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Kushina walked briskly through the lower halls of the Hokage Tower, her heels tapping sharply against the stone floor as she made her way toward the Torture and Interrogation division.
"Stupid old man," she muttered under her breath, arms crossed and expression stormy.
The heat still lingered on her cheek and a phantom memory of a palm that had no business being there on her ass. Her chakra flared subtly with each step, not quite violent, but simmering.
And yet...
A darker, sly voice echoed inside her mind, whispering with the hint of amusement.
"You liked it, didn't you? Don't lie..."
Kushina gritted her teeth. "Shut up," she hissed to no one but couldn't deny it.
But another part of her, a quieter, more dangerous part lingered on the memory.
The sound. The audacity. The heat.
The way her body had reacted with more than just anger.
Her rational voice protested "What are you doing? That was completely inappropriate. He's a pervy old man. You shouldn't feel like that. You're the deputy Hokage for heaven's sake, control yourself". It tried to scold her, tried to pull her back to structure and decorum, to remind her of titles and boundaries, of what was proper.
But she ignored it.
Instead, her mind wandered further, slipping into a space she'd tried not to visit. She imagined Minato. Her calm, kind Minato standing in her office, his arms around her from behind, his hands slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, warm fingers grazing her skin. She saw his eyes darkening as he turned her around, lifting her onto the edge of her desk. The sharp scent of scrolls and ink mixing with the heat of his breath on her neck. Her breath caught in her throat.
Her rational voice screamed 'Not now! Not here!'
But her thighs pressed closer together as the image grew stronger, her slit fluttering with quiet tension. The voice tried again 'You're on duty. You're going to interrogate a prisoner. Focus.'
Still, a faint warmth bloomed low in her stomach. As her mind slipped once again to that unexpected spanking.
"You're on duty. You're going to interrogate a prisoner. Concentrate." The voice tried again.
She took a steadying breath, face neutral again, and let her feet carry her forward.
Her steps continued, sharp and confident, her face composed as she descended into the deeper levels.
By the time she reached the reinforced doors of T&I, her expression was unreadable.
But inside... the storm had only just begun.
Kushina stepped through the reinforced double doors of the Torture and Interrogation Division, the weight of steel and stone settling behind her like a seal. The air inside was cool, clinical, but held the faint undertone of iron, and not just from discipline or weapons.
Her mind flicked back to the intelligence report she'd reviewed earlier:
"They are known as Nakamura-kai, a group of ronin primarily operating out of Kaminari no Kuni and Mizu no Kuni. They had Myoga-san, the jounin assigned to the genin 102 team, almost cornered. Our team managed to subdue the threat and capture a few members alive. I was sent here to inform you."
The memory sharpened her focus.
As she walked down the long corridor, shinobi posted throughout the office turned and acknowledged her presence. Some nodded stiffly, others straightened on instinct. She was, after all, the Hokage in waiting, and today, she looked every inch the role, even if some still found it hard to believe a woman so composed and alluring had such bite beneath her appearance.
"Kushina-sama!" a voice called respectfully.
She turned and immediately recognized the speaker, a young woman with wild purple hair, fishnet underlayers visible beneath her coat. The unmistakable attitude belonged to none other than Anko Mitarashi, the Snake Sannin's infamous former protege.
Kushina's thoughts flickered briefly to the past, the day Anko had been returned to the village, broken and quiet, after escaping Orochimaru's hold. Kushina had been among those summoned to help. It was she who had sealed the cursed mark on Anko's neck, furious at not being able to get her hands on that traitorous snake herself. She had still been a high-ranking Chuunin back then, not yet Hokage candidate, but she remembered Anko often tagging behind that shy-eyed Kurenai girl.
The stigma of being Orochimaru's apprentice still hung over her, but from the look of her now, Anko had learned to wear it like armor, or maybe like bait. Her outfit left little to the imagination wearing a long open trench coat, a rather short dark orange skirt, and opaque metallic mesh that covered her body from her collarbone to mid-thigh and fit her body as snugly as a second skin. It even made Kushina wonder if she was naked underneath. Kushina's mind betrayed her with a naughty whisper: "Imagine how you'd look in that, hmm?" She shook the thought away instantly.
"Mitarashi Anko," Kushina greeted with a firm nod. "Good to see you're keeping the place in order."
Anko's grin broadened. "Always, Kushina-sama. And... can I just say, damn, you look good. It's really great to see you here." She bowed, genuine warmth behind her words.
Before Kushina could respond further, another presence stepped into view.
Ibiki Morino.
The division chief was unmistakable, tall, broad-shouldered, with the deep, scarred lines across his scalp and face that told a thousand stories without a word. His trench coat hung heavily over his frame as he stepped forward with quiet authority.
For a moment, even stoic Ibiki found himself caught off guard. It wasn't that he hadn't seen kunoichi in daring outfits before in the interrogation halls and missions alike presented their share of eccentric cases but he hadn't expected Kushina Uzumaki to arrive dressed like this.
Her light-blue blouse hugged her chest tightly, his attention going on those globs of flesh, tucked into a sleek pencil skirt that framed her hips and thighs in all the wrong or give perspective right ways. His trained gaze flickered only once, disciplined and subtle, but the thought lodged in his mind all the same: she was a fine one. He might've been a hardened interrogator, but he was also a man. A hot-blooded one at that.
Still, his expression betrayed none of it. Not here. Not in front of her.
"Kushina-sama," he said with a deep nod. "You're earlier than expected."
"I wanted to see them myself. The ones captured outside the eastern pass."
"Of course. Follow me."
As he turned and began walking toward the interrogation wing, he gave a low, even briefing.
"The ones we captured were mostly low-level criminals and ex-mercenaries. They're fodder from Kaminari no Kuni. A few have records for robbery, illegal smuggling trafficking, weapon trafficking, and small-scale extortion."
"And their leader?" she asked.
"A different case entirely," Ibiki muttered darkly. "He calls himself Gekko Ren. Almost certainly a fake name, we're still trying to confirm his true identity. But he's no common thug. His chakra control is superb, and he managed to wound three of our elite trackers before we finally brought him down. Definitely trained. Possibly a missing-nin, probably a jounin before going awol we don't know if that was part of Kumo plan or if he really is missing nin."
Ibiki's voice dropped lower. "We've had him under interrogation for days. Despite heavy mental and physical stress, he hasn't said a single word beyond his name and even that likely isn't real. He's highly resistant to pain, and his discipline is almost unnerving.Whoever it is has had good training in resisting torture."
Kushina nodded. Her earlier conversation with Hiruzen and Danzo had prepared her for the possibility that enemy ninjas might be involved in the whole affair.
He paused, then added, "There are mental seals in place. Strong ones. The Yamanaka team has been cautious even probing his surface thoughts. The moment they get close, the seal starts pulsing likely rigged to cause memory damage or full shutdown. We're hoping we can find a way to crack those mind seals soon... but it's delicate."
"Affiliation?"
"None confirmed. But he fights like someone who learned from the Hidden Cloud. His stance, flow, it's textbook Kumogakure."
Kushina's eyes sharpened. "Is he talking?"
"Not yet. But with you here... that might change."
They reached the final door, heavily barred and sealed with layered fuinjutsu. Ibiki pressed his hand to the seal matrix, and it glowed faintly before sliding open with a mechanical hiss.
The room beyond was dim, to the point where the walls could not be clearly distinguished, save for a harsh overhead chakra light casting sharp illumination over the bound figure in the center.
Gekko Ren hung suspended from the ceiling by reinforced chakra-suppression bindings. His arms were stretched wide above him, wrists locked into restraints bolted into a steel beam. His legs were splayed and tied down at the ankles to floor rings, rendering him completely immobilized. He was entirely nude, his pale, bruised skin marred with deep welts, cuts, burns and dried blood streaks.
'Hohoo, looks like the prisoner has something interesting down there-'
'Not now.' Kushina hushed her perverted voice before it tempted her to give a quick glance at the prisoner's cock.
The soles of his feet were raw; his fingernails had been removed. He appeared barely conscious, his head slumped forward without making a sound, matted dark hair hanging limp over his eyes. Even his breathing was so weak that Kushina would doubt he was alive if it weren't for Ibki telling her he was.
Despite the condition of his body, his mouth had not spoken a single word other than his false name. The air in the room was heavy with silence, not one of peace, but of unspoken resistance.
Kushina stepped inside slowly, her boots echoing with authority. She kept her expression composed, but her gaze swept across every detail.
She wasn't alone. Just ahead, Anko Mitarashi was already inside the chamber, her once playful smirk twisted into something far more sadistic. Gone was the flirtatious, grinning woman from moments ago in the hallway. In her place was a predator.
Kushina watched as Anko approached the suspended prisoner. Her heels tapped lightly on the floor before stopping just beneath him. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she leaned in close and pressed her fingers against one of the deep cuts across his ribs, chakra subtly flaring.
The reaction was immediate.
Gekko Ren groaned lowly, a rattled, almost feral sound that echoed through the chamber. His head jerked back, eyes snapping open with unmistakable fury. He looked like a vengeful spirit,with his muscles contracting in a kind of silent scream and rage burning in his bloodshot gaze, aimed solely at the purple-haired kunoichi before him.
Anko tilted her head with a smirk. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead," she cooed. "You know, I was starting to think you'd gone and died on us. How disappointing that would've been."
Her voice was a purr edged with steel.
"But don't worry... we brought you a guest."
She stepped aside, and Kushina walked into the spotlight cast by the overhead chakra lamp. The harsh white light traced along the edges of her figure, throwing her red hair into sharp contrast with the darkness.
Ren's eyes snapped to her.
They widened, just slightly, but enough.
Then, just as quickly, they returned to stillness.
He said nothing.
But everyone in the room saw it. He recognized her.
Kushina took a slow step back, her task complete. Whatever confirmation Ibiki and Anko had hoped for, they'd gotten it in that moment of recognition. She moved to the shadows beside Ibiki, folding her arms and silently observing. She remained just outside the central light, cloaked in the room's ambient darkness.
Anko approached the hanging man again, the same sadistic glint returning to her eyes. She leaned in close and purred, "So, my little princess knows how to react, huh? Haha."
Kushina watched, her breath slow, controlled. But her thoughts stirred.
'I like this girl. So dominant. So bossy,' a naughty voice whispered inside her. 'I wonder if she's a full-on sadist... wouldn't it be nice to just join her, torture him a little, tease the truth out with a whisper and a knife? Or torture the fuck out of him?'
Kushina clenched her jaw. 'Stop it,' she told herself, shaking the voice off like a flick of static.
'Mikoto always said there's power in control,' she thought suddenly, unbidden memories slipping in. 'She used to tell me about enemy shinobi she'd tortured with her sharingan before finishing them. How they'd tremble, scream, and beg. And how satisfying it felt to break their mind piece by piece.'
The image of her old friend, calm and sultry, casually mentioning the ways she had made hardened men whimper, flickered in her mind. Kushina had always brushed it off as Mikoto's dramatic flair.
But now, standing in the shadows of the T&I chamber, hearing Ren's low, broken groans echo off blood-slick walls, she understood a little more how it could feel empowering to some.
The naughty voice purred again. 'You could do it. You could walk over, take Anko's tools, and make him sing for you. Just one whisper against his ear, a slow drag of a kunai, and he'd break. You'd love it. You want to. Admit it.'
'I'm in no such things' She fired back.
Just then, Ren let out a muffled grunt, followed by the wet thud of flesh being struck again. The heavy clang of chakra shackles straining against their restraints filled the chamber.
His voice cracked through the air a low, guttural groan, thick with pain and rage.
Anko laughed, light and cruel. "Oh, don't be shy now, Ren. We're just warming up. Ibiki, what do you think, should we go for the spine next? Or maybe see how long he lasts under nerve-channel probing?"
Ibiki's voice remained steady and grave. "Let's start with the mind-seal trace again. Keep him conscious. We need the memory pathways intact."
But when Ren continued to resist, snarling and groaning with unrelenting fury, Ibiki sighed and gave a nod to one of his aides.
"Call for Yamanaka Inoichi. We'll attempt psychic entry."
Not long after, the T&I doors opened again and Inoichi walked in, dressed in his flak vest, long blond hair tied back. His eyes flicked from Ren to Kushina to Ibiki and then back to Kushina, and he blinked in surprise.
"Kushina-sama? You're here personally?"
She nodded curtly. "We need answers."
He tried not to stare. He had, of course, heard rumors, particularly from Shikaku, who had complained more than once about Kushina's bothering him or how troublesome his office life was being, and yet never failed to mention her in their recent 'meetings'. He never forgot to mention how she looked in that deputy Hokage uniform. Inoichi had laughed it off at first. It was subtle at first but now Inoichi knew that his lazy old friend was becoming dangerously infatuated. Shikaku's marriage, his standing with Minato, all of it could be jeopardized.
He shook his head to clear the image of Yukino murdering Shikaku.
Now, standing here and watching Kushina exchange calm words with Anko, he understood. There was something about her. Something pulling. He had seen kunoichi with equal beauty. But Kushina? Kushina was magnetic.
And don't get him started on the outfit, he understood why shikaku was being pulled. Damn, he had always known she was beautiful. But looking at her now it was as if she was evolving. Even Inoichi remembered how she'd looked when she first took the deputy Hokage seat or when he had visited Minato at home. She appeared more composed, yes. Opposite of her boisterous nature he had seen. Her outfits it seems were evolving as well. commanding attention by just existing.
Ibiki came up beside him, muttering under his breath. "I hope you're ready for another round, this time for some new results hopefully."
Inoichi nodded. "We'll see what we can do." turning to redhead "Kushina-sama, seeing you're here I imagine you would like to visit his mind as well ?"
She stepped forward without hesitation. "Of course, Let's get this done."
Ren was unbound just enough to seat him upright in a steel chair, his wrists still cuffed in front of him, now locked into a restraining ring bolted into the center of a complex seal array etched into the floor. The symbols glowed faintly, red and violet swirls meant to both anchor and suppress.
Kushina stood behind him. Inoichi sat in front, placing his fingers gently over Ren's temples.
"Place your hand over mine, and assist with focus if I need grounding?" he instructed quietly.
Kushina reached forward, fingers brushing over his.
Inoichi exhaled slowly, fighting the heat rising up his neck as her palm settled over his. 'I'm married. I have a daughter. Focus, focus, focus...'
He began the jutsu. The seal circle flared around them. Ren groaned once, eyes rolling back in his head as the technique forced a bridge into his subconscious.
Kushina's chakra flared in tandem, stabilizing the spiral of memory and chaos. They were pulled inward.
The valley inside Ren's mind was strange, gray skies stretched endlessly above jagged black stone, and pillars of pulsing red light rose like twisted obelisks throughout the fractured mental terrain. The air shimmered with raw, living chakra, unstable and volatile. It felt less like memory and more like a prison built from anguish and iron will. Even Kushina, no stranger to sealing techniques, felt her stomach twist at the sheer intricacy.
"A Seal Valley," she whispered, awe tinged with tension in her voice. "And a damn complex one."
Inoichi gritted his teeth. "One of the most fortified I've seen. Multiple decoy layers, memory fragmentation, chakra-imbued memory barriers with reactive feedback. We force it, we'll burn his psyche, erase everything."
Kushina stepped closer to the central seal gate, a massive obsidian arch carved with symbols that shifted subtly with each breath she took. The barriers weren't just defenses, they were sentient in design. They watched her.
She extended a hand, her chakra lacing gently toward the surface.
"I could probably overpower them," she murmured, her chakra threads tracing the glyphs. A hum resonated in her palm. "But I'd kill him in the process. The layers aren't just holding data, they're protecting something important. Personal."
Inoichi was visibly sweating. "We'll have to study the structure first. Try to find cracks in the weave. Something reactive. Maybe exploit the trauma bindings."
"This seal work... it's like someone folded a blood pact into a psychological labyrinth," Kushina muttered. "Whoever built this was beyond skilled. Maybe Kumo, maybe not. But they didn't want this man to ever talk."
Moments later, both Inoichi and Kushina withdrew, the chakra seal slowly fading.
Ren was unconscious, his eyes rolled back and saliva dripping from his mouth..
Kushina exhaled deeply, brushing hair back from her forehead.
"I'll return soon," she said, voice steely. "We're going to crack that seal. I swear it. Dattebane"
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Kushina now sat in the office, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded loosely as her crimson gaze swept across the quiet room. Post noon light filtered through the large windows, casting angled shadows across her desk and papers. Her usual stack of work had been cleared swiftly. There was a rare, thin calm but not within her.
She had stopped thinking about what Kumo wanted from her but as soon as she had come back to office she had seen the old man still missing.
Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the edge of the desk, her nails clicking gently over the polished wood.
He still hasn't come back.
Her senses honed and easily picked up the familiar signature of Hiruzen Sarutobi. The old man was still within the Hokage Tower. She could feel it.
But instead of returning to the office to face her and face the consequences of his actions, she thought darkly he had tucked himself into the bustle of the mission assignment desk below. Surrounded by shinobis, paper stacks, and mission briefings, he had essentially found himself a perfect cover in plain sight.
'Coward.'
She leaned back in her chair with an annoyed sigh, her arms dropping to her sides as her head tilted toward the ceiling.
"Stupid old man," she muttered aloud.
Her gaze drifted to the wall-mounted clock. The hour was slipping by.
Right.
She had to go. Motono-san was expecting her at his office. This wasn't something she could delay, no matter how much she wanted to drag the Third Hokage back into the office and punish him for his audacity.
"You'll get what's coming to you, this time for sure" she said under her breath, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in the faintest smirk.
She stood, adjusting the hem of her skirt and smoothing the front of her blouse. With graceful, measured strides, she walked out of her office, the door closing softly behind her.
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Kushina arrived at the large estate that doubled as Ambassador Motono's office and residence. The architecture was stately, befitting someone in his position, imposing gates, trimmed hedges, and an upper floor balcony flanked by carved columns.
As she stepped through the entryway, the two guards stationed by the front doors immediately bowed with practiced discipline.
"Kushina-sama."
Their expressions remained neutral, but she noticed the flicker in their eyes, a slight widening, a quick glance down her legs before their gazes snapped back to neutral. She was used to it by now. The outfit Mikoto and Hitomi had helped her pick out left little to the imagination.
She climbed the marble stairs toward the second floor with graceful confidence, inwardly grateful that Motono's annoying nephew or any of the usual hangers-on weren't loitering around today.
The hallway at the top led to a pair of elegant double doors. Outside them stood a sleek, dark-haired woman seated at a curved reception desk, Yukino, Motono's personal secretary. Her expression remained impassive as her sharp eyes flicked up and down Kushina in one efficient glance.
"Kushina-sama," she said with a smooth voice, pressing a button to alert the ambassador.
Moments later, the tall wooden doors parted with a soft click, and Kushina stepped into the ambassador's office.
Motono was already standing, mid-step from behind his desk, his refined face barely able to hide the way his eyes immediately roamed over her, from the tight blue blouse outlining her chest to the snug black pencil skirt clinging to her hips and thighs.
He didn't even look ashamed.
'Kami be damned,' he thought, his mouth drying. 'She looks absolutely fabulous. If that skirt was just a couple of inches shorter, she would be perfect. What a vision. What a woman.'
Meanwhile, Kushina kept her face composed, shoulders straight, expression diplomatic. But her thoughts turned acidic the moment their eyes locked.
'Hitomi and Mikoto are definitely right,' she thought bitterly. 'He looks like he wants to fuck me. Right here on his polished floor.'
Her rational voice rose immediately. 'Disgusting. Absolutely vile. You came here to negotiate, not to be ogled like a bar maid.'
But her naughty voice slithered between the syllables. 'Wouldn't it be exciting though? Imagine someone else's cock inside us, stretching us in a room like this, all controlled and restrained...'
Kushina inhaled slightly through her nose and shook her head to shut up her naughty voice, the movement crisp but subtle.
"Kushina-dono, you look... fabulous, I must say," Motono said, voice thick with restraint, nearly failing to stop himself from licking his lips as he gestured inside.
"Thank you," Kushina replied coolly, stepping through the doorway with quiet elegance.
Still, as her heels clicked against the polished wood and the door clicked shut behind her with a deep, resonant thud, she felt a flutter in her chest, small, forbidden, but unmistakably there.
A traitorous little thrill.
She walked ahead, her stride measured and composed, every movement deliberate. Behind her, she could hear the soft fall of footsteps as Motono followed closely. She didn't have to look to know his eyes were on her, burning a slow path down the line of her spine to the sway of her hips.
'He's walking behind me on purpose,' she thought with a wry twist but without doing much to stop it or prevent it from continuing.
Motono gestured to a nearby sitting area near the tall window. "Come, Kushina-dono. We've been so formal, now we're friends, aren't we? Let's discuss this over some coffee."
She raised an eyebrow. Usually, she would sit opposite him across the imposing desk. The casual shift caught her slightly off-guard.
"You didn't have to," she said smoothly.
"Nonsense," he replied as he guided her toward the plush chairs arranged around a delicate glass table. "Besides, I hear there's talk of an upcoming interview. That'll be part of today's discussion. you have done your part, you look fabulous today, almost ready for the interview. Not that you look good other days. "
Kushina nodded a faint blush on her cheeks, taking the chair opposite him as he eased into his seat with relaxed confidence. From where she sat, the window behind him offered a view of his private garden, neatly landscaped with soft fountains and winding paths.
She crossed her legs, and as she did, the hem of her skirt crept further up her thighs, baring a tantalizing strip of skin between the end of the fabric and the top of her thigh-high stockings. Through the transparency of the glass table, the view wasn't hidden.
Motono's eyes lowered instantly, locking onto the exposed skin. As she gazed out the window, pretending not to notice, he smirked.
"It's a nice view, isn't it?" he said aloud, though his mind was far from the garden. 'Kami, I'm so infatuated with her... if only she'd part those legs just slightly,' he thought.
"You're right." Kushina gave a slight nod, her attention still turned outward. Not noticing where his eyes had gone.
They exchanged thoughts on the upcoming interview, tone, scope, target publications, and how to position her upcoming initiative as a national priority.
"With the right angle, this could change public sentiment overnight," Motono said, leaning back in his chair. "But of course, presentation is everything."
Kushina gave a small nod, arms still crossed over her knee. "I've made my peace with being on stage. It's the aftermath that worries me."
"You're sharper than most sitting on that tower," he said with a chuckle. Then he glanced toward the shelf. "Speaking of presentation, I have a perfect scroll for you. But I think my nephew might have taken it. so tomorrow same time I will definitely arrange for you"
"Of course, will see you tomorrow then," Kushina replied, her voice level and diplomatic.
'Kami-sama, it's so tiring to talk to him... but my project needs him,' she thought with a mental sigh.
As she uncross her legs, Motono's gaze immediately dropped again. This time, Kushina noticed.
And unconsciously, she slowed.
The controlled motion of her legs uncrossing took on a fluid elegance. She didn't rush it. Her movements were deliberate and poised like a performance. Not too much, but just enough. The way her skirt shifted upward allowed a fleeting glimpse of her inner thighs, soft skin barely visible above the edge of her stockings between her thighs.
And there it was.
His eyes followed.
'So easy, just like Mikoto said' she thought with a smirk tugging inside her lips by Motono's predictable action.
But just as the satisfaction bloomed in her chest, the realization struck her like a jolt of cold water.
'Wait... what am I doing?' Her heart gave a small thud. As she quickly stood up. Her expression didn't falter, but her spine straightened a little more sharply as she walked toward the doors with her face getting rosy and a little stumble.
As she walked toward the exit, her figure casting long shadows in the afternoon light.
'Damn so close, Still not the view I wanted, but close.' Motono thought
Outside Kushina quickly walked out of the building, and walked briskly down the stone path leading from Motono's estate, her heels hitting the walkway a bit harder than usual, her strides longer than necessary.
Her cheeks burned, not from shame, but from disbelief.
'What was that?' she screamed internally. 'Did I seriously... almost give him a show?'
Her body still tingled from the awareness of his gaze. The way his eyes had followed her, the weight of them crawling along the backs of her thighs.
Her naughty voice emerged, smooth and slick like silk against her spine.
'You're so light-hearted, Kushina. You should've continued. Lift that skirt just a little, arch that hip... Let him see. I could live off the heat in his eyes. Mmm, I could drink his lust.'
"Shut up, you creep, you made me do that" she muttered under her breath, catching herself as a couple passing Chuunin looked her way. She kept walking, head held high.
"Oh, my dear. I'm just a voice, I can't make you do anything. You did that all by yourself." Her mischievous voice responded as if amused by Kushina's refusal.
Her rational voice chimed in sharply, clipped and scolding.
'Good thing we stopped and walked out. He probably thinks we're some flirtatious, easy slut of woman now, desperate for male attention. Hokage candidates don't act like that.'
Kushina nodded slightly to herself, as if affirming the internal reprimand.
But the naughty voice just giggled, low and wicked.
'Even if he thinks so, That doesn't change the fact that you enjoyed teasing him and getting him excited with just a single move..'
She didn't reply.
She didn't have to.
The flutter in her stomach already had.
Her walk continued, heels striking more softly now as the Hokage Tower came into view. She said nothing and let her silence drown the chaos in her head. The red in her cheeks hadn't faded, and neither had the echo of Motono's eyes on something so simple as her thighs.
But the question lingered with every step, 'Why did it thrill her so much to have that power?
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Kushina sat behind her wide Hokage desk, the light from the tall windows now casting long shadows across the office floor. The tower was quiet for once, the steady bustle outside muted by thick doors and reinforced walls. Alone.
She tried to busy herself.
Tried.
Everything that had happened today or worse, everything she had allowed to happen spun in loops inside her head. The way Motono had looked at her. The way she'd let him. Her skirt, her legs, her voice. The words she didn't say. The invitation she didn't stop.
Her heart thudded softly in her chest.
'I can't believe I almost gave him a show... What the hell is wrong with me today?' she thought, hands motionless over the papers. 'I was excited. And aroused. Kami, I still am.'
She clenched her jaw and exhaled through her nose.
'I should go find the old man and take it out on him. Spar. Beat him until this heat in me has somewhere to go.'
But she didn't stand.
Her eyes dropped to the surface of her desk, but her focus was no longer on the parchment spread across it. Her thighs shifted slightly under the desk. She wasn't even thinking clearly anymore. Just feeling.
She could feel the warmth pulsing between her legs. The faint throb of her pussy, slick from tension and the weight of everything she hadn't acted on.
And then the voice. That voice.
'Mmm, we're alone now, aren't we? Just slip a hand under that pretty skirt. You know you want to. One finger... maybe two. Just until the edge fades.'
Her thighs parted slightly.
The movement was almost unintentional. Almost.
Her hand twitched above her lap.
'Just a brush. Just a tease. You earned it. You made all those men watch and ache. Shouldn't you get to enjoy the power too?'
"No," she whispered to herself.
The rational voice was back.
'This is your office. Your seat of power. You're not some slut who gets off to the gaze of men. Even if you are alone here, that's no excuse to put yourself down like that.'
But the warmth didn't leave. Her pulse beat low, steady, insistent. She glanced at the door.. Still locked.
Her legs were still parted, the hem of her skirt riding high. Her panties clung almost damp to her heated folds. Her fingers were already sliding down her thigh before she stopped herself. Her breath hitched.
'Just a little further,' the lustful voice coaxed, warm and silken. 'Just a rub, Kushina. It's not like you haven't done worse. He wanted it, and we could have given it, but we denied it. We were in control there, and we still are here...'
Her rational voice fought to steady her. 'You are the deputy Hokage. This is not how a leader behaves. Close your legs and pick up a report.'
Her hand trembled. Her eyes flicked to the door again.
'It's locked. No one would know, the naughty voice whispered. Imagine slipping your fingers past that wet silk. Imagine coming in this very chair, with all your power at your fingertips.'
Her thighs tensed. Her lips parted in a soft breath.
Then she snapped upright.
'No. Not here.'
She pushed the chair back with a sudden creak, the sound startling in the quiet room. With forceful resolve, she reached for a mission report from the side stack, holding it like a shield against the lust curling in her stomach.
She forced her eyes to the words.
'Team 12 reported light skirmishes near the border with Taki. Two enemy scouts subdued. No casualties. Team returned without significant injury. Awaiting follow-up orders.'
She read it again, forcing her attention into the ink.
Her breathing slowed. Her thighs closed. Her pulse eased.
But the ache... it lingered.
And the voice, quieter now, still whispered with a smile.
'Later then... somewhere better.' a naughty voice purred which she ignored as she glanced up at the clock on her office wall and exhaled softly.
'It's almost time to pick up the kids...'
She leaned back in her chair, hand brushing against her lips as a reluctant sigh escaped.
'But Mikoto will be there too. And in my current state, I do not want to deal with her. That smug bitch will definitely pull something, and I won't be able to stop it.'
Her mind wandered briefly too vividly, to the tool Mikoto had used last time and that it was still in her house, hidden in her closet. How that pink toy she used on her to open her up and penetrate her again and again in a way she didn't know that she longed for so much, but frustratingly lacked something essential that she had only felt with her husband's cock. The memory sent a wave of heat spiraling through her lower belly. She growled into her hands, pressing her palms over her face.
"Minato... come back home, please," she muttered out loud, voice muffled against her fingers.
Her eyes flicked to the clock again.
'I still promised Naruto and Karin I'd pick them up today.'
With a deep breath, she formed a cross-hand seal.
Poof!
A clone appeared beside her in a swirl of smoke, identical in every way.
Kushina locked eyes with it, nodding firmly.
"Pick the kids up. Take them for ramen or something. When they're home and safe, dispel."
"Hai," the clone answered obediently, turning toward the door.
As it stepped out of the room, Kushina returned to her paperwork.
She didn't notice the faint smirk curling on the clone's lips as it disappeared from sight.
TBC
Ok, here's the next update. How as it well definitely not as hot as last one right but for all slow burn fans this is for you.
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