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Lawful Ordeal	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters from it. This story was written for my own enjoyment only, and I do not make any money from writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-Lawful Ordeal
- 2-Lawful Courtship
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A/N: Hello, hello, it has been a bit, but I try to be less inconsistent with actually posting stuff. This story is all about Neji and Tenten, and that's the only pairing that will be showcased here, so if this doesn't interest you, then I'm sorry, but this story isn't for you. If the pairing doesn't bother you, then welcome to the world of Drunken Dating, but following a different couple, mostly during the daytime. Over time, the story tags may change, but I haven't planned out everything just yet.
I haven't figured out what to do with it too much yet, but I do have a Patreon. On it, I try to post updates for which stories I have planned or which ones I'm currently working on, and I typically have the option for prompts open. A link can be found on my profile page, if it interests anyone!
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Lawful Ordeal

“That’ll do for now, dear.” The commandeering, yet soft voice of her superior allowed her to let loose a weary sigh, dropping a stack of folders down upon a nearby desk before sauntering back towards her own.

“You handled the digitization process of yesterday’s contracts?” Mabui, the chief of staff and their CEO’s personal assistant, neatly folded up another series of papers, pressing them down into a nearby folder for later use.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tenten replied, a weary smile upon her face from the sheer thought of how many documents had laid around in need of scanning. “What comes next?”

Plopping down in the office chair beside her own desk, Tenten allowed herself to smile properly as her mentor began to pull up the various folders within their networking system. By all intents and purposes, the white haired, tanned woman could have handled all of this by herself, as she had done for the past few years since her own employment began. However, due to a particular event, the CEO and his secretary had been in need of a new assistant.

That, of course, was where she came in. A freshly graduated college student with a degree in economics, as well as a particular hobby within blacksmithing that had made the sandy blonde haired CEO rather intrigued. During one of her three interviews, Mabui had presented her with a series of tasks, asking for her thoughts on how best to solve them. One such task had been the digitization of their previous contracts, to which Tenten had made the suggestion to scan them into a specific part, which the network itself could be programmed to handle; it quite literally placed the files in their specified folders, creating a balanced means of ascertaining what was used for which project.

Seated beside her mentor and supervisor however, Tenten herself could do little more than stretch her arms out above her head. Through the second and first interview, the number of applicants had been reduced tremendously, leaving only her and a more experienced man as the two candidates for the position. Why they had picked her above someone with more experience, the brunette did not know, nor would she ever question that fact.

“Now that a majority of our archived projects are sorted through and digitized, we have to look at today’s workload alone.” Mabui replied matter of factly, her expression remaining neutral even as she swiped a window from her computer over towards Tenten’s screen.

The opened window was quite normal, just another file location, but the moment it reached the brunette’s eyes, her expression paled. From the file synchronization to the still open contracts that were now presented before her, the question of how Mabui had handled it all on her own came to mind.

“I’ll begin preparing a few contracts for you to manage on your own, but for now, numbers twelve through eighteen need to be closed down.” Off from her side of the desk, an enclosure built separately to Tenten’s cubicle, the soft sound of nimble fingers dancing across a keyboard reached her ears, accompanied by a laser focus that made the notion of asking another question seem silly.

Even before the words had left the secretary’s luscious lips, her nimble, elegant fingers had begun to dance across the keyboard before her. From the very moment her digits roamed the keys, dozens of files were opened at once, akin to the state of the CEO’s personal computer; a state the brunette had seen firsthand during her interview.

Although, the reason behind her recent employment, as well as Mabui’s somewhat harsh teachings, was quite simple. When Tenten herself had attended college, one of her teachers in particular had been clear that inter office relationships were most often frowned upon; that the thought of dating your boss was enough to make a great many colleagues disdainful. However, upon starting there, Tenten had been plainly informed that Mabui had done just that, most evidently proven by the matching wedding ring she and their boss wore. Ai had been rather upfront that he would permit no jealousy, and be it the staff working away on new designs, or the executives that spent their day wrangling with the military, no one had voiced a complaint.

The two would take a series of days off, to celebrate their honeymoon together, but as was deemed fit, the two would find a replacement to handle the bare minimum of internal affairs until they returned.

Sliding her mouse across the screen to open the first of the files Mabui had sent her way, Tenten’s eyebrows furrowed themselves together, overwhelmed by the sheer numbers that popped out at her. Anything from electronics to hardware, then back to the steel they purchased from a local manufacturer, was included when the higher ups dictated the price of the project. Yet, the more Tenten browsed through the various contracts, making cross references towards a list taped to the side of her cubicle, the more she found that the company hardly earned anything off of the hardware alone.

It was purchased at a reasonable price, and sold with just the slightest margin of profit.

“Whenever you close down contracts, it is of the utmost importance to verify their validity. Did the client accept the contract? Did they attempt to negotiate the price?” Listing some points off of the top of her head, Mabui glanced aside just in time for Tenten to finalize her first project.

“How often does a negotiation happen?” Tenten answered the rhetorical questions with a proper one. “As far as I see, the prices aren’t that bad, despite the workload.”

Nodding her head to the side, a query popped up at the top of her screen as she attempted to close the contract, clicking the notification away before sending said contract off to another part of the firm. Whether Mabui chose to answer or not was a separate question altogether, for the first lesson she had received, on her first day of work, rang true to that day.

A question you get the answer for will teach you nothing, Ai had said during their interview.

“You don’t need me to answer that, do you?” However, after an unidentifiable amount of time, her question did receive a reply, spoken in a rather crass tone, no less.

“No, ma’am.” Tenten hastily added, having long since contemplated whether or not anyone had tried to bargain for a different price. Of course they had.

Nodding her head silently to the side, Mabui eased her chair further back, arising from it with her hands reaching down to smoothen whatever wrinkles had appeared in her faded green and grey skirt. “Coffee?” Her voice rolled off of her tongue, smooth and genteel, even as she approached a nearby brewing stand.

Flashing her supervisor a broad smile, Tenten’s expression brightened considerably at the concept. Over a cup of coffee each, the two women conversed, a few of the truly difficult questions were answered, and under Mabui’s watchful eyes, the intern that would handle all of her and some of Ai’s work for the following week grew ever more efficient in her process. The contracts Mabui had sent her way were handled with relative ease, and as the duo settled down to go over the general goingson of the company ladder, the smile on Tenten’s lips had yet to wane.

In the blink of an eye, the clock had twisted and turned itself around, so much so that, with her arms stretched out above her head, Tenten let loose a soft sigh of relief. Her shift had technically drawn close to its end, but by her side, the woman whose jacket was held tightly together by a singular button remained unmoving.

Raising an eyebrow, the internal debate about her future work schedule flashed by, racking her brain for the briefest moment in search of the most optimal way to broach the subject. However, when nothing came to mind, the brunette was reminded that she lacked the silver tongued aspect of a particular friend of hers.

“For next week, should I stay for the duration of your work hours?” Tenten began, cautiously broaching the subject of working overtime as best as she could.

As quickly as the words had left her lips, the tanned fingers that had ever danced across the keyboard paused at last, and with the most unusual sound to have ever been heard in the office, Mabui giggled in response.

“Fun though that may be, it would be wrong of us to rob a young lady of her free time like that.” Broadening her smile at the concept, the silver haired secretary spun her chair around to face her subordinate directly. “No, dear, that will not be necessary. If you work as quickly and efficiently as you have today, you’ll surely manage by the end of the day.”

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An audible thump reverberated through the enclosed offices at the top of the building belonging to the Raikage Inc, followed by a groan and a rustling of paper that would deafen the everyday man. From the heavy thump that followed, folders and stacks of paper alike slid down upon the floor, crashing down into the head of a woman whose existence was at its end.

Seven-thirty am, only half an hour into her day, the true magnitude of what she had signed up for hit her like a wrecking ball. Assistant after assistant, executive after executive, heck, even the people running maintenance on the server had required- no, demanded her input on tasks and cases that she quite frankly lacked the experience to answer.

Board meetings required her attendance, several were scheduled to take place within the week. Again, as Tenten eased herself down onto her knees to pick up the assortment of documents to be scanned into the system, her mind returned to one singular question.

How had Mabui managed all on her own for years?

To her immeasurable gratitude, Ai had canceled a majority of his scheduled meetings, leaving only a few appointments throughout the week; most of which were a mere phone call that could be handled while she herself tended to the paperwork that needed to be done.

Briefly, as her lithe fingers caressed the backside of a slip of paper, she pondered how expensive it would be to invest in scanners all throughout the building, in the various divisions. Handling a pile of paper was fine, but turning the documents digital from the very beginning might prove to be invaluable for the business as a whole. Setting that thought aside as a mental side note however, the remainders of the papers she had spilled over were picked up, neatly placed within a pile atop her desk.

Casting another exasperated glance up at the analog clock hanging above the doorway leading into Ai’s personal office, the brunette’s shoulders slumped. Between starting work and carrying out her cleanup, only two hours had passed by in total.

Reaching her arms above her head, a thought she shouldn’t have entertained crossed through her mind, accompanied by an involuntary grin that matched the devilish look of a woman on Halloween. No one would walk into the office unannounced, and with a sufficient knock on the heavy oaken doors, even the dead would be roused from their eternal slumber.

Testing the comfort of the desk, adorned by piles of papers on the left and on the right, Tenten eased her arms down. However, as soon as the thought crossed through her head, her trimmed eyebrows furrowed together. She couldn’t lay down for a nap that early, not in a company she had just started working for...

With a soft sigh and slumped shoulders, the brunette instead began to do the job she had been hired to do. Between the board meeting at the end of the day, and the various appointments that still remained in the aftermath of Ai’s cancellation spree, the paperwork to her left and right seemed negligible. Throughout the day, she had been afforded with three separate lunch breaks, two of which were smaller ones, while the one around noon was almost a full hour.

Setting aside the growing temptation within the back of her head, Tenten arose from her office chair, pushing it aside as to not come in the way during her scanning routine. By all intents and purposes, a freshly graduated college student would not have been hired for a position such as hers, but whether it was due to Mabui’s personal opinion, or Ai’s interest in her family hobby, she did not know what had swayed their mind.

During her very first hour there, Mabui had brought her along on a company tour, starting in the lowest floors where technicians and designers alike reigned, slowly ascending the corporate ladder until the duo stood before Ai’s office at the top floor. There were engineers, designers, technicians and artists within the building. One of the junior managers was even said to be a boudoir model in her spare time, though said person wouldn’t start their shift until much later in the day.

Only a handful of papers remained by the time her mind returned to the time at hand; a few dozen papers, along with the digital work that undoubtedly had to be rounded up. At the end of their last shift together, Mabui had expressed that Tenten would not be required to close any deals on her own, not unless she herself felt comfortable, or had the time, to round out any of the remaining details.

Somewhere in the back of her head, as Tenten hurriedly scanned in the final documents and put the physical copy aside in a separate folder, she was reminded to enjoy her day a little too. The company was vast, and given time, she practically had to go on a tour of her own…

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A soft, gentle breeze blew through the room, accompanied by a presence that loomed on the faraway horizon. Gleaming through the windows in the side of the building, the radiant rays of a descending sun shone through, illuminating the spotless office within, all the while warming the cheeks of the occupants there. All throughout the world, men and women alike sauntered through the doors leading out of their various offices, all except for one.

Easing aside the glass doors at the bottom of a building, a man waved his hand in the direction of a security camera, flashing a card in its general direction before returning it to the breast pocket of his onyx jacket.

One hand hung down along his right side, remaining there at most times, save for when a man or a woman passed him by. No one that sauntered out knew him by name, but nonetheless, his expression was soft, a soothing smile was upon his lips, and with a wave of his manicured hand, the man whose body was adorned by an onyx suit pressed a lone digit against the upward button on one of three sets of elevators.

Sleek, ironed out pants ran down the length of his legs, adjourned by a set of polished black shoes that made the faintest click wherever he walked. A jacket, equally dark, adorned his upper body, accompanied by a white silken shirt beneath and a tie of a spotlessly dark color. His jacket was closed, held together by a single button even as his feet tapped down against the gleaming wooden floorboards within the elevator; undoubtedly parquet, but it was a soothing touch.

The very top of the building was his destination, ascending higher into the land of clouds undisturbed, left alone by the people milling about on the lower floors. Up and up, the suit clad man traveled, taking but a moment to smoothen out the long, silky hair that cascaded down his back, easing aside one of the two bangs that clung to the sides of his face.

Unruly Ai had requested his presence specifically, but after the fact, not so much as a word had been exchanged between the two of them, save for a sudden and unexplained cancellation of his services. For anyone else, the dark haired man would have done nothing more than to send them an invoice based upon his cancellation fee, but for that man in particular… their families had history, history that prompted him to take matters into his own capable hands.

The case he had been hired to lead was simple, exceptionally so in a multitude of degrees. A partnership had been proposed, a deal had been discussed, and under the watchful eyes of Ai’s silver haired secretary, the duo had shook hands as a sign of good faith for the future ahead. However, before he could do much more than gather whatever resources he could find, their meeting had been canceled.

When at last the soft chime of the elevator rang through the small enclosure he was in, the dark haired lawyer allowed his eyelids to flutter up, fully expectant to see a squadron of security guards beyond the veil that was the metallic elevator doors. Yet, what greeted his eyes was nothing of the sort. An empty hallway lay before him, empty, save for a hand slumped out over a desk, along with what appeared to be a myriad of papers strewn across the ground.

Sauntering forth from the metallic canister that served as a modernized elevator, his pale eyes cautiously slid down upon the floor, raising a trimmed eyebrow at the sight of dozens of contracts from various small businesses around town. Up above however, past the myriad of papers that signified a company’s old procedures, was the source that had all but spilled them out across the wooden floorboards.

A woman, he duly noted, was splayed out across her desk, a cheek pressed down against the surface of the desk itself, whilst her right arm was what he had seen before; stretched out, halfway supporting herself on the back of the desk. Stepping up and above the papers themselves, the pale eyed, dark haired lawyer permitted himself a small smile, accompanied by a hand reaching down into his breast pocket in search of a handkerchief.

“Miss?” He began at first, gently speaking up in the hopes of rousing the woman before him from her slumber. However, regardless of how long he remained there, a polite distance away, his voice yielded no results.

With a soft, sullen sigh and a small smile upon his pale lips, his feet carried him closer, hovering above the desk with his right arm stretched out. In a mere moment, his index finger joined together with his thumb, pressing against it until…

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An audible thump, gentle yet focused into forcefulness, was accompanied by a strangled, sleepy moan. Through eyelids that were practically glued shut, Tenten moved to roll over in what should have been her bed, only to pause when her rear practically slid off of a soft, cushioned office chair. With a startled gasp, her eyes snapped wide awake, flinching back just in time to see an index finger pulling away from her forehead.

In a burst of speed that she herself was unaware that she possessed, Tenten leapt up onto her feet, fully expecting the ocean that was her paperwork to flood out across the desk once more. However, when her breathing came out as a ragged gasp, as her body stiffened and as her breasts, bra clad and tightly restrained by her shirt, paused their jiggling motion, her eyes were greeted by something else entirely.

“Ah, uhm… I was, you know, I didn’t-” Stammering through a series of words, the first thing to meet her eyes was the very same hand whose digits had flicked her forehead, outstretched with a soft, creamy white cloth held out in the palm of his hand.

Be it because of the radiant warmth that shone through her cheeks, or her own disbelief at having fallen asleep at work, Tenten reached a quivering hand out, accepting the handkerchief with as much grace as she could force herself to have. Slowly, as if to sully the cloud-like softness of the cloth, she brought it up to her luscious lips, patting away what was likely to be a strand of drool from the corner of her mouth.

“Is miss Mabui not in attendance today?” The man before her spoke in a tone so delicate and polite that Tenten practically froze where she stood. His expression was plain, curious to a genuine degree, but also polite, averting eye contact to spare her the indignity.

“Mabui, as well as Ai, are out of the office for this week. Did you have an appointment with him today?” She returned his question with one of her own, already dreading the thought of filling in for Ai with a man such as him.

“Where might they be?” Another question, spoken in much the same tone of voice, but with a far more discerning gaze within his pale eyes, devoid of pupils.

Tilting her head to the side, the brown haired secretary in training paused for the briefest moment, before speaking plainly. “They recently got married, so for this week, they’re out on a honeymoon trip and a vacation. Apparently their first few days off for years.”

For a fraction of a second, the brown haired woman could have sworn to have seen an ounce of surprise in the man’s expression, but only for that single fraction of a second. As quickly as his surprise had washed out across his face, it was replaced by a raised eyebrow, then, for the first time to the best of her knowledge, a soft sigh spilled forth from his thin lips.

“So that was why… yes, we did have an appointment today, but he canceled it at the last minute. Normally, this would incur a cancelation fee, but…” Twisting his expression into something that almost resembled a scowl, the unnamed man before her shook his head instead. “Thank you for your honesty.”

The moment the gratitude had spilled forth from his lips, his feet turned around on the spot, preparing to leave back down the way he had arrived from. However…

“H-hey, uh. What’s your name?” Biting down on her tongue, Tenten’s cheeks burned brighter still, a radiant flush spreading out across the entirety of her face, even as the unnamed, suit clad man turned his head to the side.

From where he stood, the suit clad man paused, looking over the woman whose face had previously been pressed down against the surface of her desk. Despite the rather unfortunate situation he had stumbled across her in, fast asleep atop her own desk with more than a full day’s work strewn about the place, her attire was of the more official sort; along with a ladylike posture, blushing aside.

His pale eyes looked her over in her entirety once, swiping down past her chest, along the feminine curvature of her waist, before returning up towards her face. However long he had remained in place was nothing when compared to the sheer eternity that had gone by within Tenten’s mind; a millennia could have gone by for all she knew, doing naught more than keeping her breath steady.

“Neji, of the Hyuga.” He replied at last, a level tone of voice, almost emotionless as he awaited something, anything other than what he would receive in actuality.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Neji!” Tenten chirped from where she stood, a broad smile upon her lips despite the bead of sweat that had begun to roll down her face. “My name is Tenten, surname is… well, we can get to that.”

The moment she reopened her eyes, the brown haired secretary let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Before her, the man she now knew to be Neji Hyuga remained steadfast, unblinkingly staring back with the faintest twitching of an eyebrow. For the briefest moment, it felt as if she had missed the punchline of a joke that should have been clear as day, but despite her best efforts, the only name she could link up with the Hyuga was…

“You wouldn’t happen to be related to a Hinata Hyuga, would you?” The words slipped free from her mouth before she could silence herself. The only reason she knew of that name was due to an image she had received some time ago; an image of a naked woman, drenched in cum and sweat, sent her way by her bachelor playboy of a friend.

As soon as the words had left her lips, Neji’s expression darkened, his eyebrows furrowed, and in as cold of a voice as she had ever imagined, he spoke up once more. “That would be correct, but the question remains, how are you aware of Lady Hinata?”

“Oh, she’s acquainted with a friend of mine! I vaguely recall-” For the briefest moment, the visual of long indigo hair cascading down along a twitching, quivering body came to mind. “Well, they started talking about a really sweet girl that might come by to ask for some advice. My family runs a smithy on the side, I should say.”

Another brief pause overtook the duo there, with Neji contemplating the little nugget of information he had been provided with. Absentmindedly, a manicured hand moved up to pinch at his chin, drifting off into a state of immeasurable focus. However, no more than a few feet to the side, Tenten inwardly cursed her social awkwardness, making a mental note to berate Shikamaru Nara for sharing his voluptuous findings at a bar.

“I believe I understand the situation then.” Neji began at last, causing Tenten’s attention to snap back to the matter at hand. “Would it be presumptuous of me to invite you elsewhere tonight? Somewhere more private, appropriate for a chat?”

Furrowing her eyebrows for a moment, Tenten’s brown eyes squinted, warily looking around the state she had left the office in. Based solely on the stacks of papers, she would be there for at least another hour, if not even longer than that, but…

“I can probably finish up here in an hour or so. Pick me up at eight?” Receiving a silent nod from across the desk, Tenten hurriedly scribbled down her address and phone number on a slip of paper, handing it off to the man before her. In her hurry, he had procured a business card from who knew where, exchanging information just like that.

“There’s a restaurant not far from there,” he mumbled, for the first time lighting up beyond the almost robotic expression he had worn so far. “Sushi works for you?” Turning his head to regard her again, Neji’s thin lips split up into a very faint smile when Tenten nodded her head in response.

Once their little meeting had been scheduled, Neji Hyuga whirled around on his heels, sauntering off in the direction of the elevators at the opposite end of the top floor. For Tenten however, her body remained rigid, her breath shallow, and as the gentle click of a door being pushed open reached her ears, she at last dared to peek down at the card held still in her trembling hands.

Neji Hyuga, State Lawyer.

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“Seriously, why did you have to tell me about that girl?!” A gentle whoosh signaled her message being sent, along with a weary breath of air being blown out from pursed, plump lips.

Faint creaks echoed from within the mattress as she all but threw herself down onto her back, already reminiscing about the goings on of the day that far. At the end of the day, two hours after her untimely meeting, the brown haired secretary had finished up all of the paperwork that remained, sifting through it all with a newfound drive. It had to work out, somehow.

Months prior, her old childhood friend and college classmate had sent her a picture of something that hadn’t left her mind, even to that day. A gorgeous, curvaceous woman whose pale skin all but radiated in the gentle moonlight that peered through what could only have been silken drapes. Her indigo colored hair had been strewn about the bed, but most notable of all, as her mind wandered back, had been the angle of the picture.

Scrolling through the recently added files in their history, her breath was all but snatched free from her lungs as she gazed upon the image once more. Pale, creamy thighs had been spread apart, faint bruises could be seen upon her porcelain colored skin, and as the one that took the picture undoubtedly enjoyed themselves, a river of sperm flooded out from the woman’s exposed snatch.

A soft ding echoed throughout her bedroom, accompanied by a faint buzz as a new message came through.

“Don’t pretend not to love it,” was the only reply she received, followed by Tenten practically glaring at the screen. “So, what’s the deal? Think you’ll get some tonight?” Another message followed quickly, causing Tenten’s cheeks to burn bright red once more.

She had never viewed herself as the type of girl to throw herself at anything with a cock between its legs, but now, that thought lingered within the brunette’s mind. Was that why she had fumbled with her pen as she scribbled down a name and number for her date to reach out to? Tenten herself did not know, but the bachelor on the other end of the line most certainly did.

“Do I have a shot with a Hyuga? Be honest.” Tapping away at the screen softly, Tenten paused for the briefest moment, unsure if she even wanted an answer like that from Shikamaru Nara; the biggest sex addict she had ever heard of. Eventually however, her thumb pressed down upon the send button.

Pushing herself up from the soft cushioned mattress atop her bed, Tenten’s brown eyes once again swiped through the exposed wardrobe before her, asking herself the eternal question. Should she wear a dress? A skirt and a blouse? Pants, perhaps?

Neji himself had referred to it as a more appropriate place to chat, which Shikamaru had deduced to mean a casual date. The Hyuga as a whole were traditional, easily one of the oldest families in town, but also the type of family that adhered strictly to every social norm that might have ever been.

Another ding reverberated throughout the room, but when the brown haired woman peered down at the screen, her eyebrows did little more than furrow themselves together.

“Neji can’t handle liquor, at all. A droplet makes him tipsy.” So far, Tenten hadn’t mentioned the man’s first name, nor had she intended to confide in her sex addicted friend for relief after her date that night. No, someone else was on his phone then and there.

Acting out on reflex alone, Tenten’s fingers began to type up a more formal response, almost as if a thief had run off with her friend’s phone to listen in on their conversation. However, even as her thumb hovered over the send button, another thought entered her mind altogether.

A thought that was rewarded by a sight she truly had not needed to see.

In the blink of an eye, unprompted by the brunette, another picture was uploaded to their message log. Long indigo hair, large, voluptuous breasts capped with bright pink nipples, and a facial so thick that only her left eye could open itself; the right was covered in streaks of Shikamaru’s cum, with the man himself no doubt an inch away from the girl in question.

“Be polite, but not excessive. Flirtatious, but not seductive. If he accepted your proposal, he’s interested!” Adding a little smiley face after her text, the woman whose face was sprayed down by Shikamaru’s cum left a waving emoji in the chat, leaving the selfie of her on full display, either uncaring or extremely aroused by the thought of being seen in such an unladylike manner.

“She’s kinda into you getting down with Neji.” The reply that followed however, broke Tenten free from the daze left in the wake of a facialized Hinata Hyuga. Again, the thought to question exactly how the two were going at it came to mind, but unlike before, her fingers didn’t so much as twitch.

The difference between Shikamaru and Hinata’s mannerisms was almost comical, but nonetheless, the brunette’s eyes swiped out across the message below the picture she so desperately tried not to ogle. To be polite had been her intention all along, but the point she paused at the most was the final reminder.

If he accepted her proposal, he’d be interested? Was the wry, barely noticeable smile that graced the Hyuga lawyer’s face how he showed interest?

Pushing herself out of her bed with a soft shake of her head, Tenten hastily locked her phone, dropping it down upon the soft mattress of her bed. From the moment the Hyuga had sauntered out of her office, the main thought on Tenten’s mind had been simple, yet undoubtedly delicate as well. What would she wear for a semi-casual date?

Reaching up towards the apex of her chest, directly below her neck, nimble fingers set about the task of undoing the buttons holding the silken garment closed. One button at a time, her work attire was slowly released, revealing the pale, unblemished skin beneath even as she undid the buttons around her breasts. Wearing a bra to work would have been visible through her shirt, and as far as she could tell, no one had noticed whether or not she wore one. Save for Mabui, perhaps, but the silver haired secretary hadn’t brought it up during their time together.

Tugging the silken garment out from the waistband of her dark grey skirt, Tenten let loose a soft sigh of relief; a small smile adorning her plump lips as her breasts were put on display.

She herself was by no means as well endowed as some of her classmates in college, nor could she ever compete against the Hyuga whose face was plastered with cum in Shikamaru’s- or perhaps her own apartment. However, somewhere in the back of her head, the brunette was more satisfied with her own size than jealous of those around her. Whenever a moment of spare time had been found, she would be by her parents’ forge, hammering away at a molten slab of steel, or chipping away at an ornate knife, inscribing whatever her clients desired.

Somewhere in the back of her head, the thought of a woman as curvaceous as Hinata in the protective gear found in a blacksmith shop made her small smile broaden into a toothy grin. The moment her thin fingers finished unbuttoning her shirt, they fell down to the clasp holding her skirt in place, undoing it in seconds as her thighs, and the onyx panties she wore beneath, came into view.

Again, her thoughts swirled at the pointers she had received. To be polite was both a social norm, but also a manner of dressing. Walking through the doors of a restaurant to meet a man whose entire life revolved around propriety, clad in naught more than jeans and a singlet, may very well offend him. With that thought firmly planted within her mind, Tenten set aside her jeans, as well as a majority of her shorts. Wearing booty shorts was perhaps a bit too flirtatious.

Leaning forward where she stood, her thumbs hooked themselves into the waistband of her panties, a black thong that left nothing to the imagination, albeit as she eased it down along her smooth, creamy thighs, a shudder did course up along her spine. The options that remained for her attire were slim, and be it for better or worse, the mental image of a naked Hinata had spurred her mind on in ways that it shouldn’t have.

Striding through the carpeted space that was her bedroom, Tenten’s hands reached up and out to ease the divider of her closet aside. Her mind was made up, and with a grin that twisted into that of a nightmarish devil, her fingers fell down upon the drawer set aside for… special occasions.

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Ding~

A soft chime echoed throughout the hallway that made up a majority of most downtown apartments, bouncing off of the walls as the pale thumb that pressed its trigger receded. Regardless of what had been said in regards to the nature of their meeting, the phrase casual did not exist within the man whose feet resided upon the doorstep of Tenten’s home.

Darkness had befallen the world, shrouding the streets in a malleable wave of shadows that brought with it a wave of refreshing air in the midst of the warmest summer in years. Wherever one turned their eyes during the day, every patch of shade was occupied by those that couldn’t allow themselves to stay inside, and for those businesses that lacked the power of air conditioning, the workers relied on electric fans to keep cool.

Holding his ground outside of the doorway, a few steps away to avoid receiving it against the side of his face, Neji Hyuga was the definition of awkwardly casual. His hands were pocketed, buried inside of the pockets of his onyx, freshly ironed pants, though the only thing that differentiated his current outfit from the one he had worn that day was the lack of a jacket. Instead, his white silk shirt was put on display, clinging to the muscles along his forearms and chest, while still being loose enough as to not cause anyone any discomfort.

In the spirit of appearing relaxed however, the ever stoic lawyer had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing an ounce of his chest, along with the leather straps of a necklace that disappeared beneath it.

Peeking down upon the note with an address and a phone number scribbled down upon it, held within the palm of his right hand, Neji Hyuga’s pale eyes swiveled left and right, pondering whether or not he had been set up.

Although, as quickly as that thought coursed through his mind, the oaken door before him made a soft click, accompanied by the door handle being pulled down. With a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, Neji Hyuga paused, froze, and eventually allowed himself to relax; releasing the breath of air as his date stepped forth through the now open doorway.

Whatever the Hyuga had expected was quickly thrown out of his head as his eyes roamed up, then down, then back up towards the brunette’s face. Long, smooth legs were put on display for his eyes to lavish in, reaching up towards the middle of her thighs where a darkly colored, burgunder skirt hid her thighs away. Its frills made for a rather pleasant sight, but before he could allow himself to be caught staring, his pale orbs moved higher still.

A white, traditional shirt adorned her top, held together by a burgunder seam that ascended up along the right side of her stomach, up and up until it swished diagonally across her chest, ending right where the material of her top split up into a loose collar. Briefly, the Hyuga noted that a set of straws were knitted into the diagonal line that went across her chest.

However, even as his eyes ascended higher, the breath within his lungs was all but knocked away when their eyes connected at last; brown, conscious eyes shying away from his pale, inquisitive ones. Atop her head, her silky brown hair had been tied up into two buns; a style the Hyuga appreciated greatly, albeit silently.

“Good evening,” Neji began, a strict tone to his voice, almost strained, though Tenten herself overlooked that in favor of hungrily eyeing him up in turn. “Are you ready to head out?”

Nodding her head silently, Tenten blinked twice, taking note of how the Hyuga raised his right arm for her to grab hold of; an action she did, hesitant at first, wrapping her lithe hands around his surprisingly strong forearm.

Stepping down a stone step onto the stone brick pathway leading out onto the pavement beyond her apartment, Tenten’s skirt billowed and swayed with her every step, once again drawing Neji’s attention towards it. However, from his position a few inches above his date, his eyes were instantly drawn towards the curvature of her chest; down to where it faintly jiggled with her every step.

With a heavy, audible gulp, he averted his eyes just in time to avoid being caught. Between their current location and the restaurant they were headed towards, it would take them roughly four minutes at a normal pace, perhaps a minute more if they took their time. A local sushi establishment, founded in town, and one that Neji himself frequently paid a visit to whenever his clients were in the area.

From the angle of his date however, Tenten was nothing if not a bundle of nerves. Whether it was because of the advice she received, or the mental image of her in Hinata’s place, she had foregone any and all underwear, leaving her core exposed to the subtle breeze that followed the downfall of the darkness. Whenever an updraft blew through the streets, her cheeks burned brighter still, though luckily enough, her date was as oblivious about her state as he was about the word casual.

Beneath her top, her budding breasts were in much the same state. Left exposed and unprotected to the rustling of cloth against her nipples, causing them to stand out all the more as if to seek the exposure she had been a part of before. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the brunette silently cursed her friend for choosing an exhibitionist as a partner that day, despite the rather invaluable advice she had received in turn.

Advice in return for exposure, she sullenly noted. Because of that, she had received the advice needed to not follow an online guide in terms of how to date a lawyer, but because of it, her womanhood wept, trickling out its arousal as her brown eyes swiveled down towards the tight onyx pants that enveloped her date’s legs.

The final reminder she had received from the Hyuga, a message she shouldn’t have looked up whatsoever until their date was over, was the one that now plagued her mind forever more.

Her date for the night, in the words of his sister and Shikamaru’s current plaything, was hung.
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