Chapter 9: The Mist That Melts

Konoha's diplomatic wing buzzed with rumors: the Mizukage had arrived.

Mei Terumi, known for her beauty and volatility, had always been a mystery to most. Tall, elegant, with long auburn hair and two dangerous bloodline limits, she carried herself like royalty—and disarmed everyone with her sultry voice and devastating smile.

Naruto stood at the gates of the guest quarters, fidgeting.

"She personally requested me?" he asked the attending ANBU.

"Yes," came the clipped reply. "She was… very insistent."

He knocked.

The door creaked open on its own.

Inside, candlelight flickered, casting golden shadows on the room's deep red walls. Incense filled the air, exotic and heavy. And there she was—Mei Terumi—lounging across silken cushions in a robe far too sheer to be called diplomatic.

"Well, well…" she purred, sipping sake. "So this is the Leaf's newest... treasure. Come in, Naruto."

He stepped inside slowly, unsure if this was a mission or a seduction—or both.

"I've heard many stories about you," Mei said, rising to her feet with a feline stretch. Her robe slipped, revealing the curve of one perfect breast before she made no effort to adjust it. "About your chakra. Your stamina. Your... reputation."

"I—I didn't mean for things to go crazy," Naruto stammered.

She stepped close, nails dragging along his arm. "Mmm, but chaos is so exciting."

Without warning, she pulled him into a kiss—soft lips pressing to his, her body melting against him like warm wax. The robe fell.

She wore nothing underneath.

Her skin was flawless. Breasts full and inviting. Hips wide, waist narrow, thighs smooth and strong. She guided his hands to her body—not asking, simply expecting.

"I've come to see for myself what all the fuss is about," she whispered, reaching down to free his cock. "Let's find out if the rumors are true."

She knelt gracefully, her lips wrapping around him in one smooth motion. Naruto gasped—her mouth was slow, sensual, devastating. Tongue swirling in lazy circles, teasing the head, then diving deep with practiced ease.

"Gods—Mei—" he groaned.

She looked up, smiling with her lips wrapped around his shaft, then pulled off with a wet pop. "That's Lady Mizukage, sweetheart."

Then she rose again, turned, and leaned over the bed, presenting her perfect, round ass.

"Now," she purred, glancing over her shoulder, "show me how Konoha breeds its shinobi."

Naruto needed no further prompting.

He slid into her—tight, hot, wet, her body arching with a moan.

"Yes," she hissed. "Just like that."

He grabbed her hips and thrust, each stroke driving deeper, harder. Mei's hair spilled over the pillows as she moaned louder, loving every second. Her inner muscles squeezed and fluttered, trying to milk him.

She clenched hard when he hit her spot.

"Again—right there—yes!"

Her voice rose to breathless cries as Naruto picked up pace, slapping skin against skin in the candlelight. Sweat slicked their bodies, her moans turning desperate.

And then she climaxed—hard—her back arching, pussy pulsing around his cock.

Naruto couldn't hold back anymore. With a grunt, he slammed into her and came—hot, thick, deep inside her.

She collapsed forward with a sigh, utterly satisfied.

"…Definitely more than rumors," she murmured.

Later, as Naruto dressed, Mei sat up in bed, watching him.

"Leaf's women may have had you first," she said. "But I assure you… the Mist always leaves the deepest mark."

She blew him a kiss as he left.

In Suna, a fan snapped open with a sharp click.

Temari narrowed her eyes at a report.

"So the knucklehead's become a stud now? Tch. Figures. Guess I'll need to… test that myself."