The mid-morning sunlight poured through the expansive windows of the Hokage's office, illuminating the room in a soft, golden haze that danced across the ornate wooden desk piled high with scrolls, reports, and decrees.
The air was warm, carrying a subtle undercurrent of jasmine from the incense burner in the corner—a scent Minato adored for its calming yet subtly arousing qualities, evoking hidden desires and forbidden liaisons.
Nico Robin approached the door with a deliberate sway in her hips, her body a symphony of sensuality honed from years of adventure and now dedicated to pleasure.
She wore a tight black pencil skirt that clung to her like a lover's embrace, molding to the generous curves of her wide hips and full, heart-shaped ass that jiggled enticingly with each step.
The skirt was scandalously short, ending mid-thigh and revealing the long, toned expanse of her olive-skinned legs, smooth and inviting, begging to be caressed. Beneath her crisp white blouse, partially unbuttoned to tease a glimpse of cleavage, was a delicate white lace bra adorned with intricate butterfly designs fluttering across the cups.
The lace was sheer, almost translucent, allowing the dark outlines of her erect nipples to peek through, her massive DD breasts straining against the fabric, heaving with every breath as if alive with their own hunger. The butterflies symbolized freedom and transformation—fitting for how Minato had reshaped her world into one of endless ecstasy.
Robin pushed the door open with confidence, her dark eyes scanning the room until they landed on Mikasa Ackerman, seated at her auxiliary desk.
Mikasa was a striking contrast: her body a testament to disciplined power and raw femininity, with an athletic frame sculpted from battles and training. Her black skirt was longer, knee-length for a touch of modesty, but it hugged her thick, muscular thighs and pert, round ass that promised unyielding strength beneath its plush softness.
On top, she wore only a black lace bra with the same butterfly motifs, the dark fabric contrasting
beautifully against her pale skin.
Her C-cup breasts were firm and perky, the lace cups lifting them into perfect orbs that jiggled subtly with her movements, her nipples hardening into visible peaks under the sheer material, dark and inviting like ripe berries waiting to be plucked.
Her short black hair framed her sharp, elegant features—high cheekbones, full lips parted in surprise, and piercing gray eyes that widened as she registered the intruder.
Mikasa's abs were subtly defined, a hint of her warrior heritage, and her overall presence exuded a mix of nobility and feral sensuality, like a panther in silk.
Expecting Minato's return, Mikasa's hand instinctively flew to cover her exposed cleavage, her arms crossing over her chest in a futile attempt to shield her vulnerability.
The motion only accentuated the swell of her breasts, pushing them up further, the lace straining.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, her voice a husky blend of authority and intrigue, laced with a subtle tremor of arousal from the unexpected interruption. "This office is restricted. No one enters without the Hokage's permission. State your business, or I'll have to escort you out—personally."
Robin closed the door with a soft, deliberate click, her lips curving into a seductive smile that promised secrets and sins. She sauntered closer, her heels clicking like a siren's call, her skirt riding up just enough to flash more thigh.
The air between them thickened, charged with an electric lust that made Robin's pussy tingle faintly, her juices beginning to dampen her panties.
Mikasa was exquisite—strong yet feminine, her body begging to be explored, conquered. "Easy there, beautiful," Robin purred, her voice low and velvety, dripping with honeyed temptation.
"I'm Nico Robin, and Minato sent me himself. He mentioned you'd be here, Mikasa—his fierce, devoted secretary. No need to hide that gorgeous body from me. We'll be working side by side… and pleasing him together. In every way imaginable. Why cover up when I'll soon be touching every inch of you?"
Mikasa's arms hesitated, then lowered slowly, revealing her bra-clad torso in full glory. Her nipples poked insistently against the lace, betraying her growing arousal. The thought of sharing Minato with this voluptuous stranger sent a thrill through her core, her clit throbbing faintly as she imagined their bodies entwined.
Robin was a goddess—her olive skin flawless, her curves generous and hypnotic, those massive tits threatening to spill from the white bra, the butterflies dancing like invitations to sin. Lust bloomed in Mikasa's chest; she wanted to bury her face in those soft mounds, feel their weight in her hands.
"Minato sent you? As another secretary?" Mikasa replied, her tone shifting to one of cautious excitement, her eyes raking over Robin's form with undisguised hunger. "That's… intriguing. He's always had an eye for beauty, but you? You're a masterpiece—elegant like a noble queen, yet so damn seductive. That white blouse clings to you like it's jealous of your skin. And those legs… they go on forever. Serving him together? I won't lie, the idea makes me wet just thinking about it."
Robin laughed softly, a sound like silk sliding over skin, stepping even closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. The heat radiating from Mikasa was intoxicating, her scent a mix of clean sweat and subtle femininity that made Robin's nipples harden further, tenting the white lace.
She reached out, her fingers tracing a feather-light path along Mikasa's arm, feeling the goosebumps rise.
"Oh, you're one to talk, Mikasa. Look at you— that black bra hugs your perky tits so perfectly, those butterflies teasing me like they're fluttering right over your hard nipples. Your body is a weapon of desire: those thick thighs I want to straddle, that ass so firm and round, begging for a squeeze. And your abs… gods, I could lick every ridge. But tell me, why only the bra? Is this Minato's wicked little dress code?"
Mikasa shivered at the touch, her pussy clenching as a fresh wave of wetness soaked her panties.
Robin's proximity was maddening—her full lips so close, her massive breasts brushing lightly against Mikasa's arm, the white lace contrasting erotically with her own black. She wanted to rip that skirt off, taste the sweetness between those thighs.
"Yes, it's his rule," Mikasa breathed, her voice husky with need.
"Secretaries go topless except for these bras—keeps us ready for him, accessible. It started as a command, but now? It feels liberating, empowering. Makes me feel like his personal slut, dripping for his touch."
Robin's eyes sparkled with mischief as she hooked her fingers under the hem of her blouse, peeling it off slowly, teasingly, letting the fabric whisper against her skin.
The blouse fell away, revealing her white butterfly bra in all its glory— the lace so delicate it was nearly see-through, her dark areolas visible beneath, her DD breasts bouncing free, heavy and pendulous, swaying hypnotically.
Her nipples were thick and erect, poking like invitations through the material.
"Then I must follow suit," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "Can't disappoint on day one. What do you think? Does it match your black one well? Minato loves these designs—says they remind him of how we flutter under his command."
Mikasa's throat went dry, her eyes devouring Robin's exposed form. She gulped audibly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as lust surged through her.
Those tits were magnificent—full, soft, with a natural sag that made them look even more fuckable, jiggling with every breath. She imagined sucking on those nipples, feeling them harden in her mouth while Minato watched.
"It's… perfect," Mikasa stammered, her hand itching to reach out. "The white makes your skin glow, and those butterflies dance over your huge boobs like they're alive. You're so voluptuous, so tempting—I want to grab them, feel how soft they are against my palms. You're making my clit ache just looking at you."
Robin closed the gap, their bra-clad breasts brushing together, the lace scraping erotically, sending sparks of pleasure through both women. Robin's hand slid to Mikasa's hip, thumb circling teasingly over the skirt's fabric.
"Don't hold back, darling. You'll see me naked soon—spread wide for Minato, my pussy dripping as you watch. Imagine us together: your strong hands on my tits, squeezing while he fucks us both, our moans mingling." She leaned in, her breath hot against Mikasa's ear.
"I'll love touching you too—those firm boobs, so perky and responsive, that thick ass I want to spank red. Your body's so powerful, so lush… we'll grind together, sweat-slicked, as he pounds us senseless."
Mikasa moaned softly, her body arching into the contact, her nipples scraping against Robin's through the lace. The vision consumed her: their breasts pressed flat, nipples rubbing, pussies grinding as Minato alternated thrusts, his thick cock stretching them, cum dripping down their thighs.
"Fuck, yes," she whispered, her hand finally daring to trace Robin's waist. "I'd worship your body—suck those fat nipples, finger your wet cunt while he watches. Our curves meshing, boobs bouncing together… it's going to be heaven. You're turning me on so much; I can feel my juices soaking through."
Pulling back slightly, Robin's gaze fell on Mikasa's ring. "That ring—married? To someone who shares you?"
Mikasa nodded, her fingers lingering on Robin's skin. "Yes, to Eren—a loving husband. We have an open arrangement. He fucks whoever he wants; it doesn't faze me. I used to too—my sex drive is insatiable, stamina that left him exhausted. I'd ride other men all night, craving that deep, relentless pounding. But this job? Minato demanded exclusivity, and I crave it now. His cock is massive, veined, hitting my G-spot until I squirt. He fucks like a beast—endless, rough, filling me with hot cum. No one else satisfies like that; it's euphoric, addictive."
Robin shivered, her pussy throbbing at the description. "I'm married too, but to a worthless old noble—fat, greedy for power, useless in bed. Quick pumps and done, leaving me frustrated and dry. But Minato… oh, you know. That thick shaft stretching me wide, pounding until I scream, his cum flooding me. Indescribable bliss."
"Precisely," Mikasa agreed, her hand sliding lower to Robin's thigh. "The way he dominates, makes you beg… pure ecstasy."
Robin grinned wickedly. "But work calls—Minato's away on business. Let's tackle this paperwork." She moved to the desk, but not before delivering a firm, playful slap to Mikasa's ass, her palm connecting with the plump cheek, feeling it jiggle under the skirt. She squeezed, kneading the flesh teasingly.
Mikasa gasped, a moan escaping as heat flooded her core. "You tease," she purred, rubbing the spot but pressing back into Robin's hand. "I love it—do it again later. For now, let's work… but don't think I won't retaliate."
They settled in, thighs brushing under the desk, the air humming with lust. As they sorted documents, teasing touches continued: Robin's foot sliding up Mikasa's calf, Mikasa's fingers "accidentally" grazing Robin's breast.
Whispers flowed: "Your ass felt so good under my hand—can't wait to bite it." "And your tits… I'd milk them while Minato fucks you." The tension built, pussies aching, nipples hard, until the office reeked of their shared desire, a prelude to the threesome awaiting Minato's return.
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