Tsunade had just taken office, and there were many matters awaiting her.
Especially the Uchiha.
The inheritance alone was troublesome enough, but there were also death benefits.
Konoha had publicly claimed that Uchiha Itachi killed the entire clan.
In other words, the Uchiha hadn't rebelled.
If they were innocent victims, compensation was necessary to calm public sentiment.
And the disappearance of Uchiha Mikoto and others also needed manpower to investigate.
Fortunately, Hiruzen had already quarreled with Danzo.
Otherwise, even Sasuke's placement would have taken ages to discuss.
Natsume felt a headache coming on.
Before this, he'd even thought about becoming Hokage.
Now that he thought about it, being the man behind the Hokage was clearly the wiser choice.
But Tsunade was one of his own—he couldn't let her work herself ragged.
He needed to find some helpers.
Besides, if work was that exhausting, how would she have the energy to have fun with him after hours?
…
Daimyo's mansion, Land of Waves.
Natsume appeared in Uchiha Mikoto's room.
He'd given her a Flying Thunder God ring.
He used tokens before, but those were inconvenient; later he switched to rings.
Of course, not everyone got one.
Basically, only those with the strength or potential to join his organization would be assigned one.
Natsume noticed this practice was unintentionally similar to Ainz Ooal Gown's.
But Ainz was fiction—he wasn't.
In this respect, he was one step ahead.
"What are you reading?"
Natsume asked casually as he sat across from her.
"Ninjutsu and genjutsu."
Uchiha Mikoto was a bit surprised by his sudden appearance.
But remembering the ring he'd given her, she returned to her usual gentle calm.
"I've advanced to three-tomoe Sharingan. The techniques I couldn't learn before, I can try now."
"Right."
Natsume nodded.
Uchiha Mikoto's talent was actually rather average.
Even after witnessing Itachi kill Fugaku, she barely managed to awaken three tomoe.
That suggested her foundational ability wasn't great.
If her foundation had been better, she might have jumped to Mangekyo like Obito did.
Luckily, Natsume now had many methods to compensate for her physical shortcomings.
"Did you come to take me to see Sasuke?"
At the mention of Sasuke, Mikoto lost interest in books and looked at him expectantly.
"Tsunade took office as the Fifth Hokage today."
Natsume didn't answer directly, but Mikoto understood.
Her calm face lit up with a happy smile.
She didn't notice that Natsume called Tsunade by name rather than "sensei" like before.
That was a signal.
In Natsume's eyes, Uchiha Mikoto was very similar to Uzumaki Hinae—a type he could handle easily.
"Aunt Mikoto, I'll ask you one last time—awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan is painful. Are you truly determined?"
His face grew solemn. "If you're unwilling, we can stop now."
"No, I'm willing."
Mikoto took a deep breath. "As a mother, I can't let Sasuke shoulder all the hatred alone."
"With that mindset, you'll definitely awaken the Mangekyo."
Noticing the steely resolve beneath her gentle exterior, Natsume nodded.
"Thank you."
Mikoto showed that kind and considerate smile again.
"Don't resist. I'll take you to see Sasuke."
Natsume stood, placed a hand on her shoulder.
He performed the Flying Thunder God.
They appeared on the school rooftop.
Rooftops are magical places.
All kinds of things happen there.
"You okay?"
Natsume looked at her discomfort and asked.
"I'm fine."
Mikoto quickly released his arm. "Sorry, I'm just not used to it."
"Normal."
Natsume walked to the railing, pointed at a classroom in the distance. "If you activate your Sharingan, you'll see Sasuke by the window."
"I can't interact with him?"
Mikoto sounded disappointed.
"No."
Natsume shook his head and explained, "Right now Sasuke is holding in a lot. That drive will speed up his growth. You understand?"
Mikoto didn't reply. She activated her three-tomoe Sharingan.
Though not as wide-ranging as the Byakugan, a few dozen meters was nothing.
A smile immediately blossomed on her face.
Only now, seeing Sasuke for real, did she truly feel at ease.
But the next moment, her pupils quaked—surprise filled her expression.
Natsume hugged her from behind, his strong arms wrapping around her waist like a vice. That youthful, masculine scent—musky and intoxicating—made her blush crimson and panic, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
Mikoto struggled to pull away, but her slender hands were caught in his firm grip, pinning them gently but inescapably against her sides.
"Aunt Mikoto, you said you'd pay any price to awaken your eyes, right?" He breathed into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Only strong emotions will trigger it."
"B-but…" Mikoto stammered, her voice trembling. A conservative woman like her had never experienced anything so intimate, so forbidden, and she was utterly flustered, her body betraying her with a rush of unwelcome heat between her thighs.
"No buts. Was everything you said earlier a lie?" As he spoke, his hand slid in with practiced ease, slipping under the hem of her shirt and gliding up her bare stomach. Even through the thin fabric of her bra, he could feel the smooth, sleek warmth of her skin, her nipples hardening involuntarily under his teasing touch as he cupped one breast, squeezing gently.
"W-what are you doing?!" Mikoto's eyes widened in disbelief, a gasp escaping her lips as his fingers brushed over the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"Helping you awaken your Mangekyo." Natsume narrowed his eyes, his voice low and commanding. "I value promises most. Since you asked, I'll deliver." His other hand ventured lower, pressing against the front of her pants, feeling the growing dampness through the material as he rubbed slow circles over her most intimate area.
"N-no… I don't…" Mikoto trembled; even her Sharingan quivered in her eyes, the chakra surging erratically as arousal mixed with her panic.
"See? It's working." With his Eternal Mangekyo, Natsume could clearly sense her ocular power increasing, the energy building like a storm within her. Though not enough to evolve yet, it proved his method was effective—her body responding to the forbidden stimulation, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
Mikoto, face burning, went momentarily blank. It did feel different—waves of heat spreading from her core, her clit throbbing under his persistent touch, making her knees weak.
"Shh. Keep it down." Natsume warned, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her pants and slipping inside, directly against her slick folds. "This is the school rooftop. Students come up here all the time—maybe ones you know." He slid a finger inside her, curling it to stroke her inner walls, her wetness coating him as she clenched around the intrusion.
In that instant, Mikoto's tension spiked to the extreme; she even staggered, a muffled moan escaping despite her efforts. If Natsume hadn't supported her, pressing his body flush against hers—his evident hardness grinding against her backside—she might've fallen. The thought of being caught, exposed in such a vulnerable state, only heightened the intensity, her body arching into his touch against her will.
Biting her lip, Mikoto finally exhaled in surrender, her resistance crumbling as he added a second finger, pumping them rhythmically while his thumb circled her swollen clit. Her hips bucked subtly, chasing the building pleasure.
Natsume lowered his head and captured that soft warmth—her lips—in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her surrender. Mikoto's mind went blank—she didn't know what to do, her body on fire as his fingers worked her relentlessly toward the edge. She could only respond passively and clumsily, her tongue tentatively meeting his, while her inner muscles tightened around his digits, slick sounds betraying her arousal.
After a long while, as she teetered on the brink of climax, she came to her senses, a shuddering orgasm ripping through her, her juices soaking his hand.
"That's enough!" Mikoto blurted in shame and anger, pushing him away weakly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
"Mm, let's stop here today." Natsume smiled casually, withdrawing his hand and licking his fingers clean with a wicked glint in his eyes. "But just from that moment, your ocular power grew a lot—your release fueled it perfectly."
Mikoto's expression turned quiet again, her cheeks flushed, panties damp and disheveled.
"Everything has a price." Natsume looked at her and said slowly, "There's no such thing as instant success. Don't you agree, Aunt Mikoto?" He reached out and stroked her black hair as if petting a favorite animal.