After completing the deal with Natsume, Mei Terumi let out a breath and reclined in the Mizukage's chair, her smooth white legs crossed.
These days she'd been anxious about money every day, and now she could finally relax a little.
Although her predicament hadn't really changed—after all, the seven hundred million was borrowed and would have to be repaid.
With Natsume's capabilities, it would be hard to default even if she wanted to.
Especially since there was a mysterious, powerful organization behind him.
If Mei Terumi hadn't been forced by reality, she wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure.
Natsume leaned against the window, looking at her and smiling.
Today she was, as always, in a blue dress.
"I want to ask a question."
Mei Terumi lifted her head, emerald eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of unease. "You want me to work for you for two and a half years—what exactly will I be doing?"
Although they'd added terms earlier, who knew if things would get excessive?
"I haven't decided yet."
Natsume waved casually. "I'll tell you when the time comes."
"Alright."
Mei Terumi pressed down her unease and asked solemnly, "The commissions you posted have reached the required number. Where do we start?"
"Oh, that. In a while, people from my trade guild will come over. Just follow their lead."
Natsume had no intention of overseeing things personally.
With Kirigakure's support, even if trouble cropped up, they could handle it.
Two words: less hassle.
"Oh, there's one more thing."
Natsume recalled the Land of Whirlpools. "I want to bring the Land of Whirlpools under my banner. Will that cause trouble?"
Mei Terumi was a bit surprised, yet it also made sense.
From a maritime perspective, taking the Land of Whirlpools would indeed be convenient.
"The Land of Whirlpools is worthless now. With the Land of Water and Kirigakure behind you, there shouldn't be any trouble."
She paused. "The only thing to watch for is Konoha. They might react."
"Konoha's fine."
Natsume raised his index finger. "I've got people above me."
"…?"
Mei Terumi's heart gave a little jolt. She murmured, half in awe and half baffled, "You really are well-connected."
"Good health—walk around more, and you build a network."
Natsume bullshitted.
Not entirely, though. He'd basically been coasting on his looks.
What time did Konoha have to care about the Land of Whirlpools?
By the time they reacted, Tsunade would already be Hokage.
He really did have someone above him.
"Alright."
Natsume looked at her. "Then, Mizukage, could you accompany me to the Land of Whirlpools again?"
Mei Terumi was taken aback and recalled how Natsume had held her at the ruins of Uzushiogakure last time.
A touch of sourness welled up in her heart. Her eyes drifted to the documents on the desk.
Technically, she didn't have time to go out right now.
And for a minor matter like the Land of Whirlpools, there was no need for her to go personally.
"I can."
The words slipped out before she knew it. Then she lifted her head again, face cool and businesslike. "There has to be appropriate compensation."
"I thought after our deal just now, I could hitch a freebie."
Natsume shrugged, sounding regretful.
"I mean…"
A sudden panic fluttered in Mei Terumi's chest. She hurried to explain, "If I leave the village, it has to be under the pretext of a mission."
That was a lie.
She was the Mizukage—no need to report comings and goings.
Natsume didn't call her out. "Then I'll come back next time."
Mei Terumi blinked—next time? She thought they were going today.
"By the way, I have a question."
Straddling the windowsill, Natsume asked, "Can you sing? Or is singing fatal to you?"
"Singing?"
Mei Terumi looked puzzled.
"Yeah. Singing."
Natsume confirmed.
"I've never sung."
Seeing he wasn't joking, she answered honestly.
"Next time I come by, could you sing a song for me?"
Natsume pushed his luck.
"…?"
Mei Terumi's cool composure wavered.
Before she could answer, Natsume decided for her.
"It's a deal!"
His voice hadn't even faded before he vanished.
Mei Terumi stared for a few seconds, then a blush crept over her face.
How did I agree to that?
Wait, I didn't agree.
But… should I sing?
She fell into a dilemma.
…
Natsume used Flying Thunder God to appear at the daimyo's residence in the Land of Waves.
Uzumaki Hinae had become president of the Sunny Sea Shipping Company.
She wasn't dazzling, but she hadn't made mistakes either.
Give it some time, and she'd likely do even better.
She already knew about Flying Thunder God, so she wasn't surprised to see him.
"What would you like to drink?"
She immediately set aside her work.
"Do you have black tea?"
Natsume thought of a meme and asked.
"Yes."
Hinae stepped out and soon returned with a cup of black tea.
But Natsume didn't take it.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
She worried she'd done something wrong.
"The outfit's wrong. You need to wear a maid uniform."
Natsume said it with a straight face.
Hinae blinked, then gave a helpless smile.
After spending so long with him, she understood Natsume was basically a pervert.
His unexpected ideas constantly challenged her worldview.
"Please wait."
She set down the tea and went into the back room.
Her office had a side door installed for convenience.
Soon she reappeared before Natsume.
She wore a classic black-and-white maid dress, with long gloves that blended into the sleeves.
A bell was tied at her neck, chiming softly as she walked.
The black skirt reached mid-thigh, revealing black thigh-high stockings.
Pinching the hem of her skirt, she curtsied gracefully and smiled. "Master."
Natsume nodded in satisfaction, sprawled on the sofa. "Feed me the coffee."
"As you command, Master."
Her eyes shimmered. She took a sip of the steaming coffee herself, letting the rich flavor coat her tongue. Then, with a coy smile, she leaned in close to Natsume. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, her tongue skillfully parting his lips to transfer the warm liquid into his mouth.
The bitter taste of coffee mingled with the sweetness of her lips as they shared this intimate moment. Hinae's hands rested gently on Natsume's shoulders, steadying herself as she deepened the kiss. The warmth of the coffee spread through both their bodies, heightening the sensual experience.
As the last drop of coffee passed between them, Hinae slowly pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her breathing slightly quickened. She licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of coffee and Natsume's kiss.
"Was that to your satisfaction, Master?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Natsume's eyes were dark with desire as he gazed at her. "Perfect," he murmured, reaching out to pull her closer for another taste.
By the time the cup was empty, half an hour had passed.
"Are you staying tonight?"
Hinae looked down at him, massaging his forehead with both hands.
"What's up?"
Natsume enjoyed her lap pillow, a bit puzzled.
She'd never asked him to stay before.
"I've mastered the Yin Seal. I'd like Master to test the results."
Face flushed, Hinae slid her hand up onto him.
She dipped her white swan-like neck and gave a shy smile.
"It took me so long to learn—maybe my talent's lacking. Please go easy on me."
"We'll only know after we try."
Natsume's lips curved.
Hinae took a deep breath, activating the Yin Seal. A soft purple glow emanated from her body as she channeled her chakra, focusing it between her legs. With a slight wince, she recreated her hymen, blushing deeply as she met Natsume's hungry gaze.
"I'm ready, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and arousal.
Natsume's eyes darkened with lust. He pulled her close, crushing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her soft breasts through her clothes. Hinae moaned into the kiss, her nipples hardening under his touch.
Slowly, he undressed her, revealing her porcelain skin inch by tantalizing inch. Her pert breasts bounced free, topped with rosy pink nipples. Natsume's mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy, knowing he'd be the first to claim it.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded hoarsely.
Hinae obeyed, her thighs trembling as she exposed herself fully. Natsume positioned himself between her legs, the thick head of his cock nudging against her virgin entrance. With a grunt, he pushed forward, feeling the resistance of her newly formed hymen.
"Ahh!" Hinae cried out as he broke through, tears springing to her eyes. Blood trickled down her thighs, evidence of her lost virginity. But true to the power of the Yin Seal, the pain quickly faded, replaced by waves of intense pleasure.
"Master!" Hinae moaned, her walls clenching around his thick shaft. "You're so big inside me!"
Natsume groaned, amazed at the velvety tightness enveloping him. "Hinae... you're so tight," he panted, beginning to thrust in earnest.
The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, along with their moans and gasps of pleasure. Natsume's hips slapped against Hinae's thighs as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her previously untouched pussy.
"Harder, Master! Please!" Hinae begged, her nails raking down his back.
Natsume obliged, fucking her with abandon. He reached down to rub her clit, making her scream in ecstasy. "Come for me, Hinae," he growled.
Her body obeyed, convulsing in a powerful orgasm. "Natsume!" she wailed, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.
The sensation pushed Natsume over the edge. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he filled her womb with his hot seed.
As they lay tangled together, breathless and satisfied, Hinae's body glowed with chakra. The Yin Seal worked its magic, healing her soreness and replenishing her energy. She smiled up at Natsume, her eyes shining with love and a hint of mischief.
"So, Master... shall we test the Seal's regenerative powers again? I can remake my it as many times as you'd like..."
Natsume's spent cock twitched with renewed interest. He grinned, pulling her close for another deep kiss. "We have all night to thoroughly examine its capabilities," he murmured against her lips, his hand already sliding between her legs to feel her renewed tightness.
And so, they continued their carnal exploration, Natsume deflowering Hinae again and again as they pushed the limits of her newly mastered technique well.
"The Yin Seal really does live up to its reputation."
Natsume ended up exhausting himself instead.