Despite the rough time the village was experiencing, I wasn't sent out on another mission right away, even if that would be fairly normal in times like this, no, instead I was just allowed to continue resting.
No doubt, the clan was behind this; the clan did protect its own.
Which just made the future decision to sacrifice someone, even from the branch family, just to please Kumo all the more strange.
Still, that was something to think about in the future. For now, I had other things to deal with.
"Hiashi, I missed you for morning practice." I said as I draped myself over his shoulders as he sat working at his desk.
He didn't flinch. Didn't even look up from the parchment he was writing on. "You were already out late yesterday handling the mission. I assumed rest would be your priority."
"Rest is boring," I sighed dramatically, letting my arms slide down around his chest, chin nestled against the side of his neck. "And so is paperwork. Come spar with me. Or talk to me. Or breathe in a slightly more interesting rhythm. Anything."
"I'm currently helping with the clan accounts, something that is both important and tedious," he said evenly. "Surely you can entertain yourself for a while?"
"But I want to spend time with you! Tatsuo did tell you to spend time with me, so be a good son and spend time entertaining me!" I whined, loving the way it got under his skin.
He paused mid-stroke.
Ah. Progress.
"I have work to do," he said at last, voice just a little tighter. "And I would appreciate if you refrained from pressing your… front… against my shoulders while I am attempting to balance the clan's wartime budget."
"That sounds like a you problem," I murmured, resting my cheek against his temple. "And I don't hear a no."
Hiashi exhaled slowly through his nose. "You are behaving like a child."
"I'm bored like one," I said. "And horny like an adult."
A soft tap of his brush returning to the inkwell.
"Yuki."
"Yes, dear?"
"I will have you escorted out."
"Oh no," I gasped in mock horror. "Not even married yet, and already off to a rocky start… do I need to speak to the elder council about you being unwilling to marry me?"
I was honestly surprised by how well he was resisting me, for one, Koji would long since have pounced, but Hiashi liked to play hard to get.
But I would get him.
"Please Yuki, I want to marry you, nothing would make me happier," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment. "But I have work to do, that has nothing to do with my feelings for you."
"And wouldn't the elders all agree that your most important job right now is making a child with me? So why don't you turn your attention onto me rather than those boring old numbers" I whispered into his ear while pushing my breasts against his shoulder.
He shivered beneath me, I could see his fingers squeeze hard around his pen, almost hard enough to snap it.
Clearly, it took every bit of his focus and effort to resist my flirting.
I grinned, practically purring against his ear. "I'm just saying, if you don't want to spar, there are other ways to stay limber. Want me to demonstrate?"
His shoulders tensed ever so slightly.
Victory.
"No," he said flatly, though his voice was noticeably tighter. "I want you to sit properly, speak respectfully, and stop acting like some civilian born seductress."
"Please," I said, rolling my eyes and finally sliding off his shoulders and hopping onto the desk, careful not to disturb the scrolls—well, not too much. "I'm far more refined than some civilian slut, just look at me, all grace, all noble bearing, my entire being is practically screaming highborn lady."
Hiashi sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, but I caught the faintest twitch of his mouth.
Was that amusement?
Dangerous.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, chin resting on my palms as I tilted my head at him. "Come on, Hiashi. You're strong, composed, proper. But what you need is a little chaos in your life. A little passion. A little me."
"You're more than a little chaotic," he muttered.
"And you like it," I said sweetly.
"I endure it."
"You're turned on by it."
"I am trying," he said through clenched teeth, "to finalize the allocation of rations for the next two weeks."
I pressed a finger gently against his lips. "Shh. No more ration talk. Talk about how you dream of me. Or how you admire my technique. Or, better yet, confess how I'm the only one who's ever made you feel alive."
Hiashi blinked.
Then he stood.
Walked to the far wall.
And calmly, very calmly, placed his forehead against the wooden paneling.
I blinked. "Did you just… give up?"
"I am centering myself," he said with a deep inhale.
I slid off the desk and stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. "Oh, sweetheart. That's adorable. You really think you're going to get through this war of attrition without surrendering at least once?"
"It's not surrender," he muttered, still forehead to wall. "It's self-preservation."
"Sure. Keep telling yourself that." I kissed the back of his neck. "So what are we doing next, husband dearest? Sparring? Showering? Or do I just carry you to bed and let your body decide for you?"
"…You're not carrying me anywhere."
"Challenge accepted."
As soon as those words left my lips, I tried to grip him from behind.
Hiashi, however, wasn't about to let me win that easily; he buffed away in a cloud of smoke just as my arms tightened around him.
"Not a bad trick," I sang, pivoting on instinct—and barely caught his strike aimed at my neck. Our forearms clashed with a sharp crack, both of us grounded and balanced.
"It's not a trick," he said evenly, "it's called strategy."
"Oh, so we're sparring now?" I grinned, sweeping low to test his stance. "You should've said so. I would've dressed for the occasion."
"You're already dressed to distract," he muttered, stepping around me with practiced precision. "As always."
"Flattered," I replied, and this time lunged properly.
Our bodies moved in sync—clashes of palm and fist, parries and pivots, subtle bursts of chakra to enhance each movement. His style was composed, measured, refined. Mine was precise too, but I leaned harder into the unpredictability. The grin. The flirtation. The whispers between strikes.
"Careful," I murmured, fingers brushing the edge of his jaw before he twisted away. "You're getting red."
"That's exertion," he snapped, sweeping a kick I jumped over.
"Sure it is."
We collided again—blocked, redirected, and ended in a moment of stillness, forearms locked, eyes close. His breathing was steady, but I could see the tension in his jaw, feel the heat under his skin.
"You're very annoying," he said lowly.
"And you're very hot when you're flustered," I whispered back.
For a beat, he didn't move.
Then, with controlled strength, he pivoted and swept me off balance—not violently, but cleanly. I hit the tatami floor with a soft thud and a laugh, even as he stood over me, one hand held out.
"You really going to help me up?" I asked, arching a brow.
"I was taught proper etiquette," he replied, face stern.
I grabbed his hand, and instead of pulling myself up, I pulled him down.
He caught himself on his other hand, inches above me, his hair brushing my cheek, his lips near mine.
"Yuki," he said tightly, "this is inappropriate."
I reached up and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. "You're not pulling away."
He didn't.
Instead, he let out the smallest sigh—and kissed me.
It wasn't desperate, or wild, or long. But it was real. Firm. Controlled. All the emotion he never showed anywhere else, wrapped up in that one moment.
When he pulled back, I was smiling up at him like I'd already won the war.
"So… bed now?" I asked sweetly.
"…Tea first," he muttered.
I laughed. Oh, what a sweet, innocent fool, did he really think that would work? "In your dreams," I whispered as I pulled him back into another kiss, this time, I took control of it.
While this had not been a chaste kiss, he had clearly suppressed his lust, his desires to remain in control, to not give in and do something improper. My kiss wasn't like that, I wanted to unlock his heart, to get a look into the side of him he never showed.
Despite the might of my Byakugan I couldn't see the inside of his mind, couldn't read his thoughts, and I was curious, just what did he think? What did he wish for?
With Koji, it was easy; he wanted to be in charge, he wanted to be on top, and for me to submit; he wanted to go wild and just follow his instincts; he wanted to own, to mark, and to breed.
But Hiashi? What did he want? I wanted to know, so I pushed.
I flipped him onto his back, and he groaned as he hit the hard floor, but he didn't do that for long as I straddled his lap and kissed him again.
He tried to put up a fight, tried to push me off, but his spirit wasn't in it, he was just putting on a show at this point.
My fingers ran down his chest, and with a small flick, I undid the buttons of his shirt and pushed it open, exposing his bare chest to me.
The kiss broke and his cheeks flushed redder as I smiled down at him.
I didn't tease him, not this time, and I began to grind myself against him, his hands gripping my hips instinctively, a groan escaping his throat. "What's wrong Lord Hiashi? You sound troubled?" I asked as I ground down, my ass pressing into his crotch.
His breathing was heavy, his body tense and rigid, I could feel him, the bulge in his pants pushing up against me, he wanted me, that much was obvious.
I licked my lips, leaning forward, and his eyes widened as I whispered into his ear. "At least that part of your body is honest."
Hiashi shivered as I ran my tongue over his ear, and then his eyes widened as I began opening my kimono, revealing my breasts inch by inch.
Hiashi was an honourable man, he wasn't like Koji, the man wouldn't simply take me, wouldn't use me for his pleasure.
But I had seen him look, his eyes glancing down at my tits when he thought I wasn't looking, it was cute.
However now I was offering him more, and his mouth opened and closed several times, unsure how to react.
"Are you scared, dear?" I whispered as I cupped his face, forcing him to look me in the eye. "Scared of giving in, letting go, having some fun? Or are you scared you might like it? That you won't be able to resist wanting more?"
"N-no, Yuki..." He muttered.
"Then relax," I commanded. "Stop fighting yourself and just enjoy it."
I leaned in, my lips pressing to his.
I wasn't surprised when his arms wrapped around me, his hand tangling in my hair, the kiss growing deeper, and the bulge in his pants rubbing against me.
Hiashi had lost, and the beast was free, and as we kissed, our tongues fighting for dominance, I felt him grow bigger and bigger, the fabric straining.
My hands drifted lower, it slipped under his robes and met warm flesh, he shivered at the touch, his body going stiff for a moment.
But then he relaxed, his hands leaving my hair, and he broke the kiss, looking up at me with a slight grin on his face.
"You really want this, don't you, Yuki?" He whispered, his voice husky.
I nodded. "Yes. It's a war out there, and I don't want to have any regrets, so please Hiashi, take me."
(Chapter end)
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