Mikasa stood beneath the shower, the warm water cascading over her skin as her thoughts swirled with anticipation and dread about the night ahead.
This wasn't her first time being intimate with a man other than her husband, Eren.
In fact, Eren had been present the first time she'd given herself to another, his eyes watching as her body was claimed in front of him.
Since then, it had happened many times—encounters with men of similar or slightly higher status than her. But tonight was different.
Tonight, she was to share her bed with the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, a legend whose power had single-handedly ended the Third Great Ninja War.
In the face of his overwhelming strength, Mikasa felt like an ant—small, insignificant, and utterly outmatched. Nervousness coiled in her stomach, mingling with a quiet fear she couldn't shake. Yet, she steeled herself.
She had to do this—not just for herself, but for Eren, for their shared dream of escaping the crushing financial struggles that plagued over 80% of the world's population.
This was a world designed to keep the powerful in control, where figures like the daimyo hoarded influence and wealth with impunity. Tonight, if she played her cards right, she could secure a position as Minato's secretary—a chance to break free from their hardship.
Turning off the shower, Mikasa grabbed a towel and began drying herself, her movements slow and deliberate. She stepped in front of the mirror, her reflection revealing a body meticulously prepared for the night.
Every hair had been shaved, her skin smooth and pristine, a silent offering to the man who held her future in his hands. She slipped into a pair of black lace lingerie adorned with delicate floral patterns—undergarments she had once worn solely to entice Eren. Now, they served a different purpose, a bitter reminder of the sacrifices she was making.
Wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she sat at her vanity to apply her makeup, her hands steady despite the storm of emotions within her. Each stroke of the brush was a ritual, a way to armor herself for what was to come. A sharp knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts. He was here.
Mikasa stood, glancing at her reflection one last time before walking to the door. Her heart pounded as she opened it, revealing Minato standing there, his presence as commanding as ever. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the tension in her chest.
"For you, my beautiful lady," he said, his voice smooth and warm, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Mikasa blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. She quickly composed herself, accepting the flowers with a polite smile. "There was no need for these," she said softly, her eyes briefly meeting his. He looked the same as he had that morning—annoyingly, effortlessly handsome, though in her heart, no one could compare to Eren.
"Come in, my Lord," she said, stepping aside to let him enter. As she led him toward the room she had prepared, her nerves thrummed with a mix of resolve and unease.
This wasn't her first time, but the weight of Minato's power and influence made this encounter feel monumental, like a crossroads that could alter her life forever.
"Your home is beautifully decorated," Minato remarked, his eyes sweeping over the modest but carefully arranged furnishings. "It must have taken considerable time and effort."
"Yes, it has," Mikasa replied, keeping her words curt. She didn't want to prolong the small talk, but his next question cut deeper than she expected.
"Do you usually bring men here, or do you prefer hotels?" His tone was casual, but the implication stung.
"Outside, my Lord," she answered, her voice steady despite the flare of irritation. She recognized the tactic immediately—a subtle attempt to degrade Eren, to assert dominance by implying her husband's inferiority. It was a game she'd seen before, one that never failed to disgust her.
Men like him seemed to revel in the idea that sleeping with her made them greater than Eren, as if her love for him could be diminished by their touch.
If it had been anyone else, she might have lashed out, but this was the Fourth Hokage. She had no choice but to swallow her pride, her anger simmering beneath the surface.
"Shall we move to the bedroom?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with purpose. She wanted this over with, wanted the job secured so she could move on.
Minato's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Oh, so you're eager for it, then?"
Mikasa's jaw tightened, but she forced herself to play along, leaning into the role she knew he expected. "Of course, my Lord," she said, her tone dripping with feigned enthusiasm. "Who wouldn't be thrilled at the chance to be with the strongest man in the world, desired by so many women? I'm the lucky one tonight." Her words were calculated, designed to stroke his ego and hasten the encounter. Just give me the job, you bastard, she thought, her anger a quiet fire she kept carefully hidden.
Minato's smile widened, clearly pleased. "Let's continue this in your bedroom," he said, his hand brushing against her lower back before sliding down to her backside, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm curious to see how you look without that robe."
Her body betrayed her, a flush of heat spreading through her at his touch. She hated it—hated how her skin prickled with unwanted excitement, how her breath caught despite her resolve. She tried to mask her reaction, but one glance at Minato's knowing eyes told her she'd failed. He saw it all—the tremor in her frame, the way her body responded against her will.
As she led him to the bedroom, his hand still lingering possessively, Mikasa's heart raced. She couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would mark a turning point, that something irreversible was about to unfold.
Whether it was the promise of a new future or the loss of something precious, she couldn't yet tell. But as she met Minato's gaze, his confident smirk burning into her, she knew one thing for certain: this night would change her life forever.
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