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Pale Eyes on Purple Shades	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 21282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pale Eyes on Purple Shades
- 2-II
- 1
- 2
II

Soft, cheerful chirping resounded through a partially open window. Beams of sunlight filtered through, basking an organised bedroom in the radiant, soothing rays of the morning sun. Yet, amongst the birdsong from beyond the window, a soft, feminine grunt spilled forth from pink, plump lips, accompanied a moment later by the sound of cloth shifting around as one of the two within the bed awoke from their slumber.

Pressing her eyelids shut, Hanabi Hyuga rolled over onto her side, a soft moan spilling forth from her lips in the process. Her muscles ached, her body felt sticky, and even as she awoke, with only a blanket draped across her legs and stomach, her eyes remained shut.

Snuggling up in her and her boyfriend’s bed, a small smile stretched itself along her lips as her mind whirled with the remaining delight from the evening beforehand, a small droplet of drool trickling down the side of her mouth in the process. It had been a long, arduous night, filled to the brim in more ways than one. They had tried everything, from a traditional missionary position to the more spontaneous cowgirl, but alas, it hadn’t been until her feet had been on the windowsill that Hanabi had felt her boyfriend cum; filling her womb to the brim and beyond with his scaldingly hot sperm.

The simple thought, from where she lay, was more than enough to force a mewling moan free from her lips. Twice, thrice… four times in the first hour, he had finished inside of her. Always filling her womb to the brim, always cumming inside as if she were his breeding bitch.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, a dainty hand slid down along her toned stomach, down past the slightly bloated belly where all of her boyfriend’s cum resided, down until her digits slid along the slightly bruised folds of her womanhood. Calling it anything but euphoric would warrant a spanking, one she would happily receive a dozen times a day, if she so desired it.

It had been ecstatic, through and through. Her clothing was strewn all throughout the room, her yellow yukata was flung somewhere over the couch, and, as her eyes at long last fluttered up, a faint flush crept up along her cheeks as she caught sight of her cum drenched panties on the windowsill. Somewhere in the back of her head, she could already imagine the mortification on her sister’s face if she knew just how hard Hanabi had been fucked that night, but simultaneously, a single thought pondered the possibility of letting her sister in on her little secret.

“Morning, ‘maru~” she muttered out drowsily, her eyes half lidded and her breathing husky, but nonetheless, the hand that had once crept down towards her groin instead moved up along her boyfriend’s naked thigh.

Instead of replying however, the brown haired shinobi merely rolled around, pulling the covers further up along his exposed form even as it left Hanabi completely exposed.

Creamy, smooth skin as pale as porcelain adorned the entirety of her frame, from head to toe, then back up along the slightest gap between her thighs. Years of training had borne fruit at long last, granting the Hyuga a full form of tight, toned muscles that somehow blended in near perfectly with the smoothness of her skin, making it near impossible to tell whether or not she had the strength to back up her position as a Jonin.

Shaking her head where she lay, Hanabi once again rolled over onto her back, wincing faintly as her bruised pussy ached beneath her own lazy ministrations, practically pleading for one of her fingers to touch it.

Wanting naught more than to please herself, and to relieve the sense of tension that had built within her slender form in the time she had been asleep, her hands once more roamed down along the length of her form; one hand settling down at the apex of her thighs, while the other remained up by her chest. Just like that, she would remain for a great deal of time, eyes lidded, a soft gasp spilling forth from her lips on occasion, whilst her mind would whirl with the various things that remained to be done.

By her own count, she still had two days left to rest up, and even then, she would likely receive a debriefing about which missions were in the most pressing. Trailing a single digit along the bundle of nerves atop her womanhood, Hanabi’s breath came out in a shallow whimper; her eyes practically rolling up into the back of her head from the sheer bliss of the single touch.

The first matter on her list was a handful of errands, some of which had been pushed aside for far too long already. Although the graveyard of Konoha had been all but obliterated many years ago, the memorial stone by one of the training grounds remained in place, etched with the names of the fallen heroes of the fourth war.

Pressing her teeth down into her bottom lip, Hanabi suppressed another mewling moan as her fingers dipped down to the apex of her thighs, sliding two fingers cleanly through her folds and into the depths of her slit.

It was immoral and wrong, to touch herself and bask in the soreness of a proper pounding while contemplating which flowers to pick up for a visit to the memorial stone, but nonetheless, her fingers began to piston back and forth. The youngest Hyuga could practically feel the cum within her pussy, and as her nails scraped up against her walls, a slow trickle of spongy sperm began to seep forth from her entrance anew.

Konohamaru had filled her to the brim, of that, there was no doubt. Had it not been a safe day for her, the youngest Hyuga would have likely been pregnant already, although, somewhere in the back of her head, the faint thought of springing those particular news upon her father brought a smile to her lips.

The moment that thought entered her mind however, her restraint was shattered. A deep, outdrawn moan spilled forth from her luscious, pink lips, and with a faster pace than ever before, her fingers hammered away at her hypersensitive pussy, bringing with it a splash of liquid that already soaked through the bedsheets.

Panting, heaving and simply laying still, a thin layer of sweat adorned her toned form from head to toe, bathing her in a light of serenity…

“You really don’t know how not to touch, do you?” At least, until a deep, masculine voice boomed from her side, followed by a soft chuckle that caused the Hyuga’s eyes to snap wide awake.

No more than a few inches to her right, Konohamaru Sarutobi’s eyes twinkled with mirth, feasting upon the sight that lay beside him even as Hanabi withdrew her soaked fingers from the depths of her snatch. The covers had been all but thrown aside, though whether that had been done by her, or if he had pushed them aside on his own, the pale eyed woman would never know. What little she knew however, as her eyes trailed down along the length of her boyfriend’s abdomen, was that a certain someone had enjoyed the show they had woken up to.

“It’s not my fault you pulled out when we went to bed,” Hanabi grumbled back, the hand by her groin continuing its ministrations. “If you had let me sleep with you inside, we could have just started up again!”

Across from her, she could practically see her boyfriend sweat at her response, but that alone simply made her smile. More often than not, her demands and requests would be somewhat unreasonable, but nonetheless, the two of them had tried out more than one such request; sleeping naked with him inside of her from evening till morning was not one such thing however.

“We can resume tonight?” Seeing that there was no headway to be made, Konohamaru immediately latched onto a separate topic, allowing his right hand to reach up to trail his fingers along his girlfriend’s spotless stomach.

Tipping her head back down onto her pillow, the Hyuga pondered his suggestion for the briefest moment; a soft moan spilling forth from her lips as the hand that had roamed her stomach reached up to cup one of her breasts.

“Fine, but only if you promise to be extra rough!” As quickly as the words left her lips, the hand atop her chest squeezed down, molesting Hanabi Hyuga’s right breast where they lay.

Even as the two of them planned out their potential evening together, neither party stopped chatting. Whether it was about what they would have to do that day, or when their respective leaves ran out, everything was discussed. The two even had a minor conversation about the events of the night before, chuckling to themselves as they pondered which one of their neighbors had been annoyed at their frantic lovemaking.

Before long, the conversation turned more so towards breakfast, and with it, as the clock ticked ever closer towards noon, the lovers rolled out of bed. Konohamaru was fine by himself, simply getting dressed then and there, for Hanabi however…

… as quickly as she stood up, the ache and soreness she had overlooked in bed washed across her in a powerful wave, staggering her forward with an almost gravitational effect. Within her womb, she could practically feel the abundance of her boyfriend’s cum sloshing around, filling her to the brim and beyond brought with it a strange sensation as she walked, almost akin to carrying a bowl of water with her whenever she tried to saunter forth.

“What do you want for breakfast?” A call came forth from the kitchen, drawing her gaze back to the world at large.

Shaking her head softly, Hanabi ignored the soothing warmth within her stomach, opting instead to saunter out into the kitchen to join her boyfriend for a morning treat.

From the moment she set foot within their small living room with a kitchenette at its side, Konohamaru never stopped bickering about one thing or the other, be it about her lack of clothes or the fact that the windows were uncovered.

A handful of eggs had been cracked open, sizzling away atop a frying pan on the opposite end of the room from where the Hyuga settled down; a cold shiver coursing down her spine as her bruised pussy brushed up against the wooden stool. Her plans for the day were laid bare before her lover.

The first matter on her list of things to do would likely be to drop by the Hyuga Clan compound. She had intended to stay the night there, but alas, her attention had been drawn elsewhere…

Shaking her head however, there was no doubt in Hanabi’s mind that her father would be upset by her absence. With her sister married to the current Hokage, her father’s persistence in regards to her own marriage had skyrocketed, so a mere mention of who she spent her afternoon with would work wonders in regards to her father’s hunger for grandchildren.

Just like that, the morning passed them by, transitioning into the earliest stages of the afternoon before Hanabi herself had so much as managed to get dressed. Her clothes had been flung haphazardly throughout the room in their craze, and even as she stood before the entrance to her boyfriend’s apartment, the Hyuga flashed the man behind her a brief, flirtatious smile.

“Hold onto them until tonight, Maru?”

Without waiting for her boyfriend to reply, Hanabi sauntered out through the entrance to his apartment, swaying her lithe hips as she wandered away, leaving a flustered man in place with a pair of almost transparent panties held in his hands.

---

Konohagakure, a village hidden away in the midst of the Nation of Fire. In the years since the great war, the village had prospered, it had grown, and ever since the appointment of the current Hokage, the era of peace was at its zenith. Wherever one turned their eyes and ears, laughter could be heard, the smiling faces of the citizens of Konoha could be seen, and no matter how much time one spent wandering the streets, nary a soul could be found in disbelief or grief.

Weaving through the gathered crowds in the bustling Konoha marketplace, Hanabi Hyuga peered up into the skies, a dainty hand pressed against her forehead to block the radiant rays of sunlight that shone down upon the world.

From the evening and late into the night, her breath had come out as ragged gasps, heaving and panting in place atop their double bed; her fingers clutching the silken bed sheets beneath her as her lover ravaged her nethers, time and time again. With a faint smile, the Hyuga couldn’t help but ponder what might have happened if their leave hadn’t ended that day. Would the two of them chance to stay in bed longer? If naught else, at least their neighbors would be out and about during the day…

Feeling the small smile upon her lips stretch into something wider, something far less innocent, Hanabi lightly shook her head, returning her mind to the list of errands she had left to do for the day.

The first point on her list had been to pay her father a visit; an errand most perilous, considering the fact that she had abstained from a family dinner in favor of… well, her father had assumed as much, but nonetheless, the man that still governed the Hyuga Clan had made a threat to deploy the entirety of the clan for a manhunt should she abstain one more time.

As much as Hanabi herself recognized her father’s jovial tone, some small part of her cautious mind was reminded that her father very much had the zealous power to make any such threat a reality.

Briefly, rather absentmindedly, the Hyuga heiress contemplated whether or not it would be simpler to bring her boyfriend to the compound for a night. Although, almost as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she shook her head one more time. The last thing she would want was to stifle her cries in her own home. She hadn’t bothered to quiet down in her boyfriend’s apartment, after all.

Casting her pale eyes back down upon the list of errands for her to run, a list that was stowed away within the right sleeve of her yukata, only two points remained. The visit to the Hyuga Clan compound had been the most time consuming one, and the one she had enjoyed the most, but what remained was of a far more somber stature.

Any high ranked mission would demand a certain amount of leave afterwards, be it a few days or a few weeks, it all depended on the contents of the mission itself. In her case, after almost a full week off, she was required to meet up with the Hokage for a quick debriefing. Afterwards, if it was deemed necessary, there would be a medical checkup, but as far as she could tell, there would be no need for that.

The only point that remained upon her list was something she had pushed aside for the past week already, and from a technical standpoint, it was something that had likely been taken care of in her absence; a visit to the Konohagakure cemetery.

No matter how much time passed, the simple truth of the matter remained. They could live on in peace because there were others that couldn’t. Her late brother was one such person, that simply could not live on in peace, despite the fact that they could.

Before long however, as she continued to wander down the well lit streets of Konoha’s metropolis, Hanabi Hyuga reached her destination at last. Even though everything else had grown and changed, the store before her remained the same, at least as far as she could recall.

Yamanaka Flowers, driven by the Yamanaka Clan for generations, still remained as a testimony to the passing of time. Gorgeous lilies decorated the entrance, rows upon rows of potted flowers were set up right outside the door, and as the youngest Hyuga pushed her way in through the entrance to the shop itself, the clear, liberating scent of lilacs and roses arose to welcome her inside.

The interior of the store was the only thing to have changed with the passing of time, but only in a single sense. It had grown, expanded in size, becoming almost a small store in and off of itself. A handful of flowers were arranged along the left and right walls, leaving the front half of the store to feature the dozens of flower seeds that could be bought, along with small, handwritten guidelines on how to properly treat each individual batch of seeds.

Anything from watering cans of various designs to flower pots lined the floor, along with a handful of tools that Hanabi herself hadn’t ever used. Although the training of the Hyuga Clan was controversial at times, gardening was not among the lessons she had learned as a child.

Nor was it something she would ever undertake on her own.

“I’ll be with you in a minute~” A woman’s voice rang out from the back of the shop, through a wide open doorway, behind a large wooden counter. “Just sorting through some stuff!”

Nodding her head to herself, Hanabi turned her back towards the counter before her, taking a moment to further inspect the main section of the store itself.

Along the left and right walls, looking in from the entrance to the shop, two rows of flower stands were set up, one dedicated to the jewels of Konoha, whilst the other side had an assortment of more exotic flowers, some of which were supposedly only found in Kumo. One such flower took on the shape of a rose, but, upon taking a step closer, Hanabi’s pale eyes lit up with bewildered wonder.

The color of the rose shifted, transforming from a transcendent white to a light cyan, then, as she stepped ever closer, its color once more changed into a deep cobalt. When Hanabi was but a step away from the stand, a brief jolt of electricity coursed across the rose, causing her head to flinch back, which once again returned the rose’s color to its light cyan shade.

“Shh! I’ll be right back, baby, just- No! Don’t put it on again, mommy will be back soon.”

Rapidly blinking her large, white eyes, Hanabi threw a strange, inquisitive glance towards the area behind the counter, through the open doorway into the depths of the storage room that hid there.

For the briefest moment, the temptation to activate her Byakugan flickered through within her mind, but, as quickly as the temptation arose, her curiosity was dampened. There was a reason why a law had been voted through in the village, one that prohibited the use of Dojutsu in the midst of town. If anyone could do as they pleased, the technological advancements of the peaceful era would have instead been directed towards construction work; notably, the construction of protective walls.

Bursting through the entryway of the backroom, a tall, fair woman sauntered forth, her long, platinum blonde hair taking on a disheveled state with more than a dozen loose strands sticking up from her tightly wound ponytail. Ino Yamanaka was, without a doubt, one of the most charming women in Konoha, sought after by men and women alike, even after getting married many years before.

Clad in a deep purple top that did nothing to hide her bust, as well as a small skirt that only truly fell down to the middle of her thighs, the woman in question let out a wheeze; a dainty hand already on its way to straighten out some of the locks of hair that poked out.

“I’m very sorry for the wait~” She all but sang out, a melodic tone to her voice that took even Hanabi’s breath away. “Whatever could I get for you today, Hanabi?” However, as soon as her bright cyan eyes caught sight of her guest, her expression brightened.

With the sounds from before almost all but forgotten, Hanabi brought up the matter of why she was there, describing what she needed, while also taking note of how the woman before her was dressed. Could she pull off such a look, leaving that much of herself exposed on a daily basis…? Or rather, would she survive a day as a Hyuga, dressed like-

“I… don’t think I have anything in stock right now. We supplied a major client just yesterday, but...” the Yamanaka took on a near apologetic look, gently biting her pink, plump bottom lip as her cyan eyes scoured through the registry of what they had on stock. “I should receive another load today, if you could wait?”

Tilting her head to the side, Hanabi took but a moment to consider her options. The official reason why the Hyuga Clan remained the patrons of the Yamanaka was to further support the growth of the village, and to fully support a local provider, however… for Hanabi herself, she simply didn’t care enough to look for other botanists. There were others, but she already disliked going out of her way for an errand.

“Sure thing, I’ll come by another time.” With a slight shrug of her shoulders, and a small smile, the two agreed on a time for her to return.

Quick, concise, and to the point, that was how the conversation went between the two of them. Hanabi didn’t have the relationship to the buxom blonde that her sister might have, but nonetheless, she took as much time as she deemed appropriate, holding the blonde in place for a few minutes more before at long last taking her leave.

The moment she spun around, it was as if the blonde had remembered something important, ducking back through the doorway leading into the back rooms with more fervor than anything else, disappearing from view in an instant.

Right as Hanabi’s feet brushed up against the entrance to the flower shop, her head spun around, her pearly white teeth bit down into her bottom lip, and with as much subterfuge as she possessed, the veins around her eyes grew thrice as pronounced.

Peering through the grey hue that was the Byakugan’s sight, her gaze traveled through the heavy countertop, through the thin walls that separated the back rooms from the front of the shop, and downward ever more until she saw what was hidden from sight. In the very back of the store, past a dozen shelves and storage crates, a figure could be seen, laying down, with more than a dozen chakra signals flaring to life. On top of it however, squatted down atop the figure’s hips, a larger, curvaceous form reached her eyes, and with it, as Hanabi’s pale eyes grew wide, so too did the smile along her lips.

Ino Yamanaka, the femme fatale of Konohagakure, was happily bouncing away atop a younger man. Somewhere in the back of her head, the figure beneath her was almost certainly not the blonde’s husband. Its form was too small, too prone, and far too complacent.

From where she stood, peering through a veil of grey, Hanabi raised a well kept eyebrow as her enhanced sight latched itself onto the figures in the back of the shop. As quickly as she had deemed the blonde proprioress to be in control of the encounter, the shorter figure beneath her brought his hands up, clashing down against the blonde’s rear with enough force to let even Hanabi hear it.

It wasn’t until that audible clap echoed throughout the establishment that Hanabi herself snapped back to reality, rapidly blinking her eyes in a vain attempt to free herself from the mesmerizing sight. The mere sight was enough to make her bite her bottom lip, shifting her weight around just in time for another audible slap to echo through the room.

With a visible shake of her head, and a breathless sigh that she herself couldn’t explain, Hanabi spun around on the balls of her feet, forcing her way through the doorway as a far too audible groan reverberated through the air…

The moment the crisp afternoon air washed across her form, the youngest Hyuga quivered in place; a soft moan spilling forth from her lips before she could muffle it. Between her legs, hidden from view by the fluttering, dark red hakama she wore, her pussy wept, drenching her thighs in mere moments, her juices trickling down her long legs.

Should she report it…? The thought fluttered through her mind, before promptly being whisked away by another, darker thought. No… if nothing else, she would keep it to herself; that, along with the knowledge that the platinum blonde heir had been with a certain someone.

Furrowing her eyebrows where she stood, the final proper point on her list of things to do that day resurfaced, and with it, the thought that appeared in the back of her head returned as well.

---

The Hokage Tower was, by all intents and purposes, the centermost point of the village. Be it a merchant, a traveling musician, or a shinobi on a diplomatic mission, anyone that sought to stay in the village had to come through the Tower at one point in time.

From the lobby to the upper floors, the seat of power within Konoha had both changed and remained the same, in a multitude of ways. Externally, the building appeared almost identical to its original design, with a large, open dome at the pinnacle, guarded by several tall stone arches. Gazing upon it from the outside, with the Hokage monument behind it, was a marvel that many villagers, old and young alike, would gaze upon with admiration.

Internally however, once one stepped through the glass double doors that served as its entrance, the building could not be any more different.

A reception area had been constructed, spanning the first two floors with escalators going up and down on both the East and West wing. In the center of the first floor, several attendants manned the mission boards, handling the registration of new missions, as well as granting a bit of insight into each individual assignment. Be it the many D-rank missions that would pop up as people went about their days, or the more infamous A-rank missions that were scarcer to see, the attendants there would know most things.

Of course, even then, an assigned mission would always go through the Hokage’s personal office in some form.

The second floor of the Hokage Tower was as much of a lounge as it was a connecting hallway for the various other sections of the tower. Following through the East wing would inevitably lead one towards the old library of Konohagakure, residing within a mostly closed off cave that had been excavated many years prior. Off through the West wing, the offices belonging to the Hokage’s aides, as well as several meeting rooms could be found.

Yet, as her geta clad feet sauntered through the hallways of the third floor, a curious, flickering gaze peered through the windows that lined the outer wall. The woman in the reception hall had informed her that the Hokage was currently unavailable, having seen him walking out no more than a few minutes beforehand.

She had been dissuasive, attempting to stall the Hyuga from making her way into the elevator behind the reception area, but alas, with a dismissive wave of her hand, Hanabi had sauntered through regardless. If push came to shove, she would just relax in the office until her brother-in-law returned.

As she made her way into the elevator, the Hyuga could practically feel the dissatisfied glare that was sent into her back, but alas, she had been disturbed no longer. By that point in time, her persistence was practically legendary after all. A contrast to her prim and proper sister, as she had been told innumerable times through the years.

The journey up along the elevator was, by all means, bland. From the moment her finger caressed the third floor button to the moment where the rumbling of the engine above her head began, the only thing to course through her head was whether or not she should report in the incident with the Yamanaka Clan Head. On one hand, the woman in question was a friend… on the other, the woman in question was married to a man taller than she was, so whoever it was beneath her in the backroom, it wasn’t her husband.

Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, Hanabi’s mind whirled and whirled, spinning a web of deceit as to how she would have figured it out without any visible repercussions. After all, no trained shinobi would allow themselves to be spied upon, in their own home no less. So how had she, a woman in possession of an oddly convenient Dojutsu, accidentally managed to catch the woman in the act, through a wall?

Shaking her head, Hanabi forcibly cleared away the haze that had begun to settle within her mind. Somehow, somewhere, the thought of whether or not it had been her son had snuck inside of her reasoning, bringing up another rabbit hole in its entirety; save for Ino’s lower holes acting as such.

Through the grey hue of the Byakugan, she had caught sight of something abnormally long-

With another forceful shake of her head, Hanabi snapped her eyes wide awake, staring out into the opened steel doors of the elevator; out into the empty hallway beyond.

Casting a quick glance up at the indicator above the doors, the number 3 was highlighted, and with it, a wry smile spread across her lips. Had anyone been outside of the doors when they had slid apart, there was no doubt in her mind that they would have walked in on a lecherous, half drooling grin.

Whether it was on instinct or of her own accord, Hanabi stepped out of the elevator, watching its thick, metallic doors slide shut even as she set off down the length of the curved hallway leading to the one and only office on the floor.

On her part, the sooner she could be done with her report, the sooner she could return home, either to the Hyuga estate, or, she could return to her boyfriend’s bed.

As her legs carried her onwards, the mere thought of that was more than enough to enkindle the arousal that had started seeping down the length of her legs. A good, long day in bed, doing naught more than offer herself to him, fully, followed by-

Out of nowhere, an audible thump echoed through the hallways leading up to the Hokage’s office, quickly followed by the sound of what had to be a stack of papers falling down from a desk. Even as another thud rumbled through the hallway, Hanabi Hyuga’s ears perked up, zeroing in on a distinct phrase not unlike a certain yellow haired Hokage.

Picking up her pace, it took her no more than a minute more to reach the singular door in the area, heaving in a deep breath of air, straightening up her hakama in a vain attempt to hide her rampant arousal, before lightly knocking her knuckles against the heavy oak door.

“I’m coming in~”

Pausing for the briefest moment, Hanabi Hyuga slipped her hand down upon the knob of the door, easing it inward as she set foot within the Hokage’s office…

… only for her eyes to be met by a sight she hadn’t expected.

Papers, dozens, if not hundreds of papers, scrolls and regal parchments lay strewn about the floor around the left side of the central desk in the room, appearing more as trash than valued documents. On the right side of the desk, around and behind the computer that was set up for the Hokage’s personal use, another five stacks as tall as the computer itself rose up, yet, in the center of the desk, behind the papers that threatened to keep him there for another month, the man himself was seated.

Naruto Uzumaki remained there, seated, eyes wide and unblinking, even as his visitor pushed her way through the door. “Hanabi! What are you-” He began, pausing in the midst as his eyes took on a distant look. “You weren’t informed?”

“I was, but you were here anyway, so why not take a break from all of that to have some fun?”

A dry chuckle slipped through his lips, accompanied by a light shake of his head. The youngest Hyuga’s definition of fun could range from a thorough sparring session to running away with her sister’s clothing when the two went to the hot springs together. On more than one occasion, with Naruto on the other side of the thin divider, he had heard the light squeal of his wife as even her towel had been replaced by one that hardly covered her bountiful chest; much less so the entirety of her body.

“What can I do for you, Hana-” Sucking in a deep breath of air, Naruto eventually turned his head towards the younger Hyuga, folding his hands atop the keyboard he had tapped away at before.

Tilting her head to the side, Hanabi merely raised an eyebrow in his direction, wanting to question his behavior just as much as she wanted to get back to work. Focusing on the latter however, the two began to talk, slowly at first, simply laying out the reason behind her visit. She would return to active duty the day after, and as such, it was mandatory to report in, though she did remind him that it had been his idea for the two of them to hold their meeting that day.

Hearing her stark reminder, there was naught more the man before her could do than rub the back of his head, a wavy grin adorning his lips even as he fumbled with his words.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” Stepping closer to the desk, Hanabi motioned to walk around the right side of the desk, walking to the left with her hand raised towards Naruto’s forehead. “Here, let me-”

“A-ahhhh! No, no, everything’s fine, yep, all good!” Yanking his hands up off of the desk, Naruto waved his palms in the Hyuga’s general direction; an audible thump echoing from beneath the desk.

Before Hanabi and Naruto’s wide open eyes, the stack of papers closest to the edge of the desk, tumbled to the side, falling over the edge slowly enough for the both of them to gawk, but not slowly enough for either one to react.

With a fluttering rush, what could only be hundreds of unstamped documents slid off of the desk, rushing down along the only clean part of the carpeted floor. However, even as Hanabi visibly flinched back, the blonde behind the desk could only roll his eyes up into the back of his head, shuddering where he sat.

“I can- yeah…” Heaving out a deep sigh, Naruto Uzumaki slowly shook his head, a soft smile cresting his features. “You’re dismissed, thank you.”

Blinking her eyes rapidly, Hanabi closed her mouth, glancing around for the briefest moment before reopening her mouth in an attempt to apologize. Yet, even then, nothing came out. From the left to the right, the floor was littered with hundreds, if not thousands of individual papers. To clean it all up alone would take him the rest of the evening…

“Are you sure you don’t want a hand? You look pretty tense-”

“No, really, it’s fine.” As quickly as his soft, almost silly smile had appeared, the sternness of a Kage returned in full force, dismissing her offer with a wave of his eternally bandaged hand.

“Okay…” peering down along the side of the desk, Hanabi furrowed her eyebrows in a silent question. “I’ll head out now then?”

Nodding his head in affirmation, Naruto’s gaze fell down upon the computer screen atop his desk; his nimble fingers lightly tapping the various keys to formulate what appeared to be a report of some sort. Although, even as she sauntered towards the doorway on the opposite side of the office, Hanabi couldn’t help but peek behind her back time and time again.

Pressing the palm of her hand against the doorway however, Hanabi made her way outside, lightly tipping her head down as she bid her brother-in-law farewell.

From start to finish, her encounter with the blonde Hokage had been even weirder than when she had caught sight of a wad of purple cloth, stained with a man’s cum, falling down upon the streets as a naked woman darted across the rooftops above. Nothing about it had been normal, nor had his expression been the same.

To her, Naruto had almost looked strained, exhausted, but also… satisfied?

Whether it was her instincts as a shinobi, or her genuine curiosity, the youngest Hyuga wandered up to the rows of windows that lined the leftmost side of the curved hallway, casting her pale eyes upon the oval office belonging to the Hokage. Yet, from more than a dozen feet away, peering through the intricate double layered glass around the Hokage’s office, the sight that met her eyes was not at all the one she had imagined.

Seated atop the desk, a pale woman leant down towards the man behind the heavy mahogany desk; her thin, delicate fingers caressing her lover’s shoulders and chest, even as Hanabi’s eyes were upon them.

Draped down the length of her naked back, a mane of long, indigo colored hair captured her attention, yet the longer she peeked at the two within the office, the more her breathing came out as shallow, heated huffs. Before her eyes, her sister leant down towards her husband’s face, pressing their lips together even as the blonde brought a hand up to cup the voluptuous breasts that hid beneath a violet striped sweater.

On her end, removed from the action between the two, something within her mind clicked. The blonde’s strained expression, his spontaneous, almost pleasant reactions, and even the tension that had seemingly washed away in the midst of their unofficial meeting.

Like a broken dam, a steady stream of liquid seeped down the length of her creamy thighs, audibly dripping down onto the carpeted floor as her self control burst.

Her legs quivered where she stood, her mouth was wide agape, and even as her eyes began to roll up into the back of her head, a haze, deep and thick, settled upon her fragile mind.

Where she stood was of little consequence, whoever might catch her in the act mattered even less, for then and there, the events of the day came crashing down upon her mind. From catching a woman in the act with a younger lover, to seemingly walking in on her sister pleasing her husband, to the oh so pleasant sensation of having her nethers teased and toyed with; anyone at all would do.

Be it the receptionists below; to crouch down behind the counter, to happily eat the women out before and after the change in shifts, to eagerly pull them along to the break rooms behind and beside the elevators.

Even before she herself had realized it, her legs had begun to move once more, carrying her off towards one of the third floor exits. Somewhere in the back of her head, the vague image of herself, on her knees behind the reception desk, made her knees quiver with her every step.

It wasn’t until a solid minute had passed; a small eternity to her arousal depraved mind, that the wind whipping up along her drenched, exposed thighs registered within her head.

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Beneath the radiant rays of sunlight above, soft, barely audible footsteps echoed down along the length of a wooden walkway, following along with the faint tapping of a set of fingers against a smooth bannister. Far above his head, the sun shone down upon the village as a whole, bringing with it the calming sound of a thousand chirping birds.

From the evening beforehand to the morning that day, his mind had spun; drowning in a cacophony of arousal starved demands and loud, unrestrained moans. Twice in the evening, thrice in the dead of the night, and a dozen more times than he could count thereafter. The couple had gone on, exhausting themselves and the springs of his mattress in the process.

Reaching a strong, calloused hand down into the pocket of his marine blue shinobi slacks, Konohamaru Sarutobi’s lips puckered together, letting loose a soft, joyous tune on his way back home.

No matter how many times he insisted on serving as an active shinobi for missions, his mentor and rival had long since persuaded him to take on occasional tasks as an assistant instructor; not for the Academy, but rather, as a team leader should the need arise. That very day, he had worked out a training regime for a female team, spending half his time pondering whether or not they would make it as shinobi.

Even on his way back from that, the brown haired man had wandered through the bustling streets of the Konoha metropolis, spending just as much of his time reminiscing as he did with a smile on his lips.

Him, the honored grandson of the third Hokage, had spent the entirety of the night plaguing his neighbors. There had yet to be any complaints, but somewhere along the line, he had no doubt that some would arise.

With his hand in the depths of his pocket, Konohamaru pulled up the key to the apartment, slowing down his sauntering steps an inch before the seagreen door leading into their apartment.

At the very least, the two of them had secured an apartment at the end of the complex, granting the rest of his neighbors some reprieve from their-

“Maru~” As quickly as the thought of reprieve had entered his mind, a heavy force crashed up against his side, knocking the wind free from his lungs whilst he himself stumbled over; careening down towards the wooden deck with a heavy thump.

From somewhere above his head, soft, feminine giggling resounded through the afternoon air, washing away the doubtful thoughts that might have lingered upon his mind from the day before. As his eyelids fluttered up, long, groomed eyelashes met his eyes, and with it, as Konohamaru opened his mouth to ask what the hell had gone through her mind, Hanabi Hyuga locked her lips onto his.

To call it sudden was an understatement, to say that he disliked it was a lie. Yet, even though his mind knew, even though his body recognized the subtle curve running down her waist, his mind was frozen in place; all until she shattered it.

As quickly as her warm, plump lips had latched themselves onto his, Hanabi pushed herself up with her hands, staring down upon his face with half lidded eyes; a dark thirst permeating through her pale orbs.

“Pull your pants down,” it was sudden, but not the least bit subtle. A hushed whisper, a demand, accompanied by a twirl of her hips atop his ground.

All he could do was furrow his eyes and blink, unsure whether or not he had heard her right, but before long, the lingering doubt was all but struck away. Her hands were truly upon him, reaching down to caress the swollen member hidden away within his slacks.

“Inside or out here, doesn’t matter~” Another soft, melodic whisper brought his attention back towards her, and even as the two lay there, gazing into each other’s eyes, his body made the decision for him.

With a rush of speed that he himself was unaware he possessed, Konohamaru’s hands shot up, slamming down upon Hanabi’s barely clad rear with enough force to echo the sound throughout the complex. Above him, her ministrations had already borne fruit, hastily tugging on his slacks until his cock was freed into the soothing air around them.

“I need your-” Hanabi began at last, only to let loose a sharp yelp as her world flipped upside down.

Her orange hakama fluttered up, her creamy, arousal drenched thighs were exposed, and right as she, Hanabi Hyuga, gazed down to meet her boyfriend’s hungering eyes, her own orbs rolled up into the back of her head. A single thrust, sharp, direct, and oh so deliciously rough caused her back to arch; her lips fell apart and with it, a moan not unlike the howl of a whore echoed throughout the neighborhood as a whole.

Atop the dark oak porch in the back of their apartment complex, their breaths came out as ragged gasps. Heated moans, sharp inhales, and deep, guttural grunts spilled forth between their lips, muffled only by the occasional kiss; a series of kisses that left them breathless.

From the simplest pose of missionary, to yanking her legs up on top of his shoulders, to flipping her over onto her side, Konohamaru continued to thrust, caring not what state his girlfriend was in, even as he watched her moan and claw at the porch itself. How long had they been there, undisturbed as far as they knew, rutting, humping and thrusting away at one another? With a small shake of his head, the brown haired man could never know.

At least, not until his own world began to spin.

Letting loose a roar, a growl and as deep of a grunt as he could, he came, erupting inside of his girlfriend’s loosened snatch with more gusto than ever before, painting her walls with his seed, showering her womb with his cum, before the very tip of his dick brushed up against its entrance.

From the evening before to the evening then, the duo had done naught more than rut, enjoying themselves in ways that no one could expect, blatantly ignorant of the prying eyes upon them.

A set of pale eyes gazed upon the duo from afar.
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