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Primetime (Kushina’s Fuck-Ventures 4)	By : BitterNTR Category: Naruto > General Views: 44947 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: Decay
- 2-Chapter 2: Infect
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Primetime: Chapter 2
When Kushina’s new career as a news reporter is at stake, what lengths would she be willing to go through to salvage it? As it turns out, a lot!
Tags: Uzumaki Kushina, MILF, Corruption, Cheating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
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Chapter 2: Infect
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“—WHOA, OH, OH! SWEET CHILD O’ MINE!!” Both parent and child were screaming at the top of their lungs as they sang along to the classic rock song that Kushina had cued up. The winds howled in their ears, furiously whipping into their vehicle, whose two front windows were down, sending both mother and child’s hair flying all around in a bright, colourful mess. The vehicle was speeding waaaaaa—y over the reasonable limit, and was currently flying down the highway that led away from the airport.
Hell, Kushina was surprised she managed to hear her phone’s notification go off over the blaring music of their blaring rock sock. It was a familiar sound that only she had as her phone’s notification noise, which was set to go off when she received a message from her husband.
It was the distinct sound of her husband’s voice going, “Kushina!”. It was an adorable sound clip that she had him say for her, for this specific use, and she treasured it greatly.
Freeing one hand from the wheel and reaching over to it, she grabbed it from where it sat in her drink holder in order to dangerously check the message she had just received.
“Kaa-chan!” Naruto cried, “Don’t check your phone while you’re driving! It’s not safe!” Naruto snatched her phone out of her hand, to which Kushina chuckled at.
She screamed back to him over the song and the wind, “I’ll have you know, your mother is a totally safe driver!” Then she slapped the radio, silencing it. At the same time, she removed her hand from the wheel for just a second, and flicked the button for the windows. There was a mechanical whirring noise, as the windows slowly raised themselves back up.
Their hair, which had been flying about wildly, now flopped back down, messy and unkempt. Kushina glanced over to her kid, as she brushed her hair, asking him just who had sent the message. “Who’s the message from, Naruto?”
“Someone called ‘Gramps’?” Naruto cocked a brow in confusion, to which Kushina giggled at. That was the name that she had saved for her boss, Danzo.
Well, if he was contacting her, surely it must’ve been something about what they discussed yesterday. She was almost hesitant, nearly snatching the phone back from him. What stopped her was that she knew that Danzo conducted himself in a very clinical procedure. His messages, much like himself, would use the least amount of words to convey the most amount of meaning. ‘Cold, cruel, and efficient’ was how she liked to describe him.
Plus, he wasn’t the type of man to say anything ridiculous on a phone.
“What does my message say?”
“He says that they’d like you to come back to work for a short while… For a discussion.” Naruto said, “Afterwards you can go back home and come back to work at the usual time.”
Kushina wondered what it was about. Perhaps he had a surprise for her. It was likely so, considering yesterday’s conversation. She wasn’t expecting much though, and shrugged it off.
“Well, I guess we’re taking a detour!” Kushina turned the wheel lightly, steering the car towards the left to the next exit, which she’d have to take to get to work.
“Kaa-chaaaaa…” Naruto whined, “I wanna go home first though!”
“Aw c’mon baby,” Kushina pleaded, “We’re pretty close anyway, I’m sure won’t take long.” Then she thought of a perfect barter to placate her son, “Alright, how about we drive to my workplace, I talk to my boss, and then afterwards, we can go grab some Lightning Burgers, eh?”
From the corner of her eye, she could see her son perk up. He tried to be inconspicuous, but she saw right through his attempts at hiding his eagerness.
“F-Fine…” He ‘relented’, “But we’re getting the super, mega-meal!” The car veered to the exit, and Kushina laughed, expecting nothing less from her son. He was so easy to read sometimes.
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The car swiftly pulled up, and was parked in the staff’s parking lots of the station. Kushina quickly headed to her boss’ office, leaving her son in the car with the air conditioner running. She had promised him to be as fast as possible, though when it came to dealing with this unexpected set of events, Kushina had no idea what was in store for her.
As Kushina greeted the staff members she didn’t normally see at this time of the day, she quickly sped up, making her way through the familiar halls and heading straight to her destination.
She knocked twice, and immediately pushed the door open once she heard the familiar tap of the cane.
“Hey boss,” Kushina beamed a bright smile at him, her fingers crossed behind her back, silently hoping it wasn’t bad news. She slowly stepped into his office, hands still behind her back, closing the door behind her awkwardly. “What’s up that you had to call me in earlier?”
“It won’t take too long. I spoke to the shareholders last night, and they’ve given their orders.” Danzo’s words cut into her like it was a blade, and Kushina gulped, now praying that it wasn’t really bad news.
“And?” Kushina winced, “What’s going to happen to me?”
Danzo stroked his chin for a moment before finally commenting, “Well, not much. They’ve only agreed on a change in clothes for you. As such, you’ll have to take a cue from Shizune.” Then, he gestured behind her, where the door slowly creaked open. Kushina glanced behind her and saw Shizune
Yes, Kushina knew just who Shizune was. They had worked together many times before, albeit never really face to face, since Kushina had joined the company. She was the station’s set-designer, and also doubled as the one that prepared and arranged for what Kushina would be wearing for that day. She was the one who instructed Kushina what to wear for the day, who would buy and prepare her clothes for her in her private room, and the one who normally did her laundry for her.
While they were friendly with each other, Kushina couldn’t say that they had managed to speak much as Shizune did have a different shift than she did.
And while Shizune was cute, it was in a simple manner. Almost like a girl next door. Not once had Kushina ever been afraid of the younger woman stealing her spot as a news anchor. In fact, while it was rather demeaning to say this, Shizune’s plainess really made Kushina’s beauty stand out all the more better.
Well, she knew better than to voice these thoughts and feelings. Instead, she simply smiled at the assistant, and greeted her, to which Shizune reciprocated.
“That’s all from me. Follow Shizune, and do as she says.” Kushina thought that it sounded a little ominous, though she bit back her comments just this once for the sake of time.
“If you would follow me, Kushina-san, I’ll just need you to change out of your clothes and try these new ones on.” Shizune directed her out of the room, and Kushina followed, trying to get back to her car, and her son, as soon as possible.
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Kushina had followed Shizune to her department, where numerous different props and set pieces sat, waiting to be used. There were a large number of racks as well, with dozens upon dozens of clothes, both male and female, hanging on each pole.
Shizune ran her finger deftly over each other, gently tugging it out and placing it back after a moment, as if she were searching for the right one.
“It’s here somewhere…” She muttered, before finally stopping on one. “Ah, here it is.” The set designer pulled the hangar off of the pole, and showed Kushina the pieces of clothing in all their full glory.
It was a simple, sleeveless white dress shirt, that showed quite a bit of her shoulders. She noticed that the usual buttons that were found leading up from her chest to her neck were also missing. The dress— rather, the skirt was surprisingly short as well. It didn’t even look like it could fit her, if she was being completely honest. Kushina was by no means a skinny lady, and did have a little bit of meat to her bones that really added to her voluptuous figure.
Kushina opened her mouth and was about to say something. Then she stopped short, seemed to think it over, took a breath, and then continued.
“Are you sure that will fit me?” She gingerly plucked the hanger from Shizune’s outstretched hand, “It looks a bit… small…”
Shizune smiled apologetically slightly, “It should. I based on your past dress sizes.” Kushina swore that Shizune glanced bitterly at her chest, which was far bigger than that of the woman’s own modest B-cup chest.
Then she ushered the star of the studio to the nearby changing room. Normally, Kushina would change in her private dressing room, but she figured she wasn’t going to walk all the way and back just to get approval from Shizune.
“Now please do get changed. If it doesn’t fit, I can make the suitable alterations by tonight.” Kushina was shoved into the booth, with Shizune drawing the curtain behind her to provide a rather thin layer of privacy.
While she wasn’t too keen on changing here where she felt rather vulnerable, at the same time, there was an odd thrill that she found rather exciting. Though she still had her undergarments on, the idea of being naked on set flashed through her mind, right in front of all of her colleagues and on live air.
And instead of being completely shocked by it, Kushina found herself surprisingly actually excited. She could feel her heartbeat rise in tempo for even just the slightest of seconds, the cold air of the studio nipping at the bare skin not covered by the fine layer of black mesh and wire her bra and underwear was made from. These sensations made her gulp.
She snapped back to reality and those thoughts were quickly waved away as nothing more than that. Just weird thoughts. There was no way in Hell that she would be going anywhere besides her home naked, let alone her workplace.
The redhead quickly lost her current clothes and threw the new ones she had been assigned back on. As she was doing so, she glanced into the mirror and gave herself a once over, turning ever so slightly to see how she fit into this new set of clothes. They were indeed tight on her, and if you looked closely enough, you could make out the faint outlines of her bra under her white-shirt. If she hadn't been wearing a bra, Kushina would be leaving little to the imagination of her viewers.
Kushina tried moving her torso around, feeling the way the tight shirt pulled and tugged against her skin. If she bent forwards a little, she was essentially revealing the entire valley of her cleavage up on a pedestal, as if it were for show. The lack of buttons on this shirt made it so that it was impossible for a woman with her massive size to not flaunt her goods.
And while Kushina wasn’t too adverse to showing off cleavage, she wasn’t too sure that with a top like this, viewers could even pay attention to what she was saying.
Though the next most eye-catching piece was definitely the short skirt, which stopped mid-thigh level, and was far shorter than anything she had worn in her time with KTV.
It even had a slit that, while indeed helped to free up some of the pressure around her legs, was also halfway up her thighs and to the area right below her hip, and was just shy of exposing her black panties.
Kushina tried stepping around in it in her small cubicle, and found that mobility and the overall tightness wasn’t as bad as it first seemed. While not surprising, she had to admit that she looked good, though it probably fell more on the ‘sexy’ side of things.
Oh, the things she had to do for her job and to please her bosses.
As she continued to stare at her reflection, she figured she might as well take the opportunity to grab a few pictures. She pulled out her phone, stuck a few poses, and snapped away for a moment, making sure that they were crystal clear in quality.
Then, Shizune’s voice broke Kushina’s concentration.
“Kushina-san, are there any problems?” Her voice was slightly concerned, probably because Kushina had been quiet this whole time.
“No… It fits fine...“ She responded, then sticking her head out of the curtain and staring at the surprised set-designer. “Say, I don’t really have the time to take this off and return it. Gotta send my kid back home. I can take this back and wear it later for tonight, right?”
“Yes, you can.” Shizune nodded, “In fact, it’s yours now. Please hand it back to me only for future altercations, should you need any.” She barely even had time to finish her sentence before Kushina came dashing out of the changing-cubicle, the clothes she had entered the studio with now bundled under her arm.
“Thanks Shizune!” Her voice grew distant as she ran out, catching the eye of every single man she passed by.
Shizune sighed as she watched Kushina turn the corner. Glancing down at her small chest and groping herself, the plain woman began enviously picturing Kushina’s own massive tits where her modest breasts were, knowing just how much attention she would be getting at work.
The ability to have every single man in this office, save maybe for the big boss, around your finger, heeding your every beck and call, eagerly waiting to fuck you…
“If only…” With a shake of her head, Shizune sighed, and returned back to finishing up the last bits of her work before she was done for the day, “I need a drink, one of these days…”
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As the Namikaze woman ran, she gave everyone quite the show as her breasts bounced and jiggled with every step she took, held firmly together by her overworked bra, which by now was struggling to even keep her privates contained from the vigorous activity she was putting them through.
Kushina was very aware of the looks she was getting from the crew members that were setting up the stage for her segment tonight. But she had no time to slow down. Their eyes were popping from their sockets and their hands dropped whatever they were carrying, much to Kushina’s amusement. It left her with those same familiar thoughts as earlier, but she didn’t spend too much time on those thoughts. As much as she was glad that she was having such a profound effect on the men, though she didn’t really have too much time to stop and chit-chat.
And with a final step, she reached the exit and pushed the doors open.
From her position at the exit, she could see her parked car, and her son, who was impatiently staring at the exit waiting for her to appear. As soon as their eyes met, Naruto seemed to light up like a puppy, seeing their owner after returning from a long day of work.
Kushina rushed over and quickly got into the car, throwing her clothes to the back seat and giving Naruto a thumbs-up.
“Are you alright, Naruto?” Kushina teased her son as soon as she readied herself to start driving, “You didn’t have to wait too long right?” The car purred as she shifted from ‘Park’ to ‘Drive’, and took off from her lot, heading towards Lightning Burger as was promised.
Naruto eyed his mother’s new set of clothes, particularly the unbuttoned top and the slit of the skirt at her creamy thighs. He gulped. “No… But what’s with the change of clothes?” His cheeks turned pink at the sight of his mom in such a… exposed outfit.
“Are you getting shy seeing your Kaa-chan’s sexy body, eh?” Kushina threw a soft punch into her son’s shoulder, who was busy blushing up a storm, “You little perv! Why are you getting embarrassed? We used to take showers together all the time, right?”
“Augh! Please don’t remind me...” Naruto groaned in embarrassment, grabbing at his burning face, trying desperately not to remember those memories he had worked so hard to suppress, “That was years ago!”
And it had been. Back when Naruto was still a young boy of six or seven, and was still alright with showering with Kushina. Though that had changed once he had hit a certain age and could shower independently.
“Hah!” Kushina snorted, “I still remember when we showered together, you always used to play with my brea-”
“Aaaahhh—!” Naruto’s eyes had widened to dinner plates, and his shout of horror cut her off, “Say no more!” He shoved his hands over his ears violently to deafen his mother’s voice.
He had to bury those embarrassing memories of him as a younger boy, constantly running around the bathroom all soaped up while his nude mother chased after him, trying to get him to sit still so that she could give him a proper wash.
He had even remembered his habit of grabbing and groping her breasts, which was really the only way he would stay seated long enough for her to wash him off. Which in hindsight, was totally not his fault considering he was still a kid, and kids loved to just play with the soft, dense things like they were toys.
There was even one time he and his friends had to come over briefly to get a warm shower after they had been caught in the middle of a storm from playing outside.
Kushina had ushered them all into the bathroom and tried to get them all washed up. But Naruto had taught his friends his tradition of ‘playing’ with his mom while bathing, and Kushina had to endure getting molested by a group of little brats, much to her chagrin. They had grabbed her breasts, squeezed her ass, tugged on her perky, erect nipples and left the poor housewife in a tizzy from their fervent groping.
The worst was probably when Kiba, his long time friend and current classmate, snuck up behind her and poked her up the ass with his fingers, a classic Kancho maneuver, as she was washing Choji’s hair. Kushina’s surprised squeal had been embedded into Naruto’s head ever since then, and traumatised him so much that he swore he’d shower on his own from that day forth.
It had all been harmless fun and games back then, but now that Naruto remembered all of these horrifying memories, he couldn’t help but wish to crawl into a hole and just let the world swallow him up. Especially when he knew that his friends still remembered them all groping his mom so much.
Even if she didn’t really mind it now and had forgiven the Inuzuka, it was incredibly embarrassing as a teen to know that your friend had stuck his finger up your mom’s ass and made her squeal like a pig! Though Kushina had long forgiven the playful Inuzuka's perverted prank, Naruto had made it a point to stop all attempts of him coming to his place.
It didn’t help that he, as a budding teen, often had uncontrollable fantasies of girls and women in his life when he slept. They had started out as faceless figures, then eventually familiar peers and classmates, and even pretty strangers. Some of these women also ‘resembled’ his mother in a lot of ways. And with those memories of him playing with his mother’s large breasts, Naruto was not proud to say that he may have had, and still was, having wet dreams where his mother was involved.
There had been plenty of times he had made a serious mess in his boxers during one of these… lewd dreams. Even seeing her now, he was sure he would be haunted by some new dreams. This outfit was practically fuel for his hormonal mind, even if he didn’t want it to be.
It didn’t help that a lot of the time his good friends would joke about his mom in very sexual ways, much to his annoyance and chagrin. They even cracked jokes about ‘getting the chance to be his step-father’.
“Alright Baby, take it easy.” Kushina chuckled, using her choice pet name for Naruto, something he was also embarrassed by, “I was just joking around… Now, how about that Lightning Burger we agreed just now?”
Naruto slowly removed his hands from his ears, and smiled shyly at his mom, “Now we’re on the same page.” She failed to notice just how difficult it was for her son to take his eyes off of the bare thigh she exposed to him.
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The drive to Lightning Burger had been uneventful, for the most part.
After giving their order, the two Namikazes waited in line, Kushina still couldn’t help but let her mind linger on the few incidents where she had odd lapses in her thoughts. Her in lewd scenarios, or of her male colleagues appreciating her figure… They were still fresh and flashing in her head.
For some odd reason, now left to her own thoughts to silently muse in the car — her son distracted with his phone and the radio seemingly getting more distant in her mind, Kushina couldn’t get them out of her head.
Kushina was a huge fan of sex, that much she was aware of. She enjoyed getting fucked by her very helpful, and energetic, husband for hours and hours. Yes, she herself had cum more times that night than she could bother to keep count of, but if Minato hadn’t stopped, she could’ve honestly kept going and going until they both passed from exhaustion.
But not once had Kushina ever thought that she was a deviant. In her later years, outside of Minato, she was rather reserved when it came to interacting with other men she was not too familiar with, and she also made sure to dress modestly. Of course, she was aware of the gazes she was getting, but she had never really paid it too much mind since she had no need to even think about other men.
She had been content with life with an amazing, handsome husband, and a son that she adored to death, working a job she enjoyed thoroughly…
Yet, why was it that she felt an odd, strange sensation bloom in her chest just now?
Sure. Like every other woman, she could appreciate the sight of handsome, sexy men, even after she had met Minato.
But those eyes that seemed to really drill into her without any regard of her consent… It sent shivers down her spine.
She was broken out of her daze as the car in front of her drove off after grabbing their order, freeing up the space for her to move forwards to speak to the person at the drive-through.
Her car screeched to a stop, and Kushina lowered her window, before leaning out slightly. She was greeted to a teenage face, maybe around 16 or 17. His face was rather cute, though it was marked with teenage acne. And his rather timid demeanour and slumped shoulders made her maternal instincts tingle, and made her want to take care of him as if he were her son.
The eyes that were barely visible behind his mop of messy brown hair, which was poorly tucked under a Lightning Burger cap, suddenly popped out at the sight of the pretty redhead that had just pulled up next to him.
“G—uhhhhh…” He said, slack-jawed in awe for a moment. Though, he was caught off guard when the other passenger leaned forwards and threw him an annoyed look.
“Close your mouth before you catch a fly in that thing—” Kushina smirked coyly at the boy. She paused and glanced down at his beaten uniform, which seemed a tad too big for his scrawny body. She stared at the shiny nametag that hung from his loose shirt for a moment, and then read it aloud. “—Shinzo.” She finished, beaming him a big smile.
To say that the boy was a mess, was an understatement. He was blubbering and stammering, and just generally seemed like a mess. Kushina was worried that he was going into an uncontrollable fit. But surely it was just because he recognised her from TV and was just a nervous fan.
She was right, of course, but him being able to get an ample view of her cleavage, surrounded by the black fabric, thanks to her new outfit probably had something to do with his current state as well.
“Now won’t you be a dear and pass me my food?” Leaning out of her car slightly to pass the stunned boy her dollar notes, which were clasp between her fingers. Surprisingly, he still had enough wits about him despite his distressed appearance to quickly reach out and grab the money.
“U-Uh yeah… S-Sorry ma’am,” He took her money, continuing, “B-But you’re Namikaze Kushina from KTV, aren’t you?” There was a hopeful tone to the teen’s voice as he gulped, quickly grabbing the food. The gorgeous woman gave him a glittering smile, bewitching the boy further.
“Why, I never would’ve thought I’d be noticed!” Kushina joked, much to her son’s annoyance. While it might not have seemed like it, Naruto felt like she was flirting and entertaining this guy way too much! And he was totally looking down his mom’s shirt! It was definitely unusual that his mom would entertain someone to this extent. Normally, when they went through the drive-throughs, she was fairly cordial.
‘What might’ve sparked this change?’ He wondered to himself, rubbing his chin as he watched his mother unintentionally flirt with the teen in the booth.
Meanwhile, the teen was stuttering out his sentences like he had a jackhammer in his chest, handing her the order, “I know it’s a bit rude to ask, but could I get a photo? I-I’m a bi-big fan, and my friends w-would never believe that I got to meet you!” The redhead grabbed her food and handed it to her son, who was silently fuming at the teen who was throwing so much attention at his mom.
“Kaa-chan…” Naruto got annoyed at the attention she was giving this guy, slightly jealous. Then he whispered to his mom, “This guy is totally a perv!”
“Aw, don’t call him that. It’s not gonna take long…” Kushina ruffled her son’s hair and shushed him playfully, before she turned back to the drive-through teen, “Why of course! I couldn’t turn down a fan’s offer for a picture.” She noted the way he seemed to force his eyes from down below, back to meet her gaze.
The boy’s smile was wide as he whipped out his phone, and he raised it up above him to catch both him and his idol, as well as a lot of her cleavage. Kushina happily posed for the camera. He threw in a few snaps, and quickly bowed to her.
“Thank you ma’am! I’ll treasure this moment and be your fan forever!” He continuously bowed and bowed, “I’ll pass this on to my children! It’ll be a family heirloom!”
Kushina’s amused laugh was a trill, and she brushed off her fan’s praises. Bidding him goodbye, she turned out of the drive-through and headed back to their home.
The teen leaned out of his window and sighed dreamily, ignoring the other driver that had pulled up next to him. He couldn’t wait to post about this on the forums!
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When Kushina had parked, the mother and son pair had scrambled to run up the stairs in an impromptu race to get home first. Naruto had won, of course, having managed to scamper between his mom’s lovely legs as she fumbled with the keys.
“Waa~hoo!” The young teen hopped up onto his feet, throwing a fist in the air to symbolise his victory.
“Drat!” Kushina playfully said, placing their meal onto the table, “I can’t believe I lost!”
“You owe me, Kaa-chan!” Naruto said, very matter of factly.
Kushina crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. She smirked at her son, “Oh yeah? And what do you want from your dear, old Kaa-chan?”
Naruto’s voice suddenly died in his throat. His mother had caught him off guard by agreeing so abruptly. He almost said he wanted to take a bath with her again! He couldn’t imagine the embarrassment he’d feel if he had actually said that outloud. Naruto was sure his mom would’ve thought he was some kind of pervert to be showering with his mom at this age.
Just what was he thinking?
“I-uh… Wanna have a good meal with you!”
Kushina smiled pleasantly at that, seemingly back to her usual self. Naruto breathed a sigh of relief.
That seemed to have definitely been the right answer.
“Alright then, let’s dig in!”
The pair went to town, devouring their meal with ecstatic hunger.
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The pair had spent the whole day nearly together after she had changed out to her usual homewear. They lazed on the couch, a whole day of Naruto’s school skipped, simply watching TV together and discussing random topics.
Hours later, Naruto was in his room, presumably studying. She had already prepared dinner for him, and had kept it aside on the dining table. With her shift beginning in half an hour, she was still lazing around, waiting for the company cab to swing by her place.
Meanwhile, Kushina was scrolling through her phone, and found herself wondering about her husband. Surely, by now, he’d have touched down in the US. She quickly went to her messenger app and went to her husband’s contact, which was named aptly as ‘Minato<3’
She began to text her husband a barrage of messages.
> heyyy…
> heyyyyyy!
> are u in america yet?
> rlly miss u
> im so bored!!!
Kushina clicked on the camera button in the corner and quickly snapped a selfie of herself, lying on their shared bed. Though, as she was about to send that picture, she noticed that the roll of images at the bottom still contained the few pictures she had taken this morning. The woman tapped on them, enlarging the photos until they filled the screen.
There the images of the Namikaze woman, garbed in her revealing attire, greeted her. However, this particular set of pictures included one where she had her shirt unbuttoned, far enough that her bra-clad breasts were spilling out of her top. Indeed, it wasn’t often that she’d send her husband such raunchy pictures. But when they were separate for a long duration of time, sometimes they’d have phone sex with each other.
She smiled slightly at the way she looked, and coyly tapped at the tick and on the send button.
> new outfit! hope u like it dearie!!
She smiled at the messages and photos she had just sent. Then, a message came in. Kushina felt a tinge of excitement, thinking that it was her husband. Instead, it was from her usual cab driver, Katzuo-san, stating that he was waiting under her block now.
Kushina jumped off the bed and got to changing, a blur as she stripped out of her home clothes and slipped back into her mandatory work outfit. Double-checking herself in the mirror and grabbing her small purse-bag, the redhead skipped out of her home, leaving a note behind for her son to remind him about his dinner.
The cab was waiting for her at the end of the stairs, and Kushina quickly hopped in and greeted the driver as usual.
Katzuo-san did the same, turning slightly to greet her as she entered, only to choke and sputter at the sight of her.
He apologised for the sudden burst of emotions, and turned back, fired up and ready to do his job. As they headed off to her workplace, he couldn’t wait to sit in the cab and watch the broadcast tonight.
Kushina didn’t notice the sly glances he was casting to her in the backseat, eyeing her exposed skin with a great hunger in his eyes. The Namikaze woman was far too busy scrolling through Ninja-gram, liking the posts of those she was following.
Tapping at the small plus sign at the bottom of the screen, she brought up her camera roll and tapped at the raunchiest of the photos that she had sent her husband. Then she shook her head slightly, and scrolled past that one. There was no way she was going to post a photo like that onto social media. She’d be eaten alive by her detractors (and her fans, though she didn’t think too much about that one)!
In a flash, she tapped three of them, each different in subtle manners like her poses. Though they were definitely raunchy, they weren’t close to being as explicit as the one she had sent her husband. Kushina stared at the phone for a little longer, deliberating once more if she should put this out onto the internet. It didn’t take her long to make up her mind.
She hummed to herself and tapped away again, typing in a simple caption.
[“goin’ live in 3… 2… 1…”]
A second later, without pause, she hit the big green button that posted them straight onto her Ninja-gram account.
Without a second thought, she tossed her phone back into her bag and looked up from her seat, seeing the familiar neon lights of KTV loudly buzzing and flashing in the darkening sky.
‘Just in time too,’ She thought to herself as the taxi pulled up into the lot of the studio. With a quick wave goodbye to the driver, she quickly got out of the cab and headed inside, where her slot would soon begin.
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The American air was crisp as the blond man stepped out of the airport, backpack strapped to his back and luggage following behind him. His flight hadn't been too comfortable, and he had been stuck between a bawling baby and his chagrined mother, but he had helpfully assisted her with her child.
Despite being an official of Japan, Minato always insisted on flying business or economy. Never first-class. He felt like it kept him grounded to the common-folk he was working to create a better future for, and made sure he wouldn't grow complacent in his job role.
He glanced around at the sea of men in front of him, each carrying a piece of laminated paper with english words sprawled across each. Of course, Minato was perfectly able to read them. He was fairly fluent in English.
As a politician, he had been well-educated, having pursued his degree in politics in one of Tokyo's best universities, all the way back when he and Kushina were still dating. He had also picked up English during this time, which had paid off since he was now apart of the US-Japan Embassy.
Squinting his eyes at the crowd, he scanned each sign until he finally landed on the familiar words. His name, in English.
His eyes then darted up to the person holding it. And dart up they did, for the person holding the sign was absolutely massive.
Even from this distance, Minato could tell that he himself was only up to shoulder-height of this domineering man, who also happened to tower over everyone else around him. His large, meaty fingers made that sign he held in his massive hands look tiny.
Minato, of course, was no stranger to exercise. He had kept fit most of his life, and would say that he had a pretty good body, with just enough body fat to see his abs without him having to flex them.
But this man… This man was literally built differently.
He was a tall, burly, black man with a head of platinum blond, and a goatee of the same colour. It was as if a brick wall had come to life, and decided to put on the most suave and stylish suit it could find. The man had a frame so muscular and formidable, Minato could easily make out the shape of his biceps from under his perfectly-fitted tuxedo. Minato swore they were the size of bricks.
There was a wide berth around him from the other men holding up signs, them — respectfully keeping their distance from him as if they were afraid of upsetting a beast.
Minato shrugged mentally. While he was somewhat intimidated, it would do him no favours to keep this man, and those expecting him at the embassy, waiting. With a deep breath, he walked up towards the hulking figure and waved.
Smoothly, with only a hint of an accent in his voice, he called out to the escort.
"Hello sir! I'm Minato. Were you sent by the Embassy?" He introduced, stretching his hand out to the man. Minato's voice was perfectly toned and friendly, just like how he had practised for countless hours in the mirror or to Kushina, who barely knew English.
The man looked down to Minato and blinked, before breaking out into a wide smile.
"You're early, Mr Namikaze." The man said, his eyes widening just a fraction. "And yes. I was." He took Minato's hand and gave it a firm shake.
Minato was pleased to know that his hand was not crushed by the massive hand that had just shaken his.
"Ah," Minato waved his formality away, "Please, call me Minato. And you are?"
"I like your style, Minato." The man responded, repeating after Minato in the near-perfect pitch that a native Japanese speaker from Tokyo would have, which surprised him greatly, "I'm Ray Cage, Washington's Japan Embassy and Head of Language and Logistics. Pleasure to meet you." Ray smiled pleasantly at him, and Minato reciprocated his friendliness.
"Pleasure to meet you as well, Ray."
Ray gestured with a wide sweep of his arm, pushing aside the men that were nearby while also directing Minato to the direction, "Now, let us depart for the embassy. There's a car nearby. We can get to know each other more on the way there."
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The black SUV cruised down the road at a steady pace, the driver careful not to cause any kind of potential harm to the two important men in the backseat.
Unsurprisingly, even in the car, Ray looked like he was cramped and uncomfortable, even if he didn't openly show it. Minato figured there weren't that many vehicles around that had enough space in the back for him to freely stretch his large limbs.
They had been conversing for the past few minutes, getting to know each other better, and found themselves getting along well.
"I noticed you've been pronouncing my name very fluently for an American." Minato commented, "Do you happen to speak Japanese?"
Ray smiled, almost embarrassed. He ran a giant hand through his hair, "Yes, though I'm not entirely fluent." Ray then started speaking in Minato's native tongue. "I've been practising a lot though. I think it will be useful for moments such as these, especially considering our job scope with maintaining a healthy relationship with Japan's embassy."
Minato was impressed, and did not hesitate to show it. Ray was definitely fluent enough to pass off as a native Japanese speaker.
Ray continued, this time back in English. "And I might not look it, but I am a quarter Japanese. My grandmother was a Japanese migrant who came to America after World War 2, and settled down with my grandfather, a black soldier who had returned from the fight against Germany. They met after a group of guys were sexually harassing my grandmother, and he stepped in to protect and intervene"
"Oh wow, that's a heroic man right there." Minato nodded, "I never would have guessed your heritage…"
"Indeed." Ray smiled proudly, pushing a hand to his chest at the memory of his late grandparents. "I, myself, am still looking for someone like that. Not to say that I haven't been looking, but I am quite a picky person." Ray was smiling in an amused fashion. Then he glanced at Minato, "What about you? Got a lady back at home?"
It was at this moment Minato's phone buzzed dully in his pocket multiple times. He knew that could only be one thing.
His dear wife's texts.
"Ah! 'Speak of the Devil', as they say." Minato was not too familiar with English expressions, but he knew that one at least. "That must be my wife, Kushina."
He whipped out his phone, and in front of Ray, opened the texts he got from his wife. Ray, being able to speak, read, and write Japanese, was able to read what Kushina had sent her husband. He chuckled at what he saw.
Then Minato scrolled down slightly and tapped on the first attachment his wife had sent. The image opened, and filled his screen. It was an image of a gorgeous redheaded woman, bearing a large, sultry smile, in a short-cut skirt, and an exposed top that showed off her massive breasts and more cleavage than was socially acceptable.
He swiped left a few times, stopping on each picture for a few seconds each while revealing the same woman in slightly different positions. Then he swiped to the final picture, where Kushina had tugged down on her shirt so much that she was practically topless save for the black bra she was wearing.
"This is her!" Minato proudly showed off his wife's photos, attention still glued to his phone.
Meanwhile, Ray's eyes were wide open, staring intently at the phone, though Minato didn't notice.
Ray thought it was odd that Minato didn't seem to have a problem with showing such lewd photos of his wife with another man he had just met a dozen minutes ago. In fact, he didn't so much as try to hide the photos by turning his phone away, or getting embarrassed at accidentally showing his wife's raunchy pictures, which were likely supposed to have been for him only.
Perhaps Minato was affected by jet lag, or maybe he just wasn't paying attention. Whatever the case, Ray wasn't going to complain… This was free eye candy for him, and even he felt his manhood get roused awake at the sight of this gorgeous woman and her voluptuous body.
He commented, still staring at the photo of Kushina and committing that image to memory. "Wow, you're a lucky guy, Minato. She's gorgeous!"
Minato smiled in thanks before changing the subject, "Which part of Japan are you from, Ray?"
"My grand-father was from Kyoto. Funnily enough, despite the circumstances of speaking Japanese, being part Japanese, and working in the branch of US-Japan relationships, I’ve not ever been back to my homeland."
Minato widened his eyes at that and grinned. He turned, staring out of the window as they sped past numerous cars.
Though completely entranced by the world that passed by, he continued to speak. "Maybe one day, I can bring you around! You can stay with my family, and we’ll give you a proper tour of the city and the country-side!"
Ray paused at that, and his eyes twinkled at the thought of his family. Moreso, one person in particular in the Namikaze household.
"Yes… I think I'd like that.” Ray mumbled. He had his phone in his hand, tilted away enough so that Minato would be unable to see what he had on his screen. On his screen was the Ninjagram profile of one Namikaze Kushina. There was a small smile growing on his chiseled, chocolate cheeks at the sight of the very few images that Minato had shown him prior.
“It would be nice to meet your family and to REALLY get to know your wife."
Minato nodded in agreement before looking to his own phone and shooting his wife a response, positively adoring her new outfit.
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After the usual theatrics of running through her script for tonight as the makeup team did slight touch ups on Kushina, she readied herself on the stage, feeling a lot more exposed today. And that she was.
Even though she had the whole of today to get accustomed to the feeling of such bare clothes, it was different now standing in front of a stage, a live audience of her colleagues and stage-hands, and in front of the bright, beaming lights and massive cameras that could undoubtedly see every inch of her skin in stunningly crisp HD quality.
It left her stomach churning, a mix of nervous anticipation and, strangely, excitement… This made Kushina very unsure of how she felt.
Perhaps she’d know more by the end of the broadcast.
How odd that a small wardrobe change could affect her this much.
Kushina couldn’t remember the last time she felt so self-conscious in front of a camera. She had started out her career, meek and embarrassed to be standing in front of one, and had taken her months before she got used to speaking to that thick lens that stared at her for hours.
But over the course of the last year she had spent with the company, working hundreds of hours in front of the camera, she had adapted well even while knowing that thousands of eyes were watching her live.
All around her, the crew on set buzzed like bees, their hands moving quickly and fixing up any other minor issues before they went live. Though they were working hard, a lot of them were distracted at Kushina’s new outfit, which almost all of them had already seen earlier in the day, or through Kushina’s Ninjagram post.
Kushina swore that she had spared a second to blink, and before she knew it, Danzo was in front of her.
“Hey boss.” Kushina meekly cried out, waving. “Wish me luck!”
“No need for that.” Danzo muttered. His tone could’ve been almost taken as an insult, but his words implied a heavy deal of belief in Kushina’s abilities, “I’d like to remind you to use and maximise your feminine wiles tonight. The producers who demanded this of you will be watching the broadcast tonight. Make this one count.”
Now here she was, a (fairly) 'seasoned veteran' of the job, but her heart was thumping away with anxiety to be on camera now at that. With her job on the line, she felt like how she did all those years ago when she first took her first steps onto the stage.
Now, the gleam of the camera seemed so much more… embarrassing. She was certain that it could see every curve of her lower body with the way her tight skirt bit into her, and every inch of her soft, supple skin that she had never shown off before to complete strangers.
It almost felt as though she was naked… Now that was a thought that sent shivers down her back!
Yet, Kushina found that, deep down inside, she enjoyed this thoroughly. ‘This better not awaken anything in me…’ She grumbled.
There was a small, red, blinking timer that sat next to the sign that indicated when they were going live. It was counting down from 5.
She glanced down at her outfit one last time for the night and bit her lip in excitement.
For the first time in a long time, Kushina couldn’t wait to go live.
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All around Konoha, almost as if it were some kind of ritual, citizens turned their TVs on and tuned into KTV for the night to watch their local beauty-celebrity take the stage.
Some were normal citizens, tuning in to catch the usual glimpse of the beautiful woman who would inform them of the news of the night. Others were die hard fans, who had seen her latest post on Ninjagram, and eagerly tuned in to see their bodacious idol in her new and improved (in their opinion) outfit. A local Lightning Burger drive-through worker was also present, a framed photo of him and Kushina (and her breasts) in his arms, unwilling to miss this event for the world.
Many had settled into their seats with snacks and drinks. And a majority had even gotten comfortable enough to strip themselves of their clothes and, in the comfort of their own home, start jerking themselves off. This was fairly bizarre considering that it was going to be a news broadcast, and not anything nearly as erotic as a porno.
However, as die-hard fans, they saw nothing wrong with this and believed it to be a form of ‘support’ for Kushina.
Across Japan, many of Kushina’s fan-pages had begun to stream the coming broadcast. There were dozens of such streams across many platforms, like Ninjagram. Most were strangers, though some did recognise each other and were even friends in real life. Each boasted a handful of viewers, to even hundreds, and the live-chats flew by in a blur with comments and discussions.
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StarKillerKento: fuck… cant wait to see kushina-san in her new outfit. that new outfit is so damn hot i literally jacked off twice to it since she posted it lmao.
TheBDDaiki: Damn dude, save some for later
992Akihito: Yeah not that she wasn't sexy before but this new outfit has made her walking talking killer bomb.
StarKillerKento: killer queen type shit lmfao
BuntaBomb667: KTV is now my favourite news show lol. Damn you guys werent lying about her
TheBDDaiki : Even we didn't know about this new outfit. Man, I can't wait for her new cutout release.
992Akikihito: Don't Whats your fetish with her cutouts but I agree I can't wait to see that too. If I were in Konoha I would have purchased a seat just outside KTV office to see her.
StarKillerKento: i don't think my wife would allow me to view this at home anymore with kushina dressed like this
TheBDDaiki: LOLOLOLOL
992Akikihito: HAHAHA
BuntaBomb667: I feel same man and this is my first time watching her. Though I think my eldest son would love to see her shows. But my wife would kick us out. Literally watching this in the toilet.
992Akikihito: kek
TheBDDaiki: Hearing you losers mop about marriage makes me glad that I am divorced. Now I can keep up with Kushi-chan — anywhere, anytime. I even have her last cutout with me now, lol.
992Akikihito: cant believe ur wife took everything but not the cut out after divorce
StarKillerKento: prolly didnt want ur cum all over it LMFAO
TheBDDaiki: Shut up idiot, and pay attention. It’s starting already.
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As the KTV logo began to fade for the viewers at home, the online livestream chats exploded into rapturous applause and commendations as Kushina took centerstage in her new wardrobe.
Men at home ignored their ballistic wives as they openly gawked at the gorgeous, scantily-clad redhead.
It was the same outfit she had posted herself in earlier, but this time she was moving about.
Their eyes were glued to the screen as Kushina strutted around in her tight, black skirt, admiring the slit on the side that exposed most of her upper thigh. The fabric was pulled taut against her skin, giving everyone a clear view of her curves, as well as the visible outline of her underwear.
They watched, entranced, as she presented the usual happenings of the night. Though with her newfound edge of sluttiness, they found it hard to concentrate on her words, completely distracted by her body.
Kushina was now leaning against the table, her skirt subtly riding up further and giving her fans a better view of her lovely legs.
“...we’ll also be covering this year’s Comiket!” Her eyes were quick, darting between the teleprompter and the camera as she read off her script, “...it’ll be taking place in around two month’s time!” Kushina raised her leg up teasingly, “Yours truly will be the main broadcaster there too, and I’ll be providing full coverage for the whole four days!”
Then she winked at the camera, “I’ve been told there’s a high possibility that I’ll also be in cosplay as some of your favourite anime and manga characters, though no promises.”
“We’ll be keeping you guys posted with more updates until then!” Then she bowed slightly, the weight of her large breasts pulling her tight shirt down and revealing an even greater amount of cleavage than she had displayed throughout the night.
Throughout this whole broadcast, Kushina had kept a cool, reserved, and somewhat sultry facade. But internally, she was burning with embarrassed arousal.
Knowing that she was driving the crowds at home wild, and that many of them were raving and ranting at the sight of her acting in such a completely different manner than she normally did. It was impossible to deny that it turned her on, so much so that she could actually feel her panties moistening.
Some part of Kushina also knew that her horny fans were savouring this, and each time she did something salacious, another piece of content was born. There was now so much new, lewd content of her — all from images to video-clips that were all taken from tonight’s broadcast. However, they had no idea this was only the beginning of the influx of sexy content that would ignite her fandom, and give way to a new era of Kushina content.
This would be the turning point where fans could actually mark and attribute her first steps into depravity as this particular night and broadcast.
They had even begun to dub it as the ‘Kushina Renaissance’.
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Meanwhile, behind the cameras, Danzo's eyes bore into the monitor where Kushina was, a number of young interns scrambling around him. Each was busy, taking down notes on their laptops or scribbling hastily on notepads. Some threw numbers and figures around the room at each other.
Danzo's sharp hearing easily picked up on the chatter, and he did not need a professional analyst to inform him that their views were doing far better than ever. He made a mental side note to get more of those Kushinadverts up, featuring her in her new outfit. That would definitely drive up viewership even more.
Even now, their views were at an all time high — and climbing.
Never in the history of the company had they ever gotten such a large audience, even when they had inducted Kushina as part of the KTV team. And now that they were making the most of her sexuality to pull in viewers, ratings, and money, he was sure that the producers would be a lot more agreeable to provide KTV with a great deal more funding... and flexibility.
He stroked his chin, smiling subtly to himself, incredibly pleased with tonight’s results.
Even as Kushina closed off the show for the night, the views still hadn’t dipped in the slightest. Their viewers were still eagerly watching, up until the very moment the broadcast ended and the red, blinking ‘Live’ sign went dim.
"...That's a wrap." Danzo concluded to himself, watching as thousands of new posts were made across Ninjagram at the spike in Kushina's career in television. The first of many, he was sure. Tonight was simply the first of many milestones. And Danzo even found himself growing eager to see how far Kushina could help him to push the limits of television with her newfound increase in stardom.
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Celebratory roars and cries erupted from the crew as soon as the cameras stopped rolling, causing Kushina's brows to shoot up in surprise. Hoots and hollers came as a large group of men and some women rushed to the stunned redhead woman, like a pack of starving dogs to a nice rib-eye steak.
Normally, they had no excuse to approach her. However, with the word spreading that she had raised viewership to levels unheard of, the die-hard fans amongst the crew finally had a chance to approach Kushina.
"Congratulations on breaking a record, Kushina-san!" The burly, tattooed man in a tight wife-beater to her left commented, "You're KTV's number 1!" She recalled his name to be Dengaku. She could remember his name as he was the one she often saw the most, plus he was arguably the most eye-catching out of the other men present.
Kushina blushed slightly at the sudden rush of attention, and tried to wave it off to no avail. The crowd forming around her was far more interested in taking pictures with her.
"Could we get a picture?"
The redhead blinked. Seeing that this was harmless and that there was no other way out of this, she amicably agreed. After all, where would she be without fans like these?
The burly man enthusiastically forced the rest of the crowd out of his way and made his way to Kushina. Whipping out a phone with one hand, and wrapping the other arm around Kushina's waist.
Kushina gave the camera a dazzling smile, and the man tapped away at his phone. He snapped a few photos of them smiling together, before his arm slipped from her waist, and slowly wandered down to the redhead's rump, which he quickly gave a quick, rough squeeze.
Kushina's face transitioned from a beautiful smile to a surprised gasp.
The normal Kushina would have already broken his fingers right there and then for such a bold action. But now she felt like she was in a daze, and couldn’t find the usual fire in her chest to muster the energy to fight back.
The fiery spirit she normally had felt like it was a wet match — dim and damp. After tonight, she was no longer the same Kushina as she once was.
The broadcast had definitely awoken in her, even if she wasn’t fully aware of it yet. She felt her face flushed at the blatant display of sexual harassment, which none of her other colleagues seemed to have noticed.
Dengaku then whispered into her ear, “Can’t wait to see what else you’ve got in store for us, Kushina-san. We’ll be watching” Before she could say anything, he gave her a quick wink and quickly disappeared back into the crowd.
The Namikaze woman huffed in embarrassment, and tried to shrug it off as she looked back to the rest of her colleagues, who were still eagerly lining up for photos with her.
Even as she tried to take her mind off of it, she could still feel his rough fingers digging into her soft flesh...
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The sleek SUV finally arrived at the intended destination, stopping at a gravel path that made up the driveway. The driver, Omoi, who had been silently sucking on a lollipop for the whole ride, had emerged from the car as well. He was standing quietly next to the car while awaiting his next order.
The embassy was akin to a small, white, modern castle. The flag of the US and Japan fluttered on two poles in front of a lush, well-maintained garden.
Minato hopped out of the car. He stretched, and immediately took in his surroundings with a glint of excitement in his eyes. The blond man took a deep breath and released it with a large smile, “America’s air really does smell different!”
“Bah, it’s not anything special, Minato. You’ll get used to it soon enough.” The muscular man snorted in amusement, “Give me a moment, I have to make a call. Omoi, won’t you help our guest with his bags?” The driver silently went to work with Minato to remove his bags from the trunk. The two picked up the guest’s luggage, with Minato striking up a conversation with the white-haired young man as they made their way towards the building.
Ray whipped out his phone, and hit the quick-dial. Almost immediately, his secretary picked up.
“Mabui,” His voice was low and hushed, but filled with authority. “When is the earliest I can make a trip to Japan.” It wasn’t a question. And the woman on the other end understood that.
“Japan, sir?” The woman’s voice was sweet like honey. Ray was silent for a moment. Then he smiled.
Staring at his guest, who was now making his way towards the large building, he chuckled. “Yes… I’m thinking of paying someone a visit…”
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It was just past 12am, and the night had just snuggly settled in. Right on cue as Kushina had ended her shift, the cab had pulled up next to the studio. Katzuo-san was reliable as ever.
As Kushina flung herself into the cab, she greeted Katzuo as usual. The older man, who had been watching the broadcast on the small screen that was embedded on the dashboard, complimented her on just how she looked on screen and applauded her performance, claiming it to be ‘some of the best TV I’ve seen yet!’ which Kushina found to be very ludacris, albeit supportive.
Kushina had laughed him off, tired from her shift and the sudden photo-session she had at the end, though she had conversed with him for a bit, thanking him for his support and services.
The driver seemed to understand, before they fell into a comfortable silence. She was unaware of the glances he was throwing to her from the backseat mirror, his eyes lingering on her breasts long enough for him to be considered a road-hazard while he was driving back to her apartment.
With nothing to do, Kushina went through her routine of checking her phone. But oddly, she found that it was no longer working as intended.
Every time she tried to turn it on, it simply showed the time at 8pm. She frowned, glanced towards the small watch she wore on her wrist, which clearly displayed that it was just after midnight and glanced back to her phone.
Her phone was lagging for some reason, having been stuck at 8pm, which was when her time-slot had started. Unable to access her phone, she slapped it a few times on the screen, to no avail, before ultimately deciding to reboot it. The Namikaze waited for a few moments before her screen lit up, and what she found left her nearly agape.
Her lock-screen was awash with the same small, pink shuriken icon. Notifications from Ninja-gram. There was a big mix of texts next to each icon, that read out a variety of different reasons why she had been notified.
One. A person had followed her.
Two. A person had liked her photos.
Three. A person had commented on her photos. And there was even a mix of all three sometimes.
While Kushina didn’t normally find it odd to see these kinds of notifications due to her minor popularity in Japan, she had been completely swept and floored by the number that currently hung above all those notifications.
On shaking hands, she quickly went to check her Ninja-gram, and despite the seamless process, she swore that the app had never opened up so slowly before in her life.
There, she saw it.
It was 25,000. That was... Twenty. Five. Thousand. TWENTY-FIVE WHOLE THOUSAND NOTIFICATIONS! In the span of four hours?! And that was just for her follower count only!
It didn’t count the several other tens of thousands of likes and comments that she had received on her latest post!
Kushina nearly choked on her spit. She could not believe that her follower count had just swelled in number to almost double what she had before the broadcast! It now sat at a healthy 60,000 followers. Even now she was still receiving follower-notifications, with her digits rising with every passing moment.
She gazed at the massive list of names from the followers she had just gained.
There, she flicked her finger down and let the list run. Hundreds of names flew by in an instant. As she did so, she recognised a few names of popular celebrities (their authenticity verified by the green tick-marks beside their usernames) who had also followed her after her broadcast, which absolutely blew her mind.
As the cab drove her home, she looked at her latest post, which had garnered up to 100,000 likes and almost 10,000 comments, nearly ten times the amount she would normally receive for any of her posts!
She read the comments that her fans, both new and old, had left behind in the comments of her latest post.
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QUEENKUSHI12: I <3 U MY QUEEN!!! <3 UR SO HOTT!!!
PrawnHub: We'd like to sign a deal with you! Check your DMs!
BBCENTRAL: onlyfans when?! would pay big bucks to see them TITTIES!!!
MILFhunter: lemme smash that pussy ma'am
spermgerm: i been savin this up for the past week lmao wish i could nut in u instead tho
EROSEXNIN: you def got my attention ;)
knowpein: i would fuck you so hard you wouldnt be able able to walk for a week
superc00mer: i would drink your bathwater
Oroboros: Your post and broadcast has been excellent inspiration for my next piece of art!
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She couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at the new wave of attention she had received, and it had only been through a single broadcast! The Uzumaki grinned at the idea of how much more followers she would gain with the next one they would be having.
And just like that, Kushina was sucked into a numbers game.
Then her phone bleeped a few more times as her husband’s voice rang out.
“Kushina! Kushina! Kushina!” They were messages from her husband!
With haste, she tapped on the messages and opened them up.
>Wow! You look so good, Kushi <3
> Send more pictures ;)
> Also hope your day went well!
> BTW Check out this place! It’s massive!!
There was a picture attached, which Kushina downloaded. It was a picture of Minato, standing in a large single-bed room. It was fully-furnished, and even came with a large television and what looked to be a collection of books stacked neatly on a shelf.
Below that picture, there were more texts and another picture.
> Made a new friend!
> He’s super cool and speaks fluent Japanese too!
The attached picture was Minato again, this time giving a thumbs up. More noticeably different was the large, black man who was standing next to him. The man easily towered over Minato, and in a sense, was humongous in comparison to Kushina. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he played basketball with that kind of height — though she assumed it was another kind of physical sport by the looks of his thick, muscular build.
Kushina found herself ogling the image of her handsome husband and the stranger together. She couldn’t help herself around handsome men. It was a secret weakness of hers!
> His name is Ray, and I’m inviting him over to our place next time!
> I gotta go, but I’ll tell you more about how it’s going soon!
> Love you loads Kushi!
> Good night! <3
The redhead giggled at the last message she had received, happy that he was still sending her sweet messages, even if they were afar.
“Ray, huh?” Kushina muttered to herself, eyeing the image one more time before she looked up from her phone. Before she had even realised it, the redhead found herself standing in her living room. So engrossed in her phone, she hadn’t even noticed that she had made her way home.
It didn’t take her long to snap out of it. She headed over to Naruto’s room, and gently peeked into it. She was greeted with the usual sounds of her son quietly snoring, and smiled at the figure under the covers before closing the door.
With her son asleep, Kushina headed back to their bathroom on the tips of her toes so as not to rouse him from his sleep. She did wish he had been awake, so that she could let him know all about her exciting day as well as just how much her following had increased on Ninjagram, but she supposed all of that could wait until tomorrow.
As she stripped herself of her work clothes, she noticed the moistness in her black panties and her mind began to wander back to the thrill of it all. From the mixed feeling of being scantily-clad on live TV for hundreds of thousands to getting her ass groped by her bold colleague, she must’ve been more aroused than she thought.
As she was assaulted by the warm waters and the steam, she found herself biting her lip.
“God. I wish Minato was here.” She really wanted to fuck. Badly. Then she found her mind wandering to the image of Ray. She thought of the way his muscles bulged through his clothes. A man of his size had to have a thick, fat coc-
Lavender eyes shot open wide, and Kushina caught herself before she could think any further. She glanced down and found her fingers were hard at work, rubbing away at her pleasure points. Even with the warm waters cascading down on her, Kushina could feel a different type of moisture that coated her fingers.
“Dang.” The woman bit her lip again and, somewhat reluctantly, pulled her hand away from her nether region. She felt bad about what she had just done and decided to switch to cold water, to break her out of this horny spell.
Ah, but now was not the time. She had an early day tomorrow, and she’d have to get up earlier for Naruto to prepare breakfast.
As she got out, towelled herself off and headed off to bed, Kushina didn’t even bother getting dressed. She simply walked out of the bathroom nude and headed off to her bedroom. It wasn’t like Naruto was going to see her, what with him being asleep and all. Plus, it was a habit she had developed with Minato, since they often got naughty in bed. The lack of clothes helped save a lot of time, and cleaning.
Kushina flopped down onto the bed, her phone plugged in to charge right next to her.
As she lay in bed on the precipice of sleep, she wondered just how much this change in her job would affect her and her family.
She drifted off to sleep, completely unaware that the changes to her psyche had already started.
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End of Chapter 2
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Sorry it took so long to get a chapter out, and if it’s a bit messy. Wrote this across the span of a few months.
Hope you enjoy it!
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