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The Price of a Portrait and its Privacy	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “Why are you always home late?”
            Naruto had received a cheerful good morning from the ladies of the house, but his son sat at the table like he’d been holding the glower all night, waiting for his dad to get up. Not what a father wants to hear or see at the breakfast table, but Naruto smiled anyway, said good morning to him, and sat down. “There were a few more requests that needed approving,” he answered the question. “I don’t think I got home that late.” He turned to Hinata as she turned over the eggs on the stove. “Did I?”
            Whether or not his arrival was late or not, Hinata addressed their son. “A Hokage puts the needs of the village over personal needs, Boruto. It’ll work out soon.”
            Boruto scoffed and grabbed some toast, eating it while very obviously turning away from his dad, like the sight of him would ruin his appetite.
            Naruto’s jaw flexed helplessly. With all going on with him, he wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to put up with a son who cast unwarranted blame on him for everything. Naruto was honestly trying his best to make a home of comfort, and the Hokage life was not the rush of excitement that he always thought it’d be. Sure, he’d be called to handle disputes here and there, but what enemy in their right might would – or could – challenge a Hokage whose powers rivaled an interdimensional being of godlike proportions?!
            “Naruto-kun.”
            He looked up from the tablecloth to Hinata. She was holding up a carton of milk, and the look in her eye told him what was needed.
            “Yeah,” he answered the unspoken question, pushing himself out of his seat, relieved to get away from the tense atmosphere with his son. He’d be there and back within minutes. Unless Hinata gave a poor proposal like “Could you take Boruto with you?”
            Naruto wished he had just shot out from his seat. An easy chore, and now it became a drawn-out punishment. Boruto showed his displeasure; first to his mom, and then to his dad, like it was up to him to placate him. Boruto did not want to go, didn’t want anything to do with Naruto. Naruto wished it wasn’t so, and wanted to do everything to make Boruto happy. Saying ‘No thanks’ would both please and embitter the boy. Naruto had no choice, smiling with forlorn hope to his son. “Sure! Let’s go, Boruto!”
            Boruto was neither enthused or happy to get up from the table, but he’d abide by his mom’s wishes. He said nothing to his dad in passing, though when Naruto touched his head fondly, he brushed the arm back. What misery to be beholden to. A son who was fairly adept at the art of shinobi work, a loving daughter who he just didn’t have the time for most days, and a wife who didn’t have the energy to take a decent pounding at night.
            Boruto had graduated, right? Or was he still taking classes as a genin? Naruto was afraid to ask these questions. Sasuke had come and lent a hand with Boruto’s progress, but Naruto wasn’t up to date on that…
            Ahem…
            So Naruto stuck to more moderate, passive, and – sadly – generic questions for his boy as they roamed the roads. “So, Boruto, are you up for anything today? Anything special?”
            Boruto was walking a few paces ahead of him, but was certainly within earshot. Yet he didn’t respond. When Naruto followed up, on the off chance that Boruto really hadn’t heard him, he stopped abruptly; Naruto stopped too. Finally, Boruto turned on him, looking none too happy. “Listen, how ‘bout I wait here? You go get the milk, and Mom can think we spent time together.”
            Naruto was hurt by the suggestion, and it showed on his face when he smiled. “Boruto,” he said softly, “we don’t want to start lying to your mom…”
            “You’ve lied enough to her already!” Boruto barked back like he was taking a swing at Naruto’s face.
            Naruto certainly acted like he had by the way he’d suddenly yanked back, eyes wide and face blanched. “Wha-What do you mean?” he stammered while trying to keep an upbeat smile. He could practically smell flowers in that instant, like the guilt was forming a wreath for his memorial.
            Boruto retracted but his anger was still potent. “That’s just like you to forget. Of course, you’re always too busy…”
            “Naruto~♪ Is that you?”
            The smell of flowers was more real than Naruto realized. Heat and chill plunge through him. He whipped around eagerly without meaning to. There, walking – or sauntering – down the path, arm raised in greeting, was Yamanaka Ino. Father and son gaped at her morning radiance. How could she do it? Hinata came up looking sublime even in her fatigue, but Ino blazed with perfection. The button-up yellow top with no sleeves that exposed a decent – or indecent, if you were an enviable hag – amount of her side chest, the top holding lightly onto her curves to her waist, where the usual long purple dress waved around her legs.
            “I-Ino!” Naruto exclaimed, which drew a bit of Boruto’s attention. His dad seemed unusually apprehensive towards Inojin’s mom. Sure, she was a beast when angry or offended, but this seemed was too casual to cause a stir.
            “Good morning!” Ino came right in front of him, hands behind her, which promoted the heave of her chest, though she certainly didn’t notice. “Good morning, Boruto,” she acknowledged, bending in an attempt to meet his height.
            “Morning,” he muttered back, trying not to seem flattered by her interest. He let the grownups talk.
            Ino raised up, beaming at Naruto, giving him a moment to correct the direction of his gaze. His eyes struggled all over the place, his lips tugging and his throat clearing awkwardly. He clearly gave some credit to her breasts swollen from beyond her outfit, though he’d probably stare more immediately at the front if her buttons were undone and her cleavage was sporting. When he met her eyes, he seemed shaken, beaten.
            “I heard you were looking for me yesterday,” she said innocently, making Naruto tense up, painfully aware of Boruto standing beside him. “I’m sorry I missed the summons. I hope I’m not in any trouble.”
            “I-uh! N-No, no trouble at all!” blustered Naruto, which was a lie. He corrected himself without blatantly saying the opposite. “Well, it’s just something we need to talk about, and…”
            “Is it about the art gallery?” she piqued, and then leaned to him. Her loose hair tumbled down her shoulder on the left. Naruto watched the sensuous cascade, his jaw falling, his throat like sandpaper as he swallowed. The swelling in his trousers happened. “Or something else?”
            “Uh…” Naruto corrected the direction of his eyes. He needed to calm down! Not just for the sake of his station as Hokage, but as a father whose son was right beside him and absorbing this behavior. “It’s something else. It’s-It’s real important that we have-have a talk, tebayo.”
            “I have time.” Ino combed her fingers through her neat platinum locks, tossing it back, and in the show, he saw a glimmer of the smirk he had seen over Sai’s shoulder. “How about we discuss it now?”
            Naruto balled his hand into a quaking fist. She was riling him up close to anger. Her intentions could not be clearer, and any doubts he’d had since last night were confirmed now that she had done everything on purpose. Cornering him, teasing him, kissing him.
            “No,” he said like a breath exhaled, putting an angular grin on his face, trying not to grind his teeth. “At my office”—He already felt Boruto rolling his eyes while stuffing his hands indignantly into his pockets—“later. We just have to have a talk.”
            “You say it so seriously. It sounds like I am in trouble!” Ino put her splayed fingers over her mouth and laughed playfully at the idea. “Okay then! I’ll see you later, Naruto! Goodbye, Boruto!”
            Neither Uzumaki replied, though Naruto made a halfhearted wave.
            Boruto pivoted on his foot, stomping forward on the path again while his dad watched Ino strut away victorious. “It seems you have time for everyone else, at least. Let’s go, old man.”
            “Right,” agreed Naruto with a forced grin and an obvious sweat across his brow.
            Maybe… Just maybe… Hinata would have some time to see to him after breakfast…
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            “Glk! Grk!” Hinata pulled back from Naruto’s shaft, worriedly looking up at him while squeezing it in her fist. He’d beckoned her so suddenly upstairs, she thought it was an emergency until, after closing the door and turning around, she found him standing pantsless and with his cock hard. She tried to talk her way out of it, but Naruto had begged and closed her hand around it. She tried stroking him, but he then started to beg for her mouth, and she obliged. But after every thirty seconds, she’d hastily yank back. “A-Are they coming up?!”
            “No! Just”—Naruto pulled her mouth back over his erection—“Just keep going, tebayo!” He closed his eyes, lulling his head back as Hinata used every trick she knew to try to get him to explode. He had to get it out; had to! Ino standing in front of him was enough to make his whole body quake, and he needed a sated body and mind to deal with her next time!
            Hinata got her mouth free – to catch her breath and relax her jaw – long enough to beg that he at least announce when he was “… a-about to finish.” Naruto declined, instead begging her to swallow, just this once. Her startled reaction – eyes widening and a shocked yelp muffled into his cock – only enticed him to flood her mouth with his wad.
            He was almost there! Hinata’s hands were grabbing at his waist. She was nervous about it, but it seemed that she was willing to at least try. He struck hard at the back of her throat, trying not to make her retch, but also lacking awareness of the provocation of her gag reflex. When she hesitantly holstered his tightening balls in her hand, that was it. He could feel himself tipping from endurance to release. His opened mouth gave a smile. “I’m-I’m…!”
            “Mama! Are we going to the market today?”
            The brazenness of a young daughter; Himawari didn’t even heed the significance of a closed door and barged right in.
            “Hima!” exclaimed Hinata, hurrying off her knees and spittle flew from her mouth. She cupped a hand over and swallowed. Nothing; nothing but her own saliva.
            Naruto-kun was gone, with nothing but a flash of orange and an opened window.
            Nervously pushing her hair back, composing herself after having a cock stabbed back and forth between her lips with the vigorous intent of topping her breakfast off with a heavy load of semen, she smiled at her daughter and confirmed that they could go to the market. “But-But after I go to the restroom.” She tottered off in a sort of daze, glancing toward the window.
            Poor Naruto-kun… She understood how frustrating work could be when afflicted by his current condition.
            As she brushed her teeth and cleansed with mouthwash, Himawari looked around and moped. “Where’s Papa?”
            “He went to the office, Himawari,” Hinata consoled her, hoping she’d understand.
            “That figures.” Boruto stood outside the room, blasé with his hands linked behind his head, right leg partially bent. “He didn’t even say goodbye. Probably wanted to have that meeting with Inojjin’s mom, dattebasa.”
            From coddling her daughter, Hinata looked up suddenly to her son. “I-Ino-san?”
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            “Is it really that important? What could Ino have done?” Shikamaru was asking Naruto after having heard from Udon and Moegi about last night’s report, about how Naruto was unusually determined. Always with a smile on his face, his tone had turned harsh with a look of anger in his eyes that made them balk. Shikamaru was always supposed to be in the know, but Naruto wasn’t thrilled to be interrogated on it.
            Not like he didn’t regret it; Naruto already looked like he’d been found out in the middle of a prank when he was a kid, with the jutting jaw and pouty bottom lip. “I was just tired, tebayo. I already spoke with Ino this morning, anyway. She’ll come later, and I’ll deal with her.” He had just entered the office with Shikamaru trailing and pestering with the questions.
            “If that’s the case, then maybe you shouldn’t stay late anymore. Making this a hostile environment doesn’t help you.”
            “It’s not hostile!” Naruto shouted, swinging back on Shikamaru so fast that his cloak billowed around him.
            Shikamaru’s widened eyes blinked, and then settled, and he gave a resigned sigh. “If you say so,” he grumbled.
            Naruto acknowledge his risen temper and reined it in, but there was little to account for with that. He wasn’t going to apologize, but hopefully snuff the issue aside and just get down to business. When he got to his desk – and there was a limp in his stride that Shikamaru caught – he saw the still-unsigned document he had been looking over when Shizune-nee-san had walked in last night. It sent a sharp guilt through his middle, but he gulped and held it down. Collapsing in his chair, he picked up his trusty pen and made quick work of a signature to pass it along and start the day fresh.
            “Let’s get started, tebayo,” Naruto said.
            Throughout the day, he made no mention of Ino except when Udon came to report that Ino had been spotted in the marketplace by Anbu. “Do we have her brought in?” he asked in a panic, his hair disheveled in worry. Naruto made an easing motion with his hand, beseeching that he calm down, and said that Ino had already agreed to show up later. And if it looked like she wasn’t going to show up, he’d go find her himself. “I was too rash last night,” Naruto said to quell to confusion.
            “Guess it’ll be a late night then,” grumbled Shikamaru as Udon and Moegi left. “I should be here when you deal with Ino from now on, after all. A lot’s been happening around her lately.”
            “I think it’d be best for me to handle her on my own,” Naruto said.
            “Heh.” Shikamaru winked. “It’s talking to her alone in the first place that got you in trouble. Just tell her you can’t fund her project right now. She might get upset, but she’ll understand. Sai’s on your side, after all.”
            “Right,” Naruto replied distractedly and unconvinced. “Still, I think I can handle it by myself this time.”
            His hard cock throbbed under the desk, and he did a good job ignoring it.
            He met Shikamaru’s skeptic gaze with a reassuring smile. “It’s just saying no, right? I can do that now! No worries!”
            Shikamaru tilted his head, clicking his tongue. “If you say so,” and then he murmured that he was going to take a break.
            “Oh! If you’re going to the kitchen, pour me some ramen!” Naruto called after him, receiving a raised hand in acknowledgement.
            “Naruto-san!” Shizune’s haste caused her to shove against Shikamaru, whom she gave an apology to, but couldn’t recompense the cigarette she knocked from his hand upon collision and stepped on. His eyebrow twitched, but it was a hassle to complain with someone like her – a health nut – about wrecking his unhealthy habit.
            copy-chan is not here to judge.
            “Forgive me, Shikamaru-san,” she said with a hasty bow while he went to kneel and collect the ruined stick. “Naruto-san, forgive my intrusion, but Tsunade-sama has news from Iwagakure! It’s nothing official; just what Ohnoki-jii-san has observed.”
            “The old man?” Naruto perked up somewhat.
            “Yes!” Shizune held the parchment in her hand in front of her and read it out. “It says that his granddaughter, Fourth Tsuchikage Kurotsuchi, is angered by the treatment of her villagers in Konoha. It seems the merchant you’d detained got word back to her that he was wrongfully deported.” Shizune looked up, distressed. “This could cause a rift in trade deals.”
            “Iwagakure always likes to stir up trouble,” Shikamaru griped as Naruto moaned, clutching at his head.
            “It might be wise to get ahead of this, Naruto-san,” Shizune said, “and extend an invitation to her. Treat her kindly.”
            Shikamaru said differently, “If we start bowing our heads to her every time she and Iwa villagers violate merchant permits regulations, it could start a worse pattern. Iwagakure has always taken advantage of the kindness of others. The Third Tsuchikage had lightened up after the Shinobi War, but his granddaughter has always spoken about raising the Earth Country to its former glory.” His head cocked as he muttered about how it was never held in the highest esteem even at its pinnacle of power and influence.
            “Iwagakure is steeped in tradition,” Shizune countered, “and it’ll be seen as a slight if we are not respectful in our explanations.”
            Shikamaru rolled his eyes, not wanting to comment that her ways and the Fifth’s had become outdated in peaceful times.
            “Sheesh!” Naruto fell upon his table, holding his head like it would expand and explode. “It’s just one thing after another, tebayo.”
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            It seemed like Ino wasn’t coming. Shikamaru said so, checking the lowering sun and muttering something about flowers hiding their faces at this time until first light tomorrow. Naruto ignored him, posturing as he wrote his name over and over, skimming through forms and scrolls and writing lists. How a single Kage could amass such paperwork day after day seemed nonsense, but there was much more to do now that ninja were more than just contract killers.
            It had been such a long time that neither thought Ino would show when the knock came to the door; they thought it’d be Moegi with some report about hooligans riding the train again or Boruto being mixed up in some anti-Hokage antics. So Naruto’s pen streaked across the paper when Ino announced herself. “I’m here, Naruto! I hope I haven’t kept you waiting! Oh.” She glanced disapprovingly at Shikamaru. “I see he’s been keeping you company.”
            “Ino.” Shikamaru rounded on her. “Where were you yesterday? Surely you had heard that Hokage-dono was looking for you.”
            “Why do you think I’m here now?” she droned, waving her hand as if to beat away his accusations. “Naruto.” She looked at him, tilting and letting her hair drop. “This bore doesn’t need to be here while we talk business.”
            Before Naruto could speak – and he was having difficulty finding words – Shikamaru said in his stead, “This isn’t a business meeting, Ino. Naruto’s already decided to deny your application. Besides, this is a reprimand.”
            “Ohh?” Ino straightened, folding her arms and looking down her nose at the two. Already, Naruto was turning meek. Shikamaru was being to direct and even arrogant to speak on his behalf. “Is that true, Naruto? Well…” She whipped around, putting them to her back, hair swishing immaculately behind her. “Consider me reprimanded since you backed out of our deal, Naruto. I guess you do go back on your word after all.”
            “Ino,” Shikamaru started in a raised voice, “you can’t talk that way to him!”
            “I’ve already heard enough. Goodnight!”
            SLAM!! “Ino!”
            Shikamaru was taken aback as Naruto raised out of his chair, slamming his hands on his desk. He blinked in shock for a few times. Naruto’s fury was rare and powerful. It was almost expected to see some red in his eyes, but Naruto was himself still.
            Ino couldn’t play it off. The resonating voice and smack of his hands had frightened her. She met his hard gaze. He was glowering, but he was outmatched in a standoff with her. Seeing his throat bob in a subtle gulp, she relaxed and cracked the merest grin.
            “Shikamaru,” she said without breaking the gaze with the Seventh, “you can go.”
            “You’re not the one to tell me what to do,” Shikamaru shot back, but a glance at Naruto made him realize that she was speaking on behalf of the Hokage. Naruto nodded without shifting his gaze. Shikamaru was dismissed, and this confrontation would continue alone. Sighing, figuring no good could come from it, he raised his hands from his sides with an audible sigh. “What’s the point of an advisor if you never listen to him?” He strode past Ino, giving a mutter not to try to take advantage of him, and then walked out the door.
            It closed behind him and might as well have locked.
            A long silence… just in case Shikamaru was listening. But Ino knew him better, knew how long he could be patient before finding eavesdropping to be troublesome. No doubt Temari would be pleased that he was home early again, rather than bickering about how, were he Hokage, everything would be settled within hours instead of days.
            “A reprimand?” stated Ino incredulously, striking a pose with her hips jutting to one side, a hand resting upon them.
            Naruto eased back in his seat, frowning still, but losing intensity.
            “Now why would Shikamaru think that? You said something different in front of Boruto this morning.”
            Naruto flushed deep. “We have to talk about what happened the other night.”
            “The other night?” Ino looked innocent and perplexed. “Or do you mean last night?” She smirked, half of her leering face hidden behind her hair. “When you were spying on me and my husband.”
            “I-I wasn’t spying!” Naruto defended heatedly. “You were both…! Grr!” He thrust out a finger. “You shouldn’t have even been doing that! In public!”
            “Hm? Was that hesitation? Hehe. I shouldn’t have been doing that in public, eh? Or…” She walked up to the desk, pressed her hands down on it, and leaned; leaned so far across it that Naruto pulled back in his seat, his breath rattling as he pulled in her scent. “I should have been doing that… with Sai?”
            Naruto’s eye ticked, catching the implication. His dick was very hard and very frustrated from the earlier interruption, and for not knowing relief for a good few days now.
            “That’s not it, tebayo,” he grunted with a turn of his head. “It-It’s not right to behave like that in public.”
            Ino giggled again. “Then why didn’t you stop us yourself when you watched us? Could it be”—She pressed forward some more, her breasts straining against her top—“you were jealous? Or were you pleasuring yourself? Don’t tell me Hinata isn’t taking care of you at home?”
            Naruto moved faster than she could react or see, jumping up from his seat, catching her wrist and twisting it back to the point she gave a yelp of shocked pain. He could do worse, and his eyes shone with the intent that he wouldn’t allow her to speak as she wanted to him.
            Yet, she tested her luck all the same. “Are you upset? Or frustrated?”
            Naruto tugged, pulling her toward him without hurting her. “Why? Why are you…?! Why did you”—The word weighed on his tongue until he spat it out—“kiss me, tebayo?”
            She reproached him with her eyes. Slowly, she ascended onto the table. Naruto’s hold weakened on her, losing his standing against her as she prowled. “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”
            “You did something to the merchant,” he said lowly, now standing his ground. “You used the Mind Destruction on him. That’s how he found us when we were alone.”
            Ino’s smirk was as good of a confession as any. She continued to advance, pitting their resolve against one another. She didn’t care for the conflict rising between him and the Tsuchikage; it was starting to occur to him that she probably didn’t even care about Sai’s art show, that he was just a piece in her performance to… to do what?
            Naruto’s lips tightened, nostrils flaring.
            To seduce him?
            “Are you mad that I did?”
            He snarled in her face. The agitation and aggression had built up, and she planned to worsen it. He could feel the heat of her lips hovering over his.
            So he yanked away, showing his back to Ino as he faced the window. Should close the blinds, should organize the desk and close up the office, go home to his wife, bask in his unrelenting misery.
            Ino was left stupefied. Had Naruto… refused her?! Her gaping mouth curled, teeth clenching together, anger and humiliation roiling in her eyes. “Naruto!” She climbed off the desk and chased after him, though he gave her only the cold shoulder in return. When she tried to see his face, he turned, though she was very persistent. “Look at me!”
            When he did, it was with such firmness that Ino had to draw back. It was as if Naruto was enlightened all of a sudden. He asked, “Does Sai know?”
            She hesitated in answering, gauging him first. “Does that bother you?” she asked in return, seeing an opportunity to gain control again. She stepped back and flipped her hand at the wrist back and forth. “If that’s what’s bothering you…”
            “I’m going to let him know.”
            She stopped at this interjection. She searched his face but found impassive resolution. It irked her. “Well, if that’s the case”—She twirled in the direction of the door—“then I guess Hinata should know, too.”
            Her arm was snatched, holding her back, making her grin. Leverage was still hers…
            Suddenly, she was pulled against Naruto, her back to his front, his voice a gravely whisper in her ear. She could feel his anxiety and the way his mouth dipped at the sides, trying to figure her out. “Just why are you doing this, tebayo?”
            “Why?” she countered sarcastically. Her body snuggled back into him, her feeling the ridge of his greatest apprehension rising up against her playful backside. Perhaps he already knew.
            He seized her possessively around the middle, like he meant to hoist her up and carry her outside to plop on the doorstep like a sack of garbage. Instead, he forced her to his desk, trapping her at the corner; her left leg between him and the table, the right free for him to pull aside, beyond the curtain of her dress, allowing access for his right hand to shove up to her apex. Covered in bandages, this hand did not have sensitivity like his left; it, to some degree, eased his conscience for what he was about to do.
            “Naruto!” gasped the blonde with elated surprise, opening her thighs expectantly of him, encouraging him to enact his will of desire. He buried his face in her hair, breathing womanhood deep in his lungs as he put aside her lace panties and ran his fingers along her gash. Wet, soaking; she was truly expecting this outcome, probably even before mounting his table or even coming through the door.
            “I knew it,” she purred back at him, rolling her hips to the dance of his fingers. “I knew you wanted to.”
            “I don’t,” he whispered, and then kissed the crook of her neck, sending her left hand to catch her breasts, plundering through the armhole of her top to seize them. A tight uniform, no bra needed. He quaked on his feet, shuddering with desire as he squeezed between flesh and cloth, holding her tits and sensing the buds of her nipples.
            “Keep going,” she begged of his hand at her pussy. She could tell he was out of practice. Poor Hinata, unable to handle her Jinchuriki Hokage husband because of fatigue. Her tongue lashed sensually against her lips as Naruto began stroking her clit.
            But his continued mapping of her crotch brought a surprised noise from Naruto’s throat. “What is it?” she asked, hoping to get past this intermission as soon as possible. She was riding high on this feeling, cresting perhaps quicker than she could ever remember.
            Naruto pulled up. Despite his earlier countenance, he seemed flummoxed, youth radiating in his eyes. “There’s no hair there, tebayo,” he uttered, as though it was a huge shock.
            He really had been faithful to Hinata, as well as unsuccessful in peeping on girls in the hot springs, up to this point. Ino chortled, hooked a hand behind his head, and drew him into a kiss that he was hesitant to reciprocate. “I hope you like it,” she murmured with his saliva on her lips.
            He did, but… But the bandages prevented the full experience. He wasn’t sure he could commit to it. He did think about Hinata as his left hand left the inside of Ino’s blouse and traveled downward. He thought of her, of Himawari and Boruto. Boruto would hate him. He already hated him… But Naruto loved him. He loved Hinata and their daughter too. He had to stop this before he ruined the family.
            But he was never known to quit while he was ahead. There was no stopping himself. He realized that, and his hand coasted across Ino’s flat stomach – Hinata’s had some heft leftover from childbearing – and surged underneath her skirt. The guilt evaporated. “Whoa!” he gasped, feeling for the first time bare and wet flesh of the feminine mound. His fingers splayed in a broad sweep across the area; even the lips of her pussy seemed smooth! And without his bandages, he felt a bit more brazen.
            “Ahn!” Ino tightened up, still clutching onto the Seventh as she stared down at herself, the hands messing around under her dress. He entered her with his middle finger, cautiously delving deeper. She gasped his name and peppered the side of his face – He was stooping over her shoulder to also watch – with kisses.
            If not for the dress, but Naruto hadn’t a mind to rid her of it. Both his hands were at her pussy, pulling apart her folds as he continued forth with his finger. He’d seen her with Sai just last night, yet she was still so snug inside. Hinata, after a week, could still holster him with ease. But it had been some time since he tested that.
            “Like that,” she told him breathlessly when his thumbs began to bustle her nub back and forth. The tight channel closed up around him the more that pearl was caressed, and Naruto was learned enough to know of its significance. He pressed his thumb flat on it and rotated, round and around, up and down, back and forth, sliding deeper with his finger until he reached the knuckle. The hand in his hair knotted its fingers, her other hand grabbing at her bust. She was cumming, he could feel it on his finger. How he wished to swap places; his finger with his cock, and explode deep inside of her, heedless of the consequence. The least he could do was make it as memorable as possible, plucking now at Ino’s clit, trying to stimulate it in every way possible. Even his finger curled, sifting her walls to find that determinate ridge that made Hinata choke up and beg for reprieve.
            For a second, Naruto had thought a downpour had started outside, but that was not it; it was the sound of Yamanaka Ino losing herself and saturating him, her panties, and the inside of her dress with the wet patter of a woman’s ejaculate. Instinctively, Naruto began thrusting his hand up against her convulsing pussy, wringing it out of her though her legs pulled inward and it hurt when she tugged his short hair. She gyrated her hips hopelessly, trying to find something to pound against, her body locking up in succession until she was arching her back, throwing her chest out in front of her. Naruto could hear the threats stretching and creaking across her bust. Suppressing a groan of his own, he clenched his teeth and shook his entire left hand against her quim, stirring her to make her give a high-pitched, happy squeal that wrenched a few more spurts of her liquid delight to drench her lily-white panties.
            “Hn! Hnn!” Ino gave a couple of resounding, helpless thrusts toward his hand before finally calming. Her smooth hair was mussed and sticking to her wet brow. Yet she was radiant as she turned and smiled, opened-mouthed, panting. “Naruto,” she wheezed in expressed shock, like his determination to get her to cum was unexpected.
            Naruto himself didn’t know how to react. He’d been impulsive, and had done something wrong. His breath shaking, he drew his hands out from under her dress. He heard her give a small giggle, as if proud of the liquid dripping thickly from his fingers. He had done it, betrayed Hinata and gave his children reason to resent him… and yet he smiled, giving a short laugh of his own, surprised by his own resilience to get her pouring out over him.
            He moved back when he thought of how tightly he was pressing Ino’s left thigh into the desk. Gratefully, Ino distanced herself from the corner, but had to catch herself on her hands, needing a moment to bask in the heady afterglow. “I didn’t expect that,” she huffed, looking back at him. “I guess you were more pent-up than I thought.” She huffed with laughter, smoothing her hair out of her face and behind her ear.
            “No, it’s not like that,” whispered Naruto, afraid now to glimpse the shimmer on his hands.
            “Hehe! Don’t be shy!” She rotated, pressing her body fully against him, and gave him a flirty kiss that he halfheartedly attempted to pull back from. His change in demeanor wasn’t discouraging at all; she already had her hooks in him. She raked her fingers down his chest, and even through the layers of clothes, his muscles strained and breath hitched. He made a dual-grab at her wrists, gasping a mewling “Stop” as the final vestige of conscience made its last stand. His effort was laughable; Ino snickered in his face as she, unconstrained by his hands, rolled down his pants’ zipper. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t do something for you, did you?”
            Naruto was tipped back, falling into his chair. His mind was rolling, the room spinning like he was drunk. Helpless as Ino loomed over him, her lips showing her pleasure at unbuttoning her blouse. He inhaled when her tits popped out, high, huge, hefty; a fair complexion of flesh with a notable difference of hue from his wife’s darker nipples. Sugary pink that reminded him of Sakura-chan’s hair. Seeing a reminiscent shade on Ino made his cock throb like it’d bust out of its confines on its own. They wobbled with her motions, and she was not averse to posing and putting images in Naruto’s head for future vivid fantasy.
            “I hope you don’t think I’m trying to influence your decision about the art show.” She was bending forward, hands tucked into her crotch for her arms to catch her hanging tits, plumping them up for his eyes to ogle. He could hardly register what she was saying, let alone make a definitive choice about finance – which was the worst thing to do with a persistent erection.
            Ino sunk to her knees, slipping between his, holding them open. “I’ll just return the favor.”
            Naruto held his breath, watched as the woman so willingly opened his trousers and dug beneath his boxers. And the huge surprise she’d been looking for thrust out, swinging hard into his lower belly, nearly swatting Ino’s chin in its arc. “Wow!” escaped her throat, jerking back reflexively. In her twinkling eyes, he saw the same mysticism that he felt when his fingers padded her mound for the first time. But she recovered and showed sheer and devilish delight, picking his prick up by the tip, lining it up against her nose to show the comparison, smearing her grin as she breathed in the heavy musky of his excited erection. “I hope Hinata-san doesn’t mind. Itadakimasu~♪” She hoisted her chest, closed him in between her tits to his delight, and opened her mouth wide for him.
            Creak. A nervous turn and a slow entrance with a hesitant, “Naruto-kun?”
            Naruto had never felt his heart go so flat, everything in him stopped, his erection deflating as his eyes switched up to the doorway. In his periphery, he saw Ino draw back into the space under his desk like a hermit crab, cautiously looking around like she could peer through the wooden back. Hastily, to hide his exposed cock, Naruto closed in as tight as he could, chasing Ino under the desk. He was all nerves, full of fear, his hands shaking and his voice not working. He might vomit as he put on a glad smile for his wife. “H-Hinata? Wh-Wh-What are you doing here, tebayo?”
            Hinata, peering back into the hallway briefly, walked in, and secured the doorway behind her with a soft murmur. “I…” She paused, gulped, her eyes stuck on the floor though she was clearly trying to smile at him. “I-I wanted to visit you”—Her pale eyes finally lifted to beam at him, missing the crack between desk and floor that showed a kunoichi’s sandals—“Naruto-kun.”
            Naruto swallowed, feeling the legroom of his desk fill with a malicious humor, Ino’s smirk looming close to his cock, ready to invoke his arousal again. Starting with a complimentary lick just along his leaking slit. He clawed the tabletop lightly. “N-Now?” he asked his wife, trying not to sound impatient with her.
            Hinata, unaware of the tongue running laps around her husband’s cockhead, nodded bashfully. “Uh-huh.”
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