Shinho awoke in a humid and stifling environment.
He glanced at Hinata, whose was entwined around him, fimply docked, and couldn't help but smile.
Even in her sleep, she refused to let go.
Of course, Shinho was quite comfortable.
Hinata's figure was no less than Tsunade's; in his arms, she was the most realistic and superior body pillow, warm and soft.
Shinho felt like he was soaking in a hot spring.
The August sun was extremely bright, spilling in from the window and falling on Hinata's dazzlingly white back.
Shinho reached out, gently caressing her skin, faintly feeling a thin layer of sweat.
"Shi...Shinho-kun..." Hinata murmured, her eyes fluttering open.
She stared blankly for a few seconds before realizing what had happened.
Her cheeks turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her pure and shy expression, paired with her voluptuous figure, created a contrasting charm.
"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" Shinho asked, feeling somewhat triumphant.
Hinata sensed his movements, her long legs instinctively tensing.
She lowered her head and softly said, "Bearing children for Shinho-kun is...is what I should do."
From a very young age, she had envisioned herself as a virtuous wife and good mother. She had fully accepted her role last night, leaving nothing to waste.
"Really..." Shinho didn't know how to respond.
But on second thought, there wasn't really a problem. They planned to marry in December. Even if she got pregnant now, it wouldn't be too obvious by the time of the wedding.
"It's still early," Shinho glanced out the window, then flipped over, pressing against her. "And getting pregnant isn't that easy."
Before Hinata could react, she was once again plunged into a daze.
The sun began its descent. The cloudless sky gradually tinged with red clouds. Dusk had arrived.
Shinho raised an eyebrow.
Through his Territory Gu, he detected that Hanabi and the others had finished their training and returned home.
He looked down at Hinata, asleep in his arms, her face flushed, a dreamy and happy smile on her lips.
She was clinging tightly to him, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.
Shinho fell into thought. This situation wasn't suitable for them to be caught in. Just then, he sensed Hanabi heading towards their room.
Did this little sister-in-law always look for her older sister the moment she got home?
But if it was just her, it didn't matter.
Thinking this, Shinho didn't even bother getting up. After all, he didn't want to let go of such a comfortable body pillow.
A knock came at the door.
"Sister, are you in there?" Hanabi asked.
She had just inquired with the Hyuga guards at the gate and learned that neither Hinata nor Shinho had left the compound.
Of course, not leaving didn't necessarily mean they were home. After all, Shinho was powerful and could move without a trace.
But she still wanted to make sure.
"Come in," a familiar voice replied.
Hanabi's spirits lifted. She smiled and pushed the door open, then froze abruptly.
Shinho was lying on the bed, only his head exposed. In his arms was Hinata.
Although Hanabi was inexperienced, she had heard things. Her face instantly flushed scarlet.
She turned, slammed the door shut, and fled.
"From that reaction, she's definitely Hinata's younger sister," Shinho chuckled, no longer paying attention to Hanabi.
He shifted his position, lying Hinata to her side, burying his head in her bosom.
Shinho closed his eyes.
A warm fragrance filled his senses as he fell asleep. \
Only after he was sufficiently rested did he reluctantly leave her soft embrace.
He changed his clothes and, with a wave of his hand, set up a barrier around Hinata to prevent her from being disturbed.
Shinho opened the door.
Dusk had ended; the sky had darkened.
With a thought, he realized that Hiashi was still working late. Ever since Hinata took charge of the First Ninja Divison,, he had been working with renewed vigor, seemingly very dedicated.
The Hyuga clan, although considered a large clan, was dwarfed by the scale of the ninja division.
Hiashi, worried about Hinata's young age, had came forward to help in his daughter in her duties.
Shinho glanced around and went to Hanabi's room.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened. Hanabi had changed into her usual kimono.
Seeing Shinho, she involuntarily lowered her head.
"I'm going back now. Remember to take care of your sister," Shinho said, reaching out to pat her head.
"Mm," Hanabi replied softly, her face slightly red.
So, that kind of thing had indeed happened.
Because of her sister's introverted and conservative personality, she had never imagined it would happen before the wedding.
Shinho withdrew his hand and used the Fixed Immortal Travel Gu.
When he reappeared, he was at home.
It was after work hours, so there was no need to go to the Hokage's office.
He wondered how the Limited Tsukuyomi on Danzo was progressing, but it was probably going smoothly.
With Danzo's strength, he wouldn't be able to detect that he was under genjutsu.
"Are you back?" Shizune, wearing a white apron, emerged from the kitchen.
"Yes," Shinho replied, taking off his shoes at the entrance. "Where's sensei?"
"Filming in the village," Shizune paused. "She should be back soon."
"Need my help?" Shinho walked up to her and asked.
"You'll only make things worse," Shizune rolled her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Shinho lowered his head, whispering in her ear, "If I'm making anything worse,It's clearly because you would't refuse."
His warm breath sent a shiver down Shizune's spine, her body tingling as if electrocuted.
She suppressed the strange sensation and said, "Don't cause trouble!" Not giving Shinho a chance, she immediately turned and went back into the kitchen, her pencil skirt swaying with each step.
"That sounded like a challenge," Shinho shook his head, not following her.
He sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
A moment later, he heard the door open.
It was undoubtedly Tsunade. Shinho put down the remote and went to the entrance.
"Ah, I'm so hot!" Tsunade opened the door, glanced at him, and took off her teal jacket.
A large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed, with beads of sweat faintly visible.
"You've worked hard, sensei," Shinho said, taking her jacket.
"When did you get back?" Tsunade bent down slightly to take off her shoes.
As she moved, her sleeveless top suffered the consequences, appearing precarious as if it's sash might give out at any second.
"Just a few minutes ago," Shinho watched her, a sudden idea coming to mind. "Are you free next week? We could go to the beach to cool off."
"Next week?" Tsunade thought for a moment. "Alright."
"Can I invite a few more people?" Shinho asked, coughing lightly.
"Hmm?" Tsunade's gaze narrowed.
She had assumed it would just be the two of them at the beach.
"It's rare to go out and have fun. It's more lively with more people," Shinho said with a straight face, spouting nonsense.
"Lively?" Tsunade took off her shoes and stepped on his foot. "Do youthink I wouldn't know what you're thinking?"
"Sensei, you are indeed perceptive!"
Shinho said with a serious face, praising her perceptiveness. "You think i'm preceptive, Huh?"
Tsunade glared at him and asked, "When did Samui and Mabui move in?"
"Just now," Shinho glanced at her fair and delicate feet. "I told you before."
"..." Tsunade remembered.
It was one night, while she was drunkenly and getting her mind blown.
This bastard always did this! Annoyed, she hammered him twice more.
Seeing this, Shinho pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Tsunade struggled briefly, then her body softened, her eyes glazing over at some point.
Her body was now far too familiar with Shinho, and as long as he took the initiative, it would no longer under her control.
"Sensei," Shinho gasped.
"Just let me know when," Tsunade bit her red lips, her tone completely softened.
"Mm," Shinho immediately smiled.
With Tsunade on board, the pool party could proceed smoothly.
"Dinner's ready!" Shizune raised her voice, looking at the two embracing figures.
Honestly! aren't they clinging to each other all night long?
Why not just hang on him all day long then! Shizune complained internally, but still reminded them, "Go wash your hands."
"I'll deal with you later tonight!" Tsunade shot Shinho a look, but her tone and expression were full of charm.
"Yes," Shinho replied, his eyes burning with passion. "I'm at your disposal, Sensei."
Tsunade didn't look at him again, lest she lose control.
She patted Shinho and walked past him to the dining table.
After dinner, it was punishment time.
Under Shinho's relentless pounding, Tsunade agreed to quite a few conditions.
Three days passed quickly.
Early in the morning, Shinho arrived at Konoha's Maximum Security Prison. He had finally remembered Danzo and came to check on the situation.
"Lord Hokage," Kaguya Otsutsuki turned around and said.
"You've been here the whole time?" Shinho asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes," Kaguya nodded.
For someone who had been sealed for a thousand years, staying in one place for three days was incredibly easy.
"Send me in," Shinho said directly.
The Rinne Sharingan on Kaguya's forehead pulsed slightly.
An invisible wave enveloped Shinho.
His vision distorted, and he instantly appeared within the Limited Tsukuyomi.
Shinho looked around. He was still in the metropolis of the Land of Fire.
But unlike last time, it was peaceful now. There was no fighting, only the reconstruction of buildings.
With a thought, Shinho arrived in Konoha.
The overall situation was quite similar to the metropolis, with busy ninjas and construction teams everywhere. Undoubtedly, the war was over.
Shinho waved his hand, concealing his figure. He strolled around the Hokage Tower, getting a clear understanding of the current situation.
It was basically in line with the script he had designed. The Allied Shinobi Forces, with the help of Orochimaru and Danzo, had defeated the White Zetsu army.
The Shinho and Tsunade of this world had died in a sneak attack.
With Orochimaru's help, Danzo had become the Seventh Hokage. The inauguration ceremony was scheduled for nine o'clock, an hour from now.
Shinho thought for a moment. He had no interest in attending, so he withdrew from the Limited Tsukuyomi.
"Lord Hokage," Kaguya looked at him.
"I'll send someone over later. You just need to follow her orders," Shinho said casually.
If nothing unexpected happened, the achievement would be triggered after the inauguration ceremony.
At that time, there would be no need to waste energy maintaining the Limited Tsukuyomi.
Kaguya should start building the real Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Fixed Immortal Travel!
Shinho returned to the Hokage's office.
"Lord Hokage," Konan's body trembled slightly.
Fixed Immortal Travel was instantaneous and silent.
She had been slightly startled by his sudden appearance. But she was getting used to it; it was now a conditioned reflex.
"Good morning," Shinho walked up to her, inhaling her faint fragrance. "Want to go to the beach next week?"
"The beach?" Konan was taken aback. "Is it for work?"
"No," Shinho looked at her delicate face. "It's just a simple invitation to go out and have fun."
"Okay," Konan thought for a moment and agreed.
"I thought Konan-nee would refuse," Shinho said with a smile.
"Why would I refuse?" Konan countered.
"Do you need me to buy you a swimsuit?" Shinho changed the subject.
No refusal was naturally a good thing; there was no need to dig deeper.
"I'll buy my own," Konan said in a cold voice. "You don't even know my size."
Shinho subconsciously glanced at her, taking in everything from her tightfit women's suit to her long legs clad in black stockings and high heels.
All kinds of data immediately surfaced in his mind. This was the power of a Rank Six Gu Immortal!
"You can have the Finance Department reimburse you," Shinho coughed lightly.
"No need," Konan refused. "It doesn't cost much."
In fact, the Hokage's secretary's salary was very high, and since she didn't need much for her daily expenses, she wasn't short of money.
"Alright then." Shinho's gaze fell on the labret piercing below her lip. "I'll let you know when the time is confirmed."
"Is Lord Hokage interested in my labret?" Konan asked abruptly.
"A little," Shinho admitted.
"Then you can take a closer look," Konan said calmly.
"...?" Shinho blinked. Without further thought, he leaned closer. Below her soft, red lips, against her fair skin, was a dark labret piercing.
The Hokage's office suddenly fell silent.
Shinho felt like he could hear her raging heartbeat. No, not felt like. He actually could hear it.
It seemed she wasn't as calm as she appeared.
Shinho reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her soft body into his embrace.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Konan closed her eyes and obediently parted her lips. She let out a muffled moan as she felt his hands on her butt.
Even through her pencil skirt, she could feel their warmth.
Konan instinctively tightened her glutes and unconsciously swallowed, but quickly lost control, feeling only the movement in her mouth.