Konoha: The Gu Master Creates the Hokage

Mabui answered quite skillfully.

"Samui."

Konan looked at the voluptuous Samui and said, "Finish compiling the ninja list as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Samui closed the door.

She sat in the chair, her bodycon skirt bunching up around her, revealing her full curves.

After the five great villages submitted, theoretically all ninjas belonged to Konoha.

Her task was to compile a roster.

Although simple, it is very complicated.

Especially since it was her first time being a secretary, there was a lot she wasn't familiar with.

But there is no way.

For the sake of the many ninjas of Kumogakure, she had to do it, and she had to do it to the best of her ability.

The oil-producing woman, Zhihui, left a deep psychological scar on her mind.

She didn't want that tragic scene to repeat itself.

After the sun reached its highest point outside the window, it gradually set, eventually turning into a fiery sunset.

Silent stood up and stretched.

She was busy from morning till night, which left her exhausted.

That bad guy is so carefree.

Silent hum.

Going to pick up Tsunade naturally doesn't require taking a day off.

She doesn't need to think to know what the two of them do at home.

I have to say... she was quite envious.

With that thought in mind, Shizune couldn't wait to leave the office.

On the main street of Konoha.

The villagers were still excited and thrilled, discussing everywhere the great victory that Konoha Village had won.

Silently listening to their exaggerated chatter, she couldn't help but smile knowingly.

When she arrived at the Senju residence, she took out her key from her pocket and was about to open the door when she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself, "No way? Is he really that bold?"

Jingyin leaned forward, pressed her ear against the door, and the sound became clearer.

Her face flushed red at a visible speed.

A crunch.

The door opens automatically.

Silent was startled.

She looked up and was greeted by Aburame Shiki's wicked grin and Tsunade's flushed face and alluring eyes.

Because she was so engrossed in her work, she didn't notice the silence.

Or perhaps they discovered it but simply ignored it.

Shizune watched Tsunade wriggle like an octopus, and her body went limp, freezing in place.

"Close the door."

"Issue woman Zhihui said very calmly."

"Oh oh."

The silence is like waking from a dream.

She went into the entryway and locked the door.

"Welcome home."

Aburame Shiki wrapped his arms around Tsunade's waist and said casually.

"..."

Shizune opened her mouth, then managed to utter two words, "Thank you."

"Sister Shizune, you're so cute."

Yu Nu Zhihui immediately burst into laughter.

Jingyin paused for a moment, then glared at him angrily.

She took a deep breath and bent down to change her shoes.

The oil-producing woman, Zhihui, openly sized her up.

The woman's suit was teetering on the verge of falling due to gravity.

Her long, slender legs were taut, and her black stockings gleamed under the light.

Jingyin slightly lifted her foot, and her black silk-clad feet slipped out of her high heels.

Oil Girl Zhihui's spirits lifted upon seeing this.

Tsunade frowned immediately, and unconsciously tightened her grip, leaving shallow finger marks on his back.

"That's enough for you two!"

Hearing the sudden increase in volume, Shizune finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Shizune... Shizune."

Tsunade turned her head, smiled charmingly, and asked, "Are you envious?"

"I don't!"

She answered silently and instinctively.

"is it?"

Tsunade licked her lips and kissed Aburame Shiki.

When she's in a high state, she's much bolder than usual.

"..."

Silent bit her lip.

She was indeed envious, envious that she could tolerate everything about that bad guy.

"I...I'll go cook!"

Jingyin placed her high heels on the shoe cabinet and prepared to go to the kitchen.

I'll cook tonight.

Yu Nu Zhihui grabbed her wrist and said.

"How...how are you going to cook?"

Shizune could sense Tsunade's heightened emotions at that moment.

Her body was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"Why not?"

"Oil Girl Zhihui asked in return."

"..."

Silent was speechless.

what are you saying?

Do you really think that mischievous Tsunade would let Anxin cook for you?

"Help me."

Aburame Shiki patted Tsunade.

She slightly raised her shapely legs, her arches taut and closed, trying not to interfere with his cooking.

"How...how can I help you?"

Shizune stared blankly at him.

"More accurately, it's helping the teacher."

"It's oil-loving Zhihui," he said with a smile.

"You pervert!"

Silently, she realized what was happening and blurted it out.

"hurry up."

Oil-producing woman Zhihui walked slowly and deliberately towards the kitchen.

Silent looked on incredulously.

She parted her red lips slightly, took a breath, and then came to her senses and followed him.

In the kitchen.

With her hands free, You Nu Zhihui stood not far from the stove, channeling her inner energy, and began to cook.

The reason for keeping a distance is to avoid the impact of cooking fumes.

Shizune stood beside him, helping to support Tsunade.

She pursed her lips, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Up close, she could see the changes in Tsunade's rounded toes.