The Meeting Of Opportunities - part 2

As soon as they walked out of the rotenburo, Kushina registered her position. Inside, there might have been a hundred, maybe two hundred people at most. However, as she stepped out of the closed arena, she realized almost the entire capital was present. This was a festival, and it was at peak hours seeing it was almost evening, making it more crowded than when she had arrived.

'I had forgotten I would have to walk through the crowd,' she thought, becoming contemplative about her outfit. 'What would they think?' she pondered further. 'I hope my shinobis don't see me. Oh my god, what if the news reaches Konoha?' the concern turned in her mind.

'What are you ashamed of? We look fabulous. And doesn't that attention excite you?' the naughty voice grinned.

As she walked out alongside the daimyo, immediately all attention was on her as people parted their ways for them. She could feel the hotpants now, really digging into her pussy lips with each step. The eyes of every person trailed on her form as she walked, drawing detailed attention from almost everyone. The qipao hugged her curves, emphasizing the swell of her breasts and the contour of her hips. The low-rise hotpants clung snugly to her, showcasing almost all of her legs with each of her steps. She could feel her nipples getting harder and more dampness and heat in the hotpants with each step.

Amidst the intrusive gazes, she couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts from Gato's earlier conversation. 'Was he right? Am I attracting attention due to this outfit?' The doubts fueled by Gato's words added a layer of uncertainty to her already conflicted thoughts.

'Well, he also said we would be equal to his kunoichis if we walked without these hotpants. Should we remove these? They are itchy anyways. It would be way hotter than yesterday's walk,' the inner voice added with a chuckle. For a moment, she contemplated the thought, imagining the sensation of walking bottomless dressed just in this high-slitted qipao amidst the crowd. 

'What am I doing?' she shook her head, dismissing the provocative idea as quickly as it had surfaced. The thought made her certainly feel more aroused, Her pulse beat a little faster at the thought of walking through that crowd bottomless in this high slit qipao only. She could feel her nipples hardening and her hotpants getting more damp and moist.

 'I can't believe I'm doing this. What will they say about the deputy Hokage parading like this?' she thought.

"Kushina-san, would you like to visit some stalls?" The daimyo's voice brought her attention to her surroundings. She realized she had been absentmindedly walking beside him. 'I can't let this get to me. I can't control what they see or think. But I can't show weakness,' she thought. Clearing her mind, which was kind of hard given the moistness in her hotpants and how they kept rubbing and digging on her core.

"I think I have seen enough, Ryuki-san. It would be bothersome for people if VIPs show stall to stall," she spoke, adding her reason. 'I would have loved to, but I can't, at least not dressed like this,' she thought.

"Well, let me know if anything catches your eyes then. We can visit it. But I would like to take you to an exquisite tea stall nearby. It's one of the best here. And we can talk about some future agreement points about our village as well," he said.

While she wanted to deny him and do nothing but go to quarters and change, she knew it was wrong of her to decline. However, she had no intention of staying in this outfit more than necessary. "We can, but can we please do it tomorrow or maybe evening? I have a schedule with my shinobis," she lied. 'I hope he accepts; I don't want to garner any more attention,' she thought.

'Come on, chill, it feels so good to have so many eyes on us. Who knows when we get such an opportunity again. We will not be able to enjoy this audience when we return to Konoha, we have to take advantage of this opportunity!' the naughty voice spoke as Kushina tried to ignore it.

"Of course, Kushina-san, let's head to your quarters then," Daimyo replied with a smile. 'She still denies me, what a bitch. I will remember this' he thought.

"Thanks for understanding, Ryuki-san," she replied genuinely as the man nodded.

"What a spoilsport," her inner voice muttered.

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As Kushina walked with Daimyo through the streets of the festival, people became more curious, her change of outfit quite evident, which garnered a lot of attention. People became curious, and when people are curious, they talk.

"Look at her, strutting like she owns the place. High-class whore, maybe? She got that change in looks from lady to slut down in hours," a woman muttered, glaring at her husband, pulling him away.

"In the end, she is like all kunoichis. I knew it; she had some hidden agenda; her true colors are coming out," another woman muttered to her friend.

"I like the outfit; it's bold. Everyone has choices. And she looks so beautiful in it. I mean, if she has the body, why not flaunt it?," the woman replied to her friend.

"She's got daimyo-sama smirking; he knows what's up. Wonder if they've got a secret arrangement. I bet he's getting it tonight. Finally, getting his long forbidden desire," a male muttered.

"She's got Ryuki-sama wrapped around her little finger, but who could blame Daimyo-sama," another muttered as he saw Ryuki stealing glances at the redhead.

"Hehhe, she looks like the type who'd enjoy some real naughty fun. A freak in the sheets, maybe?" a guy muttered with a pervy chuckle.

"Damn, did you see her? The dress is practically begging to be ripped off. I so much envy Ryuki-sama now," a voice added.

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Some of the comments were heard by Kushina as she walked by, her keen hearing having caught the words.

"Damnnn, did you see her? Damn, so hot," a male muttered while taking a deep breath.

"Look at her, acting all innocent. We know what she's really after," another comment came to her ear. 'What are they talking about?' she thought.

"This isn't a fashion show; it's an invitation. Bet she's got a naughty side," another voice added.

'Hehe, I'm here, ain't I? Dattebane?' the naughty voice spoke in her head.

"Those shorts are almost like panties; she could even go without them," another muttered with hidden innuendo, this one hitting Kushina as it was so close to the truth. Her face flushed red. 'Oh, they know; these hotpants are basically my panties as I'm indeed commando beneath,' she thought as her face colored red, her arousal increasing.

"These comments are so good; they are exhilarating," her naughty voice purred.

"She looks like a slut in that dress, but damn, she rocks it," another voice spoke.

 'Do I really? Weren't ladies wearing similar outfits too?' Kushina thought.

'Of course not; they don't understand. They are jealous of successful women,' her inner voice added.

"I heard she's got a reputation. Maybe she's out here advertising kunoichis or is promoting something else," a voice spoke in mystery.

"She's got the whole package – legs, tits, and that ass. It's like a feast for the eyes, and she's certainly using them right. I wonder…." another commented, making Kushina flush.

Each passing comment made her more aroused, much to her mortification. 'Why is this trip to the quarters so long?' she thought.

Unbeknownst to her, Daimyo was purposefully taking her via a longer route to quarters to make her parade with him. He wanted everyone in the capital to see her in this dress beside him. 'You had insulted me last time. You insulted me again today. Serves you right,bitch' he thought and grinned internally as he too heard some of the comments.

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Neko, one of Kushina's personal ANBU guards, was standing on one of the roofs, watching perimeters. Her team was nearby. They were elite ANBU gaurds of Hokage, after all.

She was scandalized. "Kushina-sama," she muttered as she saw Kushina coming out. For a moment, her eyes couldn't believe seeing Kushina-sama dressed like that. She had even tried to check if she had been under a genjutsu. 'Why is she wearing that?' she thought, having never seen the redhead in such a provocative outfit.

'She definitely isn't forced.' Such an idea was laughable.

A whistle caught her attention, and she saw Goat coming towards her.

"Wow, did you see Kushina-sama?" As Neko nodded, Goat let out a whistle.

"Damn, she is something else, huh? Man, she's totally rocking that outfit," he spoke, causing a twitch of eyebrows behind her mask on Neko's face.

"Go to your spot. Do your job," Neko spoke sternly, irritated by Goat's behaviour. 'Men are so stupid. I'm sure Kushina-sama had some solid reasoning for wearing this outfit,' she thought.

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As Kushina strolled through the festival grounds alongside the Daimyo, her attire caused quite a stir among the shinobi present. Clad in a striking Qipao that hugged her curves and paired with daring hotpants, she exuded a confidence that demanded attention. The unexpected sight of their esteemed leader in such bold attire left the shinobi astounded, their surprise palpable in their wide-eyed gazes and hushed whispers.

"Damn, did you catch a glimpse of Kushina-sama? Kami forbid, but I'm practically salivating at the thought of fucking her now," Ayuba, a spirited chunin, couldn't help but blurt out.

"Shhh, watch what you say! She's married to Yondaime-sama, for heaven's sake. You're playing with fire," Touka, spoke 

"So what if she's married? The Yondaime Hokage is hardly ever around. He'd rather gallivant outside the village than spend time at home with his smoking hot wife. If I were him, I'd be pounding her day and night like she deserves," Ayumi retorted with a sly chuckle, drawing nervous laughter from their group.

"Did you guys catch what Souske said earlier? He claimed that our deputy looked even hotter when she was an active kunoichi," Toimeki, a genin spoke 

"No way, really? She still looks hot as hell now. I can't even begin to imagine how stunning she must have been back then," Baku, another genin, said.

"It's true, I've been on missions with her, and damn, she was a major distraction. She looked every bit as fuckable then, and now, it's even better," Souske, a veteran shinobi, confessed with a knowing smirk, recalling his past mission with Kushina.

"Yeah, her tits are even bigger now I believe. They were already big before, but now? I swear, I can't stop fantasizing about burying my face in them. I even dreamed about it last night, and let me tell you, it was mind-blowing," Hiroko, another seasoned veteran, added with a lascivious grin.

"Hah, she probably wouldn't even feel your tiny dick. She looks like she's into guys with something big to offer," Ren, a cocky chunin, teased with a smirk, prompting a round of chuckles from their group.

"You can all keep dreaming. None of us stand a chance with her," Yuuto, a pragmatic chunin, chimed in, rolling his eyes at their fantasies.

"You're just bitter because you didn't have the guts to make a move when you had the chance when we were gennins, isn't you?. Damn, if I had known back then that she would become the hottie she is now, rest assured that she would have been on her knees, begging and sucking my dick" Yukihiro, a boastful chunin, boasted, earning an incredulous look from Yuuto.

"Haha, I'd pay good money to see her put you in your place," Yuuto chuckled, shaking his head at Yukihiro's bravado.

"Man, imagine for a second. I said, Imagine!!" Souske spoke, seeing Yuuto about to interrupt. "Just imagine if she embraced the seductive nature of kunoichis. This war would be concluded soon. I bet we would sweep through the elemental nations," he added with a grin.

"No doubt about that. She is a damn weapon. I don't know why the Hokage hasn't used it," Yukihiro added.

"He has laid claim to the weapon and then laid it low, almost hiding it from everyone. He doesn't even use it, what a waste," Ayumi added.

"Man, Yondaime-sama should at least allow Konoha to use it if he's not using this weapon. I can totally believe we would lay waste to every nation if she, along with Tsunade-sama and other kunoichis, came to the front lines," Ren added with a pervy grin.

"Totally, and hopefully we get some taste of weapons of mass destruction too," Hiroko spoke with an equally lecherous grin.

"Imagine the advantage Konoha would have if she used her allure to gather intel from enemy spies. We'd be steps ahead of them at all times!" Souske added, his cheeks flushed red as he looked at the sky with a foolish grin. He continued, "Not to mention, imagine the chaos she could unleash if she used her seductive prowess on the battlefield? We'd have the enemy surrendering in no time!" He then looked at everyone with a big grin. "Imagine if she danced for us before every battle; our troops would be so motivated," he chuckled.

"Damn, Sousuke-san, your imaginations are wild and can almost give Jiraiya-sama a run for his money," Ayumi added, capturing the sentiments of every man present as they imagined Souske's words with Kushina playing the role of an scantily clad seducing kunoichi .

"Man, with your thoughts, I bet none of us could look at her face again without these thoughts playing in our minds," Ren spoke, as the group nodded.

"Yeah, man, it would save us trouble, and we could be at home," Yuto said in a forlorn expression. "But guys still shouldn't speak like this," he added.

Amidst the lascivious remarks, there were also admirers of Kushina's bold fashion choice among the kunoichis in other parts of the shinobi area.

"Wow, look at Kushina-sama, the epitome of elegance and sex appeal all rolled into one. She can effortlessly switch from classy to smoking hot in the blink of an eye," Tatsuki, a chunin with a keen eye for fashion, remarked admiringly.

"I now understand why she's my idol. She's a true trendsetter," Misaki, another kunoichi gushed out..

"She looks absolutely flawless in everything she wears. It's like she was born to command attention," Haruka, yet another kunoichi who idolised Kushina, sighed dreamily, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Do you think I should try-on one of those too?" asked Imaki, a chunnin in her early twenties, curiously.

"Sure. I want one too. I'm sure my boyfriend will love see me in one of those" Misaki reply in agreement

"Let's find out which store made that outfit!" Tatsuki spoke with determination to her colleagues.

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As they neared her quarters, Kushina visibly relaxed. She could see even her shinobi taking a double take on her outfit. 'I guess it's no use hiding,' she thought. 

'Ara I love their expressions' the naughty voice in her head giggled.

The dampness and burning feeling in her hotpants had increased tenfold in the past few minutes.

"By the way, thank you for making your nobles agree to give the new agreement a chance," she spoke in a genuine tone.

"Ah, mah mah, Kushina-san, it was all you. They saw how genuine you were dealing with this country's merchants and traders. They seemed to be happy that you wanted to hear them out. I just collected their voices and announced what they wanted," he spoke, buttering her up. 'It was that and how you looked; they didn't want any other ambassador but you now, hehe,' he thought.

'See?, it wasn't your dress that got the agreement; it was you dealing with merchants. It was our work ethics and sincere attitude that got the deal,' her moral voice spoke, making Kushina feel a bit better.

'But the dress did help somewhat, right?' the naughty voice supplied.

"Well, thank you for believing in me then. I will make sure to raise your concerns in Konoha as well," Kushina replied, ignoring the naughty voice.

"Well, thank you too," Ryuki supplied.

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While Kushina was walking back with Daimyo, Yumeki wasn't idle. He had been regrettably pulled away by some nobles during the meeting for some security-related tasks. Once he was done, he rushed back to the venue to get a glimpse of the redhead again. 'She was looking so fuckable in that outfit,' he thought.

But to his bad luck, the redhead had already left. He was disappointed. But then a thought came to his mind, and that's why he was here, in the women's changing room with a female servant's company.

"Are you sure that is alright, Yumeki-sama?" the female servant asked.

"Of course it is; you can confirm with Ryuki-sama," he said, invoking the daimyo's name. He was currently in the changing room where Kushina had changed.

"I was ordered by Aiko-sama to send all these to the kunoichi leader," the servant said as she saw Yumeki bundling all outfits, including that Kushina had worn while coming here.

"Of course, that is what I will do. You can confirm with Aiko-sama as well," Yumeki lied. He knew the servant wouldn't confirm, and there is no way anyone would check if these clothes made it back to Kushina or not. It was a win-win for him. He internally grinned, having found another complete outfit of the redhead bitch. The last outfit was good fun and was gone for 'cleaning' after he was done with the whore he fucked dressed in it.

'I wonder if she will ever know what we did with her outfit. Will she wear the same underwear again when they are returned to her?' he thought as he placed all outfits in a small bag.

"This is everything right?" he asked the servant.

"Yes," the servant replied.

"Good, I will take care of it, sending them to Uzumaki-sama. You can tell that to Aiko-sama if you want," he said, feeling bitter, taking the name of the redhead bitch with so much respect. 'They will be returned once we have had some fun with them' he thought

He then made his way out of the women's changing room .

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"Thanks for inviting me to the party, Ryuki-san, and again, thanks for the support in the meeting." She spoke to the Daimyo as she stood before the doors.

"It was my pleasure Kushina-san, thanks for coming on such short notice as well. I will send for a servant with our next appointment, Kushina-san," he said loudly so everyone in the vicinity could hear.

She nodded as she saw a few shinobis look at her and then at the Daimyo with curious expressions. She ignored them for now. She didn't hear the hushed whispers nor the silent whistles from some brave shinobis who dared to appreciate her swinging ass as she turned her back.

As the Daimyo left, she walked back to the doors of her quarters and nodded at Neko, who had jumped and kneeled in front of her as she approached her quarters. Sensing that Neko might have some questions, Kushina sighed and spoke, "It was a long day, Neko. I will explain later."

The female Anbu nodded.

'Finally, it's over,' she thought, as she opened the doors and went inside her quarters, closing the doors behind her, leaving a few curious onlookers behind.

As Kushina slipped into the privacy of her room, she quickly discarded her heels. A surge of urgency propelled her toward the washroom. However, her attention was abruptly captured by the full-length mirror on the wall capturing her attention. She halted, fixating on her own reflection. A faint flush adorned her face as her naughty inner voice chimed in.

'We look good, don't you think? Look at how these slits show so much of our legs and I love how this qipao hugs and brings out our ass.' the naughty voice's words echoed inside her.

'Dressing up like this was humiliating. It made some people see me as some kind of prostitute. And it made me look foolish and hypocritical in front of that midget Gatou' Kushina's moral voice to that perverted voice.

'Maybe but you have to admit that part of it made it exciting.' chuckled the perverted voice in her head again 'We always dress so formally and reserved, It's befitting of what would be expected of a Hokage. Keeping our image of something respectable. But this time it was the opposite. We showed up in this daring sexy attire that made the men look at us differently. They didn't care about politics or treaties, only about flirting and talking with us and admiring our beauty. It was so liberating' the voice lascivious with happiness and excitement as she spoke loudly and often.

'Of course it wasn't like that...' Moral voice again quipped and Kushina too agreed, a little annoyed that that part of her kept insisting that all the good treatment today was because of her clothes. But also a little put off by the idea of it being true.

Staring at herself, she couldn't help but agree with her naughty self. Memories flooded her mind, recalling the numerous attempts men made to engage with her, seeking her attention. The echoes of compliments from various nobles and merchants lingered, and she found herself doing a few turns and twirls in front of the mirror, scrutinizing how much she had exposed herself throughout the day.

Then, her mind echoed the words of Gato, "What is the difference between you and my kunoichis? You are doing almost the same thing, using your looks, body, and charm. Remove those shorts of yours, and you would basically even look the same."

"Am I really the same?" she pondered, her eyes fixating on the hotpants and comparing herself to that Gatou kunoichi who also wore a qipao albeit more exposing than hers 'If I took them off... would we have been the same?' She thought of looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes gazed to look at her legs and then upper thighs and imagined them without those shorts, feeling the dampness and a lingering warmth within them.

"I like his boldness; he may be a coward, but he is a bold one aint he?, not afraid to speak his mind. And didn't Hitomi once said midgets have big cocks? I wonder..." 

"Shut it " Kushina's moral voice cut the train of her naughty voice before it gave rise to a mental image she did not want to have of that man. 

'Alright, alright, no talking about midgets, ' the naughty voice spoke. 'Come on, remove those. Let's see how we look without those,' her inner voice purred.

'ugh... I still don't know where Hitomi got that information from. Maybe her Byakugan…'. Absently she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the hotpants. The fabric,she noticed , clung to her tightly. As she eased them down, a faint wetness became apparent – a testament to the arousal that had taken residence between her thighs. The realization sent a wave of heat through her, her face flushing even more. As snug fabric slides down her thighs, the cool air kisses her heated snatch, causing her to shiver in delight as she discards the garment, letting it fall to the floor.

As the hotpants pool at her feet, Kushina's eyes drift downward, her breath catching in her throat as she notices the telltale wetness that clings to the crotch area of fabric. The once pristine white material now bears the telltale signs of her arousal, the wet colour contrasting against the stark white dry colour . A flush of embarrassment floods her cheeks. 

Her eyes land on the silver anklets on her feet and with that the memory of Merchant Watanabe putting the anklet on her while on his knees looking up at her legs hit her like bricks.

Panic flickered in her mind as she thought, "He didn't see those wet marks, did he?" Her face reddened with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

'That would have been so hot,' her inner voice muttered, stirring a conflicted sensation within her. The idea of exposing such intimacy to a complete stranger felt audacious, yet the arousal lingering between her thighs contradicted any reservations.

"No he couldn't have, that was pretty early in the meeting. They couldn't get wet so fast at that time." she tried to placate herself as her eyes wandered over her reflection. The Qipao-top with its waist high slits left her legs fully on display, the silhouette leaving little to the imagination. its flappers being the only thing that concealed whatever modesty she had left. She felt exposed yet somehow empowered. 

Taking a few steps around in the room with her eyes on her reflection she noticed how flappers teased over her thighs with each step exposing her legs yet hiding her intimates. 

'Is this who I am?' she questioned, her gaze fixated on the reflection that stared back. Pulling a stool she took a seat making sure the flappers of qipao hid the skin of her thighs as she crossed her legs. And she had mixed feelings when she noticed that the way she sat during that informal meeting left her more exposed than she thought 'This is how people saw me?' She could feel her snatch getting more excited as she looked at herself. She could feel her nipples brushing against the fabric of the qipao top . Though she couldn't see them she could still make out the shape of her breasts clearly and slight poking of her nipples from over the fabric. 

As she sat there Kushina's mind drifted back to the two young men who had approached her earlier. "Also, what nerve of those two spoiled brats, thinking of me as a whore," she thought.

"But that was wonderful, wasn't it? The young men were definitely attracted to us; they even put their lives on the line, knowing what would happen if they made such an offer. That shows we look exquisite and still got it, ain't it?" the naughty voice chimed in, its provocative tone stirring a mix of amusement and intrigue within Kushina.

A small smile played on her lips "They were probably fools who didn't know the consequences of their actions," Kushina mused.

The memory of their bold proposition stirred something within her, a subtle heat that lingered between her thighs. The idea of being desired and sought after, even if it came from naive individuals, had an undeniable appeal. As she sat there, the stool supporting her form, Kushina's fingers slid from her lap to her leg, absentmindedly tracing the ornate edge of the qipao flappers. 

As the lingering arousal began to take hold looking at her reflection, Kushina's breath hitched as she uncrossed her legs, knees pointing at the mirror. She hesitated a moment before continuing, but that impulsive, addictive fire inside her encouraged her to continue.

Swallowing saliva, she slowly spread her legs apart, moving one knee away from the other, resting only with the tips of her toes on the carpeted floor. 

Kushina saw her reflection, her legs spread wide. The inner side of her toned thighs that had been hidden by flappers were now in front of her eyes. She gazed down at her body until it reached her crotch, where her view was blocked by a frail looking rectangular flapper that was trying its hardest to hide her most private spot..

The thing was so close to her body. Outlining her figure so well around her waist and abdomen and almost sticking to it . She slowly pinched the side edge of the flapper, and pulled slowly to lift it up. She shuddered as the flappers were lifted, as she felt a new brush of cold air directly touching her core.

Pulling the front flappers of the qipao aside over her thigh to keep it out of the way, Kushina gasped as the glistening wetness between her thighs became evident.

Her face flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as her gaze fell upon her red wet, swollen pussy lips. "They're due to those tight hotpants," she thought.

'Nah nah it's also because of all the attention, no one gets that wet just for a pair of tight pants. Admit that you loved showing off like that. we got and we loved every moment of it' her inner voice added. 

As her hand ventured lower, tracing the delicate strip of her red pubic hair over her now glistening slit, Kushina shuddered at the surge of arousal and heat that washed over her as her fingers touched her core. 

As she pushed a finger inside her slit, With each touch, each caress, each push, she imagined the attention of those men upon her, their hungry gazes and eager whispers fueling her desire. 

For a moment Kushina's eyes flashed red. "Yeah give in to the desires,Let the flow you have been suppressing release and feel the freedom to let go." The inner naughty voice encouraged her, urging her to embrace her sensuality and revel in the pleasure. 

Lost in the moment, Kushina surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, her fingers dancing in and out of her slick folds with a newfound urgency. She imagined how Watanabe looked up at her legs. She imagined him seeing her without hotpants. His hands upon her, exploring her thighs with feverish desire. 

'We sure put on quite a show for that guy,' purred the naughty voice with glee, injecting yet another vivid memory into her mind. 'I mean, all he had to do was fasten these adorable accessories to our ankles, but he couldn't resist taking his sweet time admiring us,' insinuated the lascivious part of her psyche, causing her to reminisce about how Watanabe had practically ogled her while kneeling before her. 'He simply couldn't resist stealing those intimate glances. He even dared to go a step further, touching more than necessary,' Kushina recollected, her thoughts drifting back to the moment when Watanabe's hands had trailed along the back of her calves with a mixture of admiration and excitement. So absorbed was he in caressing her legs that Kushina had to prompt him to react.

'That was inappropriate. We should have put a stop to it. I can't believe I allowed a man who isn't Minato to touch us in such a manner,' grumbled the moral voice in disapproval. Yet, Kushina couldn't shake off the memory of his hands, which had traced her legs and calves in an unexpectedly slow and intimate way. She had never permitted anyone other than Minato to touch her legs in such a manner before, yet she had merely stood there. The guilt gnawed at her, but it wasn't enough to deter his fingers then, Or her fingers right now as they moved in and out of her slick wet love hole.

"But there was something undeniably exhilarating about witnessing his actions. To have him on his knees before us, utterly captivated by our presence, tracing his fingers over our legs as if we were divine beings," exclaimed the lewd voice, revelling in the recollection. And with each passing moment, Kushina grew increasingly aroused and more wet, feeling empowered and alluring by the idea.

While Minato had done things like that before, but they were just role plays. a bit of seduction and foreplay before lovemaking. But what happened with Watanabe was so real that it provoked reactions and aspects of the Uzumaki that she didn't know she had.Liking that sense of power and empowerment that made her feel so dominant. She relished in the sense of authority and empowerment that came over her standing with one leg over a man while the other kneeling before her.

'Do you think…' her other hand hesitated, tentatively tracing a path across her stomach and down her body. "...do you think that tradition he mentioned is true?"

"Perhaps—" the moral voice began.

"Of course not!" The moral voice was again promptly overridden by the assertiveness of the lewd naughty one. 'When have you ever heard of a tradition involving kneeling before a customer for good luck? It's clearly a feeble excuse to justify his desire to touch you.' Despite the implication that they had been deceived and taken advantage of due to their ignorance of other countries' customs, it didn't repulse her; rather, it aroused her further.

'Yeah...now that I think about it, it does sound like a flimsy excuse,' Kushina agreed, her voice devoid of any real dismay as she pictured Watanabe resorting to such tactics just to fasten the anklets onto her ankles himself. "He must have been yearning to get closer to me, to go to such lengths, but it was good luck in a way as I got nobles to agree on the deal didn't I?" she mused as her second hand continued its descent, gliding through her pubic hair until it reached her clitoris.

'And did you notice how focused he was while putting on the anklets...where was his attention directed?' the naughty voice insinuated, conjuring images of that moment in Kushina's mind. Watanabe's eyes hadn't been fixated on the accessory he was fastening onto her ankle, nor were they on her exposed legs that he had been caressing so adoringly. Instead, they had been fixed on something beyond her raised thigh. He had been gazing...

"...under our dress," the realization sent a shiver down her spine, her breath quickening as her back arched and her eyes fluttered closed while her legs instinctively parted, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. "Oh Kami, did he really see our..." her breath hitched "...crotch?"

'Surely, what else could have made him so distracted and captivated all his attention?.' the naughty voice added, prompting Kushina to recall how she had to call his name multiple times to rouse him from his trance.

'Aah, and we allowed it to happen twice!' Kushina thought in horror and excitement, finally realising what she had done , imagining just how much of herself Watanabe must have seen. "How much could he have seen?" she pondered, her fingers of one hand vigorously rubbing against her clit while the fingers of the other plunged energetically in and out of her wet pussy.

"We can't jump to conclusions—" the moral voice was again cut off..

"Surely, he caught a glimpse of our soggy wet hotpants," the naughty voice interjected once more, drowning out the fading echoes of her moral voice. "Perhaps he's in his chamber now, his throbbing cock in hand, feverishly stroking himself while fantasizing about you. Can you picture it?" 

Kushina certainly could. Ignoring the moral voice's feeble protests, she conjured a mental image of Watanabe, his hands wrapped around his hard, decent-sized cock, pumping furiously while moaning, "Kushina-sama! Kushina-sama!" as she kept thinking about that moment. Exactly the same way Kushina was doing using her fingers to reach her limit.

A sight that the Konoha kunoichi found simultaneously depraved, immoral, yet amusing and arousing.

'And if we hadn't been wearing those shorts, he would have seen our dripping wet snatch..." That thought alone on Kushina's part made her have a small orgasm. She knew it was very wrong to think about showing her pussy to a man she didn't know, yet there was an undeniable allure to it. "By Kami, if we really did that would have been...".The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Kushina leaned back, leaving that sentence uncompleted as a wave of pleasure surged through her, rendering her speechless, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her back arched and eyes closed in and legs parted more as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

In the privacy of their quarters, Kushina surrendered herself to the intoxicating rhythm of her own pleasure. Every touch, every stroke sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. She trembled with anticipation as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations, getting lost in the experience.

"Aah ahah chum" she bit her lips to suppress her moans but it was becoming difficult. With soft suppressed moans continuously escaping her lips, Kushina abandoned herself to the pleasure, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate as she chased the elusive climax. Her hips rocked against her hand, seeking greater friction and stimulation, her arousal reaching a newer height, as juices now started to spill from her pussy lips drenching back of flappers as some of it also spilled on floor and some as fast as striking the mirror.

.

"Ahha ahah ahaha chumm" her other hand put fingers in her own mouth to stop the sounds leaving as with shuddering gasp, she tumbled over the edge, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Juices spatters over her hand as she cumed and cum she did. 

Her eyes snapped open as she looked at her reflection. Face flushed violet eyes shining with the remnants of arousal and legs spread, pussy fully on display with juices still leaking out, a glistening pool of her own juices decorating the qipao flappers and stool beneath her.

"What came over me?" she thought as her eyes landed on the mess she had made on the stool floor and mirror.

"Woh, that was fun wasn't it" her inner voice chimed and Kushina couldn't help but agree more. "Are you for another round? We still have some time to kill and we still have a lot of memories to think about" The lewd voice purred. "How about our little chat with Gatou? His offer for kunoichis in his show doesn't sound so bad anymore, does it? Imagine us in his show ? And those kunoichis seemed to be having a good time. Maybe if we-"

"No! You can't keep falling down! We must stop now! You have fallen enough, Get a hold of yourself!!" Her moral voice had finally found room to oppose.

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport. This feels fantastic. They're just fun and silly fantasies that don't hurt anyone-"

"Of course not, this is getting out of control. We have to stop now and..."

As Kushina's lewd and moral voices argued in her head, Her attention was drawn on her reflection. Her attention focused on the state she found herself in and the kind of look she was showing herself in a way she barely recognized.

"Is this really me?" she muttered as conflicting emotions of guilt and exhilaration danced within her.

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Ryuki returned to his palace, quite satisfied with the outcome of the meeting. However, a frown marred his face as he pondered, "She still denies my invitation? Even after I gave her some time on the agreement. But rest assured, I have tarnished some of her image, at least in my capital. And my image would definitely have gone up," he mused internally.

"Ryuki-sama," Yumeki's voice interrupted him as he stood in one of the corridors leading to their personal 'fun' center.

"Yumeki," he replied upon seeing his close confidant.

"You won't believe what I got my hands on," the big man spoke. "Come, I have already prepared," he continued, gesturing for Ryuki to follow him down the corridors.

'What is he up to this time?' Ryuki thought as he moved towards the fun chambers.

"I hope you didn't do anything that would ruin our plans, Yumeki," he said, reprimanding him with a stern tone.

"Of course not, but you shall see," Yumeki grinned.

Upon reaching the room, Daimyo found himself rooted to the spot. Inside, he saw a beautiful red haired woman dressed in a green business suit standing in front of a large bed.—He immediately identified those , how could he forget those. Those were the same outfit that the object of his fascination had worn in the morning when on tour with him.

"Yumeki, you didn't?" he spoke, turning to his guard. "What did I tell you..."

Yumeki cut him off, "I didn't take any risks; the outfit was supposed to be sent to the bitch's quarters as per Aiko-sama's orders. I just borrowed them," he replied with a big grin.

Ryuki pondered for a moment, "I suppose then no harm done." He looked at the woman; she wasn't Kushina but seemed to delight in the outfit. She was probably Yumeki's regular consort from the red-light district. He had to admit that she was doing a good imitation of Kushina. Not only was she wearing the same green outfit, but this woman even had the same dawned similar hairstyle as her and even wore a similar hair clip that kept her bangs away from her face. If it weren't for the fact that her face and eye colour were noticeably different from Kushina's, he would have taken her for the real one... or a clone since they were talking about a kunoichi.

"Yeah, besides, I thought with how much of a cock-tease she looked in those shorts and tight top. Why not get some relief, hehe," Yumeki added.

"Don't remind me; she was really a cock teaser today. I saw how my merchants were all over her. It's not just her position as Konoha's ambassador that drew them; it was her outfit that attracted them all, showering her with gifts," Ryuki spoke, reminiscing about the redhead surrounded by various traders, merchants and nobles.

"She is still an arrogant bitch, though," Yumeki remarked.

"That she is, even after what I had done. She still declined my offer for tea. I had planned to push her more and let everyone see that she is my bitch, but she declined," Ryuki spoke in a frustrated tone.

"Haha, I would have loved to see your face," Yumeki chuckled, imagining his boss getting shot down.

"Yeah, laugh it up, but at least I got to parade her with me in front of almost all of the capital today in that outfit. It will definitely boost my image, so I guess I won something," Ryuki added.

"Oh, from winning, you won't believe what else I got," Yumeki spoke, and Daimyo looked at him curiously as Yumeki quickly rummaged through drawers and pulled out two garments—a lace green bra and matching panties.

Ryuki's eyes widened, "You didn't? This is taking too many chances," he spoke, his hands moving automatically to collect the pieces as if they were trophies.

"I didn't take any chances; they were with all those outfits," Yumeki supplied. "I almost couldn't believe my luck," he continued as he saw Ryuki sniffing Kushina's panties and sighing with morbid satisfaction..

"Huh? So my wife provided her complete wardrobe then? Good to know." He chuckled then remembered the spilling incident. "Did you scheme the spilling incident as well?" he asked as he stretched panties in his hand and moved towards the woman on the bed.

"No, of course not; that was a happy accident, I think," Yumeki honestly replied.

Ryuki looked at him with slanted eyes as if detecting a lie but shook his head, "Well, it worked well in our favor in the end. But I do caution you against taking any more risks," he spoke as he traced his hands over the woman who shuddered and almost purred as she felt Ryuki's hands on her. Studying her figure as he roamed her waist, massaging her breasts. Even holding her by the cheeks to make her look at him, and as he looked her in the eyes.

"You look delicious, dear," he spoke to the woman.

"I'm here for your pleasure, Ryuki-sama," Ryuki imagined Kushina dressing similarly and speaking those words as he closed his lips on the woman.

Her lips were soft and warm, tasting sweet but at the same time strong, just like a good Sake. The woman opened her mouth to give the Daimyo better access and let him taste her . Their tongues embraced met, wrapping around and twisting with each other. 'Now this woman is a pro' Ryuki admired as he got a first hand taste of the redhead's skills. It was clear to him that she knew how to kiss and use her mouth. Her tongue held still enough in the submissive role to be at Ryuki's mercy, but also not so much as to give an impression of being clumsy or inexperienced.

He pressed even harder and ended up dominating the woman's mouth totally. She seemed to accept him leading to the kiss and wrapped her arms around Daimyo's neck as if she wanted more, clinging and rubbing herself against him, pressing her large breasts against Ryuki's body for his enjoyment.

He almost missed Yumeki, who let him enjoy a little more of that girl before speaking , "I won't take any risks. But you know there is an interesting detail I found out," he spoke, his tone filled with intrigue.

"Hoh, what's that?" Ryuki spoke, moving his lips away from the woman's, but his hands were now playing over her breasts over the top of the shirt, feeling she was wearing nothing underneath.

"mm~, Daimyo-sama" Ryuki enjoyed hearing the horny and slutty moan of the woman as she felt the greedy touches. Thinking about that's how Kushina would moan when he finishes with her.

"After I collected the outfits, I wanted a sample of that hotpants outfit the bitch had us teased with as well, you know, for recreational activities," he spoke with a big grin making clawing motions with his hands, drawing more intrigue from Daimyo. "And I quickly found the merchant from where Aiko-sama had procured them."

"Continue..." Daimyo barked as his fingers found the nipples of the woman in his arms who continued to moan and encourage him to touch her even more.

"Well, the merchant told me all those outfits Aiko-sama had all of the outfits specifically procured as part of a special order," he spoke " all of them were braless, and guess what ?" He continued seeing daimyo's interested look with his hand still on womens boobs. 

The woman also began to touch the Daimyo and started to provocatively caress his cock with both of her hands, trying to feel him over his clothes.

"the outfit the bitch had dawned on didn't have panties as well" Yumeki all but announced with a big grin.

"What? Don't tell me she was going commando again today. She was with me in front of everyone, just in just those two small pieces of clothes." Ryuki spoke with his eyes wide open now, reminiscing Kushina walking commando by his side in that skimpy outfit. The slut who was working on his member felt his member instantly get hard in her hands as soon as those words left Ryuki's mouth.

"Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but if I could bet, I would bet all my riches. For certain, say she was going commando. Given we have her panties here and the dresses didn't provide any. So unless she got something else on, which is highly unlikely. I would bet she wasn't wearing anything," Yumeki spoke with a big grin.

"Damn that red bitch, still acting all impassive and like an honorable lady while going so slutty. If I had known that before, I would have caused her dress to be ripped off, damn what a missed opportunity. " he spoke as he unbuttoned the buttons of the woman's shirt to expose a pair of ripe, firm small melon fruit sized boobs . His thirst and lust got more hungry with new information. 

"This has turned me so much on. It wasn't enough she was acting as a cock tease; she was totally commando beneath and walking beside me as if it was nothing," he spoke quickly, latching onto women's boobs.

"Yeah, I'm surprised by changes too, guess she isn't as innocent as she looks. Hehe she is kinky, and I like it," Yumeki said.

"I will strip off those layers of false persona she has put on herself and unveil it as I turn her into my slut," Ryuki spoke as he had the woman moan; his fingers had pushed the skirt to her midriff and we're now playing with her pussy that was already awfully soaked.

"Yeah, we will turn that bitch into the perfect slut," Yumeki said as he too walked toward the bed. Next to his friend and leader, he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it with amusement between his hands. Enjoying watching her horny reactions as he pinched her chafed nipples.

With a firm pincer grip on her cheeks, Yumeki forced her face towards him and pressed his mouth against hers in a careless manner. Rather than a wet kiss it was as if he simply pressed his lips against hers and ran his tongue across her mouth.

The red-haired woman happily received this treatment. Moving a hand to Yumeki's crotch to also stroke his cock. Thus taking cocks of the two of the most influential men in her country.

Ryuki watched with amusement and excitement that a woman disguised as Kushina was acting like a complete slut. "I'll turn her into a whore begging for cock," he said, resting his hand on the red-haired whore and pushing her down.

"Rest assured she will be. She will be just like you. Won't she?" Yumeki said haughtily, looking down on his usual plaything.

The woman was very cooperative as she was brought to her knees. and in just a few movements of garments, she had two pairs of thick, eager cocks in front of her face, pointing menacingly.

" Of course Yumeki-sama, no one can deny you " the woman spoke as she watched them with admiration and building lust on her face. Staring at both meaty clubs with an enthusiasm that almost made her eyes sparkle, as if she had all the world's riches in front of her. 

"Ha, you're not, you don't look so arrogant anymore, do you bitch? Right Kushina-san" Ryuki said wickedly calling the woman by name of his desire as the fake Kushina took both cocks in her hands and started to eagerly rub them.

"Of course not Daimyo-sama. How could I still be an arrogant bitch when I have two awesome and delicious dicks like these in front of my face?" she replied, looking at Ryuki's cock with her lust filled eyes before leaning down and wrapping her full lips around the tip, licking the precum that spilled out of it.

"haha, You're just a dirty cock hungry slut, aren't you Kushina, a complete kunoichi whore?" Yumeki taunted her by following Daimyo's playbook and calling the slut by Kushina's name. the redhead as he watched her act like the slut he knew the real one to be. He found great satisfaction in calling her by that Kunoichi's name.

She peeled her lips off Ryuki's member and moved on to Yumeki's, which she began to fill with kisses along the tip and length "aye sir.... I'm just a dumb and total slut .... who will do anything you want" She said between kisses and licks. Never stopping moving both hands and working on the cocks of both men.

"Hahaha, that's right. This is the way a dumb kunoichi like you should act when in the presence of men like us," Ryuki spoke with satisfaction, observing the red-haired woman eagerly worshipping their cocks with affection and obsequiousness.

"You are absolutely right, Daimyo-sama. I'm just a dumb kunoichi from a pathetic ninja village that is nothing compared to your majestic city and your incredible country," she said hungrily, her eyes fixated on Ryuki's cock, so close to her face that she could only breathe in his delicious masculine scent. "Please allow this dumb kunoichi to show her appreciation for letting me be here and serve you directly, Daimyo-sama," she continued in a horny and seductive tone, leaning in towards him.

"Uff, you sure know the right thing to say to turn a man on. You have an excellent toy here, Yumeki. You should have introduced her to me sooner," Ryuki remarked to his friend, watching with satisfaction as the red-haired mane bobbed up and down on his cock. Her cheeks indented, her lips forming a tight seal around his cock, sucking from tip to base and back again. And her tongue, oh her tongue, it explored every inch of Ryuki's member, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Hehe, well, I took the trouble to train this bitch before introducing her to you, my friend," Yumeki chuckled, taking hold of the redhead's hips and lifting her up so that she pointed her round ass in his direction. "I have trained her a lot and in a very strict way," he added, lining up his hard cock with her soaking wet pussy without hesitation.

"Mmh~!!!" the woman moaned, despite being gagged with Daimyo's cock. Her back bent from being pressed between the two men, feeling their cocks reaching deep into her throat and womb.

"Whew, that's slutty. Your throat feels better when you scream," Ryuki remarked, enjoying the sensation of the redhead's vocal cords vibrating against his cock as she moaned. He grabbed her big breasts and used them as dumbbells to start fucking her face.

Yumeki joined in, holding her waist tightly and spanking her ass while grinding his hips against her round, firm buttocks.

"Haha, I knew you're a total masochist, Kushina! You keep squeezing your pussy every time you get spanked," Yumeki teased, pretending their encounter was the real thing, as he always did when he hired her services.

"Future Hokage, my ass. A cocksucker like you has a better place as a court whore of my court," Ryuki added, jumping into the moment and expressing what he wanted to tell the real Kushina.

Both men mercilessly used the woman, treating her like their personal toy. They continued pounding their cocks inside her, taking out their frustrations on her and voicing their desires for her.

In response, she wrapped her arms around the Daimyo's waist for balance and used her legs to push her ass against Yumeki's hard cock.

"Yeah, that's right, slut. Strive to milk our cocks. After you left me with blue balls with your fucking outfit, I'm going to make sure to empty them in you," Yumeki said, slamming his cock into the bottom of her womb with even more force.

"Remember, we can't stain these clothes. They still need to be returned," Ryuki reminded her, fucking her throat relentlessly.

Yumeki smiled with amusement, "Ha, you heard Kushina! The Daimyo-sama doesn't want you to spill a single drop of our semen. Those clothes are worth a lot more than you!" He continued to ram his cock into her pussy, pounding her faster and harder until he reached his limit and shot his semen inside her.

Ryuki pulled the woman's hair and forced her nose against his abdomen as he ejaculated down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop.

With thick loads of semen from both men, the redhead couldn't hold back any longer and orgasmed, soaking the floor and her heels with her juices.

Both men held her in place until they finished cumming.

Yumeki stayed inside her, while Ryuki withdrew from her throat. He tugged on her hair to make her lift her head.

The Daimyo smirked arrogantly when he saw the woman's messy face—flushed, teary-eyed, and completely lost, with mascara smeared across her eyes like black tears. Her lipstick, once perfectly painted on her lips, now adorned Ryuki's cock, her lips tightly sealed around it to prevent a single drop of cum from escaping.

"Well done, Kushina. You see, things are better when you obey instead of being a frigid bitch," Ryuki rejoiced, smacking the fake Kushina's face with his cock.

Shimi, the name of the prostitute Yumeki often contacted, had no idea who this Kushina was or what these men talked about half the time. She was only paid to spread her legs and suck cock. But two things were clear to her.

Firstly, from the rude way they were groping her body and treating her, this Kushina woman had provoked them a lot and these guys wanted to treat her the same. And secondly, if these guys were determined to get this Kushina, then she had to do her best to milk their gold before they got this Kushina or worse they moved on to some other woman.

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"Who does she think she is?" Gato muttered as he sat in the waiting room of Ryuki's palace. It was evening, and a portly man had come here to meet Daimyo, as per prior plans.

Having met with Yumeki, the head captain had already fed him false information about Kushina's ill treatment of nobles and even Daimyo which had aggravated the tycoon more by making him remember his humiliation by the redhead. It didn't help that Yumeki had served him some alcohol as well.

He was still angry at the treatment from Kushina and the aftermath of the talk with her. "The bitch herself acted like a slut and denied my business in Fire Country," he muttered again.

"Calm down, Gatou-san," Yumeki muttered, but his tone implied he was enjoying the rant from the short, portly man.

"I will let you know I am one of the richest men in the Elemental Nations. I will soon be the leader of one of the villages. And what is she? Just a deputy leader of the Leaf Village," Gatou muttered again.

"Yeah, you are the future leader of a country; even if you weren't, she had no right to treat you like that," Yumeki supplied.

"Damn right, she is just a kunoichi. They will do anything for money; they are our dogs, and we are the masters. We throw the money and they do as they are told" Gatou said again. He took a deep, angry sip. "How dare she attack me for telling the truth!? Kunoichis are no different than prostitutes. Pay the right price and they'll do anything you want? And didn't you see her in the meeting dressing like an absolute slut, prancing around getting every noble and merchant's attention?"

"Absolutely, she was probably enjoying it too. I even saw her asking one of the nobles to put jewellery on her feet. She was acting like a total slut it was so obvious." Yumeki added, changing the details a bit "She should totally beg for forgiveness and be on her knees before you." He spoke as a satisfying mental image of Kushina prostrate at his feet begging his forgiveness for her actions almost made Gatou drool with excitement.

" No, I bet she would look well as a showpiece in your fish tank," Yumeki continued with a grin, enjoying pushing the buttons of the portly man.

"Yes, yes," Gatou said with a big grin. "Yes. Yes, you are absolutely right. That will be her punishment," he said with a huge macabre grin on his face.

"Without clothes, right?" Yumeki supplied, as he enjoyed feeding on the anger of the man.

"Of course, it is punishment, not amusement. I will have her stripped and put in the tank for everyone to see her humiliation like she humiliated me," the angry conglomerate spoke. "Then I will ask her if she is any different from my precious mermaids," he continued.

"What punishment are we talking about?" Ryuki came in, and spoke as he heard Gato muttering about punishment.

"Punishing that redhead slut, of course. Ryuki-sama," the tycoon blurted out.

Ryuki chuckled as he took a seat, "You know, Gatou-san," he started, "That little display with Kushi-chan at the meeting today was all part of my plan. I've been teaching her a lesson in obedience lately, and I must say, she's been quite receptive," he lied with a big grin.

Gatou's eyes widened, as he listened intently "Kushi-chan?…You mean to say... you've been... with her…and have fucked her?" he inquired, his voice breaking in incoherent sentence.

Ryuki nodded, his grin morphing into a smirk. "Fucked her, You say? Oh, I have done more than that." His smirk became more prevalent "Oh yes, my dear Gatou-san. I made sure to remind her of her place just before our meeting today. You know, for how she acted in public when she was with me. I made sure that she learned not to use violence when she is with me in public or in my country. In a way, it was revenge for how she treated you, Gatou-san. Using violence against my esteemed guest is a crime, you know. And I made sure she understood that. I don't think she will forget this lesson anytime soon." he lied, throwing more into the web of lies.

Doubt crept into Gatou's eyes. "You aren't bluffing? Are you?" he questioned, a hint of scepticism in his voice.

"Why would I lie, Gatou-san? I don't boast. And yes, I have fucked her. In fact, I can't even count how many times it has been now. You can ask Yumeki. I think he has seen the bitch few times acting like a true whore when I mount her," Daimyo spoke, further entangling Gatou in the fabricated tale.

"Really?" Gatou muttered, turning to the imposing guard.

"Of course, Ryuki-sama has tamed her and turned her into his personal slut. I've seen her forget about her surroundings while sucking his cock as if it was a matter of survival. She begged for his touch while he derogated her. I have seen it more than once, she willingly choked herself with Ryuki-sama's balls, relishing in sucking them, as he pushed his head on his balls" Yumeki lied, going with the flow.

"Really?" Gatou spoke in disbelief, her eyes widening so much in shock that one could see that expression even from behind his dark glasses.

"Sure, and I haven't even told you what Ryuki-sama did to her today before the meeting again today," Yumeki's smug smile at end made Gatou so curious that he turned to look at the Daimyo for details.

Ryuki revelled in the reactions he was eliciting and continued."Why do you think her outfit for the meeting changed? Do you think it was a willful decision on her part? No, it wasn't. It was I who had ordered her after I stripped and fucked her into submission in one of the changing rooms in the rutemburo. Since she had mentioned so much dislike for sluttiness in front of you, I made her dress like a slut and act like one in the meeting in front of everyone," Ryuki spoke, observing Gatou's face as it transformed, now seemingly convinced by the web of lies.

Gatou placed the drink on the table "She did change her outfit….And she did act like one with nobles and merchants present… " Gatou muttered.

"And that's only what Daimyo-sama let the public see, you should have seen it in private. You should have seen her in action my friend. She turns into a completely different animal, " Yumeki added, seeing Gatou's reaction.

"Oh?" Gatou's attention returned to the guard.

"When Ryuki-sama took that slut to the fitting rooms after that little stunt she pulled with you, the first thing he did was lift that skirt of hers and pull down those panties of hers and spank her hard. He didn't even allow her the decency of privacy. He did it in front of me and some other lucky servants, hehe" Yumeki added with a big grin, and then continued." Smacking that cute round ass of hers like she was some stupid little girl who made some stupid prank. Watching her ass turn red and hearing her moan and squeal with each smack, counting each time he spanked her and apologizing for her behavior was quite a sight. Although given how happy she looked and how wet she got maybe that was more of a reward for her. Don't you think Ryuki-sama?"

"Haha, Yeah. I think the only real punishment for that slutty bitch is to make her go hungry for my cock, she is a true sexual deviant" laughed Ryuki.

"Oh, and what else did you do to her?" asked Gatou, extremely attentive and now somewhat aroused to what they were telling him.

"After whipping her until my arm was tired, I stripped her naked, took my cock out, and fucked her ass without any mercy," Ryuki replied with a boastful smile. "I've used her ass so many times that I don't need any lubricant to fuck her anymore, but she's still as tight as the first day. I pounded her with my cock over and over, pulling her by that ponytail she was wearing, always hearing her begging for more."

"It must have been incredible," Gatou said as he drunkenly imagined himself in the same position, relentlessly pounding that begging redhead bitch's asshole and pulling those silky hair of hers. "What happened next?"

"Obviously I fucked her until I came inside her. I painted her fucking insides white with my cum, but I made sure to get a good portion of it fall on the floor." Gatou raised her eyebrow curiously. "I ordered her to clean the floor and she did. She looked so pathetic licking my semen off the floor as if she was my loyal hungry dog."

"Haha, it was certainly fun to see her doing it," Yumeki commented, making an imagination of that scene and adding it to list what he wanted to do to the redhead. "She didn't even pay attention to me and the few servants who watched the scene with glee. I think there might have been some trespassers as well, but she was so lost once you had her ass in your hands, and gave her the pounding she very much deserved for treating Gatou-san like that," Yumeki added to the lie with a lascivious chuckle.

"After making sure my floor was clean, the whore lay on her back and spread her legs and begged me to use her pussy too. I didn't want to give her what she wanted, but it's hard to resist that fleshy cunt of hers. So I did, and not only did I fuck that bitch nonstop, but I also made sure to discipline her."

"Discipline her? How?" asked Gatou.

"Normally I would have slapped that cute face of hers the same way I slapped her ass. But since we had to go to the meeting, I just slapped her boobs," said Ryuki with a wistful and perverse expression. "I whipped those juicy breasts over and over again,pinched and bit those sweet nipples and left quite a few hickeys on that smooth skin of hers. I'm sure those marks would remain on her skin for the next few days." Gatou was impressed and exhilarated. To think that when they had their talk, that slut was hiding all of Ryuki's marks under her slutty clothes. "And of course, when I saw that she learned her lesson, I was a good teacher and rewarded her by cumming inside her hungry pussy over and over again. I didn't allow her to clean but I actually made her wear those shorts because otherwise all my cum would have been leaking out of her snatch and she would have left a trail of my seeds everywhere she went. While it would have been fun seeing her like that, the meeting had its prestige and decorum so knowing she had learnt her lesson was more than enough." Ryuki spoke then with glint in his eyes he continued, "Of course, it was amusing to see her squirm under the gazes and continue with her honorable and dignified facade when barely a few minutes ago I fucked her like a red light district whore. Her expressions were kind of cute though, if I have to say, knowing fully well how her pussy was filled with my cum, how her ass and tits were full from all the marks from the 'disciplinary' action, haha" Ryuki laughed as he finished, his tone filled with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

"Is it that you didn't use protection?" asked Gatou, his face betraying hidden excitement..

"Ha, of course not." Said Ryuki with an arrogant tone. "I've already made it clear to that bitch that if she doesn't want to get pregnant, she'll have to take care of contraceptives-seals or abortions herself. If it wasn't for her not wanting to explain to her pathetic husband how her second child looks so different, you would have already found her with a big round stomach carrying my bastard today."

Gatou was dumbfounded by what he heard, unable to fully believe the entire story. However, his deep-seated grudge against the redhead forced him to entertain the possibility that it might be true. The fact that he was somewhat drunk at this point didn't help matters. 

"I can't believe she acts so honorable, so powerful, so loyal to her husband... but in reality, she's really a whore... I still can't believe it..." Gatou muttered, taking his cup to take a needed sip of his drink.

Both men from the Hot Springs country saw how convincing they were the tycoon with their story. They were certifiable since it was all sort of true.

Except the part where they fucked Kushina. Well, what they actually told was the way they fucked Shimi, changing some details to make it sound more believable.

The last part was improvised but it all was like a sound idea in Ryuki's head which featured his fantasies about Kushina, He spoke it while imagining Kushina's nude body in place of slut . Now he needed to keep pushing. Ryuki, sensing Gatou's vulnerability and resentment, pressed on, eager to exploit the humiliation Gatou had faced from the redhead earlier.

"Why do you think she was so cordial with you when barely some time ago she was about to kill you?" Ryuki pressed further.

"That is true. She didn't even try to attack me, even when I goaded her," Gatou muttered, recalling his conversation with the scantily clad redhead beside the pool during the meeting. Imagining her cum-filled pussy while talking with him and acting so normally under her slutty outfit. 'Wonder if her shorts were wet from all the pounding she received? Damn, I would have loved to pay to watch the bitch getting all of her holes pounded and filled, maybe even participate as well,' he thought with grim satisfaction.

"See, you can see it, can't you? That I speak the truth?" Ryuki grinned, observing Gatou, who now almost believed him.

"You mean to say it was all your doing? Her acting like a slut in the meeting and then leaving with you ?" Gatou asked with excitement, truly believing that Kushina was under Daimyo's control.

"Of course, and you want proof. I have proof right here," Ryuki spoke. He clapped his hands.

A servant came with a package in his hands; Daimyo signalled him to give it to Gatou. As Gatou opened the package, his eyes widened as he pulled out a green suit skirt and white shirt, along with matching undergarments.

"This is?" his voice quivered, remembering Kushina holding him by the throat in the same outfit. "You speak the truth?," he asked.

"Of course, I do. And I did all this because she humiliated you; you are just my guest. Imagine what I would have done if you were my trading partner. Of course, we need to sign a deal before that as to what benefits parties provide each other," Ryuki added, throwing a hook at the portly trader.

"Please make me your partner. I don't care what the deal is. I will even send you samples of my 'goods' every month," Gatou spoke.

'Hehe, that's so easy. Using Konoha's bitch name does have its advantages, wonder how it will be if she really falls in my control?' Ryuki thought.

"We can talk about details later; for now, how about gifting me one of your mermaid tanks with a few mermaids?" Ryuki added.

"But they are my most prized possession. I can give you as many tanks as you ask, but mermaids, it's hard to get good kunoichis who can act like one," Gatou murmured. 'And I charge double A-rank pay for one private show for them,' he thought.

"Look at the bigger picture. You want to see the redhead bitch in there in the tank, right?" Ryuki added, hitting a weak point.

"Of course," Gatou immediately spoke, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"Well, I will have to see how it actually works with live samples. I would need to test," Ryuki spoke. "How about loaning a new mermaid and rotating them every month?" Ryuki reoffered.

Pondering for a few moments, then remembering the humiliation from the redhead and the prospect of being partners with Daimyo, he nodded. ".... I will lend them to you for a reduced fee, but in exchange can I have this outfit at least?" he asked hopefully, looking at the green outfit on the table.

"Of course, I would have gifted it to you anyways," Ryuki said with a big grin.

"Then we have a deal. Promise me you will invite me when you have the redhead slut in one of my fish tanks," he asked.

"That goes without saying," Ryuki smirked.

"Then it's a deal," Gatou said rising from his chair and offering his hand to the Daimyo who shook it without hesitation, "I'll come with a trade agreement later," He took a dry gulp of what was left of his drink, leaving glass empty " Gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you."

"Of course, Gatou-san," Ryuki nodded.

As the portly man left with a happy skip in his steps, Yumeki spoke, "Was that wise, Ryuki-sama? A man like Gatou can't be trusted."

"I know, but he has his uses. And now he thinks I have the redhead bitch under control. He will think I can deal with Konoha. He wants to trade in the Fire Nation. So he will look towards me for deals, and I will have the lion's share of profit. Of course, I'm not a fool to give him her real outfit. That was just one of the imitations that you had ordered on FastTrack delivery after you got her sizes yesterday," Ryuki smirked, his eyes shining with amusement.

"You truly are a master at this game, Ryuki-sama," Yumeki added, causing Daimyo to chuckle.

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After cleaning herself and the room meticulously, making sure not to leave traces of her frivolous activity on the floor, stool, or mirror, Kushina took a quick bath with cold water, which helped her get her emotions in check. Dressed in her jounin attire, she attended a brief meeting with Shitoryu and other high ranking shinobis noting their issues which weren't anything that noteworthy, noticing the way the shinobis looked at her differently, though none spoke a word.

Upon returning from dinner at the shinobi mess, she saw Neko waiting for her at the doors, with a heap of packages neatly arranged.

"Kushina-sama, a servant from the palace came and delivered these. He told me that these are gifts you received from merchants and nobles during today's meeting," Neko reported her voice filled with curiosity.

Kushina nodded, "Yes, I met with the merchants of this country. They want us to loosen the rules so that trade can go back to normal as it had been in the past. A valid request. I will see what I can do."

"What about the gifts, Kushina-sama?" Neko inquired.

"Ah, seal them in a scroll. They were all so polite, and it would have been inappropriate to reject them on the spot. And I do have good news," Kushina replied.

As Neko raised her masked head, Kushina continued, "The nobles agreed to give the new agreement a trial. I have noticed their concerns, so for now, we have some time to deal with the issues," she said with a smile.

"Oh, really? That's good to hear. So, that's what the meeting was about today?" Neko asked.

Kushina nodded, 

"And about that outfit, Kushina-sama?" Neko finally raised the curious question that had been eating at her since evening.

Kushina's cheeks tinted a bit red, "Ah, that was a gift from Aiko-san, the Daimyo's wife. She insisted I wear it during the meeting, so I couldn't reject it," she replied, avoiding going into details.

"Oh, that makes sense," Neko spoke, nodding in understanding. "I will seal all these, then," she pointed at the heap of items.

"Yes, that would be helpful," Kushina replied.

"So, are we leaving early tomorrow morning?" Neko inquired.

"Unfortunately, no. While I want to, Ryuki-san has requested another meeting to discuss some future points for an agreement with Konoha. So, it will be after that," Kushina supplied.

As Neko nodded, Kushina opened her doors, "Good night, Neko."

Feeling tired from the events, Kushina quickly changed into one of her sleepwear sets and swiftly fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.

As Kushina slept she fell in dream land, she found herself in rotemburo from meeting again, but this time something was different. She found herself sitting on a chair talking playfully with young nobles Jin and Yami she believed. 

"You," the first young man pointed assertively at her, "Us," he gestured toward himself and his companion, "one night, BANG BANG."

The blatant proposal left her astounded, and her temper flared. Before she could respond, the second man continued, trying to sweeten the deal.

"Come on, one night? We will pay an A-rank mission rate. Think about it; one night, and you get paid," he added, a smug confidence in his tone.

"Yeah, and if you are good, we will even double pay. Maybe call our friends and give you more deals, how about it?" the first one enticed, oblivious to the perilous ground they were treading.

Despite the audacious proposition, Kushina's mischievous side, fueled by a mixture of annoyance and amusement, sparked a daring idea. She decided to tease the overzealous young men further.

"Oh, really? You want to play with me all night ? You think you even have the stamina to keep up with me ? " she responded with a sly grin, looking between Jin and Yami. "But before that, let's test your resolve. How much are we talking about removing these hotpants of mine?" she inquired, her tone playfully suggestive.

The young men, seemingly caught off guard by her response, exchanged a quick glance looking at her exposed legs. After a moment of fumbling, Jin stammered, "C-rank pay! Yeah, that's fair!"

"C-rank you say? Well let's play then" she replied with a twinkle in her eye and a wicked smirk, she decided to play along. In a deliberate and exaggerated manner, she slowly reached for the hem of her hotpants. The gathered crowd, now aware of the unfolding spectacle, hushed in anticipation, not quite believing what was happening. Kushina noticed a few familiar and unfamiliar faces in the crowd .

As her fingers teasingly brushed against the fabric, Kushina halted, leaving them hanging just above the collar of the hotpants. Yami and Jin, faces flushed and eyes widened, were caught in a mix of anticipation and embarrassment. The crowd held their collective breath, their murmurs and whispers echoing in the air.

"Is she really doing that? '' muttered a man, his heart beating fast as blood rushed to his face.

"No way this is happening right now ?" another muttered.

Kushina, reveling in the attention, decided to take it a step further. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly resumed her teasing act.

"Seems like you two are eager for a show," she said with a playful smirk, her tone teasing. The boys stammered, unable to form coherent responses, adding to the amusement of the onlookers. But her voice was loud and clear for everyone in attendance to hear.

Gripping the hem of her hotpants, she began to pull them down gradually, inch by inch. The fabric trailed along her thighs, revealing more and more of her smooth skin. "Well, if you're paying for a C-rank show, I might as well give you a taste," she added, her words dripping with playful sarcasm.

The onlookers couldn't help but be captivated by the deliberate, seductive motion. Each subtle movement seemed calculated to heighten the tension. As the hotpants reached her knees, the crowd audibly gasped, realizing the boldness of Kushina's move. They awaited with bated breath as their attention focused on the flaps of the qipao.

With a sly grin, Kushina glanced at the crowd and remarked, "Hope you're all enjoying the view. It's not every day you get a show like this, huh?" Her teasing tone elicited a mix of cheers and nervous laughter from the spectators.

"Do it, Kushina-sama" the crowd cheered.

"You are the best," someone shouted.

However much to their disappointment, Kushina skillfully ensured her qipao flappers covered her core , leaving just enough exposed to tease. With the hotpants now dangling on one ankle, she smirked, creating an air of mystery around what might come next.

Maintaining her composure, Kushina continued the sensual performance. She slowly extended her legs, crossing them with deliberate elegance. The fabric of the qipao followed the contours of her thighs, creating an alluring silhouette that left the crowd entranced. The men immediately noticed the lack of underwear. The revelation that she was commando underneath only added to excitement.

"She's not wearing anything underneath," muttered a man, catching the attention of the others.

"No way, she's so brave and bold," another man spoke.

"So, what's next?" Kushina asked playfully in a teasing tone, her voice filled with a purr, sending shivers down the men's spines. It didn't help that the hotpants were still dangling on one of her ankles.

As the charged atmosphere lingered, one middle aged noble from the crowd stepped forward, a confident smirk on his face. "How about A-rank pay for a more daring performance?" he suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"A performance ? I can do that" Kushina spoke, amused by the proposition, decided to play along. With a chuckle, Rising gracefully from her seat, she discarded the hotpants completely and cast a sly glance at the onlookers, her hips swaying with each deliberate step. The absence of hotpants revealed all of her legs in full glory. Qipao flaps only added to allure more.

Without missing a beat, Kushina added a subtle bend to her strides, accentuating the curves of her hips and ass. The crowd's fascination grew as the unexpected spectacle unfolded. Murmurs and whispers cascaded through the audience.

As she continued her impromptu performance, Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through her, the friction between her supple thighs creating an enticing sensation. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, adding to the allure of her exposed form.

Kushina decided to take it up a notch. With a teasing grace, she turned back to the crowd and bent herself, maintaining an air of sophistication while revealing more of her bare skin. The slits in her qipao offered tantalising glimpses of her smooth, unadorned thighs all bare from waist down. The subtle swell of her buttocks,she had stopped enough where flappers were at the edge of almost showcasing her most intimate place. 

The crowd, captivated by the sight, couldn't help but fixate on the intricate details of her voluptuous figure. They gasped and almost signed in disbelief that those wicked qipao flappers hid her ass and most importantly her snatch from their view. 

With a playful glint in her eye, Kushina decided to kick things up a notch. As she continued her playful display, as she walked back to the starting point she smirked at the crowd and kicked her hotpants that had been discarded earlier towards the crowd, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The discarded garment sailed through the air, landing amidst the audience, who responded eagerly with a few men bundling over one another to lay claim on them. Looking amused she took seat again crossing her legs.

"Ara, you all seem so excited about those. Keep in mind, those who get them will have to pay B-rank pay to keep them," she spoke mischievously, with seduction dripping in her voice.

"So, what's next?" she purred again, her violet eyes enthralling the crowd.

The charged atmosphere drew the attention of another wealthy individual from the intrigued crowd. This one looked almost like Gatou, with a similar suit, sunglasses, and the same rotund, midget-like body.

 A sly grin adorned his face as he stepped forward, offering another proposal, "How about five A-rank pay for a more interactive experience? I'm willing to make it worth your while, Kushina-sama."

Kushina, always one to embrace the unexpected, smirked at the tempting offer. "Well, if you're offering that much, who am I to decline? Let the game begin," she playfully responded, inviting him to join the impromptu performance.

With an eager nod, the daring midget approached her ready to escalate the spectacle. Kushina, the center of attention, stood confidently, anticipation gleaming in her eyes. The crowd, now hushed in suspense, eagerly awaited the unfolding scenario.

"Is she allowing him to touch her?" a man muttered.

"Man, I'm so jealous of rich men now," another muttered.

"I'm so lucky to be invited to this meeting today," another man muttered.

"This show is the best," another man muttered.

As the man reached ten steps away from her, Kushina leaned forward without bending her knees to compensate for the height difference with her new client. The bottom flaps of her qipao rose from the back, drawing the attention of the audience, as did the waist-high slits. However, it still somehow managed to protect her modesty. She smirked, fully aware of how it affected the crowd, and even swayed a little as she winked at the oncoming man who had just won the bid.

"So...what did you have in mind, sir?" she inquired with a sultry tone, maintaining eye contact with him.

In a bold move, the midget with a big grin on his face reached for the edges of Kushina's qipao, unbuttoning the collar area and opening the front of her daring clothing. She looked amused as she even bent a little more to give him better access.

With a teasing tug, the fabric surrendered, and the crowd gasped collectively, their eyes fixated on the revelation. In one smooth motion, the man began to tug the fabric, exposing her body to the eager gaze of the audience. As the qipao slid down her body, it revealed every inch of her voluptuous form in all its glory.

The delicate curve of her bosom invited lustful gazes, and the atmosphere crackled with an undeniable sensuality. As the material was pulled down, Kushina's breasts, adorned with pert pinkish nipples, were now on full display. They were large, standing proudly, seemingly unaffected by the forces of gravity. The audience's attention was captivated by the alluring sight before them.

"Damn" someone spoke as they let out a whistle.

The show continued as the qipao material descended further, uncovering her midriff and showcasing the smooth and toned expanse of her stomach, complete with a small and cute navel. 

The fabric continued its descent, unveiling the alluring curve of her hips, the slight swell of her pubic mound, adorned with a delicate strip of pubic hair that framed her slit. Her pussy, glistening with arousal, beckoned to the crowd, its pink folds holding an invitation to pleasure. 

The onlookers looked at an intimate view of her exquisite slit, the delicate folds, and the enticing suggestion of her entrance. 

The air was charged with a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation. The mesmerized audience couldn't believe their eyes, with hushed whispers and disbelief filling the air.

"Oh kami-sama, kill me now," a man whispered in awe.

"Is this a dream?" another spoke, unable to comprehend the tantalising display before him.

"Someone kick me; this has to be a dream," another man exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief. The unfolding spectacle had left him questioning reality.

Amused by the crowd's reaction, Kushina felt a wave of arousal coursing through her and felt getting more wet. But her current client wasn't done. Not stopping there, the midget beckoned her to turn around showcasing her half exposed ass. As the qipao continued its descent, her ass was now fully exposed, firm and round, it captivated men's attention, each cheek a testament to her undeniable allure. The gentle curve of her back led down to the soft swell of her buttocks, inviting the touch of eager hands. The men could trace and see slightly glistened lower lips as she bent over a little when the midget traced hand over her spine sending shivers down her spine, as the qipao finally pooled around her feet.

He patted her ass, signalling her to turn around again. Kushina, now standing naked as the day she was born, with only high heels, silver anklets on her feet, and earrings and a necklace as her sole accessories on her goddess-like body. She embraced the attention with a playful smirk enjoying the effect she was having on everyone. The midget who had initiated this daring act looked on with satisfaction, having received more than what he bargained for. He collected the qipao and walked back in the crowd. 

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, a bold voice pierced through the air, "How about Ten A-rank pay for touching you Kushina-sama?" A burly man with big muscles came forward dressed only in long loose hakama pants. She thought he may be some high ranking samurai or a guard at high position.

With a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, she said, "Of course, come if you are willing to pay that much," eager to tease and play with her admirers. For some reason Kushina didn't care that the man wore only pants, leaving his huge, sexily muscled, well-sculpted upper body on display.

Kushina shamelessly looked him up and down, gazing at him with the same lust-filled expressions the crowd was eyeing her nude, voluptuous body with.

'Finally, a muscular brute,' Kushina thought, biting her lower lip as she looked at him, having already felt heat going down her core . He had a body that looked like it was built by a master sculptor, thick and veiny arms, and a broad back not to mention hairless, well chiselled and muscular chest. She found his face familiar but was unable to associate it with anyone. That didn't stop her from finding him somewhat attractive and ogling his body though. Just the thought of having his hands on her was already making her wet, she licked her lips unconsciously.

As the generous benefactor, Big man made his way to the stage, his eyes ablaze with anticipation,He almost towered over her by two feet, she realized when they reached face to face. Kushina stood before him, nude and fully exposed before the eyes of all those present. Her body, a literal definition of desire. With a lust hazed mind , the man reached out, his big fingers trembling with excitement, and cupped her breasts in his hands. His touch was tentative at first, exploring the supple flesh with reverence.

"Damn, so lucky..." a man moaned in the crowd.

"Damn that rich samurai," another muttered.

"Fuck, this is wild," another muttered as he the spectacle unfolding.

"Ahh" a soft moan escaping her lips, Kushina arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his eager hands. His fingers danced across her skin, tracing the delicate curves of her nipples. With a teasing flick, he brushed his thumb over her hardened peaks, "ahhah" eliciting another gasp of pleasure from her lips.

Emboldened by her response, the big man leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from her hardened nipples. 

With a playful grin, Kushina taunted him, "Come on suck on them, you want them don't you? Ahh" she shuddered in moans from his touch, teasing him with the promise of pleasure yet to come. But just as his lips brushed against her skin, she held up a finger, halting his advance.

"Not so fast," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "That will cost you extra." she ended with a playful sadistic smirk.

She observed a visibly surprised reaction from the big man; she almost laughed at his expressions, it fuelled her lust more. It was as if she had taken a child's favourite toy. 

However, this elicited a strong reaction from the crowd, with shouts and bids ringing out.

"I'll pay Fifteen A-rank missions to suck your boobs!" shouted someone from the audience.

"I'll pay Twenty! and pieces of jewelry! To go for more" someone else shouted.

"I'll pay twenty-five A-rank missions to step on me like that servant!!!" another man offered.

"Fifty A-rank missions!!! for a private show." In the midst of the hectic bidding war, Yami, one of the duo of young men who had approached her, originally gave an offer that somehow stood out above the rest. 

"Of course, if you can pay that much," Kushina spoke as her violet eyes glinted in amusement. Yami intervened and threw blank cheques at her feet. She looked at the name of the guarantor and almost purred.

 "Well, well. It seems we have some big spenders tonight," she added with a sly smile, turning to the crowd. "It seems your luck has run out today. Those who have all bid successfully kindly send the payment to my quarters, You know where it is don't you ?" she purred and licked her lips, as the crowd eagerly nodded like hypnotised puppies. Turning back to the big burly man she patted his cheeks. "I hope you had a good time, sweetie. Perhaps we can meet again sometime." she said with a wink as her hand playfully teased his big hard on over his pants.

As she took a step away from the big man, The crowd booed in disappointment, obviously wanting more. 

"No Kushina-sama, we want more," the audience chanted.

Ignoring the crowd with a salacious smirk, she looked at the duo of young men. "Come on, my cuties, let's have some fun tonight," she said as she made a come-hither motion to the duo. The duo eagerly stood beside her, each taking a side.

As she turned, Jin and Yami, her companions to the private show tonight, looked back at the crowd and flipped them off causing them to booo more.

"Those lucky young rich bastards," one man shouted.

Smirking at the crowd, the young rich nobles walked alongside the nude redhead, their hands boldly placed on her ass, squeezing the soft, firm flesh. This brazen act earned them another round of curses from the not-so-amused crowd.

"Ahaa, have patience, cuties, ahann" Kushina spoke as she shuddered and released a sultry sigh.

Reaching a private room, she sat on the bed with both men looking at her with lust-filled expressions. The room's air was thick with desire, and the sexual tension heightened.She looked back at them with the same lust filled expressions. Not at them specifically, but at the pair of restless tents these insolent young men had in their pants. Those of which were pointed at the redhead. She licked her lips flamboyantly, spread her legs and said:"So, who's going to be first?" As she teasingly used her fingers to open her pussy lips...

And with that Kushina's eyes opened, as she sat on bed with a wet mark between legs "What the hell was that, that was so surreal" she spoke .

"No No you weren't supposed to wake up, It was my time to play in your dreams" the naughty cried .

'Thank log you awakened she was taking over everything' the moral voice in her head spoke.

She nodded the images from the dream still vividly playing on her mind. Looking at the clock it was already 4 am. 

"Better get up then sleep like this" she thought as she sighed.

TBC

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