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To Be Hokage - Chapter 28 : Cracks get in even deeper
As soon as it exited the office and turned a corner down the hall, the grin widened.
"You shouldn't lie to yourself, Kushina-sama," the clone muttered under its breath.
It didn't head for the academy. Not yet. Instead, it turned into one of the private washrooms tucked away along the inner corridor of the Hokage Tower. Stepping inside, it locked the door behind with a click and walked toward the full-length mirror.
"Your body doesn't lie," she said to her reflection, reaching up and slowly unfastening the front of the shirt. The mesh fabric of her bra stretched tight across her chest, translucent enough that the outline of her nipples poked boldly through. Below, the dampened mesh of her panties clung visibly to her folds, the faint sheen of arousal undeniable.
"So denying," she purred, slipping out of the blouse completely. "But you'll learn."
Her hands glided down her hips, slipping under the waistband of her panties. She discarded them slowly, deliberately, letting the cool air of the room lick over her bare skin. Then she reached around and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Now nude except for the dark thigh-high stockings still clinging to her legs, she turned slightly, admiring herself.
"We'll learn this is enjoyable," she murmured with a sultry smile.
She picked up the uniform again, this time leaving the undergarments in the waste bin which would dispel when she would dispel. As she pulled the skirt up her thighs, the sensation of fabric over bare skin sent a ripple of excitement through her.
Without her bra, the blouse's structure pressed her nipples gently forward. She left the top three buttons undone, the cleavage subtle but intentional. The thicker fabric prevented the color from showing, but the twin outlines of her nipples remained unmistakable.
She posed once more in the mirror, running her hands down her skirt. The skirt was tied a couple of inches up now from its earlier position.
"This should trigger our memories from Hot Springs Country," she said aloud, her voice a teasing echo of her creator's own.
When she stepped out of the washroom, the difference was immediate.
The cool breeze under her skirt grazed her bare pussy, each step an intimate reminder of what she was doing.
And she walked like she knew it.
Through the bustling streets of Konoha, the clone swayed her hips with slow, calculated precision. Each step, purposeful. Each sway of her skirt, daring. A subtle smile played on her lips as villagers passed, some turning their heads unknowingly drawn to the confident redhead striding with seductive grace.
She didn't slow. Didn't pause.
Because for once, she wasn't Kushina the Hokage.
She was Kushina... unleashed.
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The clone strode confidently down the stone path toward the academy, the late-afternoon sun casting warm gold across her skin. Her hips swayed in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic, her smile soft and inviting, with a glint of mischief tucked into the corners of her lips. She nodded at passing villagers, exchanging polite greetings with the practiced ease of Kushina herself, though the glint in her eyes was all her own.
As she turned a corner near the outer training courts, she spotted a familiar group approaching from the opposite direction.
Ryoichi.
And trailing behind him, predictably, were the trio: Baicho, Haihuen, and Shinsuke.
They were clearly pestering Ryoichi about something, their banter animated, hands gesturing in exaggerated complaints or mock frustration. But the moment their eyes landed on the red-haired kunoichi heading their way, all movement stilled.
Baicho saw her first.
His mouth opened slightly, then closed again as his eyes flicked down her figure. The first thing that caught his attention was the unbuttoned collar of her shirt, the way it fell open just enough to reveal a teasing view of the tops of her breasts. Then, the unmistakable shape of her nipples poking forward beneath the fabric, not overt, but clear enough for his twisted imagination to seize upon.
'Is she... is she not wearing a bra?' he wondered, heart skipping. 'No way. No way, she would never do that. May be her bra is shaped liked that'
Still, the image wormed its way into his thoughts, his mind racing with what-ifs, barely contained. He saw her thighs, the skirt was definitely higher than usual.
His eyes dropped lower as she walked, and he noticed how the black pencil skirt clung to her hips, the hem shifting with every stride. His throat went dry. He couldn't see under it, of course. But the mystery burned hotter than a full view.
'Damn it... if only this were the training field. Or that one time she bent to pick up a scroll... Kami, just a peek...'
Haihuen and Shinsuke were likewise caught off guard. Shinsuke stiffened, averting his gaze too quickly to not be obvious. Haihuen stared openly, blinking in stunned surprise.
Ryoichi was the only one who managed to compose himself fast enough to offer a respectful bow.
"Kushina-sama."
The clone smirked, her voice smooth like silk.
"Ryoichi-san. And you three," she said, letting her gaze drift slowly over the trio. "You're out today?"
Ryoichi straightened, folding his arms. "Yes, ma'am. I was assigned a delivery mission to the Nara compound along with herding deers. These three accompanied me."
The clone's eyes lingered on the trio and enjoyed how Baicho was ogling her, she saved his expression for her original , her smile curling ever so slightly. Her eyes lit in in amusement as she saw him ogling her form with eyes switching rapidly between her breasts and then her thighs
"How responsible," she almost purred. "Hope you weren't too much trouble."
Baicho's face colored. He couldn't tell whether it was from shame, guilt, or arousal.
'No way... there's no way she knows what I'm thinking. Right?' he thought.
But her smirk lingered. And he wasn't sure anymore.
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As the clone Kushina reached the academy gates, her stride didn't slow in fact, her hips swayed with an extra flourish as she spotted friends Mikoto and Hitomi standing with Tsume.
The clone's lips curled upward. She walked toward them with deliberate ease, confidence radiating off her in waves.
"They like to tease my original, don't they?" she purred inwardly, eyes glinting with playful malice. "Well then... let's see how they like me today."
Mikoto noticed her first, she eyed her up and down immediately noticing changes in the dress, her smirk blooming instantly. Beside her, Hitomi's eyes also widened and she whispered something beneath her breath, her fingers shielding her mouth, with amusement in her eyes.
Tsume didn't speak. Her wild eyes swept the clone up and down, taking in every calculated detail of the outfit, the unbuttoned collar, the dangerously snug skirt, the sway of her braid, the way her blouse stretched across her chest.
As the clone stepped closer, Tsume's nose twitched.
She caught it.
The scent of arousal is sharp, undeniable, and rich. Her smirk deepened. 'Damn that's smell of bitch in heat' she thought
"Konnichiwa, Kushina," Tsume said smoothly, voice dripping with casual insolence covered up by an acted ignorance.. "Atsui ne? Or should I say... Fuku-Hokage-sama?"
The clone's smirk widened, her eyes locked onto Tsume's with slow-burning delight. Almost as if they were having a conversation with looks where Tsume and her sharp nose claimed to have discovered Kushina's little mischief and she didn't even bother to hide it or deny it.
"Only for those who know how to handle the heat," she murmured, her voice low and velvet-soft.
Mikoto chuckled under her breath. Hitomi looked like she was trying not to laugh, especially when her eyes drifted to the clone's hemline.
"I like the adjustments you made to outfit " Mikoto smirked as she walked close to clone
"Bold" she muttered, The clone didn't back down in the slightest, despite her obvious commando state. She giggled, pulling the edge of skirt with a slit sitting daringly close to upper-thigh, swaying just enough to offer fleeting glimpses when the wind teased it.
"Well I thought why not, you are not the only ones with the ideas" Clone Kushina smirked, poking Mikoto on her stomach.
Tsume's gaze lingered a little too long, nostrils flaring again as she caught the scent of Kushina's arousal once more. 'She wants it bad,' she mused, a knowing gleam in her eye by perceiving the tension between the two women's looks. Though she didn't know the full extent of Mikoto and Kushina's secret relationship, Tsume, like most seasoned kunoichi in Konoha had long suspected there was more between the Uchiha matriarch and the fiery redhead than simple friendship. Kunoichis always should have flexible minds, so weren't strangers to intimacy within their ranks; Tsume herself had enjoyed her share of such encounters with kunoichis, discreet and otherwise. But she understood why those two would keep things under wraps. The Uchihas were stiff with pride, and the Hyuga clan were just as prudish. And Kushina? She was definitely a closet pervert, the type who liked to pretend she was above such things, all noble duty and discipline, while secretly thriving under attention. 'But why did she suddenly come out of her shell now?' The way she dressed today, the deliberate height of her skirt, the sway of her hips… it was no accident. Kushina was leaking in need, and Tsume could smell it at every step.
"You really came out to play today, huh?" Mikoto teased, eyes narrowing playfully.
"Maybe I did," the clone replied smoothly, her chin tilted with quiet pride. "Or maybe I just knew who'd be watching, and that you'd be here, ready for me to play with."
"Yo-..." Mikoto was caught off guard for that daring verbal counterattack. A blush rose unintentionally to her cheeks feeling somewhat foolish because of that unexpected departure from her mental script and at an unfamiliar disadvantage in the game she thought she was an expert at. Hitomi, standing just behind her, looked equally surprised. The same redhead they had teased earlier that morning for wearing that outfit was now confidently owning it, and more. She giggled quietly at Mikoto's visible fluster.
"Ohhh, so bold of you, Kushina," Hitomi purred, her voice low and silky.
Kushina turned her gaze to the Hyuga matriarch with a knowing smirk. "Aww, are you feeling neglected, Hi-to-mi-chan? Salty that I haven't been giving you enough attention lately?"
This time, it was Hitomi's turn to freeze, eyes widening just slightly before her lips parted in surprise. Kushina had just shattered their unspoken rule, the one that said never act like this in public, not openly, not so brazenly, especially not when villagers or ANBU might be watching.
And yet, neither Mikoto nor Hitomi disliked it.
They knew Kushina was impulsive, known for her brash nature, but not like this. Not in the open, throwing all their hidden fun out in public. Not with Tsume standing close by, arms folded, eyes sharp, as if she were piecing together the clues and hidden signals that the three women sent each other.. The Inuzuka woman wasn't missing a thing. He had an acumen as sharp as his nose, and if this continued, it wouldn't just start rumors, it would ignite them.
Mikoto, clearly rattled, stepped half a pace back trying to regain her thoughts and folded her arms with mock dignity. "Good for you. That kind of confidence might actually suit you in the Deputy Hokage role."
But her eyes told a different story. They glittered with heat and promise. It wasn't a dismissal. It was a hidden message of a challenge. When we're alone, you'll pay for that.
Tsume, standing off to the side, caught it all. The Uchiha's blush, the flicker in Hitomi's throat, the subtle shift in Kushina's scent.
She thought to herself, definitely not wrong. The arousal was thick now, not just Kushina's, but Mikoto's and Hitomi's too.
A flush of heat crept into Tsume's chest as her mind raced the matter with great interest. What else have these three been hiding?
The air between the four women shimmered, charged with playful tension. The boundaries between friendship, rivalry, and desire were beginning to blur. And Kushina's clone was more than ready to test every single line.
Soon, the academy doors burst open as the final bell rang, releasing the next wave of loud, squabbling energy in the form of young shinobi-to-be. The courtyard filled with the familiar chorus of laughter, shouts, and footsteps slapping against sun-warmed stone.
Among the dispersing crowd, six distinct figures stood out.
Naruto Uzumaki was the loudest and most outstanding, as usual his blond hair spiking in every direction, mouth already mid-argument. "What will you do, you blind girl? I'll wipe the floor with you next time, believe it!"
His target, Hinata Hyuga, flushed instantly but held her ground, eyes hard beneath her dark bangs. "Keep dreaming, peasant," she retorted, lifting her chin slightly. Her voice carried that cool Hyuga edge, practiced even if it didn't come naturally.
"Don't speak and encourage the fool, Hinata-sama," came Neji's smoother, colder voice. He walked a half step behind her, arms folded neatly in his sleeves. "He's deluded if he believes he can defeat a Hyuga in close combat."
"Hmph," Hinata muttered, cheeks puffing slightly, but she didn't deny it.
"Hey, who you are calling fool, you jerk" Naruto snapped to Neji and again continued "Why are you even here, shouldn't you be with your class, hey, Karin, join me ! the blind girl bought backup" He retorted looking at Karin
Sasuke Uchiha was trailing slightly behind them, quiet and sharp-eyed, hands in his pockets. His gaze flicked between his classmates, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. 'I can't believe he's the son of Yondaime… and Deputy Hokage,' Sasuke thought dryly. 'Loud, impulsive, always shouting. Doesn't even think before acting.'
Then, he smirked. 'Though… he does have flashes of brilliance when it matters.'
His thoughts drifted to Kushina. 'Maybe he takes after Kushina-oba. Loud, intense… She always got louder whenever she's with my mom.' He let out a quiet exhale through his nose, amused.
Kiba Inuzuka emerged next, brushing past his classmates with an eager grin. He barely heard Naruto and Hinata's bickering, his nose and attention were already locked elsewhere.
His eyes widened. There, across the courtyard near the gates on four women…
His mom. Mikoto Uchiha. Hitomi Hyuga. And the most important of all …
Uzumaki Kushina.
He nearly tripped over his own sandals.
'Kami, I was just thinking about how I wanted to go to Naruto's house today… maybe get lucky again, see her up close…'
It wasn't the first time. And today, it felt like fate had answered.
She stood out effortlessly. The slight sway in her hips, the gleam in her grey-violet eyes, the unapologetic curve of her smirk. She wasn't dressed like a deputy Hokage should be. Even Kiba could tell that. The white blouse clung just a little too snugly, buttons fighting against the swell of her chest. Her black pencil skirt hugged her and it was tied higher today. He was sure of it. It was the outfit from yesterday but it was something
He swallowed.
Next to her, Mikoto had one brow raised as she whispered something to Hitomi, who just barely stifled a laugh. Tsume, however, was watching Kiba directly.
The older Inuzuka matriarch's sharp eyes caught the flicker in her son's gaze.
Tsume's grin widened slightly as she caught the way her son's eyes lingered on Kushina's thighs.
'Well, well, Kiba. Looks like you're growing up faster than expected.' she mused silently. 'It doesn't help that Kushina is definitely aroused…and maybe wet and leaking, even.'
She hadn't said it aloud. She didn't need to. The scent had been clear earlier, and she'd made sure to share that information with the others silently, through subtle glance and body posture.
The children, still mid-argument, began drawing closer to the women.
Naruto, red-faced and defiant, stomped ahead. "You're all just jealous! I could beat all of you with one hand tied behind my back Dattebayo!" he shouted.
Karin, trailing behind the group with her arms loosely crossed, was grinning to herself.
She always enjoyed watching the chaos between her cousin and Hinata. Today was no different. Naruto had been fuming ever since Hinata beat him during taijutsu sparring. And truthfully, Karin couldn't blame her.
Earlier that day, Naruto had stolen Hinata's lunch…again and proceeded to taunt her in front of the whole class, calling her blind and slow. She had snapped. The ensuing spar had drawn half the academy to watch.
Hinata had taken him down in under thirty seconds.
Now, Naruto was furious, embarrassed, and more than anything loud.
As they approached the women, even Sasuke seemed mildly amused.
Mikoto looked at kids and the Naruto spoke "well it seems usual day at academy" and chuckled "reminds me of certain redhead taking fights with anyone"
The three ladies chucked even clone Kushina laughed "Well all of them deserved it dattebane"
Kiba, on the other hand, suddenly found himself more self-conscious than ever. He didn't want to look too eager, but he couldn't help it. He took another glance this time, his eyes met his mother's .
She gave him a wild trademark Inuzuka smirk. His ears burned.
Then, Naruto looked up and spotted the group of women.
His face lit up. "Kaa-chan!"
The clone Kushina turned her head slowly, her smirk deepening as her eyes took in her son's friends.
Her voice rang out. "Naru-chan! You're just in time."
He jogged up, winded and smiling.
"Oi, Kaa-chan, you're really here."
The clone shrugged nonchalantly. "Of course I'm, I can't break my promise can I?"
Naruto blinked. "You are the best!"
She winked. "Of course I am."
Hitomi covered her mouth to hide her amusement. Hinata was blushing again, eyes darting from Kushina to the ground.
Karin greeted Kushina and then other ladies and then she looked at Kushina again, confused, wondering why she felt different.
Kiba, meanwhile, was still frozen. His mother grinned and gave him a nudge which felt like a push.
"Say hello, pup."
He startled, "Uh…hey, Kushina-sama. You, uh… look… nice."
The clone turned to him slowly, eyes tracing up and down with obvious mischief. Remembering how the original was almost caught yesterday
"Why thank you, Kiba-kun. You too do not look bad at all." She spoke as she leaned towards him to pat his head giving the young boy a good glimpse of her cleavage and as her back was towards Mikoto who eyed Kushina and her riding skirt 'What's with her?' Mikoto thought, finding it disconcerting that she had the audacity and nerve to play with Kiba until she turned him red "She's really provoking a child...oh?"
It was the second the Uchiha considered her friend to have gone mad, or replaced by a disguised poseur that Mikoto noticed Kushina still crouched down subtly glancing over her shoulder at her. With a mischievous expression that almost seemed to say, "gotcha.".
Kushina wasn't playing with Kiba, she was actually playing with Mikoto, and she had fallen roundly into her shameless trap.
This was the second time Mikoto felt she had been outdone at her own game.
Kiba almost choked, his cheeks burning.
Hitomi laughed softly, finding it adorable. Tsume smiled broadly, finding it hilarious.
"Alright, Kiba," Tsume said, grabbing her son's collar just as he tried to follow Naruto and the rest. "You're coming home with me."
"Aww, come on, Mom! I wanted to go with Naruto and see where they…"
She bent down just slightly, whispering in his ear with a teasing smirk. "You still have time to be alpha, my little pup."
"MOM!" he groaned out loud, cheeks flushed red as he struggled in her grip.
Naruto burst out laughing. "You're whipped, Kiba!"
The others joined in with grins of their own, and Tsume just dragged the protesting boy away, chuckling as she went. Hitomi waved them off with a faint smile, then turned to follow the rest of the group.
Clone Kushina, Naruto, Sasuke, Karin, Mikoto, and Hitomi made their way toward Ichiraku Ramen, their voices rising and falling with chatter. Though the clone walked with casual ease, her eyes stayed alert, subtly sweeping the surroundings.
Inside the ramen stand, Teuchi greeted them warmly, though for a split second, his voice hitched.
His eyes had drifted lower, catching the sharp outline of Kushina's figure, the tight press of her blouse across her chest, where her nipples were faintly, unmistakably poking through the fabric, and the long expanse of thigh left bare by her slightly raised skirt. He blinked once, then forced a smile, quickly adjusting his gaze upward.
"Kushina-sama! And young Naruto too! The r usual?"
"Absolutely," the clone said, her tone upbeat, folding her arms under her bust with a grin. Naruto bounced eagerly on his heels.
"Five bowls, Teuchi-ossan!"
As they settled into their seats and placed their orders, the warmth of Ichiraku Ramen enveloped them. Golden afternoon light filtered in from the edges of the fabric canopy, mingling with the soft amber glow of hanging lanterns above. The wooden counter, worn smooth by years of shinobi elbows and quick meals, now hosted a far more captivating gathering.
Sasuke, ever the stoic, ate quietly, his eyes occasionally darting toward Naruto and Hinata's bickering. Karin, seated near the clone, took slow bites between side glances, her attention split between the ramen and the redhead's breezy energy. imitating her aunt a little in the way she sits and eats.
Mikoto, seated two stools down, found herself unusually quiet not from lack of words, but from being genuinely taken aback. Her gaze kept drifting with suspicion. Now that she noticed Kushina's blouse, clearly not reinforced with anything underneath, left little to the imagination. The fabric shifted with every movement, every breath, catching just enough of the shop's downlight to hint at the subtle peaks beneath firm, rounded, and undeniably there .
'She didn't even wear a bra? Did she really discard it? No way right? She was so shy in the morning. Mikoto thought, lips parting around her chopsticks. No bra just to go to work at the office? And to pick up the kids from school? That was scandalous even for Mikoto herself. 'Who is this woman?' That wasn't like the Kushina she knew or maybe it was. Maybe this was the side she was sure the redhead had but nobody in the world has to see more except maybe herself or maybe Hitomi…. This was like the dream again.
She ate another serving of ramen, but with a frown as if she tasted vinegar instead of Ramen broth.
That was, in a way, the Kushina that Mikoto was striving to bring to the surface with her provocations and risqué games. Even the small adjustments she made to her wardrobe were things that matched vividly with the image she wished to see in Kushina. Bold, confident and very aware of her own sensuality. But above all, she was more willing to get caught up in the little game of seduction that Mikoto was playing between them, hoping that one day they could have their little affair at the expense of their husbands, who clearly didn't deserve them.
That was what she wanted for her, but still she didn't feel entirely comfortable and at ease with that sudden change. She couldn't explain it. But her bold and seductive attitude made it seem as if Kushina didn't mind playing with Mikoto, nor did she mind bringing in new players.
'Was this the result of pushing her too far? Is this her way to take revenge? Giving me exactly what I want?' she thought dubiously, looking at Kushina out of the corner of her eye. Bitterly finding more similarities with the Kushina of her dream the night before than the one in her fantasies.
Next to her, Hitomi held her bowl delicately, sipping the broth in elegant movements. But her eyes flicked toward the redhead every few moments. Her thoughts weren't so restrained. She'd caught it too, the rising hem of that skirt that clung tight to shapely thighs now fully exposed as Kushina perched slightly forward on her stool, legs crossed just enough to tempt. She looked so different from morning looking at her even Hitomi, the ever-measured Hyuga, felt the warmth between her own thighs subtly awaken.
'She's doing this on purpose,' Hitomi mused, watching the way Kushina leaned just a little more into her elbows, causing her chest to arch subtly forward. 'Its like she is experimenting, but what happened in the office today ?'
And then there was Teuchi.
From his side of the counter, the elderly ramen chef was doing his best to maintain composure. But every time he turned to refill a bowl or check the stock, his gaze was drawn back like a magnet to the exposed line of skin between Kushina's skirt and blouse. Her cleavage soft and faintly shadowed curved upward from the low dip of her shirt, framed perfectly by the long braid that swayed every time she turned her head. Her thighs, pale and smooth, peeked out boldly from beneath the folded edge of her skirt, which had ridden higher the moment she took her seat.
He adjusted his hat again. Then again. Then cleared his throat unnecessarily as he felt a guilty stirring inside his pants, while thanking his teenage daughter Ayame for not being with him that day, and reproaching him for his unseemly behavior.
He had known Kushina since she was a little older girl than Karin was now. He couldn't help but feel like some kind of dirty old man as he now couldn't help but fleetingly glance at her ample cleavage and the bare skin of her legs. 'Calm down Teuchi, just concentrate on the ramen. Kushina is a married woman and she's here with her children. As attractive as she is you shouldn't look... ugh, but for that very reason she shouldn't dress that way in the first place. Is so... so... hard to ignore. Why she has to use something that goes so well with her' He was thinking about a small internal conflict around the redhead and whose fault it was if he looked at her.
The clone noticed. Of course she did. Smiling with a predatory grace
She leaned slightly, her breasts jiggling softly, and she leaned more just enough to retrieve a dropped napkin from her lap, sending the wrap of her skirt sliding another inch up her thigh. Her voice floated over the steam.
"Teuchi-san, your miso broth really is the best in the village," she purred, her lips curling into that familiar smirk. "Maybe even worthy of a diplomatic mission."
Teuchi let out a polite chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Always a pleasure to serve the Hokage's family."
Beside her, Mikoto blinked and stunned. Was she flirting with Teuchi? Or just playing a dangerous game of how far she could go before someone cracked?
Hitomi leaned closer to Mikoto, her voice low. "She's not going to stop, Is she drunk or high on something?"
Mikoto's answer came with a slow exhale. "No. She's not. And I don't know but i'll find out what's gotten into her "
When the last bowl was emptied and the chopsticks were set down and all the occupants stood up, Ko appeared, the Hyuga guardian for Hitomi's children especially Hinata.
"Hinata-sama. Neji-sama. Time to return."
Hinata's shoulders stiffened. "But…" she eyed Kushina and then her mother
"No protests," Ko said calmly.
Naruto jumped up. "Come on, blind girl! Don't run away again like a coward!"
"I am not running," she snapped, though the heat in her cheeks said otherwise.
Neji glared. "You'll address her with more respect, Uzumaki."
"Whatever!" Naruto folded his arms. "Coward's still a coward."
As Hinata was led away, clearly frustrated, her steps hesitant and her head turning once more toward Naruto's taunting scowl, Mikoto casually dusted her hands off and stepped forward, posture graceful, composed as always.
"Well, shall we?" she said with a lightness in her voice that didn't match the heat still lingering behind her eyes.
Karin perked up, glancing between Mikoto and Kushina with suspicion, while Naruto blinked at Mikoto's sudden shift in tone.
"You're inviting us to the Uchiha compound?" the clone asked, arching a playful eyebrow.
Mikoto's lips curved, just slightly. "I am. It's been a while since you've been inside."
The clone leaned in slightly, just enough for her voice to slip beneath the sound of the wind brushing past the ramen stand's curtain.
"So you want revenge for the teasing, huh?" she whispered, her voice sultry, eyes glinting with mischief.
Mikoto didn't blink. Her smile remained sharp, controlled, but a small blush betrayed her cool exterior.
"Maybe I do," she replied softly, turning away before her composure slipped further.
Kushina's clone chuckled, the sound low in her throat as she brushed her braid back over her shoulder. Her fingers lingered at her neck a moment longer than necessary.
"Lead the way, Mikoto-chan."
And so, with the remaining kids and adults in tow, they began their walk toward the Uchiha compound. The cobbled paths grew quieter as they moved into the statelier part of Konoha. Clone Kushina walked near the front, her hips swaying with just a bit more exaggeration than usual.
She noticed it immediately in the eyes.
Civilian men paused to gawk. A few shinobi, off-duty or posted near rooftops, gave her a second and third glance. It wasn't her rank that drew their attention. It was the way the skirt hugged her hips, the faint outline of toned legs through its slit, the way her braid swung like a pendulum. And perhaps more than that, the confident smile that said she knew exactly what effect she was having.
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As the Naruto, Sasuke, Karin, Mikoto, Hitomi, and the clone Kushina passed through the streets of Konoha, the kids ran ahead, blissfully unaware of the subtle tension and attention swirling around them.
The streets grew quieter as they transitioned from the bustling market and food stalls into the manicured, orderly lanes of the Uchiha sector. Slate tiles crunched faintly beneath their feet. Tall walls cast soft shadows over the path. Clone Kushina walked slightly ahead, her pace confident, her hips swaying with a distinct rhythm.
And it didn't go unnoticed.
A small group of older shopkeepers paused mid-discussion at their stalls.
"Wait, is that… Kushina-sama?"
"No doubt about it. Look at that hair and that strut!"
"She's never walked like that before… something's different."
"She's always been beautiful, but that outfit , it's almost indecent."
"Don't be jealous, Reika," one man chuckled. "If I looked half that good, I'd strut too."
Two off-duty shinobi lounging on a tiled rooftop above the district market shifted quickly.
"Yo, that's Kushina-sama, isn't it?"
"Damn… she's filling that blouse like a kunai pack ready to burst."
"Shhh, you'll get killed talking like that."
"I'd die happy."
Anko, Kurenai, and Yugao were seated at a quiet table near the open-air tea shop, sipping from delicate porcelain cups when a shift in the air and the unmistakable sway of red hair made all three turn toward the road.
Kurenai squinted slightly, the rim of her cup held just below her lips.
"That's Kushina-sama?" she murmured, her tone edged with uncertainty. "She's walking like she owns the entire village."
Anko gave a slow, appreciative whistle as she leaned back in her seat, one hand resting lazily behind her head.
"Of course she is. She's Deputy Hokage now and honestly, I'm into it. That outfit? She made serious changes since coming through T&I today around noon." Her grin widened. "You should've seen Ibiki's face. And I think he would die now if he sees this"
Yugao, seated more formally and half-shielded by her high collar, kept her gaze fixed on the redhead with narrowed eyes.
"She's not even hiding it," she said quietly. "Those pokies are clear as day, and she's walking like she wants them noticed."
Kurenai frowned slightly, brows knitting.
"It's… unexpected. Kushina-sama was never one to seek attention. Especially not like this. I'm sure thats not even real her "
Anko chuckled darkly. "People change, Kurenai. Or maybe they stop pretending. I mean, look at her. That's not modesty. That's intent."
Yugao's thoughts wandered to the scene from the capital. 'I thought I'd seen the last of this kind of thing when she walked the Daimyo down in the capital in those shorts and qipao… but this? This is different. She's radiating it.'
Anko tilted her head again, watching as Kushina passed a stunned squad of genin.
"Girl's on a mission. And she knows she's hot. Honestly, I say let her stir things up. The village has been too quiet lately."
But Kurenai still wasn't convinced. Her crimson eyes lingered on Kushina's figure, the sway of her hips, the amused smirk tugging at her lips.
"Still... she's never acted like this. It's not just bold, it's calculated. This is definitely her trying something. I can feel it."
Yugao nodded once. "And if it's calculated... There's always a reason. No way Kushina-sam would do walk like this without reason would it "
Little did they know, the changes were just beginning.
An elderly couple sitting beneath a veranda watched in silence. The wife sniffed disapprovingly.
"She should be more modest. Children might be watching."
The old man adjusted his spectacles. "Let them watch. Grace like that only comes once in a generation."
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Soon they reached Uchiha compound gates trailing just behind Kushina, Mikoto narrowed her eyes slightly, watching as one of the Uchiha guards on a distant wall nearly tripped while trying to turn discreetly.
"You're really laying it on today," she muttered under her breath.
The clone glanced back over her shoulder, flashing a smirk. "Blame the Uchiha girls," she said casually. "I heard they've been mimicking my walk lately. Figured I'd give them something refined to study."
Sure enough, as they entered the Uchiha compound, the reactions doubled. Some women looked her and whispered in subtle disapproval. Teen girls peeked from behind stone pillars and balcony railings, whispering in little clusters, eyes darting between the redhead's exaggerated sway and their own gaits as they subconsciously tried to mimic her.
One especially bold girl tried the sway in real time, giving a little hip roll and losing her balance in the process, stumbling into a pillar with a quiet yelp. Kushina caught it from the corner of her eye and smirked without stopping.
Mikoto flushed lightly, the side of her mouth twitching. "You're going to cause a scandal," she said, voice stiff but quiet.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Your clan could use a little loosening up."
Hitomi, walking beside Mikoto, gave her a sidelong glance. Her gaze drifted toward the redhead ahead, watching the hem of the skirt as it fluttered and lifted just slightly higher with exaggerated steps. The shine on Kushina's calves, the rhythmic sway of her braid, the confidence of her stride, it stirred something.
"She's not even trying to hide it," Hitomi said softly, not entirely disapproving.
"No," Mikoto admitted. "And she knows exactly what she's doing."
And indeed, from the second-story balconies and between the open slats of sliding doors, Uchihas peeked out looking at the bold redhead.
The Uchiha compound's roads were long and winding, shaded with tall sakura trees and neat black-tiled roofs. Clone Kushina took it all in the polished silence, the old families watching from behind sliding doors, the ever-present discipline. She didn't tone herself down. If anything, her skirt rode higher.
She didn't miss how many women turned to glance, not just men. Young wives, retired kunoichi, even some older girls… all watching the sway, the stride, the grin that belonged not to a noble diplomat but a warrior proud of her every curve.
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Meanwhile, young Uchiha girls peeked from behind wooden fences and second-story balconies.
"Look at her skirt, do you think that's the same cut we saw in the tailor shop?"
"She walks like she's dancing. Should we try it?"
"I already tried when I saw her earlier… I tripped twice and nearly fell into the koi pond."
"Still… she makes it look so powerful. I want to walk like that."
Even inside the Uchiha patrol station, a shinobi paused mid-report.
"Sorry, captain… just saw Deputy Hokage Kushina pass by."
"With a stride like that, she doesn't need bodyguards," the superior murmured. "The village would throw themselves in front of her just to lay a path."
A chunin in Military police whispered to a colleague as they both stood at attention near a training hall.
"She's got the clan women whispering and the men drooling."
"That's the kind of confidence that can overthrow daimyos."
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At the compound's inner gate, Mikoto turned to one of the guards standing stiff at attention. "Itsuki, take Sasuke, Naruto, and Karin to training ground B. Test their shuriken form and stamina drills. Make it rigorous."
The kids groaned in unison.
"Ehh? Why? We just got off from the academy!" Naruto complained.
"I was gonna walk with Kaa-chan!" he added with a huff.
"Go," the clone Kushina said calmly, raising one hand in a gesture of authority. "Training first. You'll thank me when you are older."
Karin crossed her arms but followed not before casting a curious glance at Kushina. She had noticed the odd behavior and revealing outfit on her aunt today. Frankly, she kind of liked it, but something felt off. She had sensed her chakra presence back at the Hokage Tower earlier from the Ramen stand. Was this her real aunt… or a clone? She couldn't be sure.
Sasuke gave no protest, though his pace was slower than usual. Naruto sulked as he turned to follow the others, dragging his feet and muttering under his breath.
Once the children were out of earshot, Mikoto stepped forward, her hand reaching out and grabbing the clone Kushina gently by the wrist. Her grip was firm, not enough to pull, but enough to direct.
"You're coming with me," she said, her voice low and unyielding.
"Lead on, Miko-to-chan" the clone murmured, her lips curling.
Hitomi followed behind, her stride measured, though her eyes kept flicking between the two in subtle amusement.
The Uchiha compound was beautiful in its austerity. Dark roof tiles gleamed softly under the late-day light. The gardens were immaculate, the stone paths swept and lined with cherry blossom trees just beginning to bloom.
She didn't tone herself down. If anything, her skirt had ridden another inch higher with each step. The sway of her hips, the quiet defiance in her walk stirred quiet murmurs from shadowed verandas. Some women narrowed their eyes. Others bit their lips.
Hitomi finally broke the silence, her voice just above a whisper. "You're being awfully daring now, Kushina. With all adherence about modesty in morning"
Kushina's smile sharpened. "Let them talk. I'm not the one pretending today."
By the time Mikoto pushed open the wooden door to her personal residence, the weight of their shared tension had wrapped around them like the spring air.
"Fugaku's gone for the day outside Konoha," Mikoto said plainly, not looking back. "And Itachi won't be back until evening."
"Oh? So I'm all yours?"
Mikoto didn't answer.
But the heat in her gaze said everything.
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Inside, Mikoto's personal residence was a reflection of her elegance like always. The inner chambers were modest yet refined, the walls lined with scroll cases and old clan tapestries, the floor covered in dark tatami mats that gave off a faint, warm cedar scent. Afternoon light filtered through paper windows, painting golden lines across the room.
But the destination wasn't just any chamber.
Mikoto guided them further, through a quiet adjoining hallway draped in dark violet curtains, past a lacquered screen bearing the Uchiha fan. The trio moved barefoot over smooth, cool wood until they reached a large double door marked by intricate red lacquer and gold leaf.
This was the matriarch's private quarters and the maternal bedroom. The space inside was grand like it was when Kushina had last visited. A wide canopy bed dominated the center, its posts carved with swirling flames and sakura motifs. Deep red silk sheets, embroidered with black and silver threads, were perfectly aligned over a thick futon mattress that promised both tradition and luxury. Sheer curtains of midnight tulle hung loosely from the top frame, giving the bed the aura of a private stage.
The walls were softer here, wrapped in dusky-hued rice paper instead of bare wood. Small lanterns hung in each corner, casting a golden glow that mingled with the late-day sunlight. At the far end of the room, a low table sat between two velvet floor cushions, and beside it, a set of lacquered drawers likely filled with heirloom silks, scrolls, or ceremonial combs.
There was a lingering scent of jasmine, crushed plum blossom. The silence between the women stretched like a taut string drawn back before release.
The clone Kushina stepped in first, the fabric of the lifted skirt with each step. She moved slowly, deliberately, her gaze flicking over the regal decor and decadent space. Mikoto's scent was stronger here.
Hitomi entered the room at last and closed the door gently behind her. There were no more spectators and no more need for pretense.
Kushina stepped forward with a sly smirk, her voice cool and taunting. "You seemed so disapproving outside, Mikoto. All that scowling, like I embarrassed you... But here you are. Breathing heavier than both of us. So, tell me, was it shame... or arousal?"
Mikoto's eyes darkened. Her lips parted with a retort that never came. Instead, she stepped forward, hand suddenly rising.
"You think this is a game?"
"Isn't it?" Kushina whispered back, eyes gleaming.
That was all it took. Mikoto lost the last thread of restraint. Her hand darted out, seizing Kushina by the jaw and kissing her hard, mouth pressed tight against the clone's lips. The force of it drew a gasp from the redhead, and in a blink, they were locked in a ravenous tangle, tongues clashing, teeth grazing. The air between them ignited.
Hitomi watched from the side, her smirk curling knowingly. "You were aroused by it, Mikoto," she murmured, her tone lilting, teasing. "Don't lie to yourself."
Then she stepped in closer, moving behind Kushina, her arms snaking around the redhead's torso.
Her hands cupped Kushina's breasts through the thin fabric of the shirt, fingers spreading across the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples beneath. She pressed closer, her breath warm against Kushina's ear.
"You damn minx. You really discarded your bra," Hitomi hissed. "What happened to you today? Such a dramatic change from morning what was it? Some drug from T&I? Or did a Yamanaka cast a mind-altering jutsu on you?"
Kushina groaned into Mikoto's mouth, as she felt Hitomi's hand kneading her breasts, Her tongue still wrestling, even as buttons popped from her shirt. Hitomi had moved faster now, pulling at the fabric with sharp, decisive movements until the blouse gave way. Even as one button flew off and bounced against a scroll rack.
"Damn, you tied it above too," Hitomi noted, eyes narrowing at the skirt waistband just around Kushina's navel.
Her hands moved to unhook it. The clone didn't stop her, if anything, she arched her hips slightly, offering no resistance, her Byakugan-eyed friend catching every deliberate movement. Kushina even shifted just enough to help the skirt slip free.
The fabric whispered down her hips, brushing over her curves, and fell around her ankles in a pool of black. She stood proud, mouth still entangled with Mikoto's, her shirt undone and hanging off her arms, her body fully bared from the waist down, No underwear. Her thighs parted slightly, and from between them, the gleam of arousal shone unmistakably.
Hitomi's eyes widened.
She gasped audibly at the sight of those rosy pale cheeks exposed, the folds slick and glistening faintly under the golden light. Her gaze flicked from Kushina's parted thighs to the damp sheen trailing lower.
Hitomi leaned in closer, her voice thick with disbelief and desire.
"No panties either? Kami, Kushina… you're soaked. Walking commando through the village, talking with kids so carefree, by log, you were really risking it all. Is this the real you, or have you always been like this? Is this some sort of prank ? What happened?" Hitomi rapidly asked , breath catching she couldn't understand this was so random and so out of character
"Did you lose a bet? Or just decide to walk around Konoha like bait?" she asked again
Finally, Kushina and Mikoto pulled apart both flushed, breathing heavily.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" the clone Kushina said with a smug tilt of her chin as turned to Hitomi.
Mikoto said nothing. She simply turned and reached for her own blouse.
Olive fabric whispered against skin. Her top came off first, then her bra, exposing full, pale breasts tipped in dark pink. Her skirt followed with a flutter, leaving her in deep indigo lace panties that quickly joined the rest on the floor. She walked backward to the bed, sitting on its edge, legs parted slightly, chin tilted. A matriarch invites not with command, but with gravity.
Hitomi followed suit. Her outer robe dropped, followed by the loose blouse beneath. She unhooked her Hyuga-style conservative white bra, revealing a taut, elegant frame beneath. Slender but strong. Her nipples stood proud in the cool air, and her lower half was bare, black pubic hair neatly trimmed, glistening faintly with growing arousal.
Kushina stepped toward the bed. Her thigh-high stockings remained on, giving her a look of wild elegance and sensual, untamed, and proud. The stockings clung tightly to her toned legs, emphasizing each step she took on the soft tatami mats. Mikoto reached for her, her fingers closing gently around Kushina's wrist, her touch both commanding and reverent.
Kushina climbed onto the bed with slow purpose, straddling Mikoto's lap, the warmth of their bare thighs mingling. Their breasts pressed together, nipples brushing and stiffening from contact, as their mouths met again in a kiss that was slower, deeper and driven more by hunger than heat now. Mikoto's hands slid along Kushina's waist, drawing her in as their bodies moved with synchronized urgency.
Hitomi joined them on the bed, knees sinking into the plush red sheets as she came up behind Kushina. Her hands were steady but bold, roaming the clone Kushina's sides before curving forward to cup her breasts again and this time with more pressure and force. The soft weight of Kushina's breasts filled her palms, the hardened nipples brushing her thumbs.
She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Kushina's ear before her tongue darted out, licking the lobe slowly, sensually. Kushina gasped aloud at the sensation, a full-body shudder coursing through her. The mix of Mikoto's kiss, Hitomi's groping, and the warm flick of a tongue at her ear left her trembling, her body arching slightly as if offering more.
Mikoto pulled back from the kiss, her breathing unsteady, eyes searching Kushina's flushed face. Then, without a word, she shifted and guided Kushina down beside her, their bodies still touching as skin slid over skin.
The bed creaked beneath them, a low groan echoing under their combined weight and rising heat.
Soon, Mikoto shifted, sliding her leg between Kushina's and guiding her into place. Their thighs crossed as Kushina's right thigh over Mikoto's left, and Mikoto's right sliding under hers until their slick pussies pressed directly against each other. The warmth of the contact drew twin gasps, one sharper, the other deeper, as they began to move, slowly at first, hips rocking in fluid rhythm.
Their bodies glistened, the red silk sheets wrinkling under their motions. Mikoto's hands grasped Kushina's hips with a possessive hunger, her fingers digging into soft skin. Kushina's moans grew louder, the clone's face flushed with pleasure, her breaths ragged.
Hitomi, now kneeling behind them, leaned in with eyes half-lidded and lips parted. She reached forward, her hands alternating with almost reverent rhythm kneading Mikoto's breasts in slow, firm strokes, then sliding down to squeeze Kushina's bouncing curves, thumbing their nipples in turn.
The tension mounted. Bodies strained. Their moans tangled into a rising harmony. Kushina's legs tightened; Mikoto's head fell back with a sharp gasp.
Just as the climax hovered on the brink.
'Damn it,' clone Kushina cursed internally, legs crossed tightly. 'Just as we were about to reach the good part.' as she felt the arousal taking away control and a burst of smoke erupted with a sudden puff and the pressure of clone Kushina's body vanished.
Hitomi fell forward slightly, her hands grasping empty air. Mikoto's thighs trembled, her climax lost in the jarring absence. The scent of sex still lingered.
"What...?!" Hitomi gasped, blinking into the haze.
Mikoto propped herself up on one elbow, chest heaving. "It was... a clone?"
Hitomi stared down at the fading curl of smoke. Her hand was still damp.
Mikoto whispered, more to herself than to anyone else, "Was that... really Kushina?"
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Inside the Hokage Tower, some miles away from the Uchiha compound, the original Kushina gasped sharply.
The sudden influx of memory with raw, vivid, and undeniably arousing sensations hit her like a punch to the gut. Her hands froze over the half-read trade report, quill slipping from her fingers, blotting ink across the parchment.
"What... what the hell did that clone do?" she breathed, her chest rising rapidly. She then heard naughty voice in head purring and laughing 'it was quite fun wasn't it'
Kushina had created the clone earlier with a single, innocent purpose: to pick up Naruto and Karin from the academy while she caught up on trade documentation from the smaller border villages. She had been alone in the office all afternoon. No ANBU stationed near her, as old-man had dragged them off for his own paranoid errands. He still hadn't shown his face to her since the morning fiasco. The sun had long passed its peak, the Hokage Tower bathed in amber light, and the warmth of day had begun to fade into the golden hush of early evening.
But now she sat frozen, mouth dry, face aflame as the memories spilled in.
The clone had deviated, far beyond what she expected. No, it had been taken over by her other self, just like the time the clone had during the spar with the old man. She received the memory of everything: discarding her underwear in the washroom, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt, and tying the skirt dangerously high.
'You... why did you do it?' she muttered to herself. She received only giggles from the naughty voice in response. She could feel the heat building between her folds now.
The commando walk through Konoha's streets. The flirtation with Ryouchi and the damn trio. The way villagers looked at her. How she had openly teased and taunted with suggestive poise. The skirt tied high. The blouse clinging. The lack of underwear. The knowing strut.
'Kami, what must they all think of me?!' Kushina clutched her face, shivering. 'Even Teuchi-san... he saw me like that...'
A visual returned in razor-sharp clarity: the clone leaning forward at the ramen stand, the top buttons undone, the hem of her skirt riding dangerously high. She remembered every sensation the clone had felt, the way the breeze had touched her folds, how her nipples had hardened beneath the thin blouse with no bra.
Then the memory is intertwined with another. She recalled the walk through the capital in the Hotsprings Country with the Daimyo. The white hotpants clinging to her curves, paired with the tight qipao. The fabric pressed tightly against her hips, her breasts bouncing subtly with every step. Her nipples were stiff beneath the fitted material, and her folds had ground constantly against the confining shorts with every stride.
She had walked through a crowded festival alongside the man, past nobles, diplomats, merchants, civilians, and retainers while her body pulsed with a controlled arousal and an ever-present tension. Every eye had followed her. Every step had been torture and thrill.
And now the clone had mimicked that same walk but here, in her own village, in front of her own people. Worse still, she had worn a skirt.
'By log, I hope no one saw anything,' she thought, mortified.
'And that damned Baicho... I encouraged him... I smirked at him.'
As if responding to her turmoil, a sultry voice stirred inside her mind.
"See? It was exciting, wasn't it? Even more thrilling here, in our village...not some distant hotspring town."
Kushina winced. That voice. Her deviant naughty inner self. The part she'd buried under years of discipline and diplomacy.
"You shut up," snapped her moral voice, crisp and sharp. "You've ruined our dignity. Our reputation."
"Ruined? Please. I enhanced it," the naughty voice drawled. "Don't pretend you didn't love how the air kissed our pussy while we talked to everyone like nothing was wrong."
The memory flashed again... Tsume sniffing the air, the way she'd smirked knowingly. The snide yet admiring glances from shopkeepers and shinobi. Hitomi's look of disbelief. Mikoto's eyes devouring her.
Her thighs clenched instinctively.
"Stop it!" her moral voice yelled again. "You exposed us! You nearly let everyone see.... but also a child see...!"
"And you enjoyed it," the naughty voice interrupted smoothly. "You felt it just now. The arousal. The heat. You're soaked, aren't you? Sitting there in the Hokage chair, folds warm and throbbing. Come on, don't lie to yourself, it was exciting wasn't it ?"
Kushina groaned, burying her face in her hands.
She was soaked.
"We were alone all day. No one was nearby. Just you... and all this delicious tension," the deviant voice purred.
"Don't... please," the moral voice tried again. "We're better than this. We don't give in to baser urges."
But the naughty voice pressed on.
"You liked it. Strutting through the village. Teuchi's eyes. The whispers. Mikoto's breath on your lips. Hitomi's fingers on our breasts. The way Mikoto moaned, grinding against us. The way we leaked with every movement."
Kushina trembled, caught in the pull of that memory... the last scene, the scissoring rhythm, their slits slick and rubbing, the soft cries, Hitomi kneading her breasts and nipples like dough.
and then, nothing. The clone vanished just before release.
She growled in frustration. Her hand slid down her thigh involuntarily.
The moral voice was a whisper now. Weak.
"No... you can resist. Don't give in..."
"We're in the Hokage Tower. Alone today. No ANBU. No old-man. No one to walk in. Come on... This is a golden opportunity" the naughty voice coaxed. "You've never done it here. Don't you want to know how it feels to get a release in your office chair?"
Kushina looked around. She activated Mind's Eye of the Kagura. Nothing. No chakra nearby. Only a few chunin in the hallway. She sensed Mikoto and Hitomi still in the Uchiha residence. Naruto, Sasuke, and Karin with them. Hiruzen's chakra signature still somewhere near the mission records vault.
She let out a slow, trembling breath.
"Come on... we're better than this," the moral voice said or at least tried to say, its tone strained and brittle.
The naughty voice pressed closer, sultry and smug. "Don't lie to yourself. We liked it, didn't we? Walking through the village with everyone watching. The thrill of being seen. And Teuchi... oh, poor old Teuchi, he's just a man after all. You knew he'd look, just like Motono-san did."
"You forced him to look!" the moral voice snapped, louder now but losing strength.
Kushina stayed silent. Between the sharp mental back-and-forth, she couldn't deny the truth. She had liked it. The way Teuchi had blushed and stumbled over his words. The way Ryouchi's mouth had gone dry. The way Baicho had stared and couldn't hide his growing arousal and from earlier how Motono, the ambassador, had looked at her differently that morning when she teased him during the diplomatic brief.
She was flushed, her breath quick. The memory was getting stronger, more vivid. The slick heat between her legs surged again, unmistakable.
"I... it's... just a bodily reaction," the moral voice stammered, now faltering. "It's only because of... what you did..."
"See? Even she agrees," the naughty voice purred, triumphant. "And no one is here. No one's watching. You're all alone in this grand, powerful office. It's just us now... you can do anything you want come on so some excitement ." "Just once," she whispered. "Just to take the edge off."
"Yeah thats my girl" The naughty voice purred
She reached over and pulled Minato's framed photo toward her, placing it at the center of the desk.
"Help me, Minato..."
Her heart pounded. She stood, fingers trembling as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. Her translucent panties were already damp, clinging to her skin, and she slipped them down to her knees. She stood there for a moment, breathing hard, legs shaking.
Then her hand moved. Down. In. Her fingers parted her slick folds, finding her aching, swollen clit with a trembling precision that sent sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.
The breath she exhaled wasn't one of shame....it was liberation. Her back arched subtly, hips shifting in her seat as the sensation deepened.
With Minato's picture framed squarely before her, his calm smile etched in glass, Kushina leaned back against the Hokage chair. Her legs fell open farther. The soft fabric of her hiked skirt bunched around her waist, panties drooping loose at one knee. She could feel the coolness of the leather against the back of her thighs, contrasting sharply with the fevered heat building between them.
She circled her clit in slow, torturous loops at first, her breath shuddering, biting her lower lip to silence the growing moans. She was trying to think of her husband, but the image of the clone, her clone, were too insistent....strutting brazenly down the village road played on repeat in her head. Her fingers did not stop with those images, but rather accelerated.
Teuchi's flustered face. Ryouchi's stunned silence. Tsume's nostrils flaring. Mikoto's smirk. Hitomi's bold fingers.
Her hips rocked forward involuntarily.
"Ahhh... M-Minato..." she breathed, eyes fluttering closed, the edge of her palm brushing her nipple through the blouse as she began to squirm beneath her own hand. Her inner walls clenched uselessly, crying out for the phantom memory of Mikoto's thigh pressed against hers, Hitomi's mouth on her chest, the rhythmic rub of slick folds against slick folds.
She didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Her fingers dipped downward, slipping through the dripping heat between her folds, teasing her entrance before returning to her clit with firmer strokes now.
"Haaa... log... that clone... I felt everything..." she whimpered, her voice breathy and broken.
She looked again at Minato's photo, her lips parted around a half-formed apology. "I...I'm sorry, love, I just... I can't stop now... I need you... Mina-koi"
Her free hand gripped the edge of the chair arm as the other moved faster, wetter. She could feel her slick coating her fingers, trailing down her inner thigh. Her thighs tensed, toes curling into the floor. The heat kept growing....thick, oppressive, intoxicating.
"Nnnngh… Minato... Mikoto...ahh" she groaned, each name tumbling from her lips like a confession.
Her hips bucked as her fingers worked in tandem now....one teasing her entrance with deep, curling thrusts, the other circling her clit in frantic rhythm. Her body twisted slightly in the chair, the leather creaking beneath her.
And with every stroke, the clone's memories grew clearer. The way the cool air had whispered beneath the skirt. The breeze licking her folds as she walked. The scent of arousal that followed her like a trail. The burning glances. The adrenaline of danger. The forbidden thrill.
Her moans grew louder, breath raspier. "Aah....yes...please... yes...."
The coil inside her snapped tighter, drawn to breaking.
She pictured it. That moment in Mikoto's bedroom. The scissoring pressure. The leaking heat. Hitomi's hands roaming freely. Their breasts brushing. Kushina's own thighs trembling as her clone reached the cusp before vanishing.
"So close..." she gasped. "I'm... ngh!"
She bucked into her own hand.
And finally, with a choked cry, her climax hit. Hard. Shuddering. Her whole body convulsed, legs trembling, vision blurred. Her fingers didn't stop immediately, still coaxing wave after wave from her pulsing center as she sagged back into the chair.
"A-Ahhh... ahh kami..." she whimpered, voice hoarse.
She collapsed against the backrest, chest heaving, sweat prickling across her brow. Her hands slipped from between her legs, fingers soaked and shaking.
Minato's picture still stared forward and serene, unaware.
And Kushina, blushing furiously, whispered between shallow breaths, "I think... I need to make sure not use shadow clones from now on so casually..."
She could hear her naughty self laughing, 'Spoilsport... but I'll find another way.'
Just as she muttered that final word, the doors to the Hokage's office swung open.
Kushina was thunderstruck.
Caught completely off-guard, her breath hitched violently. Her face was flushed crimson, chest heaving, skirt still hiked around her waist, panties dangling around her knees. Her back arched awkwardly against the chair, which now bore the damp evidence of her recent release. Even the floor beneath her shimmered with a few droplets of slick moisture.
With a desperate burst of instinct, she yanked her chair forward, scooting herself back toward the desk, letting the heavy wooden surface shield her exposed lower half.
Her eyes went wide in horror.
Standing in the doorway were Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shikaku Nara, mid-conversation, both puffing casually Hiruzen with his pipe, and Shikaku with a half-burnt cigar.
"Oh, Kushina...you're still here," Hiruzen said, his voice tinged with casual surprise. He had thought she would have left . He hoped she had forgotten about morning.
Both men took a moment to notice her.
And then they noticed her, really noticed her. The way her skin glowed red from face to collarbone, the subtle sheen of sweat at her temple, the restless shifting of her seat. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, knuckles white.
Hiruzen blinked. Shikaku's eyes narrowed.
There was a long beat of silence.
In both men's minds, instinct flared with suspicion. The signs were obvious. Too obvious. Their inner voices whispered a dozen possibilities.
Had she... been doing what it looked like she'd been doing?
Shikaku, ever the strategist, calculated every clue in a flash, the messed hair, the heavy breathing, the slight tremor in her limbs. But then he blinked hard, looking away.
'No. No way. Not Kushina. She wouldn't do that... here. Would she?'
Hiruzen, puffing calmly on his pipe, kept his expression unreadable. He'd seen a lot in his years. And part of him, perhaps the old perverted fool still lingering inside hoped it was what he imagined. But even then, he dismissed the idea just as quickly.
'Impossible', he thought. Unthinkable. Still... his eyes trailed for just a half-second toward her chair, noting the oddly tense placement, and the slight sheen of sweat on her brow.
They said nothing of it.
"You look a bit... under the weather," Shikaku offered diplomatically, raising an eyebrow.
Kushina, forcing composure into her voice, let out a hoarse, nervous laugh.
"Ah...yes! Sorry, I just... dropped some ink earlier. Was cleaning up before it stained the report."
Hiruzen exhaled a slow puff of smoke.
"Well, don't let paperwork eat your whole evening. We won't take much of your time."
And just like that, the moment passed. But Kushina remained frozen, legs still trembling beneath the desk, thighs slick, her mind screaming in silent mortification.
Both men seated themselves on the other side.
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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Suppose you have any plot that can be added to Training, the redhead. Do let me know.
I have started posting some pictures and renders related to the story on pixiv, Deviantart, and Twitter. The username is the same, "MrVectorPath." If I have time, I will try to turn this into a visual novel, if you would like to help me, do join me on discord.
I also have made P-a-t-r-e-o-n under the same username where I post high-resolution and Nsfw versions of some pictures. It's not required to support it, but if you are interested, it's there.
Currently, there are no tiers for fanfiction as of now, but I will add if people are interested and maybe give out advanced chapters and include some scenes from the supporters.
Please comment/Review. Do post what you liked and What you didn't.
I would love to hear from you.
Suppose you have any questions or suggestions regarding the plot. I would be happy to answer them, and if tips are leaning to story design, I would definitely try to include them. Kindly do post in review.
Again if you want to join my discord server, feel free to join here. You can join my discord server (Sublime Vectors)
Server invite code: N8bhcKVXd5
Until next time!!
MrVectorPath Out!!