The gentle scent of sakura blossoms and warm mineral water filled the private Hyūga Onsen, the once lively conversation between the three kunoichi now replaced by a comfortable, humming silence.
Kushina rested her arms along the smooth stone edge of the hot spring, exhaling contentedly as the rippling heat soaked into her muscles. Her crimson hair floated lazily around her shoulders, strands glimmering with moisture. Across from her, Mikoto and Hitomi had been whispering about something, their hushed giggles drifting faintly through the steam.
Suddenly, Hitomi perked up.
"Ah, damn. I just remembered something."
Kushina cracked one eye open, her voice lazy. "What?"
Hitomi sighed and stood, water cascading down her body, droplets racing along the soft curves of her breasts and thighs. "I left something I wanted to show you. I need to grab it. Wait for me, okay?"
Mikoto tilted her head. "Oh, the same thing you showed me last time? Didn't you put it in that wooden box? The one with the jade seal?"
Hitomi blinked, then muttered under her breath. "Oh, shit. Yeah. If the attendants see that, they might assume it is something and take it straight to my husband."
Still lounging, Kushina let out a soft yawn, arching her back slightly in the water, breasts rising above the surface. "So go get it."
Hitomi groaned. "Ugh. I don't want to walk all the way there alone. Mikoto, come with me?"
Mikoto raised a brow. "Why me?"
Hitomi nudged her playfully. "Because you have that fancy Sharingan and you'll spot it faster than me. Besides, it's better for the two of us to search than one."
Mikoto sighed dramatically, stretching her arms, causing her chest to lift enticingly. "Fine, fine. But you owe me."
Hitomi grinned, then turned to Kushina. "Stay put. We'll be back in a few minutes."
Kushina waved a lazy hand, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, still replaying fragments of their earlier teasing conversation.
With that, the two women stepped out of the onsen, their wet, glistening bodies disappearing behind the sliding door, leaving Kushina alone in the warm, steamy bath.
Time passed.
Kushina tapped her fingers idly against the smooth stone ledge, watching as the golden light of the evening sun filtered through the paper screens, casting streaks of orange and soft pink across the gently shimmering water. Her mind wandered back to the earlier conversation, their teasing words echoing louder now in the silence.
'Am I really that oblivious?' she wondered, her brows furrowing slightly as ripples danced around her.
It had been more than a few minutes.
She frowned and glanced toward the entrance. 'What the hell is taking them so long?'
"Tch. Those two better not be playing a prank."
Deciding that she was done waiting, Kushina stood up. The water clung to her skin as it slid down her curves, her bare body glowing in the soft afternoon light. Droplets ran down her firm breasts, past her flat stomach, down to her thighs, and along the trimmed mound of her pussy. A soft hiss escaped her lips as the cool air kissed her damp, flushed skin.
She stepped carefully toward the nearby stool, where a soft white towel had been folded. She reached for it, draping it around herself and securing it just above her chest, the fabric clinging to her wetness.
Just as she was about to tie the knot, the door to the onsen slid open.
Kushina froze.
For a split second, everything slowed.
Standing in the doorway, dressed in a simple white yukata, was none other than Hizashi Hyūga.
His pale Byakugan eyes widened ever so slightly, the stoic mask he always wore faltering as his gaze landed on her.
On Kushina, half-nude, towel barely secured, skin glistening with moisture, steam swirling around her like something out of a forbidden dream.
The swell of her breasts Her nipples barely hidden beneath the damp fabric. The towel had slipped slightly, exposing the curve of her hip, the side of her breast, and the shadowed dip of her waist.
For Kushina, several things happened at once.
First, she felt the towel loosen a little more, the fabric slipping lower, dangerously close to baring the soft swell of her pussy.
Second, Hizashi inhaled sharply. His gaze did not immediately avert. There was hesitation, a moment where his eyes lingered just a beat too long and Kushina saw it.
Third, her entire body flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the onsen. Her skin tingled. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. A pulse of wetness slid down the inside of her thigh as her pussy clenched.
Kushina, despite being a fearless warrior, a woman who had faced down legendary shinobi and survived wars, did something completely uncharacteristic.
She let out a small, breathy, startled yelp.
"H-Hizashi?!"
Kushina, meanwhile, was still recovering from the shock, clutching her towel with white-knuckled fingers, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Her breathing was shaky, the residual heat from the encounter burning through her cheeks and spreading down her neck.
"Who the hell sent you in here?!" she hissed, frantically yanking the towel tighter around herself, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
A beat of tense silence.
Then it hit her.
Her eyes narrowed, realization settling like lightning in her chest.
"Hitomi."
As if summoned by the accusation, the door slid open again. In burst Hitomi and Mikoto, both laughing hysterically. Hizashi turned around and was walking quickly, practically running as he tried to exit the room, his face still visibly flushed, his posture stiff and awkward. But before he could fully escape, Hitomi reached out and caught his arm, preventing him from bolting, even as he kept his face turned firmly away from Kushina's direction.
Kushina spun around, furious and mortified, her face still flushed a deep scarlet. She pointed an accusatory, dripping finger at Hitomi, who looked completely unapologetic, grinning like a mischievous fox caught in the henhouse.
"You did this on purpose!" she accused she hadn't thought her friends were playing on the bet like this and so early.
Mikoto was doubled over beside her, barely able to breathe through her laughter, clutching her stomach with one hand while the other braced against the wall.
"Oh my god, Kushi-chan! You should've seen your face!"
Hitomi snorted, fanning herself dramatically with her free hand. "And Hizashi's! I swear, he looked like he was contemplating the secrets of the universe for a moment there!"
Hizashi cleared his throat.
"Hitomi-sama."
His voice was calm, but the edge in it was impossible to miss. His tone was flat, attempting restraint, but underneath it Kushina could hear the tension and annoyance.
Hitomi blinked at him innocently. "Yes, dear?"
He exhaled slowly through his nose.
"Why was I sent here under false pretenses?"
Hitomi tilted her head, her expression playful and unbothered. "Well, I was thinking of sending in one of the attendants to grab the scroll, but then I saw you walking by, all dignified and proper, and thought, 'Why not send someone respectable and imperturbable like you?'"
"Respectable?!" Kushina sputtered, her voice full of disbelief, clutching her towel tighter as it threatened to slip again from her damp body.
Hitomi nodded with faux wisdom. "Who better to prove whether or not the Hyūga are truly 'immune' to your charms?"
Mikoto wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter finally calming into small giggles. "And I think we have our answer."
Kushina groaned loudly, turning back around and burying her face in her hands, steam rising not just from the hot water, but from her overheated, humiliated body. Her nipples still tingled beneath the towel from the cold rush of air and Hizashi's gaze. Her pussy throbbed faintly from the embarrassment-fueled arousal that still lingered in her core.
"I hate both of you," she muttered into her palms.
Hizashi quickly pulled his arm free and moved toward the exit without another word.
But just before he stepped out, Mikoto lifted her hand and called after him, her voice sweet and laced with laughter.
"Hizashi, before you go, be honest... How was the view?"
Hizashi froze mid-step.
Kushina wanted to lunge at Mikoto but stopped…her face going red….
"Mikoto, I swear to…"
But Hizashi was already gone, slipping through the doorway with stiff composure and closing it firmly behind him. He didn't even glance back, though his flushed ears betrayed the chaos unraveling in his chest.
Hitomi and Mikoto immediately collapsed into laughter again, both dressed in matching Kimonos.
Meanwhile, Kushina sank deeper into the steaming water, pulling her knees up, burying half her face behind them as her entire body flushed with mortification. Her pussy still throbbed slightly from the earlier tension, her towel nearly forgotten, clinging to the edge of the spring. She was soaked, but it wasn't just from the water. The lingering heat between her legs, the ache in her slit, none of it had faded.
"I am going to kill both of you," she muttered, voice muffled, cheeks blazing.
Mikoto, still grinning, reached out and nudged her teasingly beneath the water, her fingers grazing Kushina's thigh. "Sure, sure. But after you wear what we pick out for you." She leaned in, her grin turning devilish. "A bet's a bet, Kushi-chan."
Kushina groaned loudly, dragging her hand down her face.
'Why the hell did I agree to this?!'
Thinking quickly, she sat up and waved her hand in what she tried to make a dismissive gesture.
"Oh, come on. I was obviously joking. You don't seriously expect me to go through with that, right?"
For a moment, silence. And then...
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged that familiar, deadly look.
Hitomi's eyes glinted with wicked amusement. "Oh? So that's how it is?"
Mikoto's smirk deepened. "Kushina Uzumaki, the so-called fearless Deputy Hokage... is actually scared?"
Hitomi sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "What a shame. I really thought you had more courage than this, Kushi-chan."
Kushina's eye twitched. "I am not scared."
Mikoto leaned forward, her voice low and teasing. "Then prove it."
Hitomi gasped mockingly, covering her mouth. "Oh no... What if she's just a coward? I wonder how the article would look in Fire Emblem: 'Deputy Hokage backs out of her own words.'"
Mikoto chuckled, pressing further. "Imagine what the shinobi of Konoha would think if they knew their battle-hardened redheaded legend turned tail over a little bet."
Kushina gritted her teeth. Her face heated even more, not from the onsen, but from the sheer audacity of the two women in front of her.
'These bitches…'
She knew. She just knew. If she tried to back out, they would never let her live it down. Not tomorrow, not next week. Every damn day, they'd be on her about it.
She exhaled sharply, dragging her fingers through her dripping crimson hair. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and her wet skin glistened as the water slid down her curves.
"Fine. You win."
Mikoto beamed in triumph. "That's the spirit!"
Hitomi clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."
Kushina groaned again, pressing her fingers to her temples.
'This is not how I expected this bet to go. But I should have expected this from these two.'
Her pussy still tingled from the lingering embarrassment, and she could feel her juices leaking , warmth pooling between her thighs.
Trying to change the subject, she stood up abruptly, the water cascading down her glistening body, nipples peeking proudly as the steam wrapped around her frame.
"We have to pick up the kids. Come on, let's go."
Behind her, Mikoto and Hitomi giggled, whispers following her retreat.
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Kushina stormed out of the Hyūga compound, her face still burning with residual embarrassment.
"You two are the worst!" she hissed at Mikoto and Hitomi, who trailed behind her, still laughing at her expense.
Mikoto giggled, effortlessly adjusting the strap of her kimono. "Oh, Kushi-chan, don't be such a sore loser. You lost the bet fair and square."
Hitomi snorted. "And honestly? You are running out faster than a Genin who just saw their first real fight."
Kushina whipped her head around, eyes blazing. "Are you kidding me?! I was literally half-naked, and your damn brother-in-law walked in on me!"
Hitomi smirked. "And he definitely didn't mind."
Kushina let out a low groan, burying her face in her hands.
"Ughhh, I can never face him again!"
Hitomi grinned mischievously, nudging Kushina's side. "Why not? It's not like he saw everything. Just a very, very nice glimpse."
Kushina glared daggers at her. "That's not helping!"
Hitomi shrugged, pretending to look deep in thought. "But you know, Kushi-chan, you're probably the first non-Hyūga woman Hizashi has ever seen in such a… sexy state."
Mikoto gasped dramatically. "Ohhh, that's true! If you weren't married you could have ruined the 'Hyūga Purity!' at that moment. Or maybe it didn't matter if you were married or not." she winked.
Hitomi smirked. "Think about it, what if he actually liked what he saw?"
Kushina felt her entire body go hot again.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" she growled, stomping ahead, refusing to even glance back at them.
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged a look, barely containing their laughter as they followed their mortified friend out of the compound.
By the time they reached Konoha's Shinobi Academy, Kushina was still determinedly ignoring everything about Hizashi Hyūga, which became significantly harder when she felt his presence approaching.
She knew it was him.
The way his chakra felt calm, steady, but… tinged with unease.
Her back straightened instinctively as she stared ahead, pretending to be very, very interested in the Academy gates.
"Kushina-sama."
His voice was measured, but she could hear the faint strain in it.
Kushina pretended not to hear.
Mikoto and Hitomi immediately perked up, watching the scene unfold like it was prime entertainment.
Hizashi stopped beside her, hands folded neatly behind his back, his usual stoic mask in place, but there was a slight stiffness in his posture, he was clearly uncomfortable.
"I… wish to extend my deepest apologies for earlier. I was unaware that the room was occupied."
Kushina continued to pretend he did not exist.
She kept her eyes trained forward, lips pressed together, expression unmoving.
"Although it was the work of a hoax." he glanced sideways at Hitomi who did not shy away from his withering gaze and met it with an innocent smile as if she had done nothing. "It was an unfortunate mistake, and I regret the-"
She immediately cut him off by talking over him, but not to him.
"Oh wow, look at the time! We're gonna be late picking up the kids!" she announced loudly, marching ahead as fast as possible.
Hizashi blinked once, completely ignored.
Mikoto and Hitomi burst into laughter again, falling into step beside Kushina.
"Cold." Hitomi chuckled. "Absolutely brutal."
Mikoto grinned. "Poor guy was trying to be all proper, and you just left him out in the cold like a rejected suitor."
Kushina groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Can you both shut up for just one minute?"
Mikoto smirked. "Oh, we absolutely could… but we won't."
Despite the merciless teasing, Kushina successfully avoided any further interactions with Hizashi and focused on picking up the kids from the Academy.
The main targets were gathered swiftly, Naruto, obviously, bouncing with excitement at seeing his mother. Sasuke, as expected, was clinging to Mikoto's sleeve, his usual silent but stubborn way of showing attachment. Hinata, visibly brightened at the sight of her mother and Kushina, her small hands fidgeting as she stepped closer. Karin, on the other hand, had no such hesitation, already gripping Kushina's arm possessively, making it clear she wasn't about to let go anytime soon.
"Kaa-san! Kaa-san! You are here today! But you took forever" Naruto complained, puffing out his cheeks.
Kushina smiled and ruffled his hair. "I was busy. But I'm here now, Naru-cahn."
"Tch." Sasuke muttered, crossing his arms.
Mikoto laughed, pulling him into a half-hug. "You missed me, Sasuke-kun?"
The Uchiha boy huffed but didn't pull away.
Meanwhile, Kiba, Shikamaru, and Chōji had wandered over, looking at Naruto expectantly.
"Hey, Naruto! Can we come to your place?" Kiba asked excitedly.
Shikamaru yawned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It's a drag but let's get this over with. Troublesome day."
Chōji simply grinned. "You better give the best snacks!"
Kushina blinked as Naruto gave her a hopeful look. Having told his friends showing them his latest weapon collections.
"Please, Kaa-san? Can they come?"
Kushina sighed, glancing at Mikoto and Hitomi, who just smirked.
Hitomi leaned in, whispering in her ear. "You could always invite Hizashi too. I'm sure he'd love to join."
Kushina smacked her arm. "Fuck you."
Hitomi giggled.
Mikoto just smiled innocently. "So, are we taking the whole pack of them?"
Kushina sighed dramatically.
"Fine. But if they break something, I'm making you pay for it."
"Yay, you are the best kaa-chan," Naruto grinned.
With that, the entire group of kids, plus three mischievous mothers headed toward the Uzumaki Compound.
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After arriving at the Uzumaki Compound, Kushina quickly prepared some snacks for the kids, ensuring they were settled and occupied. Naruto was placed in charge, a dangerous decision, but given how much he loved taking responsibility, she hoped it would keep him from causing too much chaos.
"Behave, all of you! I don't want to hear any complaints when I come back!" Kushina called out.
"Yes, Kaa-san!" Naruto grinned, puffing his chest proudly.
With the children set, Mikoto and Hitomi immediately dragged Kushina to her bedroom, barely giving her a moment to breathe before demanding she bring out the gifted clothing scroll.
"Come on, Kushi-chan, time to see what treasures you've been hoarding!" Mikoto teased.
Kushina sighed, grumbling as she went to her dresser and retrieved the sealing scroll containing all the outfits gifted to her by the Fire Daimyo's wife(which in reality were chosen by daimyo and guard himself) and other nobles. She placed it on the bed, already dreading what was about to happen.
Mikoto and Hitomi wasted no time, unsealing the contents one by one.
Their eyes widened as various luxurious outfits appeared on the bed, kimonos, sleeveless shirts, office mini pencil skirts, elegant lingerie, some stylish bras and thongs, short dresses, perfumes, and finely crafted accessories.
"Wow, that's a lot," Mikoto murmured, running her fingers through some of the more extravagant pieces.
Hitomi smirked, holding up a pair of silk panties with delicate embroidery. "Damn, Kushi-chan, they really wanted you to look good, huh?"
Kushina rolled her eyes, refusing to engage in their obvious teasing.
But then, something unexpected appeared.
Mikoto suddenly pulled out a familiar outfit, a purple Qipao with white shorts.
Kushina froze.
"Oh? Didn't see this last time," Mikoto said, holding it up with an intrigued expression.
Kushina's entire body tensed. She had made a mistake, she had given that scroll.
That Qipao wasn't just a gift, it was the one she had actually worn on the final day in the capital during the festival. She knew if Mikoto knew about it she would hear the end of it.
Her face heated up instantly, but she forced herself to keep her composure.
"Oh, uh… yeah, that was a gift too," she said quickly, praying they wouldn't notice her discomfort.
But Mikoto and Hitomi immediately caught on.
Mikoto's eyes narrowed playfully. "Really? You didn't wear this already?"
Kushina turned away, busying herself with another scroll. "Of course not! It's just another one of the many gifts."
Hitomi smirked knowingly. "See? This is why she still sees these gifts as 'innocent.'"
Kushina bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to let them get to her.
But it was too late.
"Alright, let's start dressing you up," Mikoto grinned, already pulling out one of the more revealing dresses.
"Wait, wait, " Kushina stepped back, hands raised defensively, but it was pointless.
Hitomi grabbed her wrist, smirking. "Oh no, Kushi-chan, you're not running away. We have a bet to settle."
"First things first, " Mikoto tossed a lacy white bra and matching panties at her. "Undies. Try these on."
Kushina sighed, reluctantly taking the offered lingerie. With no escape, she turned her back to them, her fingers hesitating at the buttons of her blouse before slowly undoing them one by one. The fabric peeled away, revealing the smooth expanse of her bare back before she slipped it off completely.
Next, she reached for the waistband of her pencil skirt, unzipping it at the side before letting it slide down her hips, pooling at her feet. Now standing in just her plain undergarments, she felt the heat of their gazes behind her, unspoken amusement practically radiating from them.
With a muffled grumble, she hooked her fingers into the band of her panties, pulling them down swiftly before unclasping her bra, letting both pieces fall away.
For a moment, she stood completely bare, her body bathed in the soft, golden light filtering through the window screens. The evening air brushed against her exposed skin, goosebumps rising along her arms.
She grabbed the delicate lace-trimmed panties, sliding them up her legs, adjusting them into place before reaching for the bra, pulling it over her chest and fastening the clasp.
Finally, she turned back around, arms crossed over her stomach, the gaze averted to the side and her face still holding a faint flush.
Mikoto and Hitomi were watching far too intently, eyes gleaming with amusement.
Mikoto smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Damn, Kushi-chan. I almost feel bad making you wear anything at all."
Kushina scowled, but the warmth in her stomach betrayed her.
Mikoto tilted her head, her expression curious yet amused as she picked up the purple Qipao and white shorts, her fingers trailing along the delicate fabric. But then, her gaze landed on something that made her pause.
A dried patch mark on the white shorts. It was faint, off-white with a slightly yellowish tinge against the bright fabric. Small enough to not be obvious at first glance, but definitely not from sweat.
As she ran her fingers over the spot. It appeared slightly stiff. Rougher than the rest of the material.
That's when it clicked. This wasn't just some old, random stain. Her eyes widened in realisation.
Kushina saw what Mikoto was doing and felt her stomach drop.
Mikoto's eyes gleamed mischievously as she turned the garment over, grinning like a cat who just caught its prey.
"Oh? You wore this on your trip, didn't you, minx?" she laughed, and there was a hint of jealousy laced in her voice.
Kushina's face went up in flames as she wrapped her arms around her barely-clothed body, her lingerie-clad figure giving away her growing nervousness.
"Ooh, so you're not so innocent after all, Kushi-chan," Hitomi fired back, plucking the Qipao from the bed and holding it up like a prize.
"Wearing this skimpy outfit, huh? Were you entertaining someone?" she quipped, smirking as she twirled the fabric in her hands.
Kushina's throat went dry.
"It was nothing like that!" she snapped, her voice a little too defensive. "I just… tested it when the Daimyo's wife gifted it."
A half-lie.
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged knowing looks.
Then, Mikoto arched an eyebrow, her smirk deepening.
"Wait a minute… so you admit you wore it for the Daimyo's wife? Was she so attractive?"
Kushina froze, realizing she had just walked into a trap.
Mikoto's grin turned downright wicked as she lifted the white shorts again, pointing at the faint dried mark.
"You naughty minx." She leaned in, voice dripping with mock scandal. "You were going commando when you wore this, weren't you?"
Kushina's entire body locked up.
Hitomi's eyes widened in realization, her expression shifting from surprise to pure delight.
"You actually went commando in that outfit?! Damn, you were bold!"
Kushina felt all the blood in her body rush to her face.
Her legs pressed together instinctively, her fingers curling at her sides as she struggled to come up with a response.
"I… I… That's not…"
Mikoto and Hitomi were grinning like devils now.
Mikoto took a step closer, lifting the Qipao toward her. "Come on, wear it for us. Show us how you looked."
Kushina gawked at her. "Are you insane?!"
Hitomi folded her arms. "Oh, what? You were bold enough to wear it while going commando outside for a stranger, but now you're shy?"
Mikoto nodded sagely. "Truly tragic."
Kushina groaned loudly, throwing her head back in defeat.
"You both are insufferable!"
"And you love us, now put it on, minx."
After a few more rounds of teasing and complaints, Kushina finally cursed herself and gave in.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached behind her back, unclasping her stylish bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the bed. Same was done with netted panties.
Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool evening air, a mix of embarrassment and thrill coursing through her as her bare chest was fully exposed for a moment. Especially because of the attentive stares of her friends who were enjoying the show.
She hurriedly grabbed the Qipao, slipping it over her head, the silken fabric gliding against her bare skin, hugging her curves tightly.
She bit her bottom lip as she smoothed the hem down, before reaching for the white shorts.
'Why am I nervous? It's just clothes. Just clothes.'
But as she pulled the shorts up her legs, her breath hitched slightly.
She could feel everything.
The soft friction of fabric against bare skin, the way the tightness pressed against her hips, her thighs, and how there was nothing underneath just her.
A shiver crawled up her spine as she finally fastened the shorts, standing straight.
Mikoto and Hitomi were staring.
Mikoto slowly stood, taking a step forward, her eyes drinking in the sight before her.
"Damn, Kushi-chan…" she murmured, her voice lower now.
She moved even closer.
Kushina swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.
Mikoto reached out, cupping Kushina's cheek gently, tilting her face up slightly.
Then, with no hesitation, she closed the gap, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against her lips.
Kushina's breath caught.
A different kind of heat pooled in her stomach.
She wasn't sure if it was from the lingerie earlier, the outfit, or the way Mikoto's lips felt against hers, but she knew one thing.
She wasn't going to stop it.
Mikoto's lips were soft yet insistent, pressing against Kushina's as her hands wandered lower, cupping the firm curve of her ass over the snug white shorts.
Kushina felt a rush of heat flood her body, her pulse quickening as Mikoto's fingers squeezed and kneaded her backside, the friction against the thin fabric only making things worse.
A slow, damp warmth started pooling between her thighs.
Her breath hitched, her body tensing, toes curling slightly against the floor as Mikoto's hands explored.
Then….A loud cough.
Both women froze.
Kushina turned her head slightly, still dazed, her lips slightly parted.
Hitomi was standing nearby, arms folded, eyebrow raised, her expression a mix of mild amusement and exasperation.
"Come on, you two, we need to try more outfits," she deadpanned. Then, her gaze flicked to Mikoto, her lips quirking into a smirk.
"Control yourself, you can have her once we're done outfit testing," she grinned.
Mikoto pouted dramatically, her hands finally retreating from Kushina's shorts. "Fine, fine."
But then, her playful smirk returned as she tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to be in deep thought.
"But, now that we've concluded Kushi-chan likes going commando…"
Kushina's entire body went rigid "Wha… I never said… that…" she sputtered her naughty voice purred inside her head "But we really liked it didn't we ?" Her heart threatened to blow out of her chest.
Her eyes were now on Mikoto who grinned deviously. "No need for undies, then! Just try the outfits as they are."
Kushina stared in horror.
"What?! Absolutely not!"
Hitomi shrugged, feigning innocence. "Come on, it's your home. No one's going to see you. Just go natural."
Kushina groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands.
"I hate both of you."
Mikoto's voice was far too cheerful. "No, you don't."
Kushina's stomach twisted, her skin burning as she hesitated.
Mikoto and Hitomi just watched, waiting.
After a few more rounds of protest, Kushina finally let out a defeated sigh, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slipping them down her legs. Standing in just qipao as Mikoto whistles "damn girl this way better like this then with the shorts."
The air kissed her bare skin of her legs and her core, making her shudder slightly as she stepped out of them.
Then, with a deep breath, she reached behind her back, unfastening qipao and letting it slide off her shoulders, her breasts now fully bare.
She placed both pieces neatly on the bed, standing there, her body completely exposed.
Her heart pounded as she clutched the edge of bed, knowing full well how insanely embarrassing this was.
But, deep in her stomach beneath the humiliation and frustration was a tiny, thrilling heat curling in her gut and accelerating her heartbeat..
'Damn it. Why does this feel so exciting?'
Mikoto picked out a white sleeveless blouse and a maroon mini pencil skirt
"Here, try this."
Kushina sighed, slipping out of her robe and pulling the blouse over her head. The material hugged her figure tightly, clinging to her curves. Her nipples immediately poked through the fabric, pressing against the soft material.
'Oh no.'
Mikoto and Hitomi noticed instantly.
"Damn, those are perky," Mikoto snickered.
Kushina crossed her arms over her chest immediately. "Shut up!"
Next, she pulled on the mini pencil skirt.
As soon as she fastened it into place, she realized, it was way too short.
Kushina twisted her body, trying to check herself in the mirror, but there was no way this was appropriate. Kushina stood before the full-length mirror, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face burning with a mix of frustration and sheer embarrassment.
The white sleeveless blouse clung to her curves, the thin material pressing snugly against her breasts. With no bra underneath, her nipples were clearly outlined, perky against the fabric, making her hyper-aware of how much skin she was exposing.
But it was the skirt that was truly sinful.
The mini pencil skirt barely reached the tops of her thighs, dangerously short to the point where she felt like one wrong move, and she'd be flashing everything. She twisted her body, trying to gauge just how much was visible from the sides and back, but it was even worse than she thought.
'Holy shit, I can't wear this. If I bend even slightly, I'll be showing my entire ass!'
Her bare thighs felt completely exposed, the smoothness of her inner legs brushing against each other in a way that made her hyper-aware of the fact that she was not wearing anything underneath.
"This is way too damn short!" she grumbled, tugging the hem down in vain.
The movement only made things worse, the fabric riding up instead of down, making her feel like she was barely even dressed.
And it didn't help that the skirt was barely able to hide her pussy, if someone looked too closely at some angle, they'd definitely notice the faint curve of her lips beneath the fabric.
Hitomi, grinning, leaned against the dresser. "No, it's perfect. Very… modern."
Mikoto tilted her head, smirking as she traced her chin thoughtfully. "It does highlight those long legs of yours. No wonder men keep staring."
Kushina groaned loudly, gripping the hem again, but it was hopeless.
"I swear to Kami, you two are the worst."
Mikoto and Hitomi exchanged a look, then grinned mischievously.
And then…
The door burst open.
Kushina barely had time to register the sudden invasion before she was met with a chorus of gasps and stunned silence.
Standing frozen in the doorway was a group of young boys, their eyes wide as saucers as they stared at the sight before them. Naruto, Sasuke, Kiba, Shikamaru, and Chōji stood motionless, each reacting in their own way. The room was dead silent, the only sounds being the faint rustling of fabric and the distant chatter of Hinata and Karin downstairs.
Kushina's stomach dropped.
'Oh. My. GOD.'
Her entire body locked up, heat flooding her face as she stood there, barely dressed in a skin-tight sleeveless blouse and an indecently short skirt, with her dresses and underwear scattered visibly around the room.
The boys were motionless, each reacting differently:
Naruto just looked confused, tilting his head, clearly not understanding why everyone else was so flustered.
Sasuke, standing beside him, had his arms crossed but was definitely blushing, though he looked more mildly concerned than embarrassed.
Kiba's mouth hung open like a literal dog, his face turning deep red, his eyes darting between Kushina's perky nipples visible under her blouse and her bare, exposed thighs.
Shikamaru faced red, looking away immediately like he wanted to disappear.
Chōji, unfazed, just casually pulled out a bag of chips and started eating.
Just as had happened with Hizashi earlier, Kushina did not know how to react to being seen in such an exposed state, acting awkwardly. Kushina's breath caught in her throat, stopped her arms flying down to cover the hem of her skirt, as she quickly seated on the dressing stool and desperately tried to make herself look less exposed.
'Oh my log, oh kami, oh my log, '
Mikoto and Hitomi, of course, were dying of laughter in the background.
Mikoto was clutching her stomach, barely holding in her cackles, while Hitomi covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking from silent amusement.
Kiba was still staring, his brain clearly short-circuiting as his eyes kept darting between her legs and chest, taking in everything.
And then, the final blow came.
Naruto, clueless as ever, spoke up, grinning like nothing was weird.
"Kaa-san, can we go to Ichiraku Ramen?"
Silence.
Kushina felt like she was about to die on the spot.
Her face was so hot, she was sure it was going to melt off her skull.
Mikoto, unable to contain herself, burst into laughter again. "Oh my god, Naruto!"
Kushina couldn't even speak.
Her brain had short-circuited, her eyes staring at Naruto in mute horror, her lips slightly parted, but no words coming out.
Naruto, still blissfully unaware of the tension, pouted. "What? Why are you all acting weird?We all just agreed to have ramen didn't we."
Shikamaru, still looking away, sighed heavily as he muttered. "Naruto,troublesome."
Sasuke turned his head slightly, his eyebrow twitching in frustration.
Naruto frowned. "Huh? What? We're just here to ask permission…"
He really didn't understand why everyone was reacting so oddly. So what if his mom was dressed differently? Maybe she was just deciding what to wear. He didn't see what was wrong here, it wasn't like she was in a towel, like when she occasionally bathed him… not that he'd ever say that out loud.
Sasuke had enough as he pulled on Naruto's arm. "Come on…lets go…."
Kiba, still staring, finally snapped out of it.
"R-Right! Y-Yeah! Let's go!" he blurted, turning so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet.
Shikamaru groaned, rubbing his temples before grabbing Naruto by the collar and dragging him out.
"Hey! I can walk by myself!" Naruto protested.
Sasuke, face still red, muttered, "Idiot."
Kiba stumbled out of the room last, his tail practically wagging from excitement, before giving her one last look, clearly memorizing every detail, before he rushed away.
And then….
The door slammed shut.
The room was silent again.
Kushina slowly turned back, her entire body trembling with humiliation as she glared at Mikoto and Hitomi, who were now full-on wheezing with laughter.
"This is your fault," Kushina told her, almost grinding her teeth and spitting blood.
Mikoto wiped a tear from her laughter from her eye. "Yes. It is."
As soon as the boys were out of earshot, the room erupted with laughter.
Mikoto leaned back against the bedpost, arms crossed, a wide smirk plastered on her face. "Well, Kushi-chan, if even kids are reacting like that, imagine what a bunch of hot-blooded men would do."
Kushina groaned loudly, flopping face-first onto the bed, her cheeks still burning as she hid in a pillow.
'I'm never going to live this down.' She sighed with defeat, wishing the earth would swallow her up, and assimilating that any respectable image those children may have had of her would be replaced by... this.
Hitomi grinned, sitting beside her, patting her back mockingly. "On the bright side, the boys are going to be thinking about this for years."
Kushina let out a muffled scream into the pillow, kicking her legs in frustration.
Mikoto, not missing a beat, picked up another outfit from the pile, this time a short, silky baby doll dress. With a wicked grin, she tossed it onto Kushina's back.
"Come on, let's try some more."
Kushina lifted her head slightly, glaring at her. "I will take revenge for this"
Mikoto grinned. " Yes, you will. Now put it on."
After a few more rounds of dressing and teasing, Mikoto finally moved in for the kill.
She casually leaned against the dresser, holding up an outfit, a black miniskirt paired with a sleeveless light-blue shirt. The fabric was soft yet form-fitting, clearly chosen to highlight Kushina's curves perfectly.
Kushina eyed the outfit warily, her arms crossed, already sensing trouble. "What now?"
Mikoto smirked, holding up the black miniskirt and sleeveless light-blue blouse like a prized treasure.
"This is what you'll wear for the Fire Emblem interview." Then, after a deliberate pause, she added with a sly grin, "Of course, you can wear underwear… but the choice is yours. Hehe."
Kushina's eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. "Absolutely not!"
Hitomi laughed, stepping beside Mikoto, her arms folded in amusement. "Oh, come on, Kushi-chan, it's the perfect balance between professional and sexy. The readers will love it." Then, as if reminding her of an unshakable truth, she added, "And remember the bet, Kushina."
Kushina gritted her teeth, torn between fighting back and knowing full well that these two would never let her back out.
Before she could even attempt to protest, Mikoto dropped the real trap.
"And of course, we'll have a trial day before the interview."
Kushina blinked, confused. "Trial day?"
Mikoto's smirk deepened, her eyes filled with mischief.
"Yes, where you'll be wearing the same outfit the boys just saw you in."
Kushina froze, her entire body tensing.
Hitomi snapped her fingers, looking far too pleased. "Oh, perfect! That way, she gets used to the attention."
Kushina's face turned bright red again. "You two are evil!"
Mikoto laughed, tossing the outfit into Kushina's lap, the fabric settling like a final, inescapable decision.
"Better get used to it, Kushi-chan."
Then, as if sealing her fate, Hitomi grinned. "And since it's part of the bet, you'll have to wear a miniskirt at least once per week for the foreseeable future."
Kushina's jaw dropped.
"What?!"
Mikoto shrugged playfully, feigning innocence. "A bet's a bet. You didn't think we were just going to let you get away with one day, did you?"
Hitomi nodded sagely. "Once a week, Kushi-chan. Just enough to make sure you keep 'embracing' your new image. Oh, and the underwear part? That's still optional."
Kushina groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands.
She was doomed.
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Laughter echoed through the backyard as the kids darted between trees, hedges, and kunai-targeted stumps. A game of tag had turned into a mock "ninja ambush" scenario, with Naruto taking the role of the attacking ninja and enthusiastically declaring, "You're all enemy spies! No mercy!" before hurling a plush shuriken at Sasuke.
Sasuke dodged it with ease, rolling behind a tree. "Tch. You're so loud, you'd get caught before you even moved."
Shikamaru groaned from behind a bush. "Too troublesome… just tag me already so I can sit down." immediately a wooden blunt kunai hit him between the eyes "Ah…but…Thank you."
Meanwhile, Chōji was happily munching on senbei under the shade, declaring he'd be the "neutral village leader" who was "just here to watch the war."
Kiba, however, was not doing well.
"Tag! Again!" Naruto shouted, tapping him square on the back.
Kiba groaned, for the fourth time in ten minutes. "How am I getting caught every time?!"
"'Cause you're standing and not hiding at all," Naruto teased, sprinting off now chasing Hinata who was running all over the garden trying to lose Naruto..
Kiba's face flushed deeper. It was true, he hadn't been able to focus. Not since… earlier.
The others had shaken it off. After the initial shock in Kushina's room, their young brains had quickly moved on to ramen plans and games. All except Naruto, who never understood truely what the big deal was to begin with. But Kiba… Kiba was still stuck.
His mind kept flashing back to her…Naruto's mom…standing there, dressed like that, her blouse clinging to her chest, that ridiculous skirt riding way too high. His heart sped up all over again just thinking about it.
'Her skirt… wasn't it too short? I could see all her legs. And that shirt… her nipples were… Kami, what was that outfit?! That wasn't the one she always wears, was it?'
Kiba was practically torturing himself, circling around the memory of Mrs. Uzumaki and his inability to understand why he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He'd already seen his mother and sister's bodies when they helped him bathe as a kid…so why was Naruto's mom so different?
He was so distracted he didn't even notice Karin walking up behind him.
"Oi, dog boy," Karin called casually, hands on her hips.
"Wha..huh?" Kiba flinched.
Karin raised an eyebrow. "You've been weird ever since you came back from Auntie Kushina's room. What happened?"
Kiba opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again, stuck in a loop of panic. "I…uh…it…it's nothing! Nothing happened!"
Karin squinted at him, almost as if she could see through it and knew he was hiding something. "You're a terrible liar. you've been red all afternoon."
"I'm not red," Kiba snapped, cheeks glowing crimson.
Karin tilted her head, staring at him thoughtfully.
And that was the mistake.
Her hair was red.
Like Naruto's mom.
And that small similarity was enough of a stimulus to get a still-developing part of his brain working. For a split second…a dangerous, cursed second…Kiba's brain flashed back to Naruto's mom again. The tight white blouse, the soft press of her boobies straining against the fabric. The curve of her thighs. The glimpse of legs in that little skirt. Her mouth open in shock.
A series of strange sensations invaded the young Inuzuka from those vivid images. A shiver ran up his back, his heart beat faster as if he was in the middle of a race and his stomach tingled.
"Is everything really okay?" Kiba almost choked when Karin asked him suspiciously.
"N-Nothing happened! Seriously!" he shouted louder than he meant to, waving his arms.
Karin blinked. "Okay, sheesh. No need to explode."
Kiba turned around to hide his burning face.
'What the hell? This has only ever happened to me with Shirhui-sensei… but this is on a different level,' he thought, clutching his head.
Shirhui-sensei was one of the teachers at the academy…very kind and beautiful, popular with the girls, but especially with the boys, whether they were in her class or not. When he had once consulted his mother about it, she had teased him that Shirhui was his "crush," whatever that meant.
But now... now he was feeling something much more intense about the Uzumaki matriarch.
'She's Naruto's mother. She isn't supposed to be… like that. Why did she look… so… so…!'
Kiba was so ignorant of what was happening to him that he didn't even have the words to describe Kushina.
A light wooden kunai struck Kiba in the back of his head and Naruto's voice rang from across the yard. "Kiba! You're it again!"
"AGH, DAMN IT!" he yelled, running after Naruto, if only to shake off the storm in his brain.
Behind him, Karin narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Weird…"
She turned her gaze toward the window of the house, the one that belonged to her aunt and uncle's room. The curtains were drawn, and she couldn't see what was happening inside. But Karin could sense her aunt was still in there, likely with her friends.
'What is going on in there?' she wondered, her brow furrowing.
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With the outfit trials finally over, Hitomi stretched her arms above her head, letting out a playful sigh .
"Well, I think I've had my fun for the day." She threw a knowing glance at the two women still lounging in Kushina's bedroom. Her tone dripped with amusement. "I'll take care of the kids. You two… enjoy."
Kushina narrowed her eyes suspiciously, shifting on the bed. The lace of her lingerie brushed teasingly against her inner thighs, sending a ripple through her core.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Hitomi smirked, strolling toward the door with an exaggerated sway of her hips. At the doorway, she paused, casting a sly wink over her shoulder.
"Oh, nothing~. Just that Mikoto looks like she still has some… 'unfinished business' with you."
Before Kushina could form a reply, the door clicked shut, sealing the two women alone in the quiet, dimly lit bedroom.
The air changed instantly. It felt heavier. Charged.
Mikoto was still seated lazily on the bed, but there was nothing casual about her expression. She slowly shifted her weight forward, dark eyes locked on Kushina's barely covered form, gleaming with something intense… something primal.
Kushina, still flushed from earlier teasing and the too-intimate bet, now stood in only a translucent, lace-trimmed lingerie piece, one of the more scandalous gifts from the Daimyo's "wife." The sheer material clung to her curves, exposing every detail beneath it. Her breasts were clearly outlined, nipples already hard from the cool air. The soft mound of her pussy, neatly trimmed and glistening with faint moisture, peeked through the almost non-existent fabric, her slit already damp and pressed tightly beneath the lace.
She suddenly became painfully aware of just how exposed she was and she was overcome with a mysterious embarrassment. As if the one watching her so intently was not her friend Mikoto, but someone else.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kushina muttered, shifting slightly, her thighs pressing together in a subtle attempt to hide the growing wetness there.
Mikoto smirked, rising from the bed with slow, feline grace, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She moved like someone who had all the time in the world and every intention of using it.
"Because, Kushi-chan… I'm not done with you yet."
Before Kushina could react, Mikoto closed the distance and pressed her lips against hers.
The kiss was firm, insistent, and completely without hesitation.
Kushina barely had time to process it before Mikoto's hands slipped around her waist, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath the lace, pulling her in close until their bodies were flush.
A soft gasp escaped Kushina's lips as Mikoto's mouth deepened the kiss. Their tongues met in slow, searching strokes guided by the Uchiha, Kushina's moan muffled against Mikoto's lips. Her fingers instinctively gripped Mikoto's shoulders, her body already melting into the heat.
The sheer lingerie offered no resistance as Kushina's hardened nipples pressed into Mikoto's chest. Her pussy throbbed softly, juices slowly soaking through the thin fabric, her slit already slick and twitching with need.
Mikoto's hands slid lower, cupping Kushina's ass before squeezing firmly, almost as if it were a hawk burying its talons in its defenseless prey, drawing a sharp inhale from the redhead.
"Mikoto…" Kushina breathed against her lips, voice trembling.
"Hmm?" Mikoto hummed, trailing kisses along Kushina's jawline, then down to her neck, where her lips lingered, suckling gently at the tender skin. "What's up, Kushi-chan? Do you have something to tell me?" Kushina's breath hitched, a soft moan slipping from her throat as Mikoto's teeth grazed her collarbone.
"This... This isn't right... you... us…" Kushina couldn't order her words or say them fluently, too distracted by the sweet sensations she was experiencing. "I have Minato and- Ah~" Whatever she would have wanted to say was interrupted when Mikoto took one of her hard nipples into her mouth.
"My-Mikoto~" The Uchiha didn't hear anything; she just continued to pay attention to the Uzumaki's hard nipples, sucking and nibbling them playfully. Her lips kissed the chafed nubs, and her tongue circled them and stimulated them continuously, but without giving Kushina room to regain her composure.
Slowly, the heat and lust were dulling Kushina's protests, enjoying the attention she received from Mikoto and giving her free rein. One of Mikoto's hands left the Uzumaki's ass to slide down to her stomach, from where she began to descend, caressing her skin with her fingertips until she reached Kushina's crotch. Her hand slipped underneath the fabric and soon began to caress Kushina's wet, hot lower lips, who shuddered in pleasure as soon as one of her fingers entered inside her.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" Kushina's breathing was starting to become heavy, resembling gasps. She put up no resistance when Mikoto pulled her back until she fell backwards onto the bed, and she didn't disengage from Kushina at any point.
Peeling her lips from the Uzumaki's nipples, Mikoto looked at the excited redhead in a pleased yet lustful manner, almost as if she were a cat playing with her food. "Looks like you're finally relaxing, Kushina-chan." Mikoto let her crotch touch and removed her hand from Kushina's panties, who let out a small moan of protest. "Just let yourself go and let's enjoy this, shall we?"
Kushina watched as Mikoto began to move down her body as if she was some kind of snake, caressing her body. Kushina felt provocative tickling as Mikoto was touching her waist, stomach, and hips, where she slowly started to remove her panties until they fell to the floor.
She spread Kushina's legs and knelt between them, so that her face was close to her prized target. "Gods, Kushina-chan, you look really delicious," Mikoto spoke, practically licking her lips. She leaned over and gave the inner Hokage's core a good lick.
"Ouh~" Kushina's back arched, and her shoulders slumped on the bed as she felt the Uchiha's mouth begin to work her entrance. Mikoto didn't hesitate for a moment as she tasted and devoured the redhead's juices.
Her tongue ran along her swollen lips, collecting the juices of her arousal that Mikoto found exquisite. She greedily slurped up every drop she found. She began to kiss the lips of her entrance deeply as if they were her lover's lips, listening in the background to Kushina's sweet, excited moans that made Mikoto herself aroused and wet her own panties.
"Ah~, Mikoto~... keep it up~... don't stop~" Kushina's voice sounded brittle and drenched in desire, almost as if it was a plea. Her body shuddered, and her hands that held the sheets tightly, almost desperately, strengthened their grip every time Mikoto's skillful mouth did something against them.
'Do you see it now, Kushina-chan? I'm sure that blonde husband of yours can't make you feel this good.' Motivated and excited by her thoughts, Mikoto ascended to the top and trapped her clit between her lips and played with it in the same way she had done with her nipples, her tongue dancing over that sensitive nub. 'No one can please a woman better than another woman, and today I'm going to prove it to you. I'm better than any man.' She thought with motivation as she slipped two fingers inside Kushina and moved them inside her and pressed on sensitive areas that her tongue couldn't reach.
'Oh gods... I'm so close,' Kushina thought in exaltation. Her legs tightened around Mikoto's head, pushing her deeper into her crotch as her hips began to rock in a silent plea for more that the Uchiha understood perfectly and reciprocated by increasing the intensity, as if trying to drive the inner Hokage crazy. "Yes~, Yes~, Aah~!"
Mikoto pushed Kushina to the limit and soon made her cum by tilting her head back and thrusting her hips against her face. Kushina shot her juices against the Uchiha, and the Uchiha received it gladly, as if it was her own trophy.
The climax lasted a few seconds before it began to subside. Kushina's body lay on the bed, exalted and still twitching.
Then, without warning, Mikoto pulled back slightly. Her smirk was devilish.
She reached to the side, retrieving a small scroll that lay unsealed on the bed.
Kushina blinked, dazed and flushed. Her voice was breathless. "What's that?"
Mikoto grinned and flicked the scroll open with practiced ease, revealing what was hidden inside.
A sleek, curved, long and thick pink object nestled neatly within the fabric folds. Silicone. Elegant. Strapped.
Kushina's eyes widened, her throat suddenly dry, her body stiffening with a fresh wave of heat she had something similar being used by Tsunade.
This was not.
"Mikoto… what the hell is that?!"
Mikoto chuckled as she lifted the toy, turning it in her hand, admiring the smooth curve before slipping out of her dress and underwear in one fluid motion. The fabric fell soundlessly to the floor, leaving her completely nude before Kushina.
Her body was flawless pale, toned, and glistening with a faint sheen of heat. Her breasts swayed gently as she moved, nipples already tight. Her clean shaved pussy was already visibly wet, her slit glistening faintly in the low light.
Kushina swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she stared. Her legs pressed together instinctively, her own juices leaking slowly down the inside of her thighs.
Mikoto smirked, strapping the pink toy into place around her hips. It fit snugly, resting between her legs with a confidence that made Kushina's stomach twist in anticipation.
"Let's find out," Mikoto purred.
Mikoto stood at the edge of the bed, completely nude, the pink strapon now strapped snugly around her hips. Her body glistened with a thin sheen of heat, her nipples hardened, pussy still wet from the kiss they'd shared minutes earlier. Her breath was steady, but there was fire behind her eyes.
Kushina sat on the edge of the bed, legs parted slightly, her translucent lingerie bunched around her waist, her red hair damp with sweat and arousal. Her pussy was already soaked, glistening, from the foreplay Mikoto had had with her. The juices trailing down the insides of her thighs. Her slit throbbed with need.
Mikoto stepped closer, crawling onto the bed, the strapon bobbing between her thighs, the toy a firm, glistening eight inches of slick pink. Her hands slid up Kushina's thighs, nails grazing her flushed skin.
"Kushi-chan," Mikoto whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck, sucking gently. "You're already very wet again. Are you as anxious about this as I am?"
Kushina moaned softly, hips twitching. "Mikoto… I…"
She didn't finish.
Mikoto pressed forward, her lips capturing Kushina's again, sliding her tongue against hers to make Kushina taste her own juices as her fingers found her pussy, parting her slick folds with ease. Warm juices coated Mikoto's hand as she teased Kushina's slit, slowly pushing two fingers inside.
"Fuck… you're dripping," Mikoto groaned.
Kushina gasped, her body arching. "Mmmn… Mikoto… please…"
Mikoto pulled her fingers free, glistening with Kushina's slick arousal, and brought them to her lips. She licked them slowly, savoring the taste, her dark eyes locked on Kushina's flushed, expectant face.
Then, with controlled grace, she positioned herself between Kushina's trembling thighs. The pink strapon, slick from earlier teasing, was guided down, its tip brushing along the folds of Kushina's soaked entrance, smearing through the wetness pooling between her legs.
"First time using one," Mikoto muttered, voice husky with heat. She flashed a playful grin. "So bear with me."
She leaned in closer, her chest brushing against Kushina's breasts as she added in a soft whisper, "I know we could've hinged with fingers alone, but let's be real, nothing compares to this once you feel it."
Kushina moaned, her voice breaking as her back arched. Her pussy throbbed beneath the toy, juices dripping down the inner swell of her thighs.
"Wh–Where did you get it?" she asked breathlessly, struggling to string the words together between gasps. "I… I haven't seen anything like this in Konoha..."
Mikoto chuckled, grinding the tip teasingly against her slit.
"Where did I get it?" she echoed, her tone thick with mischief. "Surprise, isn't it? Akemi-san bought some of these new exclusive tools from overseas... and she gave me a few for trial." Her eyes sparkled as she pressed the head of the toy against Kushina's entrance. "Hehe… isn't she nice?"
Kushina trembled. Her body ached.
"I know there are those who use transformation jutsus to create one.", Mikoto murmured, her lips brushing Kushina's ear, "but you know how fragile those things are. They don't last at all when our emotions run wild...". She smiled, sliding her fingers down Kushina's thigh. "Just like clones... they fall apart as soon as things get heated and real," she added, pushing herself a little further into Kushina "But this fixes a lot of problems.".
With a slow thrust, Mikoto pushed inside.
Kushina's moan echoed off the walls. Her pussy stretched around the thick toy, her juices spilling out in hot streams as the toy slid in inch by inch.
"Ahhhnn… fuck!" Kushina cried out, her voice trembling with raw pleasure. It was bigger than Minato… thicker too. It almost felt like she was losing her virginity for the second time.
The initial intrusion felt cool against her burning heat, but the material quickly warmed, matching the temperature of their bodies with each slick, pounding motion. The toy slid in and out of her soaked pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, making her moan louder with every thrust..
"See? This is just one of the small sizes…eight inches," Mikoto grunted as she gave a firm thrust, pushing the toy deeper into Kushina's dripping pussy. "Akemi-san said the full-size ones are even bigger..." She leaned in, voice sultry and full of heat. "Imagine how huge that would be… I bet no man could even compete."
Mikoto leaned closer, her lips brushing Kushina's ear. "I'd heard about these... and now that I've got this, I don't need that cold bastard Fugaku anymore. And you... you don't need that flaky yellow-haired idiot either."
Kushina ignored the rude comment about her husband and instead put her focus on that thick toy pushing inside her.
Mikoto groaned, watching Kushina's face twist in ecstasy. She pulled back, then thrust again…slow at first, deep and steady. Causing the breasts of both women to jiggle from the movement of his onslaught.
Kushina wrapped her legs tightly around Mikoto's waist, her thighs trembling, her breath ragged and uneven.
"Faster," she begged, her voice cracking with need. "Harder."
Mikoto didn't hesitate.
Her hips snapped forward, each roll into Kushina punctuated by wet, heavy slaps. The pink cock thrust in and out of Kushina's soaked slit, her pussy clenching with every stroke, juices splashing out and smearing across their thighs.
Kushina moaned loudly, hugging her and digging herinto Mikoto's back as her body writhed beneath her.
She came once, then again…her pussy convulsing, gushing creamy slickness that coated the toy and spilled down between her cheeks. Her cries were breathless, broken, rising with every deep thrust.
Mikoto was relentless, her body gleaming with sweat, eyes locked on Kushina's flushed face. That was what she wanted, to make Kushina hers and have her moan her name passionately, as she felt things should have been if she would have been man. Her mouth crashed against Kushina's again, their tongues tangling, lips slick and messy as they devoured each other.
Between thrusts, Mikoto dipped her head lower, sucking Kushina's nipple into her mouth with a wet pop, rolling her tongue over the stiff bud. Kushina arched into her, moaning sharply.
Not to be outdone, Kushina twisted suddenly, grabbing Mikoto and flipping her briefly onto her back, straddling her just long enough to take one of Mikoto's breasts into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing a desperate cry from Mikoto's throat before the dark-haired woman reversed their positions again, slamming her hips forward with a deep growl.
As much as she would love to watch Kushina ride and bounce on her toy cock with passion and wantonness, Mikoto couldn't afford to lose the lead until she could prove to her that they didn't need men in their lives. That they could satisfy their needs with each other and that this was better.
Their mouths clashed again, alternating between deep, breathless kisses and sucking on each other's nipples, moaning into each other's mouths as the toy pounded deeper with every thrust. The room echoed with wet sounds of fucking, the rhythmic slap of bodies, and the endless chorus of moans, gasps, and whispered filth.
But by the fourth round, something had shifted.
Kushina was now lying on her stomach and Mikoto on top of her, her shaking legs stretched out on the bed, her body soaked in sweat and cum, the toy still sliding in and out of her overstimulated pussy, but her eyes were distant.
Her breath hitched against the sheets. Her body quivered.
The plastic cock was certainly bigger and reached parts that Minato did not. But something was still missing.
'Why… why does it still feel empty?'
The toy was perfect. Long. Thick. Smooth. Eight inches of relentless, vibrating pleasure. Mikoto had said it, no man could compete with that thing. But still Kushina couldn't consider that toy cock better than a real one.
Deep down Kushina knew well enough why. That pink cock wasn't warm. It wasn't alive. It didn't throb with lust. It didn't cum deep inside her. She couldn't even feel that peculiar, sliding sensation of skin sliding along her inner walls.
Her pussy craved something more, the thrill of the new experience began to lose novelty quickly as Kushina adjusted to the size of the toy. The heat was still there, her slit still soaked and twitching, her juices leaking around the toy. But the satisfaction? It still hadn't come. Not truly.
"I need… more." She moaned again, biting her lip, her voice barely a whisper. but which conveyed a deep desire.
Mikoto leaned down, her breath warm against Kushina's cheek, her own panting steady, chest rising and falling with the effort of their earlier rounds.
"More? Still?"
Kushina nodded slowly, her voice thick with lust and mounting frustration.
Mikoto smirked, her hands still cupping Kushina's trembling thighs. "Oh, you insatiable minx… even after four rounds, you still want more?"
Kushina's cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling.
"Fine, I'll give you a fifth round. Just ask me for it," Mikoto stated with a victorious smile as she once again wiggled her hips against Kushina's ass, ramming her with such intensity that her rear cheeks were beginning to take on a reddish hue.
"mmh~" Kushina bit her lower lip as Mikoto began to ravage her insides again.
'Kushina is mine. Just mine and no one else's', Mikoto thought as she leaned forward, burying her face in Kushina's neck and pressing her breasts tightly against her back. 'I wish that Hot Springs Country bitch was here to see how I make you go crazy. Make you moan and beg for more while you use those silly gifts of hers. To make that stupid bitch understand that she's only wasting her time and money by giving you gifts... because I'm not going to let another woman have you'.
Mikoto thought with determination as she further quickened the pace at which she fucked Kushina, almost as if she were trying to mark her ownership over the Uzumaki with every thrust. The Uchiha was extremely annoyed and jealous seeing how the Daimyo's wife was trying to woo her Kushina with those expensive clothes and accessories. Not that she knew those gifts were from the Daimyo…nor did the redhead know. Mikoto had always assumed no one could… no man could seduce Kushina, except that flaky bastard Minato…despite that it was just a lucky fluke… he got Kushina when she was so immature she still was…. But she still thought the redhead was vulnerable to women, and this Daimyo's wife was trying to claim what was hers.
Even though Mikoto had known Kushina for much longer, and had wanted her more than anyone else, seeing how that Hot Springs Country bitch was trying to seduce Kushina with simple erotic clothes…as if she were so easy…made her blood boil. Like a wild animal being threatened at mealtime.
'Kushina... she doesn't have time to waste on silly noblewomen from another country like you. She's already mine. So step aside and don't interfere', Mikoto was saying in her mind, as if she expected her every word to telepathically reach Aiko in the Hot Spring Country.
Near the end, Mikoto watched as Kushina sank her face into the sheets as she came, practically biting them to silence her moans. The Uchiha matriarch also collapsed on top of her. She was tired, but still rejoiced at that reaction, thinking that Kushina was already falling for it and just stubbornly trying to deny that she could no longer be satisfied with her husband's cock.
'I want Minato… I want his cock. I want it hot… inside me. I want to feel him cum. I want it to drip out of me afterward and make me feel full.' she thought, not voicing them out.
Mikoto's confidence was so high, she never imagined that what was going through Kushina's mind was the complete opposite of what she wanted.
Her pussy clenched at the admission, another wave of wetness coating the toy, but her body still craved the real thing. The weight, the pulse, the warmth, the manly aroma. Minato himself. The toy was a good size, but the Uzumaki kept thinking that it still couldn't compare to a real cock.
Her naughty inner voice purred deep inside her mind.
'We need cock… not rubber. A real cock, filling us. Stretching us. Flooding our womb with thick and abundant semen.'
And Kushina and oddly despite everything that happened silently agreed.
'I need Minato. His heat. His scent. His cum. Nothing else will satisfy this hunger.'
Mikoto gently kissed her cheek, brushing her fingers along Kushina's thigh.
"That was wonderful, wasn't it?" Mikoto whispered.
Kushina didn't reply.
She only nodded slowly.
But in her mind, the truth clung to her like the heat between her legs.
'This is not enough.... I still need Minato... I need his cock…'
Mikoto laughed softly, exhaling as she shifted slightly, pulling out her strap on, shiny and soaked with female fluids. She lay down on the bed, laying down next to Kushina, rejoicing in a sense of victory and invincibility.
"So… did it blow your mind?" she said between exhausted moans, confident of what the Uzumaki's response would be.
Kushina groaned, burying her face against Mikoto's neck, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy.
Kushina lay half-draped over Mikoto, her cheek resting against her shoulder, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over her stomach.
Neither of them spoke for a while, their hearts still beating in sync, the afterglow settling over them like a haze.
Mikoto just laughed, holding her tighter.
"With this, we don't need those husbands of ours anymore. We're free. We're in control."
TBC
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