Konoha: The Gu Master Creates the Hokage

Zhihui smiled and patted her bodycon skirt.

Samui became even more nervous, and even the massage became inconsistent in its pressure, sometimes too strong and sometimes too weak, which seemed unprofessional.

Do you think I should punish you?

Aburame Shiki released her, lay down on the Hokage chair, and just looked at her.

Her face was rosy, like a ripe peach.

The white shirt collar was wide open, revealing wrinkles and a hint of its white, smooth surface.

"..."

Samui pursed his lips, frozen in place, unsure of what to say.

"It seems that punishment is indeed warranted."

Oil Girl Zhihui grabbed her hand and pulled her sharply.

Samui instinctively bumped into him.

Fortunately, being a ninja, she reacted quickly and grabbed the armrests of the seat before she hit them.

Oil Girl Zhihui's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Who turned on their high beams?

What punishment do you want?

You Nu Zhihui pinched her chin, his gaze falling on her soft lips.

Samui found her forward-leaning posture very awkward, but she didn't dare to leave.

Upon hearing Yu Nu Zhihui's question again, she sighed inwardly and closed her eyes resignedly.

Oil Girl Zhihui patted her arm and then hugged her.

Samui's body went limp, and she leaned against him, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.

In her dazed state, an idea suddenly popped into her mind.

This feeling was nice and made her feel very comfortable.

Samui breathed in the fresh air, feeling dizzy from her first kiss.

You Nu Zhihui did not push his luck any further and quietly held her in his arms.

Her body was full and had a wonderful feel, like the finest cushion.

Only Tsunade and Hinata Hyuga can compare to her.

Yu Nuzhihui's gaze shifted downwards, and he could see the white shirt swaying gently with her breathing.

The enticing aroma, in addition, made him somewhat restless.

Samui let out an "Ah!" and suddenly left his embrace, taking two steps back.

"Feel sorry."

Oil Girl Zhihui said without changing her expression, "It would be too strange for me to remain calm if I could still do so with such a great beauty as you."

"..."

Samui glanced at him, his pupils contracting slightly.

She quickly looked away, her plump, slender legs in black stockings instinctively pressed together, her heart pounding more fiercely than ever before.

"That's it for today."

Aburame Shiki smiled and said, "Remember to have Mabui come over tomorrow."

"Yes."

Samui secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"See you tomorrow."

Aburame Shiki used the Immortal Travel Technique to return to the rear palace.

To his surprise, Tsunade was not there.

Were you busy with your novel and movie?

Fortunately, Jingyin has already gone home.

As Zhihui looked at her slender figure, he walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind.

Just as Shizune was about to speak, she suddenly realized that he was robbing someone with a weapon.

Soon, her black-stockinged feet were lifted off the ground.

"asshole!"

Shizune opened her mouth, then came to her senses and said, "The food... the food isn't ready yet."

"Not urgent."

"Let's burn some calories first so we can eat more later," said Zhihui, the oil-loving woman, in a serious tone.

The Hokage's Secretary's Office.

The new location is still next to the Hokage's office.

While Shiki was doing weightlifting exercises, Samui pushed open the door and walked into the office.

"Why did it take you so long? Did he give you any trouble?"

Mabui came to greet her, her little face full of concern.

"No."

Samui shook his head.

For some reason, she didn't feel much resistance.

"Is something wrong that's kept you waiting so long?"

Mabui observed her expression and asked.

"there is."

Samui looked at her dark skin and said, "The Hokage wants you to come over tomorrow."

"Wha...what?"

Mabui was startled and his face paled.

"It's no use trying to outsmart the Hokage."

Samui sighed.

"Then...what should we do?"

Mabui instinctively grabbed her hand and asked.

Although she was the most intelligent secretary in Kumogakure, she lost her composure and appeared flustered when facing Aburame Shiki.

"don’t worry."

Samui reassured her, "The Hokage won't do anything."

Just now, she thought that Yu Nu Zhihui would achieve his goal in one step, but he didn't.

This earned her a lot of goodwill.

And even if they want to take advantage, they'll find a reason.

If it weren't for the grudge, she would have been willing.

But how long can this grudge last as time goes by?

Samui didn't know either.

"really?"

Mabui was still worried.

"At most, there will be some minor punishments."

Samui hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "As long as you listen to me, nothing will happen."

"A small punishment?"

Mabui subconsciously bit her lip and asked, "What is it?"

"..."

Samui looked away, suppressing his racing heart, and said, "Perhaps it's a massage."

Mabui was slightly taken aback.

Just a massage?

It seems to be a minor punishment.

"Let's go home."

Samui changed the subject.

"Ah."

Although Mabui was uneasy, there was no point in saying anything now; she could only wait and see what happened tomorrow.

Night falls.

Tsunade returned home at a leisurely pace.

After discussing it with Zhihui, the oil worker, today, she started recruiting.

Because her department is quite special, she didn't recruit ninjas, but instead hired novelists and film and television directors, etc.

Given her status and the reputation of Yu Nu Zhihui, she easily assembled the team.

The reason she came back so late was because she was writing a script.

Tsunade opened the door and couldn't help but purse her lips.

She heard the sound of silence.