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To Be Hokage - Chapter 29 : Can I even control ?
"Ah...yes! Sorry, I just... dropped some ink earlier. Was cleaning up before it stained the report."
Hiruzen exhaled a slow puff of smoke.
"Well, don't let paperwork eat your whole evening. We won't take much of your time."
And just like that, the moment passed. But Kushina remained frozen, legs still trembling beneath the desk, thighs slick, her mind screaming in silent mortification.
Both men seated themselves on the other side.
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Kushina struggled to keep her breath even as the weight of both men's gazes settled over her like a heavy, prickling shawl. Her heart pounded in her ears. Every second dragged like a lifetime. Her thighs pressed together under the desk, but the slick heat and leaking wetness between them betrayed her. She could feel the damp fabric of her panties clinging around her knees, and the edge of her skirt still riding too high on her hips.
She tried not to fidget. She tried not to move too abruptly or make any unnecessary movement. Even the slightest shift of her shoulders risked revealing more than she could afford. Her hands gripped the desk with such tightness that her knuckles turned pale.
'Kami… Oh Lord… I'm almost nude here, my bottom exposed with them sitting so close.'
Hiruzen leaned forward slightly, tapping the ash from his pipe into the carved tray.
"We won't keep you long," he said, his voice gruff but measured. "Normally, I would have waited until tomorrow. Shikaku here has finalized your schedule. You can go through it before we convene in the council meeting tomorrow."
Shikaku opened the folder in his hand, pulled out a few papers, and paced in front of her while eyeing her. Kushina could feel the sharp edge of his gaze. It was as if he were trying to decipher her. The way a seasoned tactician might study an unexpected battlefield. She hoped he didn't doubt what she was doing here, or worse, notice the current state she was in.
She forced a polite smile, swallowing thickly. "Of course... I'll read this tonight."
Lies.
Her body wasn't ready for anything. Her thighs ached and trembled. She was pretty sure there were already trails of her essence down on the chair. Her core throbbed with residual heat. Her face burned with shame.
Shikaku reached into his sleeve, unfurling a scroll across the table. The wax seal cracked, echoing in the quiet office.
"We just need your recommendation notes regarding Kumo's border trade terms."
Kushina nodded, reaching for a pen with one hand, careful not to shift her lower body too much. Her fingers trembled as she uncapped it. She scrawled her signature, praying her voice stayed even.
"They're... fair. I had included a clause that restricts ninja traffic under the guise of commerce."
"Good catch," Shikaku said, watching her with half-lidded eyes.
Hiruzen puffed thoughtfully, then passed over another scroll. "And this… your review of the Genin team reshuffles for second lines . I noticed you reassigned some of Shikaku's picks."
Kushina bit her lip, blinking quickly. "He was doubling down on elemental overlaps. I thought it best to diversify."
"Mmm." Hiruzen nodded, exhaling a stream of smoke.
Shikaku then pulled out another scroll. "This is another update for the pilot. It contains some tweaks and ideas for the plan. If you like any of them, let me know."
Minutes passed. The three spoke, but the tension thickened with every breath. Kushina could feel it, the faint crackle of curiosity behind their calm tones. Her scent and her exposed pussy under the table.The sweat forming on her forehead.
"Are you okay, Kushina?" Sarutobi spoke. "You seem a bit red and sweaty."
Kushina almost sputtered.
'He senses something's off,' she thought.
There was a slight delay before she finally spoke.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit fatigued from all the work, I guess, but I'm all right," she lied, pulling the chair closer to the table so her exposed legs and pussy were now completely hidden beneath it.
"Take rest, Kushina. The paperwork can wait. Keep your health in mind," Hiruzen said, then pushed a little further. "Is it just that only?"
He was pretty sure there was nothing truly going on here. He mentally laughed.
'No way Kushina is doing something naughty here, and that too alone. If Minato were here, she might have… like that time I almost caught her in the meeting room through my glass ball.'
Shikaku looked at her and then leaned to adjust his seat. His gaze flicked just once toward the way she had shifted, and she caught the hesitation.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
She cleared her throat. "No. Nothing. Everything's good…"
She hurriedly answered, then raised her eyebrow.
"If there's nothing else, I'd like to finish compiling the mission debriefs before sundown. I just want to finish this before I walk back home."
Hiruzen nodded. "You've been putting in long hours today. We appreciate it, but keep your health in mind. I'm pretty sure young Naruto-kun and Karin-chan would like to spend more time with you as well"
She smiled, forcing warmth into it. "I'll rest, I promise."
Both men stood, their chairs scraping against the floor.
Shikaku gave a nod, adjusting his flak vest. "You're doing well. Please don't push yourself too much."
Hiruzen met her gaze for a long moment. "Very well. That's was all, we'll not bother you more" Hiruzen stand up and Shikaku following him.
Kushina knew this was the moment she should simply let them leave.
She should have stayed seated. She should have given them a polite nod from behind the safety of her desk and waited until the door closed.
Instead, some foolish, dignified part of her insisted on acting like the Deputy Hokage she was supposed to be.
"I'll walk you to the door," she said, her voice somehow coming out steady.
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.
'Baka, Baka, Baka….'
Carefully, almost painfully slowly, Kushina placed both palms on the desk and began to rise. Every movement had to be controlled. Her thighs almost trembled as she pushed herself up, her knees pressing together beneath the desk as she controlled her trembles.
For one horrible second, as she stood, her skirt remained caught too high around her hips before gravity finally pulled it down.
The fabric slipped from mid-thigh to her knees in a smooth fall.
But not before both men caught a brief glimpse of pale flesh, just a flash of her exposed thighs. Nothing more, Nothing truly damning. Nothing that should have meant anything.
Still, Kushina's heart nearly stopped.
Hiruzen's eyes sharpened for the smallest moment.
Shikaku's gaze flicked down and away just as quickly, his expression remaining lazy and unreadable.
Kushina forced herself not to freeze.
'They didn't see anything. They didn't see anything. Keep moving, just keep moving. Maybe if I move they would really think I wasn't doing anything here…if they suspect…'
Under the desk, unseen by both men, as she stood the panties that had been clinging around her knees finally slipped lower. The damp fabric slid down her calves, catching once at her ankles before pooling silently on the floor.
Kushina's breath hitched but she did not look down.
She did not want to dare, not in front of them. 'Act normal, It's like I did in Hotsprings country. I walked in public there…And my clone did here in Konoha…'
With all the grace she could muster, she stepped free of them. Thanking to the log that her heels didn't get hooked on her panties.
Letting the discarded fabric remain hidden beneath the shadow of the desk. Her bare thighs pressed together as she moved around the table, making sure her skirt had settled properly before she came into the open.
To anyone watching, it would simply look as though her skirt had ridden up while she was sitting.
At least, that was what she desperately hoped as she felt air from her workplace touch her pussy as she took steps. Hiruzen watched her for a moment longer than necessary.
His old eyes took in the redness on her face, the faint sheen of sweat at her temples, the stiffness in her steps, and the too-careful way she carried herself.
Something was off. He knew that much.
But Kushina Uzumaki was not the type to do something indecent in the Hokage's office. Especially alone, and while official documents sat open on her desk.
No, that would be absurd.
Wouldn't it?
The thought was so ridiculous that Hiruzen almost dismissed it then and there.
Well almost.
Still, he said nothing. There were some suspicions even a Hokage did not voice without proof, and some thoughts better left behind a puff of smoke.
Kushina reached the door first, opened it with a controlled hand, and stood beside it with what she hoped looked like professional composure.
Her legs felt bare beneath the skirt. But she had this experience before but doing this here in Konoha was different than in Hokage's office in front of Sandaime and Shikaku.
'Oh..kami…Just end this…'
Shikaku gave her another nod as he passed. "Rest properly, Uzumaki-sama."
"I will," she answered, the words tight but polite.
Hiruzen stopped at the doorway for a brief moment, his pipe held loosely between his fingers. His gaze met hers.
"Do not overwork yourself," he said, voice softer now. "Konoha needs you to be healthy."
Kushina forced another smile. "Of course, Sandaime-sama."
For a second, silence lingered between them.
Then Hiruzen nodded.
With a final puff of smoke, both men turned and exited, their footsteps fading down the corridor as the door clicked shut behind them.
Kushina stayed frozen for a moment longer.
Only once their footsteps faded completely did she allow herself to take a deep breath, eyes wide and mouth parted.
Her hands flew to her face.
"I am... never using clones again," she muttered, fanning herself weakly. "Dattebane..."
Then her eyes slowly drifted toward the desk.
The abandoned panties lay there on the floor, hidden beneath the shadow of her chair.
Kushina stared at them.
Her face went crimson all over again.
But part of her knew.
She would.
And next time, she'd be even more careful.
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As the door of the Hokage's office closed behind them with a soft click, Shikaku did not speak immediately.
He took three slow steps down the corridor, his expression as lazy and unreadable as ever. Then, with practiced ease, he pulled a cigarette from the small case inside his flak vest and placed it between his lips. A small spark of chakra lit the tip.
He took a long drag.
"She was acting so odd..." he muttered, voice low enough that only the old man walking beside him could hear.
Hiruzen gave a quiet hum, his pipe already resting between his fingers.
"Yes," he answered, just as softly. "She was."
The two men continued down the corridor, moving away from the Hokage's office and toward the upper stairway leading to the tower terrace. Neither looked back. Neither said anything for a few more seconds.
Only the faint sound of their sandals against the polished floor followed them.
Shikaku exhaled a thin trail of smoke, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"And that smell... no, aroma." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "I'm not an Inuzuka, but even I could tell something was there."
Hiruzen's mouth twitched around his pipe.
"You think she was..."
Shikaku glanced sideways at him.
"Fingering' herself?" Hiruzen supplied bluntly.
Shikaku almost coughed on his smoke, then gave a slow nod.
"That was one possibility."
Hiruzen chuckled under his breath, the sound old, rough and far too amused for a man of his position.
"No. I don't think so."
Shikaku raised an eyebrow. "You don't?"
"No," Hiruzen said, taking another puff from his pipe as they reached the staircase. "But that scent was definitely hers. Arousal, most likely and it was pretty strong too."
Shikaku's gaze turned thoughtful as they climbed.
"If it was arousal, and she wasn't touching herself right then, then what was it?"
He took another drag from his cigarette, the end glowing briefly in the dim corridor.
Hiruzen did not answer immediately. He reached the landing first, pushed open the door to the terrace, and stepped into the open evening air. The breeze caught the smoke from his pipe and carried it away over the rooftops of Konoha.
He stood there for a moment, looking out over the village.
"That was indeed arousal," Hiruzen finally said. "But it may have been from before."
Shikaku followed him out, leaning against the terrace railing.
"Before?"
Hiruzen nodded slowly, eyes half-lidded.
"I think she got into some action with her friends."
Shikaku blinked once.
"Really?"
Hiruzen's lips curled into a knowing smile.
"I had heard rumors from Inoichi that Kushina and her old teammates were close," Shikaku admitted, "but I never really believed them."
Hiruzen chuckled.
"Oh, they were more than close."
Shikaku looked at him properly now, his lazy expression cracking just a little.
Hiruzen continued, sounding far too entertained by the memory.
"Kushina, Mikoto, Hitomi. The Bombshell Squad, as some of the younger idiots used to call them behind closed doors. Three dangerous kunoichi, all too beautiful for the peace of mind of any poor man assigned near them."
Shikaku snorted despite himself.
"I remember the name. I thought it was just academy gossip that somehow survived into the barracks."
"Some gossip survives because it has roots," Hiruzen said, tapping ash from his pipe. "And those three had roots deep enough to trouble half the male population of Konoha."
Shikaku took another puff from his cigarette, his gaze drifting toward the distant rooftops.
"So you think that smell and her behavior were because she was involved with them in action?"
He lifted one hand and made a vague gesture with two fingers, then stopped halfway when he realized he was doing it in front of the Hokage.
Hiruzen noticed.
Of course he noticed.
The old man's grin widened.
"Yes. One hundred percent."
Shikaku sighed. "Troublesome."
"Very," Hiruzen agreed. "And yet fascinating."
A short silence passed between them.
Then Hiruzen added, almost wistfully, "I'm pretty sure if there had been no Minato, Mikoto would have tried to take Kushina as her concubine. And if Kushina had not been an Uzumaki, she might have even succeeded."
Shikaku's eyes widened slightly.
"Hokage-sama..."
The words came out half-scandalized, half-amused.
Hiruzen waved him off with his pipe.
"Oh, stuff it, Shikaku. I know how you look at her. No need to pretend those Nara eyes of yours are always searching for strategy alone."
Shikaku's cigarette paused near his lips.
"I may be a closet pervert," he admitted after a moment, voice flat, "but I will not cross that boundary. Minato is still my friend."
He took another drag, exhaling slowly.
"And Kushina is dangerous."
Hiruzen laughed.
"You are just afraid of your wife."
Shikaku did not even deny it.
"Yeah. That too."
The two men stood in silence for a few seconds after that, both watching the village lights blink on one by one below them.
Then Hiruzen spoke again, softer this time, but still with that old amused edge. "Kushina, Mikoto, Hitomi. Those three were really something. There are rarely all-kunoichi squads who turn out so powerful, survive this long, and still remain so close. And believe me, Shikaku, they are close."
Shikaku hummed, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth. "Close enough to leave Kushina walking into the Hokage's office like that?"
"Apparently." Hiruzen's eyes gleamed.
"Does Minato know about this? His wife and her friends are involved at this level…"
To be perfectly honest, in Shikaku's personal opinion, he would not mind it. He might even encourage it.
'I wonder if I can push Yoshino into this?'
The thought came naturally, almost lazily, before he shook his head.
'No. If she is already involved with her female friends, that is one thing. But if I suggest it and she does not like it…'
Shikaku shuddered at the implication, imagining exactly what his troublesome wife would do to him if she thought he was trying to push her into anything strange.
"I don't know for sure," Hiruzen answered, taking a slow pull from his pipe. "But he probably does. Minato, as you know, is a smart man."
Shikaku shook his head. "Troublesome woman."
"Troublesome women," Hiruzen corrected.
Shikaku gave a lazy nod, conceding the point. Hiruzen remained silent for a moment, smoke curling lazily around his face. Then his eyes gained that dangerous old-man gleam again.
"Not only that," Sandaime said.
Shikaku glanced at him. "What now?"
Hiruzen's lips twitched beneath his beard.
"Who knows? She might have been going commando while we were talking to her."
Shikaku stared at him. "No," he said flatly. "It cannot be …you are just pulling my legs"
"Why not?" Hiruzen spoke, clearly interested in what the smartest man in Konoha had to say.
"Because it is the Hokage's office." Shikaku spoke as it answered everything.
"And?" Sandaime questioned as it meant nothing which was true for him as he had spent more of his life in that office then at his own home.
"And because even Kushina would not do something like that there." Shikaku answered.
Hiruzen hummed as if considering the point, though his expression suggested he was enjoying this far too much. "The scent of arousal was strong," he said casually. "Very easy to notice, in fact. So maybe she was not wearing her panties."
Shikaku's face tightened, "I do not think she would take that kind of risk in the office."
"Who knows?" Hiruzen smokes with another puff of smoke.
Shikaku pinched the bridge of his nose. "Troublesome as it would have been," he muttered, "I still do not think she would risk that. This is Kushina Uzumaki, The Red-Hot Habanero, she may be reckless, yes and sometimes bold, possibly.But not careless enough to walk through the Hokage Tower without anything underneath."
Hiruzen raised a brow and Shikaku continued.
"She did walk us to the door," Shikaku added, as if that settled the matter. "If she was truly dressed like that, there would have been some sign. A hitch in her steps. A strange posture or something."
Hiruzen puffed out another cloud of smoke.
"Hmm. Maybe what you say is true."
For a moment, the two men stood there in thoughtful silence.
Then Hiruzen looked back toward the stairway leading down to the office floors and sighed dramatically. "Man, I miss Jiraiya."
Shikaku looked at him. "Why?"
"Because that useless pervert would have somehow given me updates on what was true and what was not."
Shikaku stared at him for a long moment. Then, despite himself, he laughed under his breath.
"That may be the most honest thing you have said all evening, Hokage-sama."
Hiruzen puffed his pipe once more, looking far too pleased with himself.
"Old age has its privileges, Shikaku."
"Does it?"
"Yes," Hiruzen said, eyes narrowing in amusement. "You can say shameless things and pretend they are wisdom."
Shikaku snorted, flicking ash from his cigarette into the wind.
"Then I hope I never get that old."
Hiruzen smiled.
"You will."
Shikaku sighed.
"Troublesome."
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Inside the office, as the door finally closed, Kushina took in one long, shaky breath.
For a few seconds, she did not move.
She simply stood there beside the door, her hand still hovering near the handle, her ears straining for the sound of footsteps outside. Hiruzen and Shikaku's presence slowly faded down the corridor, their voices too low to be understood, their chakra signatures moving farther away from the office.
Only then did her shoulders slump.
"Oh log..." she whispered, pressing one hand against her chest. "That was too close."
Her gaze lowered, that was when she noticed her thighs.
They were trembling.
Not shaking from battle fatigue. Not from chakra exhaustion. Not from any wound or poison.
They were trembling from everything else.
The heat still coiled beneath her skin. Her legs felt weak, her knees unsteady, and every small brush of the skirt against her bare thighs reminded her of the state she had almost been caught in.
She swallowed, then slowly turned back toward her desk.
Each step felt too loud in the quiet office.
The polished wooden floor seemed to echo under her sandals as she made her way around the table. Her eyes immediately found the black netted panties lying innocently beneath the desk, half-hidden in the shadow of her chair as if they had not nearly ruined her life a few moments ago.
Kushina stared at them.
The panties stared back.
At least, that was how it felt.
"You traitorous little thing," she muttered.
She crouched quickly, careful to keep her skirt down even though no one else was in the room. Picking them up between two fingers, she grimaced at the dampness still clinging to the fabric.
Her face burned all over again.
Without thinking too much, because thinking would only make it worse, Kushina gives her panties a quick shake, then steps one leg into them, then the other, and pulls them up beneath her skirt.
The moment the damp fabric slid back against her wet core, her breath hitched.
A sharp shiver ran up her spine.
She froze, one hand gripping the edge of the desk.
"Ah..."
She clenched her teeth immediately, eyes widening in horror at the tiny sound that escaped her.
"No,No more. Enough."
She tugged the panties properly into place and straightened, forcing herself to breathe through her nose. That was when her eyes landed on the chair.
The leather seat more specifically the wet patch.
Kushina went completely still.
There, on the dark leather, was a faint but unmistakable mark left behind from her earlier act. A glossy smear, small but visible if someone looked closely enough.
Her soul almost left her body.
"Oh log..." she whispered, staring at the evidence. "How do I hide that one?"
For a moment, she simply stood there, helpless.
Then the instincts, survival instincts, and pure feminine panic all came together at once.
She snatched a tissue from the side drawer and started rubbing the leather. The first wipe only spread the dampness slightly, making her bite her lip. The second wipe helped. The third made it less visible. By the fourth, the seat looked mostly dry.
Mostly.
But Kushina knew better. Sight was only one problem.
Scent was another.
She leaned closer and sniffed. The smell of arousal hit her
Her face instantly went red.
"Still there."
Quickly, she opened one of her storage scrolls and pulled out a small perfume bottle she sometimes used after long days at the office. She sprayed it over the chair once.
Then twice.
Then once more for good measure.
The sweet floral scent filled the immediate area.
Kushina stepped back, nose twitching.
Too much.
Now it smelled like perfume trying very hard to hide something.
"Dattebane..." she groaned under her breath. "That is even more suspicious."
Her eyes darted across the room.
The scrolls, the desk, the ashtray. Oldman's pipe stand.
The old man's drawers.
Then her gaze narrowed.
She hurried to Hiruzen's desk, pulled open the drawer he often used for personal items, and rummaged through it with the shameless desperation of a woman covering up a crime.
There were spare ink brushes, Sealing tags, a few official stamps. One small sake flask she pretended not to notice.
A few more volumes of Icha-Icha .. Her eyes twitched at the aforementioned books but she let them be 'That's one more arsenal in my weapons against him' she thought as she looked for more.
And then she found it.
A cigar box.
Kushina stared at it, then slowly smiled.
"Well," she said, taking it out, "you will do." as she pulled out one piece.
She found the lighter beside the pipe tray, flicked it once, and lit the cigar.
The first heavy scent of tobacco curled into the room. It was strong, smoky, and bitter enough to immediately bully the perfume into the background.
Kushina almost sighed in relief.
"Good. Good."
She let the cigar burn for a few seconds, waving the smoke lightly around the chair and desk, as if in some strange purification ritual or something similar. Soon the room carried a confused but useful mixture of tobacco, perfume, old wood, leather, and Hiruzen's usual smoke.
It was not perfect.
But it was better than the smell of her arousal sitting openly in the Hokage's office.
Her gaze dropped back to the spot on the leather.
Still unsatisfied, she broke the end of the cigar slightly, pinched out a bit of loose tobacco between her fingers, and rubbed it carefully near the spot, then over the edge of the seat where the scent had been strongest. Not enough to stain. Just enough for the tobacco smell to cling there.
"This should hide it," she murmured.
She stared at the chair for a long moment.
Then she looked at the half-broken cigar in her hand.
Then in the drawer.
Then at the chair again.
"Old man will probably blame himself for making a mess while smoking," she muttered, nodding as if that made perfect sense. "Yes, that works."
For another minute, Kushina stood there, letting the cigar burn low in the ashtray like incense. She gathered all the scrolls she had to read that night, stacking them with more force than necessary. Kumo trade terms, genin reshuffles, pilot plan revisions, mission debriefs.
Normal work.
'Perfectly normal work.' she thought
Nothing about the scene looked like the Deputy Hokage had nearly been caught half-naked behind her own desk.
Nothing at all.
After the cigar had burned down enough, Kushina crushed the end into the ashtray, then quickly opened the windows. Evening air rushed in, carrying some of the smoke outside and leaving just enough behind to make the room smell like Hiruzen had been there longer than he actually had.
Kushina stood in the middle of the office, arms full of scrolls, and took one final look around.
Desk ok check…
Chair ok covered…
Panties back on…
Skirt Proper
Face...
She touched her cheeks and winced.
Still red.
"Close enough."
With that, she walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out.
'I hope no one sees that...'
She closed the office door behind her and turned, immediately finding two nearby chunin straightening at her presence.
"Kushina-sama," they greeted, bowing.
Kushina nodded back with as much dignity as a woman could manage while carrying official scrolls and wearing freshly recovered panties despite the wetness now transferring in the said panties.
"Good work," she said.
Then she continued down the corridor toward the exit of the Hokage Tower.
Her steps were measured and controlled.
At least outwardly.
Inside her head, however, a very different battle had begun.
'But that wouldn't be so bad, would it?' the naughty voice whispered in the back of her mind. 'Someone smelling our arousal..our juices…on the seat…so hot it will be... someone knowing what we did...'
Kushina's one eye twitched.
'Shut it.'
'Oh, come on, sweetie,' the voice teased, smooth and shameless. 'We both know you liked the memory I created. Walking through Konoha like that…no bra..no panties. Everyone, staring... at the pokies. Everyone left wondering, and then that steamy act with Mikoto...'
'Shut it, you pervert,' the moral voice snapped. The part of her still trying to act like a proper wife, mother, and future Hokage. 'Because of you, Mikoto is now tickled. She will come to us. She will not leave this alone.'
Kushina visibly flinched.
That was true.
Mikoto was a menace and she had been prickled. Now that beautiful, smug, shameless menace who knew far too much about Kushina's weaknesses, after whatever the clone had done, and she remembered, Kushina knew her friend would not simply let it pass.
'What?' the naughty voice continued, sounding far too pleased. 'It's not just me. See? Kushina-chan liked it too. She touched herself in the office after that. Then she sat with Old Man Sarutobi and Shikaku while her panties were down. She likes being pervert too. Then she walked them to the door without panties, with our pussy still dripping.'
Kushina almost stumbled.
'Shut it... it was all your fault,' she murmured under her breath.
A passing tokubetsu jonin glanced toward her.
Kushina immediately straightened and pretended she had said nothing.
The moral voice huffed inside her head.
'This is exactly why clones are dangerous. And with this demon inside us,I will avoid using clones from now on.They are corrupting me.
'Or too much truth,' the naughty voice sang.
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Kushina liked it.'
'I did not.'
'She did.'
'I did not,' Kushina thought sharply.
This time, both Kushina and the moral voice answered together.
'I did not.'
The naughty voice giggled.
'Liar.'
By the time Kushina reached the lower gates of the tower, several shinobi and kunoichi were already nearby, finishing shifts, delivering reports, or loitering in the casual way only off-duty personnel could. A few of them turned when they noticed her.
Then a few more.
Kushina could feel their eyes.
Not the usual respectful glances.
These were sharper, more curious.
Some of them had seen her clone earlier.
Or rather, they had seen what that reckless clone had presented to the village. A shorter skirt. No bra. More daring cleavage with pokies on her nipples. Too much confidence. Too much shamelessness.
And now they were looking at the real Kushina.
Her proper outfit. Her corrected skirt. Her covered, looking normal, No obvious poking through the fabric.
A few faces showed disappointment before they quickly hid it.
One chunin nearly walked into a pillar.
A kunoichi whispered something to another, and both of them turned away a little too quickly.
Kushina kept walking, her face calm and unreadable.
Inside, she was dying.
'See?' the naughty voice whispered. 'They noticed. They remember. You made an impression.'
'You clone made an impression.'
'Same body. Same face. Same desires.'
'Shut up.'
'But you liked it...'
'I did not.'
The moral voice joined again, nearly shouting.
'We did not.'
The naughty voice only laughed, softer this time, curling through Kushina's mind like smoke from Hiruzen's pipe.
'Then why are you still thinking about it?'
Kushina's steps slowed for half a second.
Her thighs pressed together beneath her skirt.
Then she forced herself forward, jaw clenched, cheeks burning.
"Shut it," she muttered.
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Kushina had fully intended to go home. That had been the sensible plan.
Leave the Hokage Tower, walk straight, go home, take a bath, burn the memories of the day from her mind, and pretend none of this had ever happened.
But halfway down the familiar road toward the Uzumaki compound, her feet slowed.
Then stopped.
The evening streets of Konoha stretched before her, warm with lantern light and the fading chatter of civilians closing their shops. Shinobi moved across rooftops in quiet patrols. Somewhere nearby, a child laughed. Somewhere farther away, someone shouted about the price of vegetables.
It was just another normal day in Konoha.
Kushina stood in the middle of it all, scrolls tucked beneath her pouch, with her thighs still feeling too sensitive beneath her skirt and the damp reminder between her legs refusing to let her forget what had happened in the office.
Her fingers tightened around the scrolls.
'I need to make sure something isn't wrong with me.'
The thought came suddenly, but once it formed, it refused to leave.
Her recent behavior was not normal.
Ever since she came back from Hotsprings country she has had this constant urge, this constant arousal. Now from yesterday with Mikoto. Today at the ambassador's office and then the clone misadventure and her act in the office. The way her body had reacted again and again, as if every small memory or touch or thought was enough to push her over some invisible edge.
Kushina turned away from the road leading home and began walking toward Konoha Hospital instead.
'Why am I getting aroused so much these days?' she thought, frowning.
'Because you are naughty,' the teasing voice in her head sang immediately.
'Shut it,' the moral voice.voice snapped back and shouted Kushina's eyebrow twitched.
She hated that both voices sounded like her.
She continued walking, trying to put her mind in order.
'I checked everything. Nothing was spiked in my food or drink during the visit to the Hotsprings country.'
Her lips pressed together as memories of Hot Springs Country rose in her mind. Daimyo Ryuki, his too-smooth words, well he was smooth from the first trip as well. Maybe it was a politician thing, maybe he was a womaniser but she knew he did have his charm. The strange tension of that entire trip. The meetings, the dinner and the drinks. The lingering stares.
For a while, she had truly wondered if something had slipped into her system.
But her seals had found nothing. Her sensory checks had found nothing. Even the basic poison strips she carried for diplomatic dinners had come clean.
Still, something was off.
'I may ask Tsunade-nee to do my checkup and see what's wrong with me or my body.'
'That is a good idea,' the moral voice said with immediate approval. 'Finally. A sensible decision.'
'Or,' the naughty voice added, 'Tsunade-nee may touch us and find out exactly how needy we are.'
Kushina almost tripped.
'Shut up.'
By the time she reached Konoha Hospital, the sky had darkened into evening blue. The familiar white building stood tall and busy, its windows glowing with warm light. Medical staff moved in and out with scrolls, trays, stretchers, and reports.
As Kushina entered through the main doors, the familiar smell hit her immediately.
Medicines, antiseptics, clean linen, healing salves and bitter herbs.
It was a scent every shinobi knew too well.
Several medics looked up from their stations.
"Kushina-sama."
"Good evening, Kushina-sama."
"Deputy Hokage-sama."
Kushina smiled back politely, nodding to each of them as she walked through the entrance hall. Her presence immediately straightened spines. A few younger medics almost stumbled over themselves trying to bow properly.
She ignored it and focused on the chakra signature she could sense deeper inside the building.
Tsunade.
Strong, bright, heavy yet familiar.
Kushina marched directly toward it.
Halfway down the corridor, she suddenly slowed.
A memory came back. The memory from the last time she had been here
Tsunade's office, locked door.
And the very compromising position Kushina had once accidentally walked in on Tsunade .
Kushina stopped in place.
'I hope I don't catch Tsunade-nee in a compromising pose again.'
'But it wouldn't be so bad, would it?' the naughty voice whispered.
Kushina's face heated.
'It would be bad.'
'Last time was interesting.'
'Last time was embarrassing.'
'For who?'
'For everyone!'
'Maybe today we can join it.'
'Shut Up.'
She shook her head and kept walking.
Before she reached Tsunade's office, she saw Shizune coming out from a side hallway with a clipboard in her arms and Tonton trotting lazily behind her.
Shizune looked up, then immediately brightened.
"Kushina-sama! Good evening. It's nice to see you here."
"Good evening, Shizune-chan, and no need for sama things…we are friends " Kushina said, allowing herself a small smile then looked at ravennette "Still running around after Tsunade-nee, I see."
Shizune sighed, though there was fondness in it. "Someone has to make sure she actually signs the reports instead of turning them into coasters."
Kushina chuckled. "That sounds like her."
Tonton gave a small oink near Shizune's feet.
Kushina bent slightly and scratched behind the little pig's ear. "And you're still the responsible one between the two of them, aren't you?"
Tonton oinked proudly.
Shizune giggled, then looked up. "How is Karin doing, Kushina-sama? I heard she has been adjusting better these days."
Kushina's face softened at the mention. "She is doing well. Still a little guarded, but that is expected. She is sharp, observant, and already picking up sealing basics faster than most adults would."
"That's good to hear," Shizune said warmly. "Tsunade-sama mentioned wanting to check her chakra pathways again soon, just to make sure there was no long-term damage she might have had."
Kushina nodded. "I will bring her by. She is still nervous around hospitals, but she trusts Tsunade-nee, me and you as well I guess."
"Of course. We'll make it comfortable for her."
A short silence passed.
Then Shizune tilted her head. "Were you here to see Tsunade-sama?"
"Yes," Kushina said. "Is she available?"
Shizune glanced toward the office, then back to Kushina. "She is, she just finished with a patient and, thankfully, has not escaped through the window yet or opened her evening sake of the bottle."
Kushina's eyebrow rose. "Yet?"
"Give her ten more minutes."
Both women shared a tired smile.
"Thanks, Shizune-chan."
"Anytime, Kushina-sama."
With that, Kushina continued down the corridor and stopped in front of Tsunade's office.
She took one breath. Then she knocked.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
"Open," Tsunade's voice called from inside.
Kushina opened the door and stepped in.
Thankfully, Tsunade was not in any compromising position.
The Sannin sat behind her desk, leaning back in her chair with one leg crossed over the other, a medical file in one hand and a half-empty sake cup placed suspiciously close to the ink bottle.
Kushina's eyes immediately narrowed at it.
Tsunade noticed.
"It's medicinal," Tsunade said without shame.
"It's sake Tsunade nee."
"Exactly."
Kushina sighed and closed the door behind her.
Tsunade set the file down and gave her a long look. "Well, well. Deputy Hokage-sama, visiting my humble office in the evening. Should I be worried, or did you come to drag me into paperwork?"
"Neither," Kushina said, walking closer ignoring how she teased by saying deputy Hokage.
Tsunade's gaze sharpened slightly. Behind the teasing expression, the medic in her had already started working.
"You look a bit flushed."
Kushina stiffened. "I walked here."
"You're a trained S-rank kunoichi. Walking does not make you that..."
Kushina looked away.
Tsunade leaned forward, interest growing. "So you have been busy, I heard you travelled. How was your trip to Hot Springs Country?"
Kushina took the offered chair and sat down carefully. "Eventful and troublesome but successful."
"That tells me everything and nothing." Tsunade smirked. "So, what brings you here?"
Kushina opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
For the first time in a long while, she found herself genuinely embarrassed to speak.
Tsunade's smirk widened.
"Oh? This must be good."
"It's not good," Kushina muttered. "That's why I'm here."
"Go on."
Kushina took a breath and forced the words out before she could lose her nerve.
"I want you to do a checkup on me."
Tsunade's amusement faded a little, replaced by professional focus. "A full checkup?"
"Yes."
"Any pain? Dizziness? Chakra irregularities? Nausea? Fever?"
"No. Nothing like that."
"Oh…are the Naruto-chan and Karin-chan getting another sibling?" Tsunade added it was more of teasing than anything else; she knew if Kushina had been pregnant her worrisome husband would be here first.
"No!!…It's not that…nothing close to that" Kushina almost sputtered.
"Then why?" Tsunade finally asked.
Kushina's cheeks darkened.Tsunade stared. Then slowly, slowly, her lips curled as if she was about to tease the redhead. "Kushina..."
"Don't." Kushina cut her off knowing that tone
"What happened?" Tsunade asked again.
"Nothing happened." Kushina spoke.
"That face says something happened." Tsunade called again .
Kushina gripped the armrest of the chair. "I've been feeling..." She swallowed. "Aroused..."
"Just aroused ?" Tsunade spoke as she blinked once.
"No always…,I'm feeling horny all the time" Kushina spoke out finally out loud almost stamping the floor
Tsunade looked at her blinking again and then she burst out laughing. "Haha, good one Kushi-chan…"
Kushina's face went crimson. "Tsunade-nee!"
Tsunade slapped a hand over her mouth, trying and failing to control herself. "Sorry, Sorry. I'm not laughing at you."
"You are absolutely laughing at me."
"I am laughing near you."
"That is worse!"
Tsunade leaned back, still chuckling. "All right, all right. I'll be professional."
Kushina glared at her.
Tsunade cleared her throat, though the smile remained. "How often?"
Kushina looked away. "Too often."
"That is not a medical measurement."
"Often enough that I am here."
"Hmm." Tsunade tapped a finger against the desk. "When did you last have sex?"
Kushina's soul left her body for the second time that day.
"Tsunade-nee!"
"What? You came to a doctor. Answer the question."
Kushina crossed her arms. "You don't have to ask it like that."
"Yes, I do. Fully satisfying sex. When?"
Kushina's eyes lowered, she didn't want to tell her about Mikoto but she said satisfying sex so she spoke.
"A few weeks back. With Minato." Kushina looked in her eyes as she thought of that knight 'It was after that restaurant incident. Some drunk men got too handsy, and Minato…'
Tsunade waited.
Kushina's fingers tightened against her sleeves. "It was when Minato last came to Konoha..." She paused, memories flashing hot through her mind. "He took me home that night. But he had to leave for the border the next day."
Tsunade hummed. "Was it satisfying?"
Kushina hesitated.
That was enough of an answer.
Tsunade nodded. "So no."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't need to."
Kushina huffed. "It was good. It is always good with Minato-koi. But it was rushed. He was tired. I was..." She struggled for the right word. "Already worked up from…." she added but stopped as the naughty voice supplied in her head. 'Too aroused by those brutes in restaurants, the whole mess'
Ignoring voice , she continued "already worked from the office and the deal, then Minato-koi left again."
"And since then?"
Kushina made a subtle grimace.
Tsunade's expression became more serious.
"You think someone spiked you on your trip?"
Kushina looked up.
"I don't have proof," she admitted. "I checked my food and drinks during the visit. Everything came clean. I never spent any time anywhere outside the barracks too much. My seals didn't detect anything either, but with the Daimyo and his people..." Her jaw tightened. "I don't like leaving possibilities open."
Tsunade nodded, all humor gone now.
"Good. That is the correct instinct." She stood and walked to a medical cabinet. "I'll take blood first. Then I'll scan your chakra pathways, endocrine response, and any residual toxin markers."
Kushina nodded, then she saw the needle.
Her face stiffened, Tsunade paused.
A wicked smile returned.
"Still afraid of injections?"
"I am not afraid."
"Kushina…."
"I dislike them."
"You fight bijuu-level threats."
"Bijuu don't poke tiny needles into my skin."
Tsunade snorted. "Give me your arm."
Kushina reluctantly extended her arm and looked away, eyes closing tightly.
Tsunade was quick, smooth, and mercilessly amused.
"Done."
Kushina opened one eye. "Already?"
"Yes. You dramatic tomato." Tsunade teased
"I hate you." Kushina sniped back
"No, you don't." Tsunade said
Tsunade placed the blood sample aside, sealed it into a diagnostic vial, as she put her blood in some capsule and then some rotating machine like thing and then pointed toward the examination screen at the side of the room.
"Strip."
Kushina froze.
"What?"
"Strip. Full physical." Tsunade pointed the screening area
"I came here for a medical checkup, not humiliation."
"Those are not mutually exclusive when I'm your doctor."
"Tsunade-nee!"
Tsunade crossed her arms. "You asked me to check if anything is wrong with your body. I can do a basic chakra scan over clothes, but if you want a proper examination, especially if you suspect external substances, contact effects, seals, or skin absorption, then strip."
Kushina stared at her.
Tsunade stared back.
Finally, grumbling under her breath, Kushina moved behind the screen.
"I swear, if you tease me..."
"I will absolutely tease you."
"You are a terrible doctor."
"I am the best doctor."
Kushina removed her blazer first, then her blouse, folding each piece with unnecessary care to delay the inevitable. Her skirt followed. Then her stockings.
By the time she was left in her underwear, her face was already burning.
The black netted panties clung damply between her thighs.
Kushina looked down then shut her eyes.
'Oh log, why now?'
'Because we are naughty,' the voice sang.
'Shut it.'
She stepped out from behind the screen.
Tsunade's gaze moved over her once, then stopped. Right at the panties where she noticed small wet patch
A slow, dangerous smirk appeared on the blonde's face.
"Oh?"
"Tsunade-nee, don't."
"I haven't said anything."
"Your face is saying everything."
Tsunade walked around her like a predator pretending to be a physician. "Kushina, you are soaked."
Kushina covered her face with both hands. "I know."
"That is not a little arousal."
"I know."
"That is a battlefield flood."
"Tsunade-nee!"
Tsunade laughed again, then raised both hands in surrender. "All right all right Professional mode on."
"You said that before." Kushina wailed
"This time I mean it, mostly." Tsunade smirked back
Kushina groaned.
Tsunade guided her to sit on the examination table, then pressed two fingers glowing with green chakra against her wrist, then throat, then sternum. Her expression gradually shifted back into focus.
"Hmm. Pulse elevated. Skin temperature is slightly high. Chakra flow is stable. No immediate poison response."
Her fingers moved to Kushina's abdomen, pressing lightly.
Kushina flinched.
"Ticklish?"
"No."
"Liar."
Tsunade's chakra spread in a gentle diagnostic pulse. Kushina felt it move through her body, warm and precise, mapping muscle, blood, nerves, and chakra coils.
Then Tsunade's fingers brushed lower as she pulled the waist band of her panties down exposing her red bush and her wet folds as damp panties were pushed down again in the day.
Kushina's breath hitched.
Tsunade's eyebrow rose.
"Sensitive, you are..."
"I noticed." Kushina snapped back
"I need to check your nerve response here" Tsunade spoke as she placed her twin fingers over her trimmed mound close to her slit.
"You are enjoying this too much." Kushina wailed trying not squirm
"I can multitask." Tsunade smiled touching her wet folds Kushina shuddering a bit
"Tsunade-nee!"
Tsunade chuckled, but her hands remained steady over her folds. She spread her legs and checked the inside of Kushina's thighs, then the pelvic muscles, then pressed two chakra-coated fingers near her slit again to read internal heat and hormone fluctuations.
Kushina whimpered softly despite herself.
Her hands clenched against the edge of the table.
Tsunade looked up. "That bad huh?"
"Don't tease me… datte…bane." Kushina almost whimpered
"I'm not teasing. That was a real question." Tsunade fired as pressed her chakra coated fingers now parting in her wet folds.
Kushina swallowed and looked away. "It's... too much."
Tsunade's expression softened by a fraction.
"All right."
The exam continued, though Tsunade kept it quicker after that. She checked Kushina's breasts for abnormal chakra swelling, then the nipples for nerve overreaction to which Kushina flinched. One light brush was enough to make Kushina gasp and glare at her.
"Very sensitive," Tsunade said.
"I will… punch you." Kushina spoke redfaced
"You are on my examination table almost naked." Tsunade spoke amusing in voice
"I can still punch you." Kushina snapped as she felt Tsunade's fingers on her nipples.
"I know. That is why I am being careful…you won't punch a medic would you?."
Kushina huffed.
Tsunade then had her turn, checking her spine, lower back, and hips. A final diagnostic touch moved over her rear and upper thighs.
Finally she pulled back and Kushina sat up adjusting her panties and bra looking at her stiff nipples and now more wetter folds.
"Tsunade-nee..." She asked as she adjusted her breasts inside the bra cups.
"What?" Tsunde spoke as she jotted down on her notepad
"Was that required?" Kushina asked.
Tsunade paused, then smiled.
"For the poison and substances check? No."
Kushina slowly turned her head.
Tsunade's grin widened. "But you saw me nude last time in my compromising state, so now we are equal."
Kushina's mouth opened.
Closed.
It opened again.
"You are impossible, You tricked me."
"And you have a hot body. It would be a waste not to admire the work of Uzumaki genetics and stubborn training."
Kushina grabbed the nearest folded towel and threw it at her.
Tsunade caught it with one hand, laughing.
"Fine, fine, sit still, let me finish the blood scan."
Kushina crossed her arms over her chest and muttered curses under her breath while Tsunade took the vial and placed it into a small seal array on her desk. The seal lit up with green and blue markings, rotating slowly as Tsunade fed chakra into it.
The room became quiet.
For several minutes, only the hum of medical seals filled the air.
Kushina's embarrassment slowly gave way to nervousness.
Tsunade watched the results form across the paper strip beside the seal. Her eyes moved line by line.
There were no jokes now, no teasing. Just Tsunade-nee the medic.
Finally, she leaned back.
"Well?"
Tsunade looked at her.
"No poison, No drugs or anything."
Kushina released a breath she had not realized she was holding.
"No aphrodisiac, no hallucinogen, no lingering sedative, no foreign chakra residue, no genjutsu interference, no seal tampering that I can detect on your blood or body. Your blood is clean."
Kushina's shoulders sagged with relief.
Then confusion returned.
"Then why?"
Tsunade picked up the sake cup, remembered she was pretending to be professional, and put it down again.
"Because you are overworked, undersatisfied, stressed, emotionally wound up, and your body is not a scroll you can seal shut whenever inconvenient."
Kushina stared and Tsunade continued bluntly.
"You have been through political pressure, diplomatic tension, long work hours, separation from your husband, physical frustration, and from what little you are not saying, probably several situations that left you excited and guilty at the same time."
Kushina looked away too quickly.
Tsunade noticed.
"Exactly."
"It's not that simple."
"It is never simple," Tsunade said. "But medically? Your body is healthy. Very healthy too healthy, maybe. Your hormones are high, your chakra vitality is strong, and your stress release is terrible. You are not poisoned, Kushina. You are pent up."
The naughty voice in Kushina's head practically purred.
'See? Even Tsunade-nee says we need to get banged.'
The moral voice choked. 'That is not what she said.'
'It is exactly what she said.' naughty voice spoke
'She said stress release.' The moral voice clarified.
'Same thing.' The naughty voice sang.
Kushina pressed a hand over her forehead.
Tsunade watched her. "Facing a denial ? dilemma? Fighting with yourself ?"
Kushina froze.
Tsunade smirked. "I know that face. I make that face when the responsible part of me fights the part that wants to drink."
"Who wins?"
Tsunade glanced at the sake cup.
Kushina sighed. "Of course."
Tsunade stood and handed Kushina her clothes. "My prescription is simple."
"Please don't say something embarrassing." Kushina whined as she buttoned up her shirt
"Take leave." Tsunade added.
Kushina blinked. "What?"
"Take leave," Tsunade repeated. "Ask your workaholic husband to do the same. Plan a vacation. Get away from the tower, the council, the borders, the paperwork, the politics, and all the idiots staring at you. Then get a room."
Kushina's face reddened.
"Tsunade-nee."
Tsunade raised a finger. "A private room and definitely a sealed room. Preferably one with no interruptions, no messages, no diplomatic meetings, and no old Hokage."
Kushina sputtered.
"I didn't say anything about old man!"
"You didn't have to. I know that bastard, always overworking his underlings ."
Kushina began dressing quickly, mostly to hide from Tsunade's gaze as she pulled her skirt back on
Tsunade leaned against the desk, arms crossed. "I'm serious, Kushina. Nothing is wrong with you. But if you keep bottling yourself up, your body will find stupid ways to release the pressure. Trying to comfort yourself won't be enough—believe me. And knowing you, those stupid ways will become incidents."
Kushina paused while buttoning her skirt.
The Hokage office flashed in her mind, Her in the chair with the panties down and her fingers in her slit.
She closed her eyes.
"Tsunade-nee..."
"Hmm?"
"How much leave?"
Tsunade smiled.
"At least three days a week would be better. Two weeks would be ideal, but I know the two of you are hopeless."
Kushina finished dressing and looked at her.
"And if Minato says he can't?"
Tsunade's smile turned dangerous.
"Tell him his wife's doctor ordered it. If he still refuses, send him to me."
Despite everything, Kushina laughed. "That sounds like a threat."
"It is." Tsunade fired as her eyes gleamed
For the first time that evening, Kushina felt some of the tension in her chest loosen. Nothing had been spiked, no hidden poison, no enemy trick. No shameful medical disaster.
Just her and her body and her frustration. And a very troublesome need she had been refusing to acknowledge.
She picked up her scrolls and gave Tsunade a small, grateful smile.
"Thank you, Tsunade-nee."
Tsunade waved her off. "Don't thank me. Just follow the prescription."
Kushina opened the office door.
"And Kushina?"
She paused, looking back.
Tsunade's smirk returned.
"Change those panties as soon as you reach home. Maybe get soaked in that private onsen of yours and use some….tool…if you need you can take mine…"
Kushina's entire face exploded red.
"Tsunade-nee!"
Tsunade's laughter followed her out into the corridor.
Kushina marched away, muttering under her breath as passing medics bowed politely, wisely pretending not to notice the Deputy Hokage's crimson face.
Inside her head, the naughty voice whispered one last time.
'A vacation does sound nice.'
The moral voice hesitated.
Then, very quietly, answered.
'It... may be medically necessary.'
Kushina stopped walking for half a second.
Then groaned.
"Not you too, dattebane..." she spoke and then murmured "maybe I could use those tokens daimyo gave with Minato…Hitomi did say they were one of a kind…"
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By the time Kushina reached home, she had convinced herself that the rest of the evening would be simple.
Go home, change, take a quiet bath.
Maybe eat something light, talk with kids and have a good night's rest.
It was a good plan, a peaceful plan.
A very impossible plan, as it turned out.
The moment she neared the Uzumaki compound, Kushina felt familiar chakra signatures waiting inside.
Two of them, very familiar. She had anticipated that.
Her steps slowed near the gate.
The naughty voice in her head purred. 'Oh ye, we know where this will go now, Miko-chan will be hungry.'
'Shut it.' she murmured nth time in her mind
She passed through the gates with a sinking feeling in her stomach and made her way toward the backyard. The sound of children shouting and metal striking wood reached her ears before she even turned the corner.
When she entered the open training yard, she found exactly what she had feared.
Mikoto and Hitomi were there.
Both women were dressed casually, looking far too comfortable inside her home. Mikoto wore a simple dark casual dress that still somehow looked elegant on her, while Hitomi wore a pale, loose-fitting dress with a light shawl around her shoulders. Both looked like they had been there for a while.
The children were spread across the yard.
Naruto, Sasuke, Karin, Hinata, Young Hanabi and Neji were all present, standing near a row of wooden targets. Several shuriken were already lodged into the boards and several around the training yard as well.
Kushina's eyes twitched.
'Of course, of course they are all here.'
Naruto threw his next shuriken with dramatic flair.
"Karin, Sasuke, we are a team! We can't lose to this white-eyed blind team!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Kushina saw Hinata's eye twitch.
Neji's too.
Hitomi covered her mouth with one hand, clearly trying not to laugh.
Naruto, completely unaware of the danger forming around him, pointed proudly at his target.
"See? I got all on the mark!"
Sasuke facepalmed.
"That is not all on mark, Naruto. That is six out of ten. Karin got eight out of ten. I got nine out of ten."
Karin adjusted her glasses with a small, smug smile. "At least someone is counting properly."
Naruto bristled and looked toward the Hyuuga targets.
From her side, Hinata crossed her arms and shouted back, "And you thought you could beat a Hyuuga?"
She pointed at her and Neji's targets.
Both had nine shuriken cleanly placed on the marks. "Nine out of ten"
Young Hanabi clapped happily beside them. "Nine out of ten! Nine out of ten! You lose, dumb boy!"
Naruto's face twisted.
"Who are you calling dumb?" he shouted at the younger girl.
Before he could jump toward her, a shuriken suddenly struck the ground near his feet.
Thunk.
Naruto froze.
So did Sasuke.
So did Neji, even though it had not been aimed at him.
Mikoto stood a few steps away, smiling gently.
Too gently.
"Maa, Naruto-kun," she said sweetly, "what did I say about speaking loudly and crassly in front of girls?"
Naruto's soul seemed to leave his body.
"It's mad Miko-obaa..." he whispered, then quickly bowed. "I am sorry."
Mikoto's smile brightened.
"Oh, my good boy. Someone remembers. Last time was bad, wasn't it? When you had to swim across the Naka River?"
Naruto shivered.
Sasuke looked away.
Neji, after a moment of visible internal struggle, also shivered.
Mikoto continued, still smiling.
"Now be a good boy and collect all the shuriken. Sasuke, help him."
"Hai, Kaa-san," Sasuke muttered.
Naruto nodded quickly. "Hai, Miko-obaa."
As the boys moved to collect the scattered weapons, Neji silently joined them, muttering under his breath to Naruto.
"Why do you keep making her annoyed? Miko-obaa is scary when angry."
Naruto nodded gravely. "I know, but she is more angry today.I swear I didn't do anything wrong."
Sasuke added, "Kaa-san has been very angry. She nearly threw a fireball at Tou-san when he asked her where we were going. And yet you never learn especially today she nearly skewered you ten times today "
"Shut up, teme."
Mikoto's voice floated over.
"Naruto-kun."
Naruto immediately straightened. "Sorry!"
Kushina watched the entire scene with a strange mixture of amusement and dread.
Then Mikoto turned toward Karin, Hinata, and Hanabi.
The girls instantly stood straighter.
"Now, girls," Mikoto said warmly, "while the boys collect the scattered weapons, why don't you clear the training ground and dust the target area?"
"Yes, ma'am," the girls answered together.
"Good girls."
Then Mikoto slowly turned. Her eyes landed on Kushina. Kushina felt sweat form at the back of her neck.
Mikoto's smile did not change. That was the problem.It did not change at all.
"Now," Mikoto said, voice turning sing-song. "I have to greet your obaasan."
Kushina's heart dropped.
'Run,' the moral voice said.
'Too late,' the naughty voice replied happily.
Kushina knew that look.
Mikoto was angry.
No, worse. Mikoto was angry, frustrated, amused, and interested all at once.
What her clone had done earlier, the memory of her nude with Mikoto hit her, it had clearly left Mikoto and Hitomi in a state that demanded revenge. And Mikoto Uchiha was never merciful when she thought revenge could be made entertaining.
"So," Mikoto said, walking toward her with slow, graceful steps. "You are back, Kushi...na...chan."
Kushina swallowed.
"Mikoto, I can explain."
"No explanation," Mikoto replied immediately. "Let's go inside."
Kushina turned toward Hitomi with pleading eyes.
"Hitomi, save me."
Hitomi gave her a serene smile.
"You dug your own grave, Kushina. Live in it."
"Betrayer."
"I will look after the kids here," Hitomi continued, not even trying to hide her amusement. "Even though I also have a score to settle. I am waiting for the Akimichi dinner arrangement to be ready, once Ko is here and after the children are settled, I will join you girls."
Kushina's eyes widened.
"Wait, Hitomi, don't just say it like that."
Mikoto caught Kushina's wrist.
"Come along."
"Mikoto."
"Now."
Kushina looked back once more toward the yard. Naruto was trying to pull a shuriken out of a target while Sasuke told him he was doing it wrong. Karin was arranging training tools with perfect care. Hinata and Hanabi were sweeping the ground. Neji was still murmuring something about troublesome blondes.
Hitomi simply waved.
Kushina felt utterly abandoned.
Before she could protest again, Mikoto pulled her through the back door.
The moment they entered the house, Mikoto did not stop.
She guided Kushina down the hallway, past the kitchen, past the living room, and toward the stairs leading to the basement. Kushina knew exactly where they were going.
Her personal onsen
"Mikoto, slow down." She tried to stop her but it wasn't that much her feet matched pace
"No." Mikoto spoke
"It wasn't me you know it." Kushina tried to explain
Mikoto did not even look back. "It had your face."
"It was a shadow clone going wild." Kushina tried one more time
"It had your body." Mikoto added
"You know clones can act strange sometimes…." Kushina tried to weasel her way out.
"It had your voice." Mikto sniped back
"Mikoto…."
They reached the basement.
The warm, faintly mineral scent of the private onsen greeted them as Mikoto opened the outer door. The room was quiet, the air slightly humid, the polished stone floor reflecting the soft lantern light built into the walls.
Mikoto finally released her wrist.
Then turned.
Her dark eyes gleamed.
"You have been naughty, Kushina."
Kushina backed up one step.
"I told you, it wasn't me. It was the shadow clone. It went wild. You know that."
"A convenient excuse."
"It is the truth."
"Maybe, but you're responsible for your clone." Mikoto stepped closer. "So now you have been naughty, you need to be punished."
Kushina's breath caught.
The moral voice in her head screamed.
'Leave. Leave now. This is dangerous.'
The naughty voice whispered.
'Stay.'
Kushina opened her mouth to argue.
Before she could say a word, the onsen door closed behind them.
Click.
Mikoto moved.
Fast.
One moment she was standing in front of Kushina, and the next she had jumped into her arms, legs wrapping around Kushina's waist as her hands caught the back of Kushina's head.
Their lips crashed together.
Kushina staggered back half a step, barely catching herself from falling. Her hands instinctively came up, one gripping Mikoto's back and the other catching beneath her thigh to support her.
"Mmh!"
The sound vanished into Mikoto's mouth.
The kiss was not soft.
It was demanding. Hungry yet punishing in the way only Mikoto could make feel both accusation and invitation. Her fingers tangled into Kushina's red hair, tugging just enough to make the Uzumaki gasp as her ponytail was opened. Mikoto used that gasp shamelessly, deepening the kiss as if she had been waiting hours to do exactly this.
Kushina told herself to resist. She really did, for about three seconds.
Then her body betrayed her again.
Her grip tightened around Mikoto. Her mouth opened. Her tongue met Mikoto's, and the kiss turned into a slow, heated fight neither of them truly wanted to win.
The warmth of the onsen filled the room. The memory of the office flashed through Kushina's mind.
The clone, the walk though the village, the stares she got and the shame yet the thrill it brought.
Mikoto pulled back at last, breathing hard, her forehead resting against Kushina's.
Kushina's cheeks were flushed, her lips wet, her eyes wide and dazed.
"Mikoto..."
"I don't care who it was," Mikoto whispered, eyes dark with want and challenge. "Clone, original, memory, excuse. I don't care."
Kushina swallowed.
Mikoto's fingers tightened in her hair.
"I want that Kushina."
The words struck deeper than Kushina expected, Her heart pounded.
Mikoto leaned closer, her voice dropping lower.
"Show me."
Kushina stood there, holding her friend against her, trembling for the second time that evening.
Outside, in the backyard, the children continued shouting over shuriken scores, completely unaware of the storm unfolding beneath the house.
Inside the onsen room, Kushina closed her eyes.
The moral voice whispered one last warning.
'Do not.'
The naughty voice smiled.
'Show her.'
Kushina opened her eyes and Mikoto's smile widened.
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Kushina opened her eyes and Mikoto's smile widened.
For a few seconds, neither woman moved.
Only their breathing filled the warm onsen room, uneven and heavy, mingling with the soft sound of water shifting in the stone bath nearby. Kushina could still feel Mikoto wrapped around her, legs locked at her waist, fingers buried in her hair, lips close enough that every breath brushed against her mouth.
"Mikoto..." Kushina whispered, though she did not know if it was meant as a warning or a plea.
Mikoto tilted her head, eyes gleaming with that familiar Uchiha confidence.
"No running away this time, Kushi-chan…. You aren't a clone are you ?"
Kushina's hands tightened around her.
"I wasn't running….no I am not a clone…"
"Liar."
Before Kushina could answer, Mikoto kissed her again and even biting her lips.Kushina pulled back,
"Mikoto.."
Mikoto giggled "just confirming…" and then leaned in again. And this time, Kushina did not pretend to resist.
The kiss was slower, deeper, and far more sensual. Mikoto's fingers moved to the buttons of Kushina's shirt, undoing them one by one without breaking contact. Kushina's breath hitched against her lips as cool air brushed newly exposed skin.
"Mikoto..."
"Hmm?"
"You are so, so dominant, dattebane."
"And you are still talking too much, you say those lines way too many times…."
Kushina would have argued, but Mikoto caught her lower lip between hers and made every prepared complaint vanish from her mind.
Clothes began to fall.
Kushina's black skirt slipped loose first, dropping around her legs before being kicked aside. Her shirt followed, sliding off her shoulders and landing in a careless white heap on the warm stone floor. Her stockings were pulled away slowly, then tossed near the edge of the changing area. Her heels were left abandoned beside them, one lying sideways as if it too had surrendered.
Mikoto looked at wet panties "so you can lie as well….you are becoming slutty… a slutty…woman…"
"Mikoto…am not…that…" she spoke as felt Mikoto grabbing her bra clad breasts.
"Ahh…"she gasped. She heard and ignored her giggling of inner naughty voice calling her how true Mikoto was, how slutty it was feeling all day especially after clone's memories hit her.
Mikoto's hands moved with practiced shamelessness, finding clasps and hooks with infuriating ease. Kushina's bra joined the growing mess as she flicked her hard nipples.
Then her panties.
For a moment, Kushina stood still, red hair spilling down around her body like a curtain, face burning and breath uneven.
Mikoto looked at her with the usual hunger.
"You really don't know what you do to people, do you?" Mikoto murmured.
Kushina's throat went dry. Then, perhaps out of pride, perhaps out of revenge, perhaps because the naughty voice in her head had finally won one battle too many, Kushina reached for Mikoto's dress.
"Then maybe you should stop talking too."
Mikoto's smile sharpened.
"Finally."
Kushina pulled her in and kissed her hard.
Mikoto's loose dress slid from her shoulders soon after, falling around her feet in dark folds. Her pale bra followed, then her panties, both discarded without care. Within moments, the two women stood bare before each other, surrounded by the evidence of their lost restraint.
Kushina's shirt, skirt, bra, panties, stockings and heels lay scattered across the floor.
Mikoto's loose dress, pale bra, and panties rested near them.
A battlefield of silk, cotton, lace, and bold decisions.
'This is wrong, we just escaped office and what Tsunade nee said.. We should wait for Minato-koi' the moral voice whispered weakly.
'This is overdue… We… no I have unfinished business with Mikoto,' the naughty voice purred.
Kushina ignored both more specifically the moral voice, as Mikoto stepped forward and Kushina met her halfway. Their lips found each other again, and the last thread of hesitation snapped.
The kiss turned messy, breathless and demanding. Their round breasts pressed against each other, sending waves of pleasure through their bodies as their nipples playfully brushed against one another. Kushina's hands moved over Mikoto's back, pulling her closer. Mikoto's arms circled her neck, fingers threading through red hair as if she had been waiting years to do exactly this again.
The heat of the room seemed to close around them. Mikoto backed toward the bath.
Kushina followed.
One step.
Then another.
Then the back of Mikoto's heel touched the edge of the shallow stone basin.
Kushina noticed too late. Mikoto laughed into her mouth.
Then pulled her in.
SPLASH
Water splashed high as both women tumbled into the warm bath.
"Kya!"
The sound escaped Kushina before she could stop it, swallowed almost immediately by Mikoto's laughter.
"You planned that!" Kushina accused, pushing wet hair from her face.
Mikoto, now seated in the shallow water with soaked black hair clinging to her shoulders, smiled innocently.
"I did no such thing."
"Liar."
"Maybe."
Kushina glared.
Mikoto splashed her.
Kushina's mouth fell open.
"You did not just do that."
"I did."
"So, you are dead dattebane."
The next moment, Kushina lunged. Both women, honourable wives of the two most powerful and influential persons of Konoha and mothers to the outside world but here they were both naked breasts bouncing to any man's wet dream,If an ordinary man has seen this scene with his naked eyes he can't even last 2 mins
The water erupted around them as they grappled, laughing and breathless, their earlier intensity turning playful for a few short seconds. Mikoto tried to twist away, but Kushina caught her around the waist and pulled her back. Their breasts squashing against each other hardened nipples against each other. Mikoto gasped, immediately melted in her arms and kissed her again.
The laughter faded, the water settled into soft ripples.
They sat waist-deep in the water, Kushina's red hair darkened to burgundy by moisture, strands clinging to her shoulders and the swell of her breasts. Across from her, Mikoto's dark hair was slicked back, revealing the elegant curve of her neck, the sharp line of her collarbone. The water distorted their forms, but not enough to hide what was happening between them. Steam rose in lazy spirals from the dark stone basin, curling around paper lanterns that cast amber light across the water's surface. The air was thick with mineral warmth and the faint scent of yuzu drifting from the wooden bucket at the edge.
"You really were already worked up," Mikoto whispered,
"Mikoto."
"Kushina."
The way Mikoto said her name in a low, almost reverent tone, it made Kushina's stomach twist. That hunger rose again, coiling low in her belly. As if the name itself was casting some genjutsu on her, unraveling the last threads of restraint she'd been clinging to.
Whatever resistance she had left melted, She leaned in and kissed her again.
Slower this time.
Kushina's lips parted against Mikoto's, tasting the mineral water on her skin, the faint sweetness of sake still lingering on her breath. Mikoto's hand rose, fingers threading through Kushina's wet hair, cradling the back of her skull as the kiss deepened.
The water moved around them as they shifted bodies sliding and pressing in the warmth, every touch softened by steam and made sharper by memory. Mikoto's free hand found Kushina's waist beneath the surface, fingers tracing the curve of her hip, pulling her closer.
'This is insane. I shouldn't …' she thought
But her body was already responding, her hips tilting forward, her knees parting beneath the water.
Mikoto guided her down into the shallower side of the bath, and Kushina let herself be pulled. The stone floor was smooth beneath her palms as she braced herself, settling into the warm shallows where the water lapped at her ribs.
Their legs intertwined beneath the surface Mikoto's smooth and toned against her own. Their hips drew close, and Kushina felt the heat between them intensify, not just from the onsen. Their slits..Mikoto's bare waxed no haired one touched her covered in red strip, brushed through the water, electric and soft, and Kushina's breath hitched.
Mikoto's lips found her neck. She kissed along her jawline, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of sweat and steam. Kushina's head fell back, exposing more of her throat, a silent surrender that made Mikoto hum against her skin.
"Good," Mikoto whispered, the word vibrating against Kushina's pulse point.
Then Mikoto's leg shifted beneath the water. Her thigh pressed between Kushina's, not quite where she needed it, but close. So close. Kushina's hips rolled instinctively, seeking contact, and Mikoto smiled against her collarbone.
'She's teasing me. She knows exactly what she's doing' She wanted to dominate like her clone had done but her body was at its edge
"Please..." The word slipped out before Kushina could stop it.
"Please what?" Mikoto pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. Kushina's cheeks burned. She looked away, but Mikoto's fingers caught her chin, gently guiding her gaze back.
"Use your words, Fuku… Hokage…sama."
The title hit differently in this context. Formal and degrading yet exciting.
"I want..." Kushina's voice cracked. She swallowed. "I want to feel you."
Mikoto's thigh pressed higher, finding the hot slickness between Kushina's legs, and Kushina gasped a sharp, desperate sound that echoed off the stone walls.
"Like this?" Mikoto asked, her voice innocent, her thigh anything but.
"Ahhh... y-yes..y-yes..."
Their hips rolled together beneath the water slowly, grinding, building friction that made Kushina's toes curl against the basin floor. Her hands found Mikoto's waist, gripping the smooth skin, anchoring herself as sensation built.
"You are so charged these days…we did last night…," Mikoto murmured, her leg pressing deeper, rubbing against Kushina's clit through the water. "And we've barely begun."
"Hnnnh... shut up..."
Mikoto laughed a low, breathy sound that ghosted across Kushina's lips. "Make me."
Kushina kissed her again, fierce and desperate, pouring all her frustration and desire into the contact. Her tongue slid against Mikoto's, tasting, claiming. Her hips moved faster, grinding against Mikoto's thigh, chasing the edge that kept dancing just out of reach.
Mikoto's hand slid down between them, fingers finding Kushina's slit beneath the water. She parted her folds gently, circling her clit with practiced precision, and Kushina broke the kiss with a cry.
"Ahhhh! Mikoto…!"
"Relax," Mikoto whispered. " This is just between us…like always…maybe Hitomi….come on.."
Mikoto guided her down until Kushina lay on her back in the shallow water, the warm bath lapping at her breasts, her breasts tingled. Mikoto positioned herself above, her thighs bracketing Kushina's hips, their bodies aligned in the steam.
And then she lowered herself, pressing their slits together beneath the water again.
The contact was electric. Kushina gasped, her back arching, her hands gripping the stone edges of the basin. Mikoto began to move at a slow, grinding rhythm, their clits also got erected from all these actions rubbing together through the water, slick and hot. The water acting as natural lubricant as the began rubbing themselves at each other
"Ohhh... ohhh fuck..."
"Like this?" Mikoto repeated, her voice strained now, her breath coming faster.
"Yes aha…yes ahh….don't stop ahh"
Their hips rolled together, scissoring in the warm water, building pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in Kushina's belly. Mikoto leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Kushina's, her lips finding Kushina's ear.
"Cum for me, Kushina."
And she did.
The orgasm crashed through her like a wave—violent, consuming, pulling sounds from her throat she didn't recognize. Her body shuddered beneath Mikoto, her hips bucking against her, riding out the pleasure as Mikoto held her steady.
"Ahhhh ahhh AHHHH!"
Mikoto followed moments later, her rhythm stuttering, a soft cry escaping her lips as she ground against Kushina.
"Ahhhhh…."
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, the gentle lap of water, the distant drip of condensation from the stone ceiling.
Kushina lay in the shallows, her body limp, her mind blissfully blank for the first time since the day had begun.
The warm water lapped softly around her sides. Her red hair floated in loose strands across the surface like spilled silk, drifting around her shoulders and clinging to the stone beneath her. Mikoto rested on top of her, their skin pressed together, both women still breathing unevenly from what had just passed between them.
"Mikoto..." Kushina murmured, still sounding dazed.
"Mm?" Mikoto hummed, her face resting near Kushina's neck.
Kushina's fingers twitched against Mikoto's back. She should have said they needed to get up. She should have said enough. She should have said something responsible.Instead, the honest words almost slipped out.
'I'm still not satisfied.'
Mikoto's lips curled upward. She didn't find that confession insulting, but rather an invitation. She, too, felt she could go for another round.
Before she could speak, a knock sounded at the onsen door. Both women shuddered.
Kushina's eyes snapped open. Mikoto's head lifted.
For one frozen second, panic ran through them both. Then they sensed the chakra on the other side.
Hitomi.
Kushina released the breath she had been holding. Mikoto relaxed first, though the amused curve of her mouth returned far too quickly.
"You two decent?" Hitomi's voice called from outside.
"No," Mikoto answered without shame.
"Mikoto!" Kushina hissed.
"Then I am coming in," Hitomi said, as if that settled everything equally shamelessly.
The door slid open. Hitomi stepped inside and paused.
Her pale eyes moved first to the scattered clothes across the stone floor. Kushina's skirt, shirt, bra, panties, stockings, and heels lay in one ruined pile near the changing area. Mikoto's loose dress, pale bra, and panties rested not far from them. A few garments had been splashed by the bathwater and now clung damply to the stone.
Then Hitomi's gaze shifted toward the edge of the pool.
Kushina lay in the shallow water against the stone ledge, flushed and breathless, with Mikoto resting over her like a victorious cat. Their nude bodies were pressed together, hair wet, skin gleaming in the steam.
Hitomi raised one delicate eyebrow.
"Oh my," she said calmly. "You two are already done for."
Kushina covered her face with one hand.
"Hitomi..."
Mikoto only smiled, still not moving from Kushina.
"Join us, Hitomi."
Hitomi shook her head, though the corner of her mouth twitched.
"I would love to, but there has been a change of plan."
That got Mikoto's attention.
"What change?"
"Your elder son, Itachi-kun, has arrived asking for you."
Mikoto's eyes widened. Kushina's too.
"Itachi?" Mikoto said, finally sitting up a little. "Oh... today is the clan meeting schedule. I almost forgot." Her tone was far too casual, careless and fake.
Kushina narrowed her eyes immediately.
"You knew, dattebane."
Mikoto glanced away. "Maybe I did."
"You dragged me down here knowing you had to leave soon?" Kushina protested, almost whining.
Mikoto's smile turned sweet. "Maybe I wanted to make sure you understood how it feels to be left wanting."
Kushina's mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
"You are evil." Kushina pointed accusingly
"Uchiha, hnn" Mikoto corrected.
Hitomi sighed, stepping farther inside. "Come on, both of you. We have to go. Kō-kun has also arrived, and the children are nearly ready. We can have quick snacks before Mikoto has to return to her compound for her very important clan meeting."
The way Hitomi said the last words made it clear she did not believe Mikoto had forgotten anything either.
Kushina pointed at her. "You knew too."
Hitomi smiled. "I suspected."
"Betrayer."
"Again, you dug your own grave."
Mikoto finally slipped off Kushina and stood in the shallow water, stretching as if she had all the time in the world like a Cheshire cat. Her nipples still, erect her waxed pussy glistening, Kushina watched her for half a second too long before catching herself and scrambling upright.
"Stop posing," Kushina muttered.
"I am not posing."
"You are always posing."
Mikoto stepped out first, water trailing down her body as she walked toward the changing area with absolutely no shame. Kushina followed a moment later, grabbing one of the towels from a nearby stone and pressing it across her chest.
Hitomi watched both of them with a composed expression, though her eyes were far too amused.
"You two are hopeless."
Kushina's cheeks turned red. "This is not my fault."
Mikoto looked over her shoulder. "You keep saying that."
"Because it is true."
"Truth should sound more convincing."
Kushina huffed and began rubbing herself dry with the towel, trying very hard to ignore the way Mikoto moved beside her. That was when Mikoto's gaze fell upon the small shelf near the changing area.
Oils.
Perfumes.
Bath salts.
Several small vials were neatly arranged there, including a few Kushina had received among the gift scrolls from the Daimyo's wife in Hot Springs Country.
Mikoto's eyes sharpened.
"Oh?"
Kushina immediately knew that tone.
"No."
Mikoto stepped closer to the shelf. "So you have started using them?"
"Mikoto."
"Mou, why didn't you tell me so?" Mikoto picked up one of the vials, holding it toward the lantern light. The pale golden oil shimmered inside. "We could have used this before having fun."
Kushina pointed at her while still holding the towel against herself. "Don't speak with me, you came here just for revenge?"
Mikoto giggled. "Will you blame me? The way your clone … no it was you who left us..."
"It was not me."
"It looked like you."
"It was a clone."
"It kissed like you."
Kushina's face burned.
Hitomi, traitorous as ever, did not help.
Instead, she stepped closer as Mikoto opened the vial and took a small sniff.
Mikoto's expression shifted with interest.
"Uhh... exotic. I like this."
Hitomi held out her palm, and Mikoto tipped a tiny drop onto it. Hitomi rubbed it lightly between her fingers and brought it near her nose.
"Exotic," she agreed. "Hot Springs Country truly knows how to make these. Next time, bring some for us as well."
"No." Kushina snatched the vial from them both. "You don't deserve it. Especially you, Mikoto."
Mikoto pouted dramatically.
"Mou, don't be like that. Now you know how it feels to be left hot and dry, don't you?"
Hitomi joined in, her voice far too gentle to be innocent. "Yes, bad Kushina. Maybe now you will understand how it feels while you wait for Mikoto to come back to you again."
Kushina stared at both of them. "I just hate you both."
Mikoto smiled. "No, you don't."
Hitomi added, "Not even a little."
Kushina sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. She closed the vial, but not before letting a few drops fall onto her palm. The scent was rich, warm, and slightly floral, with a trace of something deeper beneath it. She had started to like these oils; they felt so pleasing and so cooling. She rubbed it along her neck first, then across her collarbone, arms, and behind her ears.
She hesitated.
Then, with her face still red, she applied a little across her breasts and stomach quickly, usually she would have applied some lower to with more quantity but not in front of her friends.
Mikoto's eyes followed the movement with great interest.
Kushina glared. "Don't."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your eyes did."
"My eyes are honest."
"Your eyes are perverts."
Mikoto laughed and picked up another vial from the shelf, this one not from Hot Springs Country but from the set Mikoto herself had gifted Kushina during one of their shopping trips.
Kushina immediately pointed at her.
"Put that back."
Mikoto uncorked it anyway.
"Stingy Kushina," she sang. "At least I can use my own gift."
Before Kushina could protest, Mikoto poured a small amount onto her own palm and began applying it with slow, deliberate care. First across her neck. Then behind her ears. Then along her collarbone. Her hands moved lower, spreading the oil over her breasts with shameless confidence, especially how she rolled her nipples with oil, while smiling directly at Kushina.
Kushina's eye twitched."You are doing that on purpose."
"Of course." Mikoto smirked
Hitomi shook her head. "You two are going to make us late."
"She started it," Kushina said.
"Your clone started it," Mikoto corrected.
"It was not me!"
"It was you enough."
Hitomi clapped her hands once, bringing both women back to the present.
"Ladies. Clothes. Now."
That finally worked.
The three women moved quickly after that. Kushina opened a small drawer near the changing area and took out a fresh pair of underwear, silently thanking herself for keeping spare clothes near the onsen. She changed into them with her back turned, though with Mikoto in the room, modesty felt more like an idea than an actual shield.
After drying properly, Kushina drew on the same outfit she had worn earlier, fixing each piece with careful hands, shirt, skirt and heels. Her stocking had unfortunately fallen too close to the water. She checked the mirror twice, making sure nothing looked out of place.
Mikoto redressed in her own loose casual dress, moving with the ease of someone who had not just caused complete chaos in another woman's private bath. She tied her hair back loosely, then dabbed one last bit of oil behind her ear.
Kushina noticed.
Mikoto noticed Kushina noticing.
Both stared at each other for a moment.
Hitomi stepped between them before the air could turn dangerous again.
"Enough."
Kushina cleared her throat and bent slightly to pull on her heels.
"Fine. I'm ready."
Mikoto smiled, smoothing down her dress.
"So am I."
Hitomi looked between them, then sighed like a woman who had been placed in charge of two troublesome genin.
"Good. Let's go before the children start another war in your backyard and poor Ko and Itachi kun can't control them and run away."
Kushina straightened, still feeling the warmth of the onsen beneath her skin and Mikoto's oil lingering faintly in the air.
Mikoto walked past her toward the door, pausing only long enough to whisper beside her ear.
"Do not think this is over, Kushi-chan."
Kushina's breath caught. Mikoto smiled and continued out.
Hitomi followed, calm and graceful as ever.
Kushina remained behind for one second, staring at their backs.
Then she closed her eyes. The moral voice spoke first. 'This is good. She is leaving.'
The naughty voice answered softly. 'For now.'
Kushina groaned under her breath.
"Dattebane..."
Then she hurried after them.