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Assistant: Title: The Hokage's Valentines
        Author: EvilFuzzy9 EvilFuzzy9 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Despite Valentine’s Day fast approaching, Naruto still hasn’t decided on a gift for Hinata. But Hinata already has the perfect gift in mind for her beloved… [NaruHina, Harem]
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              Despite Valentine’s Day fast approaching, Naruto still hasn’t decided on a gift for Hinata. But Hinata already has the perfect gift in mind for her beloved… [NaruHina, Harem]
            
        

        
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          Valentine’s Day was approaching in the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Romance was in the air, and lovers young and old were preparing to exchange sweet gifts and sweeter nothings. Not even the Lord Seventh Hokage was immune to the saccharine mood reigning over his village, and he was wistful as he sat behind his desk and worked.Well… worked was a strong word.Naruto stared at the screen of his computer, where the headings of dozens of unread emails cluttered his inbox. His hand swept the mouse idly back-and-forth, clicking and dragging, and clicking and dragging, while his mind drifted far from matters of state. He was looking forward to Valentine’s Day as a happily married man. Very happily, and… very married.There had been a time when Naruto Uzumaki was the most eligible bachelor in Konoha. It had not been a long span compared to the popularity enjoyed by some of his peers. Satsuki still had numerous fangirls to this day! It did amuse Naruto sometimes that his former rival attracted so much attention of the sapphic variety when she was almost entirely straight, but he supposed it was on this almost which most of their hopes hinged. Naruto’s own popularity had lasted for a relatively short time, spanning from when he first became the hero of the village to a little while after he finally got married.Of course, there were still girls who hoped to snag him from his wife. Wannabe home wreckers, immature seductresses, younger women who had fanciful and unrealistic visions of a whirlwind romance with the Lord Hokage. Naruto had turned them all down, obviously! Not that he didn’t appreciate the attention, nor that he wouldn’t have accepted their advances under other circ@mstances. He was plenty tempted. But he was a better man than that. Naruto was faithful to his wife, and he would never dream of cheating on her.
  Hinata… 
Naruto smiled, picturing the mother of his children. She was a sweetheart, and a beauty to boot! Hinata had not been his first choice, but his tastes in boyhood were shortsighted. Hinata might not have been as adventurous, forward, or aggressive as the girls he had pined after in youth, but she was firm, diligent, gentle, and loving. There were plenty of chicks he would have liked to bang during that brief popular phase before he got tied down, but it was hard to imagine any of them who could have been a better wife than Hinata.It helped that she had some the biggest t@ts around (besides a few old hags like Tsunade and Mei Terumi). And Hinata was a taijutsu specialist, so she kept in excellent shape. She was flexible, with a strong core that could grip him and pull him in and hold him fast while they embraced, and the only places she gained fat were on her bosom and her @ss. She might not get up to anything crazy in bed, but the stuff she did to him, she did sublimely.He looked forward to another wonderful Valentine’s Day. A nice romantic dinner, then a wild night in the sack. That would be nice. He could use a stronger word, but this one felt right.
  It would be nice.
Idly, staring at his computer screen and wishing the unfinished work would just disappear, Naruto wondered what Hinata had planned for Valentine’s Day. But he knew better than to ask her.His wife liked to surprise him.Valentine’s Day was approaching, and Hinata Uzumaki wanted to make the upcoming holiday a night to remember. It would be her and Naruto’s first Valentine’s Day since he became Hokage, the first since he was put out of the reach of most of the common trollops who had tried and failed to seduce him in the past. It would be a special day, and Hinata had something special in mind to celebrate it.Naruto was a good man. In her humble opinion, he was the best man alive. A more commonplace kind of woman would be content to rest on her laurels after snagging such a splendid husband, but Hinata subscribed to older traditions of thought. She would not go so far as to call herself her husband’s servant! They were partners in their marriage, and each they contributed to this union according to their nature and ability as a man and a woman.But…Hinata did not reflexively rebel against the @ssumptions that had informed her upbringing. She did not reject those older traditions, and if she thought they still had a place and a purpose, she would support them quietly, but firmly. Hinata was not outspoken, and she did not go around trying to sway people to her way of thinking. But she would not be swayed out of these beliefs, and for this Valentine’s Day, she planned to act on them.That was why she sat now at the tea shop with Satsuki Uchiha, her husband’s former teammate, former rival, and former lover. Neither of the pair would say it openly, partly out of pride and partly for propriety. Since Naruto was married, and since neither of them wanted to admit that there had ever been anything else to those heated glares and those long, drawn-out sparring sessions, they kept the matter private. But it was an open secret. Everyone knew what they used to get up to.Satsuki was a beautiful woman, if in a different way from Hinata. The Lord Hokage’s wife was demure and soft, a creature of pillows and silk, while Satsuki was more wiry, lithe, and deadly. She did not lack for curves, and her bosom was respectable, and she had an especially fine, plump and perky @ss to complement her wide, wide, wide childbearing hips. Those hips were what Hinata appreciated most about the woman, a quality most highly prized by the traditional mindset that had permeated her upbringing. But Satsuki had a certain angularity, a subtle hardness and coldness and handsomeness about her. She was too womanly of figure to be called androgynous, but it was easy to see why so many of their female peers had been for so long—and so badly—smitten with Satsuki Uchiha.She was, in every way, understandable. Almost any woman would be willing to make an exception for her, if only out of a hope that she would get to share. But Satsuki was aloof, and she cared little for her many admirers. They were a nuisance. They got in the way of what she truly wanted. They were too blind to see what she saw.But Hinata was not blind, and she saw just as well.“Do you have any plans?” Hinata broke the tranquil silence, setting down her half empty cup of tea.Satsuki glanced warily at Hinata. Onyx eyes flickered crimson, a momentary tension, momentary suspicion. Only grudgingly did she relax, a split second later, taking another sip and draining her own cup to the dregs.“For Valentine’s Day? Not really, no.”“Really? That’s a shame. I would’ve thought you would want to enjoy a romantic night with the man you love.”Satsuki pursed her lips.“Of course I would…” she muttered. “But you know full well that isn’t an option for me.”
  ‘Not while you’re his wife.’
This went unspoken, but Hinata could read between the lines. She smiled.“What if I said it is an option? What would your plans be then?”Another flicker of suspicion. Curiosity.“Hmph. Like you said… to spend the night with the man I love.”Pearly eyes twinkled. Full lips quirked further upward.“How romantic,” said Hinata. “I didn’t expect such a sweet response. I thought you would say something more lurid.”Satsuki sniffed, her cheeks growing faintly pink around the edges.“What kind of woman do you take me for?”“The kind who knows what she wants.”Satsuki had no retort. She surveyed Hinata closely, searching those uncanny, oracular eyes.“And what do you think I want?”In those eyes danced a pale flame. Hinata smiled a little wider.“I wonder?” Hinata said, a teasing look in her eye. “I can think of a few things. You certainly aren’t subtle about it!”Satsuki’s face now properly reddened. Her previously imp@ssive onyx eyes betrayed her agitation with the flash of sharingan scarlet. Fingers gripped her teacup until a hairline crack split its rim.“Nothing is subtle to those eyes of yours…” Satsuki muttered. “I know better than to think I can keep a secret from them. I know how much I can glean from the minutest glance with my own eyes. And I know the byakugan’s powers of insight surp@ss even the sharingan. I’m sure I must be like an open book to you.”“You really are.”Satsuki gulped.“Then… you know. What I want more than anything. What I would give the world to have.”“I know,” said Hinata. “I know that you want…”“Yes, of course,” whispered Satsuki. “You know that I want…”“…to be Naruto’s concubine.”“…to be Naruto’s broodmare.”They concluded their sentences simultaneously. Hinata with grace, Satsuki with embarr@ssment. Then, they both blinked. Satsuki blushed even redder. Hinata’s smile widened.“Oh, my~” Hinata giggled. “Perhaps I misjudged you after all. I thought you would at least aspire to be his favorite mistress. But then again… you always were straight to the point.”“I…” Satsuki fidgeted. “I didn’t think it sounded that perverted in my head. I-It’s not a s@x thing! Not… entirely.”“Of course,” said Hinata, her eyes twinkling. “It is purely pragmatic, I’m sure. You want to revive your clan, and a man like Naruto would be the perfect specimen to conceive a new generation of Uchiha. Honestly, I must admire your ambition! Only you would be brave enough to say that to my face.”Satsuki’s blush did not diminish. She cleared her throat.“Right… but what’s that you were saying about being his concubine? Did you think I want…?”“It would be the most appropriate way to pursue your goal, would it not? Such arrangements are rare among ninja clans in this era, but not so long ago, it was commonplace. It is still an accepted practice among the oldest and most powerful families.”“Being a concubine is… a fair bit more public though, isn’t it?” said Satsuki. “The sort of thing I was thinking… that sort of relationship could be kept entirely behind closed doors. Private. Secret. But a concubine…”“Well, yes,” said Hinata. “Concubinage is very much a public position. You would need not be front and center, but his claim on you would be no secret. You would dwell in his household, and you would be known as his woman. Perhaps, in that regard, it is more embarr@ssing than merely being his broodmare or a secret mistress. But it is also more respectable. More powerful. You could, if you wished, even aspire to become his favorite and replace his wife.”“I don’t want to be his wife,” Satsuki said frankly. “Maybe I could accept being a concubine. With that, I could still be what I truly want… but as his wife, my children would be his children. The Uchiha bloodline would live on, but the Uchiha name would die. As a broodmare, or a concubine, I could still keep my name. My family could continue independent of his. But as his wife, my family would be his family. The Uchiha clan would be absorbed, and our name would end.”“You still take pride in that name?”“No. But I still hope to make it something my children can take pride in. I love Naruto, but… I want to remain Uchiha. Even if to be Uchiha means henceforth to be merely an Uzumaki’s retainer, that seems better to me than to be Uchiha no more.”“I can’t say, I understand. But then again, I have my sister and a very large family to carry on the Hyuuga’s name. For you, the entire burden of your clan’s posterity is on your shoulders. No doubt that changes your perspective.”Satsuki went quiet for a moment. She smiled ruefully.“This conversation has gotten a bit somber for my taste,” she remarked, setting down her cracked teacup. “It’s almost worse for you to be so understanding. I think I’d prefer if you were just teasing me for wanting to be his broodmare.”“I would never tease you for that!” Hinata said seriously. “It is the most sensible desire for any woman to have. Indeed, I would insist on it. A man like Naruto deserves to leave his mark on history. To leave his mark on the women around him. He is such a faithful husband. Honestly, I would say he is devoted to a fault. For a while now, I’ve been hoping he would take the initiative and snag himself a mistress or two at least. I’m astonished he isn’t already in a secret relationship with you.”“I respect your marriage,” said Satsuki. “No matter my feelings for Naruto, I am no homewrecker.”“You would not be wrecking our home!” Hinata laughed. “You would be adding to it. Naruto is a darling, but he’s too modest. A man of his renown should at least have a few concubines to guarantee suitable heirs. And a man with his stamina, well… I am confident in my abilities, but I can only last so long. The help would be greatly appreciated. I feel bad whenever I collapse, exhausted, and Naruto is still raring to go.”Satsuki frowned, looking at Hinata thoughtfully.“…Does this topic have anything to do with why you were asking whether I had plans for Valentine’s Day?”“You’re a smart girl,” said Hinata. “You don’t need me to spell it out.”“No, I suppose I don’t.” Satsuki considered the Hokage's wife. “You couldn’t hand me a more obvious invitation without writing it in bold print.”Hinata winked.“I take it you’re free, then?”“At least until you lock me in the bedroom,” Satsuki said, only partially joking. “There won’t be chains involved, will there?”“Only if you want them involved~” Hinata teased.Satsuki cleared her throat.“Well… if he decided to put a collar around my neck or truss me up like livestock, I wouldn’t object…”“Mm. Naruto is too sweet to do anything so demeaning. Not unless you get on your knees and beg for it.”A shiver raced down Satsuki’s spine. Despite herself, she smiled.“That does sound tempting…” Satsuki murmured. She then cleared her throat. “But you wouldn’t mind, would you? Things will get kinky fast if you let me indulge myself.”“If I weren’t looking to make things kinky, I wouldn’t invite you in the first place.”“Fair enough!” Satsuki relaxed. “A threesome is already getting out there. Why not experiment a little more? Maybe I can find a suitable outfit…”Something malicious was brewing behind those eyes, and Hinata liked what she could see bubbling up from the depths of the Uchiha’s long simmered yearnings. Beatifically she smiled, no hint of wickedness to taint her purity, yet her eyes were silver mirrors reflecting Satsuki. Fingers knitted together, hands clasping before Hinata’s ample bosom, and she leaned toward Satsuki. The façade of innocence fell away, and corruption deeper than the Uchiha’s worst peered through her winking byakugan and her slyly smirking lips.“A threesome? Oh, no…” Hinata said serenely. “I’m not nearly that complacent. Naruto deserves the best, and I won’t settle for half measures.”Satsuki blinked. For some reason, her mind flashed back to the Forest of Death. It felt like she was in danger, yet there was no urge to flee. Quicker beat her heart. A bead of sweat. Tingling, aching. Wanting. Whatever predator now stalked her, Satsuki welcomed it with open arms. Hinata was a dangerous woman, and Satsuki wanted to see how much more dangerous she could get.Gulping, Satsuki realized just how close Hinata’s lips were to her own. So close, yet so far.She wanted them to come even closer…“How many?”It was a good question to ask, but Satsuki didn’t really care about the answer. All she could think about were Hinata’s pearly eyes, Hinata’s softly flushing cheeks, Hinata’s moistly glistening lips. Satsuki wondered how many times those lips had tasted Naruto, how much of Naruto’s body had been explored—adored—by these seductive lips. She wondered if she would taste him on them. She imagined that mouth, those lips, the tongue lurking coyly somewhere within, all working together on Naruto’s c@ck. Pleasuring him. Revering him. Claiming him for her own.What a greedy woman Hinata was to take a man so fine and keep him all to herself! But now she offered to make amends. She repented of her avarice and presented Satsuki with the only charity the Uchiha’s pride could not force her to refuse. This was her chance to share in that wealth, that treasure most coveted and most desired.Satsuki’s heart raced faster. Her lips felt dry. Infinitesimally closer drew Hinata, those glimmering pale eyes holding Satsuki spellbound.Hinata lowly purred, so close that Satsuki felt it before she heard it.“How many do you think he deserves?”It tasted sweet. Hinata’s lips traversed the final sliver of space dividing them, and dumbfounded, Satsuki could but greet the Hokage’s wife and welcome her inside. Wet, warm, slippery, sinuous. Skillful, bold, surprisingly @ssertive. At this moment, Hinata was no passive wallflower nor demure, submissive housewife. Here and now, she afforded Satsuki a glimpse of the woman who could satisfy the Seventh Lord Hokage.  Transfixed by those lips, powerless to resist and unwilling to even consider flight, Satsuki groaned. Around them, the world was a rosy haze, sparkling and ephemeral. She had slipped into an illusion, Hinata weaving a genjutsu behind which to carry out her seduction. Satsuki could see through it if she tried, and she was sure that any competent jounin could dispel it. They had no more privacy than a young couple ducking behind the bushes, too enthusiastic to keep their voices low.They were still sitting at the tea shop. Anyone could come in and see the two of them. Satsuki wondered how far Hinata would push things under the cover of this genjutsu.She felt the Byakugan Princess’s hands glide down her kimono. Reaching for her obi.Satsuki smiled.This was the woman Naruto loved, huh?Yeah…She was starting to see the appeal.Closing her eyes, Satsuki answered.“As many as he can handle.”“Mm.” Hinata smacked her lips, a gossamer bridge spanning her and Satsuki’s l@st@ng breaths. “In other words…❤”Satsuki smiled. She did not feel nearly as guilty as she should have. If anything, she felt only…“Did you have any others in mind?”Hinata licked her lips, savoring the taste. Her eyes smoldered with a silver flame.“Well, now that you ask…”She winked, and Satsuki understood.Hinata was already two steps ahead of her.Temari was relieved once she could finally slip off those sweaty clothes. It had been a while since she had worked herself that hard, and she still felt pleasantly sore from her and Tenten’s spar. Both of them preferred to fight at long range, but while Temari’s old genin teammates, her brothers, were similarly mid-to-long range specialists, Tenten had trained for years alongside two very taijutsu focused teammates. The brunette was hardly a martial arts, master, but in a hand-to-hand fight, she was plenty good enough to make Temari sweat.But the time for sweating was over.Well… not really, Temari supposed. After all, the onsen wasn’t exactly cool. But here in the hot springs, there would be nothing to trap her sweat against her skin. Here, the sweat was a purifying thing, and she did not mind baring her skin to be cooled by the gentle forest breezes that wafted through Konoha. Here the wind was a gentle thing, even soothing, and rarely showed the biting malice it possessed in sandy Suna.Temari stretched her arms above her head, arching her back as she leaned against the edge of the hot spring. She saw Tenten approaching from the corner of her eye. It was still early in the day, and presently they had the hot springs almost entirely to themselves. There were only a couple of pruny old women soaking at the far end, and they were engrossed in their own conversation.Temari idly appreciated the view Tenten gave her. While the weapon mistress was not especially buxom, nor remarkably curvaceous elsewhere, her relatively slim build betrayed a firm tone. Her muscles were not overtly defined, but she had trained with countless forms of weapons, and her physique and her stride reflected this practice. Her limbs possessed a gracile muscularity, a lithe and subtle strength, and the towel lightly wrapped about her body did little to obscure how nice a body Tenten had.Not that Temari necessarily swung that way, but she could still appreciate a good-looking woman. And while Tenten was certainly plain compared to many of her peers, that hardly meant she had no s@x appeal. Tenten was no showoff, but the subtle swaying of her hips was enough to entice an onlooker. It certainly enticed Temari.Well…It would if she were in the mood. But she was not. Not today.Not after…Temari’s thoughts turned inward, and a faintest glower crept onto her face. She lost focus on Tenten, and she did not notice when the brunette sank into the water beside her. Not until she felt suddenly a sharp pinch upon her backside, an iron-calloused hand firmly grabbing hold of a full and doughy bottom.“Why so moody? Are you tired from carrying around all this cake?”Tenten’s voice was playful, her breath warm against Temari’s ear. warm like the desert air, but not dry. The moistness of her clinging exhalation felt obscene, more lavish even than these bounteous hot springs. And the brunette was hardly oblivious to how Temari felt at her whisper, judging by how close she leaned, squeezing those pert and modest br@@sts unto Temari’s side.She stroked Temari‘s bottom, not at all shy about this public show of affection. It was platonic, of course. There was no element of romance in their friendly rivalry. If things occasionally got a little hot and heavy between them, well…It was nothing more than stress relief. Still, Tenten was being especially handsy today. She worked the plush and unresisting flesh of Temari’s pampered posterior, the long-range ninjutsu specialist naturally softer, fleshier, and significantly more filled out than the lithe, toned weapon mistress.“I’m not moody,” said Temari. But she knew it was a lie. She could not quite hide the frown twitching at her lips. Despite the sensations of Tenten‘s body pressing against her, Temari’s mind was plainly elsewhere.“Does it have anything to do with that scroll you received yesterday? Boyfriend break up with you? And right before Valentine’s Day, too. If that’s the case, it’s no wonder you’re in such a…” Tenten paused significantly. “…mood.”Temari smacked the brunette’s ass, the cloudy water of the hot spring hiding this motion but not its effects. Tenten yelped, then laughed, grinning at Temari.“It doesn’t have anything to do with a breakup, the blonde said. It’s been a while since I was dating anyone seriously.”“Really? What about Shikamaru? I thought you two had been going steady for a while.”“That… is complicated,” Temari said with a sigh. “He was reluctant about committing, and… you know how it is, right? These days, a lot of guys have no ambition. Shikamaru was impossible to motivate. And I’d never want to settle for a guy so dead set on a life of mediocrity.”“So you want someone more upwardly mobile? I see, I see. I should’ve known you were a gold digger!”Tenten smirked at Temari, fully aware of how her words were getting under her friend’s skin. Temari crossed her arms under her br@@sts, unconsciously lifting them partially above the water’s surface. Tenten spared a moment to appreciate the view.“What about you?” muttered the blonde. “You’re still single, aren’t you?”“Ehhh… All the best guys get snatched up too quickly.” Tenten shrugged. “Sure, I’ve got options, but… the ones I’d really like are way out of my league. And I wouldn’t wanna try fighting any of the chicks who already have their claws in ‘em…”“And you wouldn’t want to break up happy relationships, right?”Tenten cleared her throat.“O-Of course. I definitely wouldn’t do anything like that… only if I were sure the guy was unhappy with her.”“That isn’t much better,” said Temari. “Are you really saying you would be willing to seduce a married man?”“We’re kunoichi,” Tenten deadpanned. “I might not go in much for that side of things, but it’s kind of in the job description. We can’t really say we’d never do something like that.”Temari frowned. She looked vexed.“…that is part of being a kunoichi, yes.”Tenten blinked. She took a closer look at Temari, leaning in until the tips of their noses were touching. A blush engulfed Temari’s cheeks, and she tried to pull away. But Tenten followed, watching her inquisitively.“So that’s it, huh?” Tenten whispered. “D@mn. Who’s the lucky guy? Well… or unlucky, I guess. But any guy should feel lucky to spend a night with you! Even if it does potentially end… fatally.”“I-It’s not like that!” Temari spluttered. “And even if it were, that isn’t something I would be at liberty to discuss…”Tenten clicked her tongue.“So it’s someone from Konoha, then.”“N-N-Noooo…” Temari tried to say, but she was too fl@stered to keep her face straight. “It’s… look.” She lowered her voice, leaning in closer to Tenten. Her lips brushed the weapon mistress’s ear. “I don’t want to take the mission… and anyway, you know how Gaara is toward Naruto. He would never order me to—"Temari stopped, realizing what she had just given away. Tenten looked at her slyly, grinning from ear to ear.“D@mn, you really are a gold-digger!” Tenten teased. “But, huh… Naruto, eh? I can’t say I don’t see the appeal. I doubt he’s unhappy being married to someone with a rack like Hinata’s, though. Not unless he’s into some more adventurous stuff than she’s willing to try. She does seem a bit…”“I don’t… It wasn’t my idea,” Temari mumbled, sinking into the water until her sentence trailed off in bubbles. She brooded down there a moment before grudgingly rising just enough to say: “I was simply ordered to seduce him and… gain leverage that can be used for Suna’s interests.”“Oh, dang. Blackmail, huh?”Temari was silent for an excruciating instant. She cleared her throat.“Think… a little more along the lines of a political m-marriage,” Temari murmured. “Again, Gaara really looks up to Naruto. I don’t think he’s got anything worked out officially… f@ck, I hope he hasn’t already gone through official channels with an offer…” She covered her face with her hands, mortified at the mere thought. “…no, I’m sure he hasn’t done that, or else he wouldn’t order me to seduce Naruto first. He probably wants to start with… getting us into a secret relationship… and then offering an official political marriage once it seems Naruto would be willing to accept.”“So, he wants to let you take the fall if Naruto isn’t interested?”Temari sighed.“Yes… that much is simply common sense. If I’m the one to try and start something, Gaara can put it all on me if things goes poorly. If he suggests it officially and Naruto takes offense, that could strain relations between our villages.”“No wonder you’ve been so moody,” concluded Tenten. “I’d be p@ss@d too.”“…I mean, I’m not…” Temari murmured. “The thing with Shikamaru was going nowhere fast, anyway. I wouldn’t say Naruto is my type, but I can’t honestly say he doesn’t have his appeal. Even if it went badly, it might make Shikamaru jealous and finally get the b@st@rd off his ass…”“And if it went well?”Temari chewed her lip. She then smiled.“…well, it would be hard to find a guy with more ambition than Naruto.”Tenten grinned. She then smacked Temari’s upper back, causing the blonde to start and nearly jump out of the water.“Alright. I’ll help!”“H-Help?” said Temari. “How?”Tenten winked.“I seduce Hinata, you seduce Naruto.”Tenten puffed out her chest, saying this. Temari stared at her. An excruciatingly long silence passed between the pair.“…But what’s your actual plan?”“What? Do you think I can’t do it?” Tenten looked at Temari slyly. “I’d think you would have more faith in my abilities after all the times I’ve shown what I can do…”“That’s different.” Temari cleared her throat.  “I am already… interested?” She cleared her throat again, coughing more loudly. “Well, I’m open to that kind of thing. Hinata, though… I don’t think she has interest in anyone but Naruto. Are you really sure you could… seduce her?”She said the last part incredulously, as if the very words themselves were unbelievable. Tenten’s smile did not waver, and the brunette simply sidled close, a rippling in the water telling how her lithe and nimble body swayed below its surface. She was very close. Uncomfortably, comfortably close.“She would be a challenge, I’m sure. I’ll admit it’s hard to picture her going for anyone with him. But… she’s still a human being, isn’t she? She’s still a woman. I wouldn’t call myself a lady killer, but… I was able to charm someone like you, wasn’t I?”The brunette drifted ever closer. Even once their skin was touching, bosom squeezing to Temari’s side, she managed somehow to creep still closer, closer. Below the water, her fingers were exploring, staking out familiar ground. Pressing, probing, teasing softly and slowly.Biting her lip, Temari tried in vain to hide her growing, deepening blush. She could not contain the shiver that rocketed up her spine. She could not resist subtly leaning into Tenten’s d@mnable digits. Warm and tingling, yearning for those hands, her body already believed.“Would Hinata forgive you for that?” Temari wondered, sighing the words as she strove to disguise the true intentions of her and Tenten’s inexorably closer bodies from the old ladies at the far end of the onsen. “She seems like such a prim and proper woman. I doubt she’d be willing to sweep it under the rug, even if you succeeded.”“Maybe not,” Tenten said unconcernedly. “But then again, I am one of her dear departed cousins only surviving teammates. And she is a sweet girl, isn’t she? If I said something like… ‘Oh, I’ve just been so lonely ever since Neji passed away. I can’t help myself. When I look at you…. It makes me think of him.’” A beat. “Something like that, right? I’m sure she’d fall for it hook, line, and sinker.”“You horrible woman…” Temari moaned as softly as she could bear. She would have almost laughed at how shamelessly Tenten said this if not for how intimately the weapons mistress currently demonstrated her peerless dexterity. Fingers danced between her thighs, traversing the moist expanse. Lusty breath her neck caressed, pleasure’s want the cruelest torment. Below the water, she burned with longing.“You know you love it,” Tenten said. “They always do.”“Cannibal,” Temari whispered. “You’re always gobbling up your own.”“It’s your fault for looking so… juicy~” Tenten teased. A full and hefty breast was by her grasping hand exquisitely deformed. All the softness of Temari’s curves was as clay for the sculptor’s hands, and Tenten was an artisan without compare. “But I wouldn’t mind sampling something else, you know. Maybe after you’ve had your own feast, you can let me have a taste. I’m fine settling for just drinking it from your lips if you don’t wanna share, though.”The last, vain pretense of chaste, respectful distance was devoured by those approaching lips. Tenten pressed to her and purred, sending forth a slavish tongue as consolation for her blushing victim. Temari could not tell if the old ladies saw them, and she hoped with all her might that they were sufficiently distracted. Hotter than the subterranean fire that warmed these soothing waters, she felt her bosom burning, her mind adrift in sultry haze. Stupefied by desire, she accepted Tenten’s tongue, softly panting and aquiver.Dimly, as if from underwater, she heard the distant chatter of those old bathing ladies. Softly, a splash. Splash. Climbing out of the water. Finished bathing, maybe, and getting up to leave. Temari hoped it was only that they were done here at the onsen. She hoped they did not see and know.But this was a ninja village. It would be vain to hope these old ladies were half blind, half deaf civilians. Likely as not they were kunoichi themselves, long retired maybe, but remembering the culture of their youth, the hidden rites and gentle touches of womanly camaraderie, and retaining still a measure of those sharpened senses, that awareness far too keen to be deceived by her and Tenten’s act.Hell, the old bags had probably overheard all their whispering too. Judging by the glimpses Temari got of the smiles on their faces, they had each acquired fodder enough for weeks of eager gossip. If they were anything like the old ladies back in Suna, then the only secrets they could keep would be their own.Tenten did not seem to mind the prospect of this gossip spreading. If anything, the knowing smiles on those old ladies’ faces only got her feeling more adventurous. A little deeper, a little wetter, she kissed and stroked Temari, giving more than ample reason for her boundless confidence.Faced with this irresistible assault, Temari could but surrender and hope for mercy from her ravisher. Compared to this sapphic exhibition, seducing the Hokage seemed almost trivial.At least with Naruto, it would be private.Naruto was already wishing he hadn’t agreed to a private meeting.“…so you see, Lord Hokage, it would clearly be in the interests of both our villages to cooperate on this matter, and…”Samui doubtlessly had a very good point somewhere in all her talk. She seemed like a smart woman, and she acted cool and levelheaded. But Naruto would be d@mned if he could follow a word that she was saying. It was almost impossible to follow. Not so much because she was boring to listen to—no, she was well-spoken and astonishingly charismatic, and Naruto could listen to her talk for hours. She was a most… fascinating orator, and she could effortlessly command the attention of any audience.But this had less to do with her eloquence, and more to do with her “personality”.Her t@ts were f@ck@ng massive. And she certainly wasn’t modest about them, either. Samui’s dress was dangerously low-cut, and she drew only closer to danger every time she leaned forward across the table to point at something on the map. They were seated in a private meeting room in the Hokage tower, windowless and secure with only one door in or out. Outside, this door was flanked by silent ANBU, impassive and expressionless. They listened from without, but they would not interrupt unless they believed the Hokage was in danger. And while Naruto certainly felt like he was in danger, it was a very different danger than his ANBU bodyguards cared about.Naruto stared at Samui’s cleavage. He did his best to politely obfuscate where he was looking, but… even with all the ninja arts he had mastered, the art of subtlety still eluded him. The Lord Seventh Hokage was an open book, and he d@mn well knew it. He could barely even focus on Samui’s face enough to read the blonde’s expression. She was inscrutable to him, and mostly because he just could not bring himself to look away from those t@ts. Perhaps this was why Samui had been chosen as Kumogakure’s ambassador to Konoha: they wanted the Hokage to just stare and nod along with whatever their diplomat said.Yet Samui was somehow the less distracting of the two diplomats with whom he had been convinced to meet.“I must say, this proposal seems terribly inconsiderate of our interests,” remarked Haku, the Hidden Mist’s representative.Compared to Samui in her low-cut dress, Haku was clothed downright prudishly, wearing a most traditional women’s kimono in the most conservative fashion. Yet this modest outfit was dazzling on the man—the man. Naruto had to keep reminding himself that Haku was a man. But it was easy to forget, easy to doubt and disbelieve the offhanded confession Haku had made to him when they were young. How could any man look so soft, and slim, and silky? Naruto had seen high class courtesans in the Daimyo’s palace who would look downright homely next to this guy.Samui raised an eyebrow, one hand still planted squarely on the map draped over the intervening table. If not for this impediment, that simply careless expanse of cleavage would have been right in Naruto’s face—and the Hokage would struggle to object if it were.“It is not Kumo’s obligation to make consideration of Kiri when discussing cooperation between ourselves and Konoha,” she replied. “If anything, it should be Kiri who defers in this affair. Only your most spurious claims would come into conflict with this proposal.”Haku smiled, a dagger-glint in his eye. Delicately, he raised a hand to cover his mouth.“Does Kumogakure claim such close ties with Konoha that they presume to insert their opinions on negotiations between the Hidden Leaf and Mist?” was his riposte. “But there has been much bad blood between the Leaf and Cloud, and little recompense it seems you have paid them.”“Reparations for past… disagreements… between our villages are not something to be discussed in front of a third party,” said Samui silkily, straightening up to plant a hand on her hip. “You are party to this negotiation only because the Hidden Mist has tangential stakes in the current topic of discussion. It is a courtesy, and nothing more.”“But has Kumo truly made any gesture toward reparations?” Haku wondered. “Or do you say this only to veil how unapologetically your village treats with its supposed allies? Has not your village historically wronged the Lord Hokage’s own ancestors and his beloved wife as well? Surely much repayment would be needed to cover up those sins.”Samui shot a look at Haku. Her eyes flitted down the crossdresser’s slender frame, before she crossed her arms under her chest, raising it still more prominently into view.“Repayment more than you can offer,” snipped the blonde’s reply. “I speak for my village when I say we respect the Lord Hokage greatly and regret the actions of our former leaders. But should Naruto insist on reparations for any of these past grievances, I will gladly hear him out.”She then gave Naruto a look, a single flaxen eyebrow raised. Fleetingly her lips upturned at how fixedly the Hokage stared, and she puffed her chest out further. “Ah,” said Naruto, face reddening when he realized that both Samui and Haku were now staring at him. With a great effort, he raised his eyes from Samui’s cleavage and cleared his throat, doing an admirable job of pretending he had been paying attention the whole time. “R-Right, of course. That’s perfectly reasonable.”Haku raised an eyebrow, looking from Naruto to Samui.“Indeed?” said the Hidden Mist’s ambassador. “Has the Lord Hokage been compensated to his satisfaction? Or does he feel the Hidden Cloud still owes him for their past transgressions? But Kiri has not wronged you so, and there is a clearer break between its leaders with whom your village warred and those who lead the village now. I would not serve the Hidden Mist if I believed it still the same village responsible for my own past persecution.”Naruto stared at Haku, so demure and beguilingly beautiful. He stared at Samui, so voluptuous and brazenly revealing.His eyes were still glued to Samui’s cleavage. The only thing that could tear them from this flagrant spectacle of flesh was the subtle shifting of Haku’s hips—so subtle, yet so inappropriate. No man should have hips like that. Naruto looked from one to the other, growing increasingly obviously sheepish.The Seventh Hokage cleared his throat.“…I’ll be honest: I wasn’t listening to one word of that.”Samui raised an eyebrow. A smile played across Haku’s supple lips. For a moment, Naruto was held hostage by their agonizing silence, and he fought with all his might not to squirm like an academy student who had been caught dozing off in class (an all too familiar experience). But at last, one of them spoke.It was Samui who broke the silence.“Fair enough. We were getting quite catty, weren’t we? Your time is too valuable to be wasted on petty diplomatic squabbles.”Naruto was relieved by Samui’s response—right up until the blonde curtsied. It was a polite gesture, in theory, but Samui somehow found a way to grant him an even more generous view down her blouse, and the shadow of a knowing smirk slyly curved her lips. She could tell exactly why he had been so distracted, and it clearly pleased her to be the cause of Naruto’s inattention.“True enough,” said Haku. “The Lord Hokage is above such trifling quarrels. These matters are… behind him. He looks only toward the future.”As with Samui, Haku’s words were fair enough on the surface, but his careful smile and emphasis lent another meaning to his remark. He was less flagrant than Samui, and he made no overt gestures to solicit Naruto’s eye, but nonetheless the Hokage found his gaze drifting toward Haku’s hips when the man spoke of things being behind. There was indeed a fair deal behind Haku, and if he were half as brazen as Samui in emphasizing those features, Naruto could not have controlled himself.This flattery was worse than indignation. Those pleasant smiles were more dangerous than naked blades. A diplomat’s weapon was their charm, and these two were masters of their respective “blades”.Naruto cleared his throat.“Yes, well,” he said. “If you agree it was nothing important…”Samui brushed her hair aside. She rose slowly back into an upright stance. Even this simple motion screamed of sly seduction. Naruto could barely fight the urge to stare.D@mn, why did she have to make everything look so sensual? Was it really just those massive t@ts? But no, Samui knew exactly what she was doing. Many kunoichi of their generation neglected this side of their training, but Samui was more traditional. Her s@x appeal was her strength, and she knew exactly how to use it.“At any rate,” Samui said. “It’s a matter we can save for later one-on-one discussion. It would be improper to make my proposition with a third party listening in.”Haku sweetly smiled. Naruto half expected him to make a sly remark about how such propositions would be improper regardless of who was listening. But he was more discreet than that, and he mirrored Samui’s gesture, delicately adjusting his long, sleek raven locks. It was a modest thing, yet to Naruto it felt like a flash bang.Again, unbidden, the Hokage’s eyes found their way to Haku’s delicately angled hips. In a certain way, these hips were even more dangerous than Samui’s t@ts. It felt easier to resist a woman, who would have to compete directly with his wife’s appeal. In terms of figure, Samui was Hinata’s equal, but Hinata had the edge in his affections. Haku, however, was a creature quite different from his wife, and the niche he offered to fill with those subtle glances felt like something less conflicting.Not that it would be any more appropriate to obey his lower half in respects to Haku, but there were much further extents to which their intimacy could go, as two men, before it would arouse suspicion. Before it would feel improper. Of course, Haku was such a slim and pretty man that many would likely enough to treat him as a woman for these purposes. Naruto’s loins certainly wanted to treat the man like a female and try to breed his perky ass.Naruto was still resistant, of course. He was a faithful husband. He loved his wife. But it was easier to imagine getting away with certain indiscretions with Haku than with a buxom, beautiful woman like Samui.“I would not dream to impose,” Haku remarked. “At least in that matter, I suppose, it is between Kumo and Konoha. Although I would certainly not object to helping the Lord Hokage negotiate his reparations.”Haku flicked his eyes down Samui’s body. He did it with the air of a courtesan appraising their rival, or maybe a court eunuch judging the emperor‘s newest concubine. That simple glance was so dangerous, and following Haku’s eyes and the suggestion of Haku’s words, Naruto briefly imagined Samui nude and prostrate, those brazen clothes removed and folded neatly on the floor beside her while she graveled in debased dogeza.Samui c@cked her hips. The gleaming of her eye told that she could guess what they imagined, and her cool unflinching smile showed that she was more than simply unfazed by the prospect. In her glancing riposte, Naruto saw her daring them.“If that were the Lord Hokage’s will, I would not be so obtuse as to complain,” Samui said too fairly, too agreeably. “Nor would I object to helping him fabricate justifications for further such demands.”Naruto opened his mouth, then closed it. Something passed between Haku and Samui’s eyes. A silent agreement. They looked at him in unison, and he realized they were now working together.If he let them continue this discussion, he would be up to his neck in it.…yet he could not bring himself to stop this. They were dangerous because they were so powerfully enticing. If they could not appeal to him, their cushy ambassadorial positions would have been given to another.‘Besides…’ he thought. ‘This is more interesting than sitting through another budget session.’ And so, against his better judgement, but very much in line with certain shorter-sighted interests, Naruto gestured for them to continue.“What would these reparations look like?”Samui looked at Naruto, considering. She glanced sidelong at Haku, conspiring. The Hidden Mist ambassador responded with a flawless smile to the blonde’s unspoken query, unimpeachably prim and proper. Samui let a briefest smirk serve as premonition.“Are you saying you want to see them?” Samui asked him probingly.“What’s Kumo offering?” Naruto replied, knowing what she meant, but wondering how far she dared to go. “I wanna see your proposal.”Haku sidled up to Samui. He framed her with his slender body, offering a contrast to accentuate those ample curves.“Go on,” said Haku. “Show the Lord Hokage what you have to offer. We shall see if you can outdo what the Hidden Mist could give him. We may not have us bad past with Konoha, but there have been one or two transgressions for which I would happily atone.”Samui c@cked an eyebrow at Haku‘s change of tone. But then she raised a hand to the neckline of her blouse. Naruto‘s eyes, so firmly fixed to this location, could tell at once what she intended. But he could not bring himself to offer an objection. He enjoyed the view too much to claim he did not want to see.Following the brazen tone she had set up to this point, Samui gave her blouse a firm, quick, fearless tug. She freed her t@ts from their confinement as quickly and efficiently as an assassin baring their blade, knowing that once her target saw, she would have to go for the kill. There was no fishnet maille in the way. No bra either to obstruct his view. Huge and creamy, pinkly flush, a wobbling expanse of flesh crowned by her engorging nubs. T@ts. T@ts. T@ts!“Well?” Asked Samui in a husky tone, unabashed at Haku‘s appraising glance beside her. “Do I have your interest yet, or will you request a little more?”She closed the distance, leaning across his desk. Her bosom, she pressed down in front of him, sweeping aside all less urgent business. This affair was of the highest priority, and it demanded his immediate attention.Naruto realized his mouth was open. He closed it. He gulped. He had not expected her to go so quickly for the jugular. Normally, such a forward move would be a self-defeating effort, but there was not one hint of desperation in this flagrant offer. Samui’s face was stoic, looking every bit as cool as he felt dizzyingly warm. She looked entirely unconcerned, like it did not matter who might see her in this position, like she would not be bothered by it one least bit if Naruto refused.But before Naruto could consider his response, and before he could collect himself from this enrapturing eyeful, Haku tittered and covered his mouth, smiling at Samui almost condescendingly.“Where do you get off acting so haughty with him? That is not the proper way to make an offer to Lord Hokage. You are far too presumptuous in your bearing… so shameless and unwomanly. Here,” Haku said. “Let me show you how to beg forgiveness properly.”Primly and demurely, Haku nudged Samui aside. She stood up straight, those hefty, provocative t@ts pulled disappointingly out of Naruto’s reach. He watched her step aside, still considering Samui’s offer. But from the corner of his eye, he saw Haku grab his kimono’s obi, and he turned his head to watch Haku turn his back. The man tied up his long black hair to expose a smooth nape, before beginning as slowly and elegantly as a geisha to disrobe.Naruto stared at that ivory back, so slim and smooth, and his eyes descended slowly, slowly to the curve of that perky, perfect ass. Still not turning to face the Lord Hokage, Haku folded his kimono. He laid it neatly on the floor, and atop it he placed his sandals, slipping them off his feet one by one. Nude at last he stood a moment longer, lingering with an almost bashful hesitation, despite a complete absence of nervousness from his posture. Then, in a single fluid motion, turning and swooping to the floor before Naruto could cast his eyes down his front, the Hidden Mist ambassador prostrated himself before the Lord Hokage. In nude dogeza, Haku groveled silently, letting this lowly pose alone say everything of his offer.Dumbstruck, Naruto gawked at Haku’s ass, at Haku’s slender back, at Haku’s carefully unguarded nape. It was the utmost posture of submission, the most degrading stance that one could take. It was even more flagrant than Samui popping out her t@ts. Yet there was a strange delicacy to it, a sense of perverse propriety lent to this proposition by that most old-fashioned pose.“Whoa,” said the Seventh Lord Hokage with all the eloquence he could muster. “D@mn.”He almost immediately regretted this response. Samui met Naruto’s eyes, and she saw the desire in them. She knew that if they gave him time to second-guess, he would backpedal. And Naruto could see the wheels turning behind Samui’s eyes; he knew when she had reached the logical conclusion. With a calm, unflappable smile, the Hidden Cloud ambassador followed Haku’s example. Just slowly enough to build suspense, now Samui too began to strip.She presented Naruto with her back, letting him contrast her figure with Haku’s. Like the Mist ambassador, she was quite fair-skinned, but a few more roses blossomed among these lilies, and her composure was betrayed by the flush of preparation. Naruto’s eyes followed the plummeting dip, the dizzying rise, up and down and up some more. If Haku was slim and graceful, Samui was all curves. It was inconceivable that a woman so bountifully enfleshed could step as lightly or turn as smoothly, yet Samui defied his expectations. Stooping low to fold her clothes, she gave Naruto a long, clear look at her greatest assets.Then finally, almost mercifully, the blonde set aside her neatly folded clothes, before dropping down beside Haku in an avalanche of milk. But the mercy was short lived. Her prostration was more dangerous than a silent killing stance, and the sight of those enormous br@@sts squeezing to the floor wracked Naruto’s nerves worse than a dagger tickling his throat. For a moment, these two let the Seventh Lord Hokage appreciate this view. They knew he could not help but stare. He was too aroused to look away. Then, in this nude dogeza with foreheads kissing his office floor, the pair said what Naruto simultaneously wanted most and least to hear.“On behalf of our villages, we beg for your forgiveness, Lord Hokage. We will do anything to make amends.”Naruto stared at Samui and Haku, mouth witlessly agape.‘…Cr@p. I didn’t think they’d go THIS far. Now what do I do?’Well, there was the obvious choice. But while Naruto had absorbed some lecherous tendencies from his mentors, he was hardly a s@x-crazed maniac. For one thing, he was happily married, and it would feel especially nasty to indulge in something like this when Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. He still hadn’t figured out anything special to do for his wife, and yet here he was, letting himself get seduced.Besides, this was too suspicious. Too obvious a trap. No doubt Samui and Haku both had orders to seduce him. Why else would they do something so degrading? If there was only one thing that threw him off, it was that they were prepared to do something this overt with anyone else in the room. They worked for rival villages, so they normally wouldn’t want to show their hand in each other’s presence. Right? The one thing Naruto could be sure of was that this was too good to be true. They probably wanted blackmail material. Maybe they even saw the risk of giving each other blackmail against themselves as worth getting something to hold over him.Well……that was what Naruto would think if he were a more pragmatic, ruthless statesman. But Samui was one of Killer Bee’s disciples, and Bee was cool with him. Haku was someone Naruto felt even less inclined to distrust—the Kiri ambassador was too good natured, and Naruto was too optimistic, for him to believe Haku had ill intentions. There was the practical, political mentality that had been drilled into Naruto by his predecessors, and then there was his natural disposition. He wanted to believe the best of people, and his entire ruling philosophy had been founded on this premise.But regardless, whether the pair’s motives were cynical or sincere, Naruto was still a married man, and obviously he was faithful to his—Samui shifted where she bowed, and Naruto’s eyes zoomed in on her t@ts, watching them deform and dimple as she dragged them half an inch. Then Haku’s hips rose a centimeter, idly uplifting that flawless peach of an ass, and this hit Naruto so hard he almost forgot the ring on his finger. It was, nearly impossible to think straight while his erection prodded the underside of his desk. Trying to remind himself of his wife only produced a mental image of Hinata lying expectantly in bed, flush and nude and wanting him.That just made things worse.‘M-Maybe I could make it up to Hinata on Valentine’s Day…’ thought a voice in his head that sounded a little too much like Jiraiya. But then Naruto caught himself. ‘No! Wait, what am I thinking? I can’t just…’
   “Heh.” 
Naruto heard the low snickering inside his head and bit back a scowl.
  ‘…Hey. What are YOU laughing at, Kurama? Do you think this is funny?’
“It’s hilarious,” Kurama’s tone was annoyingly smug. “You really have no clue what’s going on, huh?”
  ‘Argh! Help me out here, you b@st@rd! 

   “Nah… It’s funnier to watch you squirm.” 
The Nine-Tails went silent inside Naruto’s mindscape, leaving the Seventh Lord Hokage alone with his throbbing erection, a niggling conscience, and these nude, groveling, so powerfully tempting ambassadors. Naruto wanted to curse the bijuu. He wanted to do many other things too, most of which he would swiftly regret.And what was Kurama acting so smug about, anyway? What did he mean about him having no clue? That sly b@st@rd…“Ghrk,” said Naruto. It was the most articulate statement he could produce. His eyes were still glued to Haku, then Samui, then Haku, then Samui. He could not decide which of them to stare at, but he wanted to ogle both. He also wanted to get out of here and beg for his wife’s forgiveness. He also wanted to throw decency, sense, and caution to the wind and f@ck the ambassadors right here in his office. He wanted a great many things, but he couldn’t have them all.He had to think more rationally. He had to muster his resolve, get out of this seat, and—“Hm? What are you grinning about?” Satsuki looked askance at Hinata. The pair had been strolling toward the Uchiha’s apartment on the outskirts of Konoha when the Lord Hokage’s wife came to a sudden stop and turned her head. “I’ve never seen such a nasty look…”Hinata giggled, brushing aside a stray lavender strand. Swollen veins throbbed, not too subtly feeding her pearlescent eyes. Her byakugan was active, and she had tilted her head just so. She did not attempt to hide the devious little smile sneaking its way across her lips.“I’m glad Naruto enjoyed his lunch,” she mildly remarked. “I put a great deal of work into picking out the ingredients. But it looks like the effect is even more potent than I expected…”Satsuki blinked, then looked from Hinata to the Hokage Tower. It loomed over the surrounding buildings, but from here it looked no bigger than her thumb. She wondered, briefly, just what Hinata could see—and just what ingredients Hinata had slipped into her husband’s lunch.“You didn’t… Did you?”Hinata’s pale, veiny eyes mischievously twinkled. The effect was most unsettling with her doujutsu active. Satsuki now understood how otherworldly and unnerving her sharingan looked to others.“My darling deserves the world,” said Hinata sweetly. “But since that isn’t on the table, I guess I can settle for this.”Yuuuup. That pretty much confirmed Satsuki’s suspicions.“…How many more?”Hinata’s smile widened.“As many as he can handle❤”Satsuki considered the implication. A far too pleasant shiver ran down her spine. She could not suppress her growing blush.“Now that is a scary thought.”“You know you want it.”Satsuki was beneath denial.She could only nod.For the span of a single heartbeat, smoke filled the Hokage’s office. It was thick, white, odorless, and radiating with the Seventh Lord Hokage’s warm, weighty, palpable chakra. By the time this smoke had cleared, Samui and Haku would get everything they’d been asking for, and they had but the duration of their matching, startled gasps to ponder what they had unleashed.No time was spared for contemplation deeper than a slattern’s satisfaction before Samui and Haku each felt several strong, firm, identical hands grabbing hold of their unresisting bodies. They were hauled off the ground, assaulted by a dozen greedy lips and scores of groping fingers. Blinded by the smoke of their reverse harem’s conjuration, they could not see, but only feel, and hear, and smell, and taste. They were almost scared, and in their terror—so excited.“Ah! Oh my, Hokage-sama…!” Haku gasped. He felt Naruto’s broad, calloused hands scooping and massaging his plump and perky buttocks. Between the crossdressing ambassador’s legs rose an eager, unabashed hardness—a good enough size to satisfy most women, but it measured barely half the throbbing mass of meat against which he gaily, blushing frotted. Haku felt Naruto’s hardness, swollen and momentous, and quivering and maiden-mewling he surrendered to its gravitation, delightedly demeaning himself with this up-close, physical comparison.Nor did Haku feel just one of those lordly, peerless c@cks. Even while he sacrificed on Naruto’s altar all prior chaste facades of elegant demureness, rocking those indecent, nearly girlish hips to impress his whole dripping, quivering self with the Seventh Lord Hokage’s full superiority, another of those long, and thick, and steely rigid c@cks slapped across his milky thighs. Yet another of those girthy c@cks built for breeding and unmanning poised itself between his full and firm and creamy cheeks, and all the ice of Haku’s bloodline sublimated in a sultry steam, drowning his keenest wits in a haze of sodden pleasure as he relinquished every inch to Naruto’s turgid l@st.Naruto was all around them. They did not need to see his face or body to know how wonderful and terrible a desire they had woke in him. The smoke was yet thick and occluding, and Samui was that much more exhilarated by this blindness to accompany the thrill of helplessness at his touch. With ninjutsu and the possibilities unfolded by the use of chakra, most differences in capacity twixt men and women shrank to nil. There were kunoichi like Tsunade who could toss any man like a rag doll, and while Samui was not nearly that strong, she was a skillful, seasoned ninja. A man of equal skill with ninja arts would still have the edge in strength and stamina, but the differences would be less great than with untrained civilians.But Naruto was a ninja far beyond her. The gulf in power between them was orders of magnitude greater than between any burly warrior and waifish peasant maiden. Samui was not promiscuous, but she had her romantic history, and she had enough experience to appreciate the sheer, titanic difference between Naruto and any other man. He was a living legend, comparable to figures worshiped as outright deities. He had gone beyond all comprehensible bounds of human strength and mortal power. The merest hinting of his titanic chakra, the tingling of these etheric vapors left over from his enactment of kage bunshin no jutsu, terrified her and delighted her with a sense of utter smallness.“L-Lord Hokage…” Samui whimpered, feeling the monstrous, transcendent strength lurking in the fingers so fervently besetting her plushly heaving br@@sts. All the pillow weight of her prized and prideful bosom was a feather-burden to those hands, a trifle barely worth the dignity of his touch. He was so terrifyingly strong, strong, strong, and he turned her and flipped her dizzily amid the blinding, lingering chakra smoke. She felt like a thing of porcelain, so frail and diminutive, and she was almost frozen by the apprehension of his ferocious l@st, the unsubtle brush and greedy press of the hardness she had so flagrantly provoked.His c@ck. His c@cks! They were all around her. The musk of his arousal swiftly drowned out her regrets, and even her palpitating terror of his irresistible monster strength could not outcompete the feelings he awoke by rubbing, sawing, grinding, probing, thrusting those ungodly c@cks everywhere they could reach. If anything, her sense of helplessness and diminution in these great and nearly godlike hands only made it more delightful, more swiftly vanquishing her apprehension and dissolving all intelligence into vapid, bovine bliss.“Hokage-sama…!” Haku squealed, skewered ass-first on Naruto, groping through the smoke for more of those immense, unsated c@cks. Unwilling to resist, he bounced on Naruto’s erection, and he ground plaintively his own meek hardness against the Lord Hokage’s peerless length. Wider opened his that silken mouth to proclaim his ecstasy at Naruto’s onslaught—but before another syllable could from them fly, another of Naruto’s c@cks was stuffed into his mouth, and Haku found himself conscripted to yet another session of relief.“Naruto… Ah! Naruto…!” Samui likewise lewdly cried, shivering as he forced himself most welcomely into a dripping c@nt, a plumply pillowed ass, and back and forth between her t@ts, against her nipples, all across that corpulent, heavenly mass. But amid her lewd and bovine lowing, she too was soon silenced, presented with more c@cks than her entire body attend and compelled slovenly to gulp and slurp and suck and swallow, dizzily fellating.There was so much of him. More than they could possibly imagine! And more, and more, and more they felt surrounding them, groping them, biting and kissing and suckling them, and most of all penetrating and deflowering them in every possible way. If there was any surface of their bodies, any rise or dip or orifice even possible to use that hitherto had gone unused, it was taken now by Naruto’s c@ck and used for his relentless pleasure.This was a monster no single man or woman could possibly content. A force of nature that, like the Kyuubi sealed inside his belly which could level a mountain with one swipe of its tail, would reduce anyone who provoked his l@st into a witless, sopping puddle of sweat and c@m and bliss. Haku swiftly came, his @rg@smic squeal stifled by Naruto’s c@ck, and Samui likewise came and came, reamed and reamed amid the sweaty roiling mass of bodies until she was too sore to stand, too exhausted to endure in consciousness much longer. Nor could Haku long persist through this ecstatic sodomy, a merely human appetite soon filled beyond all limits of satiety, his body milked for every last drop of emasculated l@st until he flaccid, sweaty, and reeking of Naruto’s c@m flopped onto the office floor, naked and just halfway conscious.By the time the smoke had fully cleared, Samui and Haku lay utterly exhausted at the Seventh Lord Hokage’s feet. And over them, flush and hard and twitching, his rock-hard manhood smeared with all the evidence of this concupiscent transgression, Naruto loomed. His c@ck was throbbing, sweat glistened on his brow, and he considered the insensate bodies of the diplomats as ruefully as he could manage while still so hard and h@rny.‘D@mn… They’re already worn out?’  he mused. ‘Argh! If they were gonna push me to do something this stupid, they could have at least had the decency to last a little longer! Now I’m blue-balled, AND in trouble…’“What trouble?” said Kurama in his head, the Kyuubi sounding quite amused. “If you’re still pent up, just keep going. They’ve already asked for it.”‘Jackass! It’s no good if they’re unconscious,’ Naruto mentally retorted. ‘That’s barely any better than jerking off.’
  “Well, if you refuse to keep f@ck@ng them, you could always send for one of your female ANBU. Or a male like Haku, if you’re already fine with that…”
Kurama sniggered. If Naruto could spare the focus for meditation in his current state, he would have headed straight into his mindscape to kick the Kyuubi’s ass. But as he was incapable with the erection currently demanding his attention, Naruto simply huffed.‘I’m not gonna start digging the hole deeper just because I slipped up! I’m already in deep enough sh@t if Hinata finds out…’ Naruto ran a hand through his hair. F@ck, he was h@rny. He almost WAS tempted to keep going with the passed out Samui and Haku. But now that Kurama mentioned his ANBU… ‘Ah, sh@t! I hope none of my bodyguards overheard.’“They absolutely did,” Kurama deadpanned. “They’re the elite of the elite, after all. But they answer directly to you. If you tell them to keep quiet…”Naruto grimaced. He stared down at Haku and Samui, the ambassadors absolutely slathered with his s@m@n. Against his better judgement, they still looked so damn lewd.F@ck… Why did he still have to be so hard? It was nearly impossible to think.Maybe he really should go for a little longer?‘No, sh@t!’ Naruto thought, trying to recollect his wits through the haze of too slowly dissipating l@st. ‘Who was posted at my door today? Maybe if I just explain the situation to my guards…’He paused, looking down at his sloppy erection, then at the naked, c@m-smeared bodies of Samui and Haku.A single bead of sweat descended from his brow.The temptation was too strong, and his desire was too intense. Before Naruto could even think, his body was already in motion. He descended on Haku and Samui, grabbing one of the blonde’s enormous br@@sts and hauling it to his mouth, before sliding his greedy, still hard c@ck between Haku’s c@m-lubed buttocks. Tender though his phallus was, Naruto could not, in his l@sted state, bear to take it slow.With a single stroke, he thrust in deep. Savoring Samui’s breast, using Haku’s ass, he could not stop. He had to f@ck! He was already in this deep. If he wound up getting in trouble with Hinata, he might as well make it worth the drama. He had to get his rocks off… and these two had already asked him to. What was the harm in resuming?
  Slurp, slurp.
“Ngh…❤”Samui stirred but did not wake, reacting groggily to the sensation of Naruto’s hungry slurping. His tongue assailed her teat, sensitive and tingling, and it was too much for her not to feel from across the obliviating gulf. But it was merciful compared to the ravishing she had experienced moments earlier, and even while Naruto’s lips and tongue and teeth worked to leave a lasting mark on her creamy br@@sts, she just wanly smiled in her satiated somnolence.
  Slap, slap, slap.
Haku’s cheeks rebounded from Naruto’s pelvic thrusts, the Hokage’s ceaseless piston l@st@ng counting out a frenzied tempo. In and out he pumped his c@ck, using Haku’s proffered hole for his personal relief. And Haku in his blissed out, imbecilic state could but dreamily groan and reflexively grind, even in half-conscious stupor eager to ride Naruto’s rod. Slap, slap, lamely flopped Haku’s voided manhood, yon and hither swaying with Naruto’s lustful rhythm.Naruto was in a haze. He usually only got like this with his wife, Hinata (and often felt no little guilt at the state he left her in!) but he had been pushed too far today, the beast had burst its cage. Succ@mbing to a libido that would make his late godfather look like a buddha, he sucked and f@ck@d, and f@ck@d and sucked, grunting and sweaty and oblivious to all but brute desire.He came inside Haku. But he was still h@rny. He shoved his d@ck inside of Samui, and he slapped and fondled Haku’s ass while groping Samui’s t@ts and f@ck@ng her wet, sopping p@ssy. He came inside of Samui. But he was still h@rny! He jerked off onto Haku’s chest, and he rubbed his d@ck on Haku’s face, and he came all over Haku. But he was still h@rny. He rolled Samui over, draping her lewd and happy dreaming body across the slim and fair Haku, before burying his sore and hard and shameless c@ck inside the blonde’s plump, jiggling ass.Sweaty, panting, hotly longing for relief, Naruto sodomized the pliant and insensate Samui, eliciting now and then a moan or sigh of nearly cognizant imploring.“Mm… mooore…”Naruto was too deep in rut. He could but oblige her, seeking ardently to come enough to justify this transgression. Her fleshy, creamy cheeks clapped and rippled with his thrusts, her corpulent and flaunted br@@sts jiggling and deforming as they pressed and dragged atop Haku. He f@ck@d her faster, faster, deeper! He was getting closer, closer, closer! Just a little more, and surely… surely!Naruto squeezed his eyes tight shut, arching his back. Preparing to let it all out.Then—He heard his office door swing open.A whistle. A snicker. A breath inhaled sharply, and the whisper-quiet sound of his ANBU guards gossiping outside. A second later, the door slammed shut. It was too quick for Naruto to say a word, let alone pull out, and before time enough could pass to process the shock, still thrusting dumbly in the inertia of his overflowed desire, Naruto heard a sigh, then a very familiar voice.“So… Naruto?” said his old teammate, Sakura. “Should I ask why you’re f@ck@ng the ambassadors?”A beat.Naruto’s face went tomato red. He opened his mouth to answer. But then!He came. And came. And came! Sakura’s arrival triggered something deeply buried, and Naruto felt himself at last go empty, flaccid, satisfied inside of Samui’s ass. Sheepishly, embarrassedly, panting and sweaty and blushing like a fool, Naruto stood there ensconced in the ambassador’s distended @n@s, now filled to the brim with his c@m.
  ‘Sh@t. If I pull out, Sakura will see my d@ck…’
Considering the position he was in, that would be the least of his offenses. But with that final @j@c@l@t@@n, sanity returned to Naruto, and with it came a nostalgic boyhood bashfulness. Limply, horribly embarrassed, Naruto cleared his throat.“…Reparations,” he answered.Naruto felt Sakura’s eyes boring into the back of his head.“Reparations,” she repeated scathingly. Her tone was critique enough.“Y-Yeah… to make up for, um… past bad relations between our villages, and uh…”“Naruto?” interjected Sakura. “I really hope you don’t expect me to buy such an idiotic excuse.”Naruto winced. He could clearly picture the unamused look on her face.“H-Hey, now! Look, Sakura… We’re friends, aren’t we?”“I am your subordinate,” Sakura answered smartly, and more than a little coldly.Naruto started to sweat profusely.“Please don’t tell Hinata.”Sakura let out a long, weary sigh. Glancing anxiously over his shoulder, Naruto saw the woman bury her face in the palm of her hand.“Tell her? Naruto, you have no idea…” The medic ninja shook her head, muttering something under her breath. Her temple was throbbing. “…well, I won’t tell her, I guess. Not so long as you didn’t do anything stupid. I mean… even stupider than this.”She gestured drolly to the blissfully insensate Samui and Haku. Naruto wished the pair were able to come to his defense.“Well, this is the stupidest thing I’ve done, at least,” Naruto said, doing his best to laugh it off.Sakura sighed.“No kidding…”A moment passed in awkward silence. Sparking with inscrutable annoyance, a single emerald eye met Naruto’s sheepish stare. The Hokage fidgeted.“Can you, um… give me a moment? I’m still, you know…” he mumbled. “I don’t wanna make this even worse by flashing you.”“Naruto…” Sakura sighed. “I am a battlefield medic. I have been up to the elbow in your guts. More than once. It is nothing I haven’t already seen.”Naruto cleared his throat, debating whether to feel comforted that Sakura wouldn’t accuse him of s@xual harassment for it, or affronted that she wasn’t remotely flustered by the idea. But even if Sakura did not find it awkward, being able to view the human body from a purely clinical perspective and seeing him besides as merely a friend, it would still be embarrassing for him. Sakura was his first crush, and he had pined after her for years before even knowing Hinata had feelings for him. Even if he was ultimately the one to reject the possibility of a relationship when Sakura offered it, he could not ignore that it was different with her than it would be with Shizune or Granny Tsunade.Still… he could hardly stay like this.With his face burning red, Naruto slipped out of Samui and stood up. With his back still self-consciously to Sakura, he cast his eyes around the room, looking for his pants. It took him a moment to spot them.They were next to his office door……right behind Sakura.………well, she had said it was fine.Naruto cleared his throat, then fully turned around. Sakura’s eyes descended slowly, settling at last between his legs. Naruto felt exceeding glad that he had exhausted his libido for the moment, his phallus mercifully unresponsive to Sakura’s dispassionate scrutiny. Mostly dispassionate.Regardless of what she said, Sakura was neither s@xless nor unfeeling. She had seen Naruto naked more than once, and she had personally carried out physical examinations while healing the blonde when they were still on a squad together, but that was a different context. Right here, right now, Naruto was not her patient, and she was not his physician. He was a man still smeared with the evidence of long and vigorous s@x, smelling of sweat and musk and bodily emission.A slightest tinge of pinkness spread over Sakura’s cheeks. Fixedly she watched him, expression carefully controlled. But her flushing cheeks and her unmoving eyes hinted she was less unfazed than she had assumed she would be. Naruto was keenly aware of Sakura staring, and passingly he remembered that she was a single woman. Once, the pinkette had pined for Satsuki in a bis@xual schoolgirl crush, but she had not acted on those former feelings since Satsuki’s return from “exile”. It had been years since she last showed any real interest in either of her former teammates. Not beyond a friendly joke.Naruto took a step toward Sakura—toward his trousers behind her. She stood her ground, but her posture infinitesimally tensed. Even though he was doing nothing wrong (nothing worse, at least, than what the smiling, sweaty, c@m-smeared Cloud and Mist ambassadors proved him to have done) Naruto felt mortifyingly guilty. Benign or not, he was keenly aware how this would look if anyone else walked in.“Could you lock the door?” he asked Sakura, thinking distractedly of these possible interlopers.Sakura’s expression could have been carved from stone, but her face promptly went from pink to luminous scarlet. Her eyes followed the sway of Naruto’s flaccid length, maybe pondering the fact that she had only ever seen him soft. At least… the only times she had seen it in a medical context. But as a young man and woman traveling and fighting together over the years of their adolescence and young adulthood, there had been furtive glimpses and close encounters. They had never engaged romantically, but there were times when they come very close to engaging purely s@xually.Such tension was inevitable. It was a calculated measure on behalf of those who arranged genin squads. By including at least one female on every squad, it was all but guaranteed that she would couple with one of her male teammates. These teams often came into adulthood together, and most kunoichi went into their careers only as far as they could make it before s@xual tensions and youthful indiscretions finally led to her becoming a mother. It was a quite cynical way to ensure posterity, and their own Team 7 had been an outlier. Back then, she was young and impetuous, more interested in Satsuki than in Naruto.But then, Satsuki had also been an outlier…Because of the Uchiha’s since-reneged defection, there had been a time at the peak of their respective sex drives when Naruto and Sakura were going on missions without a third wheel. There had sometimes been Sai, of course, but Sai had been more interested in Naruto’s d@ck than Sakura’s modest assets, and Naruto had shown no interest in Sai (to Sakura’s secret disappointment—she would have loved to watch!). But Naruto WAS interested in Sakura back then. He was attracted to her. He had wanted her. And there had been a few times when, overcome by stress with the Kyuubi straining to break free and his promises tearing him in so many directions, Naruto had taken hold of her and she realized she would be glad if he kept going.They had come so close. Sakura remembered countless times where, if Naruto had pressed a little longer or if she had relented a little sooner, they could have gone all the way. All these memories came rushing back to her, congealing into a knot somewhere behind her bosom. She had blossomed since back then, no longer small enough for Ino to tease her for being flat, but she was still nowhere near comparing with a woman like Naruto’s wife, Hinata, or the Hidden Cloud’s ambassador, Samui. She was self-conscious, of course. She was keenly conscious of herself, and of Naruto, and of the situation they were in.Only professional pride as both a kunoichi and a medic kept Sakura from folding. She was no longer a flighty, lovestruck twit chasing after impossible girlhood fancies. She was a woman with standards, and self esteem, and grounded expectations. She was a woman well aware of her desires. She was a woman… and he was a man.Sakura cleared her throat.“…Sure, I can lock the door for you.”Her heart was racing. She turned her back to Naruto, and vividly—immediately—she envisioned the blonde grabbing her from behind. She imagined all the ways he must have f@ck@d Haku to leave the Hidden Mist ambassador in such a sloppy, witless state. A rivulet of blood trickled from her nose.She considered how short her skirt was, how snugly the spats below conformed to her body’s contours. She imagined she could feel Naruto’s stare burning on her lower back, tantalized by just how little really stood between him and his boyhood crush’s ass. Usually, Sakura would not entertain such foolish hypotheticals—but it no longer felt so foolish to imagine Naruto overcome by desire, Naruto once again forgetting his marriage vows to ravish the beautiful creature before him.Once she locked the door, there would be no one to get between them…Was that what he wanted?
  Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
Sakura could barely think over the pounding of her heart. She reached the office door. She grasped the handle.
  Click.
She locked the door.For a moment, Sakura stood on that spot unmoving. Naruto’s footsteps drew closer to her. Closer, closer.He was right behind her now. She imagined she could feel his breath on her nape. She remembered all the times in the past when he could have broken through the thinning ice and had her for himself.She remembered him refusing when she finally made the offer.It was strange. Obviously, she had had ulterior motives at the time. But Naruto’s reply had never rung quite true. Maybe she had only made the offer to protect him, wanting him to abandon the promise she once forced from him so they could settle down together. But was this not out of love for him?Academically, she understood why he had refused. It was a rationale that could never feel quite real to her, but she could reason it out and imagine Naruto’s perspective. Back then, she had mostly just been distraught by his refusal, knowing it meant he would keep putting himself in danger. For a while after, she had resented it. But now, she was grateful.A woman’s heart was such a strange thing, was it not? If Naruto had been the kind of man who could settle for the offer she had made him before the Five Kage Summit, he would not be a man worthy of all that she had come to feel for him. In rejecting then her offer and her confession—a genuine confession, no matter its conflicted motives—he had proven himself worthy of the very feelings he said she merely feigned.Aware of Naruto nearly breathing down her neck, Sakura mused on all these things. Was it not so silly? So perverse? The more unattainable he became, the more she missed the days when once he pined for her. But if she had accepted those juvenile advances back then, she would not now feel for Naruto as she did. They would have bumbled and fumbled and quarreled and broken up, and there would be too much leftover baggage from the follies of adolescence to feel quite so keenly, quite so… purely.She would not say she loved Naruto. She would not say it. But she was free to think, and dream, and wish, and fantasize in the privacy of her bed. She respected Hinata’s feelings, and she knew how dearly Hinata loved Naruto. She knew just how far Hinata was prepared to go to make her husband happy. And this only made things that much more complex…Sakura still kept closely in touch with Tsunade, who still kept in touch with the other Five Kage. She was, much more than most, aware of the favors being called in, the backroom deals being struck. Hinata may have abdicated her position as heiress of the Hyuuga clan, and she may have long been unfavored for the inheritance besides, but… while Hinata may have fallen short of the expectations for her as a shinobi in her youth, she had always done better in the subtler arts.Hinata was a gentle, loving woman, but she was also shrewd and discerning. She was the perfect foil to her husband, able and willing to negotiate in ways her husband was too idealistic to consider. Between the two, Hinata had the better grasp of how to scheme and politick. And she had lately put those talents to quite an interesting use.Sakura thought again of the blissed out Samui and Haku, and she recalled what she had heard from Tsunade of the bribes, and the subtle threats, and the secret deals and promises the Lord Hokage’s wife had quietly negotiated. Coming from an older generation when such things were still practiced among the great clans, Tsunade had reached the conclusion instantly. Sakura, being younger and more removed from those antiquated practices, was still partially incredulous.It wasn’t impossible. It wasn’t illegal. Hell, it wasn’t even that uncommon, once you included all the daimyo and petty nobles throughout the Elemental Nations. But still Sakura struggled to fully believe the conclusion her mentor had drawn. Not because she found it illogical, or repellant, or even simply odd.No…It was because it sounded too damn good to be true.Sakura glanced over her shoulder.Naruto stood behind her. He was in the middle of standing up from bending over—for a split second, her heart skipped a beat, until she saw Naruto holding his trousers. Then, she almost felt… disappointed. But also relieved. But also annoyed. But also……well, she felt many things.Her eyes from Naruto’s face. She craned her neck and arched her back, just subtly. Just enough to catch a glimpse.Naruto cleared his throat, nakedly aware of the tense atmosphere. Perhaps just now realizing how his request for her to lock the door might be taken. His face was nearly as red as Sakura’s. His own eyes followed Sakura’s downward—right up until they were arrested by the swell of her posterior.Sakura was pleased to see his blush grow deeper, his flaccid manhood briefly twitch. Naruto, however, was simply flustered.“So, um…” said the blonde, trying to break the tense and awkward silence. He spent a moment desperately groping for a topic. “…What were your plans for Valentine’s Day?”A beat.Naruto’s eyes widened, realizing too late how this question could be taken. He opened his mouth, no doubt meaning to issue a retraction.But Sakura beat him to the punch.“Honestly… I don’t have any plans, no,” Sakura said. She met Naruto‘s eye, catching him still staring at the small of her back. “Do you?”With her eyes still holding Naruto’s gaze, Sakura let go of the doorknob. She took a half step from the door, backing up toward Naruto. There was little space to spare between them, and this movement gobbled it up. Naruto tensed.“I mean… I haven’t made any big plans yet,” the blonde spluttered, trying very hard to ignore the discreet press of Sakura’s behind as she reversed into him. It was a light brush, a sparing contact, but he felt electrified. “I don’t like to make a big deal out of it, you know? It’s just another day… Maybe go out for a date with Hinata. Have dinner somewhere nice… N-Nothing crazy.”Sakura smiled. She was in no hurry to put space between her and Naruto. A moment more she lingered here, feeling the brush of him against her, feeling how he stirred and stiffened. If nothing else, it pleased her ego to know she could still elicit such a reaction from him.“Dinner, huh? How romantic. But what about the rest of the day? Surely you can afford to take it off. Just have a shadow clone in your office while you go out and enjoy yourself…”For the span of a breath, she stared into his eyes. Finally, mercifully she stepped away, letting Naruto‘s no longer fully flaccid member fall against his thigh while she turned and moved beside him. Her gaze meandered to the hand clutching his recovered trousers.Naruto gave Sakura a wary look. He was transfixed. Despite being free to do so, he did not move to put his pants back on. Perhaps because his boxers were still misplaced and he did not wish to go commando. But Sakura doubted that was the case.“Hinata has a mission tomorrow. She won’t be back until the evening,” Naruto answered cautiously. It felt foolish to say this while Samui and Haku moaned pleasantly in the corner, but he did not wish to acknowledge the implication. He did not want to be the one to say it. “There wouldn’t be a point to taking the whole day off.”“No?” Languidly Sakura placed a hand on her hip. She turned slowly, slowly toward Naruto, pausing only once she stood sideways to him. Her posture was impeccable, giving Naruto a fine view of her profile. Raising a single eyebrow, she unblinkingly surveyed him. “You’ve been spending so much time behind that desk, though. As a professional medic, I think you’re overworked.”The glimmer of those emerald eyes dared him to follow this train of thought to its logical conclusion. A faint and fleeting smile made clear the insinuation. She c@cked her shapely hips, a silent threat lurking behind the gesture. Her gaze drifted from Naruto‘s trousers clutched in his hand to the abundantly soiled forms of the Cloud and Mist ambassadors.“But you aren’t gonna give me a break, are you?” Naruto murmured. “If I say I’m taking the day off, you’ll swoop right in and claim my personal time for yourself.”“We’re friends, aren’t we? And friends keep each other’s secrets, don’t they?”There was something infinitesimally vindictive about her words. It was teasing, artful, and deliberately ironic. A little petty. Remembering old slights, and rekindling old desires. This would feel less dangerous if Sakura were his ex.Naruto gulped.“…Is this blackmail?” he followed her eyes to the ambassadors with whom he had so foolishly, impulsively transgressed. “Are you threatening to tell her?”“It’s not a threat,” Sakura answered sweetly. “But I can’t say you don’t owe me. First, you turn me down after constantly badgering me for a date, then you go and make Satsuki turn all sideways…”She trailed off, thinking of their fellow teammate. Briefly, she wondered how much Naruto knew of Satsuki’s preoccupations. If he knew why, despite the Uchiha’s stated goal of restoring her clan, she had made no attempt at finding a man to settle down with. It really was his fault… yet she couldn’t hold it against him.Sakura understood why Satsuki felt the way she did. She would not say she felt the same. There was not as close a bond there between her and Naruto. There was something about the way those two used to quarrel and compete, something about the fire of that old rivalry that smoldered still deep down. For her, it was not quite so deep, nor nearly so intense.Naruto cleared his throat.“Alright… What do you want, Sakura?”“I don’t have any plans for Valentine’s Day… and I’d like to fix that.”This was dangerous. Obviously, unignorably dangerous. But Sakura had him by the b@lls. The best he could do was play it safe.“…well, I could use some help picking out a Valentine’s Day gift for Hinata. It would be nice to get another woman’s perspective.”Sakura stared at the euphoric ambassadors. When her eyes at last departed their quivering, flagrant bodies, it was only so they could settle once more between Naruto‘s legs.“And what will I get in return?”“…I’ll pay for lunch,” Naruto said, trying his best to ignore the mounting pressure. “We can grab a bite to eat while we’re shopping.”Sakura’s smile curved a little more sinuously across her lips.“Will you buy me dessert too?”“Sure…” Naruto winced. He had a feeling she would not be merciful to his wallet. “Any ideas what you’d want?”Sakura’s tongue slipped out to play as she spent a moment thinking. Absentmindedly, she c@cked her hips, forcing Naruto to appreciate her finest quarter. Finally, she answered.“How about some cake? Or… maybe some cream filled buns?”Naruto stared at Sakura’s perky hind. There really was so little in the way of her firm and supple contours, and her cheeky answer hardly discouraged his imagination. Nor did it help when then she met his eye anew, those pretty emeralds glittering as proof that she knew exactly what she was doing.The Seventh Lord Hokage blushed beet red.“…if that’s what you want.”Sakura simply licked her lips.“Then it’s a date~”Naruto already regretted his decision. But he couldn’t exactly refuse…He cleared his throat, then looked at Samui and Haku.“…ugh… alright. But if you’re gonna extort me, would you mind at least helping clean this up?”“Sure,” Sakura said. She winked. “You’ll just owe me a little extra tomorrow.”Naruto sighed in exasperation.Yeah… It looked like Sakura would be milking him dry. But what else could he do?Hinata would be distraught if she ever found out.Hinata was on cloud nine as she flitted to and fro across the kitchen, checking the pots and pans, pausing now and then to consult the recipe. Naruto had gotten home late last night, and he had looked exhausted. She knew the cause, of course, and she had the perfect cure. Nothing better to pep her husband up than an energizing meal… and a pleasing view to greet him.Cheerfully Hinata made the morning’s preparations, indulging well beyond the norm to leave behind her bathrobe and flounce about the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron. She was glowingly aware of her exposed, unguarded back. A younger Hinata never would have dreamed of doing this, but with marriage she had grown more comfortable in her skin. For her husband, she would gladly show it all, and she had lately added some most daring dresses to her wardrobe.Of course, that did not mean this was sensible. There was still a chance for an early visitor to knock at the door, for a too-close friend of Naruto’s to come barging in. So too if a neighbor peered closely through the blinds. The curtains were drawn tight, but her passing to and fro rustled them ever so slightly, and if someone glanced into the kitchen window at just the perfect moment, they might catch a glimpse of bare and milky flesh.Still, while there was a nonzero chance she could be seen by some unwanted eye, this was hardly new. Although she had dressed modestly in her youth, and even now rarely chose to flaunt her figure, it was impossible for a Hyuuga to grow up with fear of prying eyes or peeping toms. When everybody in your family could see through solid walls and clothes alike, it led to growing up with little real notion of privacy. There were some common courtesies observed, but it simply could not be the same as among a clan without the byakugan. Everybody in her clan had, at one point or another, seen every inch of every other body underneath their roof.In her youth, Hinata had been uncomfortable with this fact. As the heiress she was subject to scrutiny beyond the average Hyuuga and, being already self-conscious about her comparative lack of talent, she had naturally been embarrassed to know how much her kin could see at any time. Even if they had tried to give her privacy, a single Hyuuga activating their byakugan could see the entire family compound. They could refrain from focusing on her, but she would still be in their sight.Thankfully, these self-esteem issues were long behind her. She had abdicated her inheritance and no longer suffered under those highest expectations, and she had won the heart of the man she loved, and felt now proud and confident in her beauty. A prying eye could not distress her. The only gaze she cared about was Naruto’s—and she wanted to feel his eyes upon her, his desire burning hot. Anyway, it was a special day! If someone was stupid enough to intrude on a young, wedded couple’s home on Valentine’s Day, they would get what they deserved❤Carefully, cheerfully, Hinata measured out the most important of her ingredients. It would not be a heavy breakfast, and if she put too much, it would take effect too soon. She had a second dose already measured out for tonight: a stronger, swifter-acting dose, and longer lasting too. For breakfast, however, it would be milder. Something he would only feel partway through the day, and only just enough to give a smallest nudge. She had made enough arrangements to ensure some fruitful encounters: enough to plant the seeds for the main event tonight.“My… I really am just terrible, aren’t I?” Hinata giggled to herself. “Maybe Satsuki has a point.”Despite these words, she had no regrets. Hinata measured out the dose: a bit of wine, a bit of energizing nutrients, and a dash of herbal remedies to encourage strong libido. Naruto was a hale, lusty man filled with verve for life, and the only things that really held him back were modesty and conscience. All she really needed to unleash his inner beast was to set the proper mood. Most of these special ingredients were just for better blood flow and a boost of energy—they could all be found in standard issue soldier pills.The trick lay in about the ratios, the seasoning, the presentation. To plant subconscious implications, to tastefully and subtly get her husband’s mind into the gutter. The colors, the contours, the flavors, the fragrance: all of it was calculated to produce the most precise suggestions. All the rest would simply get his blood to flow, his senses to perk, his inhibitions to waver.There was sadly no such thing as a genuine aphrodisiac, but in Hinata’s opinion, something that convenient would take away the fun. It was here in the exercise of all her wifely arts, a myriad of suggestions as graceful as Eight Trigrams kata, where she was most at home. She did not need a brazen exhibition like this naked apron to arouse her husband’s lust, nor did she need some mind-altering drug to unleash his inner beast. All it took was care, familiarity, and a bit of extra work—all the countless little things so succinctly summarized as “love”.Honestly, the naked apron was for herself. Naruto’s enjoyment was just a bonus. But she was sure he would enjoy it.Speak of the devil…Leaning over the pot to check the miso’s progress, Hinata heard a loose board creak upstairs. Idly she flexed her byakugan, broadening and lengthening and deepening her sight. She saw Naruto in his boxers, yawning and bedraggled. She saw through his mussy night clothes to the familiar contours of his body. A pleasant warmth blossomed, and Hinata tweaked her pace, reordering the course of operations. She timed her steps as Naruto descended, approaching her position, and with grace so perfect it would seem coincidental, she ensured she would be bending over to set the table at just the moment Naruto walked into the kitchen.It was all deliberate, but to him it looked a happy accident. And he looked, and looked, and looked, bright blue eyes gluing raptly to his wife’s proffered derriere.“Whoa,” said Naruto. He looked her backside up and down. Hinata saw his face go red, and she watched the shifting weight and concentration of his blood as it was redirected to his member. “Is all of that supposed to be my breakfast?”Hinata let her byakugan relax, the veins receding ere she rose. Every slightest motion was intentional, every sway and every jiggle precisely calculated. She felt her husband’s eyes follow her body, eagerly transfixed. He only faltered for a moment, pausing to blush and fidget.She could not resist a giggle.“No, this will be for tonight.” Hinata c@cked her hips, accentuating those fertile curves.  “But I guess I won’t stop you from sneaking a taste if you’re impatient…❤”Looking at him sidelong, she gave a cloying smile. If not for how she was dressed, it would have looked demure. But in this context, it felt teasing and salacious.She really was an awful woman! But she would make it up to him. The teasing would be worth it.Naruto stared fixedly, achingly at his wife. Hinata met his eyes, glancing over her shoulder. The air was crackling with tension. Usually, he would have started kissing her by now—but he looked more abashed today. He hesitated to seize the moment.Good grief, he was too cute!“Not in the mood this morning?” she feigned a guess after a moment with no response. Prettily she batted her eyelashes.Naruto’s hands twitched. He wavered for a moment longer. Then, he took firm hold, laying those strong, dexterous hands upon his wife’s broad, pillowed hips. Hinata giggled at his touch, and purred. She felt the swaying of his internal conflict.“I’m in the mood,” he rasped, squeezing her intently. “Of course it turns me on to see you waiting for me… You’ve got me famished.”Something lurked just past his words. A faint, unspoken but.Hinata could read her husband like a book. He wanted her, but he was remembering something. Probably yesterday’s events. He wanted her, but he doubted if he should. He felt a little guilty after yesterday, and Hinata greeting him with such a sight first thing this morning only left him feeling guiltier.Hinata could not help but giggle.She really, truly was an awful woman…“If you’re hungry, dear, eat up,” Hinata told him sweetly. She gestured to the table and the breakfast waiting for him. Then she c@cked her hips, knowing he would instantly forget the food and home in thereupon. “I have to leave early for my mission if I want to be back in time for our date tonight, so don’t let me keep you waiting.”Naruto stared at Hinata’s back. He wanted her, but he was torn. He felt like he was being selfish. Like it would be somehow wrong to enjoy himself with her so soon after yesterday’s diplomatic imbroglio…How cute.“Will you have time to get ready for your mission?” he asked her. “You didn’t have to do all this.”“Don’t be silly, Naruto. I wanted to,” Hinata said. She looked at him more steamily. “That’s why I got up early. I can afford to be a little late…”She let the implication linger in the air, discreetly angling her hips. Naruto glanced between her legs and saw a faint, damp glisten. He still looked a little hesitant, but he clearly understood. While she did all this for him, it wasn’t just for him.Hinata wanted this too.Naruto relaxed.In a blink, he had her. Unfettered hands beset her hips, her br@@sts, slipping past her apron’s scant defenses and enrapturing her docile flesh. Hinata purred in satisfaction as Naruto bent her over, taking only enough care to avoid knocking their breakfast off the table. Adroitly he unsheathed his cock, then pressed it home between her thighs.Hinata’s body was luxuriant. Familiar, but no less wonderful for this familiarity. He had explored every inch of her, and he knew her top to bottom. But still he marveled at her beauty, her softness, her entrancing grace. Cheeks of alabaster were garlanded with rose, and long and silky strands of lavender spilled across a supply sculpted back. It was a body fit to be immortalized in portrait, poem, and bust: the figure of a goddess, the body of his wife.“Mmmm! Oh, Naruto~” tittered Hinata, flush and gladly smiling as her husband groped and kissed her. His lips hungered at her nape, his hands roved her hills and valleys, and his hardness ground at teased at the precipice of need, so close to piercing through and fulfilling her desire. “You’re always so energetic. Even first thing in the morning…”She purred, rolling her wide hips. Her upper body splayed so pleasingly across the tabletop, br@@sts overflowing the confines of her apron to spread and slap the tablecloth. Puffy nipples dragged across the ridges of embroidery, tingling as they traced the woven floral patterns. Her apron could not contain this bosom, for scarcely any garments could, and she was glad to feel Naruto’s coarsely bandaged hand remind these br@@sts who claimed them. “What can I say?” Naruto rasped, tongue flitting over Hinata’s collarbone. His native hand slid across her inner thigh, circ@mnavigating Hinata’s hips to stroke and further tease her p@ssy between his prodding thrusts. Humorously self-effacing, he quipped: “The one thing I’ve got going for me is stamina.”Thrills racked and twisted Hinata’s frame, Naruto’s eager lips and skillful hands knowing her too well not to zero in on her weakest points. He had practiced every kiss and stroke; he knew all her vulnerabilities. She could muster no defense when Naruto got serious, and she loved the way he drove her wild and left her weak and tingling.She could sense no diminution of her husband’s eros. His appetite was enormous, and to that beastly libido she was but a tiny morsel. Delicious and desirable, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. Despite his private reservations, Naruto was hard and fierce. Despite the meal he had enjoyed just yesterday, his manhood was just as ravenous as Hinata ever felt it.“Please,” Hinata moaned, smiling at this confirmation. “I want it, Naruto…”“Just a little,” said Naruto. “You’ve got a mission to do, so we can’t have you passed out under the table. That’ll have to wait for tonight~”Mmm! It was rare to hear that devilishness in Naruto’s voice these days. He had long since mellowed and matured past the puerile pranks of troubled youth, but he still had a touch of the trickster lurking in him. This side of him only showed itself in bed, and only when he was feeling frisky. He could be such an awful tease…!It drove her f@ck@ng wild.“Narutoooo…” Hinata whined. She pressed her hips back unto him, too impatient to wait for him to take initiative. She was too h@rny to endure a playful wait. Hinata wanted Naruto, and she would have his d@ck. “Ngh!”She forced it into her. Naruto groaned, then chuckled, but he only squeezed her tighter. A shiver told how good it felt. Too good to pull out and prolong her wait. He too was impatient; he was also h@rny.“You want it that bad, huh…? What’s got you so frisky today, Hinata?”“It’s because it’s Valentine’s Day,” Hinata only partly lied. “I’m just so excited for tonight… mmm…! I’ve been looking forward to this all year…“It was so close. She was close! It was almost frightening how good this felt. Her mind flooded with thoughts of the fun she had in store for Naruto tonight, and with those mental images swirling through her head, she felt her body hot and ready.Of course, it didn’t hurt that Naruto was f@ck@ng her so splendidly! Despite his words, it felt like he would not stop until his wife had melted into a puddle, and she would hardly fault Naruto if he went “too far”.His bandaged hand released her tender bosom, and his breath traversed her cheek. He cupped her chin, stooping low to angle their gazes toward a steamy meeting. Hinata felt her breath escape: a whine, a plea, a lover’s aspiration. She arched her back, torturing her spine to try and reach her husband’s lips—but Naruto made it easy for her.A puff of smoke bloomed across the table. Naruto thrusted, shoving Hinata toward the edge—toward his shadow clone’s waiting cock. This would be Hinata’s breakfast, and it was her favorite. With a smile, she opened wide, swallowing Naruto’s cock. It was as real as the original, and she knew it was him. Naruto would feel everything she did with one of his shadow clones, and the only downside with them was that their s@m@n would evaporate once the clones dispersed.Of course, that could be convenient when Hinata had to go somewhere afterward. If she and Naruto got too frisky and had a shadow clone bukakke, once the clones were gone, she would be… well, mostly clean. This wouldn’t get rid of her own sweat (or other fluids), or the real Naruto’s cum. She would also still need to straighten out her hair and clothes, as well as any smudges to her makeup (not that she wore much).Regardless, the important thing was the breakfast sausage proffered for her to savor. Hinata slurped and suckled, enjoying the taste of her husband’s cock, and still more anticipating his doubled @rg@sm. His clones usually dispelled once they came, and Naruto would be hit with all the stimulation at once, which would often mean he then came. Whenever Naruto started using shadow clones in bed, he became a bit of a glass cannon—he could swiftly overwhelm her with an assault from every end, but he also exposed himself to that much more stimulation.…Although between his exceptional Uzumaki vitality and his accelerated recuperation as a jinchuuriki, this was hardly a real weakness. Naruto’s refractory period was measured in seconds, and once he got going, it could take him hours to finally go soft. Hinata had her own advantages, though, and she was not afraid to use them…In terms of sex appeal, her body was a lethal weapon. It was her greatest pride as a wife and lover, and she wielded it without mercy. Titanically her hips rolled back, melding with Naruto’s lust. Her br@@sts lewdly squashed and rippled, and she gripped them with lithe, skillful hands, making of her body a most alluring show. Adroit and flexible, she twisted and she ground, and with flawless breath control, she sucked and licked and serviced her husband’s cock.His echoed moans of pleasure were music to Hinata’s ears. Encouraged by Naruto’s bliss, she passed her tongue down his shaft, knowing all his weak points as well as he knew hers. Her byakugan made it effortless to gauge his response to every touch, and if Naruto knew empathically how best to make his wife feel good, Hinata knew the same for him by analytical means. A lick here, a kiss there, her lips and tongue a conduit for erotic chakra. A kunoichi’s bedroom arts she fused with the Hyuuga’s gentle fist, reaching new heights of injutsu to make her man feel good.Hinata would have loved to drag this out a while longer, but she knew better than to indulge too much, too soon. If she took her time with Naruto this morning, then either it would expand to consume their whole day, or Naruto would lose control and leave her a sopping, brainless mess. She would love for this to happen, and she hoped it would—tonight. But she still had a mission to carry out. She still had a few more things to arrange.So they could go all out tonight, she had to make it quick this morning.Besides…She couldn’t hold out much longer. It was a close call, already! Hinata gave Naruto’s clone the best her lips, her tongue could do, and to Naruto she provided all the finest of her hips, her sex. A cooling breakfast was forgotten, for the true meal was each other’s bodies. Naruto thrusted faster, faster, egged on by Hinata’s voluptuous gyrations, and Hinata felt herself go dizzy under crashing waves of bliss.With a final, gentle kiss, she brought his clone to @rg@sm. Naruto’s double staggered back, a salivated cock spasming in his tensed up grip, and over Hinata’s flush and smiling face he shot his thick and salty ropes. With his clinging scent Naruto marked Hinata’s cheeks and bosom, and Hinata caught as much of the kage bunshin’s cum as possible on her tongue.A moment passed, Naruto thrusting fervently, knowing it would be but a moment more before the ecstatic memories crashed over him. For the span of two breaths and one more blink, Naruto’s shadow clone stood flush, sweaty, and plentifully coming. Hinata savored the taste for as long as it could last, the feel of s@m@n on her skin, the smell of sex and her husband’s body.Then—the shadow clone evaporated. With the clone vanished all its cum, leaving only a phantom aftertaste. But with its disappearance, Naruto gasped and tensed. Subjected for an instant to the present bliss of Hinata’s sex and the sensory explosion of her suddenly remembered f@ll@t@@ and his clone’s @rg@sm, Naruto closed his eyes and let himself erupt.He came inside Hinata, and this was real and permanent. His sweat and hers mingled twixt their lewdly shivering bodies, and his s@m@n filled his wife as naturally as breathing. It was enough, for just a moment, to make Naruto slacken. Hinata knew she had to take this chance, or temptation would consume them both.“Mmm… I wish we could spend all day like this,” sighed Hinata, extricating herself. She slipped off the table, adjusting the disheveled apron and her own messied hair. “But I really must be going, sadly.”Naruto almost pouted. He stared at his wife, flush and sweaty and glowing. A manhood fleeting satiated, barely starting to soften, regained its full and fearsome hardness. Hinata smiled, feeling truly wicked indeed.“You’ve got me all worked up,” Naruto said. “Can’t we go a little longer?”Hinata giggled and blew Naruto a kiss.“Consider it a preview for tonight. I know it’s so hard for you to wait… but don’t worry. I won’t blame you if you lose your patience~”Naruto stared at her intently. If Hinata were not so good and tender a woman, he would have lost his patience indeed. But even with as selfish as he felt right then, enough of sense returned with orgasm for him to blush and waver.“Will your mission take long?”“You should know!” Hinata giggled. “All the dispatches go through you. It’s a simple D-rank. I’ll be done in time for dinner.”To Naruto, that felt like far too long indeed. He cursed himself for not paying closer attention to the dates on the mission requests. But Hinata was too diligent to foist the mission off on someone else. He would just have to wait.But it felt impossible to wait for that long…Hinata spared one last, smiling look for her husband’s twitching, drooling member. She knew this was not enough to satisfy him. Doing it only once would leave him with terrible blue b@lls, and he would be pent up, impatient, h@rny.The Lord Hokage’s wife discreetly licked her lips, thinking of all the plans she had set in motion. It felt a little cruel to tease Naruto like this, but…The outcome would be worth it.Thinking with anticipation of tonight, and even more so of everything her husband would surely get up to today, Hinata blew him one more kiss.“Have fun❤”With a puff of smoke, Hinata’s shadow clone dispersed.The original paused on her way to the mission center, and then smiled ruefully—expectantly. Naruto would be intense tonight.And she would deserve every second❤'
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