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Mar 7, 2024

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Without further Ado, here is the next chapter of To Be Hokage.

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To Be Hokage - Chapter 23 : The Meeting Of Opportunities

The air was heavy with the scent of steam and the soothing murmur of water as Aiko gracefully led Kushina to a secluded corner of the rotemburo. The hot springs glistened under the warm sunlight that filtered through translucent roofs, casting a serene glow over the scene.

Kushina, aware of the attention she drew, avoided looking at some of the men relaxing in the waters with saucers of drinks placed on floating tables, clad only in towels that covered their hips to shins . The majority of ministers were engaged in conversations, while some teenagers chatted within their age groups, likely related to nobles or ministers. 'At least there won't be any mixed bathing involved,' she mused, finding solace in that thought. Although she felt a little nervous and uneasy about being in a place with half-naked men. She couldn't deny the subtle curiosity that led her eyes, almost involuntarily, to steal glances at their diverse physiques.

'Aw~, aren't there any muscular brutes around here? How disappointing,' the fake sad little voice of the naughty Kushina pouted her head as observing that amidst the nobles, politicians, and merchants, the abundance of muscle was clearly lacking.

Yes, they sure were big and somewhat burly men, but their physique erred more towards roundness than the sturdy robustness she had hoped for. The closest to her ideal was a young man boasting an athletic body akin to Minato.

'No, wait! Bad Kushina! Bad! Get that out of your mind.' she chided herself.

The rotemburo was certainly a large place, large enough to accommodate a couple of hundred people without any problems. Kushina saw multiple servants carrying trays full or empty of food back and forth. Also a few maids moving around dressed a bit more proactively in short kimonos like she had just seen in the changing room. The maids were actively playing shamizens, shinobu flutes and even kotos, and they were adding to the cheerful atmosphere with their beautiful music.

Aiko ignored all that as if it were second nature and continued to walk through the place with Kushina behind her.

As had happened earlier at the festival, the crowd of merchants, nobles and politicians in their path soon moved aside and allowed the two ladies a free passage. But they did not turn away without also giving them a glance, especially Kushina, some of them visibly caught off guard by the change of her outfit.
Some men stared at them in awe, others gave polite bows as the women passed to conceal where their attention was going. Even the servants were distracted by the sight of Konoha's deputy hokage in the new outfit.

Aiko kept her noble-like haughty expression that showed pride but hid her emotions. But inwardly she almost laughed with satisfaction as her plan seemed to go well.The men surrounding her, commoners fortunate and honored enough to find themselves within the confines of this special place, unabashedly cast their gazes towards the captivating redhead.
However, Aiko couldn't help but notice a stark contrast – none of them dared to meet her eyes. In her opinion, being the wife of the Daimyo, the unspoken understanding lingered among them that they had no entitlement to lay their gaze on her, which was distinct from the lack of reservation exhibited towards Kushina as she was just a commoner.

'You see now the difference between us bitch?. I am a high class lady while you are just a simple and bitch of Kunoichi from a simple and shinobi village. Unlike me, you do not deserve the respect of these men. To them you are no different than a slightly prettier and expensive slut than they would find on the streets. You are just a glorified piece of meat for the lustful dogs and it would behove you to know your place as soon as possible' She thought arrogantly as she walked with her head held high.

But as soon as they entered the central area of the rotemburo, Aiko tried not to grimace as before, when they entered the area where most of the nobles were concentrated. They diverted the attention of many men from them.

At this point Aiko imagined that she would be receiving greetings and bows from the nobility, while Kushina would only be viewed with lust and hidden mockery, that nobles would see her as a whore and not a lady.

But instead she encountered the same scene as before. With the noblemen gawking at the redhead, giving her the treatment and attention she didn't expect, some even giving mild bow to the redhead, While she was almost ignored.

'How dare they divert their attention more towards this deceptive Kunoichi than to the Daimyo's own wife. Is it possible that the men overseeing our nation truly possess such appalling taste? Or has she gotten her fangs on theme as well ?' Aiko's anger and indignation thinly veiled behind a forced smile, a facade of hospitality concealing the underlying envy.

Along the way Kushina noticed the Daimyo engrossed in a conversation with a group of unfamiliar men. The man noticed and acknowledged her with a nod, and Aiko spoke, "It seems my husband is talking with traders from our country. He is quite popular among them."

Navigating through the crowd, Aiko led Kushina to a secluded corner where a group of ladies, dressed similarly to her, stood.

"Kushina-san, allow me to introduce you to Lady Himari and Lady Hana," Aiko said, her voice honeyed, though her eyes betrayed a frosty demeanor. "They are wives of esteemed minister of trade and noble member of the court."

Kushina bowed gracefully, recalling their faces from the dinner party during her first visit. "It's an honor to meet you both," she said, her voice soft and musical.

"So, Kushina-san, you must be quite a 'negotiator,' leading Konoha in deals with our country," Himari spoke, emphasizing the word 'negotiator,' implying something beneath the surface.

Deciding to answer bluntly, Kushina opened her mouth, "Well, I'm to be the next leader of my village. It is in my job description to be a good negotiator," she replied without fully grasping the implications behind their words.

"Yeah, we can see that," Hana joined in with a smirk. "I just hope our court reaches the right decision soon without any external influence," she added, fixing her gaze on Kushina.

"What do you mean by that? Konoha doesn't force anyone; we talk peacefully and reach mutually beneficial decisions," Kushina responded immediately, the ladies' insinuations and their manner of speaking grating on her nerves.

Aiko raised her eyebrows, "Oh, they certainly didn't mean that. They are just sharing their thoughts. In the end, we all love our villages just as much as you do yours, Kushina-san," she interjected, diffusing the conversation before it could escalate further. 'This woman, this bitch, this lowly kunoichi, who does she think is talking to us like that?' Aiko internally fumed.

As they continued talking, the ladies started asking Kushina about her daily life as a kunoichi. "Oh, so you just sit in the office and assign missions. I thought you would be escorting or attending someone from the Fire court," Himari remarked when Kushina spoke about her daily schedule.

'What do they take kunoichis for?' Kushina thought, controlling her expressions.

"Relax, Kushina-san; they are just curious. You see, we noble ladies don't know much about you shinobis. And we have only read books about shinobi villages, so my friends are just curious," Aiko intervened.

"Haha, yeah, no need to be so serious. I mean, you must not be popular with that attitude," Himari chuckled as she gave her unwanted feedback much to Kushina’s chagrin.

In the same way the cats played with their food. Aiko and her companions engaged in a verbal game with the Konoha ambassador, subtly provoking and insinuating to observe her reactions

As women wed to influential Nobles, their roles in political machinations unfolded behind the scenes and beneath the table. Their pursuits involved gathering information, forming alliances, assisting their husbands and families discreetly, and orchestrating the intricacies away from the public eye. Spreading rumors to bolster the standing of allies or tarnish that of adversaries was just one facet of their multifaceted involvement.

For them there was no self-respecting lady who did not know the art of political manoeuvring and adept at maintaining an enigmatic demeanour. Thus, witnessing the transparent and emotional responses of the redhead was both pitiable and entertaining to them.

To Aiko and her cohorts, teasing Kushina paralleled teasing a child. An analogy that only reinforced their unfavourable opinion towards the Uzumaki.

As they continued talking, Kushina noticed Hana suddenly stopping. As she followed Hana's gaze, she saw the Daimyo accompanied by a few nobles and other men coming towards them, with his head guard closely following behind.

The ladies except Kushina quickly took their places at Aiko's sides but standing two steps behind her, as if to demonstrate with a simple formation the hierarchy of status as they waited for the Daimyo.. In the same way, the men stopped a some steps behind as Daimyo closed in, alone towards them.

The Daimyo nodded at the ladies as they performed a quick bow to him, sans his wife and Kushina. "Ladies, I hope you are enjoying the party," he then turned to Kushina, "Wow, Kushina-san, you look absolutely fabulous. This dress is so perfect for you," he complimented her right in front of his wife, much to her hidden chagrin.

"Thank you, Ryuki-san," she spoke, her cheeks tinted a bit red, using his name without adhering to public courtesy in the wake of the moment. "But it was all Aiko-san; she all but arranged this for me," she said, genuinely appreciating the effort.

"Well, I will have to thank my wife too," Daimyo grinned and nodded at his wife.

Looking at the redhead, he continued, "Kushina-san, as you have already met my court, let me introduce you to a few more nobles and important traders and merchants present here." He discreetly pointed to the men behind.

Nodding, Kushina walked beside him, unaware of the storm brewing behind her.

"The nerve of her? Who does she think she is?" Himari spoke indignantly as Kushina and the Daimyo moved out of hearing range.

"Yeah, not bowing to the leader of the nation and standing in front of him as if he were her equal.; she is so arrogant!," Hana added.

"Aiko-sama, why did you even bring that useless woman here? She is gobbling up all of the men's attention," Himari continued, expressing her discontent as they noticed how eagerly the men greeted Kushina.

"I had a plan; I thought I would humiliate her here by making her uncomfortable and to make her realise her place and see the difference between her and us nobles. But she is too crafty," Aiko admitted, looking at how her husband was all over Kushina. "She has ensnared my husband already, And my fool of a husband is oblivious to her plans," Aiko spoke.

"We were right; she is surely a slut like all kunoichis. She's up to no good. I'm sure if you don't act up now, Daimyo-sama will sell this country to Konoha," Hana speculated.

"Yeah, we need to put that bitch down. Didn't you hear how she talked to us, like we were below her station? We need to put her in the right place," Himari added.

"But it was all Aiko-san; she all but arranged for me," Hana mimicked Kushina, "she was even looking down at you, Aiko-sama," she added.

Aiko's anger surged as she balled her fists; she had already held a low view of Kushina, and her friends didn't help matters. "Don't worry; I will show everyone her true colors here today. By the time I'm done, everyone will know she's nothing but a lowly, attention-seeking slut," Aiko spoke with resolve, glaring at the redhead Kunoichi as she engaged with the men.

Her face frowned as she noticed every man listening to her as if she were some deity. Her heart burned with resentment as she sought to belittle Kushina in the eyes of the court. But her plan began to unravel as the men's focus remained fixed on Kushina.

Aiko's smile tightened further, her fingers curling around the edge of her kimono. Desperation flickered in her eyes as she sought to regain the spotlight. "Servant!" she called out. "Bring some sake," she ordered, her companions looking at her questioningly.

Meanwhile Kushina, unaware of the storm behind her, walked with Daimyo. As she walked she couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes directed at her from men as she passed them. The off-shoulder design of her dress looked extremely good on her and showed a beauty that the business suits she usually wore hid. Enhancing the neckline and exuding a hint of subtle sensuality. The snug embrace of the fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her frame. A slight fear crossed her mind that her braless breasts might pop out, but to her relief,so far the material supported and cradled them wonderfully.

Nearing the men, Daimyo took a moment to introduce Kushina to various traders and nobles. His voice held a proud undertone as he spoke, "Gentlemen, allow me to present Deputy Hokage Kushina Uzumaki. She is not only a formidable kunoichi but also a skilled diplomat. Our negotiations with Konoha have been in her capable hands, and I must say, she has proven to be an invaluable asset to both our nations."

The traders and nobles nodded in acknowledgment, some offering polite bows, while others exchanged curious glances. Kushina, maintaining a composed presence, greeted them with a nod and a warm smile. Ryuki continued, "Kushina-san is here to enjoy our festivities and strengthen the bonds between our lands. Let us extend her our warmest welcome."

The crowd responded with polite applause, and the men in attendance offered words of welcome and admiration for the Deputy Hokage. Despite the compliments, Kushina sensed an undercurrent of curiosity and perhaps skepticism among the onlookers.

Daimyo then turned to Kushina with a gentle smile, "I'm truly honored to have you with us, Kushina-san. Your presence adds a special grace to our gathering."

“Likewise, Ryuki-san, I'm glad you invited me to this event. It's a real pleasure to experience something new,” she replied with a warm smile.

As they engaged in conversation, Aiko, the Daimyo's wife, gracefully approached with a servant in tow. "Kushina-san, allow me to offer you a drink," Aiko extended a delicate glass towards her, a friendly smile playing on her lips.

Kushina graciously accepted the drink, not wanting to offend the noble lady. As she brought the glass to her lips, another servant, seemingly in a hurry, carelessly collided with her, resulting in a disastrous spill. The liquid cascaded over her dress, particularly at her deep cleavage, leaving an unsightly stain on the once-pristine white fabric.

Unbeknownst to Kushina, the unfortunate mishap had an additional consequence – the spilled liquid rendered parts of her white dress seemingly translucent. The fabric now clung to her, revealing the subtle swell of her bosom. The Daimyo's gaze lingered, as did the gazes of Yumeki and other nobles present. They observed how drops of fine wine trailed over the swell of her breasts and then disappeared inside her dress. Kushina immediately noticed their stares and was mortified, her face flushing crimson as she instinctively placed a hand over her cleavage in a futile attempt to conceal the unintended exposure.

‘Hoh, she’s bold, not wearing anything under the top,’ Daimyo thought, his mind immediately recalling scenarios from the past day. ‘I wonder if she is wearing any panties?’ he pondered, his thoughts taking a more provocative turn.

Aiko, suppressing a chuckle, internally gloated at the redhead's torment. "Ah, what a disaster. My apologies, Kushina-san," Aiko spoke aloud, feigning regret as she looked at Kushina's horror-filled expression. "It seems our servant here is not the most graceful. I truly didn't intend for this to happen."

The servant, visibly flustered, bowed repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, Uzumaki-sama. It was entirely my fault. Please forgive my clumsiness," the servant pleaded, their expression a mix of embarrassment and remorse. He was one of Aiko’s personal servants, given clear instructions to spill this drink on Kushina.

‘Now everyone will see what a true slut you are, wearing such a scandalous outfit without a bra too,’ she thought. But to her horror, every man's attention seemed to be locked on her rather than feeling disgusted; they appeared more attracted, more aroused. She controlled the frustration from forming on her face.

Aiko, maintaining an outward appearance of concern, spoke to Kushina while savoring the unfolding spectacle. "Do forgive us, Kushina-san. Accidents like these are unfortunate, but I assure you, it was not intentional. I'll have this addressed immediately," she added, dismissing the servant with a subtle wave of her hand.

“Come on, let's get you changed,” she spoke, guiding her away from the gaze of men. Kushina noticed Himari and Hana also following her.

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With quick steps, the quadruplets of women quickly reached the changing room where she had been an hour prior.

“This must be so embarrassing,” Himari added. “You must be mortified, poor little thing,” she belittled.

“Yeah, to be caught between so many predatory gazes of men,” Aiko spoke, looking at Kushina's ruined outfit. “Please forgive me again, Kushina-san. I had provided you with this outfit; if I had known, I would have provided something different,” Aiko apologized in a fake tone.

“Don't be sorry, Aiko-san, it wasn’t your fault,” Kushina replied.

“Well, then let's get you ready again and get out again for the meeting,” Hana spoke with a big grin. “Aiko-sama told me she bought some really cute pieces of clothing here. Let's see what looks best on you,” Hana spoke with a big grin.

“Um, wouldn’t it be good if I dress in my previous outfit now?” Kushina questioned.

“No, that would be bad, Kushina-san. You have to show everyone the incident didn't affect you,” Aiko immediately answered. ‘And how could I show everyone the slut you are?’ she thought.

“Yeah, also don't worry about your previous outfit now; it will be returned to your quarters anyway,” Aiko continued.

As she was talking with Aiko, Hana and Himari quickly found the bundle of clothes Aiko had ordered earlier and the ones Kushina had rejected.

“Wow, look at these, they are so incredible,” Hana spoke with a big smile.

“Yeah, I can't believe you left these here and wore this one, not that it's bad,” Himari pointed out.

Kushina, feeling a bit self-conscious, spoke, ”Um, they were not up to my tastes. They are too bold,” she added.

“Bold? They are not; they are just the latest fashion here. I have seen several diplomats wear these kinds of outfits at parties like these,” Hana lied.

“Yeah, and besides, you have got the body to wear and show off these clothes. Why won't you wear them?” Himari added to the lie.

‘Come on, accept the bait. Wear these clothes, show everyone you are nothing more than a common whore that you kunoichis really are,’ Aiko mused internally, hoping the redhead would accept.

“But those are too much exposing, and didn't we come in here because of a wardrobe issue, as it exposed too much,” Kushina spoke sceptically.

“Well, we did come here because of that reason, but you also can't go in dressed in your outfit. You will look weak. If you dress bolder, it will throw an image that you haven't let the spilling incident affect you. It will be perpetuated as you being a strong leader,” Aiko said.

“Yeah, exactly. A lot of people outside are noble politicians, traders, and most of them are men. And you know men, as pigheaded as they are, they do acknowledge strength and smell the weakness,” Himari added while tracing her fingers over the fabric of the short pink dress she had discarded earlier.

“Also, these dresses are so cute. Trust me; this will definitely make you the center of attention,” Hana added. ‘Center of attention, just like a slut in the red-light district,’ she thought.

‘I don't want attention, but they aren't wrong. I can't be seen weak,’ Kushina thought as her face scrunched.

As if detecting her thoughts, Aiko spoke and indeed delivered the final hammer to her wavering willpower. “You don't want Konoha to be seen as weak, don't you?” She added.

“No,” Kushina spoke immediately.

“Then trust me,” Aiko added as she picked up the long blue gown dress. “Try out these clothes.”

“Yeah, I thought Kunoichis were not afraid of anything and they were pretty bold,” Hana spoke. “But you seem so opposite to everything I have heard about them,” she added.

“If you are so indecisive, anyone could push you; how can you lead your village? And it's just a dress; it's not like you are parading nude,” Himari added, her two cents.

‘They aren't wrong; I'm a kunoichi first. I did use to wear outfits with my legs bare until my late teens. And we can't deny their words have logic; if I look weak, Konoha looks weak,’ her moral voice thought.

‘Yeah, those dresses are cute too. Mikoto would approve, and they will look helluva cute on us dattebane,’ the naughty voice in her head spoke.

The three ladies in front of her looked at each other with a smirk as they saw their words having an effect on the kunoichi. ‘Mph, you are so easy. How does this stupid bitch manipulate my husband? Come on take my bait, Let me show everyone your true colors’ Aiko internally grinned.

“Alright, let's get this done,” Kushina spoke with resolve.

“Good, good, let's get started then. Come on, strip off. We will hand over your clothes,” Aiko spoke.

“You are so lucky, Kushina-san; it's not every day you get noble ladies acting as your chaperones,” Himari added.

“I’m grateful for that,” Kushina spoke.

A bit self-conscious, She quickly discarded her high-heels, hesitating for a second before pulling the off-shoulder dress down her bosom. Soon the dress pooled around her feet. She was now standing in the room just in her green panties. Her nipples hardened due to the slightly moist air and the looks she was getting from three women.

The three women, including Aiko, who had seen her earlier, couldn't help but feel jealous of her shiny, blemish-free skin. It looked so soft and radiant. And her breasts didn't sag, and her nipples were so perky, and she didn't have any fat in her belly.

“Wow, you are so beautiful; I don't understand why didn't you wear these outfits beforehand. Your body is made to be shown to the world; why hide?” Hana spoke as she came closer to Kushina, and before she could do anything, touched her stomach. “So these muscles are so real; they look so strong yet so feminine. You are really beautiful,” she continued.

“Woah, what does Konoha feed you, even?” Himari spoke as she too came closer, her hands grabbing her left boob and tracing over her pink erect nipple. “You don't look a day over 18. I didn't believe it when I was told you were the mother of an eight year old, but this leaves no doubt.,” she spoke, her hand still over her breasts.

“Himari-san,” Kushina spoke, her face blushing.

“Oh, I’m sorry; I guess I got carried away.” Himari replied sheepishly. “Well, you weren't lying, Aiko-sama, that Kushina-san is really beautiful. I’m so jealous. If I had a body like yours, I would be on the cover of every fashion magazine or probably a high-earning actress.”

Kushina controlled the blush forming on her face, standing almost nude in front of strangers, even if they were women. She looked at the blue dress from Aiko’s hand, who was watching her with mild amusement; despite her friends praising Kushina’s beauty, she was glad her plan was back in motion.

“Well, Kushina-san, aren’t you going to drop those?” Hana spoke with a teasing grin as she nudged Kushina to pull down her green panties. As the fabric slid down, revealing Kushina's completely bare form before them, Hana immediately commented, "Well, well, look at that, red pubes. You really are fiery to the core." Her tone was playful, but it carried a hint of salaciousness that made Kushina blush furiously.

Meanwhile, Himari circled around Kushina, her gaze fixated on the redhead's shapely ass. "You know," she mused, "you're the definition of perfection, Kushina-san. Such curves, such allure." Her words were laced with admiration, yet there was an underlying hint of jealousy.

‘She is made to kill any man’s willpower,’ the trio of noble ladies thought, understanding why men were so glued to her . And above all, because she was a legit threat for them.

Turning her attention to the array of dress choices, “Come on, take this first,” Hana spoke as she forwarded her short pink dress. As Kushina got her hands on the dress, she immediately noticed it wouldn't fit her. As she struggled to put on the dress, it barely reached her mid-thighs and was too tight around her bust. The deep cleavage threatened to reveal more than she intended, giving her the appearance of a woman on the brink of a wardrobe malfunction.

‘This is beyond bold,’ she thought.

“Wow, it looks like a pink powerbomb, but I think it's too tight a fit,” Himari added honestly, earning a glare from Aiko, which she returned sheepishly. She wanted to see the redhead change into different clothes; it wasn't every day they got to play with a kunoichi.

Kushina was relieved not to be the one to reject the dress.

“Come on, fast, next,” Hana spoke. Kushina carefully pulled the dress over her head, baring herself to the room again. Her boobs jiggled as she pulled the dress over her head.

Hana immediately forwarded her next outfit, a long blue gown dress with a big slit on the right side. At first glance, it appeared to be a decent choice, exuding an air of sophistication. However, the moment she began to slip into the dress, she realized it wouldn't be as accommodating as she hoped.

The fabric clung to her body, emphasizing her curves, and the tightness around her bust was immediately apparent. She noticed how the material seemed slippery. ‘I don't want any more malfunctions, and why do these outfits not have bras?’ she thought. As she struggled with the dress, adjusting it to find a comfortable fit, she saw how the slit was very high, exposing all of her right leg to the juncture between her legs. The idea that she might have to pay attention to this dress throughout the party didn't sit well with her. As her eyes landed on the small thong provided, she made up her mind to reject the outfit. There was no way she could wear this and risk giving everyone a show.

Hana and Himari looked at her. “This looks really good,” commented Hana.

"Oh, Kushina-san, that dress suits you well," Himari added, eyeing her with approval. "It accentuates your figure in all the right places."

Himari, echoing the sentiment, chimed in, "Absolutely, you should consider this one. It's quite enticing." Their comments, though intended to be encouraging, only deepened Kushina's unease.

Resolving her will, Kushina smiled and spoke. "I appreciate your kind words, but I think I'll try the next one; this feels a bit out of my league," she said, attempting to mask her discomfort with a gracious smile.

“Alright, alright, we still have choices,” Hana spoke as she picked the next one while Aiko seethed, ‘that one was good, but no matter, you won't have any choices,’ she thought.

The next outfit, the light green-coloured outfit. Her initial anticipation waned as she unfolded the dress, revealing a very short, light green Yukata-styled sleeveless outfit. The garment showcased the wearer's legs from the upper mid-thighs, reminiscent of a Yukata typically worn at an Onsen, but with an even more pronounced cleavage. The revealing nature of the dress prompted Kushina to discard it immediately, unwilling to expose too much of herself.

‘This is worse than the previous one,’ she thought, seeing if she bent a little she would give everyone a show.

"Kushina-san, that green outfit will suit you perfectly, complement your hair as well," Hana remarked.

Himari, equally enthusiastic, joined in, "Absolutely, Kushina-san. You should consider this one. It's daring but captivating."

‘Yeah, it will definitely look good almost like yesterday but with hotness and more audience,’ her naughty inner voice spoke.

“I’m sorry, but can we see the next one first,” Kushina spoke ignoring the naughty voice in her head, at least tried to speak authoritatively, but it was hard when she was standing nude before these ladies.

‘I hope this next one fits,’ Kushina thought, not really looking forward to going with any of the previous choices.

“Well, as you wish,” Himari spoke as she forwarded her final outfit, the violet Qipao style dress with small hotpants she had immediately rejected last time looked way better now given the choices she had. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, Kushina gingerly slipped into the violet-coloured knee-length Qipao-style dress, adorned with beautiful rose flower patterns. To her surprise and relief, it was a snug fit. The Qipao top enveloped her bust, providing a sense of security and comfort that the previous outfits had failed to deliver. Unlike the others, this dress featured a modest design, with a small boob window that offered a subtle glimpse without exposing too much. ‘Well, this is definitely better than all the choices I had,’ she thought. The Qipao dress ended just over her knees; however, the waist-high slits on both sides of the dress left her legs completely exposed, showcasing every inch of skin. ‘Why could it have smaller slits?’ she thought with a grimace.

Hana and Himari watched intently as Kushina smoothed the Qipao over her body, "That dress suits you perfectly, Kushina-san," Hana remarked, nodding in approval. "It accentuates your figure in all the right places."

Himari chimed in with enthusiasm, "Absolutely, Kushina-san. You look stunning. It's like something out of a novel. Like a real kunoichi."

‘Yeah, it does feel like some outfits we had seen kunoichis wear,’ her naughty voice added.

“Yeah, this one fits better,” Kushina replied, nodding at the ladies. She attempted to wear her green panties; however, Hana intervened, pointing out the potential fashion faux pas. "Kushina-san, I don't think the green panties will go well with the white hot pants. It might look odd," she observed, teasingly adding, “unless you are going with only those.” she added pointing to green embroidered panties in her hands.

Kushina blushed. “Umm, I can’t wear them just like that,” Kushina spoke, pointing to the white hotpants.

“Well, you can try it on then,” Hana added.

Kushina hesitated but nodded and pulled her green panties back on. Upon trying hotpants over them, she realized Hana's point was valid. The low-rise style of the hot pants left her panties partially exposed, creating a mismatched and awkward appearance. With a resigned sigh, she conceded to go commando under the hot pants.

‘At least it's not like that slitted dress where I have continuous risk of exposing myself,’ she thought.

As she pulled the small white hot pants, a realization dawned upon her – they were remarkably short, barely measuring 7-8 inches in length, leaving her legs beyond upper mid thighs exposed. The low-rise design added another layer of unfamiliarity, as it didn't snugly sit on her waist but rather embraced a more daring, lower position. The lack of experience with such styles left her feeling a mix of discomfort.

‘I never thought I'd find myself in such a revealing outfit,’ she mused internally, her mind grappling with conflicting emotions. ‘Thanks for small mercies that flappers of this outfit are both in the front and back; they are the only things preventing everyone from seeing us walk in these small hotpants.’ she thought further, actually aware of the situation.

‘But we look good,’ her inner naughty self remarked as she looked in the mirror. ‘It's similar to our chunin outfits, just a bit bolder,’ the voice added.

‘We have to do this for the sake of Konoha,it's revealing but we can't back out now. ’ the moral voice added.

“You look so stunning, like the true kunoichi,” Hana added.

“Yeah, just like kunoichi from books,” Himari nodded. Unbeknownst to Kushina, the outfit was indeed inspired by one of the provocative outfits depicted in Jiraiya's Icha Icha novels.

‘I hope this news doesn't reach Konoha, or at least Mikoto ‘ she thought as she redid her hair in a ponytail.

“There you go, Kushina-san, you are ready,” Aiko added with a smile, ‘yeah, now you look like the absolute slutty kunoichi that you truly are,’ she thought victoriously.

Kushina nodded and took a tentative test walk in her new outfit. After a few steps, she couldn't shake the sensation of the hot pants digging into her snatch, causing a subtle discomfort. Suppressing a grimace, she reminded herself of the importance of maintaining appearances, especially in the presence of her current company. ‘I will have to deal with this minor inconvenience. It's better than being a dress-up doll and wearing anything else they may present,’ she thought.

“Well, you look ready, shall we go out?” Aiko asked.

Kushina swiftly slipped into her heels, accentuating her figure even more in this alluring and enticing outfit. Glancing once at herself in the mirror, she nodded as the ladies opened the doors of the changing room.

As Kushina unknowingly succumbed to Aiko’s plans, which aimed to tarnish her image as an honourable and reserved kunoichi leader, demolish it, and carve a new, scandalous image in its place. Aiko wanted everyone to perceive Kushina as nothing more than a debauched, slutty kunoichi who used typical kunoichi ways to get deals done. In her eyes, this was a revelation, a statement that kunoichis, despite how they may act, in the end they were always sluts.

Part of this plan was to dress Kushina in the most scandalous attire, turning her into the embodiment of seduction that would attract the attention of every lecherous character in the vicinity. Her ultimate goal was crystal clear – to get her as much attention as possible. She had seen it wasn't that hard for Kushina; even without her slutty outfit, she attracted enough attention as it was. But now, she had dressed Kushina proactively, and she could manipulate the narrative in her favour.

The plan was simple yet devious: by adorning Kushina in a slutty outfit, Aiko aimed to lure wealthy noblemen and their kin into making advances on the kunoichi. She wanted to see how the slut would act; she would win either way if Kushina reacted negatively or positively to their proposals. The narrative would also help her make a fool of her husband back off and she would make sure of it; after all, a leader wouldn't like to be seen with a slut, would he?

This approach might seem unconventional, but Aiko had noticed Kushina garner attention before. She saw this as a chance to use that attention to her advantage, exploiting Kushina's allure for her wicked purposes and against the redhead.

‘This will also tell you what you are slut; it will tell you your real position among society. Even if we dress like you, no one will dare to hit on us because people know us and know our standards; we are nobles, after all. But you see, you are nothing but a kunoichi – no, a lowly kunoichi that everyone will soon see as a slut, a slutty kunoichi,’ Aiko thought wickedly, seeing her plan come to fruition.

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As Kushina stepped into the rotemburo once again, she immediately noticed the men's eyes fixated on her. It was unmistakable, even for Kushina, who was usually oblivious to such matters. She could feel the intensity of their lustful gazes, sending a shiver down her spine. It was even more pronounced than yesterday when she had boldly walked commando. It felt as though their stares were undressing her, stripping away her clothes layer by layer.

‘Wow, we're really the center of attention,’ her naughty inner voice chimed in. Despite the discomfort, she couldn't deny a hint of excitement brewing within her.

As they chatted, Aiko saw one of the traders approaching them. ‘Here it starts’, she thought as she readied herself for the show.

“Uzumaki-sama,” The man bowed a bit, his eyes catching a glimpse of her thighs through the slits before he stood back up. “ It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Yūkibuki Isamu from the Yūkibuki Bladesmith Clan . You may not have heard much about us but my clan owns a small forge just outside of Fire country’s border. We are skilled in making shinobi tools of the highest quality, but business has been slowly growing over the years,” he said as he reached towards his bag and produced several kunai, shurikens and sabres. He handed them over to Kushina who began to inspect them.

“These are pretty light compared to what we use,” she said as she flipped the kunai in the air and gripped it to apply pressure. “But it seems durable enough,” she added as she gave the kunai back and took the shurikens to test it.

“I found that the standard tools were heavier which might affect its uses in battle. These are also made from different metals which allows chakra to flow through it,” he said as he passed the sabre to her. “I’m looking for opportunities to expand my business, Uzumaki-sama. And with Fire country right next to our place, I see no better place to expand our reach.”

Kushina mulled over his words and said, “I am impressed by the tools but I will need to test it fully under different scenarios. I will send a squad over to your place and have them test it. Then we can proceed.”

Satisfied, the trader thanked her not before putting a scroll of sealed weapons as a gift on a nearby table and walked off. “Nicely done. You handled it well,” Aiko said as she was slightly impressed at the way she handled the negotiation. “But it seems you have caught the attention of the rest. Words travel fast around here . Noble, merchants and traders are always looking to expand their business or influence,” she said as she saw more men approaching them. “I’ll take my leave as I don't want to disturb you,” she added as she motioned for her friends to follow her.

Kushina watched him go as more men made their way towards her. ‘Oh log, there are so many,’ she thought. The men stopped at some distance from enticing redhead. Most of them were here to watch, some genuinely wanted to talk with Konoha's ambassador.

But it was certain their eyes were glued to her form. Wrapped in the exquisite violet Qipao dress, Kushina's figure exuded alluring elegance. The dress hugged her frame with a tight embrace, accentuating every curve and contour. It showcased not only the curve of her bust but also hinted at the shape of her breasts. The small boob window provided a subtle glimpse without revealing too much, inviting men to look more. The earlier wardrobe malfunction due to spilling of drink had only increased their thirst. Some of the men claimed to have glimpsed her nipples during the malfunction, even if it had been a lie. Returning to the Qipao, it left ample room for imagination.

The dress dared to be bold with two provocative slits, reaching waist-high on both sides, where they could see the skin of her waist, and then the small white hotpants she wore underneath only added to the desire. As Kushina moved, these slits teased the onlookers, offering fleeting glimpses of her skin from upper mid-thighs down to her feet. It raised their hopes to see more as she walked, revealing what lay underneath. The strategically placed flaps of the Qipao, extending gracefully to her knees both in the front and back, acted as the only barriers preventing an unintended revelation. The dress, with Kushina in it, was a perfect mixture of teasing concoctions. Being a voluptuous woman, she looked like every man’s hidden desire.

"Kushina-sama, have you tried the rare spices brought from the exotic lands of spices? These spices will not only enhance your taste buds but would also help your body maintain your beauty and beautiful figure," another merchant approached, bearing a gift in his hands. His gaze lingered on her body more than the previous one, with a salacious grin on his face.

‘Wh- his nerve? Gifting so unabashedly,’ she thought, nodded. Her cheeks tinted a bit red as she placed the small gift on the table that had the previous gift.

“I hope you would consider giving a positive review once you try my spices,” the man spoke as he stepped back.

She wasn't given time to think as another man approached.

"Kushina-sama, my wines are renowned throughout the Hotsprings country. A sip, and you'll be transported to the heavens." The man smoothly offered her a bottle of decorated sake. Kushina immediately recognized it as one of the expensive ones, having seen Hyuugas and Uchihas using them only on special occasions.

“This is too much,” she spoke.

“Non-sense Kushina-sama, it's a small tribute from us traders, hoping you would solve our issues while acting as an ambassador between our villages,” the man spoke. “Besides, you look like an exquisite wine today, so it's only proper for real wine to be your subordinate today,” the man spoke with a big grin as she saw him discreetly checking her out, causing
her cheeks to tint a bit redder.

She squirmed a bit on her spot. The constant gaze from men made her feel increasingly heated, and the constant movements of her body only exacerbated the situation. The persistent rubbing of the hotpants against her pussy didn't help matters, and she couldn't help but sense a dampness forming around underneath hotpants. For this moment she was grateful for the coverage provided by the qipao as it sufficiently covered her front and backside well enough.

As she turned to see the crowd of men, Another man approached her.

"A captivating kunoichi like you deserves nothing but the finest jewellery. Allow me to gift you anklets," the man offered, presenting a beautiful pair of silver anklets with a set of beautiful large and small colored jewels encrusted in both accessories that sparkled under the light. They truly were exquisite pieces. As she turned to place them on the table, the man spoke, his voice dripping with a mixture of admiration and eagerness.

"Ah, let me place them to adorn your elegant ankles, Kushina-sama. I would be honored if you would allow me and accept my beautiful creations," he uttered, his tone laden with reverence.

“That would be inappropriate,” Kushina replied, her voice firm as she maintained her composure.

“Please, Kushina-san, I’m also a noble from the west. My name is Ichihara Watanabe. This jewelry is our, no, my dedication towards the relationship between our villages,” the man added, attempting to justify his actions. “It's also our tradition to be the one to put the jewelry on our first-time customer as it brings good luck.”

She deliberated for a few moments, her gaze flickering to her surroundings, assessing the situation. 'He seems decent enough. I'll intervene if he crosses any lines,' she thought, nodding in agreement.

"Well, if you insist," she replied, trying to maintain a polite facade despite her reservations.

“Of course,” the man grinned, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

He called a servant who got down on his hands and knees. “Kushina-sama, if you could please put your foot on top of his back.”

Kushina flushed with embarrassment and awkwardness at his request. She hesitated, she wanted to step back and refuse again showing how uncomfortable she was with the idea, but everyone around looked on as if there was nothing wrong with what he was asking her to do. Kushina remembered what ladies had told her about not showing weakness in front of these men, so she swallowed her embarrassment and decided to go with it. Slowly, she raised her leg and placed her high-heeled right foot on the servant’s back, careful not to put too much weight on it to avoid discomfort to the servant. The prior merchant from onlookers wondered why they hadn't offered her such a service. While the others looked at the scene unfold with intrigue.

With her leg raised almost 90 degrees, the fabric of the Qipao flaps that covered her shapely legs was pushed aside like the curtains on a stage and exposed her pale fleshy and toned thighs for everyone to see. As a result of this action, the hot pants stretched further, further exposing more of her upper thighs as they rid a bit more and while simultaneously digging in her pussy more. Thankfully, the qipao flaps still covered her crotch, or everyone would have seen how the hot pants now had formed a pronounced cameltoe over her snatch.

Her face burned red as she saw everyone’s gaze fixed on her thighs. She looked down to avoid looking at them and saw the merchant readying the anklets.

A strange feeling came over her as she watched her leg on top of another man’s back and another one on his knees, running his hands over her leg to hook the anklets.

The merchant Watanabe took his time putting the jewellery around as he felt the smooth skin of her leg. Kushina unconsciously bent a bit more to give him better access, lifting her heel and keeping only the toe of her foot on the servant's back. Her breath hitching slightly as his hands traversed her shin, almost touching her inner thighs.
She didn't expect such an intimate touch from him which sent goosebumps down her spine. But she kept her composure and her confident image. 'This is acceptable. This still doesn't cross the boundary of indecent' she thought as she felt his careful touch on her calf muscles. It didn't help that at the same time the shorts, now firmly wedged between her thighs, were giving her a sensation of digging more as they delved deeper on her lower lips.

As Watanabe secured the anklet to her ankle, he looked up, his eyes following the pale long legs and catching a glimpse of her dampened crotch of white hotpants. His breath quickened as he saw it. 'Woah, is she wet, or was that a play of light? Is she not wearing panties?' he thought, as he was snapped out of his daze with Kushina moving her leg.

“I’m sorry, I was just mesmerised. You have the finest legs I have ever seen, even better than most of the noble ladies I had the pleasure of doing business with,” he complimented, his voice tinged with admiration.

Not knowing how to respond to such a bold compliment, Kushina simply muttered a thank you, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

As she raised her other leg to place it on top of the servant’s back, Watanabe eagerly awaited, his gaze fixed on her exposed thighs. As she shifted her position, placing her left leg on the servant's back, Watanabe's eyes travelled upward, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin until it reached her crotch. This time, he noticed her cameltoe, which was more pronounced, along with her slight wetness. 'She is definitely aroused. Kami-sama, she's so bold. The shorts are actually her panties,' he thought, mesmerised by the view.

"Watanabe-san... Watanabe-san... Watanabe-san," Kushina called out, snapping him out of his trance as he lowered his gaze and hooked the other anklet.

“I have done business with many ladies, but you have been the best,” he spoke, reluctantly stepping back, the vivid images forever etched in his mind.

As Kushina placed her leg back on the ground with the soft tinkling of the anklet caught her attention as she gazed on beautiful silver piece chains glittering with jewels sitting perfectly in her ankles. A noticeable blush adorned her cheeks, betraying her momentary lapse in composure. Watanabe grinned, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he spoke, "You look even more enchanting with those anklets, Kushina-sama. Thank you for indulging my wishes". ‘I hope to make even more jewellery for you now’ he thought.

"Thank you, Watanabe-san," she replied, unaware of the unintentional show she had given the merchant.

"The pleasure is all mine," Watanabe replied, his tone laced with lingering desire as he walked away.

The people nearby, who were mostly nobles and merchants, enjoyed an unobstructed view of her thighs, the hotpants which had ridden revealed a teasing glimpse of the delicate curve of her hips, and the exposed skin that captivated their attention as she was in pose while the merchant hooked anklets.

Internally, she grappled with a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal washing over her. “What was that feeling? It almost felt as if he was worshipping me, and it made me feel… Good? What is happening to me?” she muttered.

"Oh, the log, when did they ride up like that?" she thought as her attention was caught by her hotpants, finally noticing how high they had ridden. Awkwardly pulling the material down, ensuring they didn't slip off completely. ‘They were almost like my regular panties,’ she thought, as she readjusted her hotpants.

'That was stupid of me. This is getting a bit too revealing. Why did I agree to this?.' she thought.

‘But, there's something oddly exciting about it isnt it?’ her naughty voice spoke .

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‘Hoh, has she loosened quite a bit ?’ Ryuki licked his lips as he saw the spectacle. “Did she change this much ? or does she have a weak spot for jewellery?” he muttered.

“She is looking such a cock-tease today, Ryuki-sama,” Yumeki's voice came from behind his ear.

“Of course, she is. I wonder how my wife got her to dress like that,” he whispered before they could reply. They were joined by another man.

“Damn, I didn't know she had this side to her as well.” Daimyo saw his minister of trade speak, his mouth open as he witnessed the spectacle. “I thought she would be hard to deal with and would be unbendable to our views. But she seems quite flexible not mention sight for sore eyes.’” the minister remarked.”.... Did we make a mistake, Daimyo-sama?” He added.

“Yeah, look at her. I won't mind having her as an ambassador for a few months as a trial, at least to see how she performs,” another noble muttered, expressing his willingness to see more of Kushina.

‘I hadn't thought this event would go like this, but it works in my favor,’ Daimyo thought.

“Yeah, you didn't have to ask us to give more time to resolve the agreement issues, Daimyo-sama. Seeing her as she is now, I think we can easily give her as much time as she needs,” another noble from his court muttered as he looked at the redhead licking his lips.

A majority of them had been attracted by her attire, and some of them had even been more impressed by how she was talking with traders, merchants, and other men.

“She seems so approachable, opposite to yesterday in the meeting,” a noble muttered as others voiced their verbal approval of his words.

“Of course, my friends,” Ryuki spoke, turning to his nobles. “I had reached the same decision myself. Come on, let's meet Kushina-san,” he spoke with a big grin. He had needed an opportunity to approach the redhead after the prior mishap, and his court had given him a perfect free pass.

A small distance away, Aiko and her two friends watched the spectacle with growing horror.

“This is going too smoothly,” Hana said as she saw Kushina getting an anklet from Watanabe-san. He was the best jewellery merchant among the nobility in this country, and the redhead had him at her feet within the first glance.

“Here comes the trouble,” Himari spoke as she noticed the Daimyo, along with almost all of the court members and others, walking towards the scantily clad redhead.

“What’s he doing?” Aiko spoke as she also noticed her husband moving towards the redhead, visibly alarmed. “Come on, let's stop him,” she spoke.

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As Daimyo began to make his way towards her His wife saw him and also started to make the move towards the redhead, but before she could reach Kuhsina Ryuki had beat her to it.

"Kushina-san, you look even more beautiful now," Ryuki remarked, his gaze glued to her, ‘I mean, so fuckable. I want to fuck you here and now,’ he thought, his desire masked behind a polite facade.

“Thank you, Ryuki-san,” Kushina replied, controlling her expression.

Turning to his wife, “Thank you, Aiko-sama, and ladies for attending our important guest,” he added with a grin to his wife and her friends.

“It was my pleasure,” Aiko answered with a perfect poker face, but she was seething from inside. ‘What are you doing, you fool? You will ruin everything. You were not supposed to approach her, at least not this early,’ she thought.

Her thoughts were broken as she saw the minister of trade coming forward; he was Hana’s husband. "Yeah, you're looking like an angel today, Kushina-san," the Minister chimed in, trying to strike a conversation with the redhead. Kushina nodded at the man. “Well, Kushina-san, we can continue the discussion about our deal today as well; most of my court members are here along with stakeholders. They all will also like to meet you,” the Daimyo spoke.

A bit caught off guard, still feeling a bit unused to the gazes of men that were still coming towards her, she replied, ”Today? Wouldn’t it be a bit informal?” she asked, feeling a bit underdressed for such a meeting.

“Well, most of such agreements are made in unofficial settings only,” seeing her skepticism, he continued, “you don't have to agree on anything if you don't like. It's unofficial talks after all, but it would be good if you could participate,” he added.

“Yeah, Kushina-san, a lot of people outside the court haven't dealt with any Konoha officials. It will be good for the Konoha diplomat to speak with them as well or at least in front of them,” the minister of trade added.

“And it won't take much time, my ministers and nobles have some good news that they would like to share with everyone.” Daimyo added. As more nobles, ministers, and traders started to greet the now the center of attention redhead, leaving the three noble ladies behind.

‘I don't think I can deny him,’ she thought, looking at the expectant expressions of men.

“All right, I can attend the meeting,” she replied.

“Great, follow me; we have the perfect spot ready,” Daimyo spoke. He then looked at gift items on the table and discreetly motioned a servant to collect them and follow them.

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“Was this the wise plan, Aiko-sama?” Himari asked, looking at Kushina as she was taken by Daimyo and men towards the central pool, ”I mean, that slut is garnering all men's attention, and she seems not bothered at all.”

“Yeah, did you see that husband of mine? He was so against the deal with Konoha till yesterday, but today he flipped just like that. She is dangerous, Aiko-sama. Very dangerous. I feel the plan may have backfired," Hana spoke with venom in her voice as she glared at her husband and Kushina.

“Patience, ladies. It's just a minor setback,” Aiko spoke, calm on the outside but on the verge of bursting out. “I didn’t expect my husband to approach her so bluntly and so early. It seems she has my weak-willed husband ensnared. I will have to dirty my hands a bit,” she added.

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Meanwhile, Kushina found herself encircled by nobles and ministers from the Daimyo's court, along with traders and businessmen. She gracefully walked beside the Daimyo, who led her toward the central pool, the epicenter of this bustling gathering. For a moment, she thought she would have to enter the pool, but her fear was for nothing. Nearing the pool, she observed that the once half-naked men had vanished, leaving behind a transformed space designed for the assembly of at least thirty individuals.

The perimeter around the pool's edge featured an array of chairs strategically placed for them. Small tables adorned with an assortment of drinks were interspersed among the seating. Not far off, Kushina also took note of a handful of attentive servants, their eyes respectfully fixed on the oncoming crowd. The surroundings exuded a calm tranquility, the gentle steam rising from the warm waters of the central pool, and lanterns strategically placed around the area cast a soft, golden glow, infusing the scene with an ethereal radiance.

But despite the serene atmosphere that enveloped the Rotemburo, Kushina found herself grappling with an internal heat, a sensation that defied the tranquility surrounding her. ‘Ignoring these uncomfortable hotpants might have been a mistake,’ she thought, each step she took, the fabric digging and rubbing against her very sensitive pussy. She was sure the friction would certainly make her pussy lips bore the red rash marks.

The piercing gazes of the men, their eyes fixated on her, intensified the discomfort, yet paradoxically, it seemed to arouse heat in her. Trying to temper her heightened sensations, Kushina had shut down her naughty voice in her head. Thinking of meeting and surrounding, but it was only helping so much.

‘Don't think about the outfit, Kushina,’ she thought. ‘Even if it's just two small pieces that are hiding your modesty,’ she thought as they neared the sitting area. ‘It's almost like yesterday. I hope I'm not making a habit of going commando.’ The memory of the previous day's walking through the palace in just a Yukata came to her mind.

As Yumeki trailed behind his friend and boss, he couldn't resist the opportunity to cast a gaze upon the captivating redheaded vixen walking in front of him. Specifically, his attention fixated on the mesmerizing curvature of her tempting ass, which was even more pronounced as she took steps in this salacious outfit. Don't get him wrong; he may have seen her naked yesterday, but seeing her wearing these bold clothes was a treat in itself.

‘I can’t believe she’s getting so bold. Ryuki-sama was right; there are changes in her, and it's good for us. I remember her not even showing a hint of skin last time,’ he thought, his eyes still focused on the seductive sway of her ass.

‘God damn, how I wish I could just flip that outfit, peel those teasing shorts down, and claim her right here and now,’ he contemplated, literally stopping his hands to do anything that would ruin his and boss’s plans.

“Kushina-san, see all important personnel from my court are here. I can even see some major traders and business holders as well. Thank you all for coming,” the Daimyo addressed the gathered men, each taking their designated seats. Courteously, the Daimyo pulled out a chair for Kushina, As she nodded in appreciation and settled into her seat, he strategically positioned his own chair closer.
While making herself comfortable, Kushina discreetly adjusted the fabric of her qipao to ensure her legs were appropriately covered. However, the low-rise hotpants she wore allowed only so much concealment. With each movement as she took her seat, the shorts rode up slightly, resembling some of her more modest panties, leaving her legs exposed from the side. Both the Daimyo and Yumeki, standing behind his boss, couldn't help but catch a fleeting glimpse of her legs, a sight that also captivated other men whose attention was also fixated on the enticing redhead. Noticing the problem immediately, she quickly crossed her legs and carefully pulled material of qipao to cover her legs completely, this time much to men’s hidden frustration.

“Yesterday, we had an official meeting about our concerns for our deal with Konoha. Kushina-san had been quite patient and listened to our concerns. She even noted and acknowledged some of the problems. I believe by talking things through, we can reach any solution.”

The gathered men nodded, and some even cheered, but the majority had their eyes on the scantily clad redhead, while most men would have controlled themselves, with Daimyo leading from the front, they all just followed their leader in looking unabashedly at the redhead.

“While I may have a disagreement, after the meeting, I reconsidered our discussions. So if Kushina-san can get Konoha to alleviate our concerns, I have no problem with the deal,” the Minister of Trade added.

“Yeah, I too think we should give Kushina-san some time to handle the issues we have presented to her. I trust Daimyo-sama, and if he vouches for Kushina-san to consider resolving our issues, I will support it.” This was a Noble named Takamura, and she recognized that these two were quite vocal in raising their voices against the deal, so the sudden change in attitude was highly suspicious to her.

“Well, I too concur with my friends. We have waited so long; what's a little more time? I too agree we should give Kushina-san ample time to solve the issues we have presented.” This was the Minister of Law and Kushina recognized him as well as one of the more loud voices against agreement with Konoha and the Fire Country. Kushina glanced sideways at the Daimyo, quite surprised at the turn of events. ‘What did he do?’ she thought.

Soon, other nobles from yesterday's meeting also started to agree, and she looked at Daimyo, who was smiling at the gathering with a drink in his hand. ‘What is happening?’ she thought, not quite ready for the turn of events.

“Excellent, my friends, it seems we have reached an agreement. We shall believe in Kushina-san and hope she can get the Konoha administration to understand our concerns. I’m sure she would do an excellent job. She did show me she’s excellent at what she does yesterday,” Daimyo added at the end, his true thoughts hidden behind his charming disposition. ‘Yeah, you showed me how hot and fuckable you truly are and I won’t forget those soft mamaeries in my hand from last night. You are worth the effort to conquer.’ he thought as there was clapping from all the attendees.

“Well, if that's all, everyone here is free to enjoy drinks and the party. If you have something to discuss with Kushina-san, feel free to approach her. She will listen to you all,” Daimyo added with a smirk.

As there were murmurs in the crowd with people picking drinks and snacks, Kushina turned to Daimyo. “What just happened? What did you do, Ryuki-san?” she asked.

She could hardly believe what she had just seen. The day before, she had been locked up for hours with all those guys who kept arguing with her and being such a headache. And now those same guys had had a flip of almost 180-degree change of attitude, happy to continue the negotiations with konoha and giving her time to deal with issues. And all without her having done anything or said a single thing.

“I will tell you later, haha. For now, enjoy the party,” he replied, amused at her surprised reaction.

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"That just didn't happen, did it?" Hana exclaimed as they observed the unfolding events of the meeting.

"My idiot of a husband just sold our country," Aiko uttered, her mouth agape in disbelief.

"And we assisted him by making that redhead slut even more irresistible," added Himari, almost gnashing her teeth in a way that a lady should not do.

"He ruined everything. By giving her time, that slut will now make everyone dance to her tunes," Aiko seethed, marching with determined strides toward the gathering.

"Aiko-sama?" Hana inquired, her curiosity evident.

"I need to pull my husband out and give him a piece of my mind, he ruined everything" Aiko declared with fiery determination.

"Wait, my husband is there too. Let me teach that cock-brained bastard a lesson as well," Hana declared, following in the footsteps of the Daimyo's wife.

"That could have gone better," mused Himari. "Thank kami-sama my anata is not here; he is even weak willed than those two," she muttered under her breath, expressing relief

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Ryuki looked at Kushina, who was standing a few steps away from him, talking with one of the merchants about supplying his rare artefacts to Konoha. His eyes trailed the exposed skin of her thighs as he licked his lips, The hotpants remained in their ridden-up position, a detail that seemed to escape Kushina's notice as she continued her discussion. He had seen her naked yesterday, but having her within reachable distance and not acting was damn frustrating. ‘What a tease she is, but the pleasure, when it comes of having her, will be all the more unforgettable,’ he thought.

Ryuki was pleased with himself, more than pleased, if he had to say the meeting had gone perfectly. And the icing on the cake had been seeing Kushina dress so provocatively. He didn't know what his wife did, but he surely loved the results. His mind was already formulating plans on what to make the redhead wear next. Today's events had shown him that the redhead was definitely changed from last time, and he was loving those changes. He still didn't know for sure if the morning spilling accident was perpetrated or really an accident, but he loved seeing the stoic redhead bitch all flustered. ‘It was definitely perpetrated. Yumeki, I think,’ he looked at his head captain. ‘While I hope he doesn't take any more such risks, that was well executed. Still, I will have to talk with him,’ he further thought.

‘The plan is going smoothly. Now, she and Konoha will realize my value in dealing with my country. I can make her dependent on me so she can't take any action without consulting me first, I would make the bitch so dependable on me that she will beg for everything,’ he thought, forming an image of Kushina writhing in pleasure under him.

His musings were cut short as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulders. All thoughts of the redhead drained from his mind as he saw the stern expression of his wife. His excitement disappeared, and so did his hardness.

“Anata, can we talk for a moment?” Aiko whispered in a cold, measured tone and turned away before he could reply.

“What does the wretch want this time?” he thought as he stood up and walked behind his wife.

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As Kushina gracefully engaged with trader after trader, maintaining a pleasant smile, a mild headache began to gnaw at her temples. The majority of the traders sought fewer restrictions on their caravans and materials when entering the Fire Country. Many even offered her their products with hopeful expressions, placing them on the nearest table which already had gifts prior to moving to this spot.

"Kushina-sama, I have the finest silk from the Silk District here. Care to adorn yourself with the best?" Another merchant approached, bearing a gift in his hands.

"Thank you," she replied graciously, accepting the silk and placing it on the table. As she turned to face him, she realized his gaze lingered on her, “Yes I will look for ways to make trade between Konoha and this village easier” she replied for the nth time today.

"Thank you, Kushina-sama. You are beautiful, and I hope you wear my silk. I would be forever obliged," he expressed, his words carrying a hint of lust that left Kushina feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

She wasn't given time to think as another merchant approached "Kushina-sama, my company produces the most exquisite perfumes. A scent as alluring as you deserves only the best," the merchant spoke , presenting a small, exquisite-looking perfume bottle.

Again, she expressed gratitude, placing the perfume on the table. “Thank you ” she replied "Yes, I would look for ways to make trade between Konoha and this village easier ” she added, a rehearsed response by now.

The man nodded, his gaze unabashedly trailing up and down her form, a gesture that prompted an internal frown from Kushina as she maintained her outward composure. But she could feel the heat at her core rising, causing her to try not to squirm more.

She turned to see the Daimyo, who had moved behind his wife to another corner as another merchant approached.

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After dealing with more merchants, Kushina sat on the chair, awaiting any more nobles or merchants who wished to talk with her. The table nearby was heaped with gifts she had received. As she contemplated a few minutes of silence, a couple of young men approached her. Noticing their outfits, they seemed to be young nobles.

"How about we find a quiet corner, and I show you what a real man can do?" one of them boldly stated. Before she could reply, the other added.

"You're too pretty to be wasted on just one man. How about you join me and my friend for a night you won't forget?" the second one added with a lecherous grin and a suggestive gesture.

“What?” she asked again.

“You,” the first young man pointed at her,

“Us,” then he gestured to himself and his friend,

“one night, BANG BANG.” he ended up clapping his fist on the other hand.

“What did you say?” She spoke in a mixture of disbelief, irritation and indignation. It was almost as if the temperature around her dropped as much as her anger rose.

“Come on, one night? We will pay an A-rank mission rate. Come on, think, just one night, and you get paid for A rank mission,” the second man spoke.

“Yeah, and if you are good, we will even double pay. Maybe call our friends and give you more contracts, how about it?” the first one added trying to sweeten the deal, not realizing the danger they were in.

“Jin, Yami, what are you two doing?” a man’s voice caught their attention.

The first man tsked. “Tou-san,” the young man spoke. The man who intervened was none other than the Minister of Trade.

“Kushina-san, this is my son Yami and my nephew Jin. Please forgive whatever crap they were spurting,” the minister apologized. “They are still young and have much to learn.” he spoke, giving the young men a withering glare as he pulled them away from her.

“What the hell was even that?” she muttered as the minister pulled away, her temper still high on receiving such an offer. “Do they think I'm a whore? Hmp, spoiled noble brats.”

A part of her anger dissipated as she watched the gifts on the table. “I got more than what Konoha wanted. They better be grateful.”

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After the young men were pulled away, Kushina stood by the pool, exchanging pleasantries with the occasional merchant, a voice disrupted her thoughts.

"Uzumaki-san," Gato's voice cut through the ambient air. As she turned she noticed his gaze predatory as it roamed over her curves.

Her blood boiled at the sight of him, a wave of disdain washing over her and for a moment she didn't care if it showed on her face. Yet, she stifled the urge to lash out, and maintained composure to avoid causing any commotion. "What do you want?" she spoke, her tone sharp and dry, without much excitement, but tinged with irritation at his unwelcome intrusion. She felt his gaze affecting her more than any other till now, and the discomfort it brought made her skin crawl.

‘Keep calm, Kushina. Don’t kill him’ she thought.

" I come in peace, Uzumaki-san, and also I apologise for my earlier remarks. It's my fault for not recognizing Akai Chishio no Habanero," Gato spoke outwardly, while internally, he thought, "Arrogant bitch, but certainly a hot one. Oh, how I want women like her in my talent pool. I wonder if Konoha would send her to me, Oh, how I'd love to see her squirm beneath me.” he thought.

Suppressing a surge of revulsion, Kushina forced herself to listen, maintaining a facade of indifference. "State your business," she retorted, her voice laced with thinly veiled disdain.

"Well, to be blunt then, I am a rich man looking for opportunities. I am expanding my business all over the Elemental Nations. The Fire Country is a big market and has been good for business and trades. Do you think I could bring my business there?” he spoke looking in her eyes then raking over her voluptuous form in this scantily clad outfit. “I doubt the Daimyo would miss his chance to increase his wealth” he continued his voice laid with all the butteriness.

“Maybe I can even bring my show to Konoha or Fire court, They would certainly enjoy a spectacular show. " he added his tone dripping with lecherous intent, triggering Kushina's anger as she thought about how he used kunoichis as mermaids.

"The Fire Country has the best shinobis and kunoichis around, and the Daimyo recognizes this and respects those who protect him. Bringing your business there is an insult to that. The Fire Daimyo will never approve of it. Stay away from the Fire Nation and Konoha." She remarked placing her arms across her bust which made her figure even more alluring.

"And how do you know? My mermaids put on a show that has captivated everyone who has looked at them. Maybe the Fire Daimyo and his entire court will be so impressed that he will ask his kunoichi to do the same for them. I heard Konoha kunoichis are very talented with beauty to match," he spoke, looking her up and down. For the first time in today's meeting she truly felt exposed under his intrusive gaze.

"Kunoichi are not meant for entertainment. They are warriors willing to give their lives to defend their country. A tycoon like you with no shinobi background wouldn't understand. Kunoichi are not playthings," she spoke firmly, defending the honor of her fellow kunoichi and rejecting Gato's audacious proposals.

"Why berate me when I provide these kunoichi with food and shelter, keeping them away from needless risks? I have taken in renegade kunoichis whose villages abandoned them, and other villageless kunoichis after their homes were devastated in the war. Some even hail from prestigious villages, ones like the hidden Mist village which is under civil war. They willingly use their talents and bodies for my business. What's wrong if they find purpose and security in serving me?" Gatou spoke visibly confident in what he was saying.

"Many of them have told me how grateful they are to me for getting them out of those difficult times. There are even more than a few who have begged me to give them jobs and allow them to perform in one of those "degrading" shows as you call them." The tycoon's smile was evident as he noticed that the redhead was not expecting that.

He continued with his speech "Should I turn all you unfortunate women away and kick their asses back to the street just because you don't like it?" he asked shrugging his shoulders with a haughty look on his face

"That..." Kushina paused, as that was not what she wanted for them.

"Also, how can you speak of the pride of kunoichi when they themselves reveal too much? I've heard that kunoichi have missions where they must use their sex appeal to accomplish their goals, and they even use it in battle when things get tough. My business does the same without risking their lives," he remarks, then he looks at her. "Didn't you change from your conservative office outfit to this exquisite one? Your current one, isn’t this showing too much ? Aren't you sauntering all over this place" he continued.

Kushina is left speechless, grappling with the troubling justification. As if her change from her professional business suit for this one was a reaffirmation of his words.

"Besides, I saw you flaunting your body to all those nobles, their sons and wives. Don't take me for a fool. I know what you were doing. I know you're using your sex appeal to gain favours, and it seems to be working as now all the nobles seem really keen on working with you, didn't they agree to give you more time?" he continues, this time undressing her with his words.

"What? That's not true. We are all working together to keep the country stable. It's nothing like that; this outfit adheres to the standards of this meeting. I see noble ladies wearing similar attire. Don't try to equate me with your perverse ways." She snapped, not liking how he tried to make it seem like she was in the same boat as him.'The change in the hot spring country's stance was due to my role as Konoha's ambassador and Ryuki-san's cooperation. Not because of my…. change of clothes,’ she thought, unable to suppress a tiny trace of doubt.

"And what do you mean I was flaunting my body? I'm a married woman; that is beneath me," she continued, vehemently denying his allegations.

"Hah, yeah right. That's why you wore that dress that made every eye turn towards you." Gato added as he enjoyed how he got under her skin. "Yeah, you still deny it. Look at yourself and tell me, what is the difference between you and my kunoichis? You are doing almost the same thing, using your looks, body, and charm. Remove those shorts of yours you would basically even look the same." he added with a smirk as he looked at her exposed thighs and hotpants.

She wanted to jump on him and slash his throat there and then but controlled herself, frustrated, she turns and leaves, perturbed by the unsettling logic he presents. As she walks away, he adds, "Yeah,runaway; I have seen through your facade." His words linger, echoing in her mind.

She turns to see him nonchalantly jumping into the waters after discarding his shirt, calling his girls as a couple of girls now dressed in bikinis come and join him in the waters, cuddling with him, letting themselves be touched and even seemed to be flirting with him as if they were his, this in turn gained the gathered men’s attention.
She even saw one of Gatou’s kunoichi, the one she had seen earlier in the fish tank as a mermaid, wearing a similar outfit as hers, albeit more revealing. The vibrant blue qipao-styled top had a plunging neckline, exposing most of her cleavage and breasts barely hiding her modesty, and it barely reached mid-thighs with minimalist flappers, exposing all of her legs. She hadn't worn any shorts, and Kushina could barely make out strings on her waist, signifying she was wearing something underneath at least.

Doubt creeps into her thoughts. 'Am I really like those kunoichis?' Her mind delves into a comparison as she sees herself, realizing that both she and the mermaid kunoichis earlier were scantily clad, albeit to varying degrees.

'But this indeed attracted attention. Everyone was drawn to me after I put on this outfit’ she thought. ‘Was it really because of my looks?’

'It feels good, doesn't it? So what if he is right? We can use every tool we've got for the mission, right?' Her naughty voice almost reinstated what Gatou had implied. 'Besides, we got the deal, didn't we? At least some time to handle issues, didn't we?' the voice continued, trying to rationalise the events. ‘Even if you don't want to admit that our beauty and this attire played an important role.’

'Yeah, it's nothing like that. We are not like them. Those kunoichis dressed willingly, and they did it for their own benefit, meanwhile we did it for the sake of Konoha, and it's the outfit approved by noble ladies. It may look the same but it isn’t the same. So, it's not like that at all,' her moral voice counters. Kushina found some peace with that logic

"Yeah, this outfit is approved by the ladies themselves,” she muttered.

“Kushina-san,” Ryuki's sudden appearance was a welcome surprise.

“I see you are done with meeting my nobles and merchants. I even saw you talking to Gato-san.” Seeing her face frown as he mentioned Gatou, he added, “I know he is a scum type, but we, as leaders, have to maintain cordial relations with them. We can't do much about foreign traders and dignitaries, can we?”

As she nodded in agreement with his logic, he continued, “Ignore whatever he said; I will deal with him my way. We are almost done here. So, do you want to talk with anyone else?” he asked.

“No, I think I’m done,” Kushina replied, relieved that she wouldn’t have to speak with anyone else. She wanted to get out of this outfit as soon as possible.

“Where’s Aiko-san?” she asked.

At the mention of his wife, the Daimyo frowned, recalling the recent argument they had. She accused him of selling the country and thinking with his "little head." He had to admit, at least internally, that he might think with his "little head" at times, but he would never sell his country. Today, she almost ruined his plans. Thankfully, she made up for it by turning the redhead into the perfect eye candy, even if unknowingly.

“Ah, she had to go back to the palace. But she wished you well and told me to escort you to your quarters,” he lied.

“Oh, okay,” she knew he was lying but didn't pry. She wanted to contact Aiko and get changed into her old outfit, but it would be odd to say that to Ryuki now. ‘Well, I can endure a bit more,’ she thought.

Looking at the table filled with a heap of gifts, he smirked. “Oh, you got lots of gifts. You already have lots of fans among my citizens, it seems.” She nodded as his eyes landed on the anklets on her feet. “Wow, they really look pretty on you,” he spoke. 'Oh, how I would want something similar but around your neck with a leash, marking you as my own,' he thought, his expression taking on a more sinister edge.

“Thank you, Ryuki-san,” she replied.

“Good. I will ask my servants to send them to your quarters. Now that we've got some time on the agreement, we can talk about some more pointers that can be added to the agreement.” Daimyo spoke as he led her towards the exit of the rotenburo, proud to showcase her as some kind of trophy to his people as she walked beside him. ‘I couldn’t have imagined this was possible if I thought about it during her last visit. Who would have thought this stoic woman, granted she is every bit as stoic as in the past, would walk beside me so scantily clad? I will give my wife some gift; she does deserve something, doesn't she? Now I have this reserved hot bitch walking with me basically in my arms. It turns me on more to know she doesn't like it. I can see it on her face. Now everyone will see how I have trained her,’ he thought, fully aware of how his servants perceived him. They thought he had failed to get the redhead last time, and now this would at least shatter that image.
'They would now think she has succumbed to me,' he thought as a haughty smirk formed on his lips.

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As soon as they walked out of the rotenburo, Kushina registered her position. Inside, there might have been a hundred, maybe two hundred people at most. However, as she stepped out of the closed arena, she realized almost the entire capital was present. This was a festival, and it was at peak hours seeing it was almost evening, making it more crowded than when she had arrived.

'I had forgotten I would have to walk through the crowd,' she thought, becoming contemplative about her outfit. 'What would they think?' she pondered further. 'I hope my shinobis don't see me. Oh my god, what if the news reaches Konoha?' the concern turned in her mind.

'What are you ashamed of? We look fabulous. And doesn't that attention excite you?' the naughty voice grinned.

As she walked out alongside the daimyo, immediately all attention was on her as people parted their ways for them. She could feel the hotpants now, really digging into her pussy lips with each step. The eyes of every person trailed on her form as she walked, drawing detailed attention from almost everyone. The qipao hugged her curves, emphasizing the swell of her breasts and the contour of her hips. The low-rise hotpants clung snugly to her, showcasing almost all of her legs with each of her steps. She could feel her nipples getting harder and more dampness and heat in the hotpants with each step.

Amidst the intrusive gazes, she couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts from Gato's earlier conversation. 'Was he right? Am I attracting attention due to this outfit?' The doubts fueled by Gato's words added a layer of uncertainty to her already conflicted thoughts.

'Well, he also said we would be equal to his kunoichis if we walked without these hotpants. Should we remove these? They are itchy anyways. It would be way hotter than yesterday's walk,' the inner voice added with a chuckle. For a moment, she contemplated the thought, imagining the sensation of walking bottomless dressed just in this high-slitted qipao amidst the crowd.

'What am I doing?' she shook her head, dismissing the provocative idea as quickly as it had surfaced. The thought made her certainly feel more aroused, Her pulse beat a little faster at the thought of walking through that crowd bottomless in this high slit qipao only. She could feel her nipples hardening and her hotpants getting more damp and moist.

'I can't believe I'm doing this. What will they say about the deputy Hokage parading like this?' she thought.

“Kushina-san, would you like to visit some stalls?” The daimyo's voice brought her attention to her surroundings. She realized she had been absentmindedly walking beside him. ‘I can't let this get to me. I can't control what they see or think. But I can't show weakness,’ she thought. Clearing her mind, which was kind of hard given the moistness in her hotpants and how they kept rubbing and digging on her core.

“I think I have seen enough, Ryuki-san. It would be bothersome for people if VIPs show stall to stall,” she spoke, adding her reason. ‘I would have loved to, but I can't, at least not dressed like this,’ she thought.

“Well, let me know if anything catches your eyes then. We can visit it. But I would like to take you to an exquisite tea stall nearby. It's one of the best here. And we can talk about some future agreement points about our village as well,” he said.

While she wanted to deny him and do nothing but go to quarters and change, she knew it was wrong of her to decline. However, she had no intention of staying in this outfit more than necessary. “We can, but can we please do it tomorrow or maybe evening? I have a schedule with my shinobis,” she lied. ‘I hope he accepts; I don't want to garner any more attention,’ she thought.

‘Come on, chill, it feels so good to have so many eyes on us. Who knows when we get such an opportunity again. We will not be able to enjoy this audience when we return to Konoha, we have to take advantage of this opportunity!’ the naughty voice spoke as Kushina tried to ignore it.

“Of course, Kushina-san, let's head to your quarters then,” Daimyo replied with a smile. ‘She still denies me, what a bitch. I will remember this’ he thought.

“Thanks for understanding, Ryuki-san,” she replied genuinely as the man nodded.

“What a spoilsport,” her inner voice muttered.

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As Kushina walked with Daimyo through the streets of the festival, people became more curious, her change of outfit quite evident, which garnered a lot of attention. People became curious, and when people are curious, they talk.

"Look at her, strutting like she owns the place. High-class whore, maybe? She got that change in looks from lady to slut down in hours," a woman muttered, glaring at her husband, pulling him away.

“In the end, she is like all kunoichis. I knew it; she had some hidden agenda; her true colors are coming out,” another woman muttered to her friend.

“I like the outfit; it's bold. Everyone has choices. And she looks so beautiful in it. I mean, if she has the body, why not flaunt it?,” the woman replied to her friend.

"She's got daimyo-sama smirking; he knows what's up. Wonder if they've got a secret arrangement. I bet he's getting it tonight. Finally, getting his long forbidden desire," a male muttered.

"She's got Ryuki-sama wrapped around her little finger, but who could blame Daimyo-sama," another muttered as he saw Ryuki stealing glances at the redhead.

"Hehhe, she looks like the type who'd enjoy some real naughty fun. A freak in the sheets, maybe?" a guy muttered with a pervy chuckle.

"Damn, did you see her? The dress is practically begging to be ripped off. I so much envy Ryuki-sama now," a voice added.

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Some of the comments were heard by Kushina as she walked by, her keen hearing having caught the words.

"Damnnn, did you see her? Damn, so hot," a male muttered while taking a deep breath.

"Look at her, acting all innocent. We know what she's really after," another comment came to her ear. ‘What are they talking about?’ she thought.

"This isn't a fashion show; it's an invitation. Bet she's got a naughty side," another voice added.

‘Hehe, I’m here, ain't I? Dattebane?’ the naughty voice spoke in her head.

"Those shorts are almost like panties; she could even go without them," another muttered with hidden innuendo, this one hitting Kushina as it was so close to the truth. Her face flushed red. ‘Oh, they know; these hotpants are basically my panties as I’m indeed commando beneath,’ she thought as her face colored red, her arousal increasing.

“These comments are so good; they are exhilarating,” her naughty voice purred.

"She looks like a slut in that dress, but damn, she rocks it," another voice spoke.

‘Do I really? Weren't ladies wearing similar outfits too?’ Kushina thought.

‘Of course not; they don't understand. They are jealous of successful women,’ her inner voice added.

"I heard she's got a reputation. Maybe she's out here advertising kunoichis or is promoting something else," a voice spoke in mystery.

"She's got the whole package – legs, tits, and that ass. It's like a feast for the eyes, and she's certainly using them right. I wonder…." another commented, making Kushina flush.

Each passing comment made her more aroused, much to her mortification. ‘Why is this trip to the quarters so long?’ she thought.

Unbeknownst to her, Daimyo was purposefully taking her via a longer route to quarters to make her parade with him. He wanted everyone in the capital to see her in this dress beside him. ‘You had insulted me last time. You insulted me again today. Serves you right,bitch’ he thought and grinned internally as he too heard some of the comments.

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Neko, one of Kushina’s personal ANBU guards, was standing on one of the roofs, watching perimeters. Her team was nearby. They were elite ANBU gaurds of Hokage, after all.

She was scandalized. “Kushina-sama,” she muttered as she saw Kushina coming out. For a moment, her eyes couldn't believe seeing Kushina-sama dressed like that. She had even tried to check if she had been under a genjutsu. ‘Why is she wearing that?’ she thought, having never seen the redhead in such a provocative outfit.

‘She definitely isn't forced.’ Such an idea was laughable.

A whistle caught her attention, and she saw Goat coming towards her.

“Wow, did you see Kushina-sama?” As Neko nodded, Goat let out a whistle.

“Damn, she is something else, huh? Man, she's totally rocking that outfit,” he spoke, causing a twitch of eyebrows behind her mask on Neko's face.

“Go to your spot. Do your job,” Neko spoke sternly, irritated by Goat's behaviour. ‘Men are so stupid. I’m sure Kushina-sama had some solid reasoning for wearing this outfit,’ she thought.

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As Kushina strolled through the festival grounds alongside the Daimyo, her attire caused quite a stir among the shinobi present. Clad in a striking Qipao that hugged her curves and paired with daring hotpants, she exuded a confidence that demanded attention. The unexpected sight of their esteemed leader in such bold attire left the shinobi astounded, their surprise palpable in their wide-eyed gazes and hushed whispers.

“Damn, did you catch a glimpse of Kushina-sama? Kami forbid, but I'm practically salivating at the thought of fucking her now,” Ayuba, a spirited chunin, couldn't help but blurt out.

"Shhh, watch what you say! She's married to Yondaime-sama, for heaven's sake. You're playing with fire," Touka, spoke

“So what if she's married? The Yondaime Hokage is hardly ever around. He'd rather gallivant outside the village than spend time at home with his smoking hot wife. If I were him, I'd be pounding her day and night like she deserves,” Ayumi retorted with a sly chuckle, drawing nervous laughter from their group.

“Did you guys catch what Souske said earlier? He claimed that our deputy looked even hotter when she was an active kunoichi,” Toimeki, a genin spoke

"No way, really? She still looks hot as hell now. I can't even begin to imagine how stunning she must have been back then," Baku, another genin, said.

"It's true, I've been on missions with her, and damn, she was a major distraction. She looked every bit as fuckable then, and now, it's even better," Souske, a veteran shinobi, confessed with a knowing smirk, recalling his past mission with Kushina.

“Yeah, her tits are even bigger now I believe. They were already big before, but now? I swear, I can't stop fantasizing about burying my face in them. I even dreamed about it last night, and let me tell you, it was mind-blowing,” Hiroko, another seasoned veteran, added with a lascivious grin.

“Hah, she probably wouldn't even feel your tiny dick. She looks like she's into guys with something big to offer,” Ren, a cocky chunin, teased with a smirk, prompting a round of chuckles from their group.

“You can all keep dreaming. None of us stand a chance with her,” Yuuto, a pragmatic chunin, chimed in, rolling his eyes at their fantasies.

“You're just bitter because you didn't have the guts to make a move when you had the chance when we were gennins, isn’t you?. Damn, if I had known back then that she would become the hottie she is now, rest assured that she would have been on her knees, begging and sucking my dick” Yukihiro, a boastful chunin, boasted, earning an incredulous look from Yuuto.

“Haha, I'd pay good money to see her put you in your place,” Yuuto chuckled, shaking his head at Yukihiro's bravado.

“Man, imagine for a second. I said, Imagine!!” Souske spoke, seeing Yuuto about to interrupt. “Just imagine if she embraced the seductive nature of kunoichis. This war would be concluded soon. I bet we would sweep through the elemental nations,” he added with a grin.

“No doubt about that. She is a damn weapon. I don't know why the Hokage hasn't used it,” Yukihiro added.

“He has laid claim to the weapon and then laid it low, almost hiding it from everyone. He doesn't even use it, what a waste,” Ayumi added.

“Man, Yondaime-sama should at least allow Konoha to use it if he's not using this weapon. I can totally believe we would lay waste to every nation if she, along with Tsunade-sama and other kunoichis, came to the front lines,” Ren added with a pervy grin.

“Totally, and hopefully we get some taste of weapons of mass destruction too,” Hiroko spoke with an equally lecherous grin.

"Imagine the advantage Konoha would have if she used her allure to gather intel from enemy spies. We'd be steps ahead of them at all times!" Souske added, his cheeks flushed red as he looked at the sky with a foolish grin. He continued, "Not to mention, imagine the chaos she could unleash if she used her seductive prowess on the battlefield? We'd have the enemy surrendering in no time!" He then looked at everyone with a big grin. “Imagine if she danced for us before every battle; our troops would be so motivated,” he chuckled.

“Damn, Sousuke-san, your imaginations are wild and can almost give Jiraiya-sama a run for his money,” Ayumi added, capturing the sentiments of every man present as they imagined Souske’s words with Kushina playing the role of an scantily clad seducing kunoichi .

“Man, with your thoughts, I bet none of us could look at her face again without these thoughts playing in our minds,” Ren spoke, as the group nodded.

“Yeah, man, it would save us trouble, and we could be at home,” Yuto said in a forlorn expression. “But guys still shouldn't speak like this,” he added.

Amidst the lascivious remarks, there were also admirers of Kushina's bold fashion choice among the kunoichis in other parts of the shinobi area.

“Wow, look at Kushina-sama, the epitome of elegance and sex appeal all rolled into one. She can effortlessly switch from classy to smoking hot in the blink of an eye,” Tatsuki, a chunin with a keen eye for fashion, remarked admiringly.

“I now understand why she's my idol. She's a true trendsetter,” Misaki, another kunoichi gushed out..

“She looks absolutely flawless in everything she wears. It's like she was born to command attention,” Haruka, yet another kunoichi who idolised Kushina, sighed dreamily, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Do you think I should try-on one of those too?" asked Imaki, a chunnin in her early twenties, curiously.

“Sure. I want one too. I’m sure my boyfriend will love see me in one of those” Misaki reply in agreement

"Let's find out which store made that outfit!" Tatsuki spoke with determination to her colleagues.

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As they neared her quarters, Kushina visibly relaxed. She could see even her shinobi taking a double take on her outfit. ‘I guess it's no use hiding,’ she thought.

‘Ara I love their expressions’ the naughty voice in her head giggled.

The dampness and burning feeling in her hotpants had increased tenfold in the past few minutes.

“By the way, thank you for making your nobles agree to give the new agreement a chance,” she spoke in a genuine tone.

“Ah, mah mah, Kushina-san, it was all you. They saw how genuine you were dealing with this country's merchants and traders. They seemed to be happy that you wanted to hear them out. I just collected their voices and announced what they wanted,” he spoke, buttering her up. ‘It was that and how you looked; they didn't want any other ambassador but you now, hehe,’ he thought.

‘See?, it wasn't your dress that got the agreement; it was you dealing with merchants. It was our work ethics and sincere attitude that got the deal,’ her moral voice spoke, making Kushina feel a bit better.

‘But the dress did help somewhat, right?’ the naughty voice supplied.

“Well, thank you for believing in me then. I will make sure to raise your concerns in Konoha as well,” Kushina replied, ignoring the naughty voice.

“Well, thank you too,” Ryuki supplied.

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While Kushina was walking back with Daimyo, Yumeki wasn’t idle. He had been regrettably pulled away by some nobles during the meeting for some security-related tasks. Once he was done, he rushed back to the venue to get a glimpse of the redhead again. ‘She was looking so fuckable in that outfit,’ he thought.

But to his bad luck, the redhead had already left. He was disappointed. But then a thought came to his mind, and that's why he was here, in the women’s changing room with a female servant's company.

“Are you sure that is alright, Yumeki-sama?” the female servant asked.

“Of course it is; you can confirm with Ryuki-sama,” he said, invoking the daimyo’s name. He was currently in the changing room where Kushina had changed.

“I was ordered by Aiko-sama to send all these to the kunoichi leader,” the servant said as she saw Yumeki bundling all outfits, including that Kushina had worn while coming here.

“Of course, that is what I will do. You can confirm with Aiko-sama as well,” Yumeki lied. He knew the servant wouldn't confirm, and there is no way anyone would check if these clothes made it back to Kushina or not. It was a win-win for him. He internally grinned, having found another complete outfit of the redhead bitch. The last outfit was good fun and was gone for ‘cleaning’ after he was done with the whore he fucked dressed in it.

‘I wonder if she will ever know what we did with her outfit. Will she wear the same underwear again when they are returned to her?’ he thought as he placed all outfits in a small bag.

“This is everything right?” he asked the servant.

“Yes,” the servant replied.

“Good, I will take care of it, sending them to Uzumaki-sama. You can tell that to Aiko-sama if you want,” he said, feeling bitter, taking the name of the redhead bitch with so much respect. ‘They will be returned once we have had some fun with them’ he thought

He then made his way out of the women’s changing room .

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“Thanks for inviting me to the party, Ryuki-san, and again, thanks for the support in the meeting.” She spoke to the Daimyo as she stood before the doors.

"It was my pleasure Kushina-san, thanks for coming on such short notice as well. I will send for a servant with our next appointment, Kushina-san," he said loudly so everyone in the vicinity could hear.

She nodded as she saw a few shinobis look at her and then at the Daimyo with curious expressions. She ignored them for now. She didn't hear the hushed whispers nor the silent whistles from some brave shinobis who dared to appreciate her swinging ass as she turned her back.

As the Daimyo left, she walked back to the doors of her quarters and nodded at Neko, who had jumped and kneeled in front of her as she approached her quarters. Sensing that Neko might have some questions, Kushina sighed and spoke, "It was a long day, Neko. I will explain later."

The female Anbu nodded.

‘Finally, it's over,’ she thought, as she opened the doors and went inside her quarters, closing the doors behind her, leaving a few curious onlookers behind.

As Kushina slipped into the privacy of her room, she quickly discarded her heels. A surge of urgency propelled her toward the washroom. However, her attention was abruptly captured by the full-length mirror on the wall capturing her attention. She halted, fixating on her own reflection. A faint flush adorned her face as her naughty inner voice chimed in.

‘We look good, don't you think? Look at how these slits show so much of our legs and I love how this qipao hugs and brings out our ass.’ the naughty voice's words echoed inside her.

‘Dressing up like this was humiliating. It made some people see me as some kind of prostitute. And it made me look foolish and hypocritical in front of that midget Gatou’ Kushina’s moral voice to that perverted voice.

'Maybe but you have to admit that part of it made it exciting.' chuckled the perverted voice in her head again 'We always dress so formally and reserved, It's befitting of what would be expected of a Hokage. Keeping our image of something respectable. But this time it was the opposite. We showed up in this daring sexy attire that made the men look at us differently. They didn't care about politics or treaties, only about flirting and talking with us and admiring our beauty. It was so liberating' the voice lascivious with happiness and excitement as she spoke loudly and often.

'Of course it wasn't like that...' Moral voice again quipped and Kushina too agreed, a little annoyed that that part of her kept insisting that all the good treatment today was because of her clothes. But also a little put off by the idea of it being true.

Staring at herself, she couldn't help but agree with her naughty self. Memories flooded her mind, recalling the numerous attempts men made to engage with her, seeking her attention. The echoes of compliments from various nobles and merchants lingered, and she found herself doing a few turns and twirls in front of the mirror, scrutinizing how much she had exposed herself throughout the day.

Then, her mind echoed the words of Gato, "What is the difference between you and my kunoichis? You are doing almost the same thing, using your looks, body, and charm. Remove those shorts of yours, and you would basically even look the same."

"Am I really the same?" she pondered, her eyes fixating on the hotpants and comparing herself to that Gatou kunoichi who also wore a qipao albeit more exposing than hers 'If I took them off... would we have been the same?' She thought of looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes gazed to look at her legs and then upper thighs and imagined them without those shorts, feeling the dampness and a lingering warmth within them.

"I like his boldness; he may be a coward, but he is a bold one aint he?, not afraid to speak his mind. And didn't Hitomi once said midgets have big cocks? I wonder..."

“Shut it ” Kushina’s moral voice cut the train of her naughty voice before it gave rise to a mental image she did not want to have of that man.

‘Alright, alright, no talking about midgets, ’ the naughty voice spoke. ‘Come on, remove those. Let's see how we look without those,’ her inner voice purred.

'ugh... I still don't know where Hitomi got that information from. Maybe her Byakugan…'. Absently she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the hotpants. The fabric,she noticed , clung to her tightly. As she eased them down, a faint wetness became apparent – a testament to the arousal that had taken residence between her thighs. The realization sent a wave of heat through her, her face flushing even more. As snug fabric slides down her thighs, the cool air kisses her heated snatch, causing her to shiver in delight as she discards the garment, letting it fall to the floor.

As the hotpants pool at her feet, Kushina's eyes drift downward, her breath catching in her throat as she notices the telltale wetness that clings to the crotch area of fabric. The once pristine white material now bears the telltale signs of her arousal, the wet colour contrasting against the stark white dry colour . A flush of embarrassment floods her cheeks.

Her eyes land on the silver anklets on her feet and with that the memory of Merchant Watanabe putting the anklet on her while on his knees looking up at her legs hit her like bricks.

Panic flickered in her mind as she thought, "He didn't see those wet marks, did he?" Her face reddened with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

'That would have been so hot,' her inner voice muttered, stirring a conflicted sensation within her. The idea of exposing such intimacy to a complete stranger felt audacious, yet the arousal lingering between her thighs contradicted any reservations.

“No he couldn’t have, that was pretty early in the meeting. They couldn't get wet so fast at that time.” she tried to placate herself as her eyes wandered over her reflection. The Qipao-top with its waist high slits left her legs fully on display, the silhouette leaving little to the imagination. its flappers being the only thing that concealed whatever modesty she had left. She felt exposed yet somehow empowered.

Taking a few steps around in the room with her eyes on her reflection she noticed how flappers teased over her thighs with each step exposing her legs yet hiding her intimates.

‘Is this who I am?’ she questioned, her gaze fixated on the reflection that stared back. Pulling a stool she took a seat making sure the flappers of qipao hid the skin of her thighs as she crossed her legs. And she had mixed feelings when she noticed that the way she sat during that informal meeting left her more exposed than she thought 'This is how people saw me?’ She could feel her snatch getting more excited as she looked at herself. She could feel her nipples brushing against the fabric of the qipao top . Though she couldn't see them she could still make out the shape of her breasts clearly and slight poking of her nipples from over the fabric.

As she sat there Kushina's mind drifted back to the two young men who had approached her earlier. "Also, what nerve of those two spoiled brats, thinking of me as a whore," she thought.

"But that was wonderful, wasn't it? The young men were definitely attracted to us; they even put their lives on the line, knowing what would happen if they made such an offer. That shows we look exquisite and still got it, ain't it?" the naughty voice chimed in, its provocative tone stirring a mix of amusement and intrigue within Kushina.

A small smile played on her lips "They were probably fools who didn't know the consequences of their actions," Kushina mused.

The memory of their bold proposition stirred something within her, a subtle heat that lingered between her thighs. The idea of being desired and sought after, even if it came from naive individuals, had an undeniable appeal. As she sat there, the stool supporting her form, Kushina's fingers slid from her lap to her leg, absentmindedly tracing the ornate edge of the qipao flappers.

As the lingering arousal began to take hold looking at her reflection, Kushina's breath hitched as she uncrossed her legs, knees pointing at the mirror. She hesitated a moment before continuing, but that impulsive, addictive fire inside her encouraged her to continue.

Swallowing saliva, she slowly spread her legs apart, moving one knee away from the other, resting only with the tips of her toes on the carpeted floor.

Kushina saw her reflection, her legs spread wide. The inner side of her toned thighs that had been hidden by flappers were now in front of her eyes. She gazed down at her body until it reached her crotch, where her view was blocked by a frail looking rectangular flapper that was trying its hardest to hide her most private spot..

The thing was so close to her body. Outlining her figure so well around her waist and abdomen and almost sticking to it . She slowly pinched the side edge of the flapper, and pulled slowly to lift it up. She shuddered as the flappers were lifted, as she felt a new brush of cold air directly touching her core.

Pulling the front flappers of the qipao aside over her thigh to keep it out of the way, Kushina gasped as the glistening wetness between her thighs became evident.

Her face flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as her gaze fell upon her red wet, swollen pussy lips. "They're due to those tight hotpants," she thought.

‘Nah nah it's also because of all the attention, no one gets that wet just for a pair of tight pants. Admit that you loved showing off like that. we got and we loved every moment of it’ her inner voice added.

As her hand ventured lower, tracing the delicate strip of her red pubic hair over her now glistening slit, Kushina shuddered at the surge of arousal and heat that washed over her as her fingers touched her core.

As she pushed a finger inside her slit, With each touch, each caress, each push, she imagined the attention of those men upon her, their hungry gazes and eager whispers fueling her desire.

For a moment Kushina’s eyes flashed red. “Yeah give in to the desires,Let the flow you have been suppressing release and feel the freedom to let go.” The inner naughty voice encouraged her, urging her to embrace her sensuality and revel in the pleasure.

Lost in the moment, Kushina surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, her fingers dancing in and out of her slick folds with a newfound urgency. She imagined how Watanabe looked up at her legs. She imagined him seeing her without hotpants. His hands upon her, exploring her thighs with feverish desire.

‘We sure put on quite a show for that guy,’ purred the naughty voice with glee, injecting yet another vivid memory into her mind. ‘I mean, all he had to do was fasten these adorable accessories to our ankles, but he couldn't resist taking his sweet time admiring us,’ insinuated the lascivious part of her psyche, causing her to reminisce about how Watanabe had practically ogled her while kneeling before her. ‘He simply couldn't resist stealing those intimate glances. He even dared to go a step further, touching more than necessary,’ Kushina recollected, her thoughts drifting back to the moment when Watanabe's hands had trailed along the back of her calves with a mixture of admiration and excitement. So absorbed was he in caressing her legs that Kushina had to prompt him to react.

‘That was inappropriate. We should have put a stop to it. I can't believe I allowed a man who isn't Minato to touch us in such a manner,’ grumbled the moral voice in disapproval. Yet, Kushina couldn't shake off the memory of his hands, which had traced her legs and calves in an unexpectedly slow and intimate way. She had never permitted anyone other than Minato to touch her legs in such a manner before, yet she had merely stood there. The guilt gnawed at her, but it wasn't enough to deter his fingers then, Or her fingers right now as they moved in and out of her slick wet love hole.

"But there was something undeniably exhilarating about witnessing his actions. To have him on his knees before us, utterly captivated by our presence, tracing his fingers over our legs as if we were divine beings," exclaimed the lewd voice, revelling in the recollection. And with each passing moment, Kushina grew increasingly aroused and more wet, feeling empowered and alluring by the idea.

While Minato had done things like that before, but they were just role plays. a bit of seduction and foreplay before lovemaking. But what happened with Watanabe was so real that it provoked reactions and aspects of the Uzumaki that she didn't know she had.Liking that sense of power and empowerment that made her feel so dominant. She relished in the sense of authority and empowerment that came over her standing with one leg over a man while the other kneeling before her.
‘Do you think…’ her other hand hesitated, tentatively tracing a path across her stomach and down her body. "...do you think that tradition he mentioned is true?"

"Perhaps—" the moral voice began.

"Of course not!" The moral voice was again promptly overridden by the assertiveness of the lewd naughty one. ‘When have you ever heard of a tradition involving kneeling before a customer for good luck? It's clearly a feeble excuse to justify his desire to touch you.’ Despite the implication that they had been deceived and taken advantage of due to their ignorance of other countries' customs, it didn't repulse her; rather, it aroused her further.

‘Yeah...now that I think about it, it does sound like a flimsy excuse,’ Kushina agreed, her voice devoid of any real dismay as she pictured Watanabe resorting to such tactics just to fasten the anklets onto her ankles himself. "He must have been yearning to get closer to me, to go to such lengths, but it was good luck in a way as I got nobles to agree on the deal didn't I?" she mused as her second hand continued its descent, gliding through her pubic hair until it reached her clitoris.

‘And did you notice how focused he was while putting on the anklets...where was his attention directed?’ the naughty voice insinuated, conjuring images of that moment in Kushina's mind. Watanabe's eyes hadn't been fixated on the accessory he was fastening onto her ankle, nor were they on her exposed legs that he had been caressing so adoringly. Instead, they had been fixed on something beyond her raised thigh. He had been gazing...

"...under our dress," the realization sent a shiver down her spine, her breath quickening as her back arched and her eyes fluttered closed while her legs instinctively parted, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. "Oh Kami, did he really see our..." her breath hitched “...crotch?”

'Surely, what else could have made him so distracted and captivated all his attention?.' the naughty voice added, prompting Kushina to recall how she had to call his name multiple times to rouse him from his trance.

‘Aah, and we allowed it to happen twice!’ Kushina thought in horror and excitement, finally realising what she had done , imagining just how much of herself Watanabe must have seen. "How much could he have seen?" she pondered, her fingers of one hand vigorously rubbing against her clit while the fingers of the other plunged energetically in and out of her wet pussy.

"We can't jump to conclusions—" the moral voice was again cut off..

"Surely, he caught a glimpse of our soggy wet hotpants," the naughty voice interjected once more, drowning out the fading echoes of her moral voice. "Perhaps he's in his chamber now, his throbbing cock in hand, feverishly stroking himself while fantasizing about you. Can you picture it?"

Kushina certainly could. Ignoring the moral voice's feeble protests, she conjured a mental image of Watanabe, his hands wrapped around his hard, decent-sized cock, pumping furiously while moaning, "Kushina-sama! Kushina-sama!" as she kept thinking about that moment. Exactly the same way Kushina was doing using her fingers to reach her limit.

A sight that the Konoha kunoichi found simultaneously depraved, immoral, yet amusing and arousing.

‘And if we hadn't been wearing those shorts, he would have seen our dripping wet snatch..." That thought alone on Kushina's part made her have a small orgasm. She knew it was very wrong to think about showing her pussy to a man she didn't know, yet there was an undeniable allure to it. "By Kami, if we really did that would have been...".The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Kushina leaned back, leaving that sentence uncompleted as a wave of pleasure surged through her, rendering her speechless, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her back arched and eyes closed in and legs parted more as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

In the privacy of their quarters, Kushina surrendered herself to the intoxicating rhythm of her own pleasure. Every touch, every stroke sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. She trembled with anticipation as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations, getting lost in the experience.

“Aah ahah chum” she bit her lips to suppress her moans but it was becoming difficult. With soft suppressed moans continuously escaping her lips, Kushina abandoned herself to the pleasure, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate as she chased the elusive climax. Her hips rocked against her hand, seeking greater friction and stimulation, her arousal reaching a newer height, as juices now started to spill from her pussy lips drenching back of flappers as some of it also spilled on floor and some as fast as striking the mirror.
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“Ahha ahah ahaha chumm” her other hand put fingers in her own mouth to stop the sounds leaving as with shuddering gasp, she tumbled over the edge, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Juices spatters over her hand as she cumed and cum she did.

Her eyes snapped open as she looked at her reflection. Face flushed violet eyes shining with the remnants of arousal and legs spread, pussy fully on display with juices still leaking out, a glistening pool of her own juices decorating the qipao flappers and stool beneath her.

“What came over me?” she thought as her eyes landed on the mess she had made on the stool floor and mirror.

“Woh, that was fun wasn't it” her inner voice chimed and Kushina couldn't help but agree more. "Are you for another round? We still have some time to kill and we still have a lot of memories to think about” The lewd voice purred. “How about our little chat with Gatou? His offer for kunoichis in his show doesn't sound so bad anymore, does it? Imagine us in his show ? And those kunoichis seemed to be having a good time. Maybe if we-"

"No! You can't keep falling down! We must stop now! You have fallen enough, Get a hold of yourself!!" Her moral voice had finally found room to oppose.

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport. This feels fantastic. They're just fun and silly fantasies that don't hurt anyone-"

"Of course not, this is getting out of control. We have to stop now and..."

As Kushina's lewd and moral voices argued in her head, Her attention was drawn on her reflection. Her attention focused on the state she found herself in and the kind of look she was showing herself in a way she barely recognized.

"Is this really me?" she muttered as conflicting emotions of guilt and exhilaration danced within her.

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Ryuki returned to his palace, quite satisfied with the outcome of the meeting. However, a frown marred his face as he pondered, "She still denies my invitation? Even after I gave her some time on the agreement. But rest assured, I have tarnished some of her image, at least in my capital. And my image would definitely have gone up," he mused internally.

“Ryuki-sama,” Yumeki’s voice interrupted him as he stood in one of the corridors leading to their personal 'fun' center.

“Yumeki,” he replied upon seeing his close confidant.

“You won’t believe what I got my hands on,” the big man spoke. “Come, I have already prepared,” he continued, gesturing for Ryuki to follow him down the corridors.

‘What is he up to this time?’ Ryuki thought as he moved towards the fun chambers.

“I hope you didn't do anything that would ruin our plans, Yumeki,” he said, reprimanding him with a stern tone.

“Of course not, but you shall see,” Yumeki grinned.

Upon reaching the room, Daimyo found himself rooted to the spot. Inside, he saw a beautiful red haired woman dressed in a green business suit standing in front of a large bed.—He immediately identified those , how could he forget those. Those were the same outfit that the object of his fascination had worn in the morning when on tour with him.

“Yumeki, you didn't?” he spoke, turning to his guard. “What did I tell you...”

Yumeki cut him off, “I didn't take any risks; the outfit was supposed to be sent to the bitch's quarters as per Aiko-sama's orders. I just borrowed them,” he replied with a big grin.

Ryuki pondered for a moment, “I suppose then no harm done.” He looked at the woman; she wasn't Kushina but seemed to delight in the outfit. She was probably Yumeki’s regular consort from the red-light district. He had to admit that she was doing a good imitation of Kushina. Not only was she wearing the same green outfit, but this woman even had the same dawned similar hairstyle as her and even wore a similar hair clip that kept her bangs away from her face. If it weren't for the fact that her face and eye colour were noticeably different from Kushina's, he would have taken her for the real one... or a clone since they were talking about a kunoichi.

“Yeah, besides, I thought with how much of a cock-tease she looked in those shorts and tight top. Why not get some relief, hehe,” Yumeki added.

“Don't remind me; she was really a cock teaser today. I saw how my merchants were all over her. It's not just her position as Konoha’s ambassador that drew them; it was her outfit that attracted them all, showering her with gifts,” Ryuki spoke, reminiscing about the redhead surrounded by various traders, merchants and nobles.

“She is still an arrogant bitch, though,” Yumeki remarked.

“That she is, even after what I had done. She still declined my offer for tea. I had planned to push her more and let everyone see that she is my bitch, but she declined,” Ryuki spoke in a frustrated tone.

“Haha, I would have loved to see your face,” Yumeki chuckled, imagining his boss getting shot down.

“Yeah, laugh it up, but at least I got to parade her with me in front of almost all of the capital today in that outfit. It will definitely boost my image, so I guess I won something,” Ryuki added.

“Oh, from winning, you won't believe what else I got,” Yumeki spoke, and Daimyo looked at him curiously as Yumeki quickly rummaged through drawers and pulled out two garments—a lace green bra and matching panties.

Ryuki’s eyes widened, “You didn't? This is taking too many chances,” he spoke, his hands moving automatically to collect the pieces as if they were trophies.

“I didn't take any chances; they were with all those outfits,” Yumeki supplied. “I almost couldn't believe my luck,” he continued as he saw Ryuki sniffing Kushina’s panties and sighing with morbid satisfaction..

“Huh? So my wife provided her complete wardrobe then? Good to know.” He chuckled then remembered the spilling incident. “Did you scheme the spilling incident as well?” he asked as he stretched panties in his hand and moved towards the woman on the bed.

“No, of course not; that was a happy accident, I think,” Yumeki honestly replied.

Ryuki looked at him with slanted eyes as if detecting a lie but shook his head, “Well, it worked well in our favor in the end. But I do caution you against taking any more risks,” he spoke as he traced his hands over the woman who shuddered and almost purred as she felt Ryuki's hands on her. Studying her figure as he roamed her waist, massaging her breasts. Even holding her by the cheeks to make her look at him, and as he looked her in the eyes.

“You look delicious, dear,” he spoke to the woman.

“I’m here for your pleasure, Ryuki-sama,” Ryuki imagined Kushina dressing similarly and speaking those words as he closed his lips on the woman.

Her lips were soft and warm, tasting sweet but at the same time strong, just like a good Sake. The woman opened her mouth to give the Daimyo better access and let him taste her . Their tongues embraced met, wrapping around and twisting with each other. 'Now this woman is a pro' Ryuki admired as he got a first hand taste of the redhead's skills. It was clear to him that she knew how to kiss and use her mouth. Her tongue held still enough in the submissive role to be at Ryuki's mercy, but also not so much as to give an impression of being clumsy or inexperienced.

He pressed even harder and ended up dominating the woman's mouth totally. She seemed to accept him leading to the kiss and wrapped her arms around Daimyo's neck as if she wanted more, clinging and rubbing herself against him, pressing her large breasts against Ryuki's body for his enjoyment.

He almost missed Yumeki, who let him enjoy a little more of that girl before speaking , “I won't take any risks. But you know there is an interesting detail I found out,” he spoke, his tone filled with intrigue.

“Hoh, what's that?” Ryuki spoke, moving his lips away from the woman's, but his hands were now playing over her breasts over the top of the shirt, feeling she was wearing nothing underneath.

"mm~, Daimyo-sama" Ryuki enjoyed hearing the horny and slutty moan of the woman as she felt the greedy touches. Thinking about that's how Kushina would moan when he finishes with her.

“After I collected the outfits, I wanted a sample of that hotpants outfit the bitch had us teased with as well, you know, for recreational activities,” he spoke with a big grin making clawing motions with his hands, drawing more intrigue from Daimyo. “And I quickly found the merchant from where Aiko-sama had procured them.”

“Continue...” Daimyo barked as his fingers found the nipples of the woman in his arms who continued to moan and encourage him to touch her even more.

“Well, the merchant told me all those outfits Aiko-sama had all of the outfits specifically procured as part of a special order,” he spoke “ all of them were braless, and guess what ?” He continued seeing daimyo's interested look with his hand still on womens boobs.
The woman also began to touch the Daimyo and started to provocatively caress his cock with both of her hands, trying to feel him over his clothes.

“the outfit the bitch had dawned on didn't have panties as well” Yumeki all but announced with a big grin.

“What? Don't tell me she was going commando again today. She was with me in front of everyone, just in just those two small pieces of clothes.” Ryuki spoke with his eyes wide open now, reminiscing Kushina walking commando by his side in that skimpy outfit. The slut who was working on his member felt his member instantly get hard in her hands as soon as those words left Ryuki's mouth.

“Well, I’m not a hundred percent sure, but if I could bet, I would bet all my riches. For certain, say she was going commando. Given we have her panties here and the dresses didn't provide any. So unless she got something else on, which is highly unlikely. I would bet she wasn’t wearing anything,” Yumeki spoke with a big grin.

“Damn that red bitch, still acting all impassive and like an honorable lady while going so slutty. If I had known that before, I would have caused her dress to be ripped off, damn what a missed opportunity. ” he spoke as he unbuttoned the buttons of the woman's shirt to expose a pair of ripe, firm small melon fruit sized boobs . His thirst and lust got more hungry with new information.

“This has turned me so much on. It wasn't enough she was acting as a cock tease; she was totally commando beneath and walking beside me as if it was nothing,” he spoke quickly, latching onto women's boobs.

“Yeah, I'm surprised by changes too, guess she isn't as innocent as she looks. Hehe she is kinky, and I like it,” Yumeki said.

“I will strip off those layers of false persona she has put on herself and unveil it as I turn her into my slut,” Ryuki spoke as he had the woman moan; his fingers had pushed the skirt to her midriff and we're now playing with her pussy that was already awfully soaked.

“Yeah, we will turn that bitch into the perfect slut,” Yumeki said as he too walked toward the bed. Next to his friend and leader, he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it with amusement between his hands. Enjoying watching her horny reactions as he pinched her chafed nipples.

With a firm pincer grip on her cheeks, Yumeki forced her face towards him and pressed his mouth against hers in a careless manner. Rather than a wet kiss it was as if he simply pressed his lips against hers and ran his tongue across her mouth.

The red-haired woman happily received this treatment. Moving a hand to Yumeki's crotch to also stroke his cock. Thus taking cocks of the two of the most influential men in her country.

Ryuki watched with amusement and excitement that a woman disguised as Kushina was acting like a complete slut. "I'll turn her into a whore begging for cock," he said, resting his hand on the red-haired whore and pushing her down.

"Rest assured she will be. She will be just like you. Won't she?” Yumeki said haughtily, looking down on his usual plaything.

The woman was very cooperative as she was brought to her knees. and in just a few movements of garments, she had two pairs of thick, eager cocks in front of her face, pointing menacingly.

“ Of course Yumeki-sama, no one can deny you “ the woman spoke as she watched them with admiration and building lust on her face. Staring at both meaty clubs with an enthusiasm that almost made her eyes sparkle, as if she had all the world's riches in front of her.

"Ha, you're not, you don't look so arrogant anymore, do you bitch? Right Kushina-san" Ryuki said wickedly calling the woman by name of his desire as the fake Kushina took both cocks in her hands and started to eagerly rub them.

"Of course not Daimyo-sama. How could I still be an arrogant bitch when I have two awesome and delicious dicks like these in front of my face?" she replied, looking at Ryuki's cock with her lust filled eyes before leaning down and wrapping her full lips around the tip, licking the precum that spilled out of it.

"haha, You're just a dirty cock hungry slut, aren't you Kushina, a complete kunoichi whore?" Yumeki taunted her by following Daimyo’s playbook and calling the slut by Kushina's name. the redhead as he watched her act like the slut he knew the real one to be. He found great satisfaction in calling her by that Kunoichi's name.

She peeled her lips off Ryuki's member and moved on to Yumeki's, which she began to fill with kisses along the tip and length "aye sir.... I'm just a dumb and total slut .... who will do anything you want" She said between kisses and licks. Never stopping moving both hands and working on the cocks of both men.

"Hahaha, that's right. This is the way a dumb kunoichi like you should act when in the presence of men like us," Ryuki spoke with satisfaction, observing the red-haired woman eagerly worshipping their cocks with affection and obsequiousness.

"You are absolutely right, Daimyo-sama. I'm just a dumb kunoichi from a pathetic ninja village that is nothing compared to your majestic city and your incredible country," she said hungrily, her eyes fixated on Ryuki's cock, so close to her face that she could only breathe in his delicious masculine scent. "Please allow this dumb kunoichi to show her appreciation for letting me be here and serve you directly, Daimyo-sama," she continued in a horny and seductive tone, leaning in towards him.

"Uff, you sure know the right thing to say to turn a man on. You have an excellent toy here, Yumeki. You should have introduced her to me sooner," Ryuki remarked to his friend, watching with satisfaction as the red-haired mane bobbed up and down on his cock. Her cheeks indented, her lips forming a tight seal around his cock, sucking from tip to base and back again. And her tongue, oh her tongue, it explored every inch of Ryuki's member, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Hehe, well, I took the trouble to train this bitch before introducing her to you, my friend," Yumeki chuckled, taking hold of the redhead's hips and lifting her up so that she pointed her round ass in his direction. "I have trained her a lot and in a very strict way," he added, lining up his hard cock with her soaking wet pussy without hesitation.

"Mmh~!!!" the woman moaned, despite being gagged with Daimyo's cock. Her back bent from being pressed between the two men, feeling their cocks reaching deep into her throat and womb.

"Whew, that's slutty. Your throat feels better when you scream," Ryuki remarked, enjoying the sensation of the redhead's vocal cords vibrating against his cock as she moaned. He grabbed her big breasts and used them as dumbbells to start fucking her face.

Yumeki joined in, holding her waist tightly and spanking her ass while grinding his hips against her round, firm buttocks.

"Haha, I knew you're a total masochist, Kushina! You keep squeezing your pussy every time you get spanked," Yumeki teased, pretending their encounter was the real thing, as he always did when he hired her services.

"Future Hokage, my ass. A cocksucker like you has a better place as a court whore of my court," Ryuki added, jumping into the moment and expressing what he wanted to tell the real Kushina.

Both men mercilessly used the woman, treating her like their personal toy. They continued pounding their cocks inside her, taking out their frustrations on her and voicing their desires for her.

In response, she wrapped her arms around the Daimyo's waist for balance and used her legs to push her ass against Yumeki's hard cock.

"Yeah, that's right, slut. Strive to milk our cocks. After you left me with blue balls with your fucking outfit, I'm going to make sure to empty them in you," Yumeki said, slamming his cock into the bottom of her womb with even more force.

"Remember, we can't stain these clothes. They still need to be returned," Ryuki reminded her, fucking her throat relentlessly.

Yumeki smiled with amusement, "Ha, you heard Kushina! The Daimyo-sama doesn't want you to spill a single drop of our semen. Those clothes are worth a lot more than you!" He continued to ram his cock into her pussy, pounding her faster and harder until he reached his limit and shot his semen inside her.

Ryuki pulled the woman's hair and forced her nose against his abdomen as he ejaculated down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop.

With thick loads of semen from both men, the redhead couldn't hold back any longer and orgasmed, soaking the floor and her heels with her juices.

Both men held her in place until they finished cumming.

Yumeki stayed inside her, while Ryuki withdrew from her throat. He tugged on her hair to make her lift her head.

The Daimyo smirked arrogantly when he saw the woman's messy face—flushed, teary-eyed, and completely lost, with mascara smeared across her eyes like black tears. Her lipstick, once perfectly painted on her lips, now adorned Ryuki's cock, her lips tightly sealed around it to prevent a single drop of cum from escaping.

"Well done, Kushina. You see, things are better when you obey instead of being a frigid bitch," Ryuki rejoiced, smacking the fake Kushina's face with his cock.

Shimi, the name of the prostitute Yumeki often contacted, had no idea who this Kushina was or what these men talked about half the time. She was only paid to spread her legs and suck cock. But two things were clear to her.

Firstly, from the rude way they were groping her body and treating her, this Kushina woman had provoked them a lot and these guys wanted to treat her the same. And secondly, if these guys were determined to get this Kushina, then she had to do her best to milk their gold before they got this Kushina or worse they moved on to some other woman.

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“Who does she think she is?" Gato muttered as he sat in the waiting room of Ryuki’s palace. It was evening, and a portly man had come here to meet Daimyo, as per prior plans.

Having met with Yumeki, the head captain had already fed him false information about Kushina’s ill treatment of nobles and even Daimyo which had aggravated the tycoon more by making him remember his humiliation by the redhead. It didn't help that Yumeki had served him some alcohol as well.

He was still angry at the treatment from Kushina and the aftermath of the talk with her. “The bitch herself acted like a slut and denied my business in Fire Country,” he muttered again.

“Calm down, Gatou-san,” Yumeki muttered, but his tone implied he was enjoying the rant from the short, portly man.

“I will let you know I am one of the richest men in the Elemental Nations. I will soon be the leader of one of the villages. And what is she? Just a deputy leader of the Leaf Village," Gatou muttered again.

"Yeah, you are the future leader of a country; even if you weren't, she had no right to treat you like that,” Yumeki supplied.

“Damn right, she is just a kunoichi. They will do anything for money; they are our dogs, and we are the masters. We throw the money and they do as they are told” Gatou said again. He took a deep, angry sip. "How dare she attack me for telling the truth!? Kunoichis are no different than prostitutes. Pay the right price and they'll do anything you want? And didn't you see her in the meeting dressing like an absolute slut, prancing around getting every noble and merchant’s attention?"

"Absolutely, she was probably enjoying it too. I even saw her asking one of the nobles to put jewellery on her feet. She was acting like a total slut it was so obvious.” Yumeki added, changing the details a bit “She should totally beg for forgiveness and be on her knees before you.” He spoke as a satisfying mental image of Kushina prostrate at his feet begging his forgiveness for her actions almost made Gatou drool with excitement.

" No, I bet she would look well as a showpiece in your fish tank,” Yumeki continued with a grin, enjoying pushing the buttons of the portly man.

"Yes, yes,” Gatou said with a big grin. "Yes. Yes, you are absolutely right. That will be her punishment,” he said with a huge macabre grin on his face.

“Without clothes, right?" Yumeki supplied, as he enjoyed feeding on the anger of the man.

“Of course, it is punishment, not amusement. I will have her stripped and put in the tank for everyone to see her humiliation like she humiliated me,” the angry conglomerate spoke. “Then I will ask her if she is any different from my precious mermaids,” he continued.

“What punishment are we talking about?" Ryuki came in, and spoke as he heard Gato muttering about punishment.

“Punishing that redhead slut, of course. Ryuki-sama," the tycoon blurted out.

Ryuki chuckled as he took a seat, "You know, Gatou-san," he started, "That little display with Kushi-chan at the meeting today was all part of my plan. I've been teaching her a lesson in obedience lately, and I must say, she's been quite receptive," he lied with a big grin.

Gatou's eyes widened, as he listened intently "Kushi-chan?…You mean to say... you've been... with her…and have fucked her?" he inquired, his voice breaking in incoherent sentence.

Ryuki nodded, his grin morphing into a smirk. "Fucked her, You say? Oh, I have done more than that.” His smirk became more prevalent “Oh yes, my dear Gatou-san. I made sure to remind her of her place just before our meeting today. You know, for how she acted in public when she was with me. I made sure that she learned not to use violence when she is with me in public or in my country. In a way, it was revenge for how she treated you, Gatou-san. Using violence against my esteemed guest is a crime, you know. And I made sure she understood that. I don't think she will forget this lesson anytime soon." he lied, throwing more into the web of lies.

Doubt crept into Gatou's eyes. "You aren't bluffing? Are you?" he questioned, a hint of scepticism in his voice.

"Why would I lie, Gatou-san? I don't boast. And yes, I have fucked her. In fact, I can't even count how many times it has been now. You can ask Yumeki. I think he has seen the bitch few times acting like a true whore when I mount her," Daimyo spoke, further entangling Gatou in the fabricated tale.

"Really?" Gatou muttered, turning to the imposing guard.

"Of course, Ryuki-sama has tamed her and turned her into his personal slut. I've seen her forget about her surroundings while sucking his cock as if it was a matter of survival. She begged for his touch while he derogated her. I have seen it more than once, she willingly choked herself with Ryuki-sama's balls, relishing in sucking them, as he pushed his head on his balls" Yumeki lied, going with the flow.

"Really?" Gatou spoke in disbelief, her eyes widening so much in shock that one could see that expression even from behind his dark glasses.

"Sure, and I haven't even told you what Ryuki-sama did to her today before the meeting again today," Yumeki's smug smile at end made Gatou so curious that he turned to look at the Daimyo for details.

Ryuki revelled in the reactions he was eliciting and continued.”Why do you think her outfit for the meeting changed? Do you think it was a willful decision on her part? No, it wasn't. It was I who had ordered her after I stripped and fucked her into submission in one of the changing rooms in the rutemburo. Since she had mentioned so much dislike for sluttiness in front of you, I made her dress like a slut and act like one in the meeting in front of everyone," Ryuki spoke, observing Gatou's face as it transformed, now seemingly convinced by the web of lies.

Gatou placed the drink on the table "She did change her outfit….And she did act like one with nobles and merchants present… " Gatou muttered.

"And that's only what Daimyo-sama let the public see, you should have seen it in private. You should have seen her in action my friend. She turns into a completely different animal, " Yumeki added, seeing Gatou’s reaction.

"Oh?" Gatou's attention returned to the guard.

"When Ryuki-sama took that slut to the fitting rooms after that little stunt she pulled with you, the first thing he did was lift that skirt of hers and pull down those panties of hers and spank her hard. He didn't even allow her the decency of privacy. He did it in front of me and some other lucky servants, hehe” Yumeki added with a big grin, and then continued.“ Smacking that cute round ass of hers like she was some stupid little girl who made some stupid prank. Watching her ass turn red and hearing her moan and squeal with each smack, counting each time he spanked her and apologizing for her behavior was quite a sight. Although given how happy she looked and how wet she got maybe that was more of a reward for her. Don't you think Ryuki-sama?"

"Haha, Yeah. I think the only real punishment for that slutty bitch is to make her go hungry for my cock, she is a true sexual deviant" laughed Ryuki.

"Oh, and what else did you do to her?" asked Gatou, extremely attentive and now somewhat aroused to what they were telling him.

"After whipping her until my arm was tired, I stripped her naked, took my cock out, and fucked her ass without any mercy," Ryuki replied with a boastful smile. "I've used her ass so many times that I don't need any lubricant to fuck her anymore, but she's still as tight as the first day. I pounded her with my cock over and over, pulling her by that ponytail she was wearing, always hearing her begging for more."

"It must have been incredible," Gatou said as he drunkenly imagined himself in the same position, relentlessly pounding that begging redhead bitch's asshole and pulling those silky hair of hers. "What happened next?"

"Obviously I fucked her until I came inside her. I painted her fucking insides white with my cum, but I made sure to get a good portion of it fall on the floor." Gatou raised her eyebrow curiously. "I ordered her to clean the floor and she did. She looked so pathetic licking my semen off the floor as if she was my loyal hungry dog."

"Haha, it was certainly fun to see her doing it," Yumeki commented, making an imagination of that scene and adding it to list what he wanted to do to the redhead. “She didn't even pay attention to me and the few servants who watched the scene with glee. I think there might have been some trespassers as well, but she was so lost once you had her ass in your hands, and gave her the pounding she very much deserved for treating Gatou-san like that,” Yumeki added to the lie with a lascivious chuckle.

"After making sure my floor was clean, the whore lay on her back and spread her legs and begged me to use her pussy too. I didn't want to give her what she wanted, but it's hard to resist that fleshy cunt of hers. So I did, and not only did I fuck that bitch nonstop, but I also made sure to discipline her."

"Discipline her? How?" asked Gatou.

"Normally I would have slapped that cute face of hers the same way I slapped her ass. But since we had to go to the meeting, I just slapped her boobs," said Ryuki with a wistful and perverse expression. "I whipped those juicy breasts over and over again,pinched and bit those sweet nipples and left quite a few hickeys on that smooth skin of hers. I'm sure those marks would remain on her skin for the next few days." Gatou was impressed and exhilarated. To think that when they had their talk, that slut was hiding all of Ryuki's marks under her slutty clothes. "And of course, when I saw that she learned her lesson, I was a good teacher and rewarded her by cumming inside her hungry pussy over and over again. I didn't allow her to clean but I actually made her wear those shorts because otherwise all my cum would have been leaking out of her snatch and she would have left a trail of my seeds everywhere she went. While it would have been fun seeing her like that, the meeting had its prestige and decorum so knowing she had learnt her lesson was more than enough.” Ryuki spoke then with glint in his eyes he continued, "Of course, it was amusing to see her squirm under the gazes and continue with her honorable and dignified facade when barely a few minutes ago I fucked her like a red light district whore. Her expressions were kind of cute though, if I have to say, knowing fully well how her pussy was filled with my cum, how her ass and tits were full from all the marks from the ‘disciplinary’ action, haha" Ryuki laughed as he finished, his tone filled with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

"Is it that you didn't use protection?" asked Gatou, his face betraying hidden excitement..

"Ha, of course not." Said Ryuki with an arrogant tone. "I've already made it clear to that bitch that if she doesn't want to get pregnant, she'll have to take care of contraceptives-seals or abortions herself. If it wasn't for her not wanting to explain to her pathetic husband how her second child looks so different, you would have already found her with a big round stomach carrying my bastard today."

Gatou was dumbfounded by what he heard, unable to fully believe the entire story. However, his deep-seated grudge against the redhead forced him to entertain the possibility that it might be true. The fact that he was somewhat drunk at this point didn't help matters.

"I can't believe she acts so honorable, so powerful, so loyal to her husband... but in reality, she's really a whore... I still can't believe it..." Gatou muttered, taking his cup to take a needed sip of his drink.

Both men from the Hot Springs country saw how convincing they were the tycoon with their story. They were certifiable since it was all sort of true.

Except the part where they fucked Kushina. Well, what they actually told was the way they fucked Shimi, changing some details to make it sound more believable.

The last part was improvised but it all was like a sound idea in Ryuki’s head which featured his fantasies about Kushina, He spoke it while imagining Kushina’s nude body in place of slut . Now he needed to keep pushing. Ryuki, sensing Gatou's vulnerability and resentment, pressed on, eager to exploit the humiliation Gatou had faced from the redhead earlier.

"Why do you think she was so cordial with you when barely some time ago she was about to kill you?" Ryuki pressed further.

"That is true. She didn't even try to attack me, even when I goaded her," Gatou muttered, recalling his conversation with the scantily clad redhead beside the pool during the meeting. Imagining her cum-filled pussy while talking with him and acting so normally under her slutty outfit. ‘Wonder if her shorts were wet from all the pounding she received? Damn, I would have loved to pay to watch the bitch getting all of her holes pounded and filled, maybe even participate as well,’ he thought with grim satisfaction.

"See, you can see it, can't you? That I speak the truth?" Ryuki grinned, observing Gatou, who now almost believed him.

"You mean to say it was all your doing? Her acting like a slut in the meeting and then leaving with you ?" Gatou asked with excitement, truly believing that Kushina was under Daimyo’s control.

"Of course, and you want proof. I have proof right here," Ryuki spoke. He clapped his hands.

A servant came with a package in his hands; Daimyo signalled him to give it to Gatou. As Gatou opened the package, his eyes widened as he pulled out a green suit skirt and white shirt, along with matching undergarments.

“This is?” his voice quivered, remembering Kushina holding him by the throat in the same outfit. “You speak the truth?,” he asked.

“Of course, I do. And I did all this because she humiliated you; you are just my guest. Imagine what I would have done if you were my trading partner. Of course, we need to sign a deal before that as to what benefits parties provide each other,” Ryuki added, throwing a hook at the portly trader.

“Please make me your partner. I don't care what the deal is. I will even send you samples of my ‘goods’ every month,” Gatou spoke.

‘Hehe, that's so easy. Using Konoha’s bitch name does have its advantages, wonder how it will be if she really falls in my control?’ Ryuki thought.

“We can talk about details later; for now, how about gifting me one of your mermaid tanks with a few mermaids?” Ryuki added.

“But they are my most prized possession. I can give you as many tanks as you ask, but mermaids, it's hard to get good kunoichis who can act like one,” Gatou murmured. 'And I charge double A-rank pay for one private show for them,' he thought.

“Look at the bigger picture. You want to see the redhead bitch in there in the tank, right?” Ryuki added, hitting a weak point.

“Of course,” Gatou immediately spoke, his eyes glinting with excitement.

“Well, I will have to see how it actually works with live samples. I would need to test,” Ryuki spoke. “How about loaning a new mermaid and rotating them every month?” Ryuki reoffered.

Pondering for a few moments, then remembering the humiliation from the redhead and the prospect of being partners with Daimyo, he nodded. “.... I will lend them to you for a reduced fee, but in exchange can I have this outfit at least?” he asked hopefully, looking at the green outfit on the table.

“Of course, I would have gifted it to you anyways,” Ryuki said with a big grin.

“Then we have a deal. Promise me you will invite me when you have the redhead slut in one of my fish tanks,” he asked.

“That goes without saying,” Ryuki smirked.

"Then it's a deal," Gatou said rising from his chair and offering his hand to the Daimyo who shook it without hesitation, "I'll come with a trade agreement later," He took a dry gulp of what was left of his drink, leaving glass empty " Gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you."

“Of course, Gatou-san,” Ryuki nodded.

As the portly man left with a happy skip in his steps, Yumeki spoke, “Was that wise, Ryuki-sama? A man like Gatou can’t be trusted.”

“I know, but he has his uses. And now he thinks I have the redhead bitch under control. He will think I can deal with Konoha. He wants to trade in the Fire Nation. So he will look towards me for deals, and I will have the lion's share of profit. Of course, I’m not a fool to give him her real outfit. That was just one of the imitations that you had ordered on FastTrack delivery after you got her sizes yesterday,” Ryuki smirked, his eyes shining with amusement.

“You truly are a master at this game, Ryuki-sama,” Yumeki added, causing Daimyo to chuckle.

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After cleaning herself and the room meticulously, making sure not to leave traces of her frivolous activity on the floor, stool, or mirror, Kushina took a quick bath with cold water, which helped her get her emotions in check. Dressed in her jounin attire, she attended a brief meeting with Shitoryu and other high ranking shinobis noting their issues which weren’t anything that noteworthy, noticing the way the shinobis looked at her differently, though none spoke a word.

Upon returning from dinner at the shinobi mess, she saw Neko waiting for her at the doors, with a heap of packages neatly arranged.

“Kushina-sama, a servant from the palace came and delivered these. He told me that these are gifts you received from merchants and nobles during today’s meeting,” Neko reported her voice filled with curiosity.

Kushina nodded, “Yes, I met with the merchants of this country. They want us to loosen the rules so that trade can go back to normal as it had been in the past. A valid request. I will see what I can do.”

“What about the gifts, Kushina-sama?” Neko inquired.

“Ah, seal them in a scroll. They were all so polite, and it would have been inappropriate to reject them on the spot. And I do have good news,” Kushina replied.

As Neko raised her masked head, Kushina continued, “The nobles agreed to give the new agreement a trial. I have noticed their concerns, so for now, we have some time to deal with the issues,” she said with a smile.

“Oh, really? That's good to hear. So, that's what the meeting was about today?” Neko asked.

Kushina nodded,

“And about that outfit, Kushina-sama?” Neko finally raised the curious question that had been eating at her since evening.

Kushina's cheeks tinted a bit red, “Ah, that was a gift from Aiko-san, the Daimyo's wife. She insisted I wear it during the meeting, so I couldn't reject it,” she replied, avoiding going into details.

“Oh, that makes sense,” Neko spoke, nodding in understanding. “I will seal all these, then,” she pointed at the heap of items.

“Yes, that would be helpful,” Kushina replied.

“So, are we leaving early tomorrow morning?” Neko inquired.

“Unfortunately, no. While I want to, Ryuki-san has requested another meeting to discuss some future points for an agreement with Konoha. So, it will be after that,” Kushina supplied.

As Neko nodded, Kushina opened her doors, “Good night, Neko.”

Feeling tired from the events, Kushina quickly changed into one of her sleepwear sets and swiftly fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.

As Kushina slept she fell in dream land, she found herself in rotemburo from meeting again, but this time something was different. She found herself sitting on a chair talking playfully with young nobles Jin and Yami she believed.

“You,” the first young man pointed assertively at her, “Us,” he gestured toward himself and his companion, “one night, BANG BANG.”

The blatant proposal left her astounded, and her temper flared. Before she could respond, the second man continued, trying to sweeten the deal.

“Come on, one night? We will pay an A-rank mission rate. Think about it; one night, and you get paid,” he added, a smug confidence in his tone.

“Yeah, and if you are good, we will even double pay. Maybe call our friends and give you more deals, how about it?” the first one enticed, oblivious to the perilous ground they were treading.

Despite the audacious proposition, Kushina's mischievous side, fueled by a mixture of annoyance and amusement, sparked a daring idea. She decided to tease the overzealous young men further.

"Oh, really? You want to play with me all night ? You think you even have the stamina to keep up with me ? " she responded with a sly grin, looking between Jin and Yami. "But before that, let's test your resolve. How much are we talking about removing these hotpants of mine?" she inquired, her tone playfully suggestive.

The young men, seemingly caught off guard by her response, exchanged a quick glance looking at her exposed legs. After a moment of fumbling, Jin stammered, "C-rank pay! Yeah, that's fair!"

“C-rank you say? Well let's play then” she replied with a twinkle in her eye and a wicked smirk, she decided to play along. In a deliberate and exaggerated manner, she slowly reached for the hem of her hotpants. The gathered crowd, now aware of the unfolding spectacle, hushed in anticipation, not quite believing what was happening. Kushina noticed a few familiar and unfamiliar faces in the crowd .

As her fingers teasingly brushed against the fabric, Kushina halted, leaving them hanging just above the collar of the hotpants. Yami and Jin, faces flushed and eyes widened, were caught in a mix of anticipation and embarrassment. The crowd held their collective breath, their murmurs and whispers echoing in the air.

“Is she really doing that? '' muttered a man, his heart beating fast as blood rushed to his face.

“No way this is happening right now ?” another muttered.

Kushina, reveling in the attention, decided to take it a step further. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly resumed her teasing act.

"Seems like you two are eager for a show," she said with a playful smirk, her tone teasing. The boys stammered, unable to form coherent responses, adding to the amusement of the onlookers. But her voice was loud and clear for everyone in attendance to hear.

Gripping the hem of her hotpants, she began to pull them down gradually, inch by inch. The fabric trailed along her thighs, revealing more and more of her smooth skin. "Well, if you're paying for a C-rank show, I might as well give you a taste," she added, her words dripping with playful sarcasm.

The onlookers couldn't help but be captivated by the deliberate, seductive motion. Each subtle movement seemed calculated to heighten the tension. As the hotpants reached her knees, the crowd audibly gasped, realizing the boldness of Kushina's move. They awaited with bated breath as their attention focused on the flaps of the qipao.

With a sly grin, Kushina glanced at the crowd and remarked, "Hope you're all enjoying the view. It's not every day you get a show like this, huh?" Her teasing tone elicited a mix of cheers and nervous laughter from the spectators.

“Do it, Kushina-sama” the crowd cheered.

“You are the best,” someone shouted.

However much to their disappointment, Kushina skillfully ensured her qipao flappers covered her core , leaving just enough exposed to tease. With the hotpants now dangling on one ankle, she smirked, creating an air of mystery around what might come next.

Maintaining her composure, Kushina continued the sensual performance. She slowly extended her legs, crossing them with deliberate elegance. The fabric of the qipao followed the contours of her thighs, creating an alluring silhouette that left the crowd entranced. The men immediately noticed the lack of underwear. The revelation that she was commando underneath only added to excitement.
“She’s not wearing anything underneath,” muttered a man, catching the attention of the others.

“No way, she’s so brave and bold,” another man spoke.

“So, what's next?” Kushina asked playfully in a teasing tone, her voice filled with a purr, sending shivers down the men's spines. It didn't help that the hotpants were still dangling on one of her ankles.

As the charged atmosphere lingered, one middle aged noble from the crowd stepped forward, a confident smirk on his face. "How about A-rank pay for a more daring performance?" he suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“A performance ? I can do that” Kushina spoke, amused by the proposition, decided to play along. With a chuckle, Rising gracefully from her seat, she discarded the hotpants completely and cast a sly glance at the onlookers, her hips swaying with each deliberate step. The absence of hotpants revealed all of her legs in full glory. Qipao flaps only added to allure more.

Without missing a beat, Kushina added a subtle bend to her strides, accentuating the curves of her hips and ass. The crowd's fascination grew as the unexpected spectacle unfolded. Murmurs and whispers cascaded through the audience.

As she continued her impromptu performance, Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through her, the friction between her supple thighs creating an enticing sensation. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, adding to the allure of her exposed form.

Kushina decided to take it up a notch. With a teasing grace, she turned back to the crowd and bent herself, maintaining an air of sophistication while revealing more of her bare skin. The slits in her qipao offered tantalising glimpses of her smooth, unadorned thighs all bare from waist down. The subtle swell of her buttocks,she had stopped enough where flappers were at the edge of almost showcasing her most intimate place.

The crowd, captivated by the sight, couldn't help but fixate on the intricate details of her voluptuous figure. They gasped and almost signed in disbelief that those wicked qipao flappers hid her ass and most importantly her snatch from their view.

With a playful glint in her eye, Kushina decided to kick things up a notch. As she continued her playful display, as she walked back to the starting point she smirked at the crowd and kicked her hotpants that had been discarded earlier towards the crowd, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The discarded garment sailed through the air, landing amidst the audience, who responded eagerly with a few men bundling over one another to lay claim on them. Looking amused she took seat again crossing her legs.

"Ara, you all seem so excited about those. Keep in mind, those who get them will have to pay B-rank pay to keep them," she spoke mischievously, with seduction dripping in her voice.

"So, what's next?" she purred again, her violet eyes enthralling the crowd.

The charged atmosphere drew the attention of another wealthy individual from the intrigued crowd. This one looked almost like Gatou, with a similar suit, sunglasses, and the same rotund, midget-like body.
A sly grin adorned his face as he stepped forward, offering another proposal, "How about five A-rank pay for a more interactive experience? I'm willing to make it worth your while, Kushina-sama."

Kushina, always one to embrace the unexpected, smirked at the tempting offer. "Well, if you're offering that much, who am I to decline? Let the game begin," she playfully responded, inviting him to join the impromptu performance.

With an eager nod, the daring midget approached her ready to escalate the spectacle. Kushina, the center of attention, stood confidently, anticipation gleaming in her eyes. The crowd, now hushed in suspense, eagerly awaited the unfolding scenario.

“Is she allowing him to touch her?” a man muttered.

“Man, I’m so jealous of rich men now,” another muttered.

“I’m so lucky to be invited to this meeting today,” another man muttered.

“This show is the best,” another man muttered.

As the man reached ten steps away from her, Kushina leaned forward without bending her knees to compensate for the height difference with her new client. The bottom flaps of her qipao rose from the back, drawing the attention of the audience, as did the waist-high slits. However, it still somehow managed to protect her modesty. She smirked, fully aware of how it affected the crowd, and even swayed a little as she winked at the oncoming man who had just won the bid.

"So...what did you have in mind, sir?" she inquired with a sultry tone, maintaining eye contact with him.

In a bold move, the midget with a big grin on his face reached for the edges of Kushina's qipao, unbuttoning the collar area and opening the front of her daring clothing. She looked amused as she even bent a little more to give him better access.

With a teasing tug, the fabric surrendered, and the crowd gasped collectively, their eyes fixated on the revelation. In one smooth motion, the man began to tug the fabric, exposing her body to the eager gaze of the audience. As the qipao slid down her body, it revealed every inch of her voluptuous form in all its glory.

The delicate curve of her bosom invited lustful gazes, and the atmosphere crackled with an undeniable sensuality. As the material was pulled down, Kushina's breasts, adorned with pert pinkish nipples, were now on full display. They were large, standing proudly, seemingly unaffected by the forces of gravity. The audience's attention was captivated by the alluring sight before them.

“Damn” someone spoke as they let out a whistle.

The show continued as the qipao material descended further, uncovering her midriff and showcasing the smooth and toned expanse of her stomach, complete with a small and cute navel.

The fabric continued its descent, unveiling the alluring curve of her hips, the slight swell of her pubic mound, adorned with a delicate strip of pubic hair that framed her slit. Her pussy, glistening with arousal, beckoned to the crowd, its pink folds holding an invitation to pleasure.

The onlookers looked at an intimate view of her exquisite slit, the delicate folds, and the enticing suggestion of her entrance.

The air was charged with a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation. The mesmerized audience couldn't believe their eyes, with hushed whispers and disbelief filling the air.

"Oh kami-sama, kill me now," a man whispered in awe.

"Is this a dream?" another spoke, unable to comprehend the tantalising display before him.

"Someone kick me; this has to be a dream," another man exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief. The unfolding spectacle had left him questioning reality.

Amused by the crowd's reaction, Kushina felt a wave of arousal coursing through her and felt getting more wet. But her current client wasn't done. Not stopping there, the midget beckoned her to turn around showcasing her half exposed ass. As the qipao continued its descent, her ass was now fully exposed, firm and round, it captivated men's attention, each cheek a testament to her undeniable allure. The gentle curve of her back led down to the soft swell of her buttocks, inviting the touch of eager hands. The men could trace and see slightly glistened lower lips as she bent over a little when the midget traced hand over her spine sending shivers down her spine, as the qipao finally pooled around her feet.

He patted her ass, signalling her to turn around again. Kushina, now standing naked as the day she was born, with only high heels, silver anklets on her feet, and earrings and a necklace as her sole accessories on her goddess-like body. She embraced the attention with a playful smirk enjoying the effect she was having on everyone. The midget who had initiated this daring act looked on with satisfaction, having received more than what he bargained for. He collected the qipao and walked back in the crowd.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, a bold voice pierced through the air, "How about Ten A-rank pay for touching you Kushina-sama?" A burly man with big muscles came forward dressed only in long loose hakama pants. She thought he may be some high ranking samurai or a guard at high position.

With a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, she said, "Of course, come if you are willing to pay that much," eager to tease and play with her admirers. For some reason Kushina didn't care that the man wore only pants, leaving his huge, sexily muscled, well-sculpted upper body on display.

Kushina shamelessly looked him up and down, gazing at him with the same lust-filled expressions the crowd was eyeing her nude, voluptuous body with.

'Finally, a muscular brute,' Kushina thought, biting her lower lip as she looked at him, having already felt heat going down her core . He had a body that looked like it was built by a master sculptor, thick and veiny arms, and a broad back not to mention hairless, well chiselled and muscular chest. She found his face familiar but was unable to associate it with anyone. That didn't stop her from finding him somewhat attractive and ogling his body though. Just the thought of having his hands on her was already making her wet, she licked her lips unconsciously.

As the generous benefactor, Big man made his way to the stage, his eyes ablaze with anticipation,He almost towered over her by two feet, she realized when they reached face to face. Kushina stood before him, nude and fully exposed before the eyes of all those present. Her body, a literal definition of desire. With a lust hazed mind , the man reached out, his big fingers trembling with excitement, and cupped her breasts in his hands. His touch was tentative at first, exploring the supple flesh with reverence.

"Damn, so lucky..." a man moaned in the crowd.

"Damn that rich samurai," another muttered.

"Fuck, this is wild," another muttered as he the spectacle unfolding.

“Ahh” a soft moan escaping her lips, Kushina arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his eager hands. His fingers danced across her skin, tracing the delicate curves of her nipples. With a teasing flick, he brushed his thumb over her hardened peaks, “ahhah” eliciting another gasp of pleasure from her lips.

Emboldened by her response, the big man leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from her hardened nipples.

With a playful grin, Kushina taunted him, “Come on suck on them, you want them don't you? Ahh” she shuddered in moans from his touch, teasing him with the promise of pleasure yet to come. But just as his lips brushed against her skin, she held up a finger, halting his advance.

"Not so fast," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "That will cost you extra." she ended with a playful sadistic smirk.

She observed a visibly surprised reaction from the big man; she almost laughed at his expressions, it fuelled her lust more. It was as if she had taken a child's favourite toy.

However, this elicited a strong reaction from the crowd, with shouts and bids ringing out.

"I'll pay Fifteen A-rank missions to suck your boobs!" shouted someone from the audience.

"I'll pay Twenty! and pieces of jewelry! To go for more" someone else shouted.

"I'll pay twenty-five A-rank missions to step on me like that servant!!!" another man offered.

"Fifty A-rank missions!!! for a private show." In the midst of the hectic bidding war, Yami, one of the duo of young men who had approached her, originally gave an offer that somehow stood out above the rest.

"Of course, if you can pay that much," Kushina spoke as her violet eyes glinted in amusement. Yami intervened and threw blank cheques at her feet. She looked at the name of the guarantor and almost purred.

"Well, well. It seems we have some big spenders tonight," she added with a sly smile, turning to the crowd. “It seems your luck has run out today. Those who have all bid successfully kindly send the payment to my quarters, You know where it is don’t you ?” she purred and licked her lips, as the crowd eagerly nodded like hypnotised puppies. Turning back to the big burly man she patted his cheeks. "I hope you had a good time, sweetie. Perhaps we can meet again sometime." she said with a wink as her hand playfully teased his big hard on over his pants.

As she took a step away from the big man, The crowd booed in disappointment, obviously wanting more.

“No Kushina-sama, we want more,” the audience chanted.

Ignoring the crowd with a salacious smirk, she looked at the duo of young men. “Come on, my cuties, let's have some fun tonight,” she said as she made a come-hither motion to the duo. The duo eagerly stood beside her, each taking a side.

As she turned, Jin and Yami, her companions to the private show tonight, looked back at the crowd and flipped them off causing them to booo more.

“Those lucky young rich bastards,” one man shouted.

Smirking at the crowd, the young rich nobles walked alongside the nude redhead, their hands boldly placed on her ass, squeezing the soft, firm flesh. This brazen act earned them another round of curses from the not-so-amused crowd.

“Ahaa, have patience, cuties, ahann” Kushina spoke as she shuddered and released a sultry sigh.

Reaching a private room, she sat on the bed with both men looking at her with lust-filled expressions. The room's air was thick with desire, and the sexual tension heightened.She looked back at them with the same lust filled expressions. Not at them specifically, but at the pair of restless tents these insolent young men had in their pants. Those of which were pointed at the redhead. She licked her lips flamboyantly, spread her legs and said:"So, who's going to be first?" As she teasingly used her fingers to open her pussy lips...

And with that Kushina’s eyes opened, as she sat on bed with a wet mark between legs “What the hell was that, that was so surreal” she spoke .

“No No you weren't supposed to wake up, It was my time to play in your dreams” the naughty cried .

‘Thank log you awakened she was taking over everything’ the moral voice in her head spoke.

She nodded the images from the dream still vividly playing on her mind. Looking at the clock it was already 4 am.

“Better get up then sleep like this” she thought as she sighed.

TBC

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