Nodding before thinking, Samui guessed, "by the night's end, the orgasms I experienced seemed to erupt one after the other so it's difficult to tally… I'd say north of twenty," Casually, she then pointed out, "you, of course, passed out." A huffing Mabui rolled her eyes before Samui asked, "does that suggest we're impaired?"
"Again, if we're feeling it, then he must be feeling it as well."
"This mission is quite a challenge," Samui commented—absent any expression—and Mabui couldn't agree more. Naruto was everything she could want in a man; unfathomably brilliant, strong, handsome, ambitious, hard-working, and a masterful lover. He has everything she could think to want in spades… 'except he lives in the wrong fucking village!'
With a sigh, Mabui asked, "how long do we have?" She was suddenly all too cognizant of her fleeting time with Naruto and wants to spend as much of it with him as possible before their mission deadline.
Samui casually answered, "it wouldn't be smart to take him before the Chūnin exam-"
Taken aback by her response, Mabui's widened as she asked, "take him? What do you mean take him?"
With a blank face, Samui sighs before mumbling, "it seems I'm much more impaired than I thought-"
"Samui-taichou," Mabui called. "Please, explain."
"When command learned the owner of Kubikiribōchō was an Uzumaki," Samui started. "Our team's directive was amended."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"As you were faltering in your progress with the target, I felt you needed additional support I could not provide. It's why I messaged Dodai-san and Darui-taichou."
For confirmation, Mabui asked, "and Darui told you why he thought I might be hesitating?" With Samui's nod, Mabui then asked, "so why kidnap him?"
"All I know is Uzumakis are high-value targets," Samui confessed. "I sent Atsui to seduce Uzumaki Karin. Sadly, he failed immediately. We'll have to settle with Naruto for the time being."
Curious for more details, Mabui heatedly asked, "that's it? They didn't specify why else?"
"It's unnecessary," Samui assured her. "We have our orders."
"I…" At the time, Mabui wasn't sure how she felt, and after two weeks, the dilemma within her was far worse. Her heart ached at how much she's already lied to him, and continues to do so, but her mind feared failing Samui and her village. Preferring to distract herself, she asked, "how are we supposed to take him?"
"After his match—or matches—in the Chūnin Selection Exam would be best," Samui explained. "Time-release poison was my initial strategy, however, without knowing precisely when his match is to start—whether before or after the others—he may become so hindered during his fight with Sabaku no Gaara, he could die. That would be unacceptable."
"If we want him to come with us, the easiest and most effective way of doing that without alerting Konoha is by convincing him to join us. I've seen the way this village treats him and I'm confident you and I are the best thing that's ever happened to him. If we suggest leaving, he may feel like following us."
"We would have to lure him out of the village—possibly with a vacation stay of some sort to celebrate any achievement he makes in his exam-"
"Or he could escort you 'home,'" Mabui suggested. Samui nodded before Mabui continued. "We can hint at being together often and after reaching a good distance, we can ask."
Both women mull over the plan in the minds before Samui eventually noted, "I feel he's unlikely to support our betrayal,"
"You're right," Mabui easily agreed. "He's an honest man who takes his word seriously and respects others who do so as well."
"What would you suggest?"
Without a good answer, Mabui admitted, "I'll have to give it some serious thought. However, for any strategy we devise to succeed, the three of us will have to be together often…" Mabui felt herself grow warmer with anticipation as she happily added, "every night if need be."
"I'm fully committed," Samui blankly affirmed. "You mentioned he's unlikely a virgin…"
Swallowing excessive saliva, Mabui asked, "you think another woman might keep him from agreeing to come with us?"
"We'll have to learn who she is," Samui noted.
"She may not be in his life anymore," Mabui told her. "He doesn't fit the profile of someone content with emotionless connections, physical or otherwise. Essentially, if she were in his life, we wouldn't be in his. I suggest we initiate a soft probe around pillow-talk. Men answer anything then. If that leads nowhere, we can recon."
"Understood."
Mabui thought they had plenty of opportunities to get answers to their questions but he would come over and it was like a switch was flipped; like Samui and Mabui were starving all day and he brought dinner. There was just little thought for much else. Mabui could be cooking while Samui cleaned. Mabui would wear her boxer-shorts and tank top camisole while Samui would wear a sleeveless tank-top dress with lace trim. The moment he'd knock on the door, Mabui already felt her womanhood begin to heat with buttery slickness.
"Come in," she'd call, and he'd enter.
He should be in their trap, at their mercy, and yet, when he'd walk up behind her, grip her hips and pull her round rump into his semi-hardness with a little teasing thrust, the arousing stimulation within her loins would begin to rev up of its own accord, as if her fetish for geniuses would not allow her any control of her dripping sex. He'd turn her around, kiss her deeply, and her knees would buckle from the pure bliss of their lip-lock. Samui would then walk over, press her large, soft chest against them and wait patiently, obediently for her turn. As he made out with her, all thoughts of cooking vanished from her mind and she'd drop to her knees to take his thick manliness out of his pants. Mabui would need him deep inside of her, regardless of orifice.
He'd take turns churning their insides but no one was left wanting. The faster Mabui helped Samui cum, the faster he could go balls-deep in her again. However, Mabui gained such a thrill from dominating Samui; ruling over her sexual positions and teasing the woman by withholding her orgasms until she commanded she can have them. At times, she'd play with her captain while Naruto simply watched. It was fantastic to her because when he couldn't take it anymore, he'd take out his insane lust on their love tunnels repeatedly. This ensured that both women were spent well before he was.
They'd both suck his thick nut-canon at the same time and quickly learned to work together to make him erupt his milk in their mouths or on their face. Mabui would, of course, lick his genius-juice off of Samui's stunning face before sweetly washing her up. Though Mabui couldn't deep-throat him like Samui effortlessly could, Mabui still felt like her experience and emotional connection with him gave her an edge.
That was until Naruto went from the perfect man to the perfect drug when he created the Fūinjutsu tag he said he'd make. The constricted tag with the Mirror-Touch Synesthesia array at its core took him eight clones and half a day to properly write before receding the Fūin characters into a photo-sized paper.
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