Shinho was sitting on the Hokage's chair, so the height was just right.
He reached out with both hands, wrapped them around Samui's waist, and let his right hand slide down slightly, resting on her tight skirt.
Shinho felt the texture of her blazer against his face, and his eyes shifted slightly.
From his position, he could see the delicate collarbone, the fair neck, and the skin below the open collar of Samui's white shirt.
He could confirm there were no straps of any kind.
He suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for the white shirt, which had to support such a heavy burden all on its own.
"Start the massage."
Listening to her quickening heartbeat, Shinho spoke.
"Yes."
Samui took a breath, placed her hands on his head, and began to gently knead.
However, feeling the warmth at such a close distance made the blush on her cheeks grow deeper.
She bit her red lip.
Once she got back, she was definitely going to have a talk with Mabui.
All of a sudden, Samui's body trembled.
Shinho's right hand had moved.
He slid it up along her skirt, past her waist, arriving at her abdomen.
With a light twist, he unfastened the button of her blazer, and the fabric naturally fell open to either side.
With no blazer blocking his view, only the thin white shirt remained.
"Ho… Hokage-sama…"
Samui's voice trembled with a hint of panic.
"What's the matter?"
Shinho didn't lift his head, still buried against her chest.
"…"
Samui hesitated, not knowing what to say.
"I was wondering if the pressure is okay for you."
Forcing down the strange feeling in her heart, Samui asked.
"You can go a bit harder."
Shinho caught a whiff of a pleasant fragrance and couldn't help swallowing.
"Yes."
Samui applied slightly more force, pressing on the back of his head.
The next moment, she suddenly froze.
She felt something slide across her skin.
"What perfume are you using?"
Shinho licked the corner of his lips, his gaze on her glistening skin.
"It… it's from Konan."
Samui's cheeks were bright red, her voice trembling.
Though her personality was somewhat reserved, she was still a young woman. Suddenly skipping right to this stage made her feel overwhelmingly shy.
"Konan indeed loves things like cosmetics,"
Shinho thought, recalling Konan's nail polish.
Anyone who joined the Akatsuki couldn't escape it.
It was hard to say if it was to enhance the group's style or simply Konan's personal preference.
"Mhm."
Samui collected herself and resumed the massage.
But having just been "ambushed" like that, her body felt tense. Her long, shapely legs in black stockings stood taut and together.
"Relax,"
Shinho said with a slight smile, giving her tight skirt a light pat.
Samui grew even more nervous, and her massage pressure became inconsistent, heavy one moment, light the next, losing her usual standard.
"You know, I should probably punish you for that,"
Shinho said, releasing her and leaning back in the Hokage's chair to watch her.
Her cheeks were flushed the color of a ripe peach, and the top of her white shirt was undone and wrinkled, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of fair skin.
"…"
Samui pursed her lips, frozen in place without knowing how to respond.
"It seems I really should punish you,"
Shinho said, grabbing her hand and giving a sharp tug.
Samui instinctively lurched toward him.
Fortunately, as a ninja, she reacted quickly and caught the chair's armrests before she could collide with him.
Shinho couldn't help the slight twitch of his eyelids.
Who turned on the high beams all of a sudden?
"What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?"
Shinho pinched her chin, his gaze drifting down to her soft lips.
Samui realized her current forward-leaning posture was extremely awkward, but she didn't dare back away.
Hearing Shinho's question, she sighed inwardly and simply closed her eyes, resigning herself to fate.
Shinho patted her arm and pulled her into his embrace.
Samui's body relaxed, leaning against him, her arms unconsciously circling around his neck.
In her daze, a thought floated through her mind.
This feels… not bad. It was surprisingly comforting.
Samui breathed in the fresh air, her first-kiss experience making her head spin.
Shinho, however, did not press further. He simply held her in a calm embrace.
Her body was lush and pleasant to the touch, like the finest pillow.
In terms of figure, the only ones who could compare to her were Tsunade and Hinata.
Shinho's gaze dropped lower. He could see the gentle swaying of her white shirt with each breath she took. Combined with her alluring scent, he felt a stir of restlessness.
"Ah!!" With a sudden gasp, Samui broke away from his arms, stepping back two paces.
"Sorry,"
Shinho said with a straight face. "With such a beauty before me, it'd be odd if I could remain perfectly calm."
"…"
Samui glanced at him, her pupils constricting.
She quickly averted her gaze, pressing her shapely thighs together and feeling her heart pound as it never had before.
"That's enough for today,"
Shinho said with a faint smile. "Remember to have Mabui come by tomorrow."
"Yes,"
Samui replied with quiet relief.
"See you tomorrow."
Shinho then used Fixed Immortal Travel gu, returning to the rear chambers.
Much to his surprise, Tsunade wasn't there.
Had she gone off to handle her job-related matters?
Fortunately, Shizune was already home.
Seeing her graceful figure, Shinho walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind.
Shizune was about to speak when she suddenly realized he was armed and was robbing her.
In no time, her black-stocking-clad feet left the floor.
"You jerk!"
Shizune finally found her voice. "D-dinner… it's not ready yet."
"No rush,"
Shinho said righteously. "We should burn some calories first so we can eat even more later."
…
Hokage's Secretary Office;
The new location was still right next to the Hokage's office.
While Shinho was taking Shizune to the nine heavens, Samui pushed open the office door and walked inside.
"Why did it take you so long? He didn't give you a hard time, did he?"
Mabui came up to her, her face filled with concern.
"No,"
Samui shook her head.
For some reason, she didn't feel much resistance in her heart anymore.
"Then why were you gone so long? Did something happen?"
Mabui studied her expression, asking.
"There is something,"
Samui said, looking at Mabui's dusky skin. "The Hokage wants you to come by tomorrow."
"Wha…what?"
Mabui went pale with fright.
"There's no use playing any little tricks in front of him,"
Samui sighed.
"Th-then… what should I do?"
Mabui instinctively grabbed Samui's hand, clearly panicking.
Though she was the cleverest secretary of Kumogakure, she was at a loss before Shinho. She couldn't muster up her usual boldness infront of him.
"Don't worry,"
Samui reassured her. "He won't actually do anything."
Just like earlier, she had assumed Shinho would go straight to the deed, but he hadn't.
That alone made her feel more favorably toward him.
Besides, even if he took advantage, he would at least find a pretext.
If there wasn't already a grudge between them, she might actually have initiated even.
But how long would that grudge even last?
Samui herself wasn't sure.
"Really?"
Mabui was still uneasy.
"At most, there might be a small punishment,"
Samui hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Just do what he says and you'll be fine."
"A small punishment?"
Mabui bit her lip subconsciously. "What kind of punishment?"
"…"
Samui looked away, trying to calm her racing heart. "Maybe have you give him a massage… or the exact opposite."
Mabui blinked in surprise.
Just a massage? And opposite? What does that mean?
That did sound like a minor punishment.
"Let's head home,"
Samui changed the subject.
"Mm,"
Mabui, though still worried, knew there was nothing more to be done for now. She'd have to face tomorrow as it came.
…
Night fell.
Tsunade returned home unhurriedly.
After discussing with Shinho earlier, she had gone straight into recruitment.
Because her department was somewhat special, she wasn't hiring ninjas but rather authors and film directors.
With her status plus Shinho's reputation, she quickly put a team together.
The reason she was home so late was that she'd been working on a script.
Tsunade opened the door and couldn't help rolling her eyes.
She heard Shizune's voice coming from the bathroom.
No need to guess what was happening to Shizune in there. She knew she was being cuked brainless.
Tsunade casually closed the door and headed toward the bathroom.
Inside, steam filled the air.
Through the glass, she could only vaguely see two overlapping silhouettes.
Tsunade took off her clothes and casually wrapped a towel around herself.
"Welcome home, Sensei,"
Shinho tilted his head to look at her.
Tsunade nodded slightly, a warm gleam flickering in her eyes.
She glanced at Shizune and asked, "How long have you two been in here?"
"Half an hour,"
Shinho replied, holding Shizune around the waist.
"No wonder,"
Tsunade licked her lips and stepped forward. "Let Shizune rest."
Hot water poured down from overhead, soaking Tsunade's golden hair.
The droplets made her skin glisten all the more brilliantly.
Hearing that was like salvation for Shizune; her expression lit up with relief.
This kind of grinding life really was beyond her endurance.
"Shizune-nee, why don't you go make dinner?"
Shinho set her down.
After half an hour of being suspended, Shizune finally felt solid ground beneath her feet and let out a long breath of relief.
She gave herself a quick rinse, changed clothes, and left the bathroom.
"I'll help you wash your back,"
Tsunade said with a sultry smile.
"Thanks, Sensei,"
Shinho replied, taking his time. After all, he'd just been fooling around with Shizune.
He turned around so his back was to Tsunade.
Tsunade removed her towel, walked up to him, and started scrubbing.
Shinho couldn't help raising a brow.
What an extraordinary bath sponge.
"How was work today, Sensei?"
Shinho asked, feeling her ample curves against him.
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