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To Be Hokage - Chapter 26 : Are they telling the truth?

Kushina led Hiruzen to the guest quarters, her tone formal, though laced with a trace of irritation left over from their earlier spar. She gestured toward the neatly arranged room, her gaze pointedly avoiding his knowing smirk.
“You can use the washroom here if you need it,” she said briskly, stepping back as though eager to put some distance between them.
Hiruzen chuckled softly, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Thank you, Kushina-chan. Don’t worry, I won’t take too long.”
She didn’t respond. With a sharp turn on her heel, Kushina ascended the stairs to her own room, fists clenched at her sides. Her cheeks were still warm, not from embarrassment, but from the lingering sting of the spar and the humiliation it brought.
She pushed open the door to her washroom and let out a deep sigh as she stepped inside. The tension from the match clung to her skin like static, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and effort.
Stripping out of her clothes, Kushina caught her reflection in the wide mirror above the sink. Her fiery red hair clung to her face in damp strands. Bruises bloomed faintly along her arms and legs, little souvenirs from the spar. Her gaze narrowed as she twisted to the side, eyeing the imprint of a particularly hard strike across her ass cheek.
“Stupid old man,” she muttered, pulling her hair into a loose knot. The bruises weren’t the worst of it, what bothered her more was the memory of Hiruzen’s smug grin as he delivered those humiliating, taunting spanks.
“He’s lucky I didn’t fry him right then and there,” she growled, stepping into the hot shower. The water cascaded over her in heavy, cleansing waves, washing away grime and easing the stiffness in her limbs.
Her mind, however, remained restless.
If I’d just kept my head, I could’ve had him… she murmured, hands lathering her skin with soap. But no amount of frustration could deny the truth.
“I let that damn pervy clone of mine take over at the worst possible time,” she admitted aloud, a reluctant laugh bubbling from her lips. The memory of her shadow clone pressing itself seductively against Hiruzen’s clone was both mortifying and absurdly amusing.
“That clone acted like a horny lovesick teenager,” she grumbled, cheeks darkening as the image returned to her unbidden. “Practically glued herself to him… no wonder I lost focus.”
As her hands moved lower, skimming over her wet pubic mound and the sensitive skin between her thighs, she paused. Her breath caught as a familiar heat stirred inside her.
“What is wrong with me?” she whispered, barely audible over the sound of the shower. Her mind betrayed her with an image of Hiruzen, grinning, smug, and annoyingly unshaken. The way he looked at her, the way he spanked her, the firm press of his fundoshi-covered groin brushing against her hip,
Her traitorous inner voice whispered, “I wonder if the old man is big…”
“Shut up, you perv,” she hissed under her breath. “You’re the reason I lost today. I had him... I had him!”
“Come on, you liked it too”, the voice cooed back. “Those spank made your knees buckle…”
“Shut up!” she snapped at herself, but the thought lingered, insistent, crawling deeper into her belly as her fingers moved with renewed purpose.
Her hand slipped between her thighs, parting her slick folds with practiced ease. Her body trembled slightly, aching from more than just the spar.
“Minato…” she breathed, the name of her husband falling from her lips like a confession. Her fingers moved rhythmically now, drawing gentle, teasing circles. Desire pulsed through her, tangled with guilt and yearning.
Images of her husband filled her mind, his hands, so sure of her body, his mouth at her neck, the deep baritone of his voice whispering her name like prayer.
Her climax came in soft, shuddering waves under the warm spray of the shower, and with it, a shudder of release .
“Come home soon,” she whispered, eyes closed, her voice trembling with emotion.
Meanwhile, in the guest quarters, Hiruzen stood beneath his own stream of hot water. His thoughts were, unsurprisingly, on the spar, and the redhead who had nearly taken him down.
“That was closer than I expected,” he muttered, scrubbing his arms with deliberate strokes. His limbs and body were bruised just like Kushina, but more pronounced. Kushina was quite a strong woman and he would not like to face her in a serious battle.
If it wasn't for the fact that Hiruzen didn't neglect his ninja training even after retirement, he wouldn't have been able to do anything against the Uzumaki's overwhelming offensive. In fact, even so she had almost defeated him. No, she had actually defeated him. He was only saved at the last second as she lost her concentration by the mischievous play by one of her clones behind the bushes.
A grin pulled at his lips. “That clone of hers… what a wild thing.”
He chuckled, remembering how Kushina’s clone had practically thrown herself at his clone. If his own clone hadn’t acted like some flustered virgin genin on his first date, things might’ve gotten interesting.
“I’ve heard shadow clones can be unpredictable,” he mused, “but I didn’t expect mine to act like a nervous schoolboy.”
He laughed again, deep, hearty, and thoroughly amused.
“Why couldn’t my clone be more like me?” he asked the tiled ceiling, water running down his face. “Confident. Composed. Maybe even just a little bold. Hell, I could’ve taken advantage of that sultry clone…”
His grin widened at the memory, and he shook his head.
“That means Kushina’s got a perverted streak,” he said aloud, chuckling. “With that fiery spirit of hers, it makes sense. No wonder one of her clones acted the way she did.”
The memory lingered, how her clone’s hips had pressed shamelessly into his, how her eyes had flickered with hunger and mischief.
“She’s strong,” he admitted. “But she’s unpredictable… and clearly a closet perv.” a grin blossomed on his face “A new thing I discovered today, i alway had doubts but it got confirmed today”
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “I wonder if I can coax that side out again.”
As he finished up, Hiruzen dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist. His thoughts remained caught somewhere between amusement and vivid fantasy.
“Kushina Uzumaki,” he murmured as he stepped out of the washroom. “You’re full of surprises.”
He took a moment to look around the guest quarters. The room hadn’t changed much, but the memories it held came rushing back.
“Ah, it’s been so long,” he mused, pacing slowly. “I remember Biwako spent the night with her here, back when she was preparing for Kushina’s delivery. I stayed in this room the night before Minato took her outside the village… to that sealed area.”
The nostalgia faded quickly, replaced by a sly grin.
“If I’m here washing up…” His voice trailed off as a new thought crept in.
That means Kushina might be showering too.
A flash of heat sparked in his groin as the image formed in his imagination, a wet, nude Kushina, steam curling around her curves, moaning softly under the spray.
“I still remember that cute little moan she made at my place,” he thought, his grin widening further. “When she took a bath there... logs, it was adorable.”
He shook his head briskly, trying to snap himself out of it. “I can’t just barge into her room,” he muttered. “Knowing her, she probably has traps set up, or worse, that chakra seal matrix of hers.”
Still, the temptation lingered.
With a sigh, he dressed quickly and returned to the main room. Settling into the chair with a practiced ease, he pulled out his pipe and began packing it with fresh tobacco.
As he lit the bowl and took a long drag, exhaling a thick plume of smoke, a mischievous twinkle returned to his eyes.
“I’ll just wait for the redhead,” he said to himself, relaxing back in the chair. “Let’s see what surprises she has next.”

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Across Konoha, Motono Hiroshi still lay in his bed even though it was way past morning. The dark curtains prevented any light in the room as he stared at the dark ceiling, his mind trapped in a loop, fixated on the moment from events of the week. The moment the sexy redhead Kushina climbed that damn ladder. Her skirt had ridden up with every slow step, teasing him mercilessly. His hand on his morning wood which refused to go down.
He groaned softly, shutting his eyes and letting the memory twist into something more satisfying, something he wanted to happen.
In his mind, Kushina stood at the base of the ladder, brushing her fiery red hair aside, glancing back at him with a knowing, playful smirk.
"Motono-san," her voice lilted sweetly, almost singing to him. "I can’t quite reach it. Could you spot me?"
His heart thudded in his chest as the fantasy played out. He stepped closer in his imagination, standing directly beneath her, close enough to catch the sweet scent of her perfume. It was a mix of wildflowers and something raw, something uniquely her. As she climbed higher, her skirt crept up, inch by slow inch, revealing those smooth, powerful thighs that haunted his dreams.
“I… I still can’t reach it,” she purred, shifting just enough that the hemline lifted to reveal the delicate lace trim lining the inside of her thighs.
Motono swallowed hard. His hands twitched at his sides. If he just reached out… if he just slid a hand up those thighs… she’d gasp, maybe even moan, shiver under his touch.
He imagined tilting his head up, his eyes drinking in the creamy expanse of her legs as she stretched higher. The fabric of her skirt clung tightly to the curve of her ass, and then, there.
His breath hitched. Her panties stretched taut across her perfect round cheeks. In his fantasy, they weren’t the plain black cotton she had actually worn, they were sheer, lacy, see-through. Barely enough to hide the soft, inviting lips beneath. And he could see it now, the subtle wetness forming, a dark patch soaking through the center, the fabric molded tightly to her pussy.
In the fantasy, he stepped in, his voice a low murmur. “Don’t worry, Kushina-san… I’ll hold you steady.”
His hands would slide around her hips, thumbs pressing gently into her flesh as his gaze zeroed in on the slick heat building between her legs.
“You’re so helpful, Motono-san,” she’d whisper coyly, and in his mind, she parted her legs just a little wider, offering him a perfect view of her needy slit, barely concealed by that soaked lace.
He imagined the soft gasp she’d make as he slid a hand up her inner thigh, brushing along the trembling edge of her panties.
“One more step,” she’d said in reality, pulling him back from his haze. She didn’t say it. She turned slowly, looking down at him, violet eyes filled with something dark, hungry.
“Do you like what you see, Motono-san?”
He groaned aloud in bed, his hand moving beneath the sheets.
He imagined her legs trembling as he reached up, sliding her panties down, inch by inch, revealing her glistening, pink folds, her pussy already swollen with need, wetness trailing down her thighs.
“Soon,” he whispered in the darkness, his breath ragged as his hand worked on his hardened member. “One day you’ll beg me for it.”
He shifted beneath the sheets again, his body hot, his cock throbbing in his grip as the fantasy took over.
He saw himself continuing, his hands gliding up her thighs, her skin so warm, so soft. She let out a breathless moan, her body trembling as his fingers brushed the edge of her pussy lips, already slick with juices.
“Kushina-san…” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “You’re so needy. Let me take care of you.”
She bit her lip in his imagination, pretending to stay focused on the scroll above, but he knew better. Her legs shifted wider. Her hips gave the faintest roll against his hand.
His fingers pulled the panties down to her knees,and he adjusted her legs, widening them more, baring her soaked slit. The heat radiating off her was unbearable, and as his knuckles grazed her wet folds, he smiled.
“You’re already dripping,” he whispered. Pressing his palm against her, he felt how soaked she’d become for him.
Her breath hitched. She whimpered softly, "Motono-san...", but there was no resistance, only a trembling need that made him bolder.
He slid his fingers between her folds, parting her pussy slowly, deliberately, feeling her juices coat his fingertips. Her thighs trembled around him. She arched her back, pushing herself into his hand with an unspoken please.
“You’re holding back, Kushina,” he muttered darkly, his fingers circling her clit in slow, torturous motions. “But your body’s begging.”
In his mind, she moaned, moaned, and pressed her forehead to the shelf, hips rocking back against his fingers. His other hand slid up to grip her ass firmly, spreading her wider. Her panties pooled at her ankles.
He imagined her pussy glistening under the overhead light, her slickness dripping down her thighs.
“Such a perfect little cunt,” he whispered.
He climbed the steps until his face reached the level of her ass leaned in, licking the curve of her ass, then dragging his tongue through her folds, tasting her arousal. Kushina moaned louder, her hips jerking as she rocked herself onto his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she panted in his mind. That confident, sharp-mouthed kunoichi, reduced to nothing but moans and gasps under his tongue, to a simple woman in need. He held her tight, his mouth devouring her, her juices spilling onto his tongue.
Motono moaned under the sheets as he imagined the delicious taste of the female juices of the famous Red Hot-Blooded Habanero. “If it is of such beauty it must be splendid, nothing compared to the taste of any other woman.”, his fist pumping his cock as the fantasy intensified.
He imagined her riding his face, grinding her wet pussy onto his mouth, moaning his name over and over. Her taste coated his tongue. Her juices dripped from his jaw. Her scent overwhelmed him.
But then his fantasy turned darker.
He imagined pulling her down and shoving her against the shelves. One hand pinned her wrists above her head, the other slipped between her thighs, spreading her again.
“You always act so untouchable, Kushina,” he growled into her ear, his breath hot. “But look at you now… trembling, dripping, begging.”
He imagined rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her slickness.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you want it.”
She whimpered, pressing back into him, but he held her still.
“Say it, Kushina,” he growled.
Finally, she gasped it out, “I need it!”
He thrust deep into her soaked cunt, stretching her open, making her scream his name as he pounded into her hard and fast, over and over, until she was a mess of moans and sweat, her juices coating his cock with every thrust.
That thought alone sent him over the edge.
He groaned, loud, primal, as his climax slammed into him, his cock throbbing in his grip, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and pants, his breath ragged and uneven.
Collapsing back against his pillow, Motono’s body trembled, chest heaving. The sheets were sticky, the room heavy with the scent of his release and sweat.
And still, the fantasy lingered.
“One day,” he muttered in the dark, licking his lips. “One day, I’ll have you exactly like that, Kushina.”

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Back in the Uzumaki compound, Kushina in white lace bra and maroon knickers, adjusted the hem of her maroon pencil skirt, tugging it just enough to ensure it clung smoothly to her hips down to just above knees. The snug fit accentuated every curve of her toned figure, outlining her ass and figure. She smoothed out the slight wrinkles in her sleeveless blouse, the fabric hugging her breasts and drawing attention to her waist. As she secured her long red hair into her signature high ponytail, a small, self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
Today was going to be a busy day.
Descending the stairs with the quiet confidence her sharp eyes immediately caught sight of the old man already seated at the dining table. Hiruzen was sipping tea, his posture relaxed, expression calm, yet there was something in the subtle lift of his lips, a glint in his eyes that gave him away.
A mischievous undercurrent that gloated at having gotten away with it. A hidden smirk tucked just beneath his grandfatherly exterior.
Kushina crossed her arms under her chest and tilted her head slightly. "Had a shower, old man?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
Hiruzen exhaled contentedly and set his cup down with a soft clink. "Of course. It was wonderful." He paused just long enough to make her wary, then added with a knowing wink, "But I bet your clone would have liked to watch me."
She felt an involuntary twitch at the corner of her eye but didn’t rise to the bait. Not this time. She’d learned to brace herself against his teasing. Still, a faint flush crept up her neck as her mind flashed to the moment her clone had practically draped itself over his in the spar.
'Stupid clone. Acting like a horny brat in heat.'
"You should be grateful my clone wasn't there," she replied evenly, turning toward the kitchen. "Might have dragged you out for a scrub. With a steel brush."
Hiruzen chuckled but didn’t push further. The twinkle in his eye said he enjoyed the mental image far more than he should have.
Kushina moved fluidly to the stove, grabbed the kettle, and filled it with water. The sharp hiss of the gas flame roaring to life beneath it was oddly satisfying. "Quick ramen, old man?" she asked over her shoulder.
Hiruzen made a face, the kind old people reserved for modern conveniences they secretly loved. "You young people and your obsession with instant food."
Kushina smirked. "Yeah, yeah. You still eat it every time I make it."
She retrieved two bowls with practiced ease and pulled out a few of Naruto’s beloved orange-labeled ramen packets. But unlike her son, she didn’t dump them in plain. She added soft-boiled eggs, sliced green onions, and a few thin cuts of grilled pork belly, elevating the simple meal into something rich, hearty, and undeniably satisfying.
Hiruzen watched her as she moved. There was something different about the way his gaze lingered, something contemplative, almost admiring.
"You're adjusting well," he said suddenly.
Kushina glanced at him as she stirred the broth. "To what?"
"Everything. I mean, you just got your ass spanked." He waved a hand casually, as if talking about the weather. "You lost the bet again and haven’t complained this time around..." His eyes twinkled as he leaned forward just slightly. "And you haven’t threatened revenge. Yet."
She huffed. "It’s been like an hour, old man. Give me some credit."
'And my ass still tingles from that last slap, you bastard.'
Hiruzen chuckled. "Oh, I do. More than you know."
They ate together in easy silence, the gentle clink of chopsticks and the occasional slurp of noodles the only sounds between them. But every time she shifted in her seat, Kushina was hyper-aware of the tight fabric of her skirt brushing against the lingering warmth on her skin, especially where his hand had landed earlier. The throbbing sensation still pulsed in the curve of her ass, igniting a subtle heat with each small movement.
Her thighs pressed together unconsciously beneath the table, trying to suppress the ache slowly blooming between them.
When they finished, Kushina stood and stretched, her arms rising overhead, blouse lifting her breasts jiggled and her figure accentuated . She tugged the hem of her skirt again. She didn't see Hiruzen’s face as wild thought ran in his mind and he raced to control them
She reached for her bag. "Alright, let's get moving."
Hiruzen stood at a slower pace, brushing imaginary dust from his robe with deliberate grace. His gaze dipped, just for a second, to the curve of her hips, the way her skirt hugged that fine ass of hers like a gift wrapped just for him.
They stepped outside the compound together. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden streaks across the village paths as they walked.
Another day awaited.

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The walk to the Hokage Tower was mostly silent, punctuated only by respectful nods from civilians and shinobi who bowed as they passed. The morning air was crisp, and the rhythmic echo of two Hokage walking side by side filled the quiet space between them. Kushina didn’t mind the silence. Hiruzen, for all his teasing, knew when not to speak.
Soon, they reached the towering structure that housed the heart of Konoha’s administration. As they stepped through the large entrance doors, Kushina wasted no time.
"I’ll see you later, old man," she said curtly, excusing herself from Hiruzen’s side. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and made her way toward the archive library.
She had work to do.
The proposal Shikaku had sent her needed to be reviewed thoroughly before she presented it to the ambassador. If the plan was executed well, the Fire Daimyo himself might get involved, if she could get the ambassador interested and involved in the project. That level of attention would give the project the momentum it needed.
As she neared the archive library, she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer number of shinobi who had registered for the event.
‘So many names... so many eyes watching this already,’ she mused, stepping into the cool, scroll-filled chamber.
The moment she entered, several shinobi stationed nearby stood straighter and bowed respectfully. Kushina gave a short nod before making her way to her usual corner.
Unsealing the scroll Shikaku had sent her, she spread it open across the polished wooden desk. Her fingers smoothed over the parchment instinctively, eyes scanning the content with focus and admiration.
The plan was impressive.
Taking cues from the Chunin Exams, Shikaku had proposed a four-stage elimination process, each round meant to escalate in intensity and strategy.
Round 1: A written exam, though the details were purposefully vague. Knowing Shikaku, it likely involved psychological tricks or stealth grading methods.
Round 2: A treasure hunt, forcing teams to clash and strategize for objectives.
Round 3: A solo race, testing chakra control, speed, endurance, and resilience.
Round 4: A grand, no-holds-barred battle royale in the main arena.
It was still a rough outline, but the concept had clear potential. More than just testing shinobi, it was a spectacle, a demonstration of Konoha’s strength and ingenuity. If framed right, it could become an annual tradition, drawing attention far beyond the Fire Country.
But there were holes, details that would need hashing out in person with Shikaku.
Kushina rolled the scroll up and leaned back, her fingers rhythmically tapping the wood of the desk.
‘Yes... this could work.’
She was just about to rise when she sensed three chakra signatures approaching. The chakra was familiar. Comforting, even. A small smile crept onto her lips.
‘My team.’
Ryoichi Ikasume. Takahiro Kamano. Yoko Watane.
Each one handpicked by her, newly assigned, newly sharpened. They had trained relentlessly these past few weeks, working as a unit, refining their techniques. Preparing.
The trio stopped in front of her table and bowed together, unified and respectful.
"Kushina-sama," Ryoichi was the first to speak. His voice was steady but full of excitement. It had been nearly two weeks since their last meeting, yet his eyes still burned with gratitude. "We still can’t thank you enough for believing in us. For giving us this chance, not just to be promoted, but to train directly under you, if we succeed."
Kushina leaned back slightly, watching them all with a soft, fond gaze. The fire in their eyes reminded her of herself once. Young. Eager. Reckless.
Yoko stepped forward next, her posture straight. "Thank you, Kushina-sama. I won’t disappoint you," she said with fierce determination.
Takahiro, the tallest of them all, nodded with silent conviction. "We’ll give it everything we have. This opportunity isn’t something we’ll waste."
Kushina chuckled gently and shook her head. "I haven’t done anything yet. All I did was open the door. Whether you walk through it and make something of yourselves... that’s on you."
"But that’s already more than we could’ve hoped for," Ryoichi replied quickly. "Before this, we were stuck in the archives, pushing paper, assisting others from the sidelines. If not for this, we’d probably be there forever." His hands clenched into fists. "We won’t waste it."
Kushina studied them for a long moment, her arms crossing under her chest.
‘So full of hope. That burning need to be seen. I know that look too well.’
She finally exhaled. "I hope you’re training seriously, because this won’t be easy. You’re not just competing with rookies, you’re going against some seasoned shinobi who’ve been here longer than some of you have been alive."
Yoko nodded quickly. "We’ve been sparring every day. We’re tightening our coordination. We understand we won’t survive if we can’t move as one."
Takahiro grinned. "We’ve been reviewing old Chunin Exam records too. Studying what failed and what worked."
Kushina arched her brow, mildly impressed. "Smart. But that won’t be enough. You need more. Know your own flaws. Guard each other’s blind spots. And don’t hesitate. Ever. The ones who freeze up... they’re the ones who get carried out."
Ryoichi looked to his teammates, then returned his gaze to her. "Then train with us. Please. We need to see the difference between us and the real thing. Even if it’s too much... we need to feel that gap."
Kushina let out a surprised laugh, one hand resting on her hip. "Oh? You really think you're ready for that?" She leaned in, her voice lower, edged with warning. "You might regret asking."
Yoko swallowed but didn’t back down. "We know it’ll be hard, but if we’re going to survive this, we have to feel what elite combat really means."
Kushina stared for a moment, then smirked. "Alright. Tomorrow. Morning at 5 am. Training Field Sixteen. I’ll see where you really stand."
The trio visibly straightened, their excitement impossible to hide.
"We won’t let you down, Kushina-sama!" Takahiro promised.
She waved them off. "Don’t thank me yet. Just show up ready. I won’t be holding back."
As they turned and left, she watched them disappear down the corridor, her expression unreadable.
‘They’ve got fire… but is that enough? Will they last even a round?’
She shook her head slightly and reached for her coat.
But not far behind, nestled in the deeper shadows of the archives, three more figures lingered, silent, hidden.
They had seen everything.
The moment Kushina stepped out of sight, Haihuen clicked his tongue.
"Did you see that? Damn Ryoichi got himself a squad... and now Kushina-sama’s training them personally."
Baicho scoffed, cracking his knuckles. "I’m not letting that smug prick outshine me. No fucking way."
Shinsuke folded his arms calmly, always the strategist. "So? What’s the plan?"
A slow, wicked grin curled Baicho’s lips. "Plan?" He chuckled, slapping a fist into his palm. "We crash the party."

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The moment Kushina stepped near the office of the Jōnin Commander’s Office, she caught a familiar whiff of tobacco smoke drifting through the air. Her nose scrunched, and she exhaled sharply.
‘That lazy bastard...’
She didn’t bother knocking. With a firm push, she swung the door open and stepped inside Shikaku Nara’s office.
As expected, the Jōnin Commander was exactly where he always was, slouched back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. His half-lidded eyes barely flicked toward her as she entered, but they didn't miss the sharp silhouette of her hips or the way her blouse clung to her chest.
“Ah,” he said in his usual drawl, eyes trailing down her figure before returning to her face. “You’re here early.”
Kushina folded her arms under her chest, her tone unimpressed. “And you’re here being an absolute slob, as usual.”
Her gaze flicked to the tendrils of smoke curling around his head.
“And didn’t I tell you not to smoke indoors, lazyass?”
Shikaku blinked slowly and exhaled another puff. “It helps me think.”

Kushina stepped forward, snatched the cigarette from his lips, and crushed it into the corner of his already overflowing ashtray. “Then think harder.”
Shikaku sighed, stretching lazily. “Troublesome woman...” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” she shot him a glare that could’ve cracked glass.
“Nothing,” he replied smoothly. “So? You finally read my plan?”
Kushina clicked her tongue. “Yeah, I read it. It’s decent.”
Shikaku raised an eyebrow. “Just decent?”
Kushina gestured toward the door. “Come with me. We need to discuss this properly in the meeting room.”
He groaned, dragging his feet off the desk and rising to stand. “What a drag.”
Kushina rolled her eyes and turned, walking ahead of him, hips swaying beneath her snug pencil skirt. Shikaku’s eyes dropped instinctively, catching the subtle curve of her ass and the way the fabric hugged her thighs like a second skin.
‘Damn... She really doesn't even try.’
They entered the adjacent strategy room. A large table stood at the center, surrounded by chairs. Kushina moved to it briskly, unsealing the scroll Shikaku had sent her and spreading it across the surface.
Shikaku dropped lazily into a chair, resting his chin in his palm. Kushina remained standing, hands planted on the wood, eyes flicking over the contents again.
“So,” Shikaku tapped his fingers. “You don’t like it?” He glanced up at the redhead, her blouse subtly rising and falling with her breath, the fabric tightening every time she leaned forward.
Kushina sighed. “I didn’t say that.”
He smirked. “You said ‘decent.’ That’s practically an insult coming from you.”
Her lips twitched. “Fine. I actually like it.”
Shikaku gave a mock sigh of relief. “Finally, some recognition.”
Kushina ignored his sarcasm and pointed at the scroll. “The four-stage elimination system is solid. Using a Chunin Exam-like format is smart. It filters out the weak early so only the most skilled reach the end.”
He nodded. “That’s the point. You can’t throw thousands of shinobi into a single battle royale. It’d be a massacre.”

She tapped Phase One. “Written exam with a twist. Explain.”
“Simple,” Shikaku said. “It’s a written test, but they don’t get the answers directly. They’ll have to gather intel, cheat, eavesdrop. It mimics real-world missions, intel retrieval under pressure.”
Kushina smirked. “So they have to cheat?”
“Only the clever ones,” Shikaku grinned.
Kushina nodded. “Alright. I like that. But no automatic disqualifications. If they get caught, just penalize them. We don’t toss out shinobi just for being a little sloppy.”
“Fair,” Shikaku agreed.
She moved to the second phase: Treasure Hunt.
“This one’s interesting. Team combat, strategy, resource management. But there’s a flaw.”
“Oh?”
“What’s stopping stronger teams from hiding until time runs out?”
Shikaku smirked. “Did you think I’d overlook that?”
Kushina narrowed her eyes. “Explain.”
“It’s a timed event. Each team needs to collect points by defeating other teams, stealing from them, or completing objectives. If a team hides and earns no points, they fail automatically.”
Kushina grinned. “Now we’re talking.”
“Also,” he added, “some treasures are traps. Some are fake. Only a few are real, and heavily guarded.”
Kushina laughed. “You really made this a pain in the ass.”
“That’s the goal.”
She moved to Phase Three: The Water Race.
“This one tests chakra control and speed,” Shikaku explained. “But it’s not a sprint. There are hazards, obstacles. They can attack each other, but no killing or drowning, immediate disqualification.”
Kushina studied the section, then tapped her finger against it. “Make the course longer. Add multiple terrains, water, cliffs, rocky paths, dense forest. Make them adapt constantly.”
Shikaku rubbed his chin. “Hmm. I like that. Forces chakra modulation.”
“Exactly.”
They reached the Final Phase: Battle Royale.
Shikaku leaned back. “Simple. No teams, no help. Everyone fights. Last one standing wins.”
Kushina tilted her head. “Arena style?”
He nodded. “Big battlefield. Multi-tiered, few places to hide.”
Kushina frowned. “Keep a few hiding spots. Strategy and ambushes are part of real shinobi combat.”
Shikaku considered. “Alright. But just enough. No room for cowards to camp out the whole fight.”
“Deal.”
“So?” he asked. “Final verdict?”
Kushina crossed her arms beneath her chest, breasts shifting slightly beneath her blouse. “It’s damn good. But I want the Fire Daimyo’s rep to see it. If we get his backing, this could become a national event.”
“You’re aiming higher than annual now?”
Kushina smirked. “If it works? Maybe.”
Shikaku stretched with a groan. “More work.”
Kushina rolled her eyes. “You don’t do half the work, lazyass.”
He grinned. “Exactly. And I plan to keep it that way.”
She scoffed, rolling up the scroll. “Get everything finalized. We will release the schedule soon.”
He gave a mock salute. “Hai, hai, Deputy Hokage-sama.”
“Shut up and get to work.”
As she turned to leave, Shikaku muttered just loud enough, “Troublesome woman.”
Kushina smirked.
Shikaku sighed, as if his eyes hadn’t lingered too long on her cleavage while she leaned across the table. If she noticed, she didn’t mention it. But given how clueless that woman was when it came to receiving male attention, he was sure she hadn’t.

He wasn't entirely proud of it, but during the meeting, his thoughts had wandered more than once to his redheaded visitor. Even now, the cigar he'd lit and the smoke filling his lungs didn't help stop him from thinking about her.

Imagining how it would feel to touch that round buttocks hidden beneath that tight skirt, wondering whether to confirm with his own hands if her breasts were as firm to the touch as they seemed, wondering how he would run his hands over the curves of her body and what it would be like to have those soft, seductive lips pressed against his own or other parts of his body.

He was happily married to Yoshino and had no intention of ruining their marriage over stupid thoughts, but even so, the redhead's attractiveness made it very difficult not to have that kind stupid thoughts. Sometimes, he couldn't help but see her as more than just his friend's wife.

"Forgive me, Minato," he muttered under his breath, "but your wife is getting more troublesome by the day."
Outside Kushina as she walked through corridors she thought ‘That lazy bastard really is good at what he does.’ Her thoughts oblivious to the man’s thoughts she had just met.
But first, she had a schedule to finalize.
'The idea of the test to collect information is good..... maybe it could also be used for future Chunin exams?'
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Kushina took a deep breath as she made her way toward the Hokage’s office, her heels clicking sharply against the polished wood floors of the Hokage Tower. Each step echoed her building tension. She knew exactly what awaited her behind that door.
The insufferable old man would not let her hear the end of it.
Her loss in their sparring match that morning still burned in her gut.
It was a bitter defeat, especially in her own home and her own grounds . And according to the spar's conditions that were set by her, it had been completely fair. But the old man was crafty. She had underestimated him... just a little.
Her own clone’s behavior had thrown her completely off guard. One moment she and her clones were fighting with precision and aggression and had him cornered, the next she was face down on the floor with his knee jammed into her back, one of his wrinkled hands pinning her wrist to the ground while the other...
She groaned aloud, shaking her head violently.
"No. No, no, no. Don’t think about it, Kushina!"
She gritted her teeth, determined not to let herself get flustered. She would not react to his teasing today. She made a vow to herself, she would stay cool, ignore his comments, and get through this like a professional.
But just as her hand touched the doorknob, an image she didn’t want came slamming into her mind.
The old man standing above her in nothing but that damn fundoshi, the fabric clinging to a thick, heavy bulge, his smug smirk infuriating as sweat gleamed on his bare chest and toned arms. For a man his age, he was... built. That fundoshi had left nothing to the imagination.
Her face burned immediately as she clenched her fists.
'What the hell are you thinking, Kushina?!' she screamed in her mind. 'Focus on work! Not the old man’s dick in that ridiculous loincloth!'
She sucked in a breath, held it, exhaled slowly, and pushed the door open.
Hiruzen was exactly where she expected him to be: seated behind his massive desk, pipe resting on its holder, stacks of neatly arranged documents around him. His mischievous eyes locked onto her the moment she entered, twinkling with delight.
"Ho, Kushi-chan!" he greeted far too enthusiastically, his tone soaked in amusement. "I didn’t expect you back in the office today! Thought you might be too ashamed after your shameful little loss this morning."
Kushina bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from snarling.
'Don’t react. Don’t react. Don’t react.'
She forced a blank expression onto her face, walked forward with careful grace, and took her seat across from him without a word.
She exhaled sharply through her nose. "Hello to you too, old man," she said flatly. "I don’t have time for your nonsense today, so don’t disturb me. I need to study Shikaku’s plan and decide which parts to present to Motono-san later."
Hiruzen chuckled, deep and knowing. That sound crawled under her skin.
"Haha, good, good," he said, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "You’re learning. You didn’t take the bait right away."
Kushina rolled her eyes and opened the scroll in front of her. "Be happy I’m busy, old man. Otherwise, I’d give you a taste of your own medicine." Her eyes lifted briefly, her lips tugging into a sly smirk. "And next time, I’m going to win."
Hiruzen’s grin widened. His pipe clinked softly as he picked it up again. "Oh? Still have some bite in you? Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t."
She didn’t answer this time. Her fingers moved over the parchment with slow, deliberate focus, tracing the annotations. She shifted subtly in her seat, as she was busy reading. Unaware that Hiruzen’s eyes had again drifted, studying her.
He watched the way her lips pressed together in focus, how the slight tension remained in her shoulders, a sign of frustration she was desperately trying to suppress.
He smirked to himself, letting his mind wander back to that morning.
Kushina had been fast, aggressive, unrelenting and had planned well as expected. But she had underestimated him, more importantly she hadn't expected her clone’s act.
One moment, she was striking alongside her clones wild and untamed, sweat glistening on her skin, her breath heavy with exertion.
The next she was on the ground beneath him, pinned expertly, her legs trapped beneath his knee, her arms twisted behind her back.
And her perfect, round ass was raised slightly, her tight pants doing absolutely nothing to conceal the firm curves beneath them.
Hiruzen had chuckled then a deep, low chuckle that rumbled from his chest.
Pinned beneath him, face flushed, muscles trembling, her perfect round ass raised just enough for the fabric of her tight pants to stretch beautifully over her curves.
“Still too slow, Kushi-chan,” he had murmured, watching her squirm against his hold. She had growled, cheeks flushed, strands of her crimson hair sticking to her skin, her muscles tensing as she struggled. But she couldn’t break free.
He had rested one hand on her back, the other pressed lightly against her wrist, but his eyes had locked onto the shape of her ass. His hand had slid, just slightly, resting atop the curve.
And then, he’d spanked her.
It was meant to be playful. Provoking.
But her reaction...
The jolt of her hips, the sharp inhale of breath, and that startled moan she barely swallowed.
He had felt it.
And from the way her face flushed and her breath hitched, she’d felt it too.
Back in the present, Hiruzen puffed gently on his pipe, masking his amusement as he watched her frown deepen at the scroll completely unaware of his thoughts.

'This game between us... it’s getting better every day,' he thought, his eyes lingering on the sway of her breasts each time she shifted. She didn’t realize that when she crossed her legs, her skirt rode up just enough to reveal the edge of her thigh. Visible to him from his position That when she leaned forward, her blouse stretched across her chest, giving him a clear view of the curve of her breasts.
Hiruzen smiled slowly behind his pipe.
Yes. This game was only getting more interesting.

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It was already past lunchtime when Kushina made her way toward Ambassador Motono’s office. The midday sun cast long shadows across the cobbled streets leading to the residence-cum-office nestled near the administrative quarter.
"Today, I’ll get him to approve my project, at least the pilot phase, and get it in front of the Fire Daimyo," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists lightly in determination.
As she approached the grand facade of Motono’s converted residence, the shinobi guards at the gate straightened and bowed in greeting. They were well used to her visits by now, but her presence never went unnoticed. She wasn’t just another official, she was Kushina Uzumaki, Deputy Hokage. Her name carried weight.
Stepping through the arched entranceway, she was immediately greeted, rather enthusiastically, by a familiar face.
"Kushina-san!" came the bright voice of Akashi, the Ambassador’s nephew, standing at the base of the ornate staircase that led to the upper floors. He was dressed in a finely tailored charcoal kimono, his long hair tied into a formal topknot. The silk shimmered faintly under the natural light pouring through the high windows, and his sharp eyes gleamed with mischief.
"You’re here again?" he spoke, leaning against the stair rail with practiced nonchalance. "Is my uncle giving you trouble?"
Kushina huffed a light laugh, one hand falling to her hip. "Hello to you too, Akashi-kun," she said with an amused shake of her head. "I’m here to discuss a new project with Motono-san. And no, he’s not causing trouble, why would he?"
As she ascended the stairs, Akashi smoothly fell into step beside her, hands tucked inside his sleeves like a proper young noble. His gait was calm, refined, and his eyes were glued on her form more specifically her ass..
"Ah, nothing. Just joking," he said lightly, glancing at her sideways. "But my uncle is... let’s say, a bit too traditional. If he doesn’t understand something new right away, well... I wouldn’t be surprised if he resisted."
Kushina was about to reply when she sensed the ambassador ahead. Her eyes flicked upward toward the hallway above, where Ambassador Motono himself stood, tall, dignified, and already staring down at them. His gaze was fixed directly on his nephew.
"Oh? And what is it that I don’t understand, nephew?"
Motono’s voice was smooth, but Kushina could hear the underlying tension beneath the politeness. The way his lips curved into a smile was pleasant enough, but the slight narrowing of his eyes as he regarded Akashi gave away his displeasure.
‘This punk. He’s trying to claw onto my plans again,’ Motono thought, biting back the urge to put his nephew in his place right there in front of her.
Akashi didn’t flinch. Instead, he gave a practiced, elegant bow, the perfect image of humility, and smoothly switched to formal Japanese.
"Oh, nothing, uncle."
Then, in a tone far more relaxed, he added, "I was simply telling Kushina-san how we’re open to new ideas. And, of course, I reminded her that I, too, have connections to the nobles in Daimyo-sama’s court. So while you’re busy with your official duties, I’d be happy to assist with any developments requiring a younger voice. I am learning under you, after all."
He smiled politely, but Kushina wasn’t blind. There was something blade-sharp behind that smile, a quiet challenge barely veiled beneath noble civility.
Motono’s own smile deepened, but it was a predator’s grin.
"Ho, no need to worry about Kushina-san’s ideas, Akashi," he said, his tone light but unmistakably final. "As Ambassador, it is my responsibility to ensure smooth cooperation between the Hokage’s Office and the Fire Daimyo’s court."
Kushina caught the subtle shift in his tone. The faintest hardening of the edges.
"Why don’t you focus on the report Asuma-san sent recently?" Motono added casually. "I trust you haven’t read it yet?"
There was a subtle taunt in his voice, just enough to sting.
‘Back off, you punk. She’s my target,’ Motono thought coolly.
For a moment, the tension crackled between them like charged wire.
Then Akashi offered a perfect, measured nod. "Of course, Uncle. I’ll attend to it immediately."
He bowed again, so perfectly composed that it was easy to miss the brief flicker of irritation in his brow.
As he turned and walked away, Kushina tilted her head, watching the younger man disappear down the corridor. Then she turned to the Ambassador with a faint chuckle.
"So, Akashi-kun is learning, huh?" she mused, her tone half-teasing.
Motono exhaled, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Of course. I’m training him, after all." He offered one final smirk toward where his nephew had gone. "He’ll be an ambassador someday. To some small, distant country."

Kushina raised an eyebrow and nodded in understanding.
‘Far away from Konoha. Far away from me, And far away from my Kushina’ he thought.
With a composed gesture, Motono clasped his hands behind his back and looked at her with cool professionalism.
"Come, Kushina-san. Let’s move to my office and discuss today’s agenda."
Kushina nodded, stepping in line beside him as they entered his private office. The secretary ‘Yukino’ at the doors bowed to them as they entered inside.
The ambassador’s office was as usual, filled with immaculately arranged bookshelves, a large wooden desk, and a grand window overlooking the village below.
As soon as they stepped inside, Motono gestured toward a luxurious chair opposite his desk. “Please, have a seat.”
Kushina sat back in her chair, crossing her legs as she adjusted the scroll on the desk. The soft fabric of her skirt hitched up slightly, exposing just a bit more of her toned thighs. She didn’t pay it any mind but Motono did.
His sharp eyes flickered toward her bare legs, trailing upward before he licked his lips, moving to his own seat with practiced composure. If she noticed his lingering stare, she didn’t let it show.
With a flick of her wrist, she unsealed a neatly rolled scroll from her pouch, spreading it across the desk and smoothing it out with her fingertips before looking up at him.
Motono removed his haori, folding it over the back of his chair before lowering himself gracefully into his seat. His fingers steepled together, and he regarded her with a casual, almost amused interest.
“So, tell me, Kushina-san,” he said smoothly, his lips curving slightly. “What project was my nephew so enthusiastically talking about?”
Kushina grinned, undeterred by his dry tone.
“Nothing crazy,” she said lightly, her voice carrying a hint of teasing. “It’s the same initiative I’ve mentioned in our past meetings. A large-scale shinobi evaluation project designed to test the best of Konoha’s forces while drawing international attention and, ideally, financial backing from the Daimyo.”
Motono let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if recalling their previous discussions.
“Ah, that.”
Kushina’s grin widened. “See? It’s simple.”
Motono’s eyes flickered toward the scroll, then back to her, but not before briefly settling somewhere else.
Her cleavage.
It wasn’t much, her blouse being professional but form fitted, just modest enough. But he still looked. He couldn’t help but look. His mind goes to fantasies in the morning.
He moved past it quickly, masking his infatuation beneath his usual business-like expression.
“Go on.”
Kushina leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the scroll, her voice firm and confident.
“This is a four-phase elimination tournament, an elite shinobi trials event. Think of it like the Chūnin Exams, but focused exclusively on experienced shinobi, testing them through a series of grueling trials.”
Motono hummed, nodding as he listened. But Kushina caught something off about his focus. His gaze lingered not on the scroll, not even on her eyes.
But on her lips.
And then, her chest again.
‘Tch. What’s he doing?’ she thought irritably but kept her expression impassive.
“And the goal?” he asked, almost absentmindedly.
Kushina tapped the scroll.
“To refine the abilities of our second-string shinobi, the ones who aren’t quite elite yet but have the potential to be. If successful, this could be a springboard for a formalized ranking system.” She sat back slightly, crossing her arms. “If this succeeds, we can hold it annually or biennially, increasing prestige and strengthening Konoha’s Military.”
Motono raised an eyebrow, finally snapping back to the actual discussion.
“Political leverage?”
Kushina nodded. “If we have the Daimyo-sama’s involvement, it becomes more than just an internal shinobi event. It becomes a Fire Country-sponsored tradition. And if other nations take interest…”
Motono’s lips curled into a slow smirk.
“Then it becomes something bigger than just Konoha.”
Kushina grinned, her eyes flashing with satisfaction.
“Exactly.”
Motono leaned back, exhaling deeply, his eyes subtly roaming over her features. She could feel him observing her, assessing her excitement, her enthusiasm, but she had no idea that he was appreciating something else entirely.
“This… is ambitious,” he admitted, his tone suggesting it bordered on unrealistic. “The Daimyo and his nobles don’t open their wallets for just anything. Konoha already has considerable strength, reputation and funding. I don't think they feel the need to do more.”
Motono could easily imagine how the Daimyo’s court would dismiss Kushina’s proposal as unnecessary and a waste of money.
If there were an actual war, rather than just heightened tensions or even whispers of an impending invasion on the Daimyo’s lands, it might be easier to convince them. But in times like these, with the cold war dragging on, getting them to invest in a large-scale initiative like this would be an uphill battle.
The nobles were fools, but not complete fools. The cold war had been simmering for years, and in their minds, no other nation would dare break it unless provoked directly by their respective Daimyo. And that, they believed, was unlikely, given how frail and overly cautious most nobles were. It would have been a different case entirely if the Land of Fire were smaller, like the surrounding countries without hidden villages. In that scenario, convincing the Daimyo’s court might have been much easier. Smaller nations relied heavily on spectacle and public displays of strength to maintain political relevance, something this tournament could have offered in spades.
Not to mention the possible problems of internal politics. It was certain that a good number of nobles would look askance at Konoha continuing to grow stronger, with no real need in sight. They might feel that their authority was being challenged or fear that Konoha would want to build up forces to supplant the Daimyo and take over the country.
The Twelve Guardian Ninja still held diverging opinions on Konoha’s growing power.
Kazuma, the most vocal among them, along with his loyal faction, frequently criticized the current order. Their ideas concerning internal politics and who truly deserved to rule the Land of Fire were not entirely new. Motono, more moderate in temperament, was well aware that certain nobles quietly endorsed Kazuma’s views—some even within the Daimyo’s own court.
After all, the nobility had long been wary of allowing a militarized village like Konoha to grow too powerful, fearing that an overly dominant "war dog" might eventually turn on its masters. No noble wanted to stake their influence only to be discarded, or worse, killed, once they were no longer useful.
It was precisely because of the current cold war-like tension between the great villages that most factions remained quiet, choosing political patience over open confrontation. But Motono knew better. He could feel it beneath the silence: something was brewing. And it wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

But this was an opportunity for him as well that he won't miss, he saw as Kushina tilted her head slightly.
“But worth it.”
Motono drummed his fingers against the desk, then nodded.
“Hmm. Before taking this to the Daimyo-sama, we need to publicize it.”
Kushina’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Publicize? How?”
Motono smiled knowingly.
“Oh, leave that to me.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “I have connections to Fire Emblem, you know, the most popular magazine in the Fire Country.”
Kushina blinked, straightening slightly.
“Fire Emblem?”
She had heard of it. Read a few issues. It was a relatively new publication, having started four to five years ago, but it was already gaining massive popularity among both civilians and shinobi alike. It was well-respected, widely distributed, and had featured some of the most influential figures in Fire Country’s political and shinobi circles.
If her project got covered there…
“Yes, Fire Emblem,” Motono continued smoothly, watching the realization dawn on her face. “I had invited one of their reporters to Konoha recently to gather material for an article. But I think we can offer them something more, a joint interview.”
Kushina’s brows lifted slightly.
“A joint interview?”
Motono nodded, his smirk widening.
“And I think it would be especially good for you, Kushina-san.” He gave her an appraising look. “After all, you are the first female shinobi leader in the Elemental Nations. That alone makes for an enticing story.”
Kushina’s eyes narrowed slightly, though she kept her face neutral.
She was aware that Fire Emblem had covered stories about her before when she was announced as deputy hokage, along with articles about Minato, Tsunade, that damn pervert Jiraiya, and even Hiruzen. Some of those past articles had highlighted her status as the first woman to hold a leadership position at this level.
She knew what Motono was implying.
“I’m not sure about this, Motono-san,” she said, her voice cautious.
Motono leaned in slightly, pushing the advantage.

“Come now, Kushina-san.” His tone was smooth, persuasive. “This will be a good thing. A joint interview with me-” he smiled, “-will ensure that the project is understood clearly by the masses. And don’t worry, I know the magazine’s owner and editors personally.”
He gave her a reassuring nod, his tone dropping slightly, as if to ease her concerns.
“They won’t publish anything that we don’t approve of. This is simply a way to give your idea the momentum it needs. If the people support it, it will be much easier to convince the Daimyo.”
Kushina bit her lip slightly, contemplating.
He wasn’t wrong. If Fire Emblem featured this on their front page, the public would definitely take notice. And with enough popular support, the Daimyo’s court would be far more likely to back the initiative.
But she had never done an interview like this before, and she wasn’t comfortable making her project, one that hadn’t even received official approval, fully public just yet. If she failed to secure the Daimyo’s support and financial backing, she would end up making a fool of herself in front of the entire village, and this was her first project as deputy Hokage.
“But taking such chances will definitely help ” she thought.
After a brief pause, she finally sighed, nodding.
“…Alright. I’ll do it.”
Motono’s smirk widened subtly, his fingers tapping lightly against the desk.
“I had already invited him for an article,” he said with a thoughtful smile. “But this works out well—he can conduct our interview too.”
He leaned back, visibly pleased. “The reporter is already arriving in Konoha in three days. I’ll make all the arrangements and inform him right away.”
“Three days?” Kushina blinked, surprised. “That’s... quite soon.”
The ambassador chuckled warmly. “Don’t worry. We’ll schedule it for next week, after he wraps up his other tasks.”
Kushina sighed in relief and offered a grateful nod. “Thank you,” she said, standing up. She rolled up the scroll and tucked it back into her pouch before turning to Motono with one final nod and making her way out.
As she stepped out of his office, her mind was already spinning with the new development.
She missed the way Motono’s gaze lingered on her retreating form, his eyes trailing down to the sway of her hips.
“Hmm… This will be quite interesting.”
His smirk deepened as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepling together once more.
“Yukino” He called out

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The afternoon sun cast golden rays through the delicate paper screens of the private Hyūga Onsen, bathing the mist-covered hot spring in a warm, ethereal glow. The soft gurgle of water echoed beneath the steady hum of cicadas. From the surrounding gardens, the faint scent of sakura blossoms drifted in, blending with the natural mineral aroma of the steaming springs.
Kushina, having planned this get together with her friends had taken off from office early, She let out a slow, contented sigh as she sank deeper into the steaming water, her crimson hair fanning out like silk across the surface. Her pale skin shimmered under the golden light, slick with moisture. Across from her, Mikoto Uchiha and Hitomi Hyūga reclined just as lazily, their nude bodies glistening with heat and steam. The still surface of the spring reflected their smooth curves, breasts gently bobbing above the waterline, the tips of their nipples occasionally peeking through the rippling surface.
They knew they would have to leave soon to pick up the children, but for now, they had found a rare, private moment of peace.
“So, an interview with Fire Emblem, huh?” Mikoto mused, swirling the water with her fingers as her breasts floated in full view. Her voice was casual, but her gaze was playful. “How does it feel to be the most talked-about woman in Fire Country?”
Hitomi chuckled beside her, reclining back so her thighs rose just beneath the water’s surface. “They’ve already done a few spreads on you, Kushina. You’re practically a youth and fashion icon now.”
Kushina groaned and tossed her head back, arms spreading along the edge of the spring. The motion caused her chest to lift just enough for her breasts to break the water’s surface, nipples peeking out and glistening with beads of steam. The warm air teased her exposed skin, but she paid it no mind.
“Oh, come on. Me? A fashion icon? That’s ridiculous!”
Mikoto’s dark eyes gleamed as she leaned in slightly, watching a drop of water trail from the slope of Kushina’s breast down to her taut belly.
“Is it, though?” she purred. “Have you actually looked at yourself?”
Kushina waved a dismissive hand. “I dress the same way I always have!”
Hitomi rolled her eyes. “Kushina, you could walk through the village in a potato sack and men would still break their necks to get a look.”
Mikoto smirked and shifted closer, the water parting gently as she moved. “Oh, Kushi-chan, you’ve always been so adorably oblivious to the way people look at you.”
For a moment, Kushina’s mind flashed to scenes she hadn’t meant to recall, the way the Daimyo of the hot springs capital had looked at her, the hunger in his eyes... or more recently, the Ambassador Motono’s gaze subtly dropping to her chest and thighs.
She frowned, shaking her head to dispel the thoughts.
“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Mikoto drifted even closer through the water until her knees brushed Kushina’s under the surface. Her wet fingers glided along Kushina’s arm with a feather-light touch, trailing up to the outer curve of her breast. Then, as if completely by accident, her fingertips lightly grazed Kushina’s nipple, which was already semi-firm from the heat and teasing air.
Kushina inhaled sharply, her chest rising as her nipple stiffened under the delicate touch. But Mikoto simply smiled and continued speaking as if nothing had happened.
“You seriously don’t see it, do you? The nobles? The Daimyo’s wife? The shinobi, the merchants, the civilians, they don’t just admire you for your combat record. They’re drawn to you.”
Kushina tensed, the memory of that graze lingering like an echo across her breast, but her focus returned to the conversation.
“That’s ridiculous,” she said flatly. “It’s political. The Daimyo’s wife and the other nobles want favors from Konoha. That’s all. They don’t care about my looks.”
Hitomi gave her a knowing smirk. “Oh really? Then explain why the Daimyo’s wife personally sent you extravagant gifts. Especially the expensive lingerie, jewelry, and perfumes?”
“That’s just... nobles being noble,” she muttered.
Mikoto chuckled softly and reached out again, her fingers circling Kushina’s nipple under the water, then giving it a playful pinch.
“M-Mikoto!” Kushina gasped, her hips shifting as she jerked in surprise. The motion sent soft ripples across the spring, her wet thighs brushing Mikoto’s under the surface.
Mikoto only grinned. “Oh, hush, Kushi-chan. I’m just making sure you’re paying attention.”
Hitomi gave an exaggerated sigh. “You really don’t get it, do you?” She leaned forward, breasts bobbing in the water as she flicked a bit of warm spring water at Kushina’s shoulder. “Let’s go over a few things, shall we?”
She smirked. “Remember when you walked through the hot springs capital market with the Daimyo? You told us about it.” Kushina nodded that she had indeed told about that but not about her outfit.
Kushina crossed her arms, water lapping gently around her chest. “Yeah. People kept staring. I thought it was because I was a foreign kunoichi walking beside him.”
Mikoto laughed, her voice low and melodic. “Oh no, honey. Did you not wonder why all those noblemen were falling over themselves to gift you silks and spices?”
Hitomi leaned back with a lazy stretch, her nipples just barely above the water. The Hyūga woman was enjoying this far too much. “You were literally surrounded by merchants and dignitaries. Half of them wanted to impress you. The other half may have wanted to own you.”
Kushina inhaled sharply, her mind flashing back to that day, the festival, the merchants eagerly presenting their offerings, the feel of anklets being slid onto her bare feet by a merchant who had knelt before her with a reverence that felt more intimate than it should have.
Mikoto chuckled again, moving even closer now. With deliberate ease, her hand slipped underwater and caressed Kushina’s damp side before finding her breast once more. Her fingers gently pulled at her now hardened nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
Kushina jerked in place, a breathy gasp escaping her lips as her thighs pressed together instinctively.
“Mikoto…” she warned, voice low, but it lacked conviction.
Mikoto leaned in close, lips just beside Kushina’s ear.
“You’re magnetic, Kushi-chan,” she whispered. “They all want to touch you. Worship you. Slide their hands across your perfect skin. Taste the wetness between your thighs. And do things to you”
Kushina’s cheeks flamed crimson, her body trembling subtly under the water as she tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs. Her pussy throbbed gently even in water, and she could already feel her juices mixing with the warm spring water, heat building under the surface.
Mikoto smirked and added slyly as her fingers continued to play with Kushina’s sensitive nipple, circling and teasing her with growing confidence. "I’m sure some of them called you elegant and captivating, didn’t they? Even the most powerful men in the land were drawn to you. And..." she tugged again, this time with a firmer roll between her fingers, her voice dropping into a low, playful purr, "they might have speculated that you had the Daimyo wrapped around your finger?"
Kushina blinked, her breath catching in her throat. Her naughty inner voice laughed gleefully inside her mind.
Because, damn it, Mikoto wasn’t wrong.
‘Shit, that’s exactly what people thought.’
She suddenly recalled the whispers she had overheard that day. The murmurs of jealous women, the not-so-subtle admiration from the men, the way the Daimyo himself had watched her with amusement as his court buzzed about her presence.
Kushina bit the inside of her cheek, her thighs tightening under the water.
"Did you forget how those two brats had asked you?" her naughty self whispered again, teasing.
Her pussy gave an involuntary throb beneath the surface, the warm water doing nothing to dull the heat pooling deep inside her.
Mikoto giggled softly, flicking Kushina’s nipple again, this time harder, with a practiced twist that made Kushina twitch and let out a stifled moan.
"See, you clueless minx," Mikoto smirked. "You thought they were admiring your diplomacy. But half of them were fantasizing about stripping you bare and fucking you against the very columns of the Daimyo’s palace."

Kushina opened her mouth to protest, cheeks flushed, but Hitomi cut in smoothly with a wicked grin of her own.
"Or… did you forget about those piercings already?"
Kushina froze.
Her body stiffened, a shudder rolling down her spine. Her face flushed deep red, and a new wave of heat flooded her stomach, this time not from the onsen, but from the intimate, shameful memory that erupted unbidden.
The piercings.
Delicate, masterfully crafted pieces of gold and ruby. Body jewelry given to her wrapped in velvet-lined silk, presented as a "token of admiration" from one of the ministers. Kushina had told herself at the time that it was just a diplomatic gift. Nothing more.
But when Mikoto and Hitomi had told her what they were when she was back…. that night...
Curiosity had betrayed her. Alone in her room, she had tried them on. Full set completely as it was intended. With nothing else on her body. No robe. No underwear. Just her bare skin, and those ornaments sliding into place over her slit and nipples.
Her breath hitched, nipples hardening under the water, her pussy already wet and pulsing from the memory.
She had felt the cool press of the metal against her skin... one bar hooked gently on the soft flesh of her nipples... a ring designed to sit snug against her clit, grazing the tender slit of her folds. She had gasped when she adjusted it. Her juices had started to flow without even realizing it, her body reacting like it knew what the gift truly meant.
And now, now she saw it clearly.
‘Shit. That definitely wasn’t a noble gift.’
It was an offering. A silent, shameless desire, dressed in gold and jade.
Mikoto and Hitomi watched the storm shift across her face. The wide eyes. The parted lips. The color rising in her cheeks.
And then the dawning realization.
Kushina let out a long groan and buried her face in her hands.
"...Shit," she muttered aloud, her voice muffled by her palms, legs rubbing subtly together under the surface, her slit already warm and soaked.
Mikoto and Hitomi burst into laughter, water sloshing as they leaned back, thoroughly enjoying her flustered unraveling.
Hitomi leaned in closer, resting her chin lightly on Kushina’s shoulder, her breath warm against damp skin.
"And let’s not forget the Daimyo’s wife."
Kushina tensed slightly, shoulders drawing in. "What about her?"
Hitomi smirked, her voice low and teasing. "She sent you expensive lingerie and custom-tailored dresses, and yet you thought it was just a formal gesture."
Kushina scoffed softly. "It was."
Mikoto laughed, the sound rich and sultry, her lips brushing dangerously close to Kushina’s ear. "Oh, Kushi-chan. You sweet, innocent fool. That woman personally selected those outfits for you. She didn’t send them out of duty. She sent them because she’s interested."
Kushina flushed a deep, mortified red, her hands moving instinctively to cover her chest, even though she was already nude and sitting waist-deep in the steaming onsen. The water lapped against her breasts, teasing her already sensitive nipples that still tingled from Mikoto’s earlier teasing.
"That’s not… "
Hitomi cut her off with a mischievous smirk. "And don’t get us started on the way the men here in Konoha watch you. Watch you a lot." She repeated it slower, her voice dripping with amused emphasis.
"You two are exaggerating. I'm the Deputy Hokage, it's a position of authority. Of course people will turn to look, out of reverence or admiration. It happens to Minato too."
People on the outside who didn’t know her were one thing, but Kushina refused to believe that those within the village, who knew she was married, would look at her with anything resembling desire. Mikoto and Hitomi had clearly grown bored and were letting their imaginations run wild again. Instead of rebutting, her friends simply gave her those fake, tender, and amused looks, the kind reserved for watching a blushing, tsundere girl awkwardly deny she’s in love with the boy she clearly likes. Except in this case, it wasn’t a shy schoolgirl they were teasing, but a grown, powerful woman who stubbornly refused to admit just how sexy she truly was… and how many people openly desired her.
"You really can’t see it, can you?" Mikoto shook her head, her voice laced with playful pity. "Gods, I knew your crush on Minato had stunted your development as a woman, but I didn’t think it was this bad. Right, Hitomi?"
"It’s true," Hitomi said, propping her cheek in her palm with mock concern. "Your love story, him rescuing you, your adorable little bond, is sweet, sure. But if I’d known it would leave you blind to the rest of the world, I would’ve tried to slow things down between you and Minato."
"Hey!" Kushina glared at them, her eyes sharp and suspicious. "What are you two even talking about?"
"About how you’ve only ever had eyes for Minato since we were teenagers," Mikoto replied bluntly, grinning wide. "You ignored every other guy who tried to get close to you. You never learned how to handle attention, Kushina. And now, you can’t even tell when someone’s flirting with you."
Kushina frowned, looking at Mikoto as if she'd just spoken nonsense. "What are you talking about? Minato was the only one who ever liked me."
"See what we mean?" Hitomi pointed at her in a mock accusation. "That right there! When we were younger, you had boys lining up like puppies, wagging their tails, hoping you’d just look at them. You never noticed."
"That's not true-"
"It is, and it wasn't just limited to boys our age. Even some sempais and men we didn't know would turn around to look at you, even if only briefly, when you were around. Looking back, it seems kind of silly how you never seemed to notice the signs."
"Is that so? And what signs are we talking about exactly?" Kushina asked skeptically, not believing what she was hearing.
"How about how they seemed quite interested in your hobbies, your tastes, how your day was, and things like that?"
"Or how you used to complained about how ever you went to Ichirakus alone, it bothered you how someone would always show up at the right time trying to get you to talk, and they would grab onto any excuse to chat with you as long as possible?"
"How always, they tried to spend time with you by inviting you to training, tea parties, movies, or festivals. There were even those who tried to disguise their intentions by making them seem like social events by doing it in groups."
"How guys were extremely kind, complimenting you on how good you looked, your voice, your eyes, your personality, and other things were. Or they were attentive and total gentlemen to you, paying for things for you, and showing a politeness they didn't show to other people."
"And my favorite, how you could make the attitude and mood of any guy who talked to you crumble and change their way of being around you when they found out you had a boyfriend."
Mikoto and Hitomi had no qualms about listing each of the supposed signs that Kushina had always ignored.
The Uzumaki's response was to blink with an expression of disbelief.
"..... Is that really how you saw things back then?"
"Let me give you an example," Hitomi said, raising a finger. "Do you remember Kenji? From the academy? Did you know he liked you? A lot?"
"What? No way!" Kushina said, her brows knitting in confusion. Kenji? She remembered him vividly. Kenji Takane, one of the boys who constantly teased her about her red hair. He used to pull at it every chance he got, even though she kicked his ass repeatedly in return. He had even been the one who gave her that stupid nickname, "Tomato," a name that had haunted her for years.
She couldn't imagine him liking her.
"Really?" Hitomi raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you think he started being all nice and friendly with you when we became chunin… when you hit puberty?"
"Because... because he matured and realized he was being a jerk?" Kushina guessed. That had always been her assumption. She hadn’t given it much thought.
"Yeah, sure, he matured," Hitomi leaned in with a smirk, tapping a finger near her waist. "But mostly down here, and trust me, after that, most of his thinking came from there too, just like every boy his age."
Kushina’s eyes widened, her expression twisting in discomfort and disbelief as the implication sank in.
She crossed her arms and sat back, slowly piecing together memories she hadn’t re-examined in years. Conversations. Accidental brushes of contact. Compliments she’d dismissed as throwaway remarks. Lingering looks she’d written off as meaningless or respectful deference.
Even distant whispers that trailed behind her when she passed through the corridors… she’d always assumed they were talking about her rank or her fiery reputation. But maybe not all of them were.
And it wasn’t just the past. Her mind flicked to more recent events, like the orientation session she’d given to the senior academy class. She remembered the overly eager responses, the unusually prolonged eye contact from some of the older boys. A few of them had fidgeted awkwardly in their seats, blushing whenever she made direct eye contact. At the time, she’d thought it was nervousness in front of the Deputy Hokage.
But now...her eyes narrowed slightly, lips parting in quiet realization. ‘Were they... actually checking me out? Had I really been that oblivious?’ she thought.
Mikoto grinned to see her so distracted, her hand still under the water. With no warning, she gave Kushina’s nipple another flick, firmer this time.
Kushina let out a soft, startled moan, jerking in the water. "Mikoto!" she hissed, glaring.
Mikoto smirked, unapologetic. "See? You react more to my teasing than you do to the obvious attention from men. That’s why you never notice it."
Kushina huffed and sank deeper into the water, her cheeks still burning from the exchange. The surface rippled gently around her collarbone as she crossed her arms, trying to retreat into herself.
"Tch. Whatever. I still think it’s all political maneuvering," she muttered, but her voice lacked conviction. There was no weight in her denial.
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged a knowing glance before bursting into synchronized laughter, their bare shoulders shaking, water sloshing gently around them as they leaned back, their mirth echoing against the steam.
Kushina glared at them through narrowed eyes, refusing to meet their gaze. She kept her focus fixed on the surface of the water, watching the ripples shimmer and break around her breasts. But even as she avoided their eyes, the weight of their words lingered.
Her mind drifted back... to the eyes that lingered too long... the merchants and nobles who gave her silks and perfumes not for diplomacy, but for desire. The subtle worship in the way they spoke, not to a shinobi, not to a leader, but to a woman.
Her heart kicked in her chest, an unfamiliar flutter settling in her stomach. A slow warmth spread between her legs. Her pussy tingled softly beneath the surface, the mix of heat and shameful realization fueling her body in ways she didn’t want to admit.
Mikoto’s smirk widened as she moved in closer, her wet fingers reaching up to gently trail along Kushina’s jawline. Her touch was light, teasing, slow. She tilted Kushina’s face upward until their eyes met.
"Face it, Kushi-chan," Mikoto whispered, her voice sultry and low, laced with affection and heat. "You’re not just a leader."
She leaned in, breath brushing against Kushina’s lips, her gaze unwavering.
"You’re a goddamn goddess. And the whole damn world knows it… except you."
As Mikoto continued exploration Kushina shivered, her lips parting slightly at the sheer conviction in Mikoto’s words. Her breath came faster, chest rising and falling, the soft peaks of her nipples barely breaking the surface of the water. Her thighs clenched beneath the surface, her slit now slick with arousal. The heat between her legs had grown, her pussy throbbing gently from the teasing and the truth she didn’t want to hear.
She pulled away from Mikoto’s touch suddenly, shaking her head, voice cracking.
"I still don’t believe it."
But even as she said it, her mind betrayed her.
Her thoughts shifted….unbidden….to the recent spar with Hiruzen.
The way the old man had pinned her down. The pressure of his body against hers. The firm grip of his hand on her wrist. And the other...
Resting on her ass. Palming her. Holding her in place. The sensation of his fingers spreading over her curves. That spank.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her pussy pulsed.
‘No... no way. That was just training... right?’
But she couldn’t shake it. The way his eyes gleamed when she was beneath him. It wasn’t just about victory. There had been something else. Something primal. Something that made her wet even now, despite her shame.
She clenched the stone edge beneath the water, her fingers curling tight against it, the warmth in her belly radiating downward, her juices now mixing silently with the steaming bath.
Mikoto and Hitomi didn’t speak. But they were watching. Closely.
They saw the way Kushina’s expression flickered. The subtle shift in her breath. The clenching of her thighs. The grip of her fingers beneath the water.
Mikoto smirked, her voice dripping with mischief. "Come on, Kushina, I think even Hizashi would fall for you."
Kushina snorted, the sudden laughter pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts.
"No way that's true." She waved a hand dismissively, the water sloshing around her glistening breasts. "The Hyūga, Hizashi especially, wouldn’t react like that." Her tone was firm, almost defiant.
It was well known all across Konoha that Hyūga Hizashi was a nobleman of rigid discipline, and ever since the death of his wife, he hadn’t shown a hint of romantic interest in anyone. Some even whispered that he had turned asexual, that grief had frozen him so deeply he barely looked at women anymore. Others joked that he had a stick so far up his ass it was part of his spine.
Hitomi arched an eyebrow, her smirk turning sharp, almost predatory. Her lavender eyes glittered with something knowing.
"Oh? And why not?"
Kushina rolled her eyes and flicked her fingers in the air in mock elegance.
"Because the Hyūga wouldn’t be affected by something so trivial. They’re too..." she paused, biting her tongue before saying what she really wanted. Her lips curled. "...controlled. Reserved."
Hitomi giggled, sliding through the water until her thigh brushed against Kushina’s under the surface.
"What are you implying, Kushi-chan? That the Hyūga bloodline is too pure to be moved by a hot, busty redhead like yourself?"
Mikoto snorted. "Sounds like you’re saying inbreeding made them immune to tits and ass."
Kushina burst into laughter, her body shaking in the water, droplets trailing down her chest and belly.
"Exactly!" she said dramatically. "Those stuck-up nobles wouldn’t fall for someone like me. I bet they only get hard for someone refined. Someone elegant and noble, someone all..." she straightened up, mimicking stiff posture, "...‘perfect posture’ and ‘tea ceremony trained.’ Like Hitomi, dattebane."
Hitomi leaned in close, her lips just shy of Kushina’s ear, her lavender eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.
"Oh, Kushina, you have no idea, do you?"
Kushina frowned slightly, unsettled by her tone. "What do you mean?"
Hitomi gave her an infuriatingly smug smile, her voice low and teasing. "The Hyūga already have their eyes on you. Several of them, in fact."
Kushina blinked.
"...Lies."
Mikoto grinned wickedly, her fingertips trailing lazily through the water toward Kushina’s thigh. "Oh no, it's very true. You think they aren’t affected by you?"
Hitomi tapped her chin in mock thought. "I’ve personally caught at least three of my cousins sneaking glances at you whenever you visit the compound."
Mikoto nodded, her fingers now grazing Kushina’s inner thigh just under the water’s surface. "Not to mention Hizashi himself always seems a little too... tense when we’re around. Especially when you're wearing anything even remotely tight."
Kushina felt her cheeks flush, a warm pulse shooting between her legs. Her pussy gave a light throb under the water, betraying her growing arousal despite her denial.
"That’s bullshit," she muttered, voice tight.
Hitomi leaned in again, her voice soft, conspiratorial.
"Remember that time you came to the compound wearing that tight kimono? The crimson one with the thigh slits?"
Kushina frowned, her arms reflexively crossing under her bare breasts. "Which time?"
Mikoto grinned, pouncing immediately. "Oh, so you admit there were multiple times?"
Kushina scowled, her blush deepening. "Shut up."
Hitomi pressed on, unfazed. "That day? Hizashi didn’t stop staring at your legs. I was watching him the whole time. His eyes kept slipping down, always back to the same spot. Right along your thighs."
Kushina scoffed, trying to push the image away. "He was probably just... eyeing something tactically relevant."
Mikoto cut her off with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Admiring the hemline? Please. That man was ogling your legs through those kimono slits like they held the secret to Byakugan evolution."
“Well, that sure was...” Kushina looked around for explanations, but Mikoto's hand on her shoulder silenced her. She turned to look at the Uchiha, who this time was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a bit annoyed.
“Kushina, honey. Didn't we just have a conversation about your poor handling of male attention and your inability to understand when someone desires you?”
Kushina opened her mouth to retort, then closed it.
Her breath caught.
'No way...'
But the memory returned all too easily. Hizashi standing there, arms folded, face calm but his eyes... his eyes had lingered longer than they should have. And now that she thought about it, her kimono had been especially tight that day, clinging to her hips and sliding just high enough when she walked the slits might have revealed glimpses of her thighs beneath the silk.
But if what Hitomi and Mikoto were saying was true about her not noticing when people looked at her intimately then.... could it be true? 'Hizashi felt the desire for me?'
She shifted slightly in the water, thighs clenched considering the possibility that for a moment she had awakened something in a supposedly unflappable man.. Her pussy tingled again, a warm throb blooming low in her core, heat curling upward as her juices mixed subtly with the spring’s heat.
Hitomi leaned back with a sly smile. "Still don’t believe me?"
Mikoto leaned in beside her, matching her grin.
"Fine. Let’s make a bet."
Kushina narrowed her eyes suspiciously, her body still half-submerged in the warm water, steam curling around her bare skin.
"A bet?"
Mikoto grinned wide, exchanging a knowing look with Hitomi, who was already biting her lip, trying to suppress a smirk.
"If we prove you wrong," Mikoto said, her voice full of mischief, "if we prove that the men react to you more than to your rank or status… then you have to wear whatever we pick out for you."
Kushina raised an eyebrow, arms crossing under her breasts, the movement pushing her chest up subtly above the surface. Her nipples were still stiff from earlier teasing, the cool air brushing across them between rising clouds of mist.
"And if I win?"
Hitomi shrugged with practiced elegance. "Then we drop it. You get to gloat about how men don’t ogle you, or how ‘pure’ and ‘unshakable’ the Hyūga really are. Especially your dear Hizashi." she teased.
Kushina's eyes narrowed further, her confidence flaring. She was sure of herself. The Hyūga were disciplined, detached, noble to a fault. Hizashi especially. If there was a man immune to temptation, it was him.
Right?
She felt a strange flutter at the thought, her pulse quickening.
'He wouldn't... would he?'
Still, her pride rose to the surface, wrapping itself around her like a shield. She straightened, the water sliding down her toned body as she shifted her legs beneath the surface, her thighs brushing together. She felt a slow throb between them, a faint but growing heat from everything said earlier, the teasing, the touches, the thoughts of all those eyes on her.
She crossed her arms confidently, breasts rising just a bit higher in the water, a cocky smirk curving her lips.
"Fine. Deal."
Mikoto and Hitomi grinned, identical, wicked, victorious as they saw that their prey had taken the bait and fallen into their trap.
Hitomi leaned in, her breath ghosting along Kushina’s shoulder. "Oh, Kushi-chan… you’re going to regret this."
Mikoto added with a sultry chuckle, her fingers brushing lightly along Kushina’s thigh under the water. "We already know what outfit we’re choosing. And believe me, it won’t leave much to the imagination."
Kushina scoffed, though her body betrayed her with a shiver. Her pussy clenched slightly at the idea, the whisper of anticipation wetting her slit beneath the surface, her juices slowly blending with the heat of the onsen.
'They're bluffing,' she told herself, but her pulse told a different story.
And neither of her so-called friends missed the subtle way her legs pressed together... or how her breath had deepened just slightly.

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The gentle scent of sakura blossoms and warm mineral water filled the private Hyūga Onsen, the once lively conversation between the three kunoichi now replaced by a comfortable, humming silence.
Kushina rested her arms along the smooth stone edge of the hot spring, exhaling contentedly as the rippling heat soaked into her muscles. Her crimson hair floated lazily around her shoulders, strands glimmering with moisture. Across from her, Mikoto and Hitomi had been whispering about something, their hushed giggles drifting faintly through the steam.
Suddenly, Hitomi perked up.
"Ah, damn. I just remembered something."
Kushina cracked one eye open, her voice lazy. "What?"
Hitomi sighed and stood, water cascading down her body, droplets racing along the soft curves of her breasts and thighs. "I left something I wanted to show you. I need to grab it. Wait for me, okay?"
Mikoto tilted her head. "Oh, the same thing you showed me last time? Didn’t you put it in that wooden box? The one with the jade seal?"
Hitomi blinked, then muttered under her breath. "Oh, shit. Yeah. If the attendants see that, they might assume it is something and take it straight to my husband."
Still lounging, Kushina let out a soft yawn, arching her back slightly in the water, breasts rising above the surface. "So go get it."
Hitomi groaned. "Ugh. I don’t want to walk all the way there alone. Mikoto, come with me?"
Mikoto raised a brow. "Why me?"
Hitomi nudged her playfully. "Because you have that fancy Sharingan and you’ll spot it faster than me. Besides, it’s better for the two of us to search than one."
Mikoto sighed dramatically, stretching her arms, causing her chest to lift enticingly. "Fine, fine. But you owe me."
Hitomi grinned, then turned to Kushina. "Stay put. We’ll be back in a few minutes."
Kushina waved a lazy hand, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, still replaying fragments of their earlier teasing conversation.
With that, the two women stepped out of the onsen, their wet, glistening bodies disappearing behind the sliding door, leaving Kushina alone in the warm, steamy bath.
Time passed.
Kushina tapped her fingers idly against the smooth stone ledge, watching as the golden light of the evening sun filtered through the paper screens, casting streaks of orange and soft pink across the gently shimmering water. Her mind wandered back to the earlier conversation, their teasing words echoing louder now in the silence.
‘Am I really that oblivious?’ she wondered, her brows furrowing slightly as ripples danced around her.
It had been more than a few minutes.
She frowned and glanced toward the entrance. 'What the hell is taking them so long?'
"Tch. Those two better not be playing a prank."
Deciding that she was done waiting, Kushina stood up. The water clung to her skin as it slid down her curves, her bare body glowing in the soft afternoon light. Droplets ran down her firm breasts, past her flat stomach, down to her thighs, and along the trimmed mound of her pussy. A soft hiss escaped her lips as the cool air kissed her damp, flushed skin.
She stepped carefully toward the nearby stool, where a soft white towel had been folded. She reached for it, draping it around herself and securing it just above her chest, the fabric clinging to her wetness.
Just as she was about to tie the knot, the door to the onsen slid open.
Kushina froze.
For a split second, everything slowed.
Standing in the doorway, dressed in a simple white yukata, was none other than Hizashi Hyūga.
His pale Byakugan eyes widened ever so slightly, the stoic mask he always wore faltering as his gaze landed on her.
On Kushina, half-nude, towel barely secured, skin glistening with moisture, steam swirling around her like something out of a forbidden dream.
The swell of her breasts Her nipples barely hidden beneath the damp fabric. The towel had slipped slightly, exposing the curve of her hip, the side of her breast, and the shadowed dip of her waist.
For Kushina, several things happened at once.
First, she felt the towel loosen a little more, the fabric slipping lower, dangerously close to baring the soft swell of her pussy.
Second, Hizashi inhaled sharply. His gaze did not immediately avert. There was hesitation, a moment where his eyes lingered just a beat too long and Kushina saw it.
Third, her entire body flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the onsen. Her skin tingled. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. A pulse of wetness slid down the inside of her thigh as her pussy clenched.
Kushina, despite being a fearless warrior, a woman who had faced down legendary shinobi and survived wars, did something completely uncharacteristic.
She let out a small, breathy, startled yelp.
"H-Hizashi?!"
Kushina, meanwhile, was still recovering from the shock, clutching her towel with white-knuckled fingers, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Her breathing was shaky, the residual heat from the encounter burning through her cheeks and spreading down her neck.
"Who the hell sent you in here?!" she hissed, frantically yanking the towel tighter around herself, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
A beat of tense silence.
Then it hit her.
Her eyes narrowed, realization settling like lightning in her chest.
"Hitomi."
As if summoned by the accusation, the door slid open again. In burst Hitomi and Mikoto, both laughing hysterically. Hizashi turned around and was walking quickly, practically running as he tried to exit the room, his face still visibly flushed, his posture stiff and awkward. But before he could fully escape, Hitomi reached out and caught his arm, preventing him from bolting, even as he kept his face turned firmly away from Kushina’s direction.
Kushina spun around, furious and mortified, her face still flushed a deep scarlet. She pointed an accusatory, dripping finger at Hitomi, who looked completely unapologetic, grinning like a mischievous fox caught in the henhouse.
"You did this on purpose!" she accused she hadn't thought her friends were playing on the bet like this and so early.
Mikoto was doubled over beside her, barely able to breathe through her laughter, clutching her stomach with one hand while the other braced against the wall.
"Oh my god, Kushi-chan! You should’ve seen your face!"
Hitomi snorted, fanning herself dramatically with her free hand. "And Hizashi’s! I swear, he looked like he was contemplating the secrets of the universe for a moment there!"
Hizashi cleared his throat.
"Hitomi-sama."
His voice was calm, but the edge in it was impossible to miss. His tone was flat, attempting restraint, but underneath it Kushina could hear the tension and annoyance.
Hitomi blinked at him innocently. "Yes, dear?"
He exhaled slowly through his nose.
"Why was I sent here under false pretenses?"
Hitomi tilted her head, her expression playful and unbothered. "Well, I was thinking of sending in one of the attendants to grab the scroll, but then I saw you walking by, all dignified and proper, and thought, ‘Why not send someone respectable and imperturbable like you?’"
"Respectable?!" Kushina sputtered, her voice full of disbelief, clutching her towel tighter as it threatened to slip again from her damp body.
Hitomi nodded with faux wisdom. "Who better to prove whether or not the Hyūga are truly ‘immune’ to your charms?"
Mikoto wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter finally calming into small giggles. "And I think we have our answer."
Kushina groaned loudly, turning back around and burying her face in her hands, steam rising not just from the hot water, but from her overheated, humiliated body. Her nipples still tingled beneath the towel from the cold rush of air and Hizashi’s gaze. Her pussy throbbed faintly from the embarrassment-fueled arousal that still lingered in her core.
"I hate both of you," she muttered into her palms.
Hizashi quickly pulled his arm free and moved toward the exit without another word.
But just before he stepped out, Mikoto lifted her hand and called after him, her voice sweet and laced with laughter.
"Hizashi, before you go, be honest... How was the view?"
Hizashi froze mid-step.
Kushina wanted to lunge at Mikoto but stopped…her face going red….
"Mikoto, I swear to…"
But Hizashi was already gone, slipping through the doorway with stiff composure and closing it firmly behind him. He didn’t even glance back, though his flushed ears betrayed the chaos unraveling in his chest.
Hitomi and Mikoto immediately collapsed into laughter again, both dressed in matching Kimonos.
Meanwhile, Kushina sank deeper into the steaming water, pulling her knees up, burying half her face behind them as her entire body flushed with mortification. Her pussy still throbbed slightly from the earlier tension, her towel nearly forgotten, clinging to the edge of the spring. She was soaked, but it wasn’t just from the water. The lingering heat between her legs, the ache in her slit, none of it had faded.
"I am going to kill both of you," she muttered, voice muffled, cheeks blazing.
Mikoto, still grinning, reached out and nudged her teasingly beneath the water, her fingers grazing Kushina’s thigh. "Sure, sure. But after you wear what we pick out for you." She leaned in, her grin turning devilish. "A bet’s a bet, Kushi-chan."
Kushina groaned loudly, dragging her hand down her face.
‘Why the hell did I agree to this?!’
Thinking quickly, she sat up and waved her hand in what she tried to make a dismissive gesture.
"Oh, come on. I was obviously joking. You don’t seriously expect me to go through with that, right?"
For a moment, silence. And then...
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged that familiar, deadly look.
Hitomi’s eyes glinted with wicked amusement. "Oh? So that’s how it is?"
Mikoto’s smirk deepened. "Kushina Uzumaki, the so-called fearless Deputy Hokage... is actually scared?"
Hitomi sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "What a shame. I really thought you had more courage than this, Kushi-chan."
Kushina’s eye twitched. "I am not scared."
Mikoto leaned forward, her voice low and teasing. "Then prove it."
Hitomi gasped mockingly, covering her mouth. "Oh no... What if she’s just a coward? I wonder how the article would look in Fire Emblem: ‘Deputy Hokage backs out of her own words.’"
Mikoto chuckled, pressing further. "Imagine what the shinobi of Konoha would think if they knew their battle-hardened redheaded legend turned tail over a little bet."
Kushina gritted her teeth. Her face heated even more, not from the onsen, but from the sheer audacity of the two women in front of her.
‘These bitches…’
She knew. She just knew. If she tried to back out, they would never let her live it down. Not tomorrow, not next week. Every damn day, they’d be on her about it.
She exhaled sharply, dragging her fingers through her dripping crimson hair. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and her wet skin glistened as the water slid down her curves.
"Fine. You win."
Mikoto beamed in triumph. "That’s the spirit!"
Hitomi clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."
Kushina groaned again, pressing her fingers to her temples.
‘This is not how I expected this bet to go. But I should have expected this from these two.'
Her pussy still tingled from the lingering embarrassment, and she could feel her juices leaking , warmth pooling between her thighs.
Trying to change the subject, she stood up abruptly, the water cascading down her glistening body, nipples peeking proudly as the steam wrapped around her frame.
"We have to pick up the kids. Come on, let’s go."
Behind her, Mikoto and Hitomi giggled, whispers following her retreat.

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Kushina stormed out of the Hyūga compound, her face still burning with residual embarrassment.
“You two are the worst!” she hissed at Mikoto and Hitomi, who trailed behind her, still laughing at her expense.
Mikoto giggled, effortlessly adjusting the strap of her kimono. “Oh, Kushi-chan, don’t be such a sore loser. You lost the bet fair and square.”
Hitomi snorted. “And honestly? You are running out faster than a Genin who just saw their first real fight.”
Kushina whipped her head around, eyes blazing. “Are you kidding me?! I was literally half-naked, and your damn brother-in-law walked in on me!”
Hitomi smirked. “And he definitely didn’t mind.”
Kushina let out a low groan, burying her face in her hands.
"Ughhh, I can never face him again!"
Hitomi grinned mischievously, nudging Kushina’s side. “Why not? It’s not like he saw everything. Just a very, very nice glimpse.”
Kushina glared daggers at her. “That’s not helping!”
Hitomi shrugged, pretending to look deep in thought. “But you know, Kushi-chan, you’re probably the first non-Hyūga woman Hizashi has ever seen in such a… sexy state.”
Mikoto gasped dramatically. “Ohhh, that’s true! If you weren't married you could have ruined the 'Hyūga Purity!' at that moment. Or maybe it didn’t matter if you were married or not.” she winked.
Hitomi smirked. “Think about it, what if he actually liked what he saw?”
Kushina felt her entire body go hot again.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" she growled, stomping ahead, refusing to even glance back at them.
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged a look, barely containing their laughter as they followed their mortified friend out of the compound.
By the time they reached Konoha’s Shinobi Academy, Kushina was still determinedly ignoring everything about Hizashi Hyūga, which became significantly harder when she felt his presence approaching.
She knew it was him.
The way his chakra felt calm, steady, but… tinged with unease.
Her back straightened instinctively as she stared ahead, pretending to be very, very interested in the Academy gates.
“Kushina-sama.”
His voice was measured, but she could hear the faint strain in it.
Kushina pretended not to hear.
Mikoto and Hitomi immediately perked up, watching the scene unfold like it was prime entertainment.
Hizashi stopped beside her, hands folded neatly behind his back, his usual stoic mask in place, but there was a slight stiffness in his posture, he was clearly uncomfortable.
“I… wish to extend my deepest apologies for earlier. I was unaware that the room was occupied.”
Kushina continued to pretend he did not exist.
She kept her eyes trained forward, lips pressed together, expression unmoving.
“Although it was the work of a hoax.” he glanced sideways at Hitomi who did not shy away from his withering gaze and met it with an innocent smile as if she had done nothing. “It was an unfortunate mistake, and I regret the-”
She immediately cut him off by talking over him, but not to him.
“Oh wow, look at the time! We’re gonna be late picking up the kids!” she announced loudly, marching ahead as fast as possible.
Hizashi blinked once, completely ignored.
Mikoto and Hitomi burst into laughter again, falling into step beside Kushina.
“Cold.” Hitomi chuckled. “Absolutely brutal.”
Mikoto grinned. “Poor guy was trying to be all proper, and you just left him out in the cold like a rejected suitor.”
Kushina groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Can you both shut up for just one minute?”
Mikoto smirked. “Oh, we absolutely could… but we won’t.”
Despite the merciless teasing, Kushina successfully avoided any further interactions with Hizashi and focused on picking up the kids from the Academy.
The main targets were gathered swiftly, Naruto, obviously, bouncing with excitement at seeing his mother. Sasuke, as expected, was clinging to Mikoto’s sleeve, his usual silent but stubborn way of showing attachment. Hinata, visibly brightened at the sight of her mother and Kushina, her small hands fidgeting as she stepped closer. Karin, on the other hand, had no such hesitation, already gripping Kushina’s arm possessively, making it clear she wasn’t about to let go anytime soon.
“Kaa-san! Kaa-san! You are here today! But you took forever” Naruto complained, puffing out his cheeks.
Kushina smiled and ruffled his hair. “I was busy. But I’m here now, Naru-cahn.”
“Tch.” Sasuke muttered, crossing his arms.
Mikoto laughed, pulling him into a half-hug. “You missed me, Sasuke-kun?”
The Uchiha boy huffed but didn’t pull away.
Meanwhile, Kiba, Shikamaru, and Chōji had wandered over, looking at Naruto expectantly.
“Hey, Naruto! Can we come to your place?” Kiba asked excitedly.

Shikamaru yawned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It's a drag but let’s get this over with. Troublesome day.”
Chōji simply grinned. “You better give the best snacks!”
Kushina blinked as Naruto gave her a hopeful look. Having told his friends showing them his latest weapon collections.
“Please, Kaa-san? Can they come?”
Kushina sighed, glancing at Mikoto and Hitomi, who just smirked.
Hitomi leaned in, whispering in her ear. “You could always invite Hizashi too. I’m sure he’d love to join.”
Kushina smacked her arm. “Fuck you.”
Hitomi giggled.
Mikoto just smiled innocently. “So, are we taking the whole pack of them?”
Kushina sighed dramatically.
"Fine. But if they break something, I'm making you pay for it."
“Yay, you are the best kaa-chan,” Naruto grinned.
With that, the entire group of kids, plus three mischievous mothers headed toward the Uzumaki Compound.

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After arriving at the Uzumaki Compound, Kushina quickly prepared some snacks for the kids, ensuring they were settled and occupied. Naruto was placed in charge, a dangerous decision, but given how much he loved taking responsibility, she hoped it would keep him from causing too much chaos.

“Behave, all of you! I don’t want to hear any complaints when I come back!” Kushina called out.

“Yes, Kaa-san!” Naruto grinned, puffing his chest proudly.

With the children set, Mikoto and Hitomi immediately dragged Kushina to her bedroom, barely giving her a moment to breathe before demanding she bring out the gifted clothing scroll.

“Come on, Kushi-chan, time to see what treasures you’ve been hoarding!” Mikoto teased.

Kushina sighed, grumbling as she went to her dresser and retrieved the sealing scroll containing all the outfits gifted to her by the Fire Daimyo’s wife(which in reality were chosen by daimyo and guard himself) and other nobles. She placed it on the bed, already dreading what was about to happen.

Mikoto and Hitomi wasted no time, unsealing the contents one by one.

Their eyes widened as various luxurious outfits appeared on the bed, kimonos, sleeveless shirts, office mini pencil skirts, elegant lingerie, some stylish bras and thongs, short dresses, perfumes, and finely crafted accessories.

“Wow, that’s a lot,” Mikoto murmured, running her fingers through some of the more extravagant pieces.

Hitomi smirked, holding up a pair of silk panties with delicate embroidery. “Damn, Kushi-chan, they really wanted you to look good, huh?”

Kushina rolled her eyes, refusing to engage in their obvious teasing.

But then, something unexpected appeared.

Mikoto suddenly pulled out a familiar outfit, a purple Qipao with white shorts.
Kushina froze.

“Oh? Didn’t see this last time,” Mikoto said, holding it up with an intrigued expression.

Kushina’s entire body tensed. She had made a mistake, she had given that scroll.

That Qipao wasn’t just a gift, it was the one she had actually worn on the final day in the capital during the festival. She knew if Mikoto knew about it she would hear the end of it.

Her face heated up instantly, but she forced herself to keep her composure.

“Oh, uh… yeah, that was a gift too,” she said quickly, praying they wouldn’t notice her discomfort.

But Mikoto and Hitomi immediately caught on.

Mikoto’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Really? You didn’t wear this already?”

Kushina turned away, busying herself with another scroll. “Of course not! It’s just another one of the many gifts.”

Hitomi smirked knowingly. “See? This is why she still sees these gifts as ‘innocent.’”

Kushina bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to let them get to her.

But it was too late.

“Alright, let’s start dressing you up,” Mikoto grinned, already pulling out one of the more revealing dresses.

“Wait, wait, ” Kushina stepped back, hands raised defensively, but it was pointless.

Hitomi grabbed her wrist, smirking. “Oh no, Kushi-chan, you’re not running away. We have a bet to settle.”

“First things first, ” Mikoto tossed a lacy white bra and matching panties at her. “Undies. Try these on.”

Kushina sighed, reluctantly taking the offered lingerie. With no escape, she turned her back to them, her fingers hesitating at the buttons of her blouse before slowly undoing them one by one. The fabric peeled away, revealing the smooth expanse of her bare back before she slipped it off completely.

Next, she reached for the waistband of her pencil skirt, unzipping it at the side before letting it slide down her hips, pooling at her feet. Now standing in just her plain undergarments, she felt the heat of their gazes behind her, unspoken amusement practically radiating from them.

With a muffled grumble, she hooked her fingers into the band of her panties, pulling them down swiftly before unclasping her bra, letting both pieces fall away.

For a moment, she stood completely bare, her body bathed in the soft, golden light filtering through the window screens. The evening air brushed against her exposed skin, goosebumps rising along her arms.

She grabbed the delicate lace-trimmed panties, sliding them up her legs, adjusting them into place before reaching for the bra, pulling it over her chest and fastening the clasp.

Finally, she turned back around, arms crossed over her stomach, the gaze averted to the side and her face still holding a faint flush.

Mikoto and Hitomi were watching far too intently, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Mikoto smirked, tilting her head slightly. “Damn, Kushi-chan. I almost feel bad making you wear anything at all.”

Kushina scowled, but the warmth in her stomach betrayed her.

Mikoto tilted her head, her expression curious yet amused as she picked up the purple Qipao and white shorts, her fingers trailing along the delicate fabric. But then, her gaze landed on something that made her pause.

A dried patch mark on the white shorts. It was faint, off-white with a slightly yellowish tinge against the bright fabric. Small enough to not be obvious at first glance, but definitely not from sweat.

As she ran her fingers over the spot. It appeared slightly stiff. Rougher than the rest of the material.

That’s when it clicked. This wasn’t just some old, random stain. Her eyes widened in realisation.

Kushina saw what Mikoto was doing and felt her stomach drop.

Mikoto’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she turned the garment over, grinning like a cat who just caught its prey.

“Oh? You wore this on your trip, didn’t you, minx?” she laughed, and there was a hint of jealousy laced in her voice.

Kushina’s face went up in flames as she wrapped her arms around her barely-clothed body, her lingerie-clad figure giving away her growing nervousness.

“Ooh, so you’re not so innocent after all, Kushi-chan,” Hitomi fired back, plucking the Qipao from the bed and holding it up like a prize.

“Wearing this skimpy outfit, huh? Were you entertaining someone?” she quipped, smirking as she twirled the fabric in her hands.

Kushina’s throat went dry.

"It was nothing like that!" she snapped, her voice a little too defensive. “I just… tested it when the Daimyo’s wife gifted it.”

A half-lie.

Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged knowing looks.

Then, Mikoto arched an eyebrow, her smirk deepening.

“Wait a minute… so you admit you wore it for the Daimyo’s wife? Was she so attractive?”

Kushina froze, realizing she had just walked into a trap.

Mikoto's grin turned downright wicked as she lifted the white shorts again, pointing at the faint dried mark.

“You naughty minx.” She leaned in, voice dripping with mock scandal. “You were going commando when you wore this, weren’t you?”

Kushina’s entire body locked up.

Hitomi’s eyes widened in realization, her expression shifting from surprise to pure delight.

“You actually went commando in that outfit?! Damn, you were bold!”

Kushina felt all the blood in her body rush to her face.

Her legs pressed together instinctively, her fingers curling at her sides as she struggled to come up with a response.

“I… I… That’s not…”

Mikoto and Hitomi were grinning like devils now.

Mikoto took a step closer, lifting the Qipao toward her. “Come on, wear it for us. Show us how you looked.”

Kushina gawked at her. “Are you insane?!”

Hitomi folded her arms. “Oh, what? You were bold enough to wear it while going commando outside for a stranger, but now you’re shy?”

Mikoto nodded sagely. “Truly tragic.”

Kushina groaned loudly, throwing her head back in defeat.

“You both are insufferable!”

“And you love us, now put it on, minx.”

After a few more rounds of teasing and complaints, Kushina finally cursed herself and gave in.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached behind her back, unclasping her stylish bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the bed. Same was done with netted panties.

Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool evening air, a mix of embarrassment and thrill coursing through her as her bare chest was fully exposed for a moment. Especially because of the attentive stares of her friends who were enjoying the show.

She hurriedly grabbed the Qipao, slipping it over her head, the silken fabric gliding against her bare skin, hugging her curves tightly.

She bit her bottom lip as she smoothed the hem down, before reaching for the white shorts.

‘Why am I nervous? It’s just clothes. Just clothes.’

But as she pulled the shorts up her legs, her breath hitched slightly.

She could feel everything.

The soft friction of fabric against bare skin, the way the tightness pressed against her hips, her thighs, and how there was nothing underneath just her.

A shiver crawled up her spine as she finally fastened the shorts, standing straight.

Mikoto and Hitomi were staring.

Mikoto slowly stood, taking a step forward, her eyes drinking in the sight before her.

“Damn, Kushi-chan…” she murmured, her voice lower now.

She moved even closer.

Kushina swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

Mikoto reached out, cupping Kushina’s cheek gently, tilting her face up slightly.

Then, with no hesitation, she closed the gap, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against her lips.

Kushina’s breath caught.

A different kind of heat pooled in her stomach.

She wasn’t sure if it was from the lingerie earlier, the outfit, or the way Mikoto’s lips felt against hers, but she knew one thing.

She wasn’t going to stop it.

Mikoto’s lips were soft yet insistent, pressing against Kushina’s as her hands wandered lower, cupping the firm curve of her ass over the snug white shorts.

Kushina felt a rush of heat flood her body, her pulse quickening as Mikoto’s fingers squeezed and kneaded her backside, the friction against the thin fabric only making things worse.

A slow, damp warmth started pooling between her thighs.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing, toes curling slightly against the floor as Mikoto’s hands explored.

Then….A loud cough.

Both women froze.

Kushina turned her head slightly, still dazed, her lips slightly parted.

Hitomi was standing nearby, arms folded, eyebrow raised, her expression a mix of mild amusement and exasperation.

“Come on, you two, we need to try more outfits,” she deadpanned. Then, her gaze flicked to Mikoto, her lips quirking into a smirk.

“Control yourself, you can have her once we’re done outfit testing,” she grinned.

Mikoto pouted dramatically, her hands finally retreating from Kushina’s shorts. “Fine, fine.”

But then, her playful smirk returned as she tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to be in deep thought.

“But, now that we’ve concluded Kushi-chan likes going commando…”

Kushina’s entire body went rigid “Wha… I never said… that…” she sputtered her naughty voice purred inside her head “But we really liked it didn't we ?” Her heart threatened to blow out of her chest.

Her eyes were now on Mikoto who grinned deviously. “No need for undies, then! Just try the outfits as they are.”

Kushina stared in horror.

“What?! Absolutely not!”

Hitomi shrugged, feigning innocence. “Come on, it’s your home. No one’s going to see you. Just go natural.”

Kushina groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands.

“I hate both of you.”

Mikoto’s voice was far too cheerful. “No, you don’t.”

Kushina’s stomach twisted, her skin burning as she hesitated.

Mikoto and Hitomi just watched, waiting.

After a few more rounds of protest, Kushina finally let out a defeated sigh, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slipping them down her legs. Standing in just qipao as Mikoto whistles “damn girl this way better like this then with the shorts.”

The air kissed her bare skin of her legs and her core, making her shudder slightly as she stepped out of them.

Then, with a deep breath, she reached behind her back, unfastening qipao and letting it slide off her shoulders, her breasts now fully bare.

She placed both pieces neatly on the bed, standing there, her body completely exposed.

Her heart pounded as she clutched the edge of bed, knowing full well how insanely embarrassing this was.

But, deep in her stomach beneath the humiliation and frustration was a tiny, thrilling heat curling in her gut and accelerating her heartbeat..

‘Damn it. Why does this feel so exciting?’

Mikoto picked out a white sleeveless blouse and a maroon mini pencil skirt

“Here, try this.”

Kushina sighed, slipping out of her robe and pulling the blouse over her head. The material hugged her figure tightly, clinging to her curves. Her nipples immediately poked through the fabric, pressing against the soft material.

‘Oh no.’

Mikoto and Hitomi noticed instantly.

“Damn, those are perky,” Mikoto snickered.

Kushina crossed her arms over her chest immediately. “Shut up!”

Next, she pulled on the mini pencil skirt.

As soon as she fastened it into place, she realized, it was way too short.
Kushina twisted her body, trying to check herself in the mirror, but there was no way this was appropriate. Kushina stood before the full-length mirror, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face burning with a mix of frustration and sheer embarrassment.

The white sleeveless blouse clung to her curves, the thin material pressing snugly against her breasts. With no bra underneath, her nipples were clearly outlined, perky against the fabric, making her hyper-aware of how much skin she was exposing.

But it was the skirt that was truly sinful.

The mini pencil skirt barely reached the tops of her thighs, dangerously short to the point where she felt like one wrong move, and she'd be flashing everything. She twisted her body, trying to gauge just how much was visible from the sides and back, but it was even worse than she thought.

‘Holy shit, I can’t wear this. If I bend even slightly, I’ll be showing my entire ass!’

Her bare thighs felt completely exposed, the smoothness of her inner legs brushing against each other in a way that made her hyper-aware of the fact that she was not wearing anything underneath.

"This is way too damn short!" she grumbled, tugging the hem down in vain.

The movement only made things worse, the fabric riding up instead of down, making her feel like she was barely even dressed.

And it didn’t help that the skirt was barely able to hide her pussy, if someone looked too closely at some angle, they’d definitely notice the faint curve of her lips beneath the fabric.

Hitomi, grinning, leaned against the dresser. “No, it’s perfect. Very… modern.”

Mikoto tilted her head, smirking as she traced her chin thoughtfully. “It does highlight those long legs of yours. No wonder men keep staring.”

Kushina groaned loudly, gripping the hem again, but it was hopeless.

"I swear to Kami, you two are the worst."

Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged a look, then grinned mischievously.

And then…

The door burst open.

Kushina barely had time to register the sudden invasion before she was met with a chorus of gasps and stunned silence.

Standing frozen in the doorway was a group of young boys, their eyes wide as saucers as they stared at the sight before them. Naruto, Sasuke, Kiba, Shikamaru, and Chōji stood motionless, each reacting in their own way. The room was dead silent, the only sounds being the faint rustling of fabric and the distant chatter of Hinata and Karin downstairs.

Kushina's stomach dropped.

‘Oh. My. GOD.’

Her entire body locked up, heat flooding her face as she stood there, barely dressed in a skin-tight sleeveless blouse and an indecently short skirt, with her dresses and underwear scattered visibly around the room.

The boys were motionless, each reacting differently:

Naruto just looked confused, tilting his head, clearly not understanding why everyone else was so flustered.

Sasuke, standing beside him, had his arms crossed but was definitely blushing, though he looked more mildly concerned than embarrassed.

Kiba’s mouth hung open like a literal dog, his face turning deep red, his eyes darting between Kushina’s perky nipples visible under her blouse and her bare, exposed thighs.

Shikamaru faced red, looking away immediately like he wanted to disappear.

Chōji, unfazed, just casually pulled out a bag of chips and started eating.

Just as had happened with Hizashi earlier, Kushina did not know how to react to being seen in such an exposed state, acting awkwardly. Kushina’s breath caught in her throat, stopped her arms flying down to cover the hem of her skirt, as she quickly seated on the dressing stool and desperately tried to make herself look less exposed.

‘Oh my log, oh kami, oh my log, ’

Mikoto and Hitomi, of course, were dying of laughter in the background.

Mikoto was clutching her stomach, barely holding in her cackles, while Hitomi covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking from silent amusement.

Kiba was still staring, his brain clearly short-circuiting as his eyes kept darting between her legs and chest, taking in everything.

And then, the final blow came.

Naruto, clueless as ever, spoke up, grinning like nothing was weird.

"Kaa-san, can we go to Ichiraku Ramen?"

Silence.

Kushina felt like she was about to die on the spot.

Her face was so hot, she was sure it was going to melt off her skull.

Mikoto, unable to contain herself, burst into laughter again. “Oh my god, Naruto!”

Kushina couldn’t even speak.

Her brain had short-circuited, her eyes staring at Naruto in mute horror, her lips slightly parted, but no words coming out.

Naruto, still blissfully unaware of the tension, pouted. “What? Why are you all acting weird?We all just agreed to have ramen didn't we.”

Shikamaru, still looking away, sighed heavily as he muttered. “Naruto,troublesome.”

Sasuke turned his head slightly, his eyebrow twitching in frustration.

Naruto frowned. “Huh? What? We’re just here to ask permission…”
He really didn’t understand why everyone was reacting so oddly. So what if his mom was dressed differently? Maybe she was just deciding what to wear. He didn’t see what was wrong here, it wasn’t like she was in a towel, like when she occasionally bathed him… not that he’d ever say that out loud.

Sasuke had enough as he pulled on Naruto’s arm. “Come on…lets go….”

Kiba, still staring, finally snapped out of it.

“R-Right! Y-Yeah! Let’s go!” he blurted, turning so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet.

Shikamaru groaned, rubbing his temples before grabbing Naruto by the collar and dragging him out.

“Hey! I can walk by myself!” Naruto protested.

Sasuke, face still red, muttered, “Idiot.”

Kiba stumbled out of the room last, his tail practically wagging from excitement, before giving her one last look, clearly memorizing every detail, before he rushed away.

And then….

The door slammed shut.

The room was silent again.

Kushina slowly turned back, her entire body trembling with humiliation as she glared at Mikoto and Hitomi, who were now full-on wheezing with laughter.

“This is your fault,” Kushina told her, almost grinding her teeth and spitting blood.

Mikoto wiped a tear from her laughter from her eye. “Yes. It is.”

As soon as the boys were out of earshot, the room erupted with laughter.

Mikoto leaned back against the bedpost, arms crossed, a wide smirk plastered on her face. “Well, Kushi-chan, if even kids are reacting like that, imagine what a bunch of hot-blooded men would do.”

Kushina groaned loudly, flopping face-first onto the bed, her cheeks still burning as she hid in a pillow.

‘I’m never going to live this down.’ She sighed with defeat, wishing the earth would swallow her up, and assimilating that any respectable image those children may have had of her would be replaced by... this.

Hitomi grinned, sitting beside her, patting her back mockingly. “On the bright side, the boys are going to be thinking about this for years.”

Kushina let out a muffled scream into the pillow, kicking her legs in frustration.

Mikoto, not missing a beat, picked up another outfit from the pile, this time a short, silky baby doll dress. With a wicked grin, she tossed it onto Kushina’s back.

“Come on, let’s try some more.”

Kushina lifted her head slightly, glaring at her. “I will take revenge for this”

Mikoto grinned. “ Yes, you will. Now put it on.”

After a few more rounds of dressing and teasing, Mikoto finally moved in for the kill.

She casually leaned against the dresser, holding up an outfit, a black miniskirt paired with a sleeveless light-blue shirt. The fabric was soft yet form-fitting, clearly chosen to highlight Kushina’s curves perfectly.
Kushina eyed the outfit warily, her arms crossed, already sensing trouble. “What now?”

Mikoto smirked, holding up the black miniskirt and sleeveless light-blue blouse like a prized treasure.

“This is what you’ll wear for the Fire Emblem interview.” Then, after a deliberate pause, she added with a sly grin, “Of course, you can wear underwear… but the choice is yours. Hehe.”
Kushina’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. “Absolutely not!”

Hitomi laughed, stepping beside Mikoto, her arms folded in amusement. “Oh, come on, Kushi-chan, it’s the perfect balance between professional and sexy. The readers will love it.” Then, as if reminding her of an unshakable truth, she added, “And remember the bet, Kushina.”

Kushina gritted her teeth, torn between fighting back and knowing full well that these two would never let her back out.

Before she could even attempt to protest, Mikoto dropped the real trap.

“And of course, we’ll have a trial day before the interview.”

Kushina blinked, confused. “Trial day?”

Mikoto’s smirk deepened, her eyes filled with mischief.

“Yes, where you’ll be wearing the same outfit the boys just saw you in.”

Kushina froze, her entire body tensing.

Hitomi snapped her fingers, looking far too pleased. “Oh, perfect! That way, she gets used to the attention.”

Kushina’s face turned bright red again. “You two are evil!”

Mikoto laughed, tossing the outfit into Kushina’s lap, the fabric settling like a final, inescapable decision.

“Better get used to it, Kushi-chan.”

Then, as if sealing her fate, Hitomi grinned. “And since it’s part of the bet, you’ll have to wear a miniskirt at least once per week for the foreseeable future.”

Kushina’s jaw dropped.

“What?!”

Mikoto shrugged playfully, feigning innocence. “A bet’s a bet. You didn’t think we were just going to let you get away with one day, did you?”

Hitomi nodded sagely. “Once a week, Kushi-chan. Just enough to make sure you keep ‘embracing’ your new image. Oh, and the underwear part? That’s still optional.”

Kushina groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands.

She was doomed.

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Laughter echoed through the backyard as the kids darted between trees, hedges, and kunai-targeted stumps. A game of tag had turned into a mock "ninja ambush" scenario, with Naruto taking the role of the attacking ninja and enthusiastically declaring, “You’re all enemy spies! No mercy!” before hurling a plush shuriken at Sasuke.

Sasuke dodged it with ease, rolling behind a tree. “Tch. You’re so loud, you’d get caught before you even moved.”

Shikamaru groaned from behind a bush. “Too troublesome… just tag me already so I can sit down.” immediately a wooden blunt kunai hit him between the eyes “Ah…but…Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Chōji was happily munching on senbei under the shade, declaring he’d be the “neutral village leader” who was “just here to watch the war.”

Kiba, however, was not doing well.

“Tag! Again!” Naruto shouted, tapping him square on the back.

Kiba groaned, for the fourth time in ten minutes. “How am I getting caught every time?!”

“’Cause you’re standing and not hiding at all,” Naruto teased, sprinting off now chasing Hinata who was running all over the garden trying to lose Naruto..

Kiba’s face flushed deeper. It was true, he hadn’t been able to focus. Not since… earlier.

The others had shaken it off. After the initial shock in Kushina’s room, their young brains had quickly moved on to ramen plans and games. All except Naruto, who never understood truely what the big deal was to begin with. But Kiba… Kiba was still stuck.

His mind kept flashing back to her…Naruto’s mom…standing there, dressed like that, her blouse clinging to her chest, that ridiculous skirt riding way too high. His heart sped up all over again just thinking about it.

‘Her skirt… wasn’t it too short? I could see all her legs. And that shirt… her nipples were… Kami, what was that outfit?! That wasn’t the one she always wears, was it?’

Kiba was practically torturing himself, circling around the memory of Mrs. Uzumaki and his inability to understand why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

He’d already seen his mother and sister’s bodies when they helped him bathe as a kid…so why was Naruto’s mom so different?

He was so distracted he didn’t even notice Karin walking up behind him.

“Oi, dog boy,” Karin called casually, hands on her hips.

“Wha..huh?” Kiba flinched.

Karin raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been weird ever since you came back from Auntie Kushina’s room. What happened?”

Kiba opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again, stuck in a loop of panic. “I…uh…it…it’s nothing! Nothing happened!”

Karin squinted at him, almost as if she could see through it and knew he was hiding something. “You’re a terrible liar. you’ve been red all afternoon.”

“I’m not red,” Kiba snapped, cheeks glowing crimson.

Karin tilted her head, staring at him thoughtfully.

And that was the mistake.

Her hair was red.

Like Naruto’s mom.

And that small similarity was enough of a stimulus to get a still-developing part of his brain working. For a split second…a dangerous, cursed second…Kiba’s brain flashed back to Naruto’s mom again. The tight white blouse, the soft press of her boobies straining against the fabric. The curve of her thighs. The glimpse of legs in that little skirt. Her mouth open in shock.

A series of strange sensations invaded the young Inuzuka from those vivid images. A shiver ran up his back, his heart beat faster as if he was in the middle of a race and his stomach tingled.

“Is everything really okay?” Kiba almost choked when Karin asked him suspiciously.

“N-Nothing happened! Seriously!” he shouted louder than he meant to, waving his arms.

Karin blinked. “Okay, sheesh. No need to explode.”

Kiba turned around to hide his burning face.

‘What the hell? This has only ever happened to me with Shirhui-sensei… but this is on a different level,’ he thought, clutching his head.
Shirhui-sensei was one of the teachers at the academy…very kind and beautiful, popular with the girls, but especially with the boys, whether they were in her class or not. When he had once consulted his mother about it, she had teased him that Shirhui was his “crush,” whatever that meant.

But now... now he was feeling something much more intense about the Uzumaki matriarch.

‘She’s Naruto’s mother. She isn’t supposed to be… like that. Why did she look… so… so…!’

Kiba was so ignorant of what was happening to him that he didn’t even have the words to describe Kushina.

A light wooden kunai struck Kiba in the back of his head and Naruto’s voice rang from across the yard. “Kiba! You’re it again!”

“AGH, DAMN IT!” he yelled, running after Naruto, if only to shake off the storm in his brain.

Behind him, Karin narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Weird…”

She turned her gaze toward the window of the house, the one that belonged to her aunt and uncle's room. The curtains were drawn, and she couldn’t see what was happening inside. But Karin could sense her aunt was still in there, likely with her friends.

‘What is going on in there?’ she wondered, her brow furrowing.

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With the outfit trials finally over, Hitomi stretched her arms above her head, letting out a playful sigh .
"Well, I think I’ve had my fun for the day." She threw a knowing glance at the two women still lounging in Kushina’s bedroom. Her tone dripped with amusement. "I’ll take care of the kids. You two… enjoy."
Kushina narrowed her eyes suspiciously, shifting on the bed. The lace of her lingerie brushed teasingly against her inner thighs, sending a ripple through her core.
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
Hitomi smirked, strolling toward the door with an exaggerated sway of her hips. At the doorway, she paused, casting a sly wink over her shoulder.
"Oh, nothing~. Just that Mikoto looks like she still has some… ‘unfinished business’ with you."
Before Kushina could form a reply, the door clicked shut, sealing the two women alone in the quiet, dimly lit bedroom.
The air changed instantly. It felt heavier. Charged.
Mikoto was still seated lazily on the bed, but there was nothing casual about her expression. She slowly shifted her weight forward, dark eyes locked on Kushina’s barely covered form, gleaming with something intense… something primal.
Kushina, still flushed from earlier teasing and the too-intimate bet, now stood in only a translucent, lace-trimmed lingerie piece, one of the more scandalous gifts from the Daimyo’s "wife." The sheer material clung to her curves, exposing every detail beneath it. Her breasts were clearly outlined, nipples already hard from the cool air. The soft mound of her pussy, neatly trimmed and glistening with faint moisture, peeked through the almost non-existent fabric, her slit already damp and pressed tightly beneath the lace.
She suddenly became painfully aware of just how exposed she was and she was overcome with a mysterious embarrassment. As if the one watching her so intently was not her friend Mikoto, but someone else.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kushina muttered, shifting slightly, her thighs pressing together in a subtle attempt to hide the growing wetness there.
Mikoto smirked, rising from the bed with slow, feline grace, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She moved like someone who had all the time in the world and every intention of using it.
"Because, Kushi-chan… I’m not done with you yet."
Before Kushina could react, Mikoto closed the distance and pressed her lips against hers.
The kiss was firm, insistent, and completely without hesitation.
Kushina barely had time to process it before Mikoto’s hands slipped around her waist, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath the lace, pulling her in close until their bodies were flush.
A soft gasp escaped Kushina’s lips as Mikoto’s mouth deepened the kiss. Their tongues met in slow, searching strokes guided by the Uchiha, Kushina’s moan muffled against Mikoto’s lips. Her fingers instinctively gripped Mikoto’s shoulders, her body already melting into the heat.
The sheer lingerie offered no resistance as Kushina’s hardened nipples pressed into Mikoto’s chest. Her pussy throbbed softly, juices slowly soaking through the thin fabric, her slit already slick and twitching with need.
Mikoto’s hands slid lower, cupping Kushina’s ass before squeezing firmly, almost as if it were a hawk burying its talons in its defenseless prey, drawing a sharp inhale from the redhead.
"Mikoto…" Kushina breathed against her lips, voice trembling.
"Hmm?" Mikoto hummed, trailing kisses along Kushina’s jawline, then down to her neck, where her lips lingered, suckling gently at the tender skin. “What's up, Kushi-chan? Do you have something to tell me?" Kushina’s breath hitched, a soft moan slipping from her throat as Mikoto’s teeth grazed her collarbone.

“This... This isn't right... you... us…” Kushina couldn't order her words or say them fluently, too distracted by the sweet sensations she was experiencing. “I have Minato and- Ah~” Whatever she would have wanted to say was interrupted when Mikoto took one of her hard nipples into her mouth.
“My-Mikoto~” The Uchiha didn't hear anything; she just continued to pay attention to the Uzumaki's hard nipples, sucking and nibbling them playfully. Her lips kissed the chafed nubs, and her tongue circled them and stimulated them continuously, but without giving Kushina room to regain her composure.
Slowly, the heat and lust were dulling Kushina's protests, enjoying the attention she received from Mikoto and giving her free rein. One of Mikoto's hands left the Uzumaki's ass to slide down to her stomach, from where she began to descend, caressing her skin with her fingertips until she reached Kushina's crotch. Her hand slipped underneath the fabric and soon began to caress Kushina's wet, hot lower lips, who shuddered in pleasure as soon as one of her fingers entered inside her.
“Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~” Kushina's breathing was starting to become heavy, resembling gasps. She put up no resistance when Mikoto pulled her back until she fell backwards onto the bed, and she didn't disengage from Kushina at any point.
Peeling her lips from the Uzumaki's nipples, Mikoto looked at the excited redhead in a pleased yet lustful manner, almost as if she were a cat playing with her food. “Looks like you're finally relaxing, Kushina-chan.” Mikoto let her crotch touch and removed her hand from Kushina's panties, who let out a small moan of protest. “Just let yourself go and let's enjoy this, shall we?”
Kushina watched as Mikoto began to move down her body as if she was some kind of snake, caressing her body. Kushina felt provocative tickling as Mikoto was touching her waist, stomach, and hips, where she slowly started to remove her panties until they fell to the floor.
She spread Kushina's legs and knelt between them, so that her face was close to her prized target. “Gods, Kushina-chan, you look really delicious,” Mikoto spoke, practically licking her lips. She leaned over and gave the inner Hokage's core a good lick.
“Ouh~” Kushina's back arched, and her shoulders slumped on the bed as she felt the Uchiha's mouth begin to work her entrance. Mikoto didn't hesitate for a moment as she tasted and devoured the redhead's juices.
Her tongue ran along her swollen lips, collecting the juices of her arousal that Mikoto found exquisite. She greedily slurped up every drop she found. She began to kiss the lips of her entrance deeply as if they were her lover's lips, listening in the background to Kushina's sweet, excited moans that made Mikoto herself aroused and wet her own panties.
“Ah~, Mikoto~... keep it up~... don't stop~” Kushina's voice sounded brittle and drenched in desire, almost as if it was a plea. Her body shuddered, and her hands that held the sheets tightly, almost desperately, strengthened their grip every time Mikoto's skillful mouth did something against them.
'Do you see it now, Kushina-chan? I'm sure that blonde husband of yours can't make you feel this good.' Motivated and excited by her thoughts, Mikoto ascended to the top and trapped her clit between her lips and played with it in the same way she had done with her nipples, her tongue dancing over that sensitive nub. 'No one can please a woman better than another woman, and today I'm going to prove it to you. I’m better than any man.' She thought with motivation as she slipped two fingers inside Kushina and moved them inside her and pressed on sensitive areas that her tongue couldn't reach.
'Oh gods... I'm so close,' Kushina thought in exaltation. Her legs tightened around Mikoto's head, pushing her deeper into her crotch as her hips began to rock in a silent plea for more that the Uchiha understood perfectly and reciprocated by increasing the intensity, as if trying to drive the inner Hokage crazy. “Yes~, Yes~, Aah~!”
Mikoto pushed Kushina to the limit and soon made her cum by tilting her head back and thrusting her hips against her face. Kushina shot her juices against the Uchiha, and the Uchiha received it gladly, as if it was her own trophy.
The climax lasted a few seconds before it began to subside. Kushina's body lay on the bed, exalted and still twitching.
Then, without warning, Mikoto pulled back slightly. Her smirk was devilish.
She reached to the side, retrieving a small scroll that lay unsealed on the bed.
Kushina blinked, dazed and flushed. Her voice was breathless. "What’s that?"
Mikoto grinned and flicked the scroll open with practiced ease, revealing what was hidden inside.
A sleek, curved, long and thick pink object nestled neatly within the fabric folds. Silicone. Elegant. Strapped.
Kushina’s eyes widened, her throat suddenly dry, her body stiffening with a fresh wave of heat she had something similar being used by Tsunade.
This was not.
"Mikoto… what the hell is that?!"
Mikoto chuckled as she lifted the toy, turning it in her hand, admiring the smooth curve before slipping out of her dress and underwear in one fluid motion. The fabric fell soundlessly to the floor, leaving her completely nude before Kushina.
Her body was flawless pale, toned, and glistening with a faint sheen of heat. Her breasts swayed gently as she moved, nipples already tight. Her clean shaved pussy was already visibly wet, her slit glistening faintly in the low light.
Kushina swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she stared. Her legs pressed together instinctively, her own juices leaking slowly down the inside of her thighs.
Mikoto smirked, strapping the pink toy into place around her hips. It fit snugly, resting between her legs with a confidence that made Kushina’s stomach twist in anticipation.
"Let’s find out," Mikoto purred.
Mikoto stood at the edge of the bed, completely nude, the pink strapon now strapped snugly around her hips. Her body glistened with a thin sheen of heat, her nipples hardened, pussy still wet from the kiss they'd shared minutes earlier. Her breath was steady, but there was fire behind her eyes.
Kushina sat on the edge of the bed, legs parted slightly, her translucent lingerie bunched around her waist, her red hair damp with sweat and arousal. Her pussy was already soaked, glistening, from the foreplay Mikoto had had with her. The juices trailing down the insides of her thighs. Her slit throbbed with need.
Mikoto stepped closer, crawling onto the bed, the strapon bobbing between her thighs, the toy a firm, glistening eight inches of slick pink. Her hands slid up Kushina’s thighs, nails grazing her flushed skin.
"Kushi-chan," Mikoto whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck, sucking gently. "You're already very wet again. Are you as anxious about this as I am?"
Kushina moaned softly, hips twitching. "Mikoto… I…"
She didn’t finish.
Mikoto pressed forward, her lips capturing Kushina’s again, sliding her tongue against hers to make Kushina taste her own juices as her fingers found her pussy, parting her slick folds with ease. Warm juices coated Mikoto’s hand as she teased Kushina’s slit, slowly pushing two fingers inside.
"Fuck… you’re dripping," Mikoto groaned.
Kushina gasped, her body arching. "Mmmn… Mikoto… please…"
Mikoto pulled her fingers free, glistening with Kushina’s slick arousal, and brought them to her lips. She licked them slowly, savoring the taste, her dark eyes locked on Kushina’s flushed, expectant face.
Then, with controlled grace, she positioned herself between Kushina’s trembling thighs. The pink strapon, slick from earlier teasing, was guided down, its tip brushing along the folds of Kushina’s soaked entrance, smearing through the wetness pooling between her legs.
"First time using one," Mikoto muttered, voice husky with heat. She flashed a playful grin. "So bear with me."
She leaned in closer, her chest brushing against Kushina’s breasts as she added in a soft whisper, "I know we could’ve hinged with fingers alone, but let’s be real, nothing compares to this once you feel it."

Kushina moaned, her voice breaking as her back arched. Her pussy throbbed beneath the toy, juices dripping down the inner swell of her thighs.
"Wh–Where did you get it?" she asked breathlessly, struggling to string the words together between gasps. "I… I haven’t seen anything like this in Konoha..."
Mikoto chuckled, grinding the tip teasingly against her slit.
"Where did I get it?" she echoed, her tone thick with mischief. "Surprise, isn’t it? Akemi-san bought some of these new exclusive tools from overseas... and she gave me a few for trial." Her eyes sparkled as she pressed the head of the toy against Kushina’s entrance. "Hehe… isn’t she nice?"
Kushina trembled. Her body ached.
“I know there are those who use transformation jutsus to create one.”, Mikoto murmured, her lips brushing Kushina's ear, "but you know how fragile those things are. They don't last at all when our emotions run wild...". She smiled, sliding her fingers down Kushina's thigh. “Just like clones... they fall apart as soon as things get heated and real,” she added, pushing herself a little further into Kushina “But this fixes a lot of problems.”.
With a slow thrust, Mikoto pushed inside.
Kushina’s moan echoed off the walls. Her pussy stretched around the thick toy, her juices spilling out in hot streams as the toy slid in inch by inch.
"Ahhhnn… fuck!" Kushina cried out, her voice trembling with raw pleasure. It was bigger than Minato… thicker too. It almost felt like she was losing her virginity for the second time.
The initial intrusion felt cool against her burning heat, but the material quickly warmed, matching the temperature of their bodies with each slick, pounding motion. The toy slid in and out of her soaked pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, making her moan louder with every thrust..

"See? This is just one of the small sizes…eight inches," Mikoto grunted as she gave a firm thrust, pushing the toy deeper into Kushina’s dripping pussy. "Akemi-san said the full-size ones are even bigger..." She leaned in, voice sultry and full of heat. "Imagine how huge that would be… I bet no man could even compete."

Mikoto leaned closer, her lips brushing Kushina’s ear. "I’d heard about these... and now that I’ve got this, I don’t need that cold bastard Fugaku anymore. And you... you don’t need that flaky yellow-haired idiot either."
Kushina ignored the rude comment about her husband and instead put her focus on that thick toy pushing inside her.
Mikoto groaned, watching Kushina’s face twist in ecstasy. She pulled back, then thrust again…slow at first, deep and steady. Causing the breasts of both women to jiggle from the movement of his onslaught.
Kushina wrapped her legs tightly around Mikoto’s waist, her thighs trembling, her breath ragged and uneven.
"Faster," she begged, her voice cracking with need. "Harder."
Mikoto didn’t hesitate.
Her hips snapped forward, each roll into Kushina punctuated by wet, heavy slaps. The pink cock thrust in and out of Kushina’s soaked slit, her pussy clenching with every stroke, juices splashing out and smearing across their thighs.
Kushina moaned loudly, hugging her and digging herinto Mikoto’s back as her body writhed beneath her.
She came once, then again…her pussy convulsing, gushing creamy slickness that coated the toy and spilled down between her cheeks. Her cries were breathless, broken, rising with every deep thrust.
Mikoto was relentless, her body gleaming with sweat, eyes locked on Kushina's flushed face. That was what she wanted, to make Kushina hers and have her moan her name passionately, as she felt things should have been if she would have been man. Her mouth crashed against Kushina’s again, their tongues tangling, lips slick and messy as they devoured each other.
Between thrusts, Mikoto dipped her head lower, sucking Kushina’s nipple into her mouth with a wet pop, rolling her tongue over the stiff bud. Kushina arched into her, moaning sharply.
Not to be outdone, Kushina twisted suddenly, grabbing Mikoto and flipping her briefly onto her back, straddling her just long enough to take one of Mikoto’s breasts into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing a desperate cry from Mikoto’s throat before the dark-haired woman reversed their positions again, slamming her hips forward with a deep growl.
As much as she would love to watch Kushina ride and bounce on her toy cock with passion and wantonness, Mikoto couldn't afford to lose the lead until she could prove to her that they didn't need men in their lives. That they could satisfy their needs with each other and that this was better.
Their mouths clashed again, alternating between deep, breathless kisses and sucking on each other's nipples, moaning into each other’s mouths as the toy pounded deeper with every thrust. The room echoed with wet sounds of fucking, the rhythmic slap of bodies, and the endless chorus of moans, gasps, and whispered filth.
But by the fourth round, something had shifted.
Kushina was now lying on her stomach and Mikoto on top of her, her shaking legs stretched out on the bed, her body soaked in sweat and cum, the toy still sliding in and out of her overstimulated pussy, but her eyes were distant.
Her breath hitched against the sheets. Her body quivered.
The plastic cock was certainly bigger and reached parts that Minato did not. But something was still missing.
'Why… why does it still feel empty?'
The toy was perfect. Long. Thick. Smooth. Eight inches of relentless, vibrating pleasure. Mikoto had said it, no man could compete with that thing. But still Kushina couldn't consider that toy cock better than a real one.
Deep down Kushina knew well enough why. That pink cock wasn’t warm. It wasn’t alive. It didn’t throb with lust. It didn’t cum deep inside her. She couldn't even feel that peculiar, sliding sensation of skin sliding along her inner walls.
Her pussy craved something more, the thrill of the new experience began to lose novelty quickly as Kushina adjusted to the size of the toy. The heat was still there, her slit still soaked and twitching, her juices leaking around the toy. But the satisfaction? It still hadn't come. Not truly.
"I need… more." She moaned again, biting her lip, her voice barely a whisper. but which conveyed a deep desire.
Mikoto leaned down, her breath warm against Kushina’s cheek, her own panting steady, chest rising and falling with the effort of their earlier rounds.
"More? Still?"
Kushina nodded slowly, her voice thick with lust and mounting frustration.
Mikoto smirked, her hands still cupping Kushina’s trembling thighs. "Oh, you insatiable minx… even after four rounds, you still want more?"
Kushina’s cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling.
"Fine, I'll give you a fifth round. Just ask me for it," Mikoto stated with a victorious smile as she once again wiggled her hips against Kushina's ass, ramming her with such intensity that her rear cheeks were beginning to take on a reddish hue.
“mmh~” Kushina bit her lower lip as Mikoto began to ravage her insides again.
‘Kushina is mine. Just mine and no one else's’, Mikoto thought as she leaned forward, burying her face in Kushina's neck and pressing her breasts tightly against her back. ‘I wish that Hot Springs Country bitch was here to see how I make you go crazy. Make you moan and beg for more while you use those silly gifts of hers. To make that stupid bitch understand that she's only wasting her time and money by giving you gifts... because I'm not going to let another woman have you’.
Mikoto thought with determination as she further quickened the pace at which she fucked Kushina, almost as if she were trying to mark her ownership over the Uzumaki with every thrust. The Uchiha was extremely annoyed and jealous seeing how the Daimyo's wife was trying to woo her Kushina with those expensive clothes and accessories. Not that she knew those gifts were from the Daimyo…nor did the redhead know. Mikoto had always assumed no one could… no man could seduce Kushina, except that flaky bastard Minato…despite that it was just a lucky fluke… he got Kushina when she was so immature she still was…. But she still thought the redhead was vulnerable to women, and this Daimyo’s wife was trying to claim what was hers.
Even though Mikoto had known Kushina for much longer, and had wanted her more than anyone else, seeing how that Hot Springs Country bitch was trying to seduce Kushina with simple erotic clothes…as if she were so easy…made her blood boil. Like a wild animal being threatened at mealtime.
‘Kushina... she doesn't have time to waste on silly noblewomen from another country like you. She's already mine. So step aside and don't interfere’, Mikoto was saying in her mind, as if she expected her every word to telepathically reach Aiko in the Hot Spring Country.
Near the end, Mikoto watched as Kushina sank her face into the sheets as she came, practically biting them to silence her moans. The Uchiha matriarch also collapsed on top of her. She was tired, but still rejoiced at that reaction, thinking that Kushina was already falling for it and just stubbornly trying to deny that she could no longer be satisfied with her husband's cock.
‘I want Minato… I want his cock. I want it hot… inside me. I want to feel him cum. I want it to drip out of me afterward and make me feel full.’ she thought, not voicing them out.
Mikoto's confidence was so high, she never imagined that what was going through Kushina's mind was the complete opposite of what she wanted.
Her pussy clenched at the admission, another wave of wetness coating the toy, but her body still craved the real thing. The weight, the pulse, the warmth, the manly aroma. Minato himself. The toy was a good size, but the Uzumaki kept thinking that it still couldn't compare to a real cock.
Her naughty inner voice purred deep inside her mind.
'We need cock… not rubber. A real cock, filling us. Stretching us. Flooding our womb with thick and abundant semen.'
And Kushina and oddly despite everything that happened silently agreed.
'I need Minato. His heat. His scent. His cum. Nothing else will satisfy this hunger.'
Mikoto gently kissed her cheek, brushing her fingers along Kushina’s thigh.
"That was wonderful, wasn't it?" Mikoto whispered.
Kushina didn’t reply.
She only nodded slowly.
But in her mind, the truth clung to her like the heat between her legs.
‘This is not enough.... I still need Minato... I need his cock…’

Mikoto laughed softly, exhaling as she shifted slightly, pulling out her strap on, shiny and soaked with female fluids. She lay down on the bed, laying down next to Kushina, rejoicing in a sense of victory and invincibility.
“So… did it blow your mind?” she said between exhausted moans, confident of what the Uzumaki's response would be.

Kushina groaned, burying her face against Mikoto’s neck, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy.
Kushina lay half-draped over Mikoto, her cheek resting against her shoulder, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over her stomach.
Neither of them spoke for a while, their hearts still beating in sync, the afterglow settling over them like a haze.
Mikoto just laughed, holding her tighter.
"With this, we don’t need those husbands of ours anymore. We’re free. We’re in control."

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