"What is it?" Samui paused, using the opportunity to recover her stamina.
"It's about me getting married." Shinho suddenly winced.
Because upon hearing those words, Samui's mind wavered, and her pupils instinctively constricted, reflecting on her body.
"You're in the plan too." Seeing her reaction, Shinho continued to drop another bombshell.
"...?!" Samui's eyes widened, her body trembling, refleciting even more on how her muscle tightened.
Shinho thought to himself, just as expected.
Her reaction brought him already stimulated meber even more stimulation. It was an entirely new experience.
"What do you think?" Shinho buried his face in her chest, asking in a muffled voice.
"Thank you, Lord Hokage!" Samui instinctively hugged his head, saying.
Although Shinho had mentioned letting her move to the inner palace a while ago, she had never thought about marriage.
After all, she was a ninja from Kumogakure.
And in essence, she was a prisoner of war after their defeat.
Becoming a Hokage secretary was already an unexpected surprise, and now she even had the chance to become the Hokage's wife.
Even if it wasn't the official, primary wife, it was still an incredible delight.
"Nothing to thank me for," Shinho said, gently stroking the black stockings on her plump thighs.
He caught a rich fragrance.
Before him was her rounded skin, faintly glistening with a layer of sweat.
"Let's get back to work," Shinho said, lifting his head casually.
"Yes!" Samui took a deep breath.
Shinho leaned back slowly, resting against the Hokage seat, then quietly admired her focused work.
Even though she was drenched in sweat, it couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.
Strands of golden hair stuck together, her body leaning forward, her rapid breathing swaying like a chandelier on the ceiling.
After a long while, Samui closed the file, a look of relief on her face.
"Good work, Samui," Shinho said, satisfied.
Samui collapsed into his arms, too tired to move a finger, and didn't respond.
Sunlight from outside the window spilled into the Hokage's office.
Her golden hair shone even brighter.
Shinho looked at her rosy, delicate face, reached out, and gently stroked her back.
Because of the beads of sweat, her fair skin was incredibly smooth.
Soon, steady breaths came.
Shinho was a bit amused and exasperated.
Didn't she feel uncomfortable?
She could fall asleep in this position?
Shinho glanced around, feeling slightly awkward.
If someone barged in and saw this scene, it would be a major scandal.
But Mabui could handle it.
An idea sparked in Shinho's mind.
Mabui, as Samui's best friend, was indeed the right person to help at this moment.
However… Shinho hesitated for a few seconds, then leaned close to Samui's ear and whispered a few words.
The next moment, he winced again.
Even in her sleep, Samui reacted strongly when she heard Mabui's name, her body tensing up.
But just as Shinho thought she would refuse, he received an affirmative answer.
"...?" Shinho looked at Samui, who still had her eyes closed, wondering if she was pretending to be asleep.
But her behavior of dragging her best friend into this was just… fantastic.
In the Hokage Secretary's office, Mabui was reading documents.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in her ears.
"Come over to my office."
It was Shinho.
Mabui subconsciously looked at Konan.
But she showed no reaction, indicating she hadn't heard anything.
What kind of ninjutsu was this?
Mabui thought of the Yamanaka clan's secret techniques.
But she hadn't sensed any chakra fluctuations.
Mabui could only attribute it to Shinho's overwhelming strength.
She stood up, told Konan, and headed towards the Hokage's office.
"Hoka—" Mabui opened the door, and froze on the spot.
What greeted her eyes was Shinho and Samui's bare back.
"Close the door," Shinho said, looking at her.
Mabui subconsciously closed the door.
Sniffing the scent in the air, she immediately felt her face burn up.
"Samui's asleep, and I still have work to do. Take her upstairs," Shinho instructed calmly.
"..." Mabui was completely stunned.
In this kind of situation, you want me to help?
Why does it sound so normal?
Is there something wrong with me?
Mabui bit her lip, at a loss for a moment.
"What are you waiting for?" Shinho urged.
"Yes," Mabui's heart fluttered, and she slowly walked forward.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up the pencil skirt and women's suit jacket from the floor.
How was she supposed to carry Samui away?
Mabui took a deep breath and stepped forward, picking her up.
She subconsciously glanced at Shinho's.
And her pupils shook like an earthquake.
How did Samui do it?
Mabui quickly averted her gaze, her face flushed, and turned to go upstairs.
Entering the room, she suddenly felt a weight lift from her arms.
"Thanks." Samui was standing right in front of her.
"You… you were pretending to be asleep?" Mabui asked, stunned.
"No," Samui said, looking exhausted. "I really was too tired. As for calling you over, it was Lord Hokage's idea."
Mabui hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
What was going on?
You guys were all hot and intimate, and you called me over to do what?
"You should understand the reason," Samui noticed her expression and prompted.
"..." Mabui fell silent.
"I'm going to sleep now, you go downstairs and help Lord Hokage," Samui took the clothes from her hand, turned and went into the bathroom.
Mabui stood rooted to the spot, not daring to go downstairs.
She wanted to wait until Shinho got dressed before going down.
After all, that scene was just too shocking.
At the same time, she admired Samui, who could so easily tolerate the Hokage's temper.
A few minutes later, Mabui hesitantly went downstairs.
When she saw Shinho fully dressed, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She was really worried she'd have to continue Samui's "work."
"How's Samui?" Shinho asked, looking at her.
Her dark skin was glowing, and combined with the blush on her face, it was a unique kind of charm.
"She's taken a shower and gone to bed," Mabui said, trying to sound composed.
"That's good." Shinho paused, then asked, "You did well today, what reward do you want?"
"I -I don't need anything," Mabui quickly shook her head.
"Come here," Shinho beckoned her over.
Mabui's heart trembled, but she obediently walked up to him.
Her "punishment" from before had already tested her heart.
Now, whatever happens, happens.
"Let me think about what reward to give you," Shinho reached out, his fingertip tracing her dark skin, finally resting on the soft corner of her lips.
Mabui suddenly realized something, and her heart raced.
She subconsciously pursed her lips.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a warm touch.
Mabui closed her eyes.
She never dreamed that her first kiss would be stolen in this kind of situation.
Mabui felt like she was constantly falling, and in the end, she wouldn't be left with anything, just like Samui, completely at his mercy.
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