Die Old Man Die!!!

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Sept 14, 2024

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To Be Hokage - Chapter 25 : Die Old Man Die!!!

It was morning, and Kushina was already at the Hokage Tower. On her way to the office, while saying good morning to the shinobis and kunoichis on duty, she was informed to her surprise that the old man was not yet in the office. Hiruzen was always early. Kushina could count on the fingers of her hands the times she arrived before him. It was already past 10 AM, so it was even more suspicious.

 'That damn old man is definitely scheming something,' she thought, as a smile morphing on her face. 'I definitely got him good,' she remembered, recalling his expression when he realized he had blown away all the documents he had carefully worked on.

She had arrived at her usual time, dressed in her typical black skirt suit with a white shirt underneath, paired with high heels that clicked with each step. The skirt was form-fitting and tight, accentuating her curves, with a small slit at the back that added both style and just a hint of sensuality. 

Kushina had opened the office door, and before she even took a step inside, she carefully inspected the place with her eyes. She looked at the desk in case there was something hidden there. She looked at the floor for any tampering or trip wires. She inspected the walls to see if there was anything irregular, even thinking if the color of the walls was the same color as the last time. She even took a second to look at the ceiling. She vaguely remembered that there was a secret passage there in case of emergencies. She checked for any genjutsu or illusion waved around the office to look like normal.

But she found nothing. Not with her eyes or any of her senses. She didn't even feel any chakra in the vicinity except those of shinobis and regular Anbus. 'Is there nothing?' she thought walking into the office as she kept looking for some trap, 'or is he just trying to get me to let my guard down?' she thought as she put her bag on the table and inspected the desk and chair again.

She relied on her Kunoichi skills to detect traps. But the old man wasn't Hokage for that long just because he was good with paperwork.

In the end Kushina resigned herself to finding nothing yet. She didn't want to look for traps that might not exist all morning. So she sat down at her desk and started working.

For the past hour or so, she had been catching up on the things that had happened in her absence. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she saw that she needed to head to the ambassador's office soon. After that, she had a meeting with Shikaku regarding her project. Then, as usual, she would spend some time in the archives.

Kushina sighed, thinking about the day ahead. She straightened her skirt, ensuring it sat perfectly, and adjusted her shirt, making sure she looked professional and composed. Her red hair was neatly tied back in a bun.

After gathering her documents, she headed out of the office, her heels clicking against the polished floors of the Hokage Tower. As she walked, she couldn't help but think about the events of the past few days. The memories of her trip to the hot springs village still lingered in her mind. For a moment, she thought about what people in Konoha would think if they saw her dressed in that hotpants and qipao outfit. It crossed her mind that her reputation would be greatly affected, and would cause her to be looked upon as some kind of pervert or the kind of Kunoichi who would entertain or seduce men, even though she was married, causing a slight blush to creep up her cheeks. 'Focus, Kushina,' she scolded herself, giving herself a mental slap, pushing those thoughts aside. 'I have work to do.'

Coming out of the tower, Kushina walked through the streets, greeting and nodding to people who acknowledged her. As she made her way to the ambassador, Motono-san's office, she mentally prepared herself for the meeting. She had some reservations about him, but the Fire Daimyo's support and finance were essential for her project. For that reason, the ambassador, who was supposed to be included in the loop of her plan, had to be kept content . He seemed interested in the project when she had talked to him last time, but she didn't like how she now had to give up her precious time to study some scrolls in his office.

Banishing negative thoughts from her mind, she reached the designated place. She smiled at the guards and passed through. She saw one of his servants notice her, then quickly run to the first floor. 'Definitely informing the ambassador about my arrival,' she thought.

Yukino was sitting at the reception desk as she reached the first floor. The kunoichi immediately noticed her, stood up, and bowed.

"Kushina-sama," Yukino spoke.

Kushina nodded and noticed the kunoichi was dressed in a similar outfit from last time, and this time around, the miniskirt had small slits on the sides as well, showing more of her skin.

"I will notify Motono-sama of your arrival," she said, then walked to the doors of the ambassador's office.

Kushina stood there, with a quizzical expression. 'Didn't that servant run to notify the ambassador?' she thought.

She turned as she heard footsteps coming from the hallway and saw the ambassador's nephew walking towards her. "Uzumaki-san," he greeted her. She saw the servant who had run standing behind him. The dots in her head quickly connected and she soon understood what had happened.

"It's nice to see you again" She nodded, not showing that she couldn't remember his name. 

. 'What was it? Akira? Akuna…' she tried remembering his name.

"Are you here to meet my uncle?" the young man asked.

"Yes, I need to meet him," she replied.

"Well, how about I give you a tour of this place before you go in? I hear my uncle offered you some scrolls written by my grandfather. I can also bring them in while you are on the tour," the young man offered.

'He can get me those scrolls? But wouldn't that be me bypassing Motono-san?' she thought.

She was prevented from answering as the ambassador came out of his office, followed by Yukino.

"Ah, Kushina-san, welcome again to my office," he greeted her, then turned to his nephew. "Akashi, what did I tell you about not bothering my guests?" he spoke in a stern voice.

"I was just offering Uzumaki-san a tour of this place. She came here last time, and you didn't even have the decency to give her a tour, Oji-san," Akashi replied.

"I will do that myself," Motono answered, glaring imaginarydaggers at his nephew. 'This piece of shit,' he thought, and then noticed his servant behind Akashi. 'So he told him,' he thought, vowing to punish this servant and make him remember who he serves.

Motono swallowed his irritation, regaining his composure to show his best face to the sexy redhead who was visiting him. "Kushina-san, your time is precious. Don't waste it here."

Kushina nodded and made her way to his office as he followed, not before throwing a smirk to his nephew. 'You can't have her, brat,' he thought, and then slammed the door in Akashi's face.

'This old man,' Akashi huffed before walking away.

As they walked into his office, Kushina took a seat opposite him as he took his large seat. "I heard you were not in Konoha for the last few days," the man spoke.

"Yes, I had some urgent mission outside Konoha," she answered.

"I hope everything went well," Motono asked.

"Yes," Kushina replied primly.

"I know you are here to study scrolls," he said, and she nodded. "You can take the last one you were reading from the shelves," he pointed to a new shelf full of scrolls. They were a fairly wide bookshelf, spanning almost the entire wall from corner to corner, and the same was filled with scrolls, almost fifty in total.

"This is new," she noted, realizing it was indeed new since the last time she had been here.

"Well, seeing you were interested in noble history and customs, I arranged for all rare and exclusive scrolls to be collected here," the ambassador replied, his voice filled with pride.

"So where is it?" she asked.

"Unfortunately, when the servants placed this here, they jumbled all the scrolls, and I was about to sort them out, but I couldn't because I'm having some back issues for the last few days," Motono said, feigning concern.

Kushina nodded politely in understanding, suppressing a sigh. 'This is going to take a little while,' she thought, seeing that there were almost fifty scrolls on the shelf. As she walked to the shelf that was directly placed in line with the ambassador's view, he watched her eagerly. 'I have deliberately placed the last scroll on the top shelf, and I'm told this shelf is the tallest one that could be fit in this office, with the top shelf at around 8 feet,' he thought, eagerly anticipating the view.

She began to search for the scroll, starting with the lower shelves. As she bent down, her tight, form-fitting skirt hugged her curves even more, and the slit at the back allowed just enough freedom for movement while giving Motono an unobstructed view of her pert ass. He watched intently, his eyes drinking in every detail. 'The slit gives a nice little peek, but if only that skirt was shorter…' he mused looking at the Uzumaki's round juicy butt. If she were Yukino, he wouldn't have hesitated to give it a good squeeze or even spanking before going for more.

Kushina scanned the lower shelves, her eyes moving from scroll to scroll. 'Where is it?' she wondered, growing slightly frustrated. She glanced up and finally spotted the scroll on the top shelf. 'Of course, it's on the top shelf,' she thought, rolling her eyes internally.

Kushina reached up, her fingers just barely reaching the second shelf. She stretched higher, standing on tiptoe, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her legs.

Motono hungrily devoured the sight before him. 'Delicious,' he thought.

'Ugh, it's useless, I can't reach it,' she thought, frustrated at not being able to grab that silly scroll. She had thought about jumping up and grabbing it, but decided that would not be appropriate considering she was in Motono's office with him present, and not on the training ground or at her own house. She looked around and spotted a small two-step ladder in one corner. She pulled it over, positioning it carefully before climbing up. As she ascended, her tight pencil skirt rode up her legs, revealing more and more of her smooth, toned thighs. The slit in the back of her skirt parted slightly, offering a teasing glimpse of more skin as she climbed. Motono watched with bated breath, the sight fueling his fantasies.

Kushina reached up, her fingers just barely brushing the scroll. She stretched higher, her skirt riding up even further. Motono was almost licking his lips. His patience and self-control was being tested as he was tempted to bend down to get a better view of his coveted prize. But the show was over early when Kushina finally managed to grab the scroll.

'Damn, if only she wore a skirt like Yukino's, I would have the perfect view,' he thought, imagining Kushina in Yukino's miniskirt. He remembered after placing the shelf, he had tested it on Yukino, asking her to give a 'demo.'

'And what a view it had been,' he thought.

She carefully climbed down the ladder, adjusting her skirt as she reached the floor. "Here it is," she said, turning back to face him, the scroll in her hands. She could see his eyes glinting and a smile on his face, but she ignored it.

"Excellent," Motono said, leaning back in his chair. "Please, have a seat and do your thing. If you need any clarifications, I'm here for whatever you need to know."

Kushina nodded and returned to her seat, opening the scroll and diving into the contents. She could feel Motono's eyes on her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on her work.

After sitting there for what seemed like an hour, Kushina decided to call it a day. She had noted down a few points, but her mind was elsewhere, drifting back to other concerns and thoughts. She still needed updates from Shikaku regarding her project, and despite her best efforts, she found it hard to concentrate on the scroll in front of her. Though she had absently made her way halfway through the scroll, she couldn't help but think as she read, 'These nobles definitely don't do anything out of generosity; there's always a hidden agenda.'

With a sigh, she closed the scroll, setting it aside carefully. She stood up, smoothing down her skirt and adjusting her blouse, before turning to face the ambassador.

"Motono-san, I must leave now. I have other duties at the Hokage Tower," she said with a polite smile.

"So early?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Yeah, I have some scheduled meetings," she lied smoothly, hoping he wouldn't press the matter further.

Motono's eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his tone light. "Well, at least allow me to give you a tour. As my nephew pointed out earlier, it wouldn't look good if I didn't provide you with a tour, especially since this is your second visit."

Kushina hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. But her thoughts quickly shifted back to the updates she needed from Shikaku. 'I need to know the status of my project to see if I need help from the daimyo for funding,' she thought. 'If the final number of applicants is low, then there's no point in me wasting time here. And it's a pilot project anyway,' she reasoned with herself 'Though chances of that happening are really low given last time I had seen the report.'.

She offered him a polite smile, shaking her head. "Maybe next time, when my schedule isn't so cluttered. I'll come again tomorrow," she replied.

Motono looked at her, his expression a mix of disappointment and understanding. "Well, as you wish. But do let me know if you require my services. And don't forget, I have arranged all these scrolls just for you," he replied.

"I will definitely keep that in mind," Kushina said.

She turned towards the door. The slit in her skirt parted slightly with each step, and Motno couldn't help his gaze to focus on her ass and legs. 'I'll not give up easily,' he thought.

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—-His breath hitched as the skirt stretched and rode up, revealing more of her thighs, the small slit playing its role perfectly. And then, there it was—the sight he had been waiting for. 

Kushina wasn't wearing any hose today, and his heart nearly stopped as he caught sight of her black panties. 'Hell yes!' he thought triumphantly, his eyes widening as he took in the view. Her well-built, toned thighs framed the sight perfectly, and though he strained to see more, the black fabric of her panties blocked any view of her most intimate areas. 'Damn, why couldn't she have worn different colored panties? Even any other fabric would have worked better than this plain cotton.'

He continued to stare, his eyes drinking in every detail, from the way the material of her skirt clung to her thighs to the slight curve of her mound beneath the panties. For a moment, he almost felt like he could reach out and touch her, his fingers itching to feel the smoothness of her skin. He pushed his hand forward, touching her knees and slowly trailing up her thighs. His fingers traced over the black fabric, and he could feel her shudder beneath his touch.

Shatter… and just like that his vision blurred.

"Baicho! Baicho, Baicho!" The sharp voice brought him back to reality. Baicho opened his eyes to see Haihuen's concerned face hovering above him.

"What do you want? I was having such a dream," he grumbled, scowling with annoyance. 'Why did he have to come now? I was so close,' he thought bitterly.

"What's got your nuts in a twist?" Shinsuke chimed in. "I thought you'd be delighted now that Kushina-sama is back."

"Yeah, you've been so infatuated with her that you visited her spot daily, even knowing she wasn't in the village," Haihuen added with a knowing smirk.

Baicho sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not that," he muttered, still annoyed that his dream had been interrupted.

"Is it about the picture failure from last time? But you should've known the camera wouldn't work in low light, and you were warned," Shinsuke reminded him. "But at least we got one good pic of her standing in that outfit."

That much was true. They had sent the film for development to Kento Shojo, their contact from R&D who had provided them with the small camera. The results would have been disappointing if not for the single image that developed successfully. It was stunning, capturing Kushina's ass in perfect focus, framed by the short skirt she had worn that day. It was a shame she had been wearing hose, but it was still an incredible shot. They had almost been caught when Baicho had pressed the button and the camera had made a loud click.

The other photos taken later were a total failure, thanks to Baicho's impatience and the low light. But one successful picture was enough to keep Kento happy. The trio had made copies, each keeping one for themselves, though they didn't like that Kento had also made a copy for himself. But they had no choice—Kento was the one who got them the device. They made him promise not to make any more copies and not to show the picture to anyone else. They knew that if Kushina ever got wind of it, they were done for.

Baicho shook his head, refocusing on his teammates. "I thought you would be happy that I just saw Kushina-sama enter the Hokage Tower again, and it's likely she'll be at the hotspot today," Haihuen supplied.

"Really?" Baicho asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah," Haihuen nodded.

"Come on, then! We have pictures to take, and this time I won't fail," Baicho grinned, a glint formed in his eyes as they made their way to the Archives library.

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Entering the gates of the Hokage Tower, Kushina realized it was already midday. The sun was high in the sky, casting its warm rays down onto the bustling village below. She sighed, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. 'That reading was such a waste of time. Now I have to deal with that lazy-ass,' she thought as she made her way through the tower.

Without pausing, she headed directly towards Shikaku's office. As she walked, shinobi and kunoichi alike parted to make way for her, acknowledging her presence with respectful nods. Kushina barely noticed, her mind already on the upcoming meeting.

When she reached the doors to Shikaku's office, she paused for a moment, hoping that the Jounin Commander would actually be inside his office today. 'He better not be out again,' she thought, her knuckles rapping sharply on the door.

It was a few seconds before she heard a voice from within, calling her to enter. As she stepped inside, the scent of tobacco immediately hit her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose slightly. 'He's definitely smoking in here again,' she noted, though she could also detect the faint scent of lavender room freshener. At least he had made some effort to mask the smell.

"Ah, I was assuming it was you. Troublesome," Shikaku muttered in a low voice, his eyes briefly flicking up to meet hers as she entered. He had his usual laid-back demeanor, leaning back in his chair with a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips.

"What was that?" Kushina asked, raising an eyebrow at his comment.

"Nothing, just nothing. Welcome back to Konoha, Uzumaki-san," Shikaku replied, quickly straightening up, his tone more formal as he tried to cover his earlier slip.

She nodded, accepting his greeting as he continued, "I heard about your successful diplomatic mission in the hot springs. Congratulations on that."

"Thank you, Shikaku-san. Well, you would have already known why I'm here then," she replied, cutting straight to the point. She wasn't in the mood for idle chatter.

"Yeah, you're here for that troublesome project of yours, aren't you?" he said, the word "troublesome" slipping out again, this time with a hint of a smirk.

Kushina frowned slightly, feeling a spark of annoyance at his choice of words. "Yes, I'm here for it. And it's not troublesome," she retorted, a bit of irritation creeping into her voice.

Shikaku's sharp eyes noticed the slight twitch of her lips,and her slightly annoyed look.. Dressed in that tight black skirt suit, her form was hard to ignore. He quickly averted his gaze, trying not to let his attention linger on her figure

He sighed internally, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "troublesome," but he quickly continued, "You'll be happy to know registrations have been closed, and we had a total of 7,568 applicants. After evaluations, 6,279 applicants remain."

Kushina's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That many, huh," she replied, impressed. That was more than she had expected, even after the initial pruning. 'It's more than the double since last update '

"Yeah. And as Hokage-sama would have told you already, we have funds for this time closed and locked. I hope you make the most of this opportunity with whatever you're planning to do with this troublesome exam," Shikaku added, his tone a mix of sarcasm and genuine concern.

Her eyes widened slightly. While the old man had mentioned the funds being secured, hearing it confirmed from Shikaku was another thing entirely. "Thank you, Shikaku-san," she replied sincerely. 'Now I'll have to get Motono-san to agree and get the Fire Daimyo to sponsor this,' she thought. 'If the number of applicants is high, it's worth pushing forward.'

"No need to thank me. Now that you're back, I'll send all the details for the exam, along with the format we've proposed and the invigilators that will be involved. I'll have them sent to your office by evening," he assured her.

"That will be good, Shikaku-san. Thank you for looking after it in my absence," she replied, her tone softening slightly. Then a playful smirk formed on her face. "I'll be sure to put a good word about this in Yoshino's ears for sure."

Shikaku's face paled visibly, his usual calm demeanor slipping. "Ahh, no need. She doesn't need to know I can be that proactive. She's already troublesome enough as it is," he stammered, clearly flustered.

Kushina giggled at his reaction. "Just this time, I'll forget you called her troublesome," she teased.

Shikaku let out a sigh of relief, glad to have dodged that particular shot. Then he quickly changed the topic, trying to regain his composure. "You know, I'm quite surprised. Despite this being a pilot project, there were so many applicants," Shikaku remarked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, everyone wants to be promoted to the first string," Kushina added, her own smile returning.

"Huh, such a shame. In my opinion, they're losing such a wonderful spot in the second line. They don't have to do anything and just handle simple office jobs. No troublesome meetings, no troublesome missions, no hearing others complain," the man began to babble, his tone lightening as he shared his rather unconventional views.

"Oh, are you interested in moving to the second string?" she asked playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm sure I can arrange that," she added, watching with satisfaction as he started to sweat.

"No, I'm good here," he replied quickly, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"It was good to see you, Shikaku. Send my regards to Yoshino" she said with a chuckle, turning to leave the room.

As she walked out, Shikaku let out another sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Damn, that was troublesome. She would have really done it if I hadn't stopped her,' he thought, imagining himself stuck doing lame office jobs. 'It wouldn't be so bad at the office, It would have been relaxing as well' he mused briefly, picturing himself lounging around all day. But then the image of an angered Yoshino popped into his mind, and he quickly shook his head. 'But I'd probably be kicked out of the house,' he concluded.

"Troublesome," he muttered, leaning back in his chair.

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After having lunch, Kushina entered the Hokage Tower again, her senses on high alert. The corridors were unusually quiet, and there were no chunin in sight. 'The old man is definitely up to something,' she thought, keeping her mind's eye, Kagura, wide open. She vividly remembered how he had spanked her the last time, Her face reddened at memory 'I won't allow that to happen again and I will definitely get him back for it'. Her face formed a grin, having the old man spanked by her.

But she quickly suppressed those thoughts, focusing instead on the current situation. She could sense him sitting in his usual spot in the Hokage office. Then she noticed something... 'So that's your plan, old man, huh? Too bad I'm your opponent, and this time I won't lose focus,' she thought as she walked slowly towards the office. On her way, she pulled from her bag a seal paper in which Kushina had stored useful things for this new encounter with Hiruzen.

The doors opened, and as soon as Kushina stepped in, a bucket filled with colorful paint dropped from above. She quickly dodged it without any problems with a shunshin, appearing near the window in the blink of an eye, with such grace that she seemed to be wearing ninja combat sandals instead of high heels.

"Huh, that was it, old man? So lame. I'm sure even your toddler of a grandchild could do better than that," she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips.

But the smirk on Sandaime's face didn't waver, and that set off alarms in her mind. Just as she was to move again, she felt the seals activate beneath her. 'Shit, he predicted how I'd dodge and planted these seals beforehand,' she thought, a flicker of panic in her chest as she felt herself being frozen in place. With her skills, Kushina could break the seal in an instant if it were a standard version. But her inability to do so showed that Hiruzen had gone for something more customised.

"Got you, Kushi-chan. Or should I say Tom-ato-chan?" Sandaime teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Kushina's face reddened with rage, but then she smirked right back at him. "Got who, old man?" she asked, her voice dripping with confidence.

Sandaime's eyes widened as he saw Kushina's form flicker and then turn into smoke. "Kage Bunshin, huh?" he muttered, realizing he had been duped. Before he could react, he noticed a sudden movement in his peripheral vision, and that something was thrown at him from the door.

"Got you this time!" her voice rang out, though he still couldn't see her.

Hiruzen blocked with his arm what would have been what Kushina threw at him, only to realise belatedly that the spherical thing he had hit was a smoke bomb. The impact activated it, and in the next instant a plume of red smoke formed around him and enveloped him completely. Kushina walked towards him from the door again, her steps confident. A ninja fanny pack full of ninja artifacts was strapped to her hip. But just as she neared the smoke, she felt his chakra vanish and then reappear outside the window. Her eyes widened in surprise. 'What was that? Substitution? No, it can't be. Was it teleportation?' she thought, her mind racing.

There was a gust of wind as the smoke cleared from the room, revealing Sandaime standing at the window, a triumphant smirk on his face and an open trap door in the ceiling that he had used to escape.

Kushina narrowed her eyes. "You're getting rusty, old man. Can't even dodge a smoke bomb properly," she taunted, her voice filled with mockery.

"Rusty? Me? I was just warming up, Kushi-chan. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't just a smoke bomb" Sandaime replied, his smirk never leaving his face.

Kushina laughed softly, but her mind was already calculating her next move. ' I need to be quick and precise if I want to catch him off guard. He may be as slippery as that snake student of his' she thought.

 "Let's see how warm you are then," she challenged, forming another hand seal.

This time, a puff of smoke appeared beside her, and a clone materialized. "You deal with his tricks, and I'll go for the real one," she instructed her clone with a whisper, having sensed another sandaime hiding in the room.

The clone nodded and soon picked up a pen from the table and threw it like a kunai at the wall next to the door.

The pen bolted straight and fast towards a seemingly harmless wall. only for a piece of the human-shaped wall to move to dodge the pen that stuck dryly where his head used to be.

The second Hiruzen's camouflage jutsu unravelled like an illusion as he stood guard against Kushina's newly made clone, who charged at Sandaime, launching a series of quick attacks, forcing him to defend. Meanwhile, real Kushina slipped out of the room, moving silently through the corridors. "The old man is no fool; he anticipated that I would go for him head-on, but what if I approached him from behind?" her lips curved into a confident smile as she formed a cross with her fingers and concentrated chakra. 

Sandaime, dealing with the clone's relentless assault, noticed the real Kushina's chakra signature moving away. 'Trying to flank me, huh? Let's see how well that works,' he thought, a plan forming in his mind. He quickly dispatched the clone with a well-placed strike in the jaw, but a second before the clone dispersed, she dropped something similar to marbles that triggered a small series of smoke bombs that filled the room once again.

Using the cover of smoke, Clone Sandaime created a clone of his own. "You handle her from here," he instructed the clone before disappearing.

Kushina, meanwhile, had circled back to the office, approaching from a different angle. She peeked through the window, her eyes narrowing as she saw the clone standing inside, seemingly waiting for her. 'Nice try, old man, but I'm not falling for that,' she thought, a grin forming on her lips as she reached into her fanny pack.

In one swift motion, Kushina opened the window wide and threw a kunai. The clone jumped to guard when he heard the window open, but the smoke had prevented him from seeing the kunai that had been thrown at his feet. The kunai had a paper seal attached to it, the engraving of which lit up for a second before fading and being redrawn on the ground on a larger scale at the clone's feet in a blink of an eye. One of Kushina's specialties.

Just as Hiruzen had trapped and immobilized Kushina with a seal, now she had done the same to him.

She slipped back into the room, landing near the clone. With a swift movement, she made him disappear with a punch in the face. 'Too easy,' she thought, but her victory was short-lived as she sensed movement above her.

Another Sandaime dropped down from the ceiling, aiming to catch her off guard, but Kushina had anticipated this. She again dodged to the side just in time using a shunshin, reappearing by the door. "Almost got me, old man," she said, grinning as she watched him land where she had just been standing. If it wasn't for the fact that she was wearing a skirt, Kushina was sure she could have met him with a kick.

"Almost? I was just testing your reflexes," Sandaime shot back, his tone teasing. But he was impressed—Kushina had grown more skilled, more troublesome.

As the battle of pranks continued within the Hokage Office, the real Kushina had already made her way to the roof. Her senses were on full alert, scanning for any traps that the old man might have laid out for her. She was determined not to fall for any of his tricks this time.

"Ah, so Kushina-chan, you made it here," came the familiar voice of the Sandaime Hokage. She looked up to see him standing near the edge to the rooftop with back towards her looking at the village, a pipe in his hand, puffing out smoke leisurely as if the person who just appeared on the roof was a simple academy girl who wanted to challenge him to a duel instead of a dangerous S ranked Kunoichi who was hell bent to beat shit out of him. She would have been irked if not for a clone facing her standing besides him—she recognized it as the same one that had escaped from the office earlier. 'So he had the clone move here, must have made it with more chakra' she thought, her mind calculating the next move.

"So, what is it, old man? Ready to surrender?" she asked, a confident smirk on her face.

"Surrender? Why would I surrender, Kushi-chan?" Hiruzen turned and smirked back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Kushina took that as a challenge and struck a fighting pose. But Hiruzen did nothing, Instead he exhaled more smoke before speaking again.

 "Look, we could do this all day and still get nowhere. And I'm sure you have work to do, just as I do," he added, his tone shifting to a more serious one.

Kushina narrowed her eyes slightly, not lowering her guard. "So, what do you propose?"

"How about we call these pranks off for today and focus on our duties?" Hiruzen suggested, raising a hand to stop her before she could retort. "We can have a spar tomorrow instead."

"A spar, you say?" Kushina's grin widened, the prospect of a sparring match with the old man again lighting up her eyes. "Well, since you're the one proposing the spar, that means I get to choose the venue and the type of spar, right?"

"Of course, that's what we agreed on," Hiruzen replied, his smirk deepening.

"Then you've got a deal, old man. We'll spar tomorrow morning at 8:30 in my compound, after Naruto and Karin-chan leave for the academy," Kushina announced eagerly.

'Alone with her at her home,' Hiruzen thought, his pervy mind already concocting various scenarios. A grin spread across his face, not that Kushina could tell it was a perverse grin.

"What are you grinning about?" Kushina asked, taken aback by the look on his face. "I'll wipe that grin off your face tomorrow when I present the rules of the spar," she added, annoyed at the way he seemed to be handling her challenge so nonchalantly. 'I'll make you take me seriously, old man,' she thought.

"I'll be there, Kushina-chan," Hiruzen replied as he dispersed his clones, including the one in the office. His eyes widened slightly as memories from the clones flooded back into his mind, bringing a smirk to his lips. 'Damn I could have waited few more moments'

Kushina did the same, but as she undid the clone, her eyes widened and her face turned red. 'Why did my clone have to taunt him instead of keeping him fighting?' she thought, quickening her steps as her face reddened further. She turned and made her way back inside the tower, not noticing how Sandaime's attention was focused on her swinging ass as she walked away.

"Can't wait to touch you and spank you again," he muttered to himself with a grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

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A Few Moments Earlier: The Clone Battle in the Office

In the Hokage's office, the clones of Sandaime and Kushina were locked in a battle of their own. 

"I'll spank you, old man!" clone Kushina shouted as she lunged at clone Hiruzen, her eyes blazing with determination.

"Oh? You will, will you? You'll have to catch me first!" clone Hiruzen taunted, swiftly moving out of her range with a teasing grin on his face.

"When I get my hands on you, I'll pull down your pants and smack your bare ass!" clone Kushina threatened, her tone laced with both challenge and irritation.

"Is that a challenge or an invitation?" clone Hiruzen retorted with a smirk, loosening his pants and turning to face her, revealing his fundoshi-covered ass.

Clone Kushina paused for a moment, caught off guard by his sudden act. Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could react, another clone of Hiruzen appeared behind her, quickly and skillfully tying her wrists in ninja wire that he hid in the office, immobilizing with one hand and grabbing her ass with the other.

"Let's see how you like being spanked… this time on your bare ass," clone Hiruzen said with a smug grin as he pulled up his pants, walking towards now a struggling clone Kushina.

"Nooo!" clone Kushina protested, feeling her skirt being pulled up. She was about to use chains when the original Kushina's command made her disappear.

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On the stairs leading back into the tower, the real Kushina's face was still irritated and flushed red. 'That damn old man even has perverse clones like him! And he was so crass, showing his wrinkled ass like that,' she thought gnashing his teeth in frustration, the image of his white fundoshi-covered ass flashing in her mind. 'I need to get rid of that memory. Ew, think of something else, Kushina!' she told herself, quickly imagining Minato's naked tushi instead. "Yeah!, thats better!" she thought still angry 

'I have to say, he's quite clever, isn't he, that old man?' she admitted grudgingly. 'I wonder how it would have felt to be spanked on bare skin…mmm,' her inner naughty voice purred, teasing her with the thought.

"Shut up," both her moral voice and Kushina herself snapped simultaneously, shaking her head to clear the thought as she continued on her way. 

'Tomorrow, old man. Tomorrow, you'll regret messing with me,' she promised herself as she made her way back to her duties.

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After agreeing to the spar with the old man, Kushina made her way to the archives library. As she walked through the corridors of the Hokage Tower, shinobis greeted her with respect, and she returned their greetings with a nod and a smile. Her mind, however, was preoccupied with the details of the project Shikaku had mentioned earlier.

'6279... that's a lot of applicants,' she thought as she made her way to her usual spot in the library. 'That means 2093 teams need to be formed, even for those who don't have teams.' The sheer number of participants was daunting, but Kushina relished the challenge. She was determined to make this project a success.

She reached her spot, a quiet corner of the library where she could focus. Kushina settled into her seat, unrolling a few scrolls in front of her. But despite her best efforts, her mind kept drifting back to the numbers.

'I also need to give some special preparation to the team I've personally selected,' she mused, thinking of Yoko Watane, Takahiro Kamano, and Ryoichi Ikasume—the first team to enter. 'They'll need to be ready for anything. And the first task... it needs to be something that prunes out most of these entrants. It has to be challenging, something that tests their skills and resilience right from the start.'

Kushina's was deep in planning mode, her fingers absently tracing the characters on the scroll in front of her. She was envisioning the trials, the obstacles, and the strategy required to make this project not only successful but also a true test of the shinobi who participated. 'Guess I will also see what Shikaku and others have suggested' she thought.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, the trio of Baicho, Haihuen, and Shinsuke were already in the library, watching her from a distance. They had seen her entering and had been biding their time, waiting for the right moment to put their plan into action. The way the other shinobis had greeted her only fueled their excitement. She was respected and admired by so many, but to them, she was the object of a different kind of admiration. They wanted to pray on her body.

"You know the plan, right? We need to move her somewhere with more light," Baicho whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.

"Yes, we ask her for some explanation on some text based on some scrolls and books for help for the upcoming exam," Haihuen added, nodding along.

"Then we lead her to the well-lit section," Shinsuke chimed in, They had already mapped out the best spots in the library for their plan.

"You'll distract her with the scrolls, and I'll click the pics," Baicho concluded, a grin spreading across his face. 

The trio was ready; they had rehearsed this plan in their heads countless times, as if it were an S-rank mission. Now, with Kushina in the library and seemingly engrossed in her work, they felt the time was right to make their move.

With a final nod to each other, they began to approach her, their excitement barely contained as they neared their unsuspecting target.

The trio moved silently, each step bringing them closer to where Kushina sat, her focus still on the scrolls spread out before her. As they approached, Baicho could barely contain his excitement. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with anticipation of what was about to unfold.

Baicho, Haihuen, and Shinsuke were nervously excited as they put their plan into action. They knew they had to be careful—one wrong move, and they could get caught. The small camera Baicho had hidden in his sleeve was discreet, but its limited range meant he couldn't exactly see what he was capturing. It was a risk, but one they were willing to take.

As they approached Kushina, she was deeply engrossed in the scrolls before her, her mind clearly occupied with other matters. Haihuen was the first to break the silence. "Kushina-sama," he called out, his voice measured and respectful, "we were wondering if you could help us with some of these scrolls."

Kushina looked up, her expression narrowed as she recognized the trio. "Of course," she replied, setting aside her own work. "What seems to be the problem?"

Shinsuke quickly presented one of the scrolls they had brought as a prop. "We're having trouble understanding some of the text. We thought it would be best to ask you for clarification."

Kushina nodded, her focus shifting entirely to the scroll in Shinsuke's hands. "Let me see," she said.

Haihuen seized the moment, taking a step back as if to survey the area.. "Actually, Kushina-sama," he interjected smoothly, "perhaps it would be easier if we moved to a better-lit section of the library. That way, you can see the text more clearly, and we can understand your explanation better."

Kushina thought for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. The lighting here isn't the best for reading fine details. Let's move to the section with more illumination.," she agreed, already gathering the scrolls she had been working on.

The trio followed her, exchanging quick, excited glances. Baicho, in particular, was trying to keep his excitement in check as he carefully adjusted the camera in his sleeve. The lighting in this part of the library would make the images clearer, even if he couldn't see exactly what the camera was capturing.

As they reached a better lit area, Kushina laid out the scrolls on a large table, her attention momentarily diverted as she explained the contents to them. "So, what exactly is confusing you?" she asked, looking up at them, completely unaware of their true intentions.Luckily for them the area was devoid of any shinobi as of now.

Haihuen and Shinsuke leaned in, pretending to listen intently as she began her explanation, while Baicho subtly reached into his pouch, pulling out a small, discreet camera that he had carefully hidden. His hands were shaking slightly with excitement, but he forced himself to remain calm.

Kushina was completely focused on the scroll, her fingers tracing the text as she explained it in detail. "This part here," she said, pointing to a specific section, "talks about the formation of chakra networks. It's important to understand the flow and how it connects to your jutsu—"

Baicho's hand moved quickly, clicking the camera's button as it captured the image of her leaning forward, the sunlight perfectly illuminating her form. The tight, form-fitting skirt she wore clung to her curves, the small slit at the back giving just a hint of the skin beneath. The camera captured it all, unnoticed by Kushina as she continued her explanation.

Haihuen and Shinsuke kept her engaged, nodding along as if they were genuinely interested in what she was saying. They threw in a question here and there, just enough to keep her distracted, while Baicho continued to snap photos from different angles, his confidence growing with each snap.

As Kushina leaned over the table to examine the scroll, her knee-length skirt shifted slightly, but nothing too revealing. Still, Baicho knew that with the right angle, he might be able to capture a glimpse of something more. Finally taking out some of his courage, he positioned his hands slightly lower than the table, making sure the camera's lens was facing up toward her legs between her skirt.

Kushina continued explaining the scroll's content, unaware of the trio's true intentions. "This section here," she pointed out, "is discussing the fundamentals of chakra control. It's crucial to understand this before moving on to more advanced techniques."

Baicho carefully aimed the camera, his hand shaking slightly from the nerves. He wasn't sure what the camera would capture, but he knew that the position was just right for an upskirt shot. Given the length of her skirt, it wasn't guaranteed that anything revealing would be visible, but the thought of even a partial glimpse was thrilling enough.'And this thrill is like adrenaline' he thought

The camera clicked quietly as it captured images of her legs from below. The skirt, though around knee-length, was tight enough to cling to her form, but the movement of her shifting weight as she pointed to the scroll caused it to drape in ways that might offer a subtle temptation between her legs from the camera.

"Now, what you need to remember," Kushina continued, "is that chakra control is the basis for all ninjutsu. If your control is weak, it will affect everything else you try to do."

Haihuen and Shinsuke nodded along, keeping her engaged in conversation while Baicho discreetly took more shots. Each time she moved, he clicked the button, hoping that the camera might catch a glimpse up her skirt, or at the very least, a shot of her legs that would be worth sharing later. 

Kushina adjusted her posture again, causing her tight, form-fitting skirt to ride up slightly. The slit at the back parted slightly giving a glimpse of her thighs, and Baicho quickly snapped another photo, doing his best to hide his excitement. The camera was small and couldn't capture every detail, but he knew that with each click, there was a chance he might capture something truly thrilling.

As Kushina leaned slightly to one side, Baicho's eyes locked onto the hem of her skirt. He clicked the button again as he adjusted his hand making sure not to accidentally touch her, holding his breath. 

'Come on, just a little more,' he thought, his pulse quickening. He knew that even if the camera didn't capture a full view up her skirt, there was still the possibility of getting a glimpse of her panties. But what he truly hoped for, the ultimate prize, was a malfunction—a moment where her panties might shift or reveal the treasure under them, offering him a glorious shot of her pussy.

As Kushina shifted again, unaware of the activities, she focused on explaining scroll to the trio thinking they truly needed help. In her mind her program was made for shinobis like these who had ambition but lacked guidance . Baicho snapped another shot, his hands trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and nerves. The thought of what he might capture made his mouth dry. 'Please, let it be a good one,' he thought as he continued to click the button as inconspicuous as possible, each clicking a silent prayer for the perfect picture.

After several minutes, Kushina straightened up, her explanation complete. She smiled at them, clearly pleased that she had been able to help. "Do you understand it better now?" she asked, her voice warm and patient.

"Yes, Kushina-sama, thank you so much!" Shinsuke replied, grateful that their distraction had worked.

"Good," she replied, completely unaware of their true motives. "Make sure to study these sections carefully."

The trio nodded enthusiastically, bowing slightly before making their excuses and leaving the library. As soon as they were out of sight, Baicho exhaled, the tension finally leaving his body.

"We did it," he whispered, barely able to contain his excitement. "I can't wait to see what we got."

Haihuen and Shinsuke exchanged grins, eager to check out the images later. They had pulled it off without raising too much suspicion, and now they had the pictures to prove it.

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As the trio were making their way out of the library, feeling victorious about their little escapade, they suddenly collided with Ryoichi, the chūnin who had been assigned to assist Kushina.

"Ryoichi-san!" they exclaimed in unison, trying to mask their surprise and nervousness.

Ryoichi looked down at the small device that had fallen from Baicho's sleeve during the collision. His eyes narrowed as he bent down to pick it up. "Oh, what do we have here?" he asked, his tone curious but with a hint of suspicion as he examined the device.

"Oh, it's nothing," Haihuen quickly interjected, his voice a little too eager. "It's just a gift from Shinsuke!" He shot a quick glance at Shinsuke, silently urging him to back up the story.

Ryoichi eyed the device carefully, turning it over in his hands. "A gift, you say?" he repeated, clearly unconvinced. "This looks like some type of lens... What is this exactly?" His eyes flicked back to the trio, his suspicion growing.

Baicho swallowed hard, trying to think quickly. "Ah, you got us!" he said with a forced laugh. "It's actually like a little torchlight. The lens just focuses the light better. Nothing special, really."

"A torchlight, huh?" Ryoichi questioned, still not entirely buying it. He continued to examine the device, his fingers brushing over the various buttons and mechanisms. "How does it work?"

Shinsuke, thinking fast, snatched the camera back and gave a sheepish smile. "It's out of batteries, unfortunately," he said, pressing the button that didn't trigger the camera. "But usually, you just press this button, and bam! It lights up."

Ryoichi nodded slowly, still not entirely convinced but willing to play along for now. "Interesting... Where did you get it?" he asked as he again took the camera from Shinsuke's hands, directing his question towards Haihuen.

"I asked a friend to buy it for me from a nearby town of Yukihana," Haihuen replied, hoping the name of the town would make the story more believable.

"Nice, nice," Ryoichi said, though his tone indicated he wasn't completely satisfied with their explanation. As he continued to inspect the device, his fingers brushed against another button. Before they could stop him, he pressed it.

A soft click echoed from the device.

"What does this button do?" Ryoichi asked, as he looked at the trio.

The color drained from Baicho's face, and the other two quickly shared nervous glances. "Uh... that's, um... It's just... well, it's—" Baicho stammered, desperately trying to come up with a plausible excuse.

"It's for the battery!" Shinsuke quickly interjected, snatching the device from Ryoichi's hand. "I'll have to get a new one."

Ryoichi raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Oh, I see," he said, though the doubt was still evident in his tone. He gave the trio a pointed look. "Well,I was searching for you, you all need to report to me for archive cleaning in an hour."

The trio groaned in unison, realizing they had a mission with him. Ryoichi nodded, and started to walk away before turning again "And no slacking I want you all three in an hour"

"Hai" , three of them shouted.

As soon as Ryoichi was out of earshot, Baicho snatched the device back from Shinsuke. 

"That was close," Haihuen muttered, still feeling the adrenaline from the encounter.

"Damn it!" Baicho cursed, his eyes wide with horror as he inspected the device.

"What?" Shinsuke and Haihuen asked in unison.

"He ruined it," Baicho said, his voice trembling slightly as he opened the film scroll box. "He exposed the film when he pressed the button."

"Nooo," the other two groaned, realizing the implications.

"Damn it," Baicho repeated, his frustration mounting. "I'll send it to Kento and see if it's ruined or if it's salvageable."

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It was evening, and the Uzumaki household was quiet. After a simple dinner with Naruto and Karin, Kushina had tucked the kids into bed and decided to indulge in some relaxation. The day had been long and filled with various responsibilities—from handling the intricate details of her project, Then meeting with the ambassador and Shikaku to dealing with the antics of the excited shinobis from the second string that had approached her. 

The thought of the upcoming spar with the old man added excitement to her already occupied mind.

She made her way to the basement, where the private onsen awaited. The onsen had always been her sanctuary, a place where she could unwind and let go of the stresses of the day. Entering the adjoining changing room, she quickly discarded her clothes, leaving only a small towel wrapped around her body. The small towel was snug, barely covering her voluptuous body, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed the slight flush on her cheeks.

Stepping into the onsen room, she felt the comforting steam envelope her. As the lights turned on the soft glow of the lanterns reflected off the still water. Walking to the edge of the pool. She dipped her toes into the water, testing the temperature before dipping her legs till calves fully. The warmth immediately began to soothe muscles of her calves, and she sighed in contentment.

Her gaze then fell upon a small glass bottle she had bought with her and had placed on the edge of the onsen. The gift from the Fire Daimyo and his wife. The bottle contained a special oil, its contents gleaming under the light. 'What's so special about this oil?' she wondered, picking it up and examining it closely. The scent was familiar and enticing, a blend of floral and woody notes that immediately hit her nose. And she closed her eyes seemingly lost in aroma. 'He didn't lie, it does smell wonderful remembering Akari had used the same oil on her during her first day.' She thought as she remembered the massage given by the attendant. 

Curiosity satisfied, she decided to try it. She stood up and unwrapped the towel from her body, letting it fall to the floor, and leaving her nude, the cool air brushing against her skin. She uncapped the bottle and poured a few drops of the oil into her palm. It was rich and smooth, spreading easily as she rubbed her hands together.

Starting with her navel, she applied the oil in slow, circular motions, feeling the warmth of it seeping into her skin. She moved upwards to her collarbone and neck, the scent growing stronger as it mixed with the heat of her body. Her hands then traveled to her breasts, gently massaging the oil into her skin, feeling the way it made her body glisten in the soft light. The oil made her skin feel soft, almost like silk, and she couldn't help but feel a slight tingle as she continued.

She spread the oil over her arms and forearms, savoring the sensation as it absorbed quickly, leaving no residue, just a lingering scent that seemed to wrap around her. Moving down to her thighs, she noticed the smoothness of her skin after application of oil, making every touch more pronounced. Finally she moved and applied her oil covered hands over her mound between her legs, she felt a pleasurable shudder as she did that.

'I don't know what's in this oil, but it feels as amazing as it smells,' she thought, finding herself slightly lost in the aroma. There was something about the scent—something calming yet stimulating—that made her feel at ease yet awakened at the same time . It wanted her to lose all problems in the world and just relax..

Finally, she dipped into the onsen, allowing the warmth of the water to envelop her. The heat combined with the fragrant oil was a perfect mix, and she let out a contented sigh as she leaned back against the edge, letting her body relax completely. 

As she settled into the water, her thoughts drifted to the events of the day. The meeting with Shikaku had gone well—better than she had expected, in fact. '6279 applicants... That's more than I anticipated,' she mused, the number still surprising her. 'I'll have to make sure the first task is challenging enough to trim that number down. I've also got to ensure that this is the best damn pilot program so that the next round can secure easy funding.'

As she was thinking, her gaze lingered on her breasts that stood afloat over the water. Her hands grabbed them as she felt her hardened nipples, her hands instinctively pinching them softly.

"Ah," a moan escaped her mouth. 'They are more sensitive than usual,' she thought. What she didn't know was that it was likely due to the oil as it started working on her as it seeped into her skin.

Her fingers slowly traced around her nipples, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as the pleasure coursed through her. 'What's happening?' she wondered, her mind growing hazy as she pinched her nipples again, feeling them harden under her touch.

The oil, which was more potent and concentrated than the one used by Akari on her, was definitely doing something—something she wasn't aware of but found herself enjoying nonetheless. As her hands wandered over her body, she marveled at how every touch seemed to ignite a new flame of pleasure within her. Her thoughts, once occupied with the day's events, were now a blurred mix of pleasure and contentment.

'Whatever it is, it feels good, doesn't it?' her naughty voice purred.

'Come on, Kushina, we have a spar tomorrow. We can't be doing this tonight,' the moral voice spoke.

'Which is why we need to release all this built-up frustration,' the naughty voice countered, its tone seductive.

'It's just a lame excuse. We are stronger than this. We can't lose to our impulses,' the moral voice insisted, though it was growing weaker.

'What do you know about impulses? We aren't losing to them—we're taking care of them,' the naughty voice whispered, coaxing her further.

'Yeah, we're taking care of impulses,' Kushina agreed, her mind slowly succumbing to the desires that were rising within her as she felt herself agreeing to her naughty self.

'Imagine if these impulses come during the spar? Then we would lose,' her naughty voice supplied, stoking the flames further.

'That won't—' her moral voice began, but it was cut off as Kushina's hand slowly trailed down from her breasts. Her fingers brushed lightly over her stomach, tracing the curve of her waist as she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. The warmth of the water combined with the effects of the oil made every touch feel electrifying, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel urges building up inside her—urges she usually managed to keep at bay, but tonight, she couldn't resist exploring further.

Her hand moved lower, and she felt the heat pooling between her legs. Her fingers hovered for a moment just above her mound, feeling the soft skin and her neatly trimmed pubic hair, before they ventured lower, gently parting her folds. The moment her fingers brushed against her lower lips, a wave of pleasure surged through her, causing her to gasp aloud.

"Ah... ahem," she moaned softly, biting her lip as she tried to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape her.

Her fingers moved slowly at first, tracing the outline of her entrance before moving up to her clit. The moment she touched it, a jolt of pleasure shot through her body, causing her to arch her back slightly, the sensation overwhelming her. It was much stronger than she had anticipated, and she couldn't help but let out another soft moan.

"Ah... ahem..." Her breathing was getting deeper and deeper as her excitement grew and her heart was beating faster and harder. Her breathing was a mixture of gasps and moans. 

Kushina's other hand continued to play with her breasts, her fingers teasing and pinching her nipples, which had grown even harder under her touch. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, her body reacting to every caress, every touch as though it were the first time. The oil had heightened her senses to a level she had never experienced before, making every movement feel more intense, more pleasurable.

Her fingers began to move faster, circling her clit in slow, deliberate motions, building up the tension inside her. The heat between her legs grew, and she could feel the wetness pooling around her fingers despite being inside the water as her arousal increased. She bit her lip, trying to keep her moans quiet, but the pleasure was too much to contain. Her breathing grew heavier, and she could feel herself nearing the edge, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

"you don't need to hold your voice back" suggested her passive voice almost like a purr in his ear. "We are in private. Even if you shout, no one will hear us."

Kushina listened to that persuasive voice intently, letting it sweeten her ear and mind with those ideas. 

"Ah... oh... yes..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, gradually letting out her voice as she continued to pleasure herself. Her fingers moved faster.

In… Out… in… out…

Her hips bucking slightly in response to the overwhelming sensations and movement. Her mind going hazy as she found herself surrounded by men from dreams, but instead of feeling shy and embarrassed, that seemed to excite her more. Then her naughty self formed images of the two brutes that had molested her not so long ago. Her hands around her breasts tightened in a rough grasp, trying to replicate how those men had groped her.

In the past, the idea of someone other than her husband touching her body would be mortifying and frightening. But now it was something she found thrilling and extremely exciting. 'What's wrong with me?' she thought as she kept moving her hands up and down her body, trying to imitate the rough and perverse way those men she didn't know had touched her. 

"Though it's a pity our hands aren't as big as theirs" the lustful voice mentioned with mock disappointment, enjoying watching Kushina touch herself.

"ah... ah" Kushina didn't answer him directly, but she agreed a bit on that go. Part of her couldn't help but be a little disappointed that her hands were so small and soft instead of being so big and rough at the hands of those men who wanted to take advantage of her.

"ugh... at least think about Minato while you do this" Said the moral voice, with a great helplessness and resignation in her voice as Kushina continued to touch herself.

Kushina, still lost in her lust, was at least able to do that. Replacing the image of those unknown men with that of her husband. Following by memories of when they could fuck as much as they wanted: their wedding night, when they were trying to conceive Naruto, the time before she was deputyHokage.

 She remembered last month When she returned from her outing with Hitomi and Mikoto, she asked him to make her his.

'And how we had to cover up what happened in that dark room in that restaurant.' the perverted voice said, bringing back memories of how she had had to lie to her husband to hide what had happened with those drunken bastards. 

"mmm~" Kushina moaned, biting one lip and her body stretched in a jolt of pleasure as she curved her finger inside her pussy to touch her G-spot at the same time pinching her nipples harder.

Kushina couldn't understand why she was so turned on by the memory of lying to Minato to hide what happened with other men who had tried to force her, or that she'd had sex with him out of guilt and to quell the lust she'd been carrying since before she'd returned home.

"Shit, I really need to catch him the next time he comes back" Kushina thought as she licked her lips, visualising herself throwing Minato on the bed and riding him over and over until exhaustion. His or hers.

As she continued, Kushina's mind was a haze of pleasure, her thoughts drowned out by the sensations she was feeling. Her body trembled as she felt herself approaching her climax, the tension building to an almost unbearable level. Her fingers moved even faster, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge.

"Aha Mina-to Mina -koi—- ah Minato," she moaned.

And then, with a final, intense thrust of her fingers, the tension released. A wave of pure pleasure washed over her, and she moaned loudly as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles tightened, her back arched, and for a moment, all she could feel was the intense, overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

Kushina collapsed back against the edge of the onsen, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breath came in heavy pants, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.

She lay there for a few moments, letting the warmth of the onsen and the lingering pleasure wash over her. Her mind was a blissful blank, the worries and stresses of the day forgotten in the wake of the intense experience she had just had.

Finally, she let out a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at the ceiling. She felt relaxed, more at ease than she had in a long time, and she couldn't help but smile to herself. 'That... was amazing,' she thought, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience.

'See, I wasn't wrong, was I?' the naughty voice spoke, and Kushina couldn't help but agree.

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It was early morning, and the sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over Konoha. Inside the Uzumaki household, the day was already in full swing.

"Kaa-chan, why can't you drop us off like you used to?" Naruto whined as he and Karin sat at the table, eating breakfast.

"Sorry, Naru-chan," Kushina replied, her tone gentle as she poured more tea into her cup. "Kaa-chan has office duties as well. But I promise, I'll come tomorrow."

"Yatta!" Naruto exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement as he took a big bite of eggs, barely chewing before trying to speak again.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth," Kushina gently scolded, shaking her head with a small smile.The had started normally and after normal morning routine she had time to do morning spar with kids as well 

As breakfast wrapped up, she nodded to Yugao, who was in her neko ANBU persona, already waiting to escort Naruto and Karin to the academy. It was almost time for them to leave, and once the kids were gone, she had her own spar to prepare for.

"Be good at the academy, okay? I'll see you both in the evening," she called after them as they headed out the door. Yugao gave a respectful nod before leading the children away.

Once the kids were out of sight, Kushina quickly made her way to her room. She shut the door behind her, already feeling the anticipation building. "This time, I'll get that old man," she muttered to herself.

She started by undressing from her casual house clothes. She first slipped off her long green skirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a soft heap. Next, she unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing the delicate lace green bra underneath. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, laying it neatly on the bed, before reaching behind her to unclasp the bra. The lace slipped away, leaving her standing just her lace green panties.

She quickly exchanged the lace bra for her standard shinobi chest binding, wrapping it securely around herself.

 'Why do you need to put these on, it's just a spar and didn't we spar already without them with the old man?' her inner naughty voice asked.

 The tight binding felt familiar, comforting in its own way, as it flattened her chest slightly to give her more freedom of movement. 

"I need to be at my best today, I remember how distracting it was without them," she said. 

She then pulled on her standard panties, replacing the lace ones she had been wearing, the fabric snug against her hips.

"Come on it was fun wasn't it" inner voice purred

Ignoring her, Kushina moved to her closet, retrieving her shinobi shirt and pants. She slipped the shirt over her head, the fabric fitting closely to her form. Next came the pants, which she pulled up her legs and fastened at the waist, the material tightened around her toned legs and waist. She then took her kunai holder and her ninja bag, tying them to her right leg and waist respectively. She took a piece of paper and tied it around her wrist with a few bands and then hid it under her sleeve. Finally she took her Jounin jacket, , sliding it on and adjusting it until it sat perfectly on her shoulders.

Finally, she picked up her Konoha hitae-ate and tied it securely around her forehead. She took a moment to glance in the mirror, making sure her red hair was neatly tied back in a high ponytail. 

Just as she finished tying her hair, she sensed Sandaime's chakra signature at the gates of the Uzumaki compound. Her eyes narrowed with determination. 'Perfect timing,' she thought, a small smirk forming on her lips. 'This time, I'll make sure he regrets underestimating me.'

Kushina greeted Sandaime at the entrance of the Uzumaki compound with a confident smile, her hands on her hips. "Ready to lose, old man?" she taunted, her voice playful yet challenging and her eyes gleaming with anticipation..

Sandaime chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Lose? To you, Tomato-chan?, I've been fighting longer than you've been alive. I think it's you who should be worried," he replied, stepping inside as she led him towards the training yard behind the house.

Kushina's eyes twitched at the name but didn't reply. As they walked, Sandaime couldn't help but steal glances at her. His eyes trailed down to her figure, especially her ass, tightly hugged by her shinobi pants. 'She'as the body of a succubus, No wonder she's so popular around here, and those pants...,' he thought, admiring the way they clung to her curves. 'Focus, Hiruzen, focus. But damn, that's a distraction.'

They reached the training yard. It was a large space, enough to build a guest house if Minato and Kushina wanted to. Despite the space the place was quite empty and uncluttered, The entire ground was covered by neatly mowed green grass. Although that itself made the large circle of earthy soil in the center of the courtyard that served the function of a ring stand out.

The courtyard was delimited by 3-metre walls behind rows of trees and bushes that functioned as a second wall, as decoration and also as supports to hang training targets to practice marksmanship.

That might seem like a rather exposed place to curious eyes and spies for the Uzumaki clan's compound and the residence of the current Hokage. But the security barrier protecting the property had an illusionary effect that meant that anyone trying to spy from outside the barrier would always see an empty courtyard.

Something that the Uzumaki considered convenient, since this way no one would be able to see her beating up Hiruzen, avoiding damaging his reputation.

Kushina turned to face him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Alright, old man, here are the rules: no genjutsu allowed, no ninjutsu except for shunshin, clones and substitution jutsus, and kenjutsu, shuriken, and kunai are permitted. Got it?"

Sandaime nodded, stretching his arms casually. "Understood, tom-ato-chan, Let's see if you can keep up with an old man like me with your rules this time," he teased, earning a scowl from Kushina.

"Don't call me that!" she retorted, narrowing her eyes, pulling out a kunai from her kunai holder and spinning it on her finger before taking it firmly and getting into a fighting stance. "Let's see if you can keep up."

Hiruzen also drew his own kunai, thus putting an end to the words and beginning their combat.

They squared off, each sizing the other up. At first, they played and toyed with each other, testing the waters as their weapons just cut through the air and clashed together in small explosions of sparks, feeling out each other's movements. Kushina moved with grace and speed, her kunai flashing in the early morning light. Hiruzen matched her pace, his movements just as fluid, his own weapon in hand. Hiruzen's taunts continued, each time calling her "tomato-chan" with a smirk that only fueled her determination.

 "You sure you can keep up, old man? I don't want you pulling a muscle or anything." she taunted as she parried one of his attacks.

Hiruzen just laughed, though his mind was already forming plans. 'She's sharper than ever, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve,' he thought as he observed her movements, preparing for the next exchange.

"You're getting slow, Tomato-chan. Are you sure you've been keeping up with your training? You aren't slacking off, are you?" Hiruzen shot back, grinning as he narrowly avoided a strike from her sword, the blade whistling past his ear.

Kushina smirked, enjoying the banter. "Old man, you're the one who's slow! Should I start calling you Jiji?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she feigned another strike, keeping him on his toes.

"Haha, I don't mind it. I'm Jiji, after all," he fired back with a chuckle, the nickname not bothering him in the slightest.

"Let's see you handle this, then, Jiji!" Kushina shouted, her tone filled with confidence. She quickly formed the familiar cross sign with her fingers. Hiruzen's eyes widened, he threw his kunai at the redhead and tried to close the distance between them, but he was too late.

"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" she called out, and in an instant the kunai flying towards Kushina was deflected with a metallic noise by a second Kushina in front of the first one coming out of a sudden ball of smoke. Not only her, over 100 Kushina clones surrounded him, each one poised and ready for battle.

'Damn, this just got a lot harder,' Hiruzen thought, scanning the sea of red-haired kunoichis that now encircled him. 'There's no way I can create that many clones. She's planning to wear me down through attrition. Smart move, Kushina. She planned this well.'

"Cat got your tongue, old man?" Kushina taunted, her voice echoing from all directions as the clones slowly began to close in on him.

Hiruzen's eyes narrowed as he quickly assessed the situation. "It seems you still haven't learned enough, Tomato-chan. Let me train you properly," Hiruzen replied, his voice strong and confident. He formed a series of hand signs, and in a puff of smoke, 20 of his own clones appeared around him. He knew his limits well—creating too many clones would only deplete his chakra faster, and if this turned into a battle of attrition, he would lose. He had to end this quickly.

Kushina's clones charged at their opponents, the field erupting into chaos as Kushina's clones swarmed Hiruzen's. Despite being outnumbered five to one, Hiruzen's experience and skill were proving to be more than enough. His clones dispelled the attacking Kushinas with quick, precise strikes, each jab and kick calculated to maximise efficiency. He showed why he was called the professor.

But Kushina wasn't making it easy. Her clones were relentless, attacking from all sides, forcing Hiruzen and his clones to stay on the defensive. Kushina's clones disappear one after another, but for every 3 clones Kushina lost, Hiruzen lost 1. The sound of kunai clashing and the grunts of exertion filled the air as the two shinobi pushed their limits.

Despite the overwhelming numbers, Hiruzen's clones were holding their own, cutting down Kushina's clones one by one. However, he knew this couldn't last forever. 'She's trying to wear me out, but I won't give her the satisfaction,' Hiruzen thought, his mind working quickly to find a way to turn the tide of the battle in his favor.

Meanwhile, there was another plan brewing. When Kushina had created shadow clones as part of her strategy to exhaust old man in chakra battle attrition, she didn't know each had their own personalities. 

One of Kushina's clones, who was taken over by her naughty self, was fighting with one of Hiruzen's clones along with 3 other Kushinas as they kept the back and forth attacks going. That clone with the naughty personality wasn't particularly interested in the fight, not caring if she won or lost. Though she did get some interest when she caught a glimpse of something interesting out of the corner of her eye.

Another Hiruzen was fighting with his own Kushinas.

One of her tried to attack him from behind, but he spotted her, dodged her attack, catching his redhead attacker and throwing her at another Kushina.

That Kushina was caught by her partner, ending up face to face with the Kushina who had been thrown while her back was turned to Hiruzen. Exposing her round firm butt that was marked by her tight ninja pants.

Hiruzen, be it the clone or the real one, did not waste the opportunity in front of his eyes, and gave a firm, hard and quick spank to his fellow clone. The naughty Kushina saw with total clarity how her clone companion flinched from that hit and Hiruzen said something to her. Though she couldn't hear anything because of the distance they were at and because of the glare and agitation of the battle that drowned out the voices in that scene.

Although the naughty Kushina was convinced that her other self had moan from that good spanking she received, and that that Hiruzen must have made some perverted or provocative comment, perhaps both from the way the Kushinas involved in that fight blushed and made very irritated faces before lashing out at him.

To the naughty Kushina she clicked her tongue in disappointment at seeing Hiruzen resume his sparring instead of giving either of the Kushinas another spanking. But seeing that gave her a good idea that made her lick her lips.

She returned to her own bout with an initiative she didn't have and took her own Hiruzen by surprise. She threw quick punches and kicks against the old man to push him back, throwing shurikens and kunais at opportune moments when he would not be able to block them and would be forced to dodge. cooperating with her fellow clones to corner, but always leaving him a convenient escape route.

She used every trick and tactic at her disposal that her training and experience as a kunoichi had given her to pull her Hiruzen away from the rest of the fight and bring him close to the edge of the training ground.

But that mischievous Kushina was not only fighting against Hiruzen, she was secretly fighting against her own flesh as well, betraying and sabotaging them at key moments so that, one by one, Hiruzen would defeat them until only she and one more clone remained.

"You're over old man!" said a normal Kushina clone with palpable confidence and a victorious smile. She was attacking intensely along with her partner, pressing down on Hiruzen who could only defend himself.

"We'll see who's finished tomato-chan" he replied as he kept dodging and blocking the series of quick and dangerous attacks from that pair of kunoichi jounins that forced him to focus on defense and wait for another convenient opening to counterattack as happened with the other 2. Despite the confidence he was showing, he was in a predicament. With the two redheads in front of him pushing him further and further back, and with the line of bushes and trees at his back. 

"You...!!!" the normal Kushina redoubling the intensity of her attacks while her mischievous companion didn't flinch at that provocation, but rather she stepped back to leave all the work to her partner.

The normal Kushina continued to attack and overwhelmed Hiruzen. managing to get an opening in her defense when she used a feint blow to her ribs, exposing her face "Victory is min-AAH!!!! "Kushina's words and attack stopped midway when a sharp pain and burning appeared in her butt that made her shudder and lose the momentum she was carrying. that burning had been accompanied by a clear sound of clapping, product of the spanking that the naughty Kushina behind her had given her.

Hiruzen didn't hesitate and made that clone disappear with a hook to the jaw that made her look at the sky before exploding in a ball of smoke.

Hiruzen didn't understand what had happened, but he was sure that now he only had to deal with one Kushina. He had mentally prepared herself for a punch or a kick, but he didn't expect the last Kushina to emerge from the smokescreen that the recently defeated Kushina had become, in a crouched position at his waist level.

The mischievous Kushina, with the strength built up in her bent legs, shot out like a spring towards the old man, tackling and pushing him behind the series of bushes and trees. A part of the training yard where no one could see them.

The naughty Kushina clone smirked at Hiruzen's clone whom she had pinned to the ground by sitting on him. Her demeanor suddenly changing from combative to... playful. "Well, well, what do we have here? An old man's clone all alone with little ol' me?" she teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

Hiruzen's clone narrowed his eyes, caught off guard by her sudden change in behavior. "What are you up to, Kushina-chan?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone, though he couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

"Come on, old man, let's see what you've got," the clone taunted again, this time her voice laced with a seductive tone that was quite different from the real Kushina.

Hiruzen's clone, though caught off guard by the sudden change in her demeanor, still kept a plain face. "Is that a challenge or... something else?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he kept his guard up.

The clone of Kushina grinned, her hips swaying as she approached him. "Oh, nothing much. Just thought I'd have a little fun," she purred, pressing her body against his. She felt his hesitation and decided to push further, grinding her ass against his crotch as she leaned in closer.

 "What's wrong, old man? You seem distracted," she purred, feeling his hardness through his pants. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she pressed herself against him.

Hiruzen's clone faltered for a moment, caught off guard by the sensation and the way she was behaving. His hand hovered near his kunai, unsure whether to dispel her or give in to the temptation. 'This isn't like her... but damn, this feels...' Before he could finish the thought, he felt her hand touching over his hardened member over his pants, and it threw him off balance.

"Umm Hmm… Not bad old man, looks like you are enjoying this moment", as Kushina rubs his member while whispering seductively.

 'What the hell? I need to—' Clone Hiruzen impulsively dispelled himself, the sensation too much for him to handle.

The clone Kushina huffed in frustration as she felt the clone vanish . "pft. Coward, Though he seems quite good for his age" she muttered with a smirk, knowing she had rattled him. She dispelled herself as well.

Back in the main fight, the real Kushina and Hiruzen were locked in an intense battle. They moved like blurs across the training yard, each attack countered with equal skill. Kushina's sword clashed with Hiruzen's, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the yard.

Hiruzen had only 6 left and the redhead still had 34 left. Kushina had the upper hand now, her movements sharp and focussed. She had managed to corner Hiruzen, her clones working in tandem to keep him on the defensive. She obviously had more clones than him and it was a battle of chakra attrition and Hiruzen had no way of winning and he knew it . In a clever move, she distracted him, throwing a kunai shuriken in a trajectory far away from him, but which was knocked off course towards Hiruzen at the last second when a second shuriken thrown by a clone collided with it in mid-air. This forced him to dodge it. As he moved, she rolled up the sleeve of her right arm and revealed that her wrist was wrapped by a storage-sealed paper, which with an explosion of smoke made a katana appear in her hand. Kushina moved like a red streak through the training yard disarming and dispelling all of his remaining clones with a series of swift kenjutsu strikes.

Now, she had him caught. Hiruzen was on the ground, pinned down by two of her clones who held his arms, while another two clones secured his feet. He was on all fours, his ass in the air, his predicament the perfect mirror of what he had done to her before in office.

"Now, old man, I'll have my revenge. Do you accept defeat?" Kushina asked, her voice triumphant as she took hold of him, her fingers itching to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"As if," Hiruzen retorted, trying to think of a way to escape. 'I didn't predict this would happen... but one careless mistake got me here, Damn I should have known she would swarm me with clones' he thought, his mind racing to get out of this conundrum. 

Just as Kushina was about to spank him, the memories from his dispelled clone flooded back into his mind, and at the same moment, so did the memories of Kushina's clone.

"Whaaa—!" she muttered, her eyes widening and her thoughts derailed by the vivid memory of her clone grinding her ass against Hiruzen's clone. Her face alongside all clones matching her red hair. 'That imbecile…' she thought.

The distraction was enough for Hiruzen to feel the grip of her clones loosen slightly as they too felt the same memory from a naughty clone. "Oh ho, Kushina-chan, you're naughtier than I thought," he teased, smirking at her.

As her clones struggled to hold him, Hiruzen managed to free himself, and as he pulled himself away from the still befuddled redhead and her clones in the process, his pants got pulled down, leaving him standing several paces away from her with his white fundoshi clearly on display.

"So pervy of you, Tomato-chan. Undressing an old man like this," he taunted, standing there with his pants around his ankles, his fundoshi clearly on display barely hiding his family jewels. This was a deliberate attempt to rattle her further. 

'The plan's working well,' he thought, recalling how flustered her clone had been the previous day when she saw his clone.

'So easy, but that clone of Kushina was something else. I'll have to thank that clone.. If I meet her that is... it gives me the perfect opportunity again,' he mused.

"What are you doing, you pervy old man?" Kushina shouted, her face turning further red as her hair, her clones mirroring her embarrassment.

"What am I doing? It was you who pulled down my pants. And it was your clone doing those pervy things to my poor little clone," Sandaime added, his voice mockingly childish.

"I didn't, and it was an accident!" Kushina protested, trying to regain her composure and ignoring the statement about her clone made by Hiruzen.

"Come on, pull your pants up and fight!" she demanded, hoping to shift his attention away from her embarrassing moment.

"Why would I do that?" Hiruzen replied, his tone teasing and still smirking, planning on taking full advantage of her flustered state. He could see her discomfort, the way her gaze kept flickering to his exposed legs especially his crotch and then quickly darting away. It was the perfect opportunity.

Without warning, Hiruzen charged at her, his pants now discarded where he stood once, his movements quick and precise despite the awkward situation. Kushina's eyes widened in surprise, but she hesitated, her mind still reeling from the sight before her.

"Don't you have no shame ? " she shouted as she saw him charging practically bottomless

"Shame is for losers" he spoke out as in a swift move, Hiruzen delivered a kick aimed at her midsection, his crotch area momentarily in full view. She was sure she saw something there. 

"Damn you, pervert! What are you trying to do?" Kushina shouted, her voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment as she dodged the kick. There was no way she was going to block it and get his crotch even closer in sight.

"Winning," Hiruzen replied with a smirk, enjoying how flustered she had become. His plan was working perfectly. 'The conditions she has kept are so much in her favour and this is the tactic I can use to win and I have to end quickly before she recovers from this flustering' he thought. As he moved quickly and dispatched her clones.

He continued his assault, using quick strikes and dodges to keep her on the defensive. Kushina, still rattled, found herself struggling to regain her composure. Every time she tried to focus, she was distracted by the absurdity of the situation—fighting a pantless old man who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. It didn't help her eyes sometimes unconsciously and necessarily kept getting distracted by his loincloth, fundoshi and the way his junk swung.

And then, in a swift, decisive move, Hiruzen managed to sweep her legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the ground face down. Before she could react, he was on her. Sitting on her back, Hiruzen immobilized Kushina by holding one of Kushina's wrists as he stomped the other against the ground, leaving him with one hand free to use.

Keeping her immobilized and at his mercy, Hiruzen reaffirmed his victory delivering a swift smack to her ass, just like he had done in every spar before this.

SPANK!

The impact sent a shock through her body, and she gasped, her eyes wide in surprise. "Damn you, pervy old man!" she cursed, her face flushing red as she realised she was once again at his mercy, just like in all their previous spars.

She tried to stand, but with a smirk, Hiruzen pulled her up slightly as if she were some kind of doll and placed her on his lap in the same manner in which his wife 'Biwako' used to put her children to spank them for misbehaving. With one hand holding her wrists in an iron grip and the other hand hovering over her ass in a mock threatening gesture, Hiruzen rejoiced in his victory.. "Looks like I will win again, Kushi-chan. Ready to accept defeat?" he said, his voice filled with teasing triumph.

"No! Never! Unhand me, you perverted old monkey!" Kushina snarled, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.

'Damn, you sure are liking it, aren't you?' her naughty inner voice purred.

'Shut up, you pervert—!' she shouted mentally, but before she could rant any more, another booming sound echoed through the training grounds.

SPANK!

Hiruzen's hand again landed on her prone ass. "It seems I've found an inner pervert in you, Kushina," Hiruzen purred, as his hand rubbed her ass, completely enjoying the way he had her at his mercy and how he could feel her meaty ass. Kushina felt heat crawling in her abdomen.

'Oooh aahh I like ittttt... Too bad his clone was such a coward,' her naughty voice muttered.

"Even with all the advantages Tom-ato-chan, you still couldn't defeat me, looks like you wanted this didn't you ?" Hiruzen spoke as he landed again on her rump.

SPANK!

Kushina clenched her fists, knowing she had lost this round. There was no escaping this time, and what baffled her more was that her body seemed to betray her in the moment. "Alright, alright, I accept defeat," she muttered, her pride stinging more than the actual spanking. "Damn you, pervy old man."

Hiruzen, though slightly disappointed that the game was over, chuckled, giving her one last playful smack over her ass before releasing her. "You put up a good fight, but you need to keep your focus, Kushi-chan," he said, his tone shifting to something more gentle, almost like a professor giving advice to a student.

Kushina quickly scrambled off his lap, adjusting her clothing with as much dignity as she could muster. "You're lucky you pervert," she grumbled, still flustered and a bit sore—both physically and in terms of her pride.

"Maybe next time, you'll keep your eyes on the fight, instead of my... well, you know," Hiruzen teased and smirked seeing her face reddening, finally pulling his pants back up with a grin.