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Naruto: My Brother Fugaku, I'm Marrying Mikoto

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The annihilation of the Uchiha clan is a statistical impossibility. Let the record show that I, Uchiha Tokichi—a man of impeccable honor and irreproachable character—will gladly concede defeat the day Itachi Uchiha locates the mythical Fountain of Rebirth. Until then, we cast aside the tragic martyrdom of the past. There is no need for somber whispers of "Mikoto, do not look back." Instead, Mikoto turns to me, a blush warming her cheeks, to pose a delightfully absurd tactical query: "Do you think it would appear gaudy if I mounted a Railgun onto my Susanoo?" The late Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, once astutely observed the shifting dynamics of our lineage: "While other Uchiha awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan in their eyes, Fugaku managed to awaken his entirely in his mouth." It is a sentiment echoed with profound sincerity by Shinnosuke Nohara, brother to the late Rin, who openly declares, "The leader I revere above all others is Lord Fugaku. It was he who imparted the ultimate universal truth upon me: what goes around, comes around." Through this chaotic subversion of destiny, Fugaku—the younger brother once fated for an untimely demise—instead inherited a bizarrely prestigious tapestry of grand titles: The Ninja World’s Demonic Eye Konoha’s Supreme Hokage The True Uchiha Dance King The Divine Architect of Birth Control Driven by aggressive, state-sponsored reproductive incentives, Fugaku single-handedly engineered a demographic explosion within the clan. The Uchiha compounds are now overrun by a hyper-prolific new generation. Even the toddlers in the local kindergarten unlock their Sharingan with casual ease, their voices echoing through the streets in unison: "No one understands the true essence of the Will of Fire better than us."
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Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri
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