here, come in quickly and sit down.” Mikoto came out of the house, greeting Alan Folker.

“You, why did you buy so much fruit when you came?” Mikoto looked at the large bags and small packages of gifts in Alan Folker’s hands, saying with a hint of reproach.

“Aunt Mikoto, I just haven’t seen you in a long time, so I brought you some things, and I’m also here to freeload a meal. You don’t mind, do you?” Alan Folker scratched his head, saying with a simple smile.

“Silly child, I’m overjoyed that you came to see me, how could I possibly dislike it? Come in, come in.” Mikoto took the bags and packages from Alan Folker’s hands, placed them aside, and then pulled Alan Folker towards the sofa.

Mikoto’s small hand was cool and smooth. Just holding Alan Folker’s hand gave him an electric sensation.

Alan Folker followed Mikoto into the living room and saw a little loli sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw Alan Folker, she jumped off the sofa and ran to Alan Folker, asking in a childish voice, “Are you my daddy?”

Sarada’s words stunned Mikoto and Alan Folker, and also stunned Sakura, who had just come out of the kitchen to get something, her eyes turning red.

Sarada’s innocent voice revealed how much she longed for a father’s love, making Sakura’s nose tingle and almost bringing her to tears.

Sarada had never seen Sasuke since birth and never knew what Sasuke looked like. It was normal for her to mistake a man who suddenly appeared in the house for her father.

“Sarada, I’m your Brother Folker. What? Don’t you recognize me?” Alan Folker squatted down, stroking Sarada’s head, comforting her.

Although by seniority, Sarada shouldn’t call him brother, he didn’t want to be called old, so they each called each other what they liked.

Hearing Alan Folker’s words, Sarada pouted her small mouth, looking aggrieved.

“It seems Sarada really forgot me. She used to cling to me for hugs every day!” Alan Folker picked up Sarada, rubbing her small head as he spoke.

Mikoto often used to bring Sarada to show off, and naturally, Alan Folker also often played with Sarada in the past.

“But you’re not my daddy,” Sarada mumbled.

Listening to Sarada’s mumbling, both Mikoto and Sakura felt a pang of sadness. This girl, who usually seemed well-behaved and sensible, was actually very insecure.

Alan Folker smiled, pinched Sarada’s baby-fat cheeks, and asked with a smile, “But Brother Folker can play with you!”

“Play what?” Sarada asked, blinking her big eyes.

“What do you want to play?” Alan Folker countered.

Sarada tilted her head in thought. After a long while, she blinked her big eyes at Alan Folker and said, “I want to ride a horse!”

“Sarada!” Mikoto immediately sternly exclaimed upon hearing Sarada’s words.

“It’s fine,” Alan Folker waved his hand, smiling indifferently.

“Yay!” Sarada, seeing Alan Folker agree, immediately jumped up excitedly.

Alan Folker also stood up, stretched his limbs, and gestured for Sarada to climb onto his back.

“Haha…” Sarada clapped her little hands happily, then lay on Alan Folker’s back, letting him carry her slowly.

“Horseback riding! Horseback riding!” Sarada rode on Alan Folker’s back, her two chubby little legs swinging, looking very joyful.