"Hokage-sama, it's almost lunch break."
Shizune also put down the files and looked at Aoba, who was working with his head lowered, with a smile in her eyes.
"..."
No doubt about it, the moment she said "Hokage-sama," the other two people in the room fell silent.
"Why does Hokage-sama sound so weird," Aoba said helplessly.
"Then… how about Lord Aoba?", Shizune tilted her head, tapped her chin with a finger, and asked teasingly.
"I wouldn't mind if Shizune-nee called me that at night."
Seeing Shizune still teasing him, Aoba rolled his eyes and teased her back.
"Uh…"
Thin-skinned Shizune immediately blushed when she heard his counterattack.
After shooting him an annoyed look, she stopped joking.
"Alright, Aoba, what do you want for lunch? I'll go get it."
She did not object.
"For lunch, the same as usual is fine."
Aoba could not help but smile when he saw how shy she was.
"And Lady Tsunade, same for you?", Shizune looked at Tsunade again.
"Mm," Tsunade nodded. It was so cold outside and it was snowing, so she did not want to go out.
"Okay, I'll be back soon," After getting their answers, Shizune got up and walked out.
Only Aoba and Tsunade were left in the office.
Tsunade, who had been sitting on the sofa reading magazines all morning, put down the magazine in her hands, braced her hands on her lower back, and lazily stretched.
"Mm, sitting this long, even my waist is getting tired."
It proved that even if you just sit still, you get tired after a long time.
But this simple movement was extremely shocking to anyone watching.
Her mature, full, explosive curves made Aoba's eyes dart over them hard despite himself.
Tsunade noticed his gaze, turned her body, crossed her long legs wrapped in black stockings, and said in a teasing tone, "What? Shizune just walked out and you already can't hold it in?"
"..."
Aoba silently stood up. His eyes lingered on that seductive face for a moment, then dropped to the pair of crossed black silk legs.
"Sensei, can I use your lap as a pillow?"
"Hm?"
His answer made Tsunade freeze. This was not quite what she had imagined.
With this brat's usual personality, when she did that he would have already pounced on her. Today he was actually holding back?
'This brat…'
"Sensei doesn't want to?", A look of disappointment immediately appeared on Aoba's face.
"I do, I do. Come over," Seeing him like that, Tsunade could not help rolling her eyes. She uncrossed her legs and set them side by side.
A smile immediately spread on Aoba's face. He walked over to the sofa and lay down on his side, resting his head on Tsunade's black silk thighs, facing her flat stomach.
He closed his eyes comfortably, and a faint, elegant fragrance lingered around his nose.
"Just the lap pillow is enough?", Seeing him really just lie there comfortably without moving at all, Tsunade could not help asking again.
"Mm! I looked at so many documents today, my head hurts a bit. If possible, could Sensei help me massage it too?", Aoba wanted to turn his head to see Tsunade's expression, but found his view completely blocked by two mountains, so he simply kept facing the wall in quiet reflection.
"..."
Tsunade pressed her lips together. After frowning and thinking for a bit, she still reached out and started massaging his head.
'Let's see what this brat is up to.'
But not long after, she sensed something was not right.
As a ninja, her perception was sharp. She could clearly feel the warm air Aoba was breathing out.
Even through several layers of clothing, it still made her feel uncomfortable.
There was a bit of warmth.
'This brat, could he be doing it on purpose?'
But seeing Aoba breathing steadily, as if he had already fallen asleep, the look in Tsunade's eyes became more dangerous.
'Is he playing hard to get with me?'
Slowly, about ten minutes later, Aoba, who had been enjoying himself with a relaxed face, suddenly opened his eyes.
Then he sat up abruptly and said with a bit of a grimace, "Sensei, this part doesn't need it, right?"
"Heh! Playing hard to get pretty well. If you could behave yourself here too, I really wouldn't have noticed."
"But you really did succeed!"
Tsunade narrowed her eyes, increased the strength in her hands, and said coldly.
"Brat, you're dead!"
As soon as the words fell, a dangerous smile appeared on her face.
The black women's suit jacket fell to the floor, then Aoba saw Tsunade's most "ferocious" side, nearly drowning in rolling waves.
.
.
.
But when everything was over, Tsunade was like a little cat, unwilling and weakly lying in Aoba's arms.
After resting for a long while, she finally said softly, "I know you were worried that that girl Shizune would feel uncomfortable. Don't worry, I'll leave the space to you two this afternoon."
She had wanted to teach this brat a lesson, but now even with using the Yin Seal she was completely no match for him.
She was a bit tired now too and just wanted to go take a shower and sleep.
"Ahem! Actually if Sensei wants to stay here, that's fine too."
Aoba's eyes subconsciously fell on Tsunade's skin, whiter and more delicate than her shirt, and he could not help holding her tighter.
"In your dreams!"
Tsunade immediately kicked him and said angrily, "You really want Shizune to see me in that embarrassing state just now?"
"Then you would get to see Shizune-nee in an embarrassing state too," Aoba muttered.
"How is that the same?"
Tsunade could not help reaching out and pinching his waist, "I am the Sensei, after all… mm!"
Seeing this, Aoba did not say anything more and simply sealed her soft lips with his.
Tsunade loosened her hand, and the fire she had just put out faintly showed signs of flaring up again.
But a few minutes later she still came back to her senses and pushed him away.
She really could not take any more now.
"Alright, hurry up and take down this space, I'm hungry."
"Alright."
Aoba did not say anything else. The sealed-off space quickly shrank, and time in the office resumed flowing.
"I'm going to wipe myself down. When Shizune comes back, call me."
"Okay."
Aoba replied.
But Tsunade had already picked up the clothes on the floor and gone into the bathroom.
Just after he finished putting his clothes back on, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Aoba called out, but the person outside did not open it and kept knocking.
"Hm?"
He sensed it in confusion, then stood up helplessly and opened the door.
Sure enough, no one was there. Before he could turn his head—
"Aoba-nii!", Hanabi, holding something behind her back, suddenly jumped out from the side.
Aoba glanced at her and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"
"Why didn't I scare you?", Hanabi pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Hehe!"
Aoba smiled and reached out to pinch her cheek, "I already noticed you while you were still in the office."
"Then since Aoba-nii already noticed, couldn't you pretend to be scared by me?", Hanabi put her hands on her hips.
"Then do you want to try it again?"
Aoba started rubbing her head.
"Forget it, it's not fun anymore."
Hanabi puffed up her cheeks, but soon she wrinkled her nose and sniffed lightly.
"Aoba-nii, why do your hands have a weird smell?"
"..."
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