Flames from the past

Primetime: Chapter 22

Welcome to Chapter 22 of Primetime.

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

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Posted on: March 3 2025

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Chapter 22: Flames from the past

The sprawling skyline of Konoha shimmered under the golden rays of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows on the prestigious KTV headquarters. In the upper echelons of the towering structure, Danzo and Hiruzen sat in the confines of Danzo's office, the room adorned with dark wood and strategic lighting that gave it an air of authority.

Between them lay a nin-pad, Its display on as it lay across the glossy table, which were recent pictures from the photo shoot featuring Kushina. The images captured her poised on the beach in a micro bikini, her striking crimson hair flowing like fire against the soft backdrop of Uzushio. Despite the professional veneer, the provocative undertones were undeniable.

"These two... Kushina and Kurenai," Danzo began, his voice measured, "are the crown jewels of this campaign. Their social following alone has tripled our engagement metrics."

Hiruzen nodded, swapped through the pictures with a grin. "Jiraiya's timing was perfect. It's no wonder he's stayed over, he probably doesn't want to miss a moment of the action or looking for more action."

Danzo leaned back. "Yeah, We've hit gold with them, but we need to keep things discreet. The more exclusive these shoots feel, the more the world will crave them. Jiraiya understands that, but we can't afford any leaks."

Hiruzen chuckled. "With the way they're posing, I doubt discretion is their top priority. But you're right. Keep the allure high, and the revenue even higher."

Hiruzen's hands rested on the armrests of the leather chair, his expression a blend of contemplation and approval as he regarded the pictures.

"I must admit," he began, his gravelly voice tinged with satisfaction, "this new direction, while bold, has proven far more effective than I anticipated. These images have an almost magnetic quality. Kushina and Kurenai are truly invaluable assets. They're on the way to transcend from mere on-screen roles to become true cultural and city icons."

Danzo leaned back, the corners of his mouth curling into a subtle smirk. "You're correct, Hiruzen. Their appeal goes beyond just their physical beauty, though I'd be lying if I said that wasn't part of the strategy. It's their social influence, the way they captivate audiences across platforms. KTV is no longer just a network; it's a movement. And they're at the helm."

Hiruzen's eyes lingered on a particular image of Kushina where she was leaning forward and her boobs were almost spilled over, her confident pose radiating both power and allure despite being scantily clad. "And Jiraiya's involvement? Was it truly necessary to bring him into the fold? He can be hard to control if you give him too much leeway."

Danzo's expression darkened momentarily before giving way to calculated calm. "Jiraiya may be unconventional, but his instincts are sharp. The man's presence alone lends credibility to our projects on KTV Unplugged. More importantly, he has a certain… gravitational pull. Kushina and Kurenai have warmed up to him in ways I'd only hoped for given the results from yesterday. His ability to disarm and encourage their openness is invaluable. I have known Kushina it wouldn't have been easy to push her to do this; it's like he has disarmed her. "

Hiruzen exhaled slowly, crossing his legs. "That disarmament is a double-edged sword, Danzo. Kushina, especially. She's shown to be adaptable, yes, but she also has a fierce spirit. You're certain she won't resist these… broader plans for her role?"

Danzo chuckled softly, a sound devoid of mirth. "Hiruzen, the moment she stepped into that photo shoot and embraced the new wardrobe, the game changed. This shoot has unlocked something for her, more importantly I hope her nature awakens to explore, to push boundaries. When time comes she won't resist because she won't see it as resistance. She'll see it as evolution."

Hiruzen frowned slightly, his gaze sharpening. "And Kurenai? You're grouping her into this trajectory as well?"

Danzo's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. "Kurenai's loyalty, friendship and rivalry with Kushina make her an obvious choice. She'll now try to outdo whatever Kushina does and vice versa. Their chemistry is obvious and so is their rivalry, both on and off camera. It's not about exploiting them individually; it's about leveraging their dynamic. Together, they're a phenomenon that will be our money making machine."

Hiruzen's silence stretched for a moment, as he took a deep breath. "And KTV Unplugged?" he finally asked, his tone laced with caution.

A sly smile spread across Danzo's face as he reached for a fresh cigar, cutting the end with meticulous precision before lighting it. The fragrant smoke curled upward, adding to the room's somber ambiance. "It's the natural next step," he said, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. "The audience craves authenticity, raw, unfiltered glimpses into the lives of their idols. KTV Unplugged will deliver that and more."

"And by more, you mean…?" Hiruzen prompted, his brow arching.

"Freedom," Danzo replied, his voice a measured cadence of persuasion. "Kushina and Kurenai, unbound by traditional constraints. We'll frame it as empowerment, a celebration of their individuality and strength. With Jiraiya's guiding hand, they'll embrace the concept willingly. And when they do, our viewership will skyrocket and so will our funds. I will bring Hideki-san to sign in next forms of agreement soon enough so that we don't have any hurdles "

Hiruzen rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his skepticism evident. "You tread a fine line, Danzo. There's potential for backlash if this is mishandled. Kushina's family… her reputation…Especially her husband ... .if he gets involved then we might have to deal with politics."

Danzo waved his hand dismissively. "Reputation is malleable, Hiruzen. Perception can be shaped, directed. Besides, what we're offering isn't exploitation. It's an opportunity, a chance for them to redefine themselves and their careers."

Hiruzen's gaze hardened. "I hope you know what you are doing. Just remember, Danzo. These are people, not pawns. Push too far, and you risk everything. We don't want ghosts from your past to come to haunt us if you push too far."

Danzo leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Risk is the price of progress. And mark my words, Hiruzen, KTV is destined for greatness. With Kushina and Kurenai as our stars, and Jiraiya subtly orchestrating their ascent, we'll dominate the industry. The world will watch, and they'll never look away."

The room fell silent, the weight of Danzo's words hanging in the air. Hiruzen rose from his chair, casting one last glance at the photos before walking to the door.

"For your sake, Danzo," he said quietly, "I hope you're right."

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The first light of pre-dawn began to filter through the curtains of Kushina's room. The persistent buzz of her alarm at 5:30 a.m. shattered the serenity, stirring her from a deep slumber. With a groan, she reached out to silence it, her hand fumbling before finally pressing the button. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms overhead as her back arched, the thin strap of her camisole slipping off her shoulder. Her crimson hair spilled messily down her back, catching the faint light and gleaming like fire.

Her body ached faintly from the previous day's activities, a gentle reminder of just how demanding this new role had become. She ran a hand through her hair, untangling the strands with a sigh. "Another day, another shoot, then hopefully back to Konoha" she murmured to herself, though there was a note of anticipation in her voice. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touched the cool floor, sending a shiver up her spine. The sensation was enough to wake her further, and she padded toward the bathroom.

The warm spray of the shower coaxed her fully awake, the water cascading down her body and washing away the remnants of sleep. She let the stream hit her shoulders, the muscles relaxing under the heat. As she lathered soap across her skin, her mind wandered to the day ahead. The thought of the shoot, on the pristine Uzushio beaches, with cameras capturing every detail, made her lips curl into a small smile. Unlike the previous day she was now looking forward to what was in store for her from the shoot today. By the time she stepped out, her skin was flushed and glowing, droplets clinging to her as she wrapped herself in a soft towel.

Returning to the bedroom, she rummaged through her prepared wardrobe. She held up the deep crimson two piece bikini, but instead of looking at it with fear, her eyes lit up with impatience and mischievous excitement, like a child contemplating the potential of a toy for her next prank. Slipping into it, she adjusted the straps carefully, her hands lingering on the ties to ensure they framed her figure perfectly. The material hugged her curves snugly, the cut both flattering and daring. "Perfect," she whispered to herself, her eyes flicking to the mirror. The sight brought a flush to her cheeks. "Maybe a little too perfect." was very bold and showed a lot of skin, but that didn't bother her anymore.

Over the bikini, she donned a light, white floral-patterned green kimono, the soft fabric brushing against her freshly showered skin. The loose sleeves and flowing hem reaching her knees gave it a graceful air, but the sash cinched tightly around her waist hinted at the hidden allure beneath. She tied it securely, but not too tightly, leaving the neckline loose enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage with her glorious mound in the bikini top.

Stepping into the corridor, Kushina nearly bumped into Kurenai, who was about to knock on her doors. Kurenai was similarly dressed, her dark bikini peeking out from beneath a sleek, black kimono tied loosely around her waist. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though a few strands framed her face, giving her an effortlessly sensual look.

"Early start, huh?" Kurenai remarked, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. Her red eyes sparkled with mischief as they lingered on Kushina's attire. "And did you just dress up like this to put the crew on edge?"

Kushina chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "Says the woman who looks ready to walk onto a magazine cover. Don't pretend you're not enjoying the attention just as much as I am."

Kurenai's smirk widened as her gaze swept over Kushina's kimono. "That bikini… it's almost unfair. Red really is your color. Though I'm not sure if it's more for the camera or for the poor men trying to keep their eyes on anywhere else but your breasts."

Kushina rolled her eyes playfully, adjusting the sash of her kimono. "If they're distracted, that's their problem. I'm just here and will just pose and shoot. Can't help it if the wardrobe… accentuates certain things."

"Certain things?" Kurenai teased, raising an eyebrow. "Like the way that top practically begs for someone to undo the strings? Or how the hem and partition of your kimono gives just enough of a peek to drive people crazy?"

Kushina's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, though her grin remained. "And what about you? That outfit… Let's just say I wouldn't be surprised if one of the crew 'accidentally' trips while staring up your legs."

Kurenai laughed, her voice teasing. "I'll take that as a compliment. Though, speaking of distractions, I'll need to head back to Konoha after this shoot. 'Meet the Stars' is on my schedule, and I'm to host this evening , thankfully script was done last week."

"Ah, the glamorous life of a TV host," Kushina teased as they began walking toward the beach. "You're going to 'wow' the guest with your wardrobe or charm them with your wit?"

Kurenai smirked, her stride confident. "Why not both? Though, it's going to be hard to top this look," she said, gesturing to her attire.

"True," Kushina admitted, her eyes glinting with humor. "This… look certainly has its perks. But it does make me wonder, do they really care about the 'beach' setting, or is it just an excuse to see how much skin we're willing to show?"

"A little of both, probably," Kurenai replied with a sly grin. "Not that I mind. There's a certain… thrill to knowing all eyes are on us. Keeps things interesting."

As they approached the sandy shore, the salty breeze played with their hair and teased the edges of their kimonos, offering fleeting glimpses of the bikinis beneath. The quiet of the early morning was broken only by the soft rustle of the waves and their low laughter, their camaraderie as effortless as their allure.

"Think the men will survive today?" Kushina quipped, glancing at Kurenai out of the corner of her eye.

Kurenai smirked, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Barely. But that's half the fun, isn't it?"

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Jiraiya was already waiting for them near the setup, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. In his hand was a small package bearing the Gatou Resort logo, and his eyes twinkled with the mischief that always seemed to follow him.

"Ladies," he greeted, his tone warm and filled with that familiar playful tone, "this will be your final shoot for this stint together as I got to know Kurenai-san has to leave after this session, so I've decided to go with something... unique." He set the package down and carefully opened it, pulling out two crisp white T-shirts, each adorned with the Gatou Resort logo emblazoned boldly across the chest.

Kushina raised an eyebrow, glancing at the shirts with mild suspicion.They were somewhat similar to ones Gatou had shown them prior day. No, in fact they were the same ones Gatou had shown them yesterday. Kurenai noticed that too and folded her arms and her lips curved into a skeptical smile. "Unique, huh? Well I think I've heard this idea before."

"Hehe, I can't fool you, can I?" Jiraiya laughed rather quietly at the realization that he had been found out. It's not like he'd gone out of his way to hide it anyway. "Yes, this is Gatou's idea. I owe him a favor and he was very insistent on making you wear these." Jiraiya confessed offhandedly with a shrug. This is what he was getting for being a humble artist who tried to negotiate with a successful tycoon and businessman. The idea wasn't one of Jiraiya's favorites and he had so many other things on his list that he would like to do on this last day together with these beauties before these shirts, but at least he had Gatou's word to help him with the plans he had in mind.

"I don't think someone of your reputation would agree to something so... simple. What's the catch?" Kurenai looked at the man intriguingly, smelling that Jiraiya would add his own touch.

Jiraiya's grin widened. "I knew you'd ask. These," he said,as he unfolded and held up one of the shirts for emphasis, "will be paired with your micro bikini bottoms." 

"Just the bottom part?" Kushina asked with mixed feelings. Seeing her skeptical look, Jiraiya was quick to correct himself. 

"Don't worry, you won't be going bare under. Underneath, you'll wear pasties, just to keep it decent enough. So It will imply you have nothing under but you will have something. So what do you ladies think ? you up for the morning challenge ?"

Kushina's mouth fell open slightly, while Kurenai's eyebrow twitched. The two exchanged glances in a silent discussion about the best way to say "no" to someone like Jiraiya. Before either could respond, Jiraiya quickly added, "And, of course, you'll be compensated handsomely for this. Gatou Resort is sparing no expense. It's all about promotion, ladies! And I'll make sure you get some vouchers as well along with getting paid"

The two women exchanged glances again, an unspoken conversation passing between them. Kurenai's refusal melted at the promised reward and as if Kushina was influenced by her companion's newfound willingness, she also decided to accept. Finally, Kurenai sighed, shaking her head with a wry smile. "Fine. But you're lucky we're professionals. We'll accept this since we trust your words Jiraiya-san"

Kushina smiled. "And that we hope you will update the crew as well."

Jiraiya smiled "Of Course men will be disciplined and keep their distance, Also there's a twist in shoot "

"Twist ? " Kushina asked.

"Yeah the twist. The shirts are meant to be a little sheer when wet… by design. So don't be surprised " he smiled trying not to smirk as he saw blush adorn their cheeks.

Without waiting for them to change their minds, he clapped his hands together in delight. "Now that we're all on the same page, go get changed. I'll be waiting here. Don't take too long; I want the rising sun in the backdrop."

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The two women made their way to the nearby changing stalls. Kurenai entered one of the stalls, peeling off her kimono to reveal her black bikini. After removing the bikini top, she held up the small, circular skin coloured pasties that Jiraiya had provided, her lips twisting in mild amusement. "Well, this is… new," she muttered, peeling off the protective backing and sticking them onto her nipples. The adhesive felt cold against her skin, sending a small shiver through her.

Next came the T-shirt. Kurenai slipped it over her head, the soft fabric brushing against her arms as it settled over her torso. She glanced down, adjusting the hem and noting how it barely reached her crotch, leaving her bikini bottoms completely visible. She turned slightly, observing herself in the small mirror mounted in the corner. The shirt clung lightly to her figure, hinting at the curves beneath. "I can't believe I'm finally actually wearing this." she said to herself remembering when Gatou had proposed this idea to them yesterday and how they had rejected it. It was kind of funny to imagine how much Gatou wanted to see her and Kushina in these shirts to use Jiraiya to propose the idea. Maybe this publicity thing was an alibi and Gatou-san was actually one of those guys with peculiar fetishes? "Well, at least I won't be doing this for free." Whatever the reason, Kurenai didn't mind. 

In the adjacent stall, Kushina was having a similar experience. She slipped out of her kimono with practiced ease, the floral fabric pooling at her feet. Standing in just her crimson bikini, pulling off the bikini top she examined the pasties with a raised brow before placing them carefully over her nipples. 

"Definitely daring, and it's not like the one time I did something similar while shooting a Primetime episode with them," she murmured under her breath, her cheeks warming slightly as she adjusted them to sit perfectly. She reached for the white T-shirt, pulling it over her head and letting it fall into place. It was a tight fit as the fabric strained against her ample breasts. 'They'll definitely know I'm wearing nothing underneath,' Kushina thought as she noticed the stretched fabric in the mirror, but not like that's a totally bad thing, though. The resort logo in the center was distorted a bit by the way her breasts stretched the fabric but it didn't bother her. Unlike before when wearing the Gatou's Resort logo made her self-conscious now her mind let it go unnoticed as nothing more than an ornament without too much relevance. With the small t-shirt in place, Kushina observed herself a bit, corroborating that they looked as good on her and was as daring as she had imagined it would be when the suggestion was made to her yesterday. The hem reached just above her navel, leaving her stomach and barely-there bikini bottoms exposed for all to see, the soft cotton hugging her figure in a way that felt both flattering and provocative. She adjusted the neckline, which dipped slightly, offering a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. Glancing at herself in the mirror, leaned over and posed a little seductively. , a mix of amusement and nerves in her expression. "Jiraiya-san really knows how to push the envelope."

Before going out, she looked at the top she had just taken off and bit her lip mischievously as an excited warmth ran through her body and mind. Knowing that they would wet the tops and become see-through made Kushina feel thrilled and a little excited at the idea of going out and having everyone see her in all her splendor. The adrenaline and excitement from last night was still fresh in her mind, when she and Kurenai had to walk through the entire Resort with no underwear and wet clothes clinging to their bodies. It had been such a fun and exhilarating thing to do that the proposal to do something similar was quite tentative. 'I guess Gatou-san's idea wasn't so bad after all.' she thought before leaving the stall.

Kurenai emerged from her stall first, her movements graceful despite the awkwardness of the outfit. She glanced at Kushina as the redhead stepped out, and the two women couldn't help but exchange a small laugh.

"You know," Kushina said, smoothing down her shirt, "I think he enjoys making us the center of attention a little too much."

Kurenai nodded, adjusting the hem of her shirt. "It's his way of keeping things interesting. Though, I have to admit, this is definitely a… look."

The two women made their way back toward the setup, their T-shirts catching the morning light and already hinting at the sheerness Jiraiya had mentioned. As they approached, Jiraiya's grin grew impossibly wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief and approval.

"Ladies," he declared, gesturing grandly toward the prepared set, "you look stunning. Let's make this final shoot unforgettable!"

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The sun hadn't risen over the horizon when they reached the shores. The crew was already there, working on the setup. The waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythmic sound providing a serene backdrop to the bustling activity of the photoshoot setup. Jiraiya stood to the side, his camera crew buzzing around him as he directed final preparations. The women, clad in their Gatou Resort-branded T-shirts and micro bikini bottoms, strode onto the sand, their confidence undeniable despite the revealing attire.

As the first rays of the sun touched the beach, Jiraiya gave them the signal. "Alright, ladies," He called out, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "We're starting with something classic. On your knees, leaning toward the camera. I want intensity, but keep it playful. Let's make the viewers feel like you're reaching out just for them."

Kushina and Kurenai exchanged a brief glance, a flicker of amusement and competition passing between them before they settled into position. Dropping to their knees in the soft sand, they leaned forward slightly, their hands placed delicately in front of them. Their eyes locked onto the camera, each woman exuding a mix of allure and approachability. Kushina's fiery hair caught the first rays of sun, framing her face in a halo of red, while Kurenai's dark locks provided a striking contrast, emphasizing her sharp features. But That was not the focus of the shoot, The camera crew had to focus on well endowed breasts or more than wel;l endowed in Kushina's case .

"Perfect," Jiraiya murmured as the camera shutters clicked rapidly. "Now, a little more engagement. Tilt your heads, play with your hair, make it feel spontaneous."

The women obliged, their fingers grazing their strands, soft smiles curving their lips. Their poses shifted subtly, each movement a blend of grace and seduction. The camera crew moved around them, capturing every angle.

After a series of kneeling poses, Jiraiya clapped his hands. "Next, turn your backs to the camera. Look over your shoulders toward the sea. Let the sunlight highlight your profiles."

Kushina and Kurenai rose gracefully, their bare feet sinking slightly into the sand as they turned to face the ocean. With the rising sun as their backdrop, they looked over their shoulders, their expressions contemplative yet inviting. The gentle breeze played with the hem of their T-shirts, giving glimpses of their asses in their bikini bottoms beneath.

"Beautiful," Jiraiya said, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Now, let's add some drama. Water team, get ready for the wet shots!"

A pair of crewmen, Okie and Yami, approached, carrying large jugs of water.

"That damn bastard Yami. Why did he get selected and I didn't?" Jin muttered from the sidelines as he watched Yami and Okie approach the ladies.

"You know why. When Jiraiya-san asked for volunteers for the water squad between you and Yami, you turned it down," Gatou smirked in response.

"I didn't know it was for this job! And how come Yami agreed so readily?" Jin complained.

"Oh, nothing. I tipped him off beforehand, and now he owes me one," Gatou replied non-chantedly with a smirk as he took a sip from his glass.

"Why? Why him and not me?" Jin almost cried.

"Ahhh, he was nearby at the time," Gatou replied with a shrug. In reality, he had gotten the plan from Jiraiya late last night and had told Yami about it while boasting that his outfit was part of the official shoot. So, even though he had been turned down by the ladies, he still got his wish. While it meant he didn't win the bet, he still fulfilled his desire in the end. Once again, he sipped his morning cocktail as he watched the scene unfold before him. 'Is she really an Uzumaki?' It was a contemplative thought, as he looked at the red-haired woman with a gaze that wasn't just lustful. He had his suspicions ever since he saw her and heard that she was from Uzushio. He had some clues, but little proof that she really was part of that family and not just a coincidence. 'If what Shiro said is true, maybe I can clear this up once and for all.' his lips twisted into a pleased smile at the information his manager had given him last night. 'Kushina Uzumaki.... Ha, it really sounds very natural.' he thought of sipping more of his cocktail. 

Back at shoot the women exchanged a knowing smile, preparing themselves as the 'Water squad' began to pour. The cool liquid cascaded over their bodies specifically over their boobs , soaking the white T-shirts and rendering the fabric nearly translucent. The Gatou Resort logo became a bold focal point on their chests, while the rest of the material clung to their curves, outlining every detail.

The skin coloured pasties, small and strategically placed, barely shielded their nipples, adding an edge of tantalizing mystery to the shots. The camera flashes intensified, capturing the interplay of light and shadow on their glistening skin.

"Now, chest to chest," Jiraiya instructed, his tone firm but encouraging. "I want you two to play off each other's energy. Make it intimate but powerful."

Kushina and Kurenai stepped closer, their faces now flushed memories of last evening at the forefront of their mind, their wet T-shirts sticking to their torsos as they pressed boobs to boobs. The thin fabric offered no barrier, the contours of their bodies melding together. They rested their hands lightly on each other's arms, their eyes locking as they leaned in, pushing their buttocks back a little and bringing their faces closer until their foreheads were separated by a couple of centimeters. The naturalness with which they did it and the curious atmosphere that surrounded them made the connection between them pretty much evident.

"Hold that, stay like that for a second!" urged Jiraiya, moving around and making a few small adjustments to capture the moment from multiple angles. "This is gold. The audience will feel like they're intruding on something private. That's the magic" he was saying to himself as he saw how comfortable both models were being so close to each other.

The women's breathing synced as they maintained the pose, barely holding themselves from getting handsy on with each other right here on the beach, the morning breeze doing little to cool the heat radiating from the scene. After several shots, Jiraiya called out another direction.

"Back-to-back now. Arms entwined. Let the sunlight catch every curve."

They shifted positions with slight reluctance, their backs pressing together as they linked their arms. The wet fabric of their shirts clung even more tightly to their bodies, emphasizing every curve and contour. They were practically naked, dressed in translucent T-shirts and tiny bikini bottoms. The camera captured the interplay of light and texture, the sheer material revealing just enough to tantalize without crossing the line into full exposure.

As the shoot progressed, Jiraiya's voice grew more animated. "Alright, for the final series… Turn your face to sea, drop the T-shirts. I want backless shots. Just your bikini bottoms, the ocean, and the rising sun. This is the crescendo."

Kushina hesitated for a brief moment, uncertainty flickering across her face. 'Do I really have to do this? Can I really push things this far? Maybe I should ask Minato first,' her doubts and thoughts ran wild, even though her fingers were already nervously caressing the hem of her soaked shirt. Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her doubts growing heavier with every passing second. She cast a glance at Kurenai, who stood beside her with calm composure, offering a reassuring nod.

"The top is hiding nothing," Kurenai whispered softly, she did not seem to have many impediments to comply with that last request.

Kushina bit her lip, glancing down at the clinging fabric that left very little to the imagination. 'She's right... and Minato did say to do whatever was necessary yesterday, didn't he?' she reminded herself, recalling his encouraging words during their call on day 0. He had always trusted her judgment, and this was just another part of her job, right?

With a deep breath, she nodded and smiled back at Kurenai, finding strength in her friend's unwavering confidence. Together, they reached for the hems of their soaked garments and, in perfect synchronization, pulled them off, letting the wet fabric fall to the sand in a soft heap. The cool breeze brushed against their exposed skin, sending a slight shiver down Kushina's spine, but she forced herself to stay composed.

Standing with their backs to the cameras looking out over the rolling sea. The multiple cameras adjusted their zoom-ins and zoom outs to get the best possible shots. The two women exuded a radiant confidence, their toned figures silhouetted against the golden hues of the rising sun. The soft light danced along their skin, highlighting every curve in a way that felt both sensual and powerful. Though exposed, they didn't feel vulnerable. Instead, they stood tall, embracing the moment, knowing they had the control, and the attention, of everyone watching.

'They're only seeing my back,' Kushina thought as she felt the morning wind caress the bare skin of her wet breasts. She could feel her nipples straining hard against the pasties, and as she glanced down, she could clearly see how hardened they were beneath the thin covering. The same was true for Kurenai, whose nipples were just as prominent, pressing against the delicate material.

For a brief moment, the world around them seemed to still, as if the beach itself was holding its breath in awe. The interplay of light and shadow framed them perfectly, creating a scene that was both alluring and artistic. Kushina felt her earlier anxiety fade, replaced by a growing sense of pride.

"You ready for the next shot?" Kurenai whispered, glancing sideways with a small, encouraging smile.

"Yeah," Kushina replied softly, straightening her posture. 'I can do this. Minato would be proud.'

"Perfect," Jiraiya breathed, barely above a whisper. "Tilt your heads slightly. Let your hair cascade. This is raw, this is powerful."

The camera captured the scene in vivid detail, the curve of their spines, the sway of their hips, the subtle sheen of water on their skin. Each shot was a testament to their poise and magnetism that they had not only on camera, but also on the men present. It was the culmination of a shoot designed to push boundaries while celebrating their strength and beauty.

As the final clicks of the camera echoed across the beach, Jiraiya lowered his equipment, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Ladies, you've outdone yourselves. This… this is going to set the industry ablaze."

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Since Gatou and Jin were sitting near the shooting area, there were fewer free members of the KTV team apart from the cameramen, and only those with designated passes were allowed. But this wasn't the case at the KTV office back in Konoha. The shoot was being live-streamed via one of the cameras for Danzo. While Danzo would watch the recording later, that wasn't the case for most of the men. It wasn't often that you saw men excited about something so early. The lucky ones were those on the early morning shifts for the channel, poor lads whose job was to make sure the channel kept running and showing the designated programs during the wee hours. Normally, it was their shitty luck, but today was their day.

Huddled around the array of monitors, the men, a mix of photographers, assistants, engineers, and other crew members, leaned closer, their expressions ranging from awe to poorly concealed lust.

Gojiro's eyes were practically glued to the screen, his mouth slightly agape as he watched Kushina and Kurenai press chest to chest, their soaked T-shirts clinging to every curve.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath. "It's like the fabric's painted on them. You can see every… detail. Kami-sama blessed me with this even at this ungodly hour."

Another man from the early shift, called Shido, smirked, nudging his friend Ryota with his elbow. "You think they know what they're doing to us? Look at the way they're leaning into each other. You think they banged last night?"

Ryota let out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving the monitor. "Oh, they know. You don't wear something like that without knowing exactly how it's going to look. Yes, someone definitely got lucky last night."

Wataba, another man from sound engineering, adjusted his headset, though it seemed more like a distraction than a necessity. "Kushina… she's got this way of looking at the camera, like she's daring you to do something about it. And Kurenai? She's no slouch either. Those eyes of hers…" He trailed off, shaking his head as if to clear it.

Kaizuki, another sound engineer, spoke up. "Are you sure you're looking at their eyes?" he chucked as he continued "Jiraiya-san is a genius, you know? Pairing them together like this. Two absolute stunners, dripping wet, with just enough coverage to leave something to the imagination. The man's a damn artist. If anyone got to fuck them last night, it's gotta be him."

"Artist?" Ryota scoffed, though his eyes never left the screen. "More like a deviant with a camera. Not that I'm complaining. He definitely trained them last night."

The live feed shifted to a back-to-back pose, the sunlight catching the sheen of water on their skin as their arms entwined. The men fell silent for a moment, the only sound the faint hum of the equipment and the distant crash of waves.

Choza, who was on the early shift today, broke the silence, his voice low and hesitant. "You guys think… is this all just for the shoot? Or are they really into it?" Kushina was the mother of his son's friend and Choza respected her. He didn't want to think of her in an undue way or that she was being so provocative for reasons beyond professional ones. But the pictures on the screen were making it difficult for him, so much so that it was also difficult not to be like his companions and look at her with some lust.

Gojiro let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, they're into it, alright. Maybe not for the reasons we'd like, but look at them. They're having fun with it. Kushina's even smiling, that's the smile of someone deep in lust." Then his eyes trailed to the figure in the corner of the frame. "I still can't believe that Okie got the opportunity to spray water on them… that lucky bas, "

The shot changed again, this time to the wet T-shirts becoming translucent under the steady pour of water. The pasties barely did their job, the faint outlines of the women's nipples visible through the fabric. The air in the tent grew heavier, the tension palpable.

"Holy shit," Ryota murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's… next-level stuff right there. You could sell out theaters with this."

"You think Jiraiya's going to push for more shoots like this?" Gojiro asked, his tone casual but his eyes alight with anticipation.

"If he doesn't, he's an idiot," Wataba replied.

The next sequence showed Kushina and Kurenai standing chest to chest, their hands lightly gripping each other's arms. The camera zoomed in, capturing the water trickling down their necks and pooling in the small dips of their collarbones. Their faces were close, almost as if they were sharing a secret.

"I'd pay good money to know what they're whispering to each other," Gojiro muttered, his voice tinged with envy and a desire to see both beauties already kissing.

"Probably about what they agreed to last night when being fucked," Ryota said with a grin. "Can't blame them, really. They probably agreed to some hefty deal with fucking as a plus."

The group erupted into quiet laughter, though none of them moved from their spots. The next set of shots was announced through the feed: backless photos. The women removed their T-shirts, their bikini bottoms the only remaining piece of clothing as they turned their backs to the camera. The sun framed their figures perfectly, casting long shadows on the sand.

"Kami above," Choza muttered, his voice thick.

"That… that's art. Pure art," Wataba finished.

"Art my ass," Gojiro shot back. "That's… damn near sinful. Not that I'm complaining. Show us tits, come on, come on."

"They know, and they agreed to this deal, definitely. I'm 100% sure now there was some orgy going on out there last night," Ryota said with certainty.

The monitors went dark briefly as the crew prepared for the next segment. The men leaned back in their chairs, a collective sigh filling the space.

"Damn, I can't wait to see them back in the office. Kami have mercy on my urges now. When I see them, these scenes will play all over my mind," Wataba replied, earning a round of quiet chuckles from the group.

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Back at the beach, Kushina and Kurenai, still catching their breath, exchanged a quick glance before reaching for their discarded T-shirts.

The thin, soaked fabric clung to their hands as they lifted the shirts from the sand, shaking off the excess water before slipping them back on. The wet cotton immediately adhered to their skin, outlining their figures in a way that left little to the imagination. The cool material sent a shiver through Kushina as she adjusted the hem, her fingers brushing against the taut muscles of her stomach.

"Well, that was… enthralling," Kurenai murmured, running a hand through her damp hair as she glanced toward the horizon. The flush of exertion still colored her cheeks, and her T-shirt did little to conceal the lingering effects of the wet shoot.

Kushina chuckled, her breath coming out in soft pants. "You can say that again. At least it's over." Her gaze flicked toward the approaching figures of Shiro and Yami, each holding a towel.

Shiro reached Kushina first, his steps measured, his eyes fixed on her rather than Kurenai made her pulse quicken and ego rejoice. He extended the towel with a small, knowing smile, his voice smooth as honey. "Here, let me help you with that."

Kushina hesitated for a fraction of a second before accepting the towel, her fingers brushing his as she took it. The fleeting contact sent a jolt of warmth through her, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on drying her arms and shoulders. "Thanks, Shiro-san," she said, her voice soft but steady.

Shiro's smile widened as he stepped closer, his gaze lingering on the way the wet T-shirt clung to her figure. "You handled yourself beautifully out there," he said, his tone low and appreciative. "It's not every day you see someone carry themselves with such… 'grace' under pressure. Just like it's nothing. "

Kushina felt her cheeks heat, though whether it was from his words or the intensity of his gaze, she couldn't tell. She cut him off. "Just doing my job," she replied, managing a small smile as she draped the towel over her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Yami approached Kurenai, his expression a mix of playful mischief. He held out a towel, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. "For you," he said, his voice rich and teasing. "Though I have to say, it was even better than last night."

Kurenai let out a soft laugh, though her cheeks flushed at the compliment. She accepted the towel with a polite nod, carefully avoiding his gaze as she began drying her hair. "Thanks, Yami. I'll take that as a compliment… I think."

Yami's grin widened, his confidence undeterred. "Oh, it's definitely a compliment," he said, his eyes flicking briefly to her breasts, navel, and legs before meeting her gaze again. "You've got a way of making things look… extraordinary."

Kurenai arched an eyebrow, though her lips twitched with amusement. "Is that your way of saying I'm overdressed for the occasion?" she quipped, adjusting the towel around her shoulders.

Yami chuckled, his tone playful. "Not at all. In fact, I think the outfit was perfect. Though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed when Jiraiya-san called the shoot to an end."

Kurenai rolled her eyes. "Well, next time, you can direct then."

"Only when it's worth it," Yami replied, his voice dipping slightly.

Nearby, Shiro's attention remained firmly on Kushina. He stepped closer, his voice lowering as he spoke, as if it were some kind of secret. "You know, Kushina, this kind of shoot… It's not easy. I've seen some before that they did at the resort, nut you sure made it look effortless."

Kushina glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, she allowed herself a small smile. "It's all about trusting the team. And knowing when to lean into the moment."

Shiro's smile deepened. "That's so you."

The smile on Kushina's face remained and her cheeks blushed a little as she realized the clichéd nonsense she had just said. She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of Kurenai's laughter drew her attention.

Kurenai, still holding her towel, was leaning slightly away from Yami, who had stepped just a bit closer. "You know," she said, her tone light but tinged with amusement, "you have a way of turning every conversation into a flirtation."

Yami grinned, unabashed. "What can I say? I know a good opportunity when I see one."

Kurenai shook her head, her laughter carrying on the breeze. "You sure would have won a lot of ladies with that attitude, but I'm not one of them."

"And yet, here you are, still talking to me," Yami countered, his voice teasing but warm.

The four of them began walking toward the changing stalls, the soft sand shifting beneath their feet. Shiro fell into step beside Kushina, so close that his hand brushed hers briefly as they walked. "So, what's next for you?" he asked, his tone casual but filled with genuine curiosity.

Kushina glanced at him, her expression thoughtful. "Probably a long shower and some rest. And you?"

"Just hoping for another opportunity to 'work' with you," Shiro replied smoothly, his eyes glinting with a mixture of innuendo and something deeper.

Yami, walking slightly ahead with Kurenai, glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Shiro-san, you've got some competition. I was thinking the same thing about Kurenai."

Kurenai rolled her eyes again, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her amusement. "You two are ridiculous."

Shiro chuckled, his gaze never leaving Kushina. "Maybe. But can you blame us?"

The group reached the changing stalls, and the women walked to their stalls, leaving the men waiting near a makeshift sitting area. Shiro and Yami exchanged a glance, smirks on their faces.

"You know," Yami said, leaning casually against the stall, "I never knew you could get close to Kushina-san so quickly. But if you keep laying it on that thick, she's going to see right through you."

Shiro smirked, crossing his arms. "And yet, I don't see her telling me to stop."

Yami laughed, shaking his head. "Fair enough. But don't get too comfortable. The day's not over yet. If you fail, I'm ready here."

"Don't worry about me. You worry about yourself," Shiro chuckled as he gave Yami a salute and walked off in the direction of the resort's entrance.

--------------------------------Primetime-Reloaded---------------------------------------------------------------

After quickly donning their kimonos over their wet t-shirts and bikini bottoms, Kushina and Kurenai wasted no time making their way to the main foyer of the resort. The elegant corridors leading there were illuminated by soft, warm lighting that added a serene ambiance to the resort. The pair moved with a mix of urgency and grace, exchanging occasional glances as they neared their destination. Once in the foyer, they were greeted by an attendant who guided them to the special bath areas reserved for private chambers.

As they walked through the tranquil hallways toward the bath chambers, Kushina's eyes scanned their surroundings. The delicate sound of water flowing from nearby fountains added to the soothing atmosphere. The path was lined with polished wooden panels and soft tatami mats, and the subtle scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the resort's calming design.

The attendant stopped in front of a hallway leading to several private bath chambers. Kushina couldn't help but notice how pristine everything was, each chamber marked with a small plaque and a discreet lantern hanging above it.

"Wow, even the washrooms here are interesting." Kurenai spoke up, her voice light but tinged with a hint of mischief as she ran her eyes over the place. "Oh, I'd love to have some fun with you again, Kushina-san, but I have a flight to catch. Let's meet for breakfast after quick showers."

Before Kushina could respond, Kurenai leaned in, her lips capturing Kushina's in a brief but teasing kiss. The unexpected kiss left Kushina momentarily stunned. Kurenai's lips lingered just long enough to stir a reaction before she pulled away with a playful smirk.

"See you in a few minutes," Kurenai said with a wink before stepping into one of the private baths and sliding the door shut behind her.

Kushina touched her lips, still warm from the kiss, and let out a small sigh. 'That damn woman… she knows exactly what she's doing,' she thought, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Kushina turned and walked toward another private bath. The door slid open effortlessly, revealing a beautifully arranged private bathing area. The scent of freshly cleaned tiles mixed with the subtle aroma of jasmine soap, a fragrance that seemed to wrap her in a comforting embrace.

The room was serene and inviting. A large stone tub, filled with steaming water, sat in the center, surrounded by smooth pebbles and lush greenery that gave the chamber an open, almost natural feel. A small wooden stool and a matching basin sat to one side for pre-bath rituals, alongside neatly folded towels and an assortment of luxurious bath products.

Kushina took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the space wash over her. As she stepped further inside, she let her kimono slip from her shoulders, the fabric pooling silently at her feet. The warmth of the room immediately caressed her wet t-shirt and bikini bottoms, and she felt a sense of relaxation begin to settle over her.

She reached for the small basin, filling it with water from a bamboo spout that trickled steadily into the tub. The soothing sound of water was like music to her ears as she began to pour the water over herself, the warmth seeping into her muscles. Her thoughts briefly drifted to Kurenai's kiss and the mischievous glint in her eyes. A small smile played on her lips.

'This… this is exactly what I needed,' she thought, as she looked around the private bath.

Just as Kushina was about to discard her clothes, a soft knock echoed at the door. She paused, her fingers halting mid-motion, and quickly draped a towel over her shoulders. "So, she really can't keep her hands off me," she thought with a smirk, assuming Kurenai had returned. With a mix of amusement and curiosity, she approached the door, her fingers wrapping around the handle.

When she opened it, her violet eyes widened in surprise. "Shiro, what are you doing here?" Kushina asked in a hushed tone, her voice barely above a whisper. She had expected Kurenai, but instead, it was her white-haired ex standing there, his familiar grin spreading across his face.

Shiro leaned casually against the doorframe, his silver hair catching the faint light. His grin widened as he took a small step forward, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Shh…" he whispered, placing a finger against his lips to silence her protest.

Before Kushina could react, perhaps out of disbelief at Shiro's appearance, he smoothly slipped past her, closing the door behind them with a quiet click.

"Have you gone crazy!? This is inappropriate," she hissed, turning to face him, her cheeks already tinged pink. She couldn't quite tell if it was from embarrassment, annoyance, or something else entirely.

"I know, but I just couldn't resist," Shiro murmured, his velvety voice full of longing. His gaze roamed over the redhead's scantily covered body. Only the tiny thong bikini, the small wet t-shirt and the towel over her shoulders were all that separated her from total nudity. "Your performance yesterday and today was quite a delight. Seeing you so being bold and charming, and effortlessly stealing everyone's attention made me reminisce about the old days. Especially ours. You also remember those days. Don't you?" His gaze softened briefly before taking on a more mischievous glint.

Kushina stepped back slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mixture of emotions swirling, part of her wanted to shove him out immediately, but another part of her was momentarily caught off guard by his boldness and the way he spoke of their youth, stirring old memories.

Shiro moved closer, his fingers reaching out to the edge of the towel draped over her shoulders. With deliberate slowness,almost as if he enjoyed Kushina's lack of resistance, he pulled it free, the soft fabric slipping from her body and landing on the floor with a barely audible thud.

"Shiro…" Kushina began, her voice faltering as she felt the cool air against her damp skin. Her wet, clinging T-shirt left little to the imagination, outlining every curve of her toned figure. Her hardened nipples pressed against the thin fabric, still covered by the pasties from earlier but visibly evident through the soaked material.

"You look just as stunning as ever," Shiro said, his voice a blend of admiration and something deeper. He took a step closer, his gaze locked on hers. "It's hard to forget moments like the ones we shared. Don't pretend you've forgotten too."

Kushina's breath hitched as she thought about those moments. , and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, though it did little to conceal her form. "This isn't the time for games, Shiro," she said firmly, though her voice lacked the sharpness she intended.

Shiro's grin didn't waver as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Who said anything about games, Kushina? I just wanted to see you… remind myself of the woman who left such an impression on me."

Kushina felt a flush creep up her neck, her resolve wavering under the intensity of his gaze which was still awakening things in her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, even as her mind raced with conflicting thoughts.The rational part of her was telling her that she should kick Shiro out of there, alarming her by being alone in a bathroom with a man and being in such a provocative state. But another part of her found that fear to be exciting, and whispered sweet notions of seeing how far this could go if she continued.-.

"Shiro, you can't just barge in here like this. You'll be in serious trouble if anyone finds you here.", she managed to say, this time with her voice more controlled. Despite having barged into her washroom and trying to seduce her despite knowing she was a married woman, Kushina didn't want her ex to be fired for making an extremely foolish decision.

"And yet, here I am," he replied smoothly, his smirk never leaving his face and his eyes never left her breasts either.

"Shiro, stop this nonsense right now. I'm a married woman now" Kushina tried to sound authoritative, but there was a quiver in her voice as she became aware of his gaze..

"I know, but that doesn't bother me" he replied, cupping Kushina's breasts in his hands, the wetness of her shirt seeping through his fingers and feeling the weight and firmness of that pair of attributes he had wanted to touch since the first bikini she had worn.

Ignoring her protests, Shiro leaned forward, pressing his face between her ample breasts, the wet fabric clinging tightly to her skin as he motorboated her. "Ahh!" Kushina gasped sharply, a suppressed moan escaping her lips as his playful actions sent a jolt through her body. Her hands instinctively came up to push him away but hesitated midway.

"Shiro!" she hissed again, this time her voice a mix of shock and confusion. His audacity left her momentarily stunned, her body betraying her with the faintest shiver of sensation.

He pulled back slightly, only to lower his head and nuzzle her chest, his lips brushing against the soaked fabric covering her nipples. Before Kushina could protest further, he opened his mouth and began to suckle gently through the wet material, his tongue trying hard teasing her sensitive buds through pasties. "Ahhn... stop," Kushina whispered, though her voice trembled with something other than anger. Her knees felt weak, and she shuddered involuntarily, her body betraying her better judgment.

"You always were so sensitive, don't you remember," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to tease her with light, sucking kisses. "I just wanted to see you wild again and today I got a glimpse of it."

Kushina's mind raced. Her mind being memories of her past with this man, their wild teen romance, more exactly her wild teen self. She knew she should put a stop to this immediately, but something about the forbidden nature of the situation sent a thrill down her spine and made her unable to reject the experience.

"This isn't right," Kushina managed to say, her voice trembling as Shiro's hands roamed up her sides, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to the sides of her breasts. "Someone might come and see us."

"No one will," he assured her, his voice low and dripping with confidence. "Just a moment… let me savor this."

His lips found her neck, suckling lightly, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, his kisses trailed downward, each one igniting sparks of heat across her skin. Kushina bit her lip hard, trying to stifle another moan, but her body betrayed her, pressing slightly closer to him as if craving more of his touch.

Her breath hitched sharply when Shiro's hands slipped under her wet T-shirt, his fingers grazing the soft underside of her breasts. His touch was featherlight, yet it electrified her senses, leaving her trembling and vulnerable.

"Shiro," she whispered, her voice breaking with both warning and need.

He smirked against her neck, his hands tightening their hold on her hips as his thumbs brushed over her stiffening nipples through the fabric. "You're trembling, Kushina. Does it really feel that good?"

Before she could answer, or protest, he grabbed the neckline of her shirt and, with a swift motion, ripped it open. The sound of tearing fabric was loud in the room, and Kushina gasped as her chest was exposed. Her pale, supple breasts spilled out, barely hidden by the small pasties that clung to her nipples.

"Wow," Shiro muttered, his eyes darkening with hunger as they locked onto her heaving chest. He reached up and pulled the pasties away, revealing her bare, pink nipples, already hardened and sensitive.

"You're a mama now, Kushi…" he said in a husky voice, cupping her breasts in his large hands and giving them a firm squeeze. As if she was comparing them to the ones she had in the past. The size, the firmness, the weight of her breasts, all were proof of how her youthful body had matured into that of a sexy woman. "These are mama tits" Shiro thought out loud as he remebered one of her Ninjagram postings where she was out with her son. 'That brat must have feasted big time sucking on these tits ' he thought with a few hints of envy for that boy who had spent years enjoying a privilege he was just enjoying. Shiro could only imagine how much that boy must have sucked on Kushina's tits to make them this big. 'Though maybe that husband had something to do with them growing in size too.' If Kushina had been his wife, he was sure their children wouldn't have been the only ones to enjoy her breast milk and he would enjoy a portion too.

Kushina's face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words died in her throat as Shiro leaned forward, his lips capturing one of her nipples.

A sharp moan escaped her lips as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, the wet heat of his mouth drawing a whimper from deep in her throat. He suckled her with an intensity that made her knees weak, alternating between gentle licks and rougher, deeper sucks that sent jolts of pleasure through her chest and straight to her core.

"Still the same," he murmured against her skin. "Even your moans are the same, Kushi. You haven't changed a bit." he muttered between suckles. His lips worked expertly, alternating between soft kisses and deep, firm sucks that left her gasping for air.

He moved to her other breast, his hand massaging the one he had just left while his mouth worked the other. Kushina's head fell back, her fingers tangling in his hair as her body arched into his touch.

Kushina's fingers dug into his shoulders, her protests melting into soft whimpers as Shiro's other hand massaged her neglected breast, his palm warm and rough against her skin. "Shiro, ahh aha" she whispered breathlessly, her body trembling as he bit down gently on her nipple, eliciting a strangled moan from her lips.

His mouth moved to her other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened nub before sucking deeply. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable, and she couldn't stop her body from arching into his touch.

"Look at you," Shiro teased, his voice muffled against her skin. "A mama now, but still so sensitive. You haven't changed at all."

"Shiro…" she gasped, her voice trembling as he bit down gently on her nipple, sending a shudder through her body. 

He lowered his head, his mouth capturing one of her nipples as his tongue flicked over the stiff peak. "This doesn't bring back memories ? like when we were together and we snuck out of the party to have a little fun on the sides" he teased, his warm breath ghosting over her damp skin. Kushina bit her lip as if to avoid giving an answer, but Shiro wasn't going to let her deny it. "You're still so sensitive. You can't hide how much you're enjoying this. "

As if to prove his point, he lowered his head further, kissing down the soft curve of her stomach and navel licking it. His hands moved to the waistband of her bikini bottom, and with one swift tug, he pulled it down her legs, leaving her bare before him.

Shiro's eyes lit up with a predatory gleam as he took in the sight of her shaved pussy, he ran a finger along her smooth mound.

 "Damn," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "Even here, you're perfect. so flawless, just as i remember even better I say now "

Kushina's breath caught as Shiro knelt before her, spreading her thighs apart with firm hands. The cool air against her most sensitive spot made her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his breath as he leaned in.

His tongue made the first slow, deliberate stroke along her folds, and Kushina cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders for support. Shiro didn't stop. He lapped at her slick folds with precision, his tongue flicking over her clit before circling back down to tease her entrance, collecting a good amount of her juices in the process which he did not hesitate to savor..

"Oh…aahh… Shiro stopppp," she moaned, her voice breathless and needy.

He groaned against her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her core. "You taste just as sweet as I remember," he said, his voice muffled.

Kushina whimpered, her fingers digging into his hair as his tongue worked magic on her. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks, driving her closer to the edge with every movement. She had been in arousal since she came here or even before that..

Her hips bucked against his face, her body desperate for more. "Shiro… please ahh ….stop…," she begged, her voice trembling.

Smirking, he slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right to hit her most sensitive spot. Kushina gasped loudly, her head falling back as the dual sensation of his tongue and fingers sent her spiraling.

"God, Kushi," he muttered, adding another finger and pumping them in and out of her slick heat. "You're so tight. It's like your body begging me for more still remembers me and our time together."

"Ahh… Shir…please ahh stopp!" Kushina cried out, her thighs trembling as he suckled her clit while his fingers worked her mercilessly. The wet sounds of his fingers and tongue filled the room, mingling with her ragged moans. She had tried to resist but her mind and body were doing the opposite. It was like her control wasn't even there .

"Cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "I want to hear you scream my name."

Kushina's body tensed as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she gasped, "Shiro… I… I'm going to, ahh stop…please ahha ahhh…!"

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as her walls clenched around his fingers. "Shi…ahhh…stop..shi" she screamed, her voice echoing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Shiro didn't stop, his tongue continuing to tease her clit as she rode out her climax, her hips jerking uncontrollably against his face.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at her with a satisfied grin. "You're still so beautiful when you cum," he said, his voice filled with desire.

Kushina leaned against the wall for support, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She felt him catching her body she stiffened agin 

"Shiro, that's enough," she whispered, placing her hands on his chest to push him back. Her fingers pressed against the firmness of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

Memories of the slip up she had withTaikin and his recent call were still fresh in her mind, as were the images and videos of what they did that night at the Hyuuga resort that he had sent her. A growing fear of making the same mistake with Shiro was surfacing in her chest, and the recent orgasm she had just felt an arousal infesting her entire body to take the best of her, Kushina didn't know if this time she would be able to stop herself.

TBC

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