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In the end, if you express compassion toward him, the next thing you know, he'll be sneaking glances at her the first chance he gets.
Outside, Jiraiya senses a ripple of chakra moving through the earth. He swiftly traverses the boundary of the land.
Wow, that woman had zero trust in him; any second of hesitation would plunge him into a level of suffering that no man would ever desire.
He still felt nauseous at the thought of being trapped by this con while attempting to escape after having successfully seen her towel-clad figure in the private hot springs on the estate.
He succeeded in obtaining sizes, but it came at a significant price. He spent the entire night trapped and tormented by anti-pervert seals.
Which incessantly shocked his genitals with minor lightning as chakra sealing and paralysis seal prevented him from moving.
The following day, his student freed him, despite being instructed not to reveal the incident to anyone.
He thought Kushina would have enhanced the seal matrix significantly more than the one before.
She was somewhat overly creative regarding seals, yet he couldn't dispute the outcomes.
He contemplated whether he could turn the tables and have Kushina ensnared by her own seals.
As he observed from the sidelines while she was managed by seals, he had limited thoughts, further placing her under his control.
Clearing his mind, Jirriaya gazes back at the estate with disappointment, and with a sigh at the missed chance, he heads towards the Medical wing. Perhaps Tsunade could lift his spirits.
Shortly after setting the seals in motion, Kushina, fatigued from the day's events, visited the unique hot springs that Minato had specially built in the basement of their home.
It was nothing grand and extensive like those in the Uchiha compound or lavish in the Hyuuga compound. It was snug and comfortable, ideally suited to her requirements.
She undresses in the nearby room to take a bath. Swiftly grabbing a modest towel from a collection that could hardly conceal her nearly DD cup breasts, let alone her curvy figure, she strides into the onsen area and promptly immerses herself in the warm water.
As she releases her long hair from the bun, it cascades around her body. A contented sigh leaves her lips as she sinks and unwinds in the heated waters.
Reflecting on her job, she added a fresh task to her list. Although she wasn't frivolous regarding her clothing and closets, she considered refreshing her wardrobe to align with her style.
She had to acknowledge that it becomes somewhat boring to work in a shinobi costume at a desk position. A fresh ensemble would certainly provide her with a distinct identity amidst the multitude of Shinobi attire.
She couldn't wear the Hokage's outfit, but this was the next best option available to her.
Jotting down a reminder to reach out to Mikoto shortly about a possible shopping outing, she rises from the onsen.
Throwing aside the towel, the damp goddess strides into the bathing space.
She elegantly begins freshening up by putting a little shampoo in her hair and some soap on her skin.
Reflecting on the previous days, she couldn't shake the feeling of achievement in her life.
Her life now held more significance than her friends', who were caught in a routine of managing the home.
No matter where she was, if Kunoichi chose to retire, it marked the natural conclusion of her career.
She felt fortunate to be married to Minato.
Feeling slightly excited at the thought of her husband, she recalled all the previous intimate encounters they had shared in this very onsen.
As her hands glide over her soft breasts, her nipples harden from the stimulation.
A steady, stifled moan escapes her lips as she leans against the wall, relaxing slightly with her legs slightly apart.
While one hand caresses her right breast, the other ventures down to her neatly striped mound and softly massages her labia.
Her pleasure increases, and so do her moans with intermittent calls of her husband's name.
"uh ah ah Minato ah um…"
Her fingers are now quickly gliding in and out of her naturally moist opening. In just a few minutes, she trembles as she reaches climax from the experience.
Gradually sinking down while still supported by the walls of the space, legs trembling and spread apart, with her bodily fluids leaking out.
If anyone were to see her now, nobody would perceive her as the dignified woman who used to appear in public.
As she exits her bliss and enters reality, getting up unsteadily, she promptly takes a shower to wash away soap and fluids from her body.
Kushina, unclothed, swiftly emerges from the onsen and returns to the basement.
Grabbing a towel to dry off, she couldn't resist glancing at her reflection in the mirror while securing the towel around her damp hair.
Looking for any stray unwanted fat, she rotates her body while pinching her backside, finding nothing to grumble about, "You've still got Kushina," chuckling at her silly joke.
As she opens the wardrobe, she swiftly selects a short green robe in the kimono style. Without putting on any underwear, she swiftly puts on the robe.
It was a snug fit; she hadn't really changed her sleepwear in several years, and she had become a bit fuller in the bust.
From approximately the upper C cup at Naruto's birth to nearly D cup now.
Because of a bust size increase, the already short robe barely covered her upper thighs. Upon entering her bedroom, she swiftly throws herself onto the bed, with sleep soon enveloping her.
On a bright day in Konoha, she could hear the sounds of drums and instruments all around.
A large audience had assembled in front of Hokage Tower, as it was the formal event for the new Hokage's inauguration.
Kushina was positioned at the tower's peak. She found herself amidst the council's elders, the Sandaime Hokage, and, naturally, her spouse, Yondaime Hokage Minato Namikaze.
As she approaches the podium, scanning a spirited audience that erupted in cheers at her arrival, "As the Godaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato, I will fulfill my duties to the best of my capabilities."
"I will not yield to the interests of Konoha." I will guide the Village towards prosperity and vow in the name of the Will of Fire that—"