NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 22: Chapter 21: Why am I so like this?
Primetime: Chapter 21
Welcome to Chapter 21 of Primetime.
Tags: Uzumaki Kushina, MILF, Corruption, Cheating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
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Posted on: Jan 5, 2025
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Chapter 21: Why am I so like this?
While Kushina was out 'exploring' the sea of Uzushio with Kurenai, back home Minato had tried calling her multiple times throughout the evening, each call going unanswered. He sighed, glancing at his phone, wondering what had kept her so occupied.
Meanwhile, their son, Naruto, was lounging on the living room couch, scrolling through the flood of comments on Kushina's latest Ninjagram post.
RedFanatic23: "Kushina, you've outdone yourself! š„š„ That body, that smile... I'm dying here! š"
JinchuurikiJay: "Damn, those curves though! I swear you're too hot to handle! š„µš¦"
Emerald: "When can we see more? Asking for a friend... or two. šš"
KushinaObsessed: "Can't stop looking at these pics! You're perfect! ā¤ļøš"
Sobrat: "I wanna fk u so bad. That bikini should be illegal! š„š"
CanadianWhiskey95: "Girl, how are you so damn flawless? I can't even!! š š¦"
MinatoRules9: "You're literally breaking the internet with this. š„š„š„"
HotShinobi24: "Please say there's more coming š I can't get enough of this! š¦"
belial: "Who knew you could look this good drenched in water? šš§"
JiraiyaApproved: "š„š„š„ I NEED MORE!!! Seriously, you're driving us all crazy! š¦"
NaughtyNinja92: "Imagine you and me alone, just saying šš„µ"
KurenaiFan10: "This is insane! Kurenai better step it up after this! ššŖ"
BeachLover86: "You've made the beach 10x hotter! šš„"
WaterStyleFanatic: "That water scene though š You're too damn sexy! š§š"
flex.42: "How are we supposed to focus on anything else after this? š"
Naruto frowned as he read more comments:
SensualShinobi07: "Drenched in water... now all we need is you and me šš¦"
GoddessKushina88: "Is it possible to look any better? Damn girl! š„š"
Alphaflash34: "Seggs?"
PotatoBalls: "Red hair, wet body... It's a fantasy come true šā¤ļø"
JinWantsMore: "This is too much to handle! When's the next post? š¦š„"
WetDream94: "You're a dream come true š I can't stop staring! šš¦"
ShadoWolf: "I'd give anything to be on that beach with you š"
ThirstyForKushina: "I can't believe my eyes! You're a fking goddess! šš„"
BeachBabeLover: "Kushina, you're killing it! So hot and confident! šļøš„"
RasenganMaster9: "Minato's a lucky man! Can't take my eyes off you! š"
SultrySage87: "Are you trying to destroy us all? Because it's working. š„š„µ"
LoveForKushina95: "I'd give anything just to be near you right now šš"
SensualSandShinobi: "Seeing you wet like that... I'm not even thinking straight. š¦š"
jonesey: "My heart can't handle this! You're on fire! š„š„š„"
RAIN: "Do I even need to say it? I wanna fk you so bad š„µ"
NinjaDreamer82: "This is the hottest thing I've seen in ages. š„š When's the next post?"
Artemiz: "Just imagining... šš„ You're driving us all wild!"
RedHeadHeaven: "You're making everyone weak. Damn, that body though! šš¦"
SS_Kushi_Fan: "The water never looked so good until you got in it šš„"
SexyRedHead97: "I want more of this. You're making me crazy šš¦"
Alphaflash34: "Seggs?"
ShinobiFantasies: "Every pose is hotter than the last. You're too perfect! šš"
InuzukaFanboy82: "I don't know what's sexier, your body or that confidence š„š¦"
DreamComeTrue78: "You're making my day every time you post! More please! š„µ"
EternalLust94: "I'm fking obsessed with you, Kushina. š„ You're everything."
RedHairRules: "The world isn't ready for this level of hotness! ššš„"
ShiroSimp96: "You're making all my fantasies come true. I'm not even sorry. š¦š"
Alphaflash34: "Seggs?"
'Kaa-chan gets these kinds of comments?' Naruto thought, his eyes narrowing as he scrolled through her Ninjagram feed. The latest post was causing a stir, it showed Kushina in a barely-there, wet micro-bikini, the material clinging to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. Her long red hair was slicked back, droplets of water clinging to her skin, and the backdrop of the beach only added to the allure of the shot. Naruto's face grew hot with embarrassment and frustration.
He noticed her follower count had swelled to nearly 175,000. 'Tou-san doesn't seem to mind it,' he thought, 'I saw him browsing through her Ninjagram, so it must be okay.' But it didn't stop him from feeling uneasy.
The comments were relentless. "Damn, Uzumaki-san is a total babe," read one, while another boldly stated, "her husband is one lucky guy." And there it was, Kiba's comment, front and center. "Looking amazing, Kushina-san! Where's this beach, anyway? Mind if I join?" Naruto's fist clenched.
"That damn Kiba, commenting on Kaa-chan's posts like that!" he grumbled, feeling a surge of protectiveness. He couldn't shake the nagging thought of all those eyes on his mother, admiring her in ways he found uncomfortable. He couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of protectiveness welling up inside him. Sure, his mom was cool and pretty, but seeing her get this kind of attention from so many guys, some even friends, made him uneasy.
Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, 'Kaa-chan probably doesn't care about these weirdos. She's too cool to care about these comments,' Still, it didn't ease the irritation gnawing at him as he continued to scroll through the endless stream of likes and comments.
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Back in Uzushio, the moonlight shimmered on the water's surface as Kushina and Kurenai began to pull themselves from the sea, their breaths still heavy from their intimate encounter. The cool night air felt refreshing against their heated skin, but as they neared the shore and the cool breeze brushed her exposed and wet skin, a new problem made itself apparent.
As Kushina and Kurenai finally stood on the beach, they couldn't help but exchange a glance of disbelief. Their clothes, which had been left at the edge of the sea waters, were completely soaked by the incoming waves . Even from a distance she could see water clung to the fabric of their jeans and tops, making them heavy and cold as they picked them up.
Kushina sighed, her eyes scanning the area. "Where the hell is our underwear?" She kicked at the sand, searching in the dim light, but it was clear that both of their bra, panties had mysteriously disappeared. She then remembered they had exactly not cared where they fell in the heat of the moment .
"We don't have time for this. We need to get back before anyone notices we've been gone too long." Kushina continued as she felt the chilly air of the beach on her body. Worse, their underwear had gone missing, leaving both women no choice but to go commando in their already wet, tight jeans. She remembered she had done something similar in the past. For reasons very similar to now, and that the experience of that situation had been... torturous, to say the least.
Kushina sighed, glancing at the soaked clothes. "We have no choice but to wear them as if they are. We need to hurry up" She added as she walked to the pile of her clothes.
Kurenai groaned as she reached for her jeans as she bent over giving Kushina a view of her round firm ass, holding them up and feeling the weight of the wet fabric. "Greatā¦ these are going to be a nightmare to put on." Kurenai muttered, pulling her jeans up from the ground and trying to shake water out her jeans as best she could, but it was no use, they were drenched through.
Kurenai chuckled darkly, already struggling to pull the cold, soaked fabric over her hips. "We're really in some trouble. Guess we'll have to make the best of the situation in hand." Kurenai glanced toward the resort in the distance, where faint lights flickered in the windows. "We can't exactly walk back naked," she muttered, though the idea of getting into her wet jeans wasn't appealing either. "No underwear and wet jeans? This is going to feel... intense. "
Both women began to pull jeans quickly, the urgency to avoid being seen naked by anyone from the resort pushing them through the discomfort. Kurenai was the first to tug her jeans up, the wet denim clinging to her bare skin as she shimmied them over her hips.
"Damn," she whispered under her breath, biting her lip as the tight, cold fabric pressed tightly against her pussy. Each movement, each subtle shift of the denim caused the wet material to rub against her, teasing her in a way that was both uncomfortable and undeniably erotic.
Kushina also picked up her soaking wet jeans and began pulling them on with a grunt. The sensation of the wet denim sliding up her bare thighs was torturous, and by the time she'd tugged them over her hips, the rough fabric was pressing firmly against her pussy. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan when the material pressed against her still-sensitive pussy. Her body was still on edge, her arousal heightened from what had just transpired a few minutes before.
"Ahh it tickles," she whispered under her breath as the denim rubbed against her exposed slit directly, the roughness of the fabric sending small jolts of sensation through her core with every movement.
Kurenai, similarly struggling to pull on her wet jeans, let out a soft moan as the fabric pressed tightly against her slit as well. "This feels... way too much right now," she admitted, her cheeks flushing as she tugged her jeans over her hips.
"Fuck," Kushina groaned softly as she fastened the button on her jeans, the pressure of the waistband adding to the unbearable sensation between her legs. Every step would be a struggle, every movement would send jolts of pleasure through her body. She wasn't sure how she was going to make it back to the resort without completely losing control.
Kurenai glanced over at her, her own breathing slightly ragged as she adjusted the waistband of her jeans. Her nipples, still hard from both the cold and their earlier encounter, were clearly visible through her soaked top, pressing against the thin fabric. They were pressed visibly against her wet top, the cool air and arousal making them stand out in clear pokies. "You okay over there?" she asked.
Kushina let out a strained laugh, running a hand through her wet hair. "I'll survive, but these jeans... they're rubbing me the wrong way."
"Wrong way? More like the 'right' way," Kurenai teased, though her own face flushed as she shifted uncomfortably, the constant pressure of the wet denim on her pussy sending similar small waves of arousal through her body with every step.
Kushina,now her own nipples straining against the tight, soaked fabric of her red top, glanced at Kurenai and couldn't help but laugh softly. "We look ridiculous."
Kurenai smirked, though her breath hitched as her jeans rubbed against her sensitive pussy as she took a step. "Maybe... but we're not exactly in a position to complain. Let's just get back before anyone sees us like this."
The two women stood there for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of their wet, tight jeans and equally wet tops rubbing against their body. Every movement caused the material to press against their most sensitive areas, the friction heightened by the fact that they had nothing on underneath. Their nipples, hard and straining against their tops, were visible to anyone who might glance in their direction.
Kushina could feel every step causing the rough material of her jeans to rub against her most sensitive parts, her body still betraying her with soft moans escaping her lips as they walked. Her nipples, hard and aroused, were clearly visible through her top, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Every shift of the fabric teased her, and the pressure between her legs only intensified the sensation. Her breasts jiggled and it was the same for Kurenai; they were walking wet dreams of every man.
Each step was a struggle for the women. The wet, rough fabric of their jeans pressed tightly against their sensitive folds, every movement causing the material to slide over their bare skin. The sensation was relentless, an unbearable mix of discomfort and arousal that made their legs tremble as they walked. With every step, their wet jeans rubbed against their clits, the friction sending small pulses of pleasure through their bodies, despite their attempts to ignore it.
Kurenai's breath came out in short gasps as she glanced at Kushina, her lips curving into a wry smile. "This... this was a bad idea," she whispered, her voice breathless as she fought to maintain control over her body. Each step sent more jolts of sensation through her core, and she could already feel herself growing wetter, not just from the sea water but from the intense friction.
Kushina nodded, though she was barely holding it together herself. The wet fabric was relentless, rubbing her most sensitive areas with each step, the rough denim pressing against her clit in ways that made her thighs quiver. "Just... keep walking," she managed to say, her voice strained as she fought to keep her composure.
Soon they neared the resorts Kurenai again let out a quiet groan with each step, "This is torture," she whispered, glancing at Kushina. "How are we supposed to walk all the way back like this?"
Kushina chuckled softly, though her own discomfort was evident. "We just have to move quickly now and. Hopefully no one notices... or asks too many questions." Kushina muttered, trying to keep her voice steady as she took a step forward. The rough denim pressed directly against her clit as she moved, and she bit her lip hard to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her.
Kurenai, walking beside her, let out a soft groan as her own jeans rubbed painfully, yet erotically, against her pussy. "Damn, is it just me or do you kind of like it? "
"... a little" Kushina admitted, as they neared the resort, they could see a few members of the KTV crew lingering near the entrance, smoking and chatting with each other, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the beach as if for the models' bad luck they had nothing better to do than to be there waiting for them to show up. Kushina and Kurenai exchanged a look of panic. The sight of the crew sent a wave of panic through both women. They couldn't let anyone notice the state they were in, their clothes clinging to their bodies, their nipples making obvious pokies through their tops, the flushed expressions on their faces that spoke of far more than just a quick swim. Both women were already flushed, their arousal barely under control, and the sight of their hard nipples pressing through their wet tops would surely raise questions.
"We can't let them see us like this," Kushina whispered, her voice tense. Even though she was still walking toward the resort, it was in a less safe manner. She felt as if her panic created an imaginary rope that pulled her backwards to stay away from gazes these men.
Kurenai nodded. "Just act natural. Maybe they won't notice. But this is kind of more exciting than shooting? Aint it ?" Kurenai whispered, her voice tense as she quickened her pace. But the faster she moved, the more the wet jeans rubbed against her pussy, and she let out a soft moan before biting her lip hard to silence it.
Kushina nodded, not verbally replying, her own steps becoming more hurried, but the constant friction of the denim was driving her wild. The two women quickened their pace. The wet fabric of their clothes made every step a sensual torture, and both Kushina and Kurenai struggled to keep their faces composed.
As they passed the crew, both women kept their heads up acting as if it was nothing out of ordinary, but avoiding eye contact as best they could. Kushina could feel the curious gazes of the crew on them, and her heart raced, her body trembling with the effort it took to keep her composure. Her body was still buzzing with arousal from their earlier encounter in the water, and the wet jeans only made it worse. She could feel her wet folds rubbing directly against the rough fabric, every step a mix of pleasure and pain as the material teased her relentlessly. She could feel her nipples hardening and straining against the fabric of her top, and the sensation of the cold, wet material rubbing against her sensitive skin made her want to scream and let out a moan.
Kurenai was in no better condition. She could feel the eyes of the crew on her as well, and the constant friction of her wet jeans rubbing against her bare pussy was making it nearly impossible to walk straight. Her thighs trembled with every step.
"Almost there," Kurenai muttered, her voice breathless as they neared the entrance. She could feel the curious gazes of the crew following them, though thankfully, no one said anything.
Finally, they made it past the crew and into the resort's lobby, the warm air inside doing little to ease the throbbing sensations between their legs. They hurried down the hallway, their breathing shallow as they tried to suppress the arousal that had been building inside them since they left the beach. They had noticed Gatou and Shiro waving at them from a distance. The women just smiled back but did not stop. They walked without stopping until they reached the elevators, where there was one waiting for them.
"This... was torture, but exhilarating" Kurenai whispered, with the elevator doors closed and giving them privacy. She had let out her voice with a liberating sigh, as if expelling all the tension she had accumulated throughout the ride. With her back leaning against the wall of the elevator, she relaxed her body almost as if she was melting and taking a much needed rest. She could still feel the wet fabric of her jeans rubbing against her pussy, the sensation maddening as they walked.
"That was... close, but different" Kushina said "If anyone had stopped us..." she let the idea float in the air, still flushed and exhilarated. The fear of someone discovering and exposing them was something that sent a rush of adrenaline and arousal throughout her body.
Kurenai let out a soft laugh, though it was clear she was just as relieved. "We would have had a lot of explaining to do." Her eyes flickered with amusement as she glanced down at Kushina's soaked top and looked at her hardened nipples. "Not that it would have been easy to explain given our conditionā¦.."
Kushina nodded, her own voice strained as she whispered back, "We need to get out of these clothes... now." As if it had been waiting for that signal, the elevator bell rang and indicated that they had reached their destination floor, opening the doors for the soaked women to continue on their way.
As they reached the junction where their rooms split off, Kurenai shot Kushina a teasing smile, though her face was still flushed from both arousal and the effort it took to walk in those wet jeans. "We'll have to continue this another time, maybe not exactly like this but i won't mind the attention again" she whispered, her voice low and suggestive.
Kushina smirked, though her legs were trembling from the constant stimulation of the wet denim rubbing against her sensitive areas. "Next time, I'll make sure I win again." she whispered back, her voice filled with playful confidence.
Kurenai chuckled, stepping toward her room. "We'll see about that."
With a final exchange of smirks, they turned ready to head their own rooms. Kushina's body was still buzzing from the mixture of arousal and tension, but at least they had managed to avoid any further curious gazes. But was it really?
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NinChat Private Group Chat: KTV Team
As Okie uploaded the pictures the members had been desperately waiting for
Meizo: š Okie! You absolute legend, man! This is top-tier content. Thank you for doing the gods' work, brother.
Okie: Haha, all in a day's work boss! You know I've got you all covered š. Wouldn't leave my brothers hanging š
Dengaku: Damn right, Okie! You lucky SOB, being right there to see all that.
Gojiro: Correction! It's Genma and Raido who are the real lucky bastards for being up close with those two beauties, cameras in hand while Kushina's running around all wet in that micro bikini.
Genma: š Hey, we do what we gotta do for the perfect shot, right, Raido?
Raido: You bet. Just another day at work, boysā¦ not our fault it's like a personal front-row seat to paradise.
Shoto: I swear, that tiny piece of fabric she's wearing can barely be called a bikini! And with her and Kurenai soaked? Sheer perfection.š„š„
Shoto: Those bikinis leave nothing to the imagination. All I'm saying is, I wouldn't mind being that fabric right now. Wrapped around every inch of that redhead.
Dengaku: She's a MILF and babe who clearly loves every second of the attention. No way she's doing this for "career advancement" alone. She's here for the thrill. Bet anything she'd do anything for the right price.
Shoto: Exactly, Money and fame talks, and Kushina's listening. Girl's a mother and a wife, big whoop. She's out here, bouncing in front of the camera, flashing those curves? You know she's got a wild side. She's putting it all out there, just waiting for someone to step up and take her.
Gojiro: Calling it now, someone's gotta be fucking her or Kurenai to make this all happen. Producer's probably got them both, but if not, my bet's on Jiraiya. Dude's living every man's dream.
Dengaku: Nah, it's probably that punk Yami. You know he's got the cash and the connectionsā¦ can't imagine him not trying his luck, especially with that rich bastard grin of his.
Shoto: Or his cousin, maybe? He is like you just with more money! š Either way, no way both those beauties are single-handedly sticking around without getting some extra "perks" on the side.
Meizo: š Haha, let's just say the "beach" theme was aā¦ strategic decision. We all knew the world wanted to see her in next to nothing. And now here we are. šæ. I bet Danzo-sama planned this.
Shoto: Look, all I'm saying is that seeing Kushina dripping wet, bikini clinging to her like that? That woman could make anyone forget their morals for a day. Damn!
Choza: Alright, can't lie. Those shots are gold, butā¦ don't you guys think this is going a bit far? I mean, Kushina's a motherā¦ her reputation's kinda on the line here too. I bet she's lucky to be part of Jiraiya's shoot.
Gojiro: Pfft! Reputation? Please. She knows exactly what she's doing. You think she'd agree to prance around in that barely-there bikini, flashing those curves, if she was worried about "reputation"?
Dengaku: Exactly! You think they'd get views like this with a typical shoot? She's got a price, like anyone. Besides, if this keeps up, pretty sure those micro bikinis are just the start. They'll be out there in even less before long. She prolly getting passed around as she makes some cash.
Gojiro: Exactly yeah. Hah! You think it's luck? Please its all Fuck. Kushina's probably out there getting all her holes filled already. Jiraiya in one, Gatou in the other, Yami or his cousin taking the last one. She's getting passed around like a damn trophy! š
Dengaku: Hell yeah, Gojiro! She's turning into the biggest slut right in front of our eyes. Bet she's loving it, too. Can't wait till she's back on set, I'm going to grab that ass so hard, see if it's as firm as it looks bouncing all wet out there. š
Meizo: Kushina and Kurenai, both of them know what they're doing. Those "barely there" bikinis? Not an accident. They might as well be walking around naked, they're so soaked. š„
Shoto: Oh man, I'm here for it. Kushina and Kurenai might as well go all out at this point! Gotta give the fans what they want, right?
Meizo: Hell yeah, Shoto! Imagine them going even wilder. One of them's bound to slip up and show a little extra for the camera, and trust me, I'll be watching for it.
Gojiro: They've crossed this line, it's only a matter of time. I'm betting soon they're doing full-on scenes with each other. Kushina and Kurenaiā¦ just imagine the two of them, going at it, all hot and wet. Probably don't even need a guy involved at this point.
Shoto: Haha, damn, Kushina and Kurenai? Now that would be one show I'd tune in for. That "beach theme" was just to tease us, I'm sure. Soon we'll get the real show. And let's be real, the longer they're out there, the less clothes they'll come back with.
Dengaku: Shit, I'm here for it! Already picturing her "accidentally" losing that bikini top in the waves. Can't wait to see her get wilder when they bring her back. Girl knows how to give a show.
Meizo: You know what they say: keep the audience on the edge. And she's doing it, alright. Mark my words, we're going to see her pushing those boundaries again. šæ
Gojiro: With enough cash on the line, she'll be doing more than that. I'd say it's only a matter of time before she's pulling some "extra favors" for the higher-ups. They'll pay her well for it, and she'll give them a damn good time.
Okie : Haha, don't worry, boys. I'll make sure every shot is up close and personal. Trust me, we'll see more than enough of that bikini not covering what it should. I'm not letting a single shot go to waste. You'll be the first to know if things getā¦ interesting.
Gojiro: That's what we like to hear, Okie ma boy Keep the good stuff coming! I want every bounce, every jiggle. They're showing more every time. It's only a matter of time before we see everything!
Choza: Justā¦ be careful, Okie. Don't go getting yourself fired over this, yeah? Some things are better kept quiet.
Okie: Yeah, yeah, don't worry, Choza. I know where to draw the lineā¦ sorta.It's kinda hard when you think things like these before your eyes.
Dengaku: As long as we get those prime shots of that "line" Kushina's and Kurena's drawing on the beach with her curves, I say no harm done!
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They were almost about to part for their rooms split off when they heard footsteps behind them. Before they could react, familiar voices broke through the quiet hallway.
"Well, well, look what we've got here," Jin's voice came, laced with amusement.
Kushina froze, her heart skipping a beat. She didn't need to turn around to know that Jin and Yami were standing behind them. She could already feel their eyes on her, taking in her wet clothes and exposed skin.
Kurenai glanced over her shoulder, her expression cool but her lips twitching into a small smirk. "Great timing," she muttered under her breath to Kushina.
The two women turned to face the young men, trying to keep their expressions neutral despite the overwhelming sensation of their wet jeans rubbing against their sensitive areas. Jin and Yami stood a few feet away, their eyes roaming over Kushina and Kurenai with barely concealed interest.
"Well, looks like you two went for a swim," Jin said, his gaze lingering on Kushina's chest before flicking over to Kurenai's. His grin widened as he took in the sight of their hard nipples pressing through the soaked fabric. "And from the looks of it, you forgot to bring towels."
Kushina pulled her hands over her breasts trying to cover them from his lecherous gaze. While Kurenai just looked on and was about to reply when Yami spoke.
Yami, leaning casually against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest as his eyes raked over their bodies. "I've got to say, you two make wet clothes look... hot. Everyone down below is still talking about you"
Kurenai's eyes narrowed slightly, but she replied back . "Just got caught by the tide," she said smoothly, though her breath hitched as she shifted her legs, the wet denim rubbing against her pussy. "Nothing worth staring at."
Jin chuckled, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. "Hard to avoid staring when you two are walking around looking like that. And please take it as a compliment."
Kushina, feeling the growing heat between her legs as her wet jeans continued to tease her, forced herself to keep calm. The last thing she needed was to give the men something more than bargained for this was just an accident. "You boys should learn to keep your eyes in check," she said, her voice firm but laced with a teasing edge. "We wouldn't want you getting too distracted, would we?"
Yami snickered, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Too late for that," he said, his gaze once again trailing over Kushina's chest. "Though, to be fair, you two aren't making it easy for us to stay focused."
Kurenai exchanged a quick glance with Kushina, her lips twitching into a smile. "We don't mind a little attention," she said, her voice low and suggestive, though there was a clear warning in her tone. "But maybe you should learn to handle yourselves better."
Jin's smirk widened. "Trust me, we're handling it just fine."
Kushina could feel her pulse quickening as Yami's eyes lingered on her body. She shifted her weight slightly, trying to ease the friction, but the movement only caused the rough denim to press harder against her clit. A small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips, and she quickly cleared her throat, hoping they hadn't noticed.
But Yami had, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he stepped even closer. "Something wrong, Kushina-san?" he asked, his voice dripping with false concern. "You seem a little... tense."
Kurenai, sensing the shift in the air, placed a hand on Kushina's arm and shot a sharp look at the boys. "We've had a long day. Maybe you should both head back to your rooms and give us a little space."
Jin chuckled, clearly enjoying the game. "Sure, sure. We wouldn't want to keep you from... something." However, he wasn't ready to back down just yet. His gaze flicked between the two women, and his smirk turned into something darker, more suggestive. "But you know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "if you ever need help... unwinding after your long day, you know where to find us."
Kushina's breath caught in her throat at the innuendo, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
The thought of Yami knowing how turned on she was right now, how the wet jeans were driving her insane, made her body tremble with a mixture of frustration and arousal. Her mind goes to memory of him sucking on boobs . She didn't know what came over her, maybe it was a heated situation of her body or maybe she just didn't like the way that Jin was eyeing them. She wasn't about to let Jin have the upper hand and hse had to act now.
With a slow, deliberate smile, she stepped closer to Yami, her eyes locking with his as she sent a smirk to Jin. "I'll keep that in mind," she whispered, her face almost close to his, her voice dripping with challenge. "But I think we can handle ourselves just fine."
Yami's face turned hopeful but it altered for a brief second, caught off guard by her boldness. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Kushina pulled back. 'Damn tease' he thought.
"Good night, boys," Kurenai said smoothly with a smirk having caught off guard by Kushina's action but then again she knew redhead could switch moods anytime she had personal experience of that, her voice leaving no room for further discussion.
Jin, realising the game was over, shrugged with a grin though was a bit more jealous how the redhead milf had again chosen Yami over him. "Good night, ladies. Try not to get caught in the tide again."
With that, the two men watched as Kushina and Kurenai walked away, their eyes lingering on how the damp clothes clung to the women's bodies, accentuating every curve. Once they were safely out of earshot, Yami let out a low, appreciative whistle.
"Damn. That was intense," he murmured, a grin spreading across his face.
Jin chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall. "I'd say we definitely made their night a bit more... memorable."
Yami nudged him with his elbow, smirking. "And I won, even without trying. You make the best wingman, Jin."
Jin rolled his eyes, trying to hide his pain. "Shut up, Yami," he replied, but there was a hint of jealousy in his voice as he shook his head.
Kushina and Kurenai quickened their pace as they rounded the corner, finally out of sight. Both women were breathing heavily, their bodies still humming from the encounter, not just with Jin and Yami, but from the constant friction of their wet jeans.
"That was close," Kushina muttered, her voice still shaky as she pressed her legs together, trying to suppress the relentless throbbing between her thighs.
Kurenai laughed softly, though her own body was trembling from the effort of holding it together. "You handled it well," she teased, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Though I'm not sure how much longer you could've kept it up."
Kushina shot her a look, her lips curving into a smirk. "I had it under control. Mostly."
Kurenai paused, her eyes flickering with desire as she glanced at Kushina. "Next time," she whispered, stepping closer for a moment, her breath warm against Kushina's ear, "we'll finish what we started."
Kushina's heart raced as she met Kurenai's gaze, her body still buzzing with arousal. "You're on," she whispered back, her voice filled with challenge.
With a final exchange of smirks, they separated, each heading to their rooms. But even as Kushina stepped into the privacy of her room, she couldn't shake the sensation of Yami's and Jin's eyes on her, or the throbbing between her legs that reminded her of just how close she had come to losing control.
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Mizuki leaned back in the worn chair of his sparsely decorated apartment, in front of him is his desk where he had his students' homework already corrected and some administrative documents. He still had to finish preparations for tomorrow's lessons, but he felt that could wait. Now his attention was on his phone, resting in one hand as his other lazily stroked himself. The screen glowed with Kushina Namikaze's latest Ninjagram posts,the series of images that had sent shockwaves through her followers. There she was, radiant and unapologetically alluring, her wet micro white bikini clinging to her curves, the bright sun reflecting off her crimson hair as droplets of water traced tantalizing paths down her skin.
"Damn," Mizuki muttered under his breath, his gaze glued to the screen. "She really knows how to tease."
He scrolled through the comments, most of them filled with admiration and outright lust. While the likes of her followers were content with ogling from a distance, Mizuki saw himself as different. He wanted more, not just to look, but to have her, to feel the warmth of that body pressed against his own. With his cock inside her as she moaned out his name overwhelmed with pleasure. In his mind, she wasn't some untouchable beauty; she was a challenge, one he fully intended to conquer.
"You'll come around, eventually on my dick" he murmured, his lips curling into a sly grin. "They all do."
His thoughts spiraled as he imagined approaching her. Mizuki had always been good at manipulation and pleasing people, a skill he'd honed over years of playing the perfect teacher, the understanding friend. Someone with whom others could let their guard down.
His plans were on track so far as he engaged in casual conversations with her, sending her messages regarding Naruto's 'failures' in his subject, it was lucky for him that the brat was a genuine idiot. He had offered lessons for Naruto and both she and her naive husband 'surely she still thinks I'm looking for some teacher for Naruto.' he mocked Minato in his mind, remembering his relieved face when he swallowed his lie. 'There was no way I would genuinely waste my time looking for a tutor for Naruto. Not when everything is going so well for me.'
Everything was prepared. Mizuki had already planned what he would do when he informed Kushina that unfortunately he didn't get any tutor and that he would have to use his valuable time to tutor Naruto. After that the real work would begin; he would start with casual and friendly chats, offering compliments, dropping subtle hints about how much he admired her confidence and beauty, all while masking his true intentions. Little by little, he would gradually gain her trust, until she could no longer resist him. It was very fortunate that her husband was a diplomat who used to work abroad, leaving his beloved and extremely sexy wife alone for him to claim.
An idiot son who needs his tutoring and a husband who works far away? Mizuki almost felt like it was the universe aligning such coincidences for him just to fuck that sexy MILF. An idea that motivated him even more to get his desired prize.
Different images filled his mind. Kushina's soft fleshy lips opened in a gasping moan. Her plump soft breasts enveloping his cock wanting him to spray his cum on her face. That long silky red hair he would hold a handful of and pull as he fucked her from behind. With every thought Mizuki's hand worked faster. He groaned softly, letting his fantasies take over.
A buzz from his phone jolted him out of his reverie. Annoyed, he paused to check the notification, his irritation quickly replaced by intrigue when he saw the sender: Mebuki Haruno.
"What does she want now?" he muttered, opening the message. Mebuki was the mother of one of his students, Sakura Haruno, whose husband was an office worker in some company outside Konoha. A civilian normal family. She'd been a frequent presence in his life lately. She was ambitious, always looking for ways to give her daughter an edge above all other students , and she wasn't shy about seeking Mizuki's help.
The message was straightforward:
"Mizuki-sensei, I would like to meet again to talk about more opportunities for my dear Sakura. I have heard about some interesting scholarships and some academic events that could improve her chances of getting into top universities and your help would be very valuable to both of us. Can we arrange a meeting?"
Typical, Mizuki thought. Mebuki Haruno was that kind of mother, who thought her daughter deserved the best. To be in the best schools, to have the best grades, to have the best opportunities blah, blah, blah.
Mizuki still remembered how she had hired him [some time ago], as her daughter's special instructor to make sure her daughter got into Konoha high, where only the top performers got in or the upper echelons of society with enough money got in.
Although the truth was that Mizuki felt the tutoring was just a waste of her time with her, that girl was smart enough to get in even without his help, and the excellent grades she maintained only reinforced that belief. A totally antagonistic case to the young Namikaze.
But just as he was about to dismiss it, a second message came through. This one was more interesting and persuasive than the previous one.
It was a photo.
Mizuki stared, his heart pounding as he opened the attachment. There she was, Mebuki Haruno, stark naked, posed provocatively on a bed with her legs slightly parted and her gaze sultry. Her message followed almost immediately:
"I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement, Mizuki-sensei. Let's make this worth your while."
Mizuki's lips curved into a wicked grin. He leaned back, his previous focus on Kushina momentarily displaced by the new development. Mebuki was attractive, no doubt, and her boldness and shamelessness in asking for favors only added to her appeal. This wasn't the first time she had tried to curry favor with him in unconventional ways. He remembered when at first she was... so rigid about his advances. But it only made it more satisfying when he made her give in.
And all Mizuki had to do in return was to give Sakura extra lessons from time to time after classes and exchange some 9's on Sakura's exams for some 10's. And sometimes exchange other students' 10's for a 9.5 or 9.8 whose mothers he had no relationship with yet to make Sakura excel more. The girl had a reputation as a nerd and studious girl so well earned that no one suspected.
"Well, well," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of her photo on the screen. "Looks like today just got a lot more interesting." he said while answering her message in the affirmative and very interested in her proposal. "We get some more action buddy" he spoke holding his dick
His mind began to race, juggling thoughts of Kushina and Mebuki simultaneously. Kushina was the ultimate prize, a celebrity of a great fame and reputation that many wished to have, the untamed beauty he longed to claim, someone who was far above a simple high school teacher like him, but that itself was part of her appeal in Mizuki's eyes. In many ways she was far above Mebuki ,a simple housewife. But Miss Haruno was a willing participant in his games and one who could give him more immediate satisfaction in exchange for a few favors.
For now, he decided he'd play along with Mebuki's advances. He'd meet with her, enjoy the benefits of her desperation and greed to keep her in his pocket. But Kushina, oh, Kushina, she remained his true goal. For now at least.
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Kushina closed the door behind her, finally alone in her room. Her body still hummed with lingering arousal from everything that had transpired that evening, the wet, rough denim that had rubbed against her sensitive skin, the teasing encounter with Jin and Yami, and, of course, the heated intimacy with Kurenai. Her mind raced as she peeled off her wet clothes, the soaked fabric clinging to her bare skin until she discarded it all onto the floor in a damp heap.
The cool air of the room felt refreshing against her flushed, naked body, but it did little to quell the heat that had been building within her. She ran her fingers through her damp hair and exhaled deeply, her nipples still hard, her skin still tingling from the friction of the wet jeans against her bare pussy.
Just as she was about to head for the bathroom to cool off, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with an incoming call.
Taikin.
Kushina's heart skipped a beat as she saw the name flash across the screen. She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone, her body tense as memories of her recent encounter with the pop star flooded her mind. It had only been a week since they'd slept together, a night of heated passion that she had tried to push out of her mind ever since.
Without thinking, she answered the call, her voice carefully neutral. "Taikin...san"
"Kushinaaa," his deep, smooth voice came through the line, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."
She swallowed, trying to maintain her composure as she sat down on the edge of the bed, still completely nude. "I've been... busy," she replied, her voice steady but her pulse quickening. "What's going on?"
Taikin chuckled softly, his voice dripping with charm. "I saw your latest Ninjagram post. You look absolutely ravishing in that bikini. I couldn't resist reaching out."
Kushina's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't expected him to bring up the shoot. She glanced at her phone and noticed several missed calls and messages, some from Taikin, but also from Minato, and even Naruto. Guilt tugged at her for ignoring them, but Taikin's smooth voice kept her attention focused on him.
"I didn't realize you'd been trying to reach me," she said, trying to remain polite, though her body tensed as memories of their night together resurfaced, his hands on her body, the way he had taken control, the way she had lost herself in the moment.
"You must have been busy," Taikin said, his tone teasing but playful." "Surely, you must have thought about me. Or did I not leave a good enough memory?"
Kushina opened her mouth to reply but then stopped as she recalled him mercilessly pounding her into the bed. She swallowed the lump in her throat at the memory. "Taikin-san, I think it's best if we forget about that night and move on with our lives. Whatever happened that night was a mistake."
"Oh come on. Don't say such things. We just enjoyed each other's company a bit too much. A bit harsh to call it a mistake, isn't it?"
"I-I'm married and I - " She was cut off by Taikin.
"And? It's not like I'm stealing you away from your husband which I don't think I can even if I try. It was just us acting on our mutual attraction which I know you are smart enough to distinguish from the love you have for your husband."
Kushina thought for a moment. The more she pondered the more his words seemed like truth that she couldn't see before. She remembered her many casual flings from her past and even her past boyfriends. Despite some of them being better in bed, Minato was always at the forefront in her heart and nothing could compare to the feeling of being in his embrace.
"Taikin-san, Iā¦." she trailed off, unable to think of a reply.
"Hmm, perhaps you need some reminder. I'll be coming to Konoha in around a fortnight or so for a gig. Let's meet up then."
"W-what? But.."
"Kushina, I won't take no for an answer." Then his voice turned husky, "You will come, won't you Kushina? Pleeeasee. I have been dying to see you again, to feel your soft lips on mine and hear your sweet moans as you lay under me while I fill you up."
Kushina turned hot at his words, her pussy getting wet as she imagined the actions through his words. Her hands unconsciously go down to rub herself.
He heard her rising breath and continued, "You remember how good it felt, don't you? You remember how my cock stretched your tight pussy? I remember your eyes rolling as I put my cock inside you and how you screamed for me to go deeper and faster with every thrust."
Kushina was panting by now,her legs rubbing and squeezing together to contain the itchiness and heat that the conversation was igniting in her. The slick noises are loud enough to be heard through the phone by Taikin.
He chuckled as he heard the noise, "Seems you do remember. Anyway I'll hang up now, someone's seeking my attention. And don't forget about our meeting. Bye." With that the phone was cut.
"W-what?" Kushina halted her action with that sudden hung up. Feeling hot and bothered, she went back to pleasing herself with nothing but memories of Taikin dicking her down just as she had always dreamed of when she was a teenager.
Just then she was alerted to a message on her phone. It was from Taikin.
'Looking forward to our coming meeting. I can't wait to experience these again'
Attached to the message were some pics and clips.
Her hands shook with anticipation as she knew what those contained. And sure enough, those were explicit, intimate pictures of her from their night together. Each image captured from his point of view, her body splayed out on his bed, completely bare, her face flushed with pleasure as she rode him or one where he was pinning on her.
'How many pictures did he take that night?' She thought mortified and intrigued to see that the images were different from the ones he had given her on the memory card.
But it wasn't just the photos. Taikin had also sent a video clip, a short, but explicit POV recording of them during the height of their encounter. In the video, she was on top of him, her hips grinding against his as she moaned while looking up in the air. The sound of her breathless cries echoed through the small room, and the sight of her own body moving so shamelessly sent a jolt of both fear and excitement through her.
Kushina's breath hitched, her body reacting to the sight of herself in the video. She could feel her thighs trembling slightly as her fingers pressed the play button
The sound of her own moans filled the room, mixing with the low, sensual grunts of Taikin's voice from the recording. Her body tensed as she watched herself move on top of him, her skin glistening with sweat, her hair falling messily around her face. The sight of her own body, so uninhibited, so wanton, sent a surge of arousal through her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, involuntary moan.
Her hand trembled as she held the phone in front of her, her other hand slowly drifting down her body. Her fingertips brushed against the soft skin of her stomach before trailing lower, her breath catching in her throat as her fingers grazed the wetness between her legs. She was already so aroused, her body still on edge from earlier, and the sight of herself in the video only heightened the sensation.
Kushina's body trembled as her fingers dipped between her slick folds, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She focused on the sensations building within her as she stroked herself slowly, the sound of her own moans from the video still playing in the background. Her mind reliving the video playing on her phone.
She dropped the phone onto the bed beside her, her fingers working faster between her legs as her eyes remained glued to the video. Her own body, writhing in pleasure, her breasts bouncing as she moved on top of Taikin, was enough to push her closer to the edge. Her breath came in short gasps, her legs slid along the sheets and her hips arching as she circled her clit with her fingers, the wetness of her arousal coating her hand.
But before she could reach her climax, her phone buzzed again, this time with a call from Minato.
Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the screen, her hand freezing between her legs. She hesitated for a moment, torn between guilt and the overwhelming need for release, but her lust won in the end. The call ended
She was almost near as her fingers pumped faster but then she got interrupted again by another call from Minato.
She tried to control her heavy breathes and with shaky hands answered the call, putting it on speaker as she continued watching the clip.
"H-Hello?" she stammered, trying to steady her voice.
"Kushina," Minato's voice came through, warm and familiar. "I've been trying to reach you. You've been busy?"
She bit her lip, her fingers resuming their slow, torturous movements slid back between her thighs, teasing her swollen clit. She bit her lip, trying to sound composed. "Y-Yeah... I've been busyyy... it's been a long day" she whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled to keep her breathing steady. Her clit throbbed under her touch, her body desperate for release, but she couldn't stop now, not even with Minato on the phone. Both her body and mind were in a battle of wills, commanding Kushina to do different things, and from the way her fingers kept moving it was clear which side of her had more influence.
"I saw your Ninjagram post," Minato continued, oblivious to what was happening on the other end of the line. "You looked amazing in that wet bikini. I couldn't stop thinking about you all day."
Kushina moaned softly, biting her lip to muffle the sound, as she watched Taikin give a harsh thrust that made the Kushina in the clip jerk and her breasts jiggle in such a lewd and erratic manner, cumming as he laid on top of her back in the clip. the sound didn't go unnoticed. She could hear Minato's breath catch on the other end of the line, and she knew he could sense what was happening. Her fingers moved slowly, teasing herself as she struggled to focus on his words, but the heat between her legs was overwhelming, demanding attention. Her fingers now moved faster, her hips bucking against her hand as she tried to keep her voice steady. "T-Thank you," she whispered, her breath hitching as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
"Are you... okay, Kushi-chan? You sound a little... out of breath." Minato asked, his voice low and almost breathless.
Kushina's heart pounded in her chest for hearing Minato's suspicions, the pleasure mounting as her fingers moved faster, her body trembling with anticipation as she played another clip where she saw herself deepthroating from Taikin's pov. She knew she couldn't hide it from him, not with the way her body was responding. "I... I'm fine," she whispered, though her voice betrayed her as another soft moan escaped her lips. Her fingers circled her clit, the slickness making it easier to tease herself, and every movement sent electric waves of pleasure through her body.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and then Minato's voice came through again, this time deeper, huskier. "Kushina... are you... touching yourself?"
Kushina's heart raced, her body flushing with both embarrassment and excitement. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she considered lying, but she couldn't. She couldn't deny it, Not when her body was already so close to the edge "Y-Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible as her fingers worked faster, her body shaking with the intensity of her arousal.
Minato groaned softly, and she could hear the sound of him shifting on the other end of the line. "God, Kushina," he breathed. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."
His voice sent a shiver of excitement through her, and her hand moved faster, her fingers sliding between her slick folds as she arched her back, her hips moving in rhythm with her touch. The thought of him listening, knowing what she was doing, only heightened her pleasure.
Minato let out a low groan, his voice thick with desire as he heard her moans. "Kushina...Tell me," he whispered, his voice strained. "Tell me what you're doing."
Kushina's breath came in short gasps as she struggled to speak, her body trembling with need. "I-I'm touching myself... rubbing my clit," she whispered, her voice full of lust. "I'm so wet... so close..."
Minato groaned again, the sound of his breath quickening on the other end of the line. She could hear the faint sound of fabric shifting, followed by the unmistakable sound of him stroking himself. Her heart raced as she imagined him touching himself, his strong hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as he listened to her moans.
"I'm touching myself too," Minato admitted, his voice rough with arousal. "I'm so hard just thinking about you... imagining you, touching yourself."
Kushina bit her lip, her fingers working faster between her legs, her body shaking as she neared her climax. Her eyes fixed on the clip where Taikin had grabbed her head and was now facefucking her. Moaning, She moved her free hand moved up to her breast, squeezing it firmly as she pinched her hardened nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her. The thought of Minato pleasuring himself on the other end of the line while she pleasured herself by watching her own self getting used as a sextoy by someone else made her body burn with desire.
"Minato..." she moaned, unable to hold back the sound as her hips bucked against her hand. "I-I'm so close..."
Minato's voice came through, rough and desperate. "Don't stop, Kushina. Let me hear you come."
Her fingers circled her clit faster, her body trembling as the tension inside her built to an unbearable peak. "Oh kami... Minato..." she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release.
"I wish I could be there with you," Minato groaned, his breathing ragged. "I want to feel you... touch you... make you come with my hands."
Kushina's body jolted at his words, the sound of his voice, so full of need, pushed her over the edge. and with one final stroke, she came undone, her body tensed, her fingers stroking her clit as she came hard, her moans spilling out uncontrollably. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hips bucking against her hand as the pleasure washed over her in waves. Her back arched, her legs trembling as her orgasm ripped through her, her moans filling the room as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Minato...! Oh god...!" she cried out, her voice raw with ecstasy as her fingers worked her through the intensity of her release.
On the other end of the line, she could hear Minato's breath quicken, followed by a low groan as he reached his own climax. "Kushina..." he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. She could almost picture him, the way his body would tense, the way he would look as he came, imagining her hands on him.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, the phone now on her belly as her body slowly came down from the high of her orgasm. She lay back on the bed, her skin flushed, her heart still racing as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her.
On the other end of the line, Minato let out a soft groan of his own, clearly affected by the sound of her release. "Kami... you sound so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice full of admiration.
A soft smile played on her lips, her body still trembling with the remnants of her release. "I wish you were here," she admitted, her voice still breathless.
Minato chuckled softly, his tone full of affection. "Soon," he promised.
For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them, the connection they shared through the phone still palpable despite the distance.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with lust and sincerity.
"I love you too, Kushina," Minato replied, his voice soft and full of emotion.
"Minato..." she whispered, her voice soft and breathless still not wanting to disconnect.
He chuckled softly, his tone full of warmth and affection. "I'll let you get some rest, Kushina. But... I can't wait to see you when you get back."
Kushina smiled, "I can't wait either."
As the call ended, Kushina lay there for a moment, still basking in the afterglow of both the pleasure and the intimacy she had just shared with Minato. she glanced at her phone, the clip seemed to have ended. A strange mix of guilt and excitement swelled up inside her.
Her body may have found release, but her mind was still swirling with conflicting emotions, she wanted to see more and after a few moments, she pressed next.
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The soft glow of the resort's lounge cast a warm light over the polished wood and elegant furnishings. Gatou sat sprawled in one of the high-backed chairs, a glass of amber liquid in hand, the faint aroma of his cigar lingering in the air. Opposite him, Jiraiya nursed his own drink, his trademark grin softened by the relaxed atmosphere.
"Impressive setup, Gatou," Jiraiya remarked, gesturing to their surroundings. "You've come a long way from the business circles in Uzushio. Owning a resort like this? Quite the feat."
Gatou chuckled, his fingers drumming against the armrest. "It's only the beginning, Jiraiya-san. This resort is going to be more than just a getaway. I plan to make it the number one destination in the country."
Jiraiya arched a brow, amused. "That's some ambition. What's the plan?"
Leaning forward, Gatou's expression turned serious. "Marketing, connections, and leveraging star power. That's where you come in."
Jiraiya took a thoughtful sip of his drink. "Star power? I'm flattered, but I'm not sure my name alone can sell your dream."
"Not just you," Gatou clarified, his voice lowering. "I want Senju Tsunade."
Jiraiya froze mid-sip, his eyes narrowing. "Tsunade? That's a tall order. She's retired from modeling, and if you're expecting me to be your bridge, I'll tell you now, she's cut all ties with me."
Gatou frowned, swirling his drink thoughtfully. "Any reason why?"
"She wanted to do something different," Jiraiya said evasively. "Live her own life, away from glamour. Besides, she took control of her family heritage. That's all there is to it."
"Couldn't you arrange for her to take a vacation at this resort?"
"Not even that. I could have some years earlier but not now. You would have to ask someone else regarding Tsunade" Jiraiya shook his head, a smile on his face as if Gatou had told him a joke.
Gatou's lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded. "A shame. She'd have been perfect. Her name still carries weight, even in retirement. And her heritage could bring more on table"
"She always did have that presence," Jiraiya admitted, leaning back in his chair. "But if she's not an option, you'll need to consider others. You have any ideas?"
"Two," Gatou said with a smirk. "Kushina and Kurenai."
Jiraiya raised a brow, intrigued. "Go on."
"They're both stunning, charismatic, and already in the public eye thanks to KTV and social media. With the right angle, we could market them as the faces of the resort," Gatou explained. "Imagine them in my new uniforms, posing at key locations around the property. It'd show off not just their beauty, but the elegance and charm of the resort."
Jiraiya chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not a bad idea, but it's a little... basic. Pretty women in uniforms at scenic spots? It's been done."
"Then improve it," Gatou urged, leaning forward. "You're the creative mind. Come up with something that'll really grab attention."
Jiraiya's grin widened at the tempting request.. "If you're giving me free rein, I might just take you up on that. But first, I'll need KTV's approval to involve them. They're protective of their stars." he said sipping from his glass, it didn't sound like someone making excuses or refusing a request, but like someone haggling.
"Of course, If you want I can talk with Danzou-san" Gatou said, waving dismissively. "I trust you can handle that."
"And in the meantime," Jiraiya added, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "I'll take advantage of your need for expertise. Didn't you mention something about adding honeymoon suites? I could use one of them for a shoot." he ended with wiggling eyebrows
Gatou laughed, raising his glass in a toast. "Consider it done. You bring the vision, and I'll provide the stage. Together, we'll make this place unforgettable."
Before Jiraiya could respond, Shiro, the resort manager, walked in carrying a clipboard and a grin that spoke of recent gossip. He had overheard enough to chip in. "About those two, Guess what?" Shiro said, his tone teasing. "Did you see Kushina-san and Kurenai-san coming to the hotel just now? All wet. They were garnering the attention of every man around. I even saw some of the crew and guests snapping pictures."
Jiraiya raised a brow, his interest piqued. Gatou's eyes gleamed with greed as he leaned forward. "Is that so? Tell us more," Gatou urged, excitement evident in his voice. He had seen them on their way back to the resort a while ago. They looked a little different than usual but he hadn't noticed they were wet, surely he would have gone over for a closer look if he had known.
"Apparently they left the resort by themselves, supposedly for a walk, and no one knows where they went or what they did." said Shiro, repeating the things they said in the multiple chats among the KTV staff. " But when they came back, they were totally soaked, from head to toe. Even their clothes were wet."
"Oh? I was given to swim with clothes on" asked Jiraya curiously. I didn't expect them to do something like that."
"Maybe" Shiro shrugged, not giving that detail any importance "but what everyone's talking about is that they looked flustered."
"Flustered?" asked Gatou with interest, leaning forward as if asking for more details.
"Yes, flushed and somewhat tense. And also..." Shiro's mischievous grin grew "There are some who insinuate that they wore no underwear and that their nipples showed under their tops."
His words were dropped like some kind of bombshell, causing both men to widen their eyes in disbelief.
"No underwear?"
"Were their nipples showing?"
"Are you sure?"
Shiro nodded with a smile to each of her questions "Yes, or at least that's what Jin told me recently, claiming he saw them up close."
"Hehe, damn lucky kid," Jiraiya said, sipping from his cup as if accepting that he had lost some sort of round.
"So Kushina-san and Kurenai-san were hanging out at my resort wet and without underwear, huh? I believe that about Kurenai-san, but about Kushina-san... I didn't get the impression that she would do something so daring on her own."
"I actually believe it if it comes from Kushina." Shiro replied
that caught the attention of both Gatou and Jiraiya, "What do you mean?"
Shiro chuckled, running a hand through his white hair. "Kushina-san is from here, you know. And let me tell you, she was wild when she was young. I guess she still is."
"You know her?" Gatou asked eagerly, the greed in his tone impossible to miss. Jiraiya's curiosity was equally apparent as he leaned forward to hear more.
Shiro nodded with a grin, clearly enjoying their reactions. "Oh, I know her definitely. Back in the day, Kushina was something else. The kind of girl who'd light up every party and leave people talking for weeks. What she did today? That was normal for her back then. She was a party animal, untamed and unstoppable." Jiraiya subtly raised his eyebrow. For the way he spoke, he deduced that he was hiding something but didn't push.
Gatou looked incredulous. "You've got to be kidding," He said, his grin widening.
Shiro chuckled again, shaking his head. "Hehe, then you don't know her like I do."
"Well," Gatou said, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "this just keeps getting better."
Jiraiya laughed, raising his glass to Shiro. "You've got some stories to share, my friend. Don't hold out on us."
Shiro's grin widened,as he began to speak about a few stories of the Uzumaki that were well known to many men of Shiro's generation.
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After the intense call with Minato, Kushina's body finally felt relaxed as she stepped into the shower. The warm water cascaded down her bare skin, washing away the tension and sweat from the long day. Her muscles unwound as the steam enveloped her, and for a few moments, she allowed herself to breathe, to let the arousal and conflict slowly melt away.
But even as the water soothed her, memories of the day played in her mind, The morning activities, Kurenai's touch, the shoot, The skinny dipping, the commando walk in wet clothes and coarse jeans rubbing against her snatch, Talk with Taikin then Minato and the lingering attention from the men on set. She closed her eyes, willing herself to focus, but the undercurrent of arousal still tingled faintly beneath her skin.
After drying off, she slipped into a soft, silky night robe, tying it loosely around her waist as she prepared to climb into bed. The quiet of the room, combined with the lingering warmth of her shower, made her eyelids heavy. Just as she was about to settle under the covers, there was a knock at the door.
Kushina hesitated, her hand hovering over the edge of the bed as her heart skipped a beat. It was late, who could be knocking at this hour? For a moment, she considered ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of her. She stood up, tying her robe a little tighter around her waist before cautiously moving toward the door.
When she opened it, her eyes widened in surprise. Standing in the dimly lit hallway was none other than Jiraiya, his usual mischievous grin softening into something more casual.
"Jiraiya-san?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "What are you doing here so late?"
Jiraiya raised a hand in apology, his broad shoulders relaxing as he took in the sight of her. "Sorry for dropping by at this hour, Kushina," he said, his voice smooth but with a hint of admiration. "I didn't mean to bother you, but I wanted to catch you before tomorrow's shoot."
Kushina blinked, still surprised by his sudden visit, but she stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "It's fine. Come in."
Jiraiya stepped into the room, his eyes subtly flicking over her as he entered. The robe she wore, while modest, clung to her figure in ways that didn't escape his notice. He cleared his throat, focusing on why he had come.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on your performance today," Jiraiya began, his tone warm and sincere. "You were incredible out there. The energy, the confidence, it's exactly what I've been looking for."
Kushina blushed slightly at his praise, tugging the robe a little tighter around her body as she stood by the bed. "Thank you, Jiraiya. I wasn't sure how I did, but... I tried to push myself."
Jiraiya nodded, his eyes lighting up as he spoke. "That's exactly what I saw. You've got a natural presence, Kushina. There's something raw about you, rough around the edges, maybe, but that's something we can work on. With the right guidance, you'll be perfect for this show."
His words sent a rush of pride through her, though a small part of her felt uneasy under his gaze. Jiraiya always had a certain... charm about him, one that could easily disarm people, but she knew he often had ulterior motives.
As if sensing her slight discomfort, Jiraiya took a step back, his smile softening. "I know it's late, and I don't want to take up too much of your time. I just wanted to let you know that you're on the right track. If you keep this up, you're going to be a star."
Kushina smiled, the compliment settling into her chest. "I appreciate that, Jiraiya. I'll do my best."
There was a brief pause, the room falling into a comfortable silence, but then Jiraiya's expression shifted slightly. His tone became more casual, almost playful. "I couldn't help but notice, though... how you and Kurenai came in earlier, all wet and looking... well, let's just say it was an eye-catching entrance." Unfortunately Jiraiya had not seen her, but Shiro was kind enough to show her a few pictures that some of the men and resort staff managed to take of her before entering an elevator and disappearing from sight.
Kushina's heart raced, her face flushing as she remembered how they had walked through the resort, their wet clothes clinging to their bodies. She had been so focused on getting to her room that she hadn't fully registered how many people might have seen them. The thought of Jiraiya watching them, observing how their clothes had pressed against their skin, accentuating every curve, made her stomach twist in a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite name.
"Y-Yeah, we got caught in the tide," she explained quickly, trying to sound nonchalant, though her face remained flushed. "It wasn't planned."
Jiraiya chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, whether it was planned or not, it worked. That look... the way you two carried yourselves, even soaking wet, it was powerful. If you can pull something like that off again tomorrow, I have no doubt you'll make a lasting impression."
Kushina shifted her weight, her fingers absently fidgeting with the hem of her robe. "Tomorrow?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
Jiraiya's grin widened slightly as he leaned against the doorframe, his voice lowering. "Tomorrow's shoot is going to be important. If you impress me again, I'll be able to offer you something special, an exclusive shoot that's not just for the show. It'll be something bigger. More personal."
Kushina's heart skipped a beat at his words. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant by "special" or "personal," but the way he said it, how his eyes lingered on her, how his voice carried a hint of something more, sent a shiver down her spine. Was he offering her something beyond just the professional?
"I'll... do my best," she said softly, her voice wavering slightly as she tried to process the implications of his words. The memory of walking through the resort all wet, the way her body had reacted to the attention, flashed through her mind, and she felt the warmth between her legs return, though she quickly pushed it down.
Jiraiya smiled, his eyes locking with hers for a moment before he straightened up. "That's all I ask," he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone. "Just remember, tomorrow's important. And I know you'll be amazing."
With that, he turned to leave, but not before giving her one last, lingering look. "Goodnight, Kushina. And... thanks for letting me stop by."
Kushina nodded, still somewhat dazed by the conversation. "Goodnight, Jiraiya," she said quietly as he walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.
As the room fell back into silence, Kushina stood there for a moment, her heart still racing, her mind spinning with the implications of what Jiraiya had said. The excitement of the day, the lingering arousal from earlier, and now this unexpected offer, it all swirled together in her mind, leaving her feeling conflicted, excited, and slightly uneasy.
She walked back to her bed, her fingers brushing against the fabric of her robe. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, and she needed to be ready for whatever it brought.
Kushina sat on her bed, her phone in hand as she scrolled through the latest Ninjagram post. The reactions were wild, just as she'd expected, adoration, lust, excitement and euphoria for the upcoming shoots. But that wasn't what held her attention tonight. She had received a message from a user on KunoichiHub, a lewd forum where people shared images and discussed women in explicit ways. The message had mentioned her beach shoot, with a link to a thread that had already gathered hundreds of comments.
Her heart raced as she debated whether to click on it. It's probably disgusting, she told herself. But something about it intrigued her, what were people really saying about her behind the anonymity of the forum? Her finger hovered over the link for a second longer before she gave in to her curiosity.
The page loaded, and there it was, her photos, shared from the shoot earlier that day. The thread was titled "Kushina in Wet Microbikini ā Beach Fantasy Come True" and had already garnered thousands of views and comments. As she scrolled through the posts, her cheeks flushed, both with embarrassment and something else entirely.
Jiraiyas_PervFan: "Holy shit, that wet bikini! šš„ She's begging for it. There's no way that shoot is legit, it's gotta be a fk tour in disguise. You can just see it in her eyes, she's enjoying every second."
VoyeurMaster22: "Look at how the fabric clings to her... she knows exactly what she's doing. I bet every man there had a rock-hard boner. šš¦ She's practically an exhibitionist at this point, showing off for the camera."
SexGambit: "She's definitely getting fked on this 'shoot.' There's no way this is all just for the cameras. Look at her body, bro! Every inch of her is screaming for attention. Minato's a lucky bastard. ššš"
WetForKunoichi: "That's not a photoshoot. That's a full-on fkfest. No one can be that hot and not be getting wrecked behind the scenes. š¦š„"
RedMilfHunter: "Did you see her ass when she ran? šš Fk, I'd give anything to grab that. There's no way she's not getting it hard after that shoot. I mean, that smile? That's a woman who knows she's turning men into animals."
Kushina's heart pounded as she continued reading. She could feel her body reacting, a warmth spreading in her chest and down to her core as the explicit comments played with her emotions in a similar way to the videos and images Taikin had passed on to her. Her breath hitched slightly as she read on.
ThirstyShinobi: "She loves it. You can see it in the way she moves, the way her body glistens in the sun, soaking wet. šš§ There's no fking way she isn't turned on by all the eyes on her. Damn, I'd give anything to be there."
TaikinFanBoy: "Bro, that shot where she's running? That's not just art, that's pure sexual energy. Minato's one lucky son of a bitch. šš„"
BeastMode420: "I don't care what anyone says, this is more than just a shoot. You don't move like that unless you're getting laid right after. š¦ That body, those tits... she's a total MILF slut."
RainMan: "I said it before, and I'll say it again: sex on legs. Look at how those tits bounce, and don't even get me started on the ass shot. šš Kushina knows exactly what she's doing to us."
PeepingTom69: "She's an exhibitionist for sure. The way she's showing off? She's practically inviting us to drool over her. š§ It's like she's teasing the whole world."
Kushina's breathing grew a little more shallow as she scrolled further. The explicit, lustful comments were becoming harder to ignore. Why am I even reading this? she thought, though she couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen. Her body betrayed her, responding to the raw, voyeuristic nature of the comments. She felt her pulse quicken, a twinge of excitement mixing with the discomfort.
"A... an exihibitionist...?" she muttered to herself without realizing it as she continued reading.
SlutForKushina: "Minato's got no idea what's going on behind those cameras. I bet she's fucking Jiraiya right after this. šš"
NarutoIsntTheOnlyOne: "Her tits, though. šš¦ I'd pay serious money just to see her topless. You can tell she's loving all the attention. That body's meant for fking, not just posing."
ShinobiFetish69: "You guys think this is a photoshoot? Nah, this is her coming out as the slut we all knew she was. She's loving it. šš„"
NaughtyKunoichi: "Those legs, that ass. Damn, she's on fire. š„š This isn't just a photoshoot, it's a fktour in the making."
HokageHardOn: "I'd give anything just to fk her right there on that beach. That wet bikini makes her body look like heaven. šš¦ She knows she's turning us on."
Kushina felt her face burning as she read through the increasingly explicit comments. Comments which were such degrading, sexist insinuations. She knew they were just talking, but still the way they spoke sparked something in her. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, and she found herself biting her lip, the words stirring something deep inside her. Part of her was shocked, embarrassed by the intensity of the comments, but another part, a part she hadn't fully acknowledged before, was thrilled by the attention. Do they really see me like this? she wondered, a tingle running down her spine.
RAIN: "I'll bet you anything she's getting railed right now, no question. šš You can see it in her eyes in every shot. She knows exactly what she's doing."
CanadianWhiskey95: "That body is pure perfection. I want to run my hands all over her. She's practically begging for it in those pics. šš¦"
SinfulScribe: "She's not just a MILF, she's a fucking fantasy. šš¦ Those pics were made to turn us on, and she knows it."
DebauchedDesire: "I bet she's getting fucked behind the scenes, just like all the other sluts that go on these 'photoshoots.' No one moves like that without loving the attention. šš„"
MILFHunter: "Kushina's a goddess. A slutty, sexy goddess. Her husband doesn't deserve her alone. š¦š„"
Kushina's breath caught in her throat as she read the last few comments. Her body was reacting to the intensity, the raw desire these men had for her. Am I really... enjoying this? she wondered, her pulse quickening. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the warmth between her legs growing more insistent. The comments were wild, unfiltered, and lewd, yet there was something about them that made her feel powerful, desired in a way she hadn't expected.
She closed her phone and placed it on the nightstand, trying to calm herself down, but her thoughts continued to swirl. 'I thought I was over with how I was in the past. Do I like being watched?' She asked herself, The idea of her old feelings coming back was both exhilarating and terrifying to her. As her heart pounded, she couldn't help but feel a growing excitement she had never felt before.
Kushina sat on her bed, her pulse racing as she stared at the phone screen. The KunoichiHub forum was alive with comments about her, lewd and explicit, and she couldn't stop reading. Her body felt hot, her breath coming quicker as the comments became more graphic. With each line, the twinge of excitement between her legs grew stronger.
Why am I letting this get to me? she wondered, but her body was betraying her, responding to the words in ways she hadn't expected. As she scrolled down, her free hand drifted to her thigh, fingertips brushing against the smooth skin. The warmth between her legs was becoming unbearable.
Her heart pounded as she continued reading, the comments driving her deeper into this strange, thrilling feeling.
BigTittyFan99: "Her tits bouncing in that wet bikini... šš¦ Fk, I can't stop imagining what they'd look like completely bare."
SinfulShinobi: "Those tits are perfect. I bet she loves having them ogled by all the men on set. šš„ You can tell she's getting turned on by all the attention."
PeepingMaster: "You can practically see her nipples through that top. š¦ I'd do anything just to suck on those. Minato's a lucky bastard."
TaikinObsessed: "I'm betting she's getting her tits grabbed off-camera. No one that hot leaves a shoot like that untouched. šš I'm dying just thinking about it."
A small gasp escaped Kushina's lips as her hand moved up, slipping under the waistband of her panties. She couldn't deny the need anymore. Her fingers found the growing wetness between her thighs, and she bit her lip, her body shuddering at her own touch. I shouldn't be doing this... she thought, but the thought quickly faded as another comment popped up on the screen.
MILFTaker: "She's a fking dream. šš„ If I was on set, I'd be fking her right there on the beach. You can tell she's wet and ready for it."
HotShinobi21: "Her body is practically begging for it. That bikini leaves nothing to the imagination, and you know she loves teasing all of us. š¦š"
Emerald: "I can't believe how hot she is. The way she runs, the way her tits bounce, she's making everyone hard, and she knows it. š"
BeachFucker420: "I'd pay serious money just to fk her in that bikini. I'd bet anything she's getting railed right after this shoot. šš"
Kushina's fingers moved deeper, her body responding to the dirty words on the screen. She couldn't stop herself now, the excitement and arousal overwhelming her. Her thumb grazed her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.
What am I doing? she thought, but the idea of being watched, of all those men lusting after her, only made her more excited. Her free hand reached up, pulling her bra over her breasts, exposing her hardened nipples to the cool air. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it gently, her fingers toying with her nipple as she read the next set of comments.
VoyeurKing: "I'd love to watch her fk. šš There's no way she doesn't get off on knowing how badly we all want her."
TaikinFan: "I bet she's getting her tits grabbed as we speak. Those things are made for sucking. šš„"
WetMILF94: "I'm telling you, she's an exhibitionist. She wants us to watch her. She loves the attention. š¦"
FuckMaster: "I'd fk her so hard on that beach, she wouldn't be able to walk straight afterward. šš"
PeepingT0m: "That bikini top is practically see-through. She's loving how it shows off her tits. šš¦"
Kushina gasped, her back arching as her fingers moved faster between her legs, teasing her clit with every stroke. She pinched her nipple, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The comments were getting more explicit, more intense, and so was she. Her breath came in soft moans as she lost herself in the moment, her body trembling as her pleasure built.
Her phone slipped from her hand, landing on the bed beside her, but she didn't stop. Her fingers worked faster, her free hand moving to her other breast, squeezing it, pulling on her nipple. Her body was on fire, the heat spreading through her like an uncontrollable blaze.
She thought about the men on the forum, the way they talked about her, the way they imagined her as a real whore, as she thought some man or men were fucking her now with the same enthusiasm as she was sliding her fingers inside her pussy. The idea of being watched, of being desired so completely, pushed her closer to the edge. They're all watching me, she thought, the thrill of it sending shivers through her.
Her body tensed as she neared release, her fingers working frantically, her breasts bouncing as she bucked against her own hand. She imagined all the eyes on her, all the comments about what they would say to her if they saw her in such a deplorable state, all dirty thoughts about what they would do to her if given the opportunity., and it sent her over the edge.
With a sharp gasp, her body shuddered in release, the pleasure overwhelming her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her fingers slowed, her breath heavy, and her skin flushed with heat. She collapsed back onto the bed, her hand still between her legs, the other resting on her exposed breast.
For a moment, she lay there, panting, her heart pounding in her chest. The reality of what she'd just done hit her all at once. She had never imagined she could get so turned on by something like this, by words, by the thought of being watched, by the idea of men lusting after her.
'Am I... really turning into my old self?' she wondered, her mind still foggy with pleasure. The idea both scared and excited her. All those strangers lusting after her, She had felt powerful, desired, wanted in a way she had never felt before. And despite her embarrassment, she couldn't deny how much she had enjoyed it.
Slowly, she reached for her phone again, her body still buzzing from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked at the comments on the forum once more, her lips curving into a small, mischievous smile. Maybe they're right, she thought, her heart racing again.
She didn't bother pulling her panties back on. Instead, she closed the forum, setting her phone aside. Her hand trailed lazily across her stomach as she closed her eyes, relishing the aftermath of her arousal.
They have no idea what they've started.
TBC
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