Early in the morning.
Shinho woke up on time.
The first thing he saw was Samui's disheveled yet delicate face.
Her golden hair was stuck together with sweat, faint tear stains lingered at the corners of her closed eyes, and the lipstick on her lips had faded.
Shinho lowered his head and looked.
Samui was clinging to him like an octopus. Her weight allowed him to experience the alluring curves and soft body of the Hokage's secretary.
Shinho's gaze drifted downwards, landing on her remaining black stocking. It encased Samui's excessively long and beautiful legs, the straight and smooth curves extending all the way to her slightly curled jade feet.
At her fleshy thigh, the stocking was torn, revealing her fair skin.
Shinho reached out and gently wiped away her tears.
Samui's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.
"Good morning," Shinho said with a smile.
"Good morning," Samui replied softly.
Remembering last night's events, a blush crept onto her face.
Shinho had shown her that his strength was comprehensive and flawless. She had truly experienced overflowing happiness, to the point that she felt no regret whatsoever.
"Samui," Shinho said after a moment of thought, making a promise, "You will have your rightful place in the future."
He was now the emperor, a Rank Six Gu Immortal. Even if Samui couldn't become the empress, a concubine position was absolutely guaranteed.
As for the empress, that would naturally be Tsunade. Once the Shinobi World was on the right track, Shinho planned to discuss this matter with her.
"Huh?" Samui was stunned, a bewildered expression on her face.
She hadn't actually thought about her status at all. After all, she was ultimately a Kumo ninja.
"You rest a little longer, I'll go make breakfast," Shinho kissed her on the cheek and got out of bed.
Samui stared blankly at his departing figure, only coming back to her senses a few seconds later. She subconsciously bit her lip.
Knowing Shinho as she did, if he said something to her in a moment like this, it wouldn't be a lie. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly; her mood was better than ever before.
Samui slowly sat up, a frown creasing her brow.
Shinho was a Rank Six Gu Immortal. Last night, she, a mortal, had dared to compare herself to a god. It was inevitable she felt weak.
Samui looked at the blanket and gathered it up.
The bloodstains on it were a perfect reflection of her own state.
Samui got dressed, took a couple of steps to regain her balance, and then went to the bathroom.
After washing up, she slowly walked to the kitchen. She smelled a delicious aroma. Seeing Shinho busy at work, she couldn't help but smile. Regardless of the future, right now, they were just like a married couple.
"It'll be ready soon," Shinho raised his hand, and with a surge of immortal essence, the fire intensified.
He was making lean meat porridge, which required more time to cook. To save time, he was expending immortal essence.
"Okay," Samui nodded.
Suddenly, something occurred to her, and a worried expression appeared on her face.
Usually, Mabui and Yugito Nii would call her to go out together. If they suddenly came over and ran into Shinho, what should she do?
Samui pursed her lips and ultimately resigned herself to fate.
So what if they saw them? She didn't know why, but after this thought popped up, she felt a tinge of pride. After all, she had beaten Mabui and Yugito to the punch.
Samui quickly shook her head. How could she have such a strange thought?
"Samui, get two bowls," Shinho said, seeing that the porridge was almost ready.
Samui quickly grabbed two empty bowls and handed them to him.
"Let's eat," Shinho said with a smile.
"Um!" Samui felt the warmth of the porridge and nodded vigorously.
"How are you feeling?" Shinho looked at Samui across from him and asked with concern. She had winced slightly when she sat down.
"I'm fine," Samui said shyly.
"Do you need me to give you the day off?" Shinho handed her a spoon.
"No," Samui took a sip of the porridge, her eyes narrowing. "It's delicious!"
Shinho was slightly taken aback.
Samui now had a demure air about her, completely different from her usual aloof demeanor. However, Shinho had already seen her wild side last night, so he wasn't too surprised.
"There's more in the kitchen if you want," Shinho reminded her.
"Um," Samui didn't stand on ceremony. After all, she had expended a lot of energy last night.
After breakfast;
Samui, having eaten two bowls of porridge, watched Shinho go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and happily patted her stomach.
She suddenly thought of something. Why hadn't Mabui and Yugito come to find her today? Unable to figure it out, she stopped thinking about it, as it was a good thing for her.
"Time to go to work." Shinho came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes.
Samui, already changed into her office dress, quickly followed behind him.
The two arrived at the Hokage's office.
Shinho raised an eyebrow. Normally, Mabui should be there to organize documents for him today, but she wasn't. It seemed yesterday had an impact after all.
"Mabui might be busy with something," Samui glanced at Shinho and tentatively said, "I can organize them for her."
Although their relationship was already quite intimate, there was still a gap in their positions. Coupled with the fact that Mabui was in the wrong first, she felt a little uneasy.
"It has nothing to do with you." Shinho pulled her into his arms, patted her buttock, and said, "Don't worry, I won't punish her."
"Thank you, Hokage-sama," Samui said, her heart fluttering.
"Go and call Mabui over," Shinho lowered his head, easily seeing the fullness of her skin through the collar of her shirt.
"Mm." Samui stood on tiptoes and kissed him. A few minutes later, blushing, she turned and left.
In front of the Hokage Secretary's office, Samui took a few deep breaths to calm herself before pushing the door open and walking in.
Mabui subconsciously looked up.
Seeing her, the image of Samui looking disheveled in Shinho's arms resurfaced in her mind. It was a Samui she had never seen before, head tilted back, breathing rapidly, body trembling, constantly sinking lower.
"Mabui." Samui asked with a serious face, "Have you forgotten something?"
"Huh?" Mabui looked at her blankly, feeling lost.
Could it be that she was discovered last night? But in her state last night, completely defenceless, how could she have noticed her?
"Why didn't you go to the Hokage's office today?" Samui said in a deep voice, "Hokage-sama wants you to go over now."
Mabui was completely stunned.
Because of what happened last night, she instinctively didn't want to see Shinho, so much so that she forgot it was her turn to organize documents today.
"Ho... Hokage-sama, is he angry?" Mabui's heart tightened, and she asked anxiously.
"He's not angry." Samui shook her head and said, "He won't punish you, but don't make this mistake again."
Mabui instinctively didn't believe her.
But she suddenly thought of the scene she had witnessed last night. What Samui said should be true.
"Thank you." Mabui knew that Samui must have pleaded for her.
"It's nothing." Samui said softly, "Go, don't keep Hokage-sama waiting too long."
Mabui nodded, quickly got up and left. She arrived at the Hokage's office, knocked on the door, and walked in after receiving permission.
"Hokage-sama," Mabui apologized at lightning speed, "It was my dereliction of duty today."
"I promised Samui, I won't punish you for this," Shinho said casually.
"Thank you, Hokage-sama!" Mabui immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll organize the documents now."
As soon as she reached out, she was grabbed by Shinho.
"But you've made another mistake," A smile appeared on Shinho's face.
Mabui's heart stopped. Another mistake? Was it about her peeking last night? But could that be considered a mistake?
"Wh... what?" Mabui's voice began to tremble.
"Tail and ears," Shinho reminded her.
Mabui's face froze instantly. She had indeed forgotten about this because of excessive nervousness.
"Sorry!" Mabui quickly revealed her ears and tail.
"I've said that I always distinguish clearly between rewards and punishments." Shinho traced his hand along her arm, reaching towards her white shirt.
Mabui's pupils constricted. She could dodge, but thinking of what Samui had said, she closed her eyes in resignation.
The next second, she felt her body lighten, and she was already lifted up by Shinho, placing her on his lap..
"I've heard a theory before," Shinho sniffed the faint fragrance and said, "Dark skin has a much better texture."
Mabui groaned, her face instantly flushed crimson. Her heart had already been covered by that large hand.
"There's indeed some truth to it," Shinho nodded, saying. Her skin was smooth, tender, and fleshy.
"You should get to work, Mabui," Shinho reminded her.
Upon hearing this, Mabui slowly reached out and began to organize documents.
However, her movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, appearing very unstable, just like her fluctuating suit.
She didn't know when she finished her work.
When she finished organizing the documents, she collapsed entirely in Shinho's arms. Her dark skin had become very hot and flushed.
"Well done." Shinho showed off his kneading skills but didn't take it any further. Because he wasn't in a hurry.
"You can go down now." Shinho withdrew his hand from inside the suit.
"Ye... yes..." Mabui got up with difficulty. S
he only felt her legs were weak, and she leaned on the desk to avoid falling. After a few seconds of rest, she put away her tail and ears, picked up the documents on the table, and turned to return to her office.
"How was it?" Samui sized her up and asked.
"Nothing happened." Mabui shook her head.
"That's good." Samui heard this and felt a slight ripple in her heart. She hadn't expected Shinho to actually listen to her.
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