Rasa narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in the beautiful sight before him.
The tall woman, about 1.7 meters in height, stood with her hands folded neatly across her flat stomach.
As her windbreaker slipped from her shoulders and the bandages wrapped around her slender arms unraveled, her graceful figure and radiant white skin were revealed before him.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun streaming into the room, Hanori's porcelain skin gleamed faintly, flawless and smooth, not even showing a single pore.
When she took off her mask, her face was beautiful with a touch of seductive maturity.
Her short brown hair fluttered slightly in a stray breeze.
Her bangs, once pinned to the side, slipped loose and fell across her forehead, covering her left eye.
With her gentle aura and mature features, she appeared both mysterious and captivating.
The fishnet mesh covering her body highlighted her seductive figure and luscious curves, and her figure was eye-catching. The fullness of her chest made it clear she was at least above a 36E.
[Image] Hanori
Rasa swallowed quietly. He had long known Hanori was beautiful, but he hadn't expected that simply removing her coat and bandages would transform her presence so much.
Just standing there in fishnet mesh, she radiated overwhelming charm.
This kind of beauty—short hair, bangs covering one eye—was the type Rasa found hardest to resist.
Hanori smiled shyly and tilted her head, but quickly caught herself, forcing down her nervousness and the strange anticipation stirring within her.
She met Rasa's gaze directly, though her hands clasped together unconsciously, her fingers lightly fidgeting against one another.
Feeling both her inner thoughts and her body's reactions, Hanori was delighted to realize it was just as she had imagined.
In the past, even when dressed fully covered, if anyone came within three meters of her, she would feel intense disgust—sometimes even nausea.
And if they stepped within two meters, her gentle nature would snap, and she'd turn violent.
But now, wearing what she considered "revealing" clothing—yes, in her mind, just tight clothes was already shameful—she felt no rejection at all.
Standing this close, face-to-face with Lord Rasa, she instead felt happy.
Although she had sensed this earlier when they stood together at the door, now she was certain of it.
Steeling herself, Hanori locked eyes with Rasa.
A faint blush rose across her fair, lined cheeks as her long eyelashes quivered.
Rasa remained silent, just staring at her, and Hanori nervously searched for words.
Her lips parted slightly, and what she said even startled herself:
"I… I've never shown myself like this to anyone before. Not only that—even if someone got within one meter of me, I would lose control and lash out."
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. What am I saying? It doesn't even make sense!
"Uh, it's fine. Sit down. You didn't actually have to take off your coat—just your windbreaker and mask would've been enough."
Rasa finally spoke, scolding himself inwardly for being so careless.
He had been so focused on admiring Hanori's graceful figure that he'd forgotten how inappropriate his behavior seemed.
Hanori, however, noticed he hadn't blamed her for her slip of words. Relief washed through her tense heart, and gratitude followed.
She had braced herself to be scolded, yet instead, Rasa showed generosity.
Her long lashes fluttered with her breath as she smiled faintly and sat down.
The two of them chatted lightly for a while.
Suddenly, Hanori let out a soft "Ah!" and rushed to the chair where her windbreaker lay, rummaging through it.
Rasa was about to speak when she pulled out a folded piece of paper.
In her heels, she trotted back over and handed it to him.
Rasa accepted it with both hands, but before he could say anything, Hanori smiled.
"This is a list of all the Shadow Guard members and their basic information."
Rasa frowned, immediately folded the half-open paper, and handed it back.
"No. The Shadow Guard answers directly to the Kazekage. I can't overstep my authority."
If he just worked diligently for a few months, he would eventually be qualified to take command of the Shadow Guard.
Reading the list now would gain him nothing but trouble—what if it were discovered, or worse, leaked?
With the Third Kazekage still alive, meddling in Shadow Guard affairs could only cause him unnecessary problems.
Still, Rasa knew Hanori's intentions were sincere. With her favorability toward him already at 80, he didn't doubt her goodwill.
Hanori blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected Rasa to refuse so firmly. She couldn't read his thoughts, not knowing that he simply wished to avoid complications.
Yet soon, her eyes brightened, her breath quickened, and her chest rose and fell softly.
This is the savior of the Sand Village I believe in. I was right.
Only a man who treats power like dust is truly worth following for life!
Her smile blossomed as she respectfully tucked the paper away, then pulled out another.
"If you won't look at the Shadow Guard's details, at least read this intelligence report on Aoki."
Rasa hesitated, but this was reasonable. Gathering intelligence on an opponent before a fight was only natural.
Even if the report leaked, no one could fault him for it.
He nodded, taking the sheet from Hanori's pale, slender hands, and began to read carefully.
Hanori gazed tenderly at him as he lowered his head, absorbed in the report. The more she looked, the deeper her admiration and affection grew.
Rasa read with focus, realizing why Jonin Aoki was so arrogant.
The man secretly possessed many techniques Rasa had never heard of.
But that only meant Rasa could prepare counters more effectively.
Suddenly, the scent of roses grew stronger, and something soft and elastic pressed against the back of his head.
The page in his hands dimmed as the light was blocked, and slender hands rested gently on his shoulders.
"Hanori, what are you doing?!"
Though Rasa had grown somewhat used to Hanori's attitude, he was still stunned by her bold move.
"You look very tired, and this chair has no backrest. Sitting so straight must be exhausting. Let me be your backrest, okay?"
Though she phrased it as a question, Hanori had already pressed herself closely against his back, her hands kneading his broad shoulders.
Her gentle face was flushed, betraying her calm words.
She could feel the stimulation pressing against her chest.
Even through two layers of fabric, her most sensitive area was brushing directly against the back of his head.
As she moved, massaging his shoulders, her breasts rubbed against his hair.
Her body trembled under the unfamiliar sensation, her chest tightening, hardening slowly against him.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the strange impulses rushing through her and keep her hands steady.
Rasa, unaware of her inner turmoil, closed his eyes slightly to better enjoy the massage.
Since she had already taken the initiative, what else could he say?
But though Hanori had a gentle, graceful appearance, she clearly had no experience serving anyone.
Her massage was clumsy—just squeezing and releasing his shoulders without rhythm or variation.
Yet even so, Rasa felt a growing thrill.
The faint rose fragrance, the soft pressure at the back of his head, and the memory of how she looked when she shed her coat—it was intoxicating.
Leaning against her now, he realized the softness was even more springy than he had imagined.
Just resting against it made him so comfortable he nearly groaned.
Due to the dual stimulation of smell and touch, Rasa felt his dick about to rise.
He quickly closed his legs and gave instructions.
"Harder, Hanori. Don't you feel how stiff my arm muscles are?"