Confronting Tenten

It was an interesting experience, Sasuke thought, to see the range of emotions going through Tenten's face, her pea-sized brain trying to wrap itself around a man's words and failing.

"So what if they can't form hand seals," She argued. "There are other-"

"I won't have my children dead in some battlefield because they can't even manage a simple Henge." Lee was firm and uncompromising.

"But, Lee, it's fine. Even if our children aren't shinobi, I'll love them all the same. I-" She was interrupted.

"I already had a vasectomy!" He told her. "My mind is made up."

"W-what?" And just like that confusion on her face was replaced with fury, unable to cope with her husband's very reasonable decision.

"How could you do this? I'm your wife. I deserve-"

Sasuke just about had enough of this.

He saw no point in meaningless chatter. If he let the entitled woman have her way, they would be arguing until the morrow. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Tenten and lifted up the squirming brunette, soft belly sprawled against his muscular right shoulder.

"See you later, Loser."

Dismissing the cuckold from his presence, Sasuke dragged Tenten upstairs for a nice fuck.