Chapter 312.5: Mabui's Day

"..." Mabui, quick-witted, instantly understood. 

After a moment's hesitation, she picked up a bath pouf.

"Lord Hokage, how's this?" Samui asked Shinho.

"Good girl," Shinho said, reaching out to pinch her cheek. "I never knew you had this side to you."

"As long as Lord Hokage is pleased." Samui stepped closer, using the bath pouf to wash his chest.

"I like this," Shinho said with a satisfied nod. 

Life was good. But it was about to get even better. 

He reached out, gently caressing Samui's thigh. Without the barrier of black stockings, he could clearly feel its fullness. 

His other hand found Mabui behind him. Her figure wasn't as voluptuous as Samui's; her legs were slender, yet still soft and supple.

"Lord Hokage," Samui said after a moment, stepping back, "Your arms."

Shinho raised his arms. Samui embraced them, gently massaging. 

Mabui, seeing this, followed suit. 

Shinho inwardly praised the diligence of his two secretaries. He did have a preference for Samui, however. She was simply…curvier.

Soon, Shinho's arms were covered in lather, then rinsed clean under the hot water.

"Next…here." Samui bent down, her red lips parting slightly.

Shinho let out a long sigh.

He reached out and patted Samui's head as she bobbed up and down. 

From his angle, her taut buttocks looked exceptionally round. Her ample figure exuded sensuality.

Mabui bit her lip, admiring Samui's…enthusiasm.

But she wasn't idle, continuing to wash Shinho's back.

"Mabui," Samui said, coming up for air, "Let's switch places."

Mabui's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. 

She quickly took Samui's position. Shinho felt a different kind of tightness. Each had their own unique appeal.

"Let's go back to the bedroom," Shinho decided. The bath had served its purpose.

Mabui froze. The next second, she was lifted into his arms. 

Shinho carried her towards the bedroom, followed by a completely naked Samui. 

Her explosive figure swayed enticingly with each step, but no one was there to admire it.

Shinho's attention was focused on Mabui. Her dark skin glistened with moisture. 

Buried in his arms, her face was burning hot.

"Down you go." Shinho gave her a pat on her pert bottom, eliciting a crisp sound.

Mabui quickly released her hands around his neck, her eyes wide as she stood there, frozen, her head lowered.

"Samui, she's yours," Shinho said, settling onto the bed.

"Yes, sir." Samui nodded obediently. She took Mabui's wrist and led her forward.

"Mabui," Samui said, placing a hand on her waist.

Mabui trembled. 

She wanted to say something, but no words came out. She crouched down, instinctively clenching her fists. 

This moment felt like a rebirth. 

She looked at Samui, panic in her eyes.

"I'll help you," Samui said calmly. "It'll be alright." Sensing Mabui's trembling, she moved slowly.

The next second, a blush bloomed on Mabui's dark skin, a stark visual contrast. 

She gripped Samui's arm for support, her face paling.

"Breathe," Samui instructed patiently.

Mabui inhaled and exhaled. Whether it was psychological or not, her body did relax somewhat.

Shinho watched their sisterly bonding with a grimace. 

He could feel Mabui's breathing down there.

"Mabui," Samui said, tightening her hand.

Mabui bit her lip, remaining silent. 

As a shinobi, her physical endurance was far superior to ordinary people, and she quickly adapted. Seeing this, Samui's hand wandered down mabui's waist.

Mabui's body trembled; her breathing became rapid. Shinho nodded approvingly.

Samui was exceeding his expectations tonight. 

He remained still, observing, until Mabui's head tilted back uncontrollably, tears welling in her eyes as she collapsed to the bed.

"Samui," Shinho said, ignoring Mabui and getting up.

Samui turned around, her back to him. She let out a muffled moan, a smile playing on her lips.

After focusing on Mabui for so long, she had been on edge herself. Now, pleasure flooded her.

Shinho didn't hold back, rewarding his diligent secretary.

The night deepened. The moon climbed high, surrounded by a blanket of stars.

Time passed. Sunlight streamed in, heralding a new day.

Shinho opened his eyes. 

He turned his head to see Samui, her limbs entwined around him, a source of warmth and softness. 

The faint blush on her beautiful face reminded him of the previous night's activities.

Shinho turned his head to the other side. 

Mabui lay fast asleep, her breathing even. Her long, dark legs pressed against him, outlining the faint curves of her body. Her white hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her face with sweat.

Shinho felt a surge of energy.

"L-Lord Hokage," Samui woke with a start, her blush deepening.

She shifted her body, taking deep breaths.

"Temping me with such indecent behavior first thing in the morning?" Shinho said, shaking his head. "It seems my rebellious secretary needs to be punished."

"S-Sorry…" Samui stammered.

Glancing at Mabui, Shinho scooped Samui into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Suddenly airborne, Samui instinctively clung to him like an octopus. Her back arched, her feet dangling in the air, her toes curled.

In the bathroom, Shinho turned on the hot water. 

He thoroughly washed Samui, then gave both women the day off before heading to the Hokage's office.

"Lord Hokage," Konan greeted him as he entered.

"Good morning, Konan-nee," Shinho replied with a smile. He was in excellent spirits.

Konan, seeing his mood, relaxed inwardly. It was Samui's turn on duty today, but for some reason, neither she nor Mabui had shown up.

Left with no choice, she had taken Samui's place. She had expected Shinho to be angry, but he seemed completely oblivious. 

Deciding not to mention Samui's absence, Konan reasoned that it was a minor infraction, hardly worth mentioning, especially since Shinho didn't seem to mind. 

Their camaraderie allowed for such small transgressions.

"How is Kaguya doing?" Shinho asked, walking over and placing his hand on Konan's black-stockinged thigh.

"She learns quickly," Konan replied, her expression unchanged. "She has photographic memory."

"Photographic memory, huh?" Considering Kaguya's three eyes, Shinho found it plausible.

Especially her Rinne Sharingan, the ultimate form of an dojutsu.

"She would make a good secretary," Konan added.

"I have enough secretaries with the three of you. She has her own tasks," Shinho said, shaking his head.

"Understood," Konan responded calmly. 

She had merely made a suggestion; Kaguya's specific assignments weren't her concern.

"Is she in the office?" Shinho asked, looking down at Konan. 

While not as curvaceous as Samui, her tailored suit still accentuated her figure. The top button of her white blouse was undone, revealing a hint of pale skin.

"Yes." Konan pursed her lips, catching Shinho's wrist just before it reached the hem of her pencil skirt.

"Lord Hokage," Konan said, taking a small step back, her long, black-stockinged legs moving gracefully. "Shall I call her in?"

Shinho raised an eyebrow. 

He gently tugged Konan into his arms and, before she could react, kissed her. 

Konan's eyes widened in surprise, but her body quickly softened. A blush rapidly spread across her cheeks.

Shinho's hands moved lower, cupping her buttocks. Konan instinctively tensed, making them even rounder.

After a long moment, she pushed him away. "I…I'll go get Kaguya." She turned and left, practically fleeing.

Shinho chuckled. A short while later, the door opened again. 

Kaguya entered, her face expressionless.

"Can you cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi now?" Shinho asked directly.

"I need the God Tree," Kaguya replied after a moment's hesitation. 

After her defeat, the nine Tailed Beasts and the White Zetsu had left her body. 

The God Tree had been absorbed by White Zetsu, residing within him. However, it had withered after being expelled. 

Shinho had then transplanted it into his Immortal Aperture. 

Within his controlled Aperture, there was no risk of the God Tree going out of control. It couldn't even absorb energy without his permission.

"Can you customize the content within the Infinite Tsukuyomi?" Shinho asked.

"Yes." Kaguya's confusion deepened. What was he planning?

"One last question," Shinho asked with a smile. "Can people freely enter and exit the Infinite Tsukuyomi?"

"...?" Kaguya found the question absurd. 

The Infinite Tsukuyomi was a world-destroying genjutsu designed to work in conjunction with the God Tree to absorb the chakra of the entire shinobi world. 

Freely entering and exiting the genjutsu? How could it be so trivial?

"Can't it be done?" Shinho frowned slightly.

"It can be done," Kaguya said after a moment of hesitation. 

"By using the God Tree's leaves as passes and making them aware that they are in a genjutsu." The most terrifying aspect of the Infinite Tsukuyomi was that those trapped within believed it to be a brand new reality, like Obito Uchiha's dream of a world with Rin. 

The Infinite Tsukuyomi could certainly create such a world, albeit a dream.

"Excellent." Shinho's eyes lit up. 

With customizable content and free access, the Infinite Tsukuyomi could function as a virtual internet, with the God Tree as the server.

Where to put the server? Shinho decided his Immortal Aperture was the safest place. 

Besides, it wasn't as if everyone would be logging into the Infinite Tsukuyomi to surf the web.

He planned to start by creating a game world for shinobi to train and spar, reducing casualties and saving resources. 

But before that, he would create a special instance for Danzō Shimura, the Root of all evil. 

He wouldn't bother with anything fancy, simply replicating the Limited Tsukuyomi from the Road to Ninja movie. 

He would take Hinata Hyuga along; it would be like a little vacation.

join my patreon for the completed story: patreon.com/HyppoTL