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The Price of a Portrait and its Privacy	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 55 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “An… art gallery?”
            “Mhm! That’s right!” chirped Ino. She pivoted, draping her arms over her husband’s shoulders, making him laugh bashfully and rub the back of his head. “My Darling’s work has been underappreciated, and I think it could really bring in a profit if a showing was endorsed by the Seventh Hokage. Wouldn’t you say, Darling~♥”
            “I suppose so,” Sai agreed, though only because it seemed like he hadn’t any choice. His smile was almost apologetic, and Naruto knew why. He wasn’t one to put up his works on display. It was a personal hobby of his, and one he didn’t mind to keep private.
            But Ino was one who couldn’t help but be flashy. She’d taken her spot as most desirable mom in Konoha. With the big-breasted Hinata now turned to a frumpy housewife and Sakura one child above being a spinster, Ino was happily settled in her reign. But that wasn’t enough. Now she needed her husband to be as showy as him, and then their son! All a part of her plan to make the Yamanaka flower shop a must-stop for any villager and traveler! They could pick out a bouquet, admire some art, or just marvel at the most splendid family in Konoha.
            “Tee-hee! He’s being modest, aren’t you?” She giggled as she prodded Sai’s cheek. He maintained the forced smile.
            Naruto felt a bit for his teammate, but at the same time, couldn’t help jibing internally after all the annoyances Sai had cost him in their earlier times working together.
            “Well, I dunno,” confessed Naruto, looking sympathetically to Sai. “I’m not really a good judge of art. So an endorsement might be…”
            SMACK!! Both of Ino’s hands came down on the desk in front of him; he barely had a chance to stabilize his ramen cup. It was that sort of intensity that had made Ino more scary than beautiful when they were younger, and it seemed she hadn’t done anything about that temper… until Naruto realized she wasn’t glowering at him. She was actually… Well, if Naruto hadn’t known any better, he’d say Ino was staring quite luridly at him. A small, suggestive smile pulled one side of her glossy pink lips. He had not seen a woman look at him like that since… well, ever! Hinata was always too bashful at first, and when it came to married flirtations, she’d always let him take the lead.
            Naruto’s lips drew tight, his eyes trying not to take an account of Ino’s charms. Trapped in this office, monitored by Shikamaru, he was unconsciously starved for someone to look at him like this. “I-Ino…?”
            “You don’t have to be an art expert,” Ino encouraged him in a soothing voice.
            Naruto’s eyes anxiously darted behind her; Sai was smiling and unfazed.
            Ino leaned forward some more, catching his full attention. Don’t look at her boobs, tebayo. He gulped, struggling to take his own advice.
            “Sai’s been needing some motivation for his latest masterpiece,” she told the Hokage, looking over her shoulder to her hubby. He shrugged pleasantly in reply. She faced forward to Naruto. “How about we schedule you to come over and see it? I think you’ll agree that it would be perfect to showcase in a gallery!”
            “Y-You think so?” Did people care about art that much? Without the publicity, Sai did pretty well for himself. It might not have been the greatest Jutsu to come out of Konoha, but on occasion, he would hear the other Kage praise the technique of employing ink creatures. Sai needn’t be a full-time artist… right?
            “I know so,” Ino confirmed with a wink and a playful tap on the tip of Naruto’s nose. “So what time would you like to come over and see what we’re working on?”
            Naruto’s face pulled down in an uncertain grimace. It felt like a trap. He was Hokage and on a whole other level from his peers, but that didn’t mean he was immune to the instinctual fright instilled in a man when a woman raged at him. He’d be cornered in Ino’s house, abiding by her every whim, and if he said anything contrary to her dealings, he’d get more than an earful and a weeklong headache.
            “I-I guess Hinata and I could come over at the end of next week,” he suggested nervously. Hinata was his buffer. She was a skilled kunoichi, and since becoming a mother, she’d become credibly assertive. If someone messed with her family, she’d head the counterassault. In matters like this, she was his secret weapon.
            Ino’s face showed displeasure at the suggestion. She reared up tall – seeming even taller when she scornfully looked down at him, sitting in his swivel chair, propelled backwards in time to when Iruka-sensei would loom over him to ensure he was not cheating during a test. “Oh? This is an invite for the Hokage.” She folded up her arms, which was flattering to her bust. “You can’t have your wife there to make all your decisions for you.”
            Naruto bit his tongue, or else he’d blurt out the irony of her saying that when trying to force her husband’s art into the public eye.
            “Hey, Naruto,” came the unenthused voice of Naruto’s top advisor when the office door opened, “you’ve got some merchants from Iwagakure here, trying to sell things downstairs. I let them know that the Tsuchikage’s making things difficult, so…”
            “Alright, Naruto♥ It’s a date! The end of next week!” Ino was bubbly and acting like she wasn’t just glaring down the Hokage seconds ago, winking as she dragged her husband around by his wrist. “I just know you’ll appreciate the artwork!” For all her joy, she shoved Shikamaru in the sternum with her elbow – “Move it!” – before giving a final wave, shoving Sai out of frame before vanishing herself.
            “Tch! Still such a troublesome woman,” griped Shikamaru, staring at the empty doorway. He turned to the Seventh and saw him aghast with apprehension. From a guess, Shikamaru could say that Ino had bullied him somehow. Bullied him into what, he couldn’t know outside context. “What did she want?”
            Naruto collected himself, cupping his chin in his hand and mulling the situation over. His blue eyes ticked up after a moment. “An art show.”
            “An art show?” repeated Shikamaru with some incredulity. “Not her own, right? Jeez. She’s not bad, but she’s pretty vain.” He remembered when Ino and Sai had barely been introduced; she’d taken an interest in sketching and painting, if only to find a way to connect with the pretty boy. Problem was she hadn’t the heart for it, all superficial… and egotistical. She made each of her works of herself, and forced Shikamaru and Choji to give feedback so that she could figure out a plan of small talk. But after hooking Sai, the passion ebbed fast, and she was back to her normal self and hobbies.
            “I think it’s all Sai’s work,” Naruto said. “I don’t really know if I should go, though.”
            Shikamaru folded his arms, again giving a noise of annoyance. “I’d say you have no choice. I warned you about taking a personal meeting with her. Now you’re stuck. You can’t just ignore her anymore.”
            Naruto sulked. Absently, he reached for his ramen cup, tested its weight, and set it back down with a sigh. Empty…
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            “Ino-san wants you to look at Sai-kun’s paintings?” Hinata looked back from the dishes in the sink. Her husband was home and moping, relaying to her what he’d been upset about. It really shouldn’t be that big of an issue, but it called for objective judgment, and Naruto never thought he was good at that. He took things at face value and judged their worth by feeling. If it were up to those superficial feelings, he would happily sponsor Sai’s exhibit! But this was at a cost to the Village, as well as Sai’s pride and Ino’s. What if it was a flop? Sai might not mind, but Ino would rampage. “Why didn’t any of you show up?!” he could imagine her throwing a tantrum throughout the streets.
            “I don’t think it’d be so bad.” His wife turned away from washing, smiling gently at him. She folded her hands and tilted her head charmingly. “It’s good to share an interest in the Villagers’ passions. I know you’ll make the right choice.”
            Naruto scratched his cheek, chuckling bashfully. “Thanks, Hinata.” He liked when she encouraged him. It took him out of the pit.
            Even better was the follow-up blowjob. The kids were in bed, and her man needed to relax. She was normally more traditional, but for the circumstances… She pattered over, blushing furiously, and said, “If-If you’d like, I can – gulp! – help you relax.” It was so abrupt that Naruto didn’t know what she meant until she was on her knees and between his. “Really?!” he shouted out jubilantly only for her to hold a finger to her lips, motioning to the upstairs where their kids were snoring. Naruto nodded, but couldn’t stop smiling. He helped his wife usher down his pants, his cock quickly hardening to an imposing tool, and shoved it into her mouth.
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            Naruto had to enjoy it while he could. Hinata worked fervently on his shaft, drooling and slurping on it, acting more like a wanton whore than an heiress of a noble family. He begged her to use her tits, but she was too concerned that it’d be too much of a cover-up should one of their kids wander out of bed. All good; Naruto’s balls wound up, he grabbed the edge of his wooden seat, and muted his howls of pleasure best as he could as he jettisoned in her mouth. Hinata froze up, her cheeks inflating at she valiantly hoped to prevent a mess in her freshly-mopped kitchen. The tang stung her tastebuds, her screwed eyes watering at the sides. His volume was always so full, it wasn’t any wonder that the two times she’d let him cum inside her, she wound up pregnant. But his vitality came at a cost; a pungent batter that she couldn’t stomach, though her tastes were always more on the refined side.
            Naruto was stiff and raring to go for Round Two – which promised to be more intense – but he couldn’t help feeling somewhat disheartened when Hinata dashed to the sink and hurled his spunk down the drain. He tried not to take her sputtering personally – He also refrained from kissing her in places where his cum had landed – but he couldn’t help thinking if, once in a while, she could just gulp it down with a smile.
            “I-I think Boruto or Himawari will hear us,” Hinata had protested warily when Naruto tried to wrest her shorts of in expectancy. He, of course, pleaded and made the argument that she could use her Byakugan to keep surveillance, but she then expressed how uncomfortable that made her; him staring into her x-ray eyes while driving his hips into hers. With resignation, he accepted her dismissal and insisted, at least, on an early bedtime, just to forget the throbbing of his dick.       Unfortunately, that unsettled feeling lasted well through the night and into the morning. By the time he was up, so were the kids, already making demands of Hinata of today’s schedules. Boruto wanted to leave the house as soon as possible – the grudge against his father yet unresolved – and Himawari was deadest on going to the market to shop. Asking for just a quick release was out of the question; Naruto knew that when he looked imploringly at her, and she faced him right back with her own look. Her hands were tied.
            “Right,” he sighed, and thought of how long it had been since he handled this issue by himself.
            No time for it. The office and Shikamaru were waiting.
            And the week went by in very much that fashion. Naruto tried not to bother Hinata much after that. The issue of his impervious arousal was discussed briefly in bed, but when Hinata sought to coddle it with her hand, he rejected it. “It’s fine. Let’s just go to sleep.” It wasn’t fine. It was brewing to that point when he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself when they started. He wanted Hinata to save all her energy for when they had that rare chance alone; when he had time to undress her, suck on her breasts and do things to them that embarrassed her, feel her pussy with his fingers and test her tightness with them before using his mouth and finally wedging himself up into her.
            That was a plan that needed a schedule. And when you had Shikamaru keeping your business schedule, the idea of a schedule killed the mood. What happened to the passion of just rutting when the mood suited them? When they had started to live together, before the kids, Hinata was a very rowdy and willing participant. Maybe a bit conservative, but for her demeanor, she proved a thrilling participant.
            “You alright? You look distracted.” Shikamaru’s face turned. “More than usual.”
            “It’s nothing,” said Naruto with a poor laugh to seem convincing. He put both his hands out in front of him, to keep from leaning his cheek onto his fist as he daydreamed about times when Hinata bowed forward for him, involuntarily wagging her butt and pleading that he not tease her. His fingers twitched to go to his crotch and adjust himself. Dammit, couldn’t Shikamaru hurry through the itinerary? It wasn’t like they were being visited by the Raikage or – much worse – the Tsuchikage.
            Shikamaru’s list was long regardless. He relied on Shizune’s suggestions for what a Hokage should do on slower days, and that meant idle problems were now his. Merchants again. She might not have been there herself, but since the peace between the Nations had laxed their borders, Kurotsuchi had made it permissible for her people to wander to other villages and sell their wares. What she did not do – and she always acted the innocent in these scenarios – was neglect to inform the other Nations how many were to arrive, who they were, and if they had any ninja training.
            “What a troublesome woman,” groaned Naruto, palming his face.
            Shikamaru cracked a smirk in spite of himself, rolling up the scroll he had read from. “She is. Should I send a complaint?”
            “No.” Naruto moaned and checked his table for any ramen cups. Like an addict, his search became frantic when he only found empty cups and drawers. With a wail of frustration, he clutched his head. “Ramen! Ramen! There’s no more ramen, tebayo!”
            “That’s what happens when you have four a day.” Shikamaru stashed the scroll in his back pocket, knowing that work would be a lost cause unless Naruto had his stash replenished. “But before I get you some, what did you want to do about the Tsuchikage?”
            Naruto’s mouth pulled at one side, making an uncomfortable grimace. “She doesn’t respond well with letters. It’s better to make a meeting with her.” He didn’t sound excited from saying that, and Shikamaru was not happy to hear it. But he had a point; letters that were not ignored by her were responded to aggressively. She certainly inherited her grandfather’s abrasive authority, that was for sure.
            “I’ll start with the documents,” said Shikamaru, turning to the door. “In the meantime, I left the current complaints of shop owners about the merchants selling in their vicinity.”
            Iwagakure, so difficult to manage. They were no less bitter after the war that they hadn’t a Jinchuriki of their own anymore. “To keep the balance of peace,” she would say in meetings when the issue of Jinchuriki was brought up. The Mizukage stayed bashfully silent.
            “Naruto~♪”
            Naruto’s head shot up and Shikamaru barely had time to move out of the way when Ino burst into the office, cheery-faced this morning and balancing a steaming bowl in her opposite hand. Naruto’s breath caught in his throat, his nose deciphering the scent immediately. Was it…?!
            “I thought I’d come by and see how you were feeling about our appointment at the end of the week,” she said under the act of a pleasant woman. “I was passing by Ichiraku and thought I’d bring you a bowl!”
            “Waha!!” Naruto’s eyes sparkled, his mouth stretching in the happiest smile he’d made in a long time. “Ino! Amazing, tebayo!”
            Shikamaru was less impressed, scowling at his teammate. “Ino, you know you can just burst in here unannounced. The Hokage’s office has special rules…”
            “Can it!” she shot back at him with a face of anger before turning sweet when she was facing the Hokage again, fawning with her hands clasped. “This is a simple business transaction, right, Naruto? You need to be well-fed to make a decision for the showing, right?”
            Naruto’s application of grace was still lacking when it came to a growling stomach and a bowl of Ichiraku set right in front of him. He glanced up at her with his mouth full of noodles and egg. He knew how bribery worked, having done it enough to Ero-Sennin.
            Rather than cut the meal, he slurped loudly, chewed, and gulped; Ino struggled to remain poised at such indecency. “I can’t make the decision yet,” he told her, reminding her that he had to see what she wanted to showcase. “But thank you for the ramen! Hee-hee!” He grabbed another throng of noodles. “It was just what I needed!”
            “Of course,” she replied. “I just look forward to you coming over. See you then.” She twiddled her fingers in a wave and moved with such flowing elegance that Naruto paused – mouth open around the waiting chopsticks – to observe the swish of her long, platinum blonde hair, the movement of her arms… the roll of her hips and backside.
            She pivoted without warning, like she could feel the weight of his gaze landing on her posterior, and he immediately started eating some more. He’d broken out in a sudden cold sweat, afraid he’d been caught. But that must not have been true, because she was smiling – smirking more than smiling, but he couldn’t differentiate – and gave a final wave, absolutely ignoring Shikamaru, which got on his nerves.
            “You’d think we never were Team Ten.” He looked back at the desk and saw Naruto hurrying with the meal. Well, that was one troublesome task that he could postpone. “Get started on those complaints, and we can send some Chunin and Genin to take care of it. It’ll be good for them to handle pacifying conflict resolution.”
            “Mhm!” Naruto waved his hand as he tucked over the bowl.
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