Chương 21: Chapter 21 : Why Do I Feel Like This?
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To Be Hokage - Chapter 21 : Why Do I Feel Like This?
Kushina slowly walked as she emerged from the entrance of the onsen. Her senses are still enwrapped in the tranquil sensations of the bath and massage, and her body feels rejuvenated as she steps out. Her eyes sweep the surroundings, and they inevitably land on the Daimyo. She notices he is waiting for her at the same spot she had last seen him before entering the onsen. 'Was he waiting here this whole time?' She thought as she slowly moved towards him.
"Kushina-san, you look as radiant as ever. I hope you enjoyed the onsen services. It might not be our best, but hopefully, it is still to your liking." Daimyo speaks as he looks at the oncoming redhead. He can clearly picture her nude body that he had seen a few minutes prior. His imagination, running wild, had already started to undress her. He let out an innocent smile as he spoke with her as he imagined her naked again under this single piece of clothing.
Her cheeks color slightly at the compliment, and she responds with a gracious smile. "Thank you, Daimyo-sama. The onsen was truly wonderful, and I appreciate the thoughtfulness that went into arranging this for me," she replies, her voice carrying a note of sincerity as she gives a slight bow, careful not to bow too much. She felt a tinge of blush on her cheeks as she felt her breasts moving more freely, feeling a bit self-conscious about not wearing any underwear.
Ryuki's observant eyes take in Kushina's form as she approaches him, her yukata flowing gracefully around her. The gentle sway of the fabric draws his attention, more specifically, his imagination, undressing her. 'Why couldn't the show have continued a bit longer?' He thought as his gaze instinctively traced the delicate curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders, and the subtle dip where her collarbone meets her chest. His eyes linger for a moment longer as they land on the expanse of exposed cleavage; a soft flush touches his cheeks as he realises the allure of the moment. His thoughts flicker to the fact that she isn't wearing any undergarments beneath the yukata, which makes it even more difficult to pull his gaze from her.
'I should have kept some other dresses there, maybe some other time,' he muses inwardly, mentally chastising himself for not considering it in his plans. The yukata, though modest by design, now seems to carry an air of intimacy that he hadn't anticipated.
He nodded as he heard her reply and said, "Allow me to take you on a scenic route through my compound, Kushina-san", his tone laced with charm as he hid his real thoughts. 'Though I wonder if she is still in the after-effects of herbs and my delicious sake.' He pondered.
Kushina, feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable, didn't know whether to accept his offer or not, 'I can't really outright deny him right now,' she thought.
With a hesitant nod, she agreed, her eyes shifting to the ground for a moment before lifting to meet his gaze. "Thank you for your kind offer," she murmured, the words carrying a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.
Kushina's internal struggle persisted as she trailed behind Daimyo, her thoughts in a constant whirlwind. The vulnerability she felt going commando beneath the yukata was undeniable.
As they began their walk through the sprawling gardens, Daimyo's words about the flora and fauna seemed to melt into the background. The verdant beauty surrounding them was a stark contrast to the tempest of emotions brewing within her. She kept her steps measured to avoid any accidents.
Her inner conflict was mirrored by the cool breeze that whispered through the leaves, brushing against her skin and between her legs as she walked. The sensation brought her back to the massage, to the tender yet electrifying touch that had sent shockwaves through her senses. She couldn't help but feel her cheeks warm up just from thoughts.
"Did you know that this garden is over a century old?" Daimyo's voice broke through her reverie, and she realized he was speaking about the impressive trees surrounding them. She managed a small smile, her thoughts still wandering.
"Truly remarkable," she responded, her tone polite as she tried to focus on the conversation at hand. Her mind, however, had a mind of its own as it slipped back to the sensations that had coursed through her body earlier. The memories played like a gentle melody in the background, each note resonating with her growing awareness of his presence beside her.
She followed Daimyo, and he led her through huge gardens, pointing out various plants and trees along the way. She tuned out his talks about the herbs and plants here and how old the big trees were supposed to be. Her mind was more directed at the feeling of cool air between her legs as she walked, especially her lower lips that had been just massaged and then were touched by her. In a way, she couldn't help but feel excited by this, though she tried to keep the expressions showing on her face.
As they strolled through the garden, Daimyo's attempts at conversation continued, his words weaving a tapestry of polite inquiries and anecdotes. Kushina, however, found her mind wandering, the weight of the situation, and her own conflicting emotions making it hard to engage fully. She offered smiles and nods, her replies carefully measured, all the while trying to maintain an air of composure.
"Your thoughts on the state of trade between our lands are quite insightful," he remarked, his tone diplomatic. "It's refreshing to hear such perspectives."
Kushina's lips curved into a gracious smile as she responded, "I'm glad my observations could be of value." Her attention, though, was far from the topic at hand. The fabric of her yukata grazed against her skin with every step, the sensation serving as a reminder of her lack of undergarments. Her cheeks warmed at the thought, and she shifted her focus to a nearby flowering tree in an attempt to distract herself.
Daimyo's occasional glances, however, didn't escape her entirely. His gaze seemed to linger in places that made her heart race uncomfortably. She felt the weight of his attention on her exposed cleavage, and a mixture of self-consciousness and curiosity fluttered within her. Kushina tried to ignore his gaze as it seemed unconscious enough. She kept her responses short and sweet, wanting to get the uncomfortable encounter over with as quickly as possible. Ryuki, on the other hand, was having a hard time controlling himself as his gaze lingered on her, especially her cleavage. Her breast, without any support, jiggled, which enticed him more. Coupled with the show he had earlier, he was barely holding himself at jumping at the redhead.
As they walked through the serene garden, their path led them to an open training area where a group of men were engaged in various physical activities. Kushina's gaze swept over them, immediately recognizing the head guard among the group. The men were shirtless, their tanned, well-defined muscles glistening with sweat as they practiced their techniques, their bodies moving with grace and power.
Kushina couldn't deny the appeal of their display of strength and agility. The men were definitely bigger and ripped than most Konoha shinobi. While they may not have been trained shinobi, their dedication to their roles was evident in their disciplined movements. She found herself captivated by their forms, her eyes tracing the contours of their muscles and the sheen of sweat on their skin. It was an unusual sight, one that stirred something within her, a mix of admiration and an unexpected flicker of desire.
Daimyo's voice brought her back to the present, his words filled with a sense of pride as he introduced his guards. "These are my men, Kushina-san. They are sworn to protect me."
Her attention shifted to him, a polite smile on her lips. "They seem skilled and dedicated," she replied, her voice carrying genuine appreciation.
As she glanced back at the training men, she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that lingered within her. Their physical prowess and the display of their bodies had ignited a spark of something she hadn't expected. She took a subtle deep breath, her cheeks slightly flushed as she tried to quell the sensation that had risen within her. The allure of their strength and the raw masculinity on display were undeniably captivating, and she found herself caught in a moment of contemplation, the pulse of desire echoing softly in the back of her mind. She quickly suppressed the wayward thoughts.
In the training ground, Yumeki, the head guard of the Daimyo, had wasted no time and made his way to the training ground as soon as the captivating show in the onsen had concluded. His eager anticipation had driven him to make a beeline for the training grounds, the excitement evident in the sweat that glistened on his forehead. He had been eagerly waiting for this moment; soon, his 'boss' and the intriguing woman he had deemed a 'slut' would be here. Yes, he started to call Kushina slut
The image of the naked redhead had imprinted itself on his mind, a memory that refused to fade. Every detail, every curve, every tantalizing glimpse of her had left an indelible mark. The memory of her in the onsen had been seared into his mind, replaying again and again. He couldn't concentrate on anything else, his imagination running wild with the possibilities. He couldn't focus on his surroundings or his duties – all he could see was her. He had to have her; having seen her in the onsen had made him more thirsty than quenching it. The training grounds became a canvas upon which his fantasies and desires played out, the memory of her body igniting a hunger he couldn't ignore.
Bare-chested and glistening with sweat, Yumeki stood in the training grounds, his body tense with anticipation. He had chosen one of his fellow guards as a partner, someone who shared his excitement and willingness. They exchanged knowing glances, an unspoken understanding passing between them as they started to spar.
As he sparred, his eyes remained fixed on the path that would lead the boss and redhead slut to him. His heart beat in sync with the rhythm of his desire, each second feeling like an eternity.
Yumeki's attention sharpened as he noticed his boss and friend approaching, accompanied by the captivating redhead he had been eagerly waiting for. His gaze was drawn to her, his eyes subtly tracing her figure as she walked alongside his boss. 'That outfit is too good for whore like her. I would have made her wear something more appropriate for someone like her' he thought as he looked at her, knowing fully she was going commando. Like his boss, he couldn't help but imagine the absence of any undergarments beneath it. The memory of her nakedness in the onsen resurfaced, igniting a simmering desire within him. He starts imagining undressing the redhead in his mind and dressing her again but this time in different outfits. a belly dancer, a micro bikini, or just naked with a dog collar around her neck. 'That would fit better on this arrogant bitch.' He inwardly grins.
As he continued his spar, Yumeki's internal world was a maelstrom of thoughts and vivid images. He imagined her beneath him, her breath hitching as he explored her body and thrust inside her, thoroughly dominating her. Her stoic expression only fueled his imagination and made him more turned on, and he found himself unconsciously licking his lips as he relished in the fantasies he had conjured.
He stops his spar and makes his way towards them; he hears his boss boast about the men in his service, pride evident in his words. Yumeki saw her turn her gaze towards him, her eyes locking onto his figure. His bare chest was glistening with sweat, and his body bore the marks of his training. He knew she was looking, and he couldn't help but imagine the thoughts that might be crossing her mind. The memory of her nakedness in the onsen stirred something primal within him, a desire he couldn't ignore.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Yumeki took a purposeful step forward, approaching the pair with an air of confidence. He met her gaze squarely, his own filled with a mixture of intensity and anticipation.
"Namikaze-san," he addressed her, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken desire, "Would you spar with me?"
The challenge he presented was subtle yet charged with underlying meaning.
His words hung in the air, laced with the invitation that went beyond a mere friendly spar, not that Kushina realized. He was well aware of the tension between them, even if it was one-sided. He was bold, unafraid to take a step closer to the forbidden, to the desires that simmered beneath the surface.
Kushina's gaze met his, her expression blank and stoic as she regarded him. Her response was polite, but Yumeki could sense the underlying currents in her voice.
"Thank you, but some other day," she replied, her words both a polite refusal but quite firm.
Kushina's gaze shifted from Yumeki back to the daimyo, who had nodded in response to her unspoken question. With that confirmation, he resumed their journey through the training area, the daimyo guiding her along the path. The air around them was filled with a mix of tension and unspoken thoughts, an undercurrent of something ominous that seemed to linger beneath the surface of their interactions. If it had been a standard scenario, she would have accepted the challenge, but she would in no way accept it in her given state of dress.
Yumeki couldn't help but feel seething. 'This damn woman, who's she to deny me ?' he thought as his desire only grew stronger with each passing moment, as did his anger. The memories of teenage Kushina and her friends breaking his hand came to his mind 'damn, it's like that over again. This slut dares to look down on me. I will not let her leave that easily . he gritted. He looked at the retreating form of the slut and signaled his men.
His training partner came to him, and Yumeki quickly picked the man up as if he weighed nothing and threw it towards the retreating form of a redhead.
As Kushina turned to walk away from the training grounds, her senses tingled with the awareness of movement behind her. Her eyes widened at the sight of a body flying toward her. She instinctively moved aside just in time, pulling the daimyo alongside her. Yumeki's partner missed her by a hair's breadth.
'Did he just throw a man? ' She thought as she looked at Yumeki, more specifically his well built muscles. Yumeki's frustration is evident in the aggression of his attack. The tension between them was palpable, a mixture of tension and anger that hung in the air.
"You must maintain better discipline on your men, Daimyo-sama," Kushina spoke to Ryuki as she looked at Yumeki. Her tone was firm, her eyes reflecting her seriousness. This was an unprovoked attack and they almost took out their leader.
Before Ryuki could respond Yumeki opened his mouth "I didn't think the next Konoha Hokage would shy away from challenges. But it's understandable. I have beaten many Konoha shinobi here, and in the end, you are just a kunoichi. And kunoichis aren't even considered powerful. Guess you got the role due to your husband's connections or some other reason." Yumeki taunted before Kushina could respond.
Kushina felt the veins on her forehead almost burst; she didn't like what he was implying. She wanted to avoid any physical activity due to her current predicament. But she didn't like how this man was speaking. He was insulting not only her but the whole Konoha, especially Kunoichis. She couldn't take this talking down.' Guess I will have to teach him a lesson,' she thought. So, despite her current commando state in this yukata, she got ready to fight.
"You want to fight? Bring it on, Dattebane !!. I will show you what kunoichis can do," Kushina said.
'Yeah, suck my dick and get fucked. That's what they are all good for,' the guard thought as he smirked seeing her. "I have seen what kunoichis can do. They are weak, and I have beaten my fair share of them," he gloated as he signaled his men.
'Why do I feel I have seen his arrogant face and heard him somewhere?' Kushina thought as she heard his comment about kunoichis, but before she could think further, four other guards rushed at her, their intentions clear. Despite their size, they lacked the finesse and training of true shinobi. Kushina's training kicked in, her body moving with fluid grace as she easily sidestepped their clumsy attacks. With calculated precision, she dispatched each guard with a combination of strikes and well-placed kicks, making efficient use of her taijutsu skills.
One of the guards attempted to grab her from behind, but she smoothly twisted out of his grip and delivered a swift elbow to his midsection. Another guard lunged at her, aiming a punch at her face, but she deftly ducked under his arm and countered with a sweeping kick that knocked him off balance.
Throughout the fight, Kushina's movements were deliberate and controlled, mindful of the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath her yukata. She avoided any unnecessary acrobatics that could potentially unveil her private to the world. Her mind was focused on the fight, her instincts and training guiding her every move.
With calculated precision, she expertly sidestepped their attacks, using their own momentum against them. A swift kick to one guard's shin sent him stumbling, and she made quick work of the other, efficiently disabling him without causing any lasting harm. Her movements were measured, careful not to overexert herself, especially given her lack of undergarments beneath the yukata. However, she couldn't help but stop how her breasts jiggled with each of her movements. She had to check her speed just to keep her breasts from spilling out of her cleavage. She had more than one time noticed how one guard had been rooted to the spot with his eyes focused on her jiggling breasts. She had controlled her anger at blatant staring and simply knocked out the fool.
'Men are such pigs.' the moral voice in her head spoke.
'But you have to say that it is all so hot. You are fighting while going commando. Especially with their sweat-covered body and that lust-filled gaze,' The naughty voice purred.
Kushina couldn't help but agree with this voice; this was really exhilarating. She could feel the air touching her between her legs with each movement she made. The way her unsupported breasts jiggled made her almost give in and let them pop out of their captivity. She couldn't tell if it was adrenaline or something else as she became more excited with each passing moment.
She controlled flush on her face as the final guard charged at her, Yumeki's voice echoed through the training grounds, commanding him to stop. Kushina's gaze shifted towards him, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion of the fight. Yumeki's expression was a mixture of surprise and something else, something that made her heart race.
The momentary distraction was enough for the guard to close in on her, but she reacted swiftly, using his momentum against him. She stepped to the side, grabbing his arm and using his own force to flip him onto the ground. In a matter of seconds, the fight was over, the four guards lying defeated around her.
Then, out of nowhere, she felt hair on the back of her neck. It was only thanks to her years of experience and high reflexes that she managed to dodge Yumeki's hands by a whisker. His body was covered in small chakra. 'He can use chakra? It seems he has some basic training,' she thought as she got ready to fight. She dodged another punch. His speed seemed to be much greater than his counterparts, but nothing she could handle. He was big and burly and had a fit physique as her eyes unconsciously trailed on his sweat-covered muscles. She quickly focused her attention on the fight. 'It seems his boasting about beating shinobis is true; with this speed, he can easily beat some good chunins and even low jounins, but that's given he's head of security of this nation's daimyo after all,' she thought, dodging another punch.
Yumeki was getting frustrated; he hadn't thought the fight would go like this, and looking at the redhead, it seemed she was barely trying, so he jumped back, gritting his teeth.
As he stood a few steps away from the redhead, taking deep breaths, his expression was a mixture of surprise and newfound respect, albeit not by choice. He had witnessed firsthand Kushina's prowess, her skill in combat undeniable despite her current state. He was sure she was not even trying. The fighter in him couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the woman who had so effortlessly dispatched his guards. His attention was also brought to the way her body moved, especially how her breasts jiggled in their thin confinement, ready to almost burst out with each movement. Oh, how he hoped to see her wardrobe malfunction and feast on those juicy mounds again. But that was not to be; she seemed careful enough, and he had seen more than one of his minions getting caught off guard by her breasts. He couldn't blame them. Looking at the still form of his minion, he could just shake his head.
Kushina took a deep breath, her senses still heightened from the adrenaline of the fight. She turned her attention back to Yumeki, who was now standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on her.
"You're quite skilled," Yumeki spoke, his voice holding a note of begrudging respect.
Kushina nodded, her breathing gradually returning to normal. "I've had my fair share of training," she replied, her tone neutral as she eyed him.
Yumeki's gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. "It's clear that you're not someone to be underestimated," he commented, his voice tinged with a hint of something else.
The air was charged with tension as they circled each other, their eyes locked in an unspoken challenge. She charged at him with the same agility that had helped her overcome the other guards. She was surprised he was able to follow her.
' Interesting, he can follow high chunin speeds,' she thought.
The clash of their movements echoed through the training ground as they exchanged blows. Yumeki's strength and experience were evident, but Kushina's agility and determination were formidable. Kushina toyed with him as he tried to hit her. She was truly enjoying this fight; the adrenaline coursing through her veins made her forget about the tensions. The sound of his wavered breaths and missed strikes filled the air.
'It doesn't help he is such a good piece of muscles, ' her inner voice comments as she licks her lips.
'Shut it,' she spoke as her eyes unconsciously landed on his ripped, sweaty body.
'See how his chest moves. Don't you want to feel them ?' her naughty voice spoke again with a giggle.
Kushina rested her eyes on that broad chest in front of her. unconsciously studying it with a touch of fascination. 'I-'
She stopped her internal conversation when reflexively dodged a punch by a hair's breadth, a punch that was going straight for her solar plexus.
"Tsk" escaped her mouth, 'that was close' as she thought with annoyance as her monologue with perverted voice was making her careless. 'This is taking too long'.
Kushina decided to end this before she could do anything stupid. She closed her inner conversations as she cleared her mind.. She tilted her head so that Yumeki's fist hit the air instead of hitting her face. With an iron grip on his wrist, Kushina stepped forward and put her other hand over his face, pushing his nose painfully up and forcing him to lean back.
A swift, calculated kick to the back of his knee made him lean even further, throwing Yumeki off balance and leaving him vulnerable. Kushina applied chakra to the sole of her foot to stick to the ground, and using Yumeki's knee as a foothold, she brought him to the ground before he could even react.
With her spleen giving a dull thud against the ground, she pounced on him with quick and precise movements. In a final, decisive moment, taking advantage of his weight and momentum, she pinned him beneath her, pressing her body to his chest with her knees on either side of him.
In the heat of battle, she had almost forgotten she was going commando. She barely managed to pin her yukata between her core and his bare chest. Her yukata had almost ridden up her mid-thighs. She controlled the blush showing on her face.
Looking around, the guards, once her challengers, were now humbled witnesses to her skill. And Yumeki, the head guard, lay beneath her as a symbol of her triumph.
CLAP * CLAP * CLAP
The sound of clapping got her attention, and she quickly jumped back; she saw Ryuki clapping as he made his way toward them. Him having quickly run away from combat as soon as guards had attacked her.
"Bravo Bravo, Kushina-san, I must admit, your skills are truly remarkable," Daimyo Ryuki praised with genuine admiration. He had thought Yumeki would have better sense than attacking a kunoichi like Kushina. He may despise her, but he knew she was a deputy Hokage and a Village like Konoha wouldn't have anyone at that post. Despite his wanting to see her defeated at his guard's feet, he knew it was just a wayward dream. But he still got a glimpse of her fighting. Though his eyes couldn't follow much of her fast movements, he did lick his lips when he saw her boobs jiggle with each movement she made. Those were truly something, he really wanted to go in and gobble them. As the fight ended, he decided to pitch in before the situation could go out of control.
"Looks like your guards need a bit more training," she quipped, her voice laced with amusement as she returned the favor of Yumeki's earlier remarks.
Yumeki's lips curved into a rueful smile as he gritted internally, his face stoic, but internally, he was burning. He didn't think she would be so much out of their league. He had thought being going commando, she would be self-conscious, but it seemed she was a true Kunoichi and not the ones he had been fucking these past few years. 'This slut, how dare she? Is she calling us weak? I am not weak, you slut.' he gritted as he heard her amused voice. 'Why is she so powerful? I will have my revenge slut.'
"Perhaps you could offer them some lessons," the daimyo replied in a playful manner.
"Perhaps or perhaps not," Kushina replied as she looked at Yumeki and his companions. "I'm not the one to reward indiscipline, especially if they are also so insubordinate.You need to keep them in line."
"Well, that's fair," Ryuki voices with an understandable nod "Allow me to apologise on behalf of my wayward servants. They wanted to test themselves against the might of the Hokage candidate. So sorry if they got a bit carried away," Ryuki pointed as he looked at Yumeki and the other guards.
"We are sorry, Kushina-sama," they all chorused, With Yumeki gritting and almost gnashing his teeth. 'I will show you discipline when I bury my dick inside to keep you in line and show you insubordination.' he thought mentally.
Kushina pondered for a bit before nodding and turning to daimyo, who nodded as they proceeded with their journey.
Yumeki seethed and gritted internally, vowing to have his revenge. 'Perhaps facing her head-on wasn't such a good idea.' He looked at the retreating form of a redhead. 'Damn, who knew she could fight so well. But it did feel good having her sitting on my chest. If only I could have been more powerful....'
"Yumeki-san, what should we do next?" the voice of Kentaro, his sparring partner, broke from his thoughts.
"We are done for the day," Yumeki replied. 'I have to fuck someone to release this frustration,' he thought as the idea of using Kushina's dress he had acquired recently came to his mind.
'Yes, that will do nicely; need to find some maid and dress her in the redhead sluts outfit and fuck their brains out,' he thought.
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Kushina and the daimyo finally reached near her quarters. Throughout the way, as they came to the more crowded part, she was conscious of the stares men gave her. She had been suppressing exhilaration and excitement from showing on her face, especially after the fight. The adrenaline seemed to be running high in her.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Kushina-san," Ryuki spoke as they neared her temporary quarters.
"Likewise, Ryuiki-san," Kushima smiled.
"Again, I'm really sorry for my men, but you know men sometimes, they can get over-excited," he piped another apology.
"It's nothing to worry about, Ryuki-san, no harm done," she replied politely. 'It was fun putting down those big men,' she thought.
"Well, we will meet again in a few hours for dinner; I will send someone to get you to the banquet," Ryuki spoke as Kushina nodded.
Kushina stepped into the room, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter she had just experienced. With a mixture of confusion, excitement, and a hint of embarrassment, she closed the door behind her, allowing a moment of solitude to wash over her.
Her gaze flickered around the room, settling on the inviting expanse of the bed. She knew she needed a moment to steady herself, to push away the lingering unease that had settled in her chest. With a sigh, she sank onto its soft surface, feeling the weight of the recent events gradually lift. With a determined expression, she reached for the scroll containing her supplies that lay nearby, unsealing it with practiced ease.
She quickly unsealed a scroll and looked to pick up a fresh pair of underwear. 'I can't take the risk of being going commando in this dress any further,' she thought.
As she picked up the fresh air of underwear, her eyes landed on the scroll she had received from Mikoto.
'What's she sent this time ?' She thought as she picked up the scroll, remembering similar events from the past. Curiosity finally got the better of her. She quickly unsealed the scroll, and a package was unsealed from the scroll.
There was a small sticker sticking carefully at the top of the package. She immediately identified Mikoto's beautiful handwriting.
'I knew you would require this. Now behold the Mikoto-Sama magic and thank me later,' the note read, accompanied by a whimsical cartoon rendition of Mikoto winking mischievously. The combination of thoughtful words and the charming drawing brought a smile to Kushina's lips.
Upon opening the package, Kushina's eyes widened as she beheld the contents within. Nestled among the folds of tissue paper were a couple of dresses that seemed to shimmer in the room's light.
As her fingers brushed against the fabric of the first dress, her heart skipped a beat. A rush of surprise and recognition surged through her as she realized it was similar to the one the daimyo had given her during her last visit. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her eyes landed on the name of the designer, a name synonymous with luxury and opulence.
"Mikoto, you didn't?" she murmured in disbelief, her gaze lingering on the exquisite craftsmanship of the outfit. The violet hue of the bodycon dress seemed to shimmer with a hint of mystery, a perfect match for her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and awe at the cost and quality of the dress, a gesture that spoke volumes about Mikoto's care towards her.
Her fingers traced the contours of the dress, her thoughts momentarily lost in the intricate details. She noted the long slit that gracefully started from her mid-thighs, adding an alluring touch to the ensemble. But what truly caught her attention was the bold design of the back. Almost entirely backless, the dress exuded confidence and sophistication.
Setting the first dress gently back on her bed, Kushina's eyes shifted to the second outfit in the package. A blush crept onto her cheeks as her gaze locked onto the vibrant red minidress. The color seemed to mirror the rush of emotions coursing through her veins.
"Mikoto!" she practically exclaimed, her voice carrying a mixture of surprise and amusement. As she lifted the red minidress, a small note caught her attention. With eager anticipation, she read the words scrawled on it: "Slay them, girl." The note seemed to capture the essence of the dress perfectly; it was indeed an eye-grabber if Kushian decided to wear it.
The dress itself was a sight to behold. Designed to be body-hugging and undeniably short, it screamed confidence and boldness. Kushina's initial thought was that this had to be a prank from Mikoto – a playful attempt to see her reaction. She would never be caught wearing this one in public, much less in diplomatic meetings like this one.
A smile tugged at her lips as she regarded the red dress, her fingers tracing its contours as if trying to unravel its mystery. While she entertained the thought that Mikoto might be pulling her leg, she couldn't shake off the idea that this dress could serve a purpose of its own. Her mind wandered to her husband, Minato, his warm smile, and the way he looked at her.
'Though this will definitely slay Minato-koi. I will keep this one for his next visit.'
she mused aloud, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. Her voice held a hint of playfulness as she contemplated the possibilities. The idea of surprising her husband with such a bold outfit tickled her imagination. She imagined his reaction, the way his eyes would widen and his cheeks would color.
With a confident grin, she placed the red minidress gently back on the bed, the fabric seemingly radiating its own energy. While it might not be suitable for official events, it definitely held a promise of intimacy and playfulness between her and Minato.
Among the array of surprises within the package, Kushina's gaze fell upon a set of matching underwear for the dresses. A soft sigh escaped her lips, accompanied by a gentle shake of her head. Mikoto's attention to detail never ceased to amaze her; she was fully comprehensive in all her tasks.
"Mikoto really thinks of everything," she murmured to herself, a mixture of appreciation and amusement tugging at her expression.
Picking her fresh pair of underwear, she entered the washroom and removed the Yukata she was wearing. As she put on fresh underwear, the sensation of the cool air against her skin brought a momentary shiver, and she couldn't help but notice the small, hardened points of her nipples. Putting the Yukata back, she walked back to the room, though she couldn't help but feel constrained somehow.
'Why did you put those on? It was so liberating ? and it's not like anyone in this room?' her inner naughty voice spoke.
'Shut it, you baka, we aren't some loose women from red light districts.' Her moral voice spoke from inside of her mind.
'Ho ho, as if you know what red light district women are like ?' The naughty voice fired back with an amused chuckle from the naughty voice.
'I Kno-ow,' the moral voice sputtered.
'Whatever you say, but coming back to liberation walking without underwear was so exciting. Come on, you have to admit, and those men had no clue, hehe,' the naughty voice exclaimed.
Kushina's thoughts lingered on the mischievous voice within her, and she couldn't help but nod inwardly in agreement. The memory of walking without underwear had stirred a distinct sense of excitement within her, one that she couldn't easily dismiss. The lingering glances from the men during her return had both embarrassed and exhilarated her, like a secret thrill shared only between her and her own audacity. A mischievous grin played at the corners of her lips.
As she reminisced about the event, her mind involuntarily wandered to the encounter with the daimyo's wayward head of security and his companions. A mixture of emotions flooded her – embarrassment, amusement, and a surprising hint of pride. She recalled how she had quite managed to disarm the situation, literally and figuratively, as she sat on his chest with a powerful sense of authority. Though she also remembered how her breasts jiggled and she had to control her movement to not just spill out of their confinements. She had noticed how her opponents seemed to have been captivated by their movement and how she had used their distraction to her advantage.
The vividness of the memory sent a warmth rushing to her cheeks, her face flushing at that intimate recollection. If it had been any other day, she would have passed it as another encounter with a prideful man who didn't know her strengths. But today was different. She was going commando at that time, and her core was also somewhat stimulated probably from the message earlier.
The vivid recollection of sitting on Guards' bare chest, with only the thin fabric of her Yukata separating her hot core rubbing on his chest, sent a rush of heat through her. The image of his "ripped naked sweaty" chest and the proximity of his warm skin to her own ignited a simmering sensation deep within her core. Her inner voice, in all its naughtiness, didn't hesitate to emphasize the particularly intimate position she had found herself in. Her inner voice playfully teased her, conjuring images that were both tantalizing and amusing.
The sensation of her hot core against his chest was an unexpected detail that she couldn't ignore. The clothing that separated them seemed almost inconsequential at that moment; the visceral memory would be forever etched into her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if he had felt the same intensity of the encounter if his heart had pounded against his chest as hers had. 'I hope not; there's no way they would have known I was going commando,' she placated herself as her face matched the color of her hair.
'God, I think I had seen his face somewhere,' she tried to remember where she had seen the guard but quickly changed the topic. 'And why do I feel like this? I'm married.' She thought with a shake of her head, trying to clear her mind.
'Well, thinking is not cheating. We are free to think whatever we want,' the naughty voice chanted in her mind.
As Kushina continued her mental deliberations and discussion with her inner self, she remained blissfully unaware of the hidden properties of the massage oil that had been used on her body earlier. Her thoughts ebbed and flowed like waves, caught between introspection and inner conflict. Little did she know that the soothing oil contained more than just herbal benefits.
In the heart of the Hot Springs Country, the unique herbs grown and cultivated by the daimyo's family held secrets that went beyond the realm of conventional massage therapy. These properties were carefully harnessed through a meticulous process, and the special oil was a result of generations of knowledge passed down to ensure its exclusivity. The oil wasn't just meant to relax and rejuvenate; it had an additional, albeit unintended, effect on the way one looked that was slowly beginning to make its presence known in Kushina's body.
Akari, the discreet maid who had assisted with the massage, had indeed spoken the truth about the oil's exceptional qualities. The mixture of these rare herbs, meticulously refined and blended, created a potent concoction that revitalized not only the body but also heightened nerve sensitivity and libido. It wasn't an instantaneous and overwhelming effect that would leave someone to lose their senses, but rather a gradual awakening of the senses. It was even a mild drug that would hardly raise suspicion.
Kushina's current state of mental turmoil was the result of oil taking its effect. It didn't help that the slightly cool air she encountered directly on her skin during her "walk" back had inadvertently worked in tandem with the oil's hidden properties. The cool air had acted as a catalyst, helping in activating the subtle yet undeniable effects of the oil. If she hadn't done anything strenuous during her walk or had worn full clothes the effects wouldn't have been this much pronounced.
As her heart rate picked up from the stimulating thoughts in her mind, the oil's influence began to intertwine with her thoughts and feelings. Her thoughts were focused on the moments of exhilaration and excitement normally that she would have suppressed or paid no heed.
Kushina's cheeks were flushed, a subtle warmth spreading across her skin. The thoughts that had earlier played out in her mind now seemed to be accompanied by a tantalizing undercurrent. The once-distinct voices in her head began to blur as her focus shifted toward the sensations coursing through her body.
She moved slightly on the bed, her skin tingling like every nerve ending was coming alive. The oil's influence was undeniable now, not that she knew, creating a gentle crescendo of arousal that she couldn't fully ignore. Her inner debate became more muddled as her body responded to the aphrodisiac's slow but insistent call. Her hands unconsciously go under her clothes to rub herself. She opened the sash of her yukata again as her hands reached inside her panties to trace her pussy.
"Aha chmm," she almost bit her lips to suppress her moans. 'God damn, Kushina, control your voice. What if someone hears you?' she thought, but her hands didn't stop as her other hand pinched her nipples as she shuddered and shuffled on the bed. She tried to remember her duties as a Konoha diplomat and the work she had to do back home. Still, instead, her mind inadvertently went to scenes from the spar, how the guards focussed on her each and every movement, and how her breasts almost burst out of their confinement.
'What would I have done if my yukata had malfunctioned?' For a moment, her mind constructed that very image. Standing there with her yukata open in front of a rowdy bunch of sweaty, muscular men, exposing her nude body to the brutes rushing at her. She felt a spasm of pleasure as she imagined all those guards surrounding her and staring at her like horny hungry dogs.
'Those men were all so well built. They were all likely chosen based on their body size. But that head guard could take the best body award, don't you think?' suggested her naught and pervy inner voice. 'That massive, muscular body. Marked and outlined by that layer of sweat, it was all a feast for the eyes.' The voice continued in a dilapidated breath.
'...It wasn't bad.' Kushina didn't completely agree with the voice but didn't outright reject it as her finger pushed inside her core while another pinched her nipple.
Then her mind went further in memory, one where she had one-on-one combat with him. That time, while dodging his attacks and toying with him, Kushina had a chance to get a closer look at the man. Arms thick as logs, muscles bulging and hard as if they had been sculpted. With a size and build that could easily overpower her and make her feel small. He was unusually tall, almost taller than Jiraiya, and more muscular than the tannin.
'I wouldn't be surprised if some of those kunoichis he claimed to beat would have let themselves be beaten just to be held down by that manly brute,' continued her pervy inner voice.
'you... you think?' asked the moral voice now even it seemed to be interested. The idea that different kunoichis had let themselves be beaten by that guy crossed her mind—the image of different women surely stronger than him being defeated on purpose formed in her head. None of the women looked upset about it. Rather, they looked excited and eager to be held down and subdued by that lout who used his large size and strong arms to hold them firmly in place.
'Yes, although sitting so dominatingly on him was also a great experience.' Kushina thought.
Her hands increased their mistrations as she remembered the look of defeat in her eyes. How he seemed so surprised as if he wasn't expecting that. 'Serves that big mouth brute right. What was he even implying that I got my position through some other ways?' she thought as she continued to rub herself. Her back arched from pleasure due to her ministrations as she imagined herself on his chest. Though she was cursing the man for making scant remarks about her character, the very fact escaped her mind as she rubbed herself in memory of the same man, which was what the man had implied.
Her mind replayed the part where she sat on Yumeki's chest, almost exposing her hot core on his chest. "His body was hard," she whispered in a shuddered breath, remembering how Yumeki's marked, beefy pecs felt when she sat on him.
'Very hard,' purred the perverted inner voice as if trembling with emotion. 'If our damn Yukata had been shorter, we could have felt it in the flesh,' she commented again with a hint of remorse.
Even though the scanty fabric of her yukata prevented direct contact between her skin and his muscled chest, it didn't stop her from having the flesh of her soft ass pressing against his hard chiselled, muscular, sweaty chest. Kushina wouldn't admit it, but sitting on Yumeki's chest was like plonking on a warm, chewy piece of wood. It wasn't something she considered unpleasant, rather she felt empowered and oddly intoxicating .
'If sitting on that manly, sexy chest was so nice, then lying on it might be better. It was so wide we could use it as a bed.' The inner voice's kinky suggestion caused a surge of pleasure as she imagined herself lying and cuddling on a strong body like that.
'Surely it would be something totally different than when we cuddled with Minato?'
Her imagination runs wild as she compares Yumekis' body to her husband's build. She found Minato was no match, but it was given that Minato was built for speed and was not buffed like the man she defeated.' I wonder how Minato would look with that body,' she thought as her imagination placed Minato's face on the guard's body. The result was immediate as she felt her core getting hotter just at that imagination. She squirmed as her fingers again entered her hot core as she increased her pace.
'If the yukata hadn't interfered, we surely would have enjoyed the full contact with that big, muscle-filled jerk. ahan hmm mhmmm' The naughty voice purred
'...' Her mind did not respond, but her fingers were busy rubbing and pushing in her folds as she imagined what she had heard.
"Ahan hamm ahan," she suppressed another moan, and her back arched with pleasure.
'And maybe you left a big wet spot on that sweaty skin, don't you think?' For some strange reason, her perverted inner voice sounded quite persuasive.
'No, I didn't…I... I don't think… I don't think so,' Kushina said to herself unsurely but didn't stop touching her body. The thought of leaving a wet patch on the guard's chest somehow turned her more as her fingers increased their pace. Her breathing deepened, the wetness between her legs grew, and her eyes closed momentarily as she absorbed the sensations. Shortly after playing with herself, she fell asleep.
Kushina's breathing deepened, her eyes drifting shut momentarily as she absorbed the sensations. Soon after playing with herself, she drifted to sleep.
Thankfully, the effect of oil was not permanent, but Kushina would surely feel her sensitive regions easily excitable for the next few hours at least, and she would not be able to find the exact reason behind it.
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In the halls of the Daimyo's chambers, the grandeur of the surroundings contrasted with the subdued atmosphere of the private conversation taking place. Yumeki, still flushed with frustration from his recent defeat, stood before his friend and boss. He had been called when he had just cornered a maid. Ryuki's gaze was both scrutinizing and amused as he looked at his friend. 'He seems to lose all his senses when he is around that redhead; guess he is still maddened about revenge,' He thought.
"I must admit, Yumeki, the oil had its effect on Kushina, albeit not to the extent I anticipated," Daimyo Ryuki remarked.
As Yumeki nodded, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Ryuki's lips as he continued, "And speaking of the effects, how did it feel with her on top of you?" His words were laced with a teasing undertone, eliciting a glare from Yumeki.
Yumeki's jaw tensed, and his expression darkened at the memory. "I didn't think she would possess such strength and skill. I had thought I could take her on, but I was wrong. I've come to realize that she truly is the real deal, deserving of the Hokage title," he admitted begrudgingly, his pride stinging from the defeat.
Ryuki chuckled heartily at Yumeki's admission, his amusement evident. "Ah, my friend, I did advise you against acting hastily. But it seems you got what you had bargained for, even if it wasn't in the exact way you had imagined," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "At least you got to experience her proximity, even if she had the upper hand. So, how did it feel with her on top of you? Did you at least manage to feel her up ?" He asked again.
Yumeki's cheeks flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. "Please don't remind me," he retorted, his thoughts flickering back to the moment of his defeat. He had been in a state of shock at how quickly she had pushed him down. He barely had time to do anything but be shocked and awed by her moves.
A determined glint entered Yumeki's eyes as he vowed to himself, 'Rest assured that redhead slut will receive what's due for her.'
"Well, you did deserve the beating, in my opinion. I mean, what were you even thinking of throwing one of your companions right towards me?" He asked with a mock glare. If this had been in any other nation, Yumeki might have been in trouble for attacking their own lord.
"It's not like you were in any trouble; she pulled you away with more than enough time," Yumeki replied in a plain tone.
Ryuki chuckled as his demeanor turned serious and he leaned in slightly on his seat, his voice carrying a note of authority. "Remember, my friend, we have a plan in motion. Exercise caution and trust in its execution."
Yumeki nodded in agreement, a newfound determination coursing through him. 'It's clear I can't go one-on-one against her in any straightforward way. The best case for my revenge is to follow the plan.'
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It was around half past seven when there was a knock at Kushina's doors.
After sleeping a bit, Kushina woke up and decided to get ready for a formal dinner despite not wanting it. Her face colored red at the 'shameful' act she had done. 'Shameful' acts like she had never dreamed of doing missions like these . Her thoughts still wandered around topics of sex and her experience in the day prior. Much to her chagrin, she still felt somewhat excited just about them.
Kushina admired herself in the mirror after meticulously doing her hair and tying it in a neat bun. The violet dress Mikoto had provided was a work of art, a vibrant canvas of fabric that would hug and display her every curve.
She paused momentarily, considering the choice of underwear that Mikoto had included. It matched the dress perfectly – a testament to her friend's impeccable taste. The thought of wearing such alluring lingerie made her cheeks flush, but she trusted Mikoto's judgment.
Slipping into the matching lace thong and halter bra, Kushina couldn't help but appreciate the comfort they offered. As she finally put on the dress, she marveled at how it accentuated her figure, making her feel both powerful and alluring. Her fingers brushed against the soft material of the dress as she adjusted it, ensuring it fit flawlessly.
She realized how the fabric of her new underwear felt like a second skin, and she had to admit that they did a fantastic job of not creating any visible panty lines. Her mind briefly wandered to the idea of incorporating such choices into her daily office routine, a daring yet enticing thought.
'The underwear choices Mikoto provided definitely go well with this dress; it doesn't show up on the surface as panty lines,' she thought.
'We should definitely wear these under our usual daily office routine. These are much more comfortable than your usual ones. And not to mention, they're incredibly sexy,' the naughty voice commented.
Kushina smirked at her own thoughts, realizing that she was strangely in agreement. She had previously bought similar underwear during the last shopping trip with Mikoto but had been hesitant to wear them in her regular office setting. 'Perhaps I can experiment,' she thought as she heard knocking at the doors.
Kushina opened the doors to find Akari standing there, flanked by one of her ANBU guards and Shitoryu-san. A warm smile spread across her face as she greeted her shinobi companions and then turned her attention to Akari.
"Is it time?" she inquired, a mix of excitement and readiness in her voice.
"Hai, Kushina-sama," Akari responded with a soft smile. Her gaze drifted over Kushina's attire, and she couldn't help but compliment, "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Akari," Kushina replied graciously, her cheeks lightly tinted with a blush. She turned her attention to her ANBU guard, acknowledging their presence with a nod. "I will be leaving now alongside Shitoryu-san," she informed the masked figure, who gave a silent nod in acknowledgment.
With her companions in tow, Kushina took a moment to gather herself, feeling a surge of confidence as she embraced the upcoming evening. Her determination shone in her eyes as she turned to Akari, a sense of anticipation dancing in her voice. "Lead the way," she instructed the maid.
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The banquet hall unfolded before Kushina's eyes, its opulent decor and grandeur almost overwhelming. Memories of the previous formal dinner echoed in her mind, yet there was a distinct air of exclusivity this time. The hall was adorned with lavish decorations, giving it an aura of elegance that resonated with the gathering's significance. The attendees, primarily the nobles who had participated in the earlier diplomatic discussions, were now mingling and exchanging polite conversations.
As she entered, Kushina couldn't help but notice the lingering glances directed her way. Her senses tingled with awareness as she became acutely aware of being the center of attention; she was the only young woman invited here as a guest in a room dominated by men. There were women but were mostly maids and attendants. The contrast was stark, and a mixture of discomfort and intrigue coursed through her. She was surrounded by a few older noblewomen who regarded her with curiosity, perhaps even a hint of envy.
'Thankfully, all those peskier ladies are not here, or they would be muttering again,' Kushina thought.
However, it was the men's gazes that were the most noticeable. She felt their eyes tracing the contours of her figure, their gazes lingering on her form. There was an undeniable awareness of her presence, a mix of admiration and desire that made her feel both self-conscious and emboldened. The dress Mikoto had chosen for her, despite its modesty, seemed to command attention effortlessly. Its design highlighted her assets subtly, revealing just enough to pique interest without being overtly revealing.
The fabric hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her curves and creating an aura of allure. With every step, the dress flowed around her gracefully, its slit revealing a hint of her leg as she moved. The neckline, though not too plunging, offered a glimpse of her décolletage, a contrast to her usual attire that leaned more towards practicality than elegance. She was sure men were looking at the bare back. That was the only thing she considered too exposed.
As she navigated through the room, she felt a mixture of emotions. The attention she garnered was exhilarating, and a spark of confidence ignited within her. She was a strong, capable kunoichi, and the looks she was receiving were a testament to her allure. It was a heady feeling as if the power dynamics of the room were subtly shifting, even if only for a moment.
Amidst the mingling, Kushina caught the eye of a few prominent Nobles from discussions during the day, their expressions ranging from intrigue to appreciation as they looked in her direction. She couldn't deny the satisfaction that came from being noticed for being an object of interest and admiration. Yet, amidst the thrill, she remained grounded in her purpose for the evening – to represent her village and contribute to the ongoing negotiations.
'I may not have wanted to attend this, but I could get used to this type of attention,' she thought. As the conversations ebbed and flowed around her, Kushina's senses remained heightened, trying to get any details she could use.
Amidst the sea of conversations and polite exchanges, She noticed the daimyo conversing with one of his nobles, his countenance dignified yet friendly. She noticed his head guard leaning in to whisper something in his ear. And then, as if guided by some invisible force, his gaze turned towards her.
He excused himself from his current conversation, traversing the room with a confident stride towards her. She could feel the gaze of other attendees following him as he made a direct line towards her.
"Kushina-san, you are here, and I have to say you look really gorgeous tonight," he greeted her with genuine admiration evident in his voice.
Her cheeks tinged with a faint blush at his compliment. "Thank you for having me, Ryuki-san," she replied politely, her voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and humility.
"It's our pleasure having you here. Come, let me reintroduce you to some of my court members. Some of them are more than eager to talk with you again," he offered, extending his arm in a gesture of invitation.
She smiled warmly, acknowledging his offer. As she followed him through the room, she couldn't help but notice the array of snacks and drinks being served by female servants, with some of the nobles indulging in sake and forming small gatherings to enjoy their conversations.
"Shitoryu-san, you can enjoy the party. Let me handle the talks with the nobles," she whispered to her companion, her tone laced with assurance.
"Are you sure about this, Kushina-sama?" he inquired.
"Yes, besides, it's not like there will be any significant talks tonight," she whispered back.
Her Jounin escort nodded in agreement, a grateful smile gracing his lips. He made his way towards the head guard of the daimyo, no doubt ready to engage in a more relaxed manner. Kushina's gaze lingered on guard for a moment, her mind going back to time when she rubbed herself she quickly moved her gaze away and turned her attention back to the daimyo.
'Well, at least someone can enjoy this party,' she thought as she followed after daimyo.
Daimyo led Kushina through the gathering, introducing her to various court members along the way. She noticed that some of these were the same individuals who had been asking pointed questions during the meeting earlier, giving the impression that they were not entirely aligned with Daimyo's interests. As introductions were completed, Daimyo's voice resonated in the air, drawing everyone's attention.
"Well, we are here to loosen up after a long day's meeting. Why don't you all join us at the table for dinner and drinks?" he suggested with a warm smile, his gesture encompassing the floor table for eight that the servants were busy preparing.
The nobles seemed pleased with the proposition, and they began making their way to the designated table, their expressions a mix of anticipation and camaraderie. Kushina followed suit, her eyes discreetly scanning the scene. Daimyo's presence exuded a sense of authority and ease, creating an environment that encouraged both relaxation and openness. She had to marvel at how a civilian could command such an aura. 'Well, it seems he has his moments,' she thought.
As the group settled around the low table, the daimyo's attentive gaze fixed on Kushina, and with a gesture, he pulled a zabuton for her. She gracefully took her seat in the seiza position, careful to ensure that the slit on her dress didn't ride up any further than her mid-thigh. It was then that she realised the nature of the bodycon dress was not exactly suited for such traditional seating arrangements. Sitting in this tight dress amidst the ease of the gathering was proving to be a challenge, but she maintained her poise.
Ryuki took the seat next to her, his presence reassuring as he engaged in light conversation. The table was soon filled with lively discussions, laughter, and the clinking of sake cups. The atmosphere was far more relaxed compared to the earlier formalities, and Kushina found herself drawn into the conversations as she heard nobles sharing anecdotes and insights with each other. Amidst the exchange of pleasantries and banter, she couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in daimyo's demeanour. He seemed no longer the solemn leader burdened by the weight of his responsibilities and cornered by nobles. He looked at ease, connecting with his guests on a more personal level as he took sips of sake after sake in small cups.
"Everyone, let's raise a toast in the name of our guest, Kushina-san," the daimyo says as he raises a small cup of sake. The nobles follow his command.
"I'm told she's the first female Kage in line in the whole of elemental nations," he added.
"Kampai," everyone at the table cheered.
Kushina smiled a bit, feeling blushing a bit as well.
"Thank you -Ryuki-san," she replied.
As the dinner progressed, the daimyo seemed keen on speaking to his nobles about Kushina and her accomplishments. He then lined his hand slowly, turning towards her. Kushina wasn't looking at him, but a sudden pat on her bare back immediately brought her attention. As she looked, she noticed daimyo's hand patting on her back; he smiled at her with reddened cheeks. 'It seems like a gesture of camaraderie —simple enough action, nothing malicious,' she thought.
Daimyo didn't remove his hand immediately; she felt a bit awkward with his hand on her bare back. If she hadn't chosen to wear this dress, she wouldn't even have minded that. She chose to attribute his actions to the alcohol flowing freely and tried to dismiss any discomfort she was feeling. 'He's not doing anything,' she thought, even though she felt some goosebumps on her skin.
The feast continued, and as more drinks were taken in by Ryuki, his attention and action on her seemed to grow bolder.
"You know Kushina-san hic. I think your and mine partnership will write a new history between our villages," he spoke as Kushina suddenly felt the weight of his hand resting gently on her exposed right thigh where the slit on her dress had started. At the same time, he engaged her in conversation as a laugh escaped his lips.
'He's definitely drunk. What should I do?' she thought, but just as she was about to remove his hand, he removed his hand, surprising her. 'Maybe it was an unconscious action, she relaxed. Despite the subtle nature of the touch, she couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine.
"I hope so, Ryuki-san," Kushina answered his question, trying to put some distance between them, but that was proving difficult given the space constraints around the table. All she managed to do was to move some inches away.
"Come on, Kushina-san, I'm told you are a quite powerful kunoichi, and you even defeated my personal guards as if nothing. So the diplomatic mission should be nothing for you," Ryuki spoke as he also moved toward her, their body almost sticking.
Her face heated up at the praise, and a smile formed on her face. "Thank you, Ryuki-san," she replied. She looked around and saw all the nobles seemed to be drunk enough and were talking and enjoying themselves.
As the evening wore on, She kind of liked how daimyo seemed to praise her, even if she didn't enjoy his close proximity. There were moments when his arm slipped around her waist, drawing her closer to him. She found herself torn between the discomfort of his familiarity and the realization that she couldn't outright pull away without raising eyebrows among the inebriated nobles. She had somehow managed to wiggle herself out of his grasp, which thankfully was innocent enough, even if not something moral. His close proximity was unnerving, yet a part of her was thinking about the intentions behind his actions.
Then, as daimyo to another cup of sake—a few drops of the beverage spilled onto her thigh. Before she could react, Daimyo Ryuki reached out, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he attempted to wipe away the errant droplets. Her breath caught in her throat, the combination of his sudden action and the almost intimate touch leaving her momentarily stunned.
Gaining her bearing, she pushed his hand away; thankfully, no one saw this as all this took below the table, and the nobles around the table were caught in their own world. Kushina found herself at a crossroads, unsure of how to navigate the situation. While Ryuki's actions were getting out of hand, they were deliberate yet discreet. They seemed to cross boundaries but were not something that Kushina considered outright offensive to take stern action.
Finally, the dinner started to seem to close as all the nobles started to leave. As one by one, Nobles left, the ones that were too drunk were taken by some attendants. Finally, it was only her and the very drunk daimyo at the table when Kushina started feeling grateful that evening was coming to an end; Daimyo was really getting bolder: "Thanks for dinner, Daimyo-sama." She spoke.
"Come to state a bit more. The night is still young," Daimyo sputters.
"Thanks for the offer, Ryuki-san, But I have to leave. "Kushina politely spoke as she stood up.
"Ah, Kushina-san hic call me Ryuki," Daimyo speaks as he stands or at least tries to stand, and he struggles to do so. Kushina saw him wobble, and suddenly, out of nowhere, he lost balance and stumbled towards her. Kushina tries to catch him and manages to do so but suddenly feels movement on her chest. She immediately looks down as her face grows red.
Her eyes grow wide as she looks down and sees Daimyo's big hands on her breasts over her dress; his right hand seems to move as his fingers cop a feel.
Daimyo's hands were on each of her breasts, and his face looked reddened with a goofy smile. Before she could push him away, there was a motion from his hands as his fingers generously squeezed her breasts,
GRAB * GRAB
"So soft, soft juicy hic," the daimyo speaks with a stupid smile on his face.
She stills for a few seconds; her mind goes to the event in the restaurant where she was groped by drunk men. It didn't help she felt her nipples growing harder under the dress; unknown to her, her body was still under some remnant effect of the oil. After a few seconds of haze, she pulls herself off as her blush forms on her face.
Before she could lash out at the daimyo, she noticed the daimyo's head caption coming towards them. His eyes landed on her, more specifically, how daimyo's hands were on her chest. She quickly pulls away as the daimyo stumbles from lack of support.
"Yumeki hic bring me more drinks hic. Pour some for Kushina-san too."
Yumeki comes and proceeds to give his boss support, pulling one of his arms across his shoulders. "I apologise for him, Kushina-sama; he can get carried away when he's drunk. He just can't handle alcohol."
Kushina hastily nods, still comprehending what had just happened, as Yumeki takes the daimyo away. She looks at their retreating form as they pass one of the doors. She didn't see Daimyo's face becoming normal as soon as his back turned towards her with a lecherous smirk forming on his face.
"What just happened?" she speaks out loud as she looks towards the exit. She stood there for a few moments, controlling her righteous feminine fury that was now bubbling underneath. 'Calm down, Kushina, I need to be in control,' She thought.
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"So soft yet so firm. Her scent is so intoxicating," Ryuki mutters as he steps away from Yumeki, walking on his own legs now.
"Didn't you go too far?" Yumeki asked, feeling jealous of his boss. 'Why couldn't I be the one to grab them?' he thought.
"I was just testing the waters. It seems she can be pushed a bit, and besides, I was subtle enough to confuse her, hehe," Ryuki pointed out.
Yumeki nodded, "Still, I'm surprised she didn't break your arm. Did the oil work, or was it something else ?" he spoke out loud.
"As I said, I was subtle enough, and you know me, I am a master at subtlety; she may be powerful, but so far, I have learned she is not good enough to handle subtlety. I'm sure if my nobles had not left, I would have been able to push more of her buttons. As for oil, I don't think so. It was just a normal version. It does not act so heavy," Ryuki added as they neared his quarters.
"Ah, alright, I hope you will consider getting involved in the plans soon as well," Yumeki added with a lecherous grin.
"All in due time, my friend, you will have your revenge," he looked at his friend. 'That's what you get to deviate from the plan and almost attack me. I think, I might goad you a little more if you don't fall in line.' He thought with amusement, having still not forgotten how Yumeki had thrown one of their men at him earlier the day. While he was not petty but He still needed to set boundaries straight.
"You will get her. All I could remember at dinner was her nude and wet body. But all went too well regardless of how I'm still feeling unsatisfied. Let's finalize tomorrow's plan." Ryuki added with a glint in his eyes.
"Of Course," Yumeki replied equally enthusiastically.
TBC
Ok, here's the next update. Sorry for the long delay, I had too many routes for this chapter so had to rewrite this several times. Hope I did justice. How as it well definitely not as hot as last one right but for all slow burn fans this is for you.
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