"Come to my house tomorrow night," Samui stated directly.
Mabui was momentarily stunned.
Just as she was about to ask why, her face paled. She remembered Shinho's previous words. This was a signal to prepare herself.
Mabui opened her mouth, her thoughts in turmoil.
"Mabui," Samui's voice softened. "Lord Hokage is actually very kind to us. You don't need to be so resistant."
Mabui stared at her in surprise.
So, she had truly fallen for him? She was now speaking on his behalf, like a devoted wife.
But Mabui had no right to judge.
"I understand." Mabui composed herself, took a deep breath, and said with resolve, "I'll be there on time."
"You won't regret it," Samui said earnestly, recalling the incredible gift of extended life she had received.
"You've certainly changed," Mabui remarked, observing the subtle shift in Samui's demeanor.
In her memory, Samui had always been a composed and rational kunoichi. But now, in matters concerning Shinho, she displayed a different, more passionate side.
"You'll understand eventually," Samui replied, unable to fully articulate the complex emotions she was experiencing.
"..." Mabui was silent for a moment, then asked, "What should I wear tomorrow night?"
"What you're wearing now is fine," Samui paused. "Lord Hokage likes it."
Mabui instinctively glanced down at her black silk skirt and stockings.
She couldn't quite grasp Shinho's fondness for this attire, but she didn't question it.
Dusk settled over City of Fire.
Shinho stretched, awakening from his meditative state. Glancing at the time, he saw he had half an hour left before the end of the workday.
After a moment of contemplation, he rose and headed to the adjacent office. However, it wasn't the Hokage Secretary Office he was visiting.
"Shizune-nee," Shinho called out, pushing open the door. "May I come in?"
"You're already in, so why ask?" Shizune retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Finished with your work?" Shinho asked, walking over to her desk.
"Almost," Shizune warned, "Don't disturb me."
"Disturb you how?" Shinho raised an eyebrow.
Her words sparked an idea.
"What are you doing?" Shizune asked, noticing him move behind her.
"You've worked hard all day. Let me give you a massage," Shinho said, his gaze falling to the glimpse of fair skin visible at her neckline.
"..." Shizune chuckled softly.
"You can continue working. It won't bother me," Shinho said, placing his hands on her shoulders, near her collar.
He slowly slid them downwards, his fingers eventually finding the curve of her breasts.
Shizune stiffened, a blush rising to her cheeks.
She stared at the documents in front of her, unable to focus.
After a few seconds of internal struggle, she gave in. There were no urgent documents that required her immediate attention; she could deal with them tomorrow.
"Sh-Shinho," Shizune said, her voice slightly strained, "Let's go home." Though no one would dare intrude, she still felt uncomfortable being intimate in her office.
"Alright," Shinho smiled, withdrawing his hands. He had already eaten lunch and wasn't in a particular hurry.
Shizune blinked, surprised by his compliance.
He was being unusually obedient today. Without dwelling on it, she quickly buttoned up her white blouse.
Once she was presentable, she stood up. Shinho patted her head and led the way out. Shizune pouted but followed close behind.
They soon arrived back at the Residence. Shizune opened the door and, stepping into the genkan, bent down to remove her high heels.
Normally, Shinho would have taken the opportunity to admire the view, but today, his attention was drawn elsewhere.
"Welcome home," Tsunade greeted them from the living room.
Unlike usual, she was dressed in a Shiromuku, the traditional white wedding kimono of a bride.
True to its name, the Shiromuku was pure white from head to toe. While not necessarily more visually striking than other kimonos, its symbolic significance was paramount.
"Is that a Shiromuku?" Shizune looked up in surprise.
"Yes," Tsunade twirled around. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful," Shizune replied sincerely, a touch of envy and longing in her eyes.
She wondered when she would have the chance to wear one.
"What do you think?" Tsunade turned to Shinho.
As the bride-to-be, his opinion mattered most.
"Sensei, you know look beautiful in anything, but this is the most stunning I have ever seen you look," Shinho said with a smile.
"Glib tongue!" Tsunade scoffed, a smile gracing her lips.
"You two talk. I'll go make dinner," Shizune said, feeling like a third wheel.
This wasn't her moment; she would have her own when her time came.
Shinho walked over to Tsunade.
The traditional Shiromuku concealed her curvaceous figure, emphasizing an aura of domestic grace.
The gentle smile on her face added a touch of tenderness and elegance.
"What are you looking at?" Tsunade asked, noticing his gaze, pinching his cheek.
"At you," Shinho replied honestly. "To be able to marry you is the luckiest thing to happen to me in my life."
"Me too," Tsunade stood on tiptoe and kissed him. "Go change."
"Okay," Shinho took her hand and led her to their room.
The groom's wedding attire was called Montsuki Hakama, essentially a formal black kimono.
Shinho personally preferred a Western-style wedding dress, but he respected tradition. Perhaps he could have Tsunade try one on someday.
Shinho quickly changed into the Montsuki Hakama.
"Perfect," Tsunade nodded in satisfaction.
Shinho was already handsome, and his cultivation as a Gu Immortal had given him a unique aura.
Coupled with the fact that beauty was in the eye of the beholder, Tsunade found herself filled with longing. She wished the wedding was today.
"Let's go with this one," Shinho said after examining himself in the mirror.
As the emperor who had unified the ninja world, his wedding attire was naturally of the highest quality.
It was difficult to find any fault with it. And besides, he wasn't about to nitpick on his wedding day.
"Yes," Tsunade gently touched the Shiromuku. "I love this one."
"Sensei, you look so different like this. It's quite strange," Shinho chuckled.
"..." Tsunade glared at him, then sighed. "I'm too lazy to argue with you." She turned to the wardrobe, shedding the Shiromuku.
Shinho instinctively gulped.
Beneath the white kimono was an even whiter, more alluring body. Bathed in the soft light, her curves, especially her full hips, were dazzling.
Tsunade quickly changed back into her usual sleeveless top and pants. She turned to Shinho, a knowing smile on her face.
This rascal, despite having so many women, was still captivated by her.
"Let's eat," Tsunade whispered in his ear. "I'll reward you later tonight."
Shinho snapped back to reality, his gaze lingering on her soft lips.
He followed Tsunade to the living room.
Night fell. Steam rose from the bathroom.
Shizune pressed herself against the glass door, her body flushed from the hot water, her skin a delicate shade of pink.
She bit her lip, her mind reeling from wave after wave of intense pleasure. She barely managed to regain her composure.
"Ts-Tsunade-sama..." she gasped.
The tempest within the bathroom abruptly ceased.
Shizune turned to see Tsunade wearing the same expression she had just moments ago.
Tsunade was cradled in Shinho's arms, her feet dangling off the ground, her entire body draped against his.
Shizune silently apologized.
At this moment, she could only offer herself as support. But just as she caught her breath, Shinho pulled her closer, his lips finding hers. Shizune was momentarily startled, then eagerly responded to his kiss.
"Damn him!" Tsunade muttered under her breath.
Shinho glanced at her, then gently set her down.
"...?" Tsunade was both confused and dissatisfied. Why would he stop now?
Just then, Shinho patted her backside. Tsunade blinked, then turned around, her back to him. Shizune followed suit.
The two women exchanged a glance, quickly understanding Shinho's intent. They instinctively reached for each other, their hands intertwining. In this moment, they were connected.
The night passed without a word.
Morning arrived, sunlight streaming through the window.
Shinho sat up and stretched, his body pleasantly sore. Last night's passion had left him exhilarated, so much so that he hadn't slept much.
Of course, Tsunade and Shizune were exhausted. However, being less physically robust, they were still sound asleep.
Shinho didn't disturb them. He dressed, washed up, and headed to the Hokage office.
"Lord Hokage," Mabui stopped organizing documents, turned, and bowed.
"Mm," Shinho nodded in acknowledgment.
Mabui resumed tidying the files on her desk, her back to him.
"Where did Kaguya stay last night?" Shinho suddenly remembered he hadn't arranged accommodations for her.
Mabui was about to answer when she trembled slightly. A warm hand rested on her black silk-clad thigh.
"In the house next to ours," Mabui replied, her lips pressed together.
"That's fine," Shinho said, savoring the texture of the black silk and the warmth of her leg. "Let's leave it at that for now."
"Yes, sir," Mabui's hand trembled as she picked up a document.
"Did Samui tell you about tonight's gathering at her place?" Shinho's hand moved upwards, reaching the edge of her stocking.
She was wearing ordinary black stockings, not suspender stockings.
"Y-Yes..." Mabui's eyes glistened with a hint of moisture. She instinctively pressed her thighs together.
"If you want to refuse, I won't force you," Shinho said, his gaze shifting to her white hair.
Mabui froze, then quickly shook her head.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she said, "I'm willing."
"I can see that," Shinho chuckled, wiggling his fingers.
Mabui's dark complexion deepened to a rich crimson.
"Get back to work," Shinho withdrew his hand.
The tension in Mabui's body eased.
She gathered the documents in her arms and, once her legs had regained their strength, turned and left the office.
Shinho watched her go, then immersed himself in his work.
Some time later, the door to the Hokage office creaked open a fraction, revealing a flash of light gold hair. It wasn't Tsunade, but Ino.
"Are you still mad at me?" Shinho asked with a smile.
"Of course, I'm still mad!" Ino retorted, hands on her hips.
The sunlight caught her figure, highlighting her smooth, fair waist.
"Ino," Shinho rose and walked towards her, his eyes appraising her. "You've become even more beautiful."
"Don't think flattery will get you anywhere," Ino huffed.
"It's been a while. Did you miss me?" Shinho closed the door casually, his question brazenly bold.
"No!" Ino crossed her arms.
"Why didn't you come see me?" Ever since she learned that Tsunade, not her, was Shinho's chosen bride, she had been filled with resentment.
But as time passed, she couldn't resist seeking him out. It was spineless of her.
But looking at him now, she couldn't bring herself to be truly angry.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault," Shinho leaned closer, closing the distance between them.
Ino instinctively backed away, but her back soon met the door, leaving her no room to retreat.
She stared at Shinho's face, mere inches from hers, her heart pounding with anxiety.
"Kiss?" Shinho asked, his blue eyes sparkling like gems.
"I..." Ino opened her mouth, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Under his intense gaze, she slowly nodded.
Shinho lowered his head and kissed her cheek.
Ino blinked.
She had expected a kiss on the lips, not a chaste peck on the cheek.
But she quickly realized he wasn't finished. His lips trailed down her cheek to her neck and collarbone.
Ino bit her lip, her breathing quickening.
She had never experienced such intimate mments before, her senses overwhelmed with pleasure.
She lost track of time as his lips finally found hers.
Ino eagerly welcomed his tongue, their mouths intertwining.
Her expression softened, a blend of innocence and allure washing over her features.
Finally, they parted.
"Still mad?" Shinho asked, licking his lips.
"You jerk!" Ino buried her face in his chest, her arms tightening around him.
Shinho breathed a sigh of relief. He had successfully appeased Ino.
It hadn't been that difficult after all. Tenderness filled his heart as he gently stroked her hair.
Ino sighed, feeling the depth of her feelings. She knew she would never be able to leave him. This was it.
After her breathing returned to normal, she whispered, "Help me with my training."
"Okay," Shinho released her and led her upstairs. He used the Cleanse Soul Immortal Gu to purify her chakra, just as he had done before.
"Let me know if you have any problems," Shinho said, taking the opportunity to caress her waist and stomach.
"I know, pervert," Ino said with a radiant smile.
Shinho didn't mind the name.
After all, he was the one who had taken advantage of the situation.
At noon, after having lunch with Ino, Shinho escorted her home.
Time flew by, and soon dusk arrived. Shinho closed the last file, a hint of anticipation in his expression.
A knock echoed through the room.
"Enter," Shinho said, rising to his feet.
The door opened, revealing Samui and Mabui.
Samui's expression was composed, while Mabui, her head lowered, seemed nervous.
Tonight was one of the most important nights of her life.
"Let's go," Shinho said with a smile. "We need to buy groceries first."
"Yes," Samui and Mabui replied in unison.