PrimeTime : Reloaded

Primetime: Chapter 20

Welcome to Chapter 20 of Primetime.

Tags: Uzumaki Kushina, MILF, Corruption, Cheating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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Posted on: Nov 03, 2024

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Chapter 20: This seems familiar ?

Shiro had been running around the resort all the day, making sure everything ran smoothly while Gatou was sitting at shoot. As the manager of Gatou Resort, he took his duties seriously, but now that his responsibilities were done for the day, he allowed himself a moment of relaxation that he wanted to use to watch the special show that the Gatou's guests were doing. Heading back to the beach, his eyes immediately landed on the sight of Kushina and Kurenai, both stunning in their micro bikinis.

"Damn, what did I miss?" Shiro thought with a mixture of frustration at not having arrived but exhilaration at seeing that they had not yet finished that made a playful smirk cross his lips. The beach was practically glowing under the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun that slowly fell to the horizon until it began to sink into the sea., but neither that could outshine the two women standing near the water, their figures perfectly framed by the sparkling ocean in the background.

Kushina, with her fiery red hair loose and flowing, looked every bit the goddess in her minimal swimwear, while Kurenai's raven-black hair and smooth curves exuded an elegance that drew him in. The two women were chatting lightly, seemingly oblivious to the effect they had on the crew and the few onlookers scattered around the beach.

Shiro approached them with confidence, his eyes glinting with mischief as he neared. "Well, it looks like I've missed the main event," he called out, catching their attention. Both women turned, their eyes narrowing slightly before softening at the sight of him.

Kurenai gave him a teasing smile, "You've missed quite a show, Shiro-san. You should've been here earlier."

Kushina joined in chuckled softly. "It's not too late to catch up, though."

Shiro grinned, taking the opportunity to step closer. "It looks like I'm just in time then. You two are making this beach look better than I ever could have imagined. Gatou-sama should be paying you double for the kind of attention you'd bring to this resort."

Kurenai raised an eyebrow, "Is that how you get all the ladies, Shiro-san? With sweet talk?" Even the words seemed reproachful, Kurenai's sweet tone and playful smile said otherwise. Not to mention her gaze that Shiro could not tell if it was intriguing or flirtatious.

Shiro laughed lightly, his gaze lingering on Kushina 'Well not just sweet talk wasn't all I used' he thought for a moment before turning to Kurenai. "I wouldn't call it sweet talk. Just an honest observation. And trust me, it's not every day we get women as gorgeous as you two gracing our beaches."

Kurenai crossed her arms but smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Shiro-san."

"Ha, how do you think I got this job Kurenai-san?" They both laughed at the joke, enjoying the good atmosphere that was forming between them, while a certain red-haired woman only two steps away felt somewhat detached from the chatter.

'He's doing it on purpose, isn't it? He's ignoring me to get my attention.' Kushina thought as she watched Kurenai giggle over his words. 'This may have worked in the past but I'm a changed person now and also married on top.' 

But despite her thoughts, her chest began to tighten with jealousy as both flirted away as if she didn't exist. 'I can't believe he's flirting, and Kurenai is encouraging him,' she thought, her playful smile masking the growing unease. As silly and irrational as it seemed, Kushina didn't entirely like how Shiro paid so much attention to Kurenai. Even though he was her ex and they had ended their relationship several years ago, seeing his brazenness to be as flirtatious with Kurenai as he was with her in the past in front of her eyes annoyed her. Shiro, sensing that Kushina still retained something of her old self saw an opportunity to check it out and shifted his attention fully to Kurenai, his gaze lingering on her figure longer than Kushina liked.

"You know, Kurenai-san, that bikini looks absolutely perfect on you. It's rare to see someone wear it with such... confidence," Shiro said, his voice dipping slightly as he complimented her. As if it was a little secret between them and he wanted to keep Kushina out of it.

Kurenai chuckled, shifting her hips slightly as if to emphasise his point. "You think so, Shiro-san? I wasn't sure it'd be too much, but I guess it's working," she replied, giving him a wink.

Kushina's chest tightened. 'How is she so calm about this?' She watched as Shiro's eyes flickered with interest, his smile deepening at Kurenai's response. The way Kurenai effortlessly engaged with him only fueled the sting in Kushina's chest. She felt her pulse quicken, a mixture of frustration and, for the first time since she met Kurena, an unfriendly competitiveness rising to the surface.

'Is he even noticing me at all?' The thought sent a wave of heat to her face, frustration blending with embarrassment. 'I'm not going to let her steal the spotlight.' She clenched her fists slightly at her sides, her resolve solidifying. 'I'll show them both.'

"I've heard from the guys in your group about how fantastic you are at this kind of work. I admit I'm excited to get to see you with my own eyes." Shiro continued, taking a small step closer to Kurenai.

Kushina's heart pounded faster with irritation and distaste for the way he flirted with her. He had done the same thing with her during high school. 'He's laying it on thick, and she's loving it.' Her eyes flicked to Kurenai, who seemed to be relishing the attention. 

Kushina's eyes lingered on Shiro and Kurenai. 'Going after a younger-looking woman now, are we? He must have forgotten how I had him begging to look my way,' she thought as she adjusted her top, causing her breasts to jiggle.

This action caught Shiro's eye as she noticed his head turn towards her before he shifted back to Kurenai. Her lips slowly curved into a smirk. 'I knew it. He's doing it on purpose. Just wait… just you wait until the shoot. I will not lose, not this time. If it's a game of who stands out, I'll make sure no one forgets about this,' Kushina thought, with even greater determination to outdo Kurenai than she already had.

Straightening her posture, Kushina focused entirely on the upcoming shoot. She noticed Shiro's eyes darting back to her, and in response, she gave him a smirk—not one of playfulness, but one filled with intent to prove something.

'I'll make sure you look my way,' she thought.

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As the break came to an end, Jiraiya signalled for the crew to start setting up for the shoot. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, almost touching the sea, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach—perfect for capturing the most striking and memorable shots.

Kushina and Kurenai stood side by side, both feeling a mix of anticipation and determination. They knew this last set would be crucial in defining the success of the entire shoot. It was more than just a simple photoshoot now; it was a test of who could shine the brightest under the spotlight. And that shoot was the last round of their little fight.

"Alright, ladies," Jiraiya called out, his voice filled with encouragement, "this is the last stretch for the day. Let's make it count!"

Kushina took a deep breath, feeling her resolve harden. She was determined to outshine Kurenai, to prove that she could be just as daring, if not more. Minato's words from earlier echoed in her mind, pushing her forward: "Show them what you're made of, Kushina. You've always had the strength to do it."

With that thought fueling her, she stepped confidently toward the shooting area. The sand beneath her feet was cool, and the evening breeze gently caressed her exposed skin, sending a subtle shiver through her. Kurenai followed closely behind, her own confidence unwavering as she casually adjusted her bikini top, making sure it sat perfectly on her curves.

The crew buzzed with excitement, sensing the intensity in the air. The mood had shifted—everyone could feel the stakes were higher now. Cameras were being adjusted, lenses focused, and the final scene was being set for what would be the most important shoot of the day.

"Kushina, you're up first," Jiraiya said, his tone both encouraging and commanding. During the break, some of the crew members had quietly placed their bets on the side, predicting who would steal the spotlight. It was clear the stakes were raised as they whispered among themselves about how the ladies would perform, and it was generally agreed that the final touch would be getting them wet.

Kushina stepped forward, her body brimming with newfound confidence. She could feel the intensity of the moment—this was it. The earlier conversations with Minato and even Kurenai had given her the motivation to push her boundaries, to step out of her comfort zone.

Jiraiya clapped his hands together. "Alright, since this is the last set of the day, I want it to be more dynamic," he explained, his eyes scanning the two women before continuing. "I want to capture you in motion, moving naturally and gracefully with the elements around you. Kushina, we're going to start with you running along the shoreline, letting the water splash around you. We'll capture the sunlight reflecting off the water as you move."

Kushina nodded. Her heart raced, but she kept her breathing steady. 'I can do this', she told herself, already visualising the scene in her mind. Her eyes flicked briefly toward Kurenai, who watched calmly, her lips curled in a confident smile. But this time, Kushina wouldn't let herself be intimidated. 'This is my moment'.

"Are you ready?" Jiraiya asked, giving both women a final look of encouragement.

"Yes, Jiraiya-san," Kurenai responded, her voice smooth, but Kushina could hear the underlying competitiveness in her tone.

"Good, good. That's great," Jiraiya said, pleased. "We'll do solo shots first, then move on to dual shots. Kushina, you're up first."

Kushina didn't have much time to overthink it. The moment Jiraiya pointed at her, she nodded instinctively, stepping towards the edge of the water. Her red hair, loose and flowing, was already being tugged gently by the breeze. The sunlight danced on the surface of the ocean, creating a beautiful backdrop as the waves softly lapped at the shore.

Suppressing the insecurities behind, Kushina felt a rush of adrenaline as Jiraiya's words of calling her sank in. This was her chance to prove herself, to stand out in every possible way. She could feel Kurenai's presence beside her, calm and collected, but there was no room for doubt now. Taking a deep breath, Kushina nodded, her eyes focused on the shoreline ahead. 'Come on I've come this far, There is only Victory now nothing else.'

"I'm ready," she said, more to herself than to Jiraiya, but the conviction in her voice was unmistakable.

She walked toward the edge of the beach, about 20 metres from where the cameras and Jiraiya were located, the cool sand beneath her feet offering a momentary sense of grounding. The waves lapped gently at the shore, its serene and soft natural melody contrasted with the quickening beat of her heart. As she reached the spot where the water met the sand, she paused, feeling the ocean breeze lift her red hair, which now cascaded loosely over her shoulders.

The micro bikini she wore clung to her every curve, the minimal fabric leaving little to the imagination. She could feel the eyes of the crew on her, waiting, anticipating. But that didn't matter. She wasn't doing this for them. She was doing it for herself—to prove that she could outshine anyone.

"Just relax, be yourself and enjoy the moment! Let your hair down, let the natural beauty of the scene shine through you!" Jiraiya's voice echoed in her mind, and with a determined smile, she leaned into the feeling, letting the tension in her shoulders dissolve. 

Nodding and with a deep breath, Kushina stepped into the cool water. She could feel it splash lightly against her ankles, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the setting sun on her skin. She could sense the eyes of the crew on her, anxious for her to start. But instead of feeling nervous, she rejoiced at the attention.

'This is it,' she thought, her competitive spirit ignited. 'This is my chance to show everyone what I'm capable of.'

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As Kushina walked and stood ready for the shoot, the men on the sidelines couldn't help but talk among themselves, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

"No way Jiraiya-san actually got her to run for the shoot," Jin muttered, disbelief dripping from his words. He had tried to suggest similar ideas in the past, only to be flat-out rejected, his attempts met with either polite refusal or outright laughter. He was still a little sore from how quickly the women had dismissed him earlier. "I've been flat-out rejected, and he barely had to ask."

"He isn't known worldwide for nothing," Gatou replied, his voice filled with grudging admiration. His gaze lingered on Kushina, watching as the sunlight danced off her skin. "Jiraiya's got a way with people, especially women. It's like a gift. I wonder if I can convince him to get them into a t-shirt shoot next, Wet t-shirts would definitely be something.." he added, almost to himself, already plotting his next move as he saw Kushina making her way closer to the water. Although he admitted his defeat against Jiraiya, Gatou still believed that he could beat Yami and Jin during tomorrow's session and position himself above them, even if he had to play a little dirty, or as he liked to call it; play smart and strategically.

Yami snorted, shaking his head unable to hide the tinge of jealousy in his voice. "Of course, he'll get them to do it. This bet was stupid from the start. We should have realised why my Tou-san says Jiraiya wins every time. There's no competition." There was a hint of bitterness in Yami's tone, the sting of knowing that even his boldest ideas paled in comparison to Jiraiya's effortless charisma. 'Damn, I didn't even get a chance to suggest anything. There's no way I can top this,' he thought to himself, frustration gnawing at him and making him frown.

Jin caught the look on Yami's face. "So, you're admitting defeat, huh? Classic Yami—always quick to surrender." He taunted with a victorious smirk worthy of a braggart who had won some kind of gold medal and looked down on someone who had won nothing. Despite the fact that Jin had been the first to be turned down.

Yami shot back with a grin of his own. "Well, at least I didn't get rejected to my face like someone here." The smirk was sharp, and Jin's jaw clenched slightly in response. It irritated him to see Jin when he took that attitude against him, even more so when he had not really done anything to justify that arrogance.

"At least I tried. You didn't even have the guts to try," Jin shot back, his voice rising with a defensive edge.

"Haha, that's true" commented Gatou, listening with attentive ears to the discussion but without taking his eyes off Kushina's figure.

Yami shrugged nonchalantly. "It's called tactical decision-making. Sure, I might've lost this round, but our personal bet is still on. So, are you backing out, or do you have the guts to keep going? I wouldn't blame you if you're disheartened after being shot down so quickly." he added, his laughter bubbling out as he needled Jin further.

Jin's expression darkened, and he clenched his fists. "I'm still in, and I'll wipe that smug grin off your face once you see the results, just wait" he snarled, determined to prove Yami wrong.

"Guys, quiet," Shiro whispered as he walked in closer to calm down the quarrel and the argument between cousins "the show is about to begin. I'm sure you'll soon be able to settle your argument properly." He said to the two tycoons who inertia directed their hostilities at the guy who was sticking his nose in their business. If it were up to him, Shiro would erase Jin and Yami from his consciousness and ignore them. But he had a feeling that if he didn't stop his chatter now, they wouldn't let him enjoy Kushina's performance.

With Shiro's assumption, Jin and Yami who were still frowning from their heated exchange of words, turned to look at the model instead of wasting their time with each other.

Pleased with his success, Shiro turned his eyes to Oike, who was holding his phone and pointing it in Kushina's direction, alternating between looking at the redhead through his screen and looking directly at her. She stood next to him , who was already recording the whole scene on his cell phone for the guys in the office. "Give me a copy later, will you?"

Receiving a nod in response they fell silent, eyes shifting back to the beach, where Kushina was now making her way toward the water, each step deliberate, each movement dripping with confidence. The men couldn't tear their eyes away. She was captivating—a vision in her microbikini, her feet sinking slightly into the wet sand as the occasional wave crept up to meet her.

"She's a knockout," Okie mumbled under his breath while zooming in as much as possible. He wasn't going to miss a second of this, not for himself, but to share it with the office crew back at KTV. This was the kind of content that would make their jaws drop.

Shiro, standing just behind him, let out a whistle. "Damn, I knew she'd steal the show," he muttered, unable to hide his admiration for the Uzumaki woman who had caught the attention of all the men and some of the women on the film crew. "You really haven't lost your touch, have you?". for a few moments, his mind regressed to several years ago. To one of many summers he had spent on this very beach when, to that time when Gatou had not yet taken control of Uzumaki 's Resort. In Shiro's eyes the image of a young Kushina of 15-16 years old was superimposed over the current one, seeing for a few brief moments that young and bold red-haired teenager wearing a beautiful revealing navy blue bikini, decorated with white ruffles on the upper area of the bra cups. The straps of which were thin ribbons of fabric that encircled her nape, back and waist and were tied in aesthetic bows that looked like they could come undone without resistance if one tugged a little on them.

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Shiro could see that young Kushina walking along the beach with her head held high, showing off her beauty and slender figure with a smile on her lips, making that men holding their breaths by simply adjusting her long red hair, being acutely aware of how sexy she was and shamelessly taking advantage of it for her amusement. Attracting the stares of men with her mere presence as if she were a highly effective bait for men. 

Walking with a mischievous and playful air, occasionally winking at the occasional guy she thought was cute to make them inevitably hook up with her, swaying her hips flirtatiously in her gait that showed off her firm and beautiful heart-shaped ass, making it dance in a hypnotic way. At the same time her breasts, which were still considerably smaller than her current mature figure, were still large enough to jiggle sensually with every step and with a cleavage so revealing that it made more of a boy forget about his girlfriend to look at Kushina, even if those girlfriends were standing next to them.

'Hehe, it sure was hard to be your boyfriend back then...' Shiro thought remembering how she never failed to attract the opposite sex when they went to the beach and how having Shiro as a boyfriend never made her stop being an attention lover how she probably cheated him and sucked other guys' cocks other than his own behind his back 'but fuck, you were worth it!' He stated in mind with such conviction that he was willing to defend with his fists if necessary.

"Even better than in the past, she is like a fine old wine," he thought with excitement as he came back to reality and saw the beautiful woman she was now, but at the same time his thoughts were tinged with great frustration and hatred towards his younger self 'Shit, if I hadn't let you go so easily back then, this very night I could have that phat ass of my bed'.

As Kushina walked toward the beach, the soft sand shifting under her feet, the men watched in rapt attention. The cool waves touched her toes, sending a ripple of excitement through the group. Her figure, perfectly highlighted by the microbikini, was enough to make the men exchange knowing glances.

"I swear, every time I see her, she looks even better," Gatou murmured, his eyes never leaving her. "There's something about her—she just commands attention without even trying."

"And she hasn't even gotten wet yet, She's going to look even better once she's soaked" Jin added, his voice hushed with anticipation, unable to hide his excitement.

Yami chuckled, shaking his head. "You're not wrong about that."

Shiro glanced sideways at them, his smirk forming on his face as he saw familiar playful confidence on Kushina's face. "Just wait. You haven't seen anything yet." as the man looked at him with a questioning gaze he added "Look at her, She's about to put on a show." Shiro muttered under his breath with a certainty in his prediction that only those who knew Kushina's past and youth could have.

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Kushina heard the team's whistles and cheers but ignored it. 'I don't need to distract myself,' she thought as her red hair, already loose, flowed freely in the wind. She positioned herself at the edge of the water, feeling the cool waves lapping at her feet and the tingle of the wet sand seeping through her toes. The micro bikini hugged her body in all the right places and covered just the bare essentials, accentuating her curves and making her feel exposed. She was acutely aware of the eyes of the crew on her, all anxious and with great expectations, but she pushed any lingering shyness aside. This was her time.

As Jiraiya signalled, Kushina took her first steps along the coast. The cool waves kissed her ankles, sending a shiver up her spine, but she didn't falter. 'I've been in these waters, this is my home'.

With a final glance at the crew, who were eagerly watching her every move, Kushina broke into a light jog. She began softly, gaining speed in her run, each step more confident than the last. The splashing of the water increased as she continued to trot, so that the water droplets flew up her shins, then her calves and knees, and finally to her thighs, making the wetness of the water give her pale, flawless skin a special glow. She could feel the gentle pull of the ocean against her legs, the sensation both grounding and freeing. The waves were gentle, playful even, splashing around her as she began to pick up her pace. 

And then, she began to RUN.

Splash

Splash

Splash

Her breathing became agitated, inhaling more air into her lungs and expelling it in gasps. Her heart was pounding to keep up with the exercise her body was going through that refused to slow down. But even with that, Kushina felt a freedom and exhilaration she hadn't felt in a long time as she began to run, the water sapping around her, catching the evening light in bright streams and shimmering particles.

 Her face flushed with a mix of exertion and excitement. Her red hair flowed behind her in the breeze like a trail, the tresses reflected the golden sunlight and made her hair look as if it were actually made of fire. Every stride she took was graceful but energetic, her feet barely skimming the water as she moved effortlessly along the shoreline. Almost as if she herself floated with the grace of some kind of yokai woman or sea goddess from some local temple.

The cool water soaked into her bikini, making the white fabric semi-transparent as it clung tighter to her body. She felt the refreshing humidity of the water against her skin together with the wind caressing her being, heightening her senses, but it only made her movements more fluid, more confident. 

The crew watched in awe as Kushina glided along the beach in front of them, the cameras capturing her every move. Her laughter was genuine, her eyes sparkling with excitement. With every step, the water splashed higher, starting to soak her and her outfit. The water splashed up against her thighs, soaking the white micro bikini and making it cling to her skin. The wet fabric quickly became almost semi-transparent, for the pleasure of all present. With enough focus anyone could make a rough outline of her core that was barely hidden by this wet strip of cloth. 

She turned her head slightly as she was about to pass in front of the camera crew., glancing back at the cameras, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she gave them a playful smile. 'Are you watching, Kurenai?' she thought, her competitive fire blazing. 'Because I'm just getting started.'

As she picked up speed, the water splashed higher, fully drenching her bikini. The top, already minimal, struggled to contain her full, bouncing breasts. With each stride, her breasts bounced in rhythm, barely contained by the bikini top, that looked like it would happen at any moment and fall out of it. The gentle jiggle of her chest was impossible to ignore. Each bounce of her chest sent a ripple through the minimal fabric, and her hardened nipples were almost visible through the soaked material. But Kushina didn't care—she was lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the sensation of the water, the sun, and her own movement. She knew the camera would capture everything, and she embraced it. This wasn't just a run—it was her moment of freedom, of daring, of embracing her own beauty. A feeling he had not had so much contact with for years and he found it nostalgic and pleasant.

Kushina glanced over her shoulder at the cameras she had left behind, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gave them a playful, flirty smile. She could feel the energy of the crew, their admiration feeding her performance. Her red hair, now wet and tousled, framed her face perfectly, enhancing her natural beauty under the soft golden light of the setting sun. 'This is my moment and I will live in it' she thought, her competitive fire burning stronger with each passing second. 

Her laughter, light and natural, bubbled up as she became more confident, more playful. She could feel the energy of the crew, their admiration fueling her even further. She wasn't just running—she was performing. And she knew they were captivated.

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As the first cool splash of the ocean hit Kushina's skin, the men leaned in closer, their conversations trailing off as the moment took center stage.

The anticipation was palpable, and they couldn't help but exchange their thoughts on how effortlessly Jiraiya had managed to get both women to participate.

As Kushina prepared to start her run, Shiro couldn't resist leaning over to Okie. "Make sure you get this on camera as well. Kindly also share the results with me."

"I'm already on it," Okie replied, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone as he captured every second.

The men stood in silence now, their eyes glued to Kushina as she stepped closer to the water's edge, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Her bare feet sank slightly into the wet sand as the occasional wave lapped at her toes, and for a brief moment, the beach seemed to fall into a hush as all eyes stayed on her.

As Kushina started sprinting through the water, her red hair flowing behind her like a flame, the men watched in captivated silence. 

Yami looked at the redhead. "Damn, look at her go. She's like a goddess out there."

Jin chuckled softly, his eyes glued to the camera feed. "That micro bikini barely holding on… Look at the way the water's clinging to her. You can see every curve, every muscle." adjusting the zoom of his camera almost to the maximum to capture every detail of the beautiful redhead.

One of the lighting crew members, Raido, leaned in closer, lowering his voice with a smirk. "Forget the muscles—look at her chest. That top's practically transparent now. You can see almost everything."

Jin's grin widened as he watched Kushina's breasts bounce with each step, the soaked bikini top doing little to hide her hardened nipples that can be distinguished as almost faded pink spots on the cup of her bra if one focussed hard enough. "I think we're getting more than we bargained for. Jiraiya's is definitely a well deserved winner here."

"I know I Know," Gatou muttered under his breath, his eyes not leaving the sight of Kushina's body shimmering in the water. "She looks like she's made for this... That bounce, those hips... man, she's something else. I would have to get in touch with Jiraiya-san after this "

"Did you see the way the bikini hugged her?" Okie added, zooming in on his phone to capture every detail. "You could trace every inch of her with your eyes. The water's practically outlining her for us."

Gatou let out a low whistle, his eyes narrowing with approval. "You've gotta admit, she's something else. The way she moves... It's like she was born for this kind of attention. I don't think I've ever seen anyone own a shoot like that."

"Her nipples," Jin murmured, unable to contain himself any longer. "Look at them. They're practically almost begging to be noticed, poking right through the fabric like that."

Shiro snorted softly. "Not like anyone could miss them. She knows exactly what she's doing, flaunting herself like that. She's got the whole crew mesmerized. And anyone who will see these pics and videos would be infatuated with her". He added, speaking from multiple experiences, "Now I definitely need to have her before she leaves again," he thought, feeling his cock threaten to get hard at the thought of feeling Kushina's body against his again like they did before.

"She's teasing us," Yami said, shaking his head with a smile. "And she knows it. Just look at her. She's loving every second of it."

As Kushina, who had passed them and now they could only see her back and backside, glanced over her shoulder again, catching their gaze, she flashed another playful smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The men watched, spellbound, as she ran her hand through her wet hair, tossing it back while the last rays of sunlight framed her body in a golden glow.

"She's playing with us," Gatou whispered, his voice thick with desire. 

Okie nodded, his camera still recording every second. "And she's damn good at it. This is going to be one hell of a video."

As Kushina's laughter echoed through the beach, her body now fully soaked, the water running down her legs and torso in glistening rivulets, the men could only stare in admiration. Her bikini clung so tightly to her skin it seemed as though it had become a part of her, showcasing every intimate detail with startling clarity.

"Jiraiya sure knows how to pick them, and how to get them to work," Gatou said, his voice low. "She's a masterpiece. I could watch this all day."

Yami chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You, me and all of us."

As the last light of the day began to fade and having travelled a good distance, Kushina slowed her run, her body glistening under the dimming sky. She turned toward the crew one last time, her expression filled with playful confidence, knowing that every eye was on her.

"We definitely need more shoots like this," Okie muttered, finally pulling his gaze away from the screen. "And I wouldn't mind being on every single one of them.I'm so lucky that i got invited to this shoot"

While the men were admiring and talking to each other about the beautiful red-haired KTV hostess performance, not far from there, there was also someone watching her, only she was doing it differently from the others. 

Wearing a neutral and gentle mask, Kurenai hid her seriousness and the discomfort she felt watching Kushina's performance, not to mention the effect she was having on the crew. Her bright red eyes were riveted on Kushina with a critical countenance, analysing her every move and gesture. watching her from a distance and the screens broadcasting the various official photographs being taken of her. Each one worthy of having its own cover.

Kurenai made an effort not to click her tongue or make a bad face in public, but inwardly she recognized her concern and fear she felt at the sight of that threat 'she's good...'

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Finally, after several runs along the shore, Jiraiya signalled for her to stop. Kushina was breathless, She stood panting slightly, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her body glistened with a mixture of sea water and sweat that reflected the golden light of the setting sun. The bikini bottoms, now completely soaked, had climbed up between her buttocks accentuating the roundness and size of her ass. The wet fabric clung to her intimately, accentuating the curves of her hips and the roundness of her ass with every step. On the front side it had ridden up to her core creating a pronounced camel toe that was impossible to ignore. 

Her breasts still jiggled slightly with each movement, the top clinging tightly to her skin, revealing her hardened nipples even more clearly. She felt a surge of pride as she walked, knowing she had given a performance that would be hard to top.

As Kushina turned to walk back toward the crew, she caught Kurenai watching her with a knowing smile. The raven-haired beauty gave her a small nod of approval, as if acknowledging Kushina's stunning performance with silent respect. While her expressions may have meant to say, 'Well done.' But there was something in Kurenai's expression—something that told Kushina she wasn't the only one who was competitive.

"Fantastic job, Kushina-san," Jiraiya praised as she walked back to where the crew had gathered. "You were incredible out there."

Kushina smiled, a deep sense of satisfaction washing over her. She had pushed herself beyond her comfort zone, and it had paid off. "Thank you, Jiraiya-san," she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

As she reached her spot, Shiro walked up to her with a towel in hand. "Here you go, Kushina-san," he said, offering it to her with a smile. "That was something else, Kushina," he whispered, his eyes glinting with admiration. "You still know how to steal the show. You were certainly born for this"

"Thanks, Shiro. I aim to please." Kushina replied, taking the towel and wrapping it around her glistening body. The warmth of the towel was a welcome contrast to the coolness of the water, and she felt a sense of relief as it began to soak up the moisture from her skin. Since it was already getting dark and Jiraiya had said that those would be the last shots, Kushina was free to go to the locker room to take off her bikini and change into something less revealing. Though for some reason she still wanted to remain in her wet bikini in front of all these men. 'I still got it' rejoicing as there were those who were still looking at her, even Shiro, who previously ignored her in favour of Kurenai.

As she dried off, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had pushed herself further than she had ever expected, and the admiration in the eyes of the crew told her that she had succeeded. She had given them a performance they wouldn't soon forget, and it felt exhilarating. "That was very exciting, maybe I was born to do this?" she thought with a growing excitement fluttering through her.

As she dried off, she could feel the crew still buzzing from the energy of her performance. She had given them a show they wouldn't forget, and the best part? She knew Kurenai had seen it all and she wouldn't be able to overcome it.

Kurenai approached her, her smile still in place. "You were incredible out there, Kushina," she said with a political kindness he always used and concealed his true feelings.

"Thank you, Kurenai," Kushina replied, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and pride. "It was a bit nerve-wracking, but I'm glad I did it."

Kurenai nodded. "You've got nothing to worry about. You were amazing."

As the two women exchanged smiles, the crew began to prepare for the final set of the day. Kushina, still wrapped in her towel, took a moment to herself, reflecting on the day's events and the newfound confidence she had discovered within herself.

"All right, Kurenai, you're next," Jiraiya announced, turning his attention to the raven-haired beauty.

Kurenai stepped forward, her posture poised and elegant, ready to deliver her own stunning performance. As she walked toward the water, she glanced back at Kushina and gave her a respectful nod. 'Damn, she's learning fast,' she thought with a hint of admiration and worries.

She walked toward the water. The heat of competition was palpable between the two women, but Kurenai had her own plan. She wasn't going to mimic Kushina's wild, carefree performance. No, her approach would be different—calculated, deliberate, and dripping with sensuality.

As she reached the water's edge, she took a moment to adjust her bikini top, making sure it hugged her curves just right. Her hands grazed along her toned stomach, drawing attention to the way the fabric clung to her skin. The crew's eyes were already on her, the cameras zooming in as she moved with a slow, deliberate grace. She could feel their attention, feel the tension in the air, and she thrived on it.

Jiraiya signaled for the shoot to begin, and Kurenai was ready. She didn't start with a run like Kushina had; instead, she let her feet sink into the wet sand as the waves gently lapped at her ankles. She moved slowly, purposefully, her hips swaying as she stepped into the water, the cool waves rising higher against her legs. Each step was a calculated seduction, her body moving with the elegance of someone who knew exactly how to control every gaze.

Unlike Kushina's energetic, wild and natural run under a red sunset, Kurenai's walk resembled that of a model walking the runway under the serene, almost night sky.

Kurenai's eyes flicked to the cameras, a playful glint in her gaze as she ran her hands over her own body, subtly adjusting the strings of her bikini. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back, catching the breeze as she moved, adding an air of effortless beauty. She didn't need to be wild to be captivating—she commanded attention with her calm, confident allure.

Her movements were deliberate and seductive, every step calculated to play to the camera. She knew how to work every angle, her body moving with practised grace. Reaching for the surfboard Jiraiya had suggested earlier, Kurenai wrapped her fingers around its edge, pulling it toward her. The prop was perfect for her plan. She positioned it vertically in front of her, pressing her body against the smooth surface as if she were dancing with it. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm as she used the board to showcase her toned figure.

She glanced over her shoulder at the camera, her lips curving into a subtle, teasing smile. The surfboard framed her body perfectly, her curves highlighted by the contrast of the hard board against her soft, exposed skin. Kurenai bent forward slightly, Her breasts pressed against the surfboard in such a way that part of them leaked out of her sides and were exposed to the cameras and she pushed her ass back a bit, in the direction of her audience but without being too blatant. The movement was slow, deliberate, as if she was daring the camera to take in every detail.

The crew was captivated by the contrast in her approach. While Kushina had embraced a wild, playful energy, Kurenai was the picture of controlled sensuality. Every move she made was deliberate, a calculated tease meant to draw out the admiration of those watching.

As she shifted positions, Kurenai pulled the surfboard down onto the sand, positioning it horizontally in front of her. She bent over it gracefully, her chest pressing against the board as she arched her back, her ass raised provocatively. The pose and the naturalness with which she did it was even reminiscent of a cat stretching itself. Her movements were fluid, slow, and dripping with seduction as she glanced at the camera over her shoulder, her eyes dark with intensity.

The wet sand clung to her legs, adding a rough contrast to the smoothness of her skin. The water splashed lightly around her feet, but she didn't let it distract her. Instead, she used it—each step she took was slow, allowing the water to ripple around her legs, catching the sunlight in glistening sprays.

Her hands slid up the length of the board, her fingers tracing its edges as if she were touching something more intimate. The cameras zoomed in on her every move, capturing the deliberate way she showcased her body, her movements oozing confidence and desire. She wasn't just performing for the camera—she was commanding it.

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Back on the sidelines, the men exchanged murmurs. As Kurenai moved with grace, the atmosphere around the crew shifted. They watched intently, their conversations turning more reflective as her calculated, sensual performance contrasted sharply with Kushina's playful energy.

"She's playing this completely differently than Kushina," Jin muttered, his eyes glued to Kurenai as she worked the surfboard with calculated grace. "It's not just about the energy—it's about the control. She knows how to pull us in."

"Yeah," Shiro agreed. "She's not rushing it. She's letting every second build the tension and our yearning for more. You were right when you said she was a professional.Its like she's holding back, but in a way that's captivating. Every movement is precise. It's like she's choreographed each step."

Yami nodded, clearly impressed. "Looks like Kushina is not the only one with a special performance in store for us."

"Ithink everyone expected this," Jin chimed in, eyes glued to the camera feed. "She's got this effortless elegance. She's not flaunting it like Kushina—she's commanding attention. She's making every second count."

As Kurenai continued to move, arching her back gracefully over the surfboard, her presence seemed to demand the crew's focus. Her subtle, calculated motions created an undeniable allure. There was a sense of admiration from the men as they watched her perfect every pose.

Shiro leaned closer to the camera monitor, impressed by the fluidity in Kurenai's performance. "It's like she's telling a story with every gesture of her body"

Kurenai, aware of the eyes on her, glided back from the water's edge with poise, the crew captivated by the commanding elegance she'd brought to the shoot. This wasn't just a performance—it was a display of power and grace, a contrast to the raw energy Kushina had brought earlier. Each crew member had their own appreciation for her style, recognizing that what she conveyed was beyond simple allure—it was artistry. Even her bikini was wet, her nipples were poking through material she didn't mind. She continued as if knowing what she was showing the small smile on her face was proof of that.

"She's got us hooked," one of the crew members said, unable to take his eyes off her.

It was a unanimous conclusion.

If Kushina was a radiant spectacle whose body captured your attention in the same way a valuable treasure does, Kurenai's sensual performance was doing it as if it were a beautiful dance or a siren song that wouldn't let you look away.

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Kurenai's eyes sparkled as she saw the crew´s reactions and the men watching. She knew she was stealing their attention, and she loved it. She lifted herself from the surfboard, letting her fingers trail along her thighs as she straightened up, her body moving with a smooth, seductive flow.

As she walked deeper into the water, the waves reached her thighs, soaking her bikini bottoms until they clung tightly to her skin. She tilted her head slightly, letting her hair fall over one shoulder as she ran her hands through it, wringing out the water. The motion highlighted the curve of her breasts, which were perfectly outlined by the wet bikini top. Her nipples, hardened from the cool water, pressed against the fabric, drawing the camera's focus.

Kurenai didn't need to be flashy to be captivating—her slow, deliberate movements were enough to drive the crew wild. She knelt down in the shallow water, letting it wash over her thighs as she ran her hands over her own body, her fingers grazing her stomach, then moving up to cup her breasts, spreading the water that her hands had collected and letting the water droplets run down his skin. She wasn't just posing; she was performing a sensual dance for the camera, every move designed to seduce.

Back on shore, Jiraiya smiled, clearly impressed. "She's really owning this shoot, both of them owned it their own way. I was correct in deciding to come to KTV" he muttered to himself, watching as Kurenai continued to move gracefully in the water.

Kurenai arched her back slightly, her chest rising as her hands ran over her wet body. She gave the camera one last, intense look before slowly standing, water dripping down her legs. She took a second to fix her hair, lifting her black mane to expose her semi-double back where the thin strap of her bikini top with its exposed knot that more than one looked at as if they wanted to untie it with their mind. Letting her hair fall back down her back, she sauntered back to the shore, her hips swaying with each step. She could feel the eyes on her, the admiration, the lust—and she revelled in it.

As she reached the shore, she paused briefly, letting the sunset sun catch her wet skin, making it glow. With a sly smile, she turned to face the crew. She had given them a show, one they wouldn't soon forget, and she knew it. As she walked back, she gave the redhead a small, knowing nod. 'Beat that,' her expression seemed to say, though her lips remained in a teasing smile, sure of her victory. 

While Kushina's performance had been wild, free, and filled with energy, Kurenai had taken a different path—one that oozed sensuality and deliberate control. She had played to the camera, to the crew, to the audience. It wasn't just a performance; it was a statement.

"Okay, ladies, thats all for today" Jiraiya said as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the beach.

The final shots were taken, and the crew began to pack up, still buzzing with excitement from the successful shoot.

Kushina and Kurenai both felt a deep sense of accomplishment as they wrapped up the day. They had each given their best, and it was clear the results would be spectacular. But above all, each rejoiced in a sense of victory over the other.

As they headed back to the changing area, Jiraiya approached them with a broad smile. "You both were amazing today. This shoot is going to be one for the books."

Kushina and Kurenai exchanged tired but satisfied smiles. "Thank you, Jiraiya-san," Kurenai said, her voice filled with gratitude. "It was a challenging shoot, but I think we both rose to the occasion."

Kushina nodded in agreement. "Yes, it was definitely an experience I won't forget."

Jiraiya chuckled. "I'm glad to hear that. Now, go get some rest—you've earned it. We'll do another shoot tomorrow, early in the morning, with the rising sun."

As the crew left and the beach became quiet, Kurenai turned to Kushina with a playful grin. "Hey, before we head out, let's snap a few pics for Ninjagram, teaser for what we just did. The lighting's perfect right now."

Kushina smiled, brushing her wet hair back. "Why not? Might as well have some fun."

Standing on the shoreline in their wet micro bikinis, the two ladies struck a series of poses. Kushina playfully leaned forward, resting her hands on her hips while arching her back, her crimson hair cascading down her shoulders. Kurenai, more elegant and poised, stood with one hand resting on her thigh and the other raised behind her head, her long dark hair framing her face as she gave a sultry smile. They took turns snapping each other's pictures.

"Alright, one more," Kushina said, moving beside Kurenai and wrapping an arm around her. "Let's give them something to talk about." They both turned their heads slightly to the camera, their expressions a mix of playfulness and allure.

After a few clicks, Kushina looked at the photos. "These turned out great! Ninjagram is going to blow up when we post these."

Kurenai laughed softly. "Yeah, they'll have no idea what hit them."

With a few taps, they uploaded the photos with a cheeky caption:

"After a long day of work, a little fun at the beach never hurts. See you tomorrow at sunrise! 🌊🌞 #KTVVibes #SunsetMagic #BeachWarriors"