With Samui's gentle motions, Shinho could feel the subtle rise and fall of soft curves beneath his head.
Wonderful.
After a battle, this kind of relaxation was exactly what he needed.
Time passed quietly.
Letting out a deep breath, Shinho said, "That's enough for now."
Samui stopped her massage at his words, but she didn't move away.
After all, she was still serving as his pillow.
"Ah, my apologies."
Realizing this, Shinho straightened up.
Samui took a step back, then circled around to stand in front of the Hokage's desk.
She gave a slight bow and asked calmly, "Lord Hokage, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Shinho's gaze instinctively drifted to the noticeable burden on her chest.
Through the collar of her shirt, he could see a glimpse of snow-white skin.
"No, that's all. Your massage skills are excellent," Shinho replied earnestly.
"If you ever need another, just call me," Samui said, maintaining a professional tone.
But the conversation between them carried an undeniable undercurrent of ambiguity.
"By the way, do you hate me?"
Shinho asked curiously.
"I do, but there's no point in it."
Samui pressed her lips together, answering honestly, "The follows the law of the jungle, and the weak can only bow their head in silence."
"You've got a clear perspective of the world," Shinho said, somewhat surprised by her forwardness.
But thinking it over, it fit her personality.
In the original series, Samui was always calm and composed, with a remarkable level of self-control.
Calmness often equates to realism.
Shinho suspected that even if he tried to force her, she wouldn't resist.
But doing so would take the fun out of it.
They can't escape anyway, he thought. So there's no rush.
"Anything happen in Konoha these past couple of days?"
Shinho shifted the topic.
Samui's expression flickered slightly.
She found Shinho strange.
Clearly, he desired her body, but he wasn't in any hurry.
Still, his composed attitude made her regard him with a bit more respect.
"Aburame Clan's Head came looking for you the day before yesterday."
Samui stepped forward, pulling out a letter from the desk. "He left this for you."
That was Aburame Shibi, Shinho's father.
Curious, Shinho opened the letter.
There were no written words inside, only a sizable number of Insects.
They assembled together, forming a message:
"The ones monitoring the Aburame Clan are ordinary frogs. I suspect it's Mount Myōboku's doing."
As Shinho finished reading, the Insects flew out the window.
No doubt they were heading back to find Shibi.
Shinho fell into thought.
Why would the Aburame Clan be under surveillance?
The only explanation was that during their conflict with Kirigakure, Mount Myōboku had taken notice of their Sage Mode.
Are they really that interested?
Could it be that the Great Toad Sage's prophecy foresaw this so-called fourth great holy land as a threat to Mount Myōboku or something alone the lines?
It's possible.
Shinho picked up a pen and wrote a reply.
It conveyed two points:
Dispose of the frogs doing the surveillance and send a warning to Mount Myōboku. And If they didn't make the first move, there was no need to act for now.
Mount Myōboku had helped Konoha defeat Kirigakure, so Shinho was willing to give them a chance, for now.
It all depended on how much the Great Toad Sage trusted his prophecy.
If he truly believed in it, he'd inevitably regard the Aburame Clan as enemies.
When that time came, Shinho wouldn't show any mercy.
After all, he had no particular fondness for Mount Myōboku.
Samui took the reply and left.
Shinho glanced at the time. There were still thirty minutes left in his shift, but he couldn't be bothered to wait, so he decided to clock out early.
…
Senju Residence.
Shinho opened the door and stepped into the living room.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Tsunade was lying sideways on the couch, eyes closed, fast asleep.
What's going on here?
Did she lose a bet or something?
"Come here."
Tsunade cracked an eye open, drowsily glanced at him, then shifted her body to make space.
Shinho walked over and lay down beside her.
The space was limited, so the two of them were pressed quite close.
Tsunade lifted her smooth, white right leg and draped it over his, then stretched out her arms, pulling his head against her chest.
Shinho felt the world darken as he sank into the soft abyss.
A familiar fragrance filled the air.
Shinho couldn't help but think, Compared to Samui, Tsunade definitely has the upper hand.
"Brat, when did you get back?"
Tsunade lowered her head, pressing her face against his.
Her golden hair cascaded down, mixing with his own.
"About half an hour ago."
Shinho's eyes darted around.
In the cramped space, all he could see was the perfect curve of her smooth, round skin.
Since she was at home, she wore loose pajamas, making the view absolutely breathtaking.
"You smell like perfume," Tsunade sniffed him and asked, "Which secretary was it?"
Shinho's body instantly stiffened.
"You've got the heart of a thief but not the guts, brat."
Without waiting for his reply, Tsunade snorted softly and nudged him with her voluptuous thigh.
"I didn't!"
Shinho protested, "I didn't do anything. It must've accidentally rubbed off."
"Liar."
Of course, Tsunade didn't believe him.
Shinho struggled to climb up the soft 'mountain' until he finally saw her face.
Her eyes were still closed, expression calm, breathing steady, like she was simply resting, without a trace of anger.
What kind of attitude is this?
Shinho couldn't quite figure her out.
"What are you thinking about?"
Tsunade reached out, touching his face gently.
"I'm thinking about how to make it up to my teacher," Shinho replied with a smile. "How about a full-body massage?"
Tsunade opened her eyes.
A soft haze seemed to rise in Tsunade's light brown eyes.
She obviously knew what Shinho meant by a full-body massage.
"I am feeling a bit tired," Tsunade murmured, licking her lips.
"Good," Shinho paused for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "But pajamas will block the massage's effectiveness."
Tsunade rolled her eyes at him but complied, getting up and slipping off her pajamas, tossing them casually to the side.
"Let's start here," Shinho leaned in, his head lowering.
Tsunade let out a muffled hum, wrapping her leg around his head.
Her toes curled involuntarily, her legs tensing, while a trace of allure crept into her usually stern features.
"You really are just a kid," Tsunade teased, a faint blush spreading across her delicate face.
Shinho couldn't reply, so he simply let her mock him.
Being a "kid" wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Tsunade bit her lip, her gaze growing more unfocused.
It wasn't until Shinho finally stopped the massage that she managed to regain some clarity.
"Time to move to the next spot," Shinho raised his head and said, "Your legs."
Tsunade released him and stretched her legs out.
Shinho got up, squatting down in front of her.
He placed his hands on her smooth, pale thighs and began to massage them gently.
But his eyes kept drifting toward that shimmering golden hair.
Tsunade exhaled deeply.
She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes glinting like the surface of a rippling lake.
Before long, her body started shifting slightly on its own.
She glanced over at Shinho.
At some point, he had positioned himself back on the couch.
"Inside and out, it all needs a proper massage," Shinho declared, maintaining a professional tone throughout.
Tsunade rolled her eyes again.
This little brat is full of nonsense.
But as his teacher, she could only tolerate his bad habits.
"Sensei," Shinho leaned in closer, their faces nearly touching.
"Keep going," Tsunade shot him a look, but her voice had softened.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Shinho reached out, cradling the back of her head.
Tsunade frowned slightly at first, but it quickly faded as she relaxed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
One against two, Shinho thought with a smile, completely unfazed.
…
It was now five in the evening when Shizune stepped out of the Hokage building.
It wasn't long before she arrived home.
Taking out her keys, she unlocked the door, only to be greeted by the sound of Tsunade and Shinho's voices.
Shizune's lips twitched.
What else would Shinho be doing, after rushing back this early?
It wasn't even a question that required much thought.
Shizune kicked off her heels and entered the living room.
The first thing she saw was Shinho's back.
This damn guy!
A glint of moisture welled up in Shizune's eyes.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Shinho in three whole days.
"W-Welcome home,"
Tsunade lifted her head, resting her chin on Shinho's shoulder, and panted slightly as she spoke.
Her golden hair was plastered to her skin with sweat.
"…"
Shizune opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.
"Shizune-nee, you came back just in time," Shinho turned around, sitting comfortably on the couch. "Let me give you a proper massage."
Shizune pulled a strained smile.
Tsunade looked like she had been worked over like a water pump.
And he still wants to offer massages?
Besides, there wasn't any space left for her in the couch.
"I'll go make dinner," Shizune shook her head and said.
"Alright then," Shinho shrugged, left to entertain himself.
Shizune turned and walked into the kitchen.
She paused, leaning against the wall, her face betraying a conflicted expression.
Even as a ninja, she couldn't stay completely unaffected.
Especially since she had long grown accustomed to Shinho.
Her gaze fell on her long legs, wrapped snugly in black stockings.
She felt a thin layer of sweat beginning to bead on her skin.
Taking a deep breath, Shizune collected herself and began cooking.
Shinho had always been overly fair.
Her turn would come soon enough, and there was nothing she would do to stop him.
Half an hour later, Shizune reappeared in the living room with the food.
She pressed her lips together, unable to hide a hint of envy.
Tsunade's strength far outmatched hers.
If it had been her in Tsunade's place, she might've already passed out from exhaustion.
"Shizune-nee, what did you make?"
Shinho looked up and asked.
"Tempura," Shizune replied, snapping out of her thoughts.
"Give me a piece," Shinho said with a grin.
Shizune sighed but walked over slowly.
This house has already turned into such a mess anyway.
She picked up a piece of fried shrimp and held it out to his mouth.
Shinho chewed it twice, then leaned over to kiss Tsunade.
"…"
Shizune's face turned bright red.
She hadn't expected him to feed Tsunade like that.
"Tastes pretty good," Tsunade licked her lips, her seductive figure shifting slightly as she savoured the flavor.
Her curvy waist and hips were on full display.
"Yeah," Shinho grinned, baring his teeth slightly.
Shizune was being complimented, yet she didn't know how to respond, it left her feeling both flustered and exasperated.
These two are just too much!
…
Dinner wrapped up with Shizune silently stewing in her frustrations.
But afterward, Shinho took her to the bathroom to help clean the glass, which finally eased her anger.
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