Konoha: The Gu Master Creates the Hokage

Samui's home is near the royal palace.

It is a residential area specifically designated for Jonin, and the buildings are mostly two-story structures.

Is your brother home?

Suddenly, Yu Nuzhihui thought of something.

"No."

Samui shook his head and explained, "Azii spends most of his time living in the ninja unit's dormitory and comes back once a week."

"Are Mabui and Yukito living next door?"

Oil Girl Zhihui glanced at it and asked.

"Ah."

Samui stepped forward, opened the door, and said, "Please go first."

"Need not."

Yu Nuzhihui refused to speak.

Samui didn't insist; she bent down slightly and took off her high heels.

The bodycon skirt accentuated her full curves as she moved.

Oil Girl Zhihui openly and honestly appreciates it.

Samui noticed his gaze and understood why he had been so deferential just now.

Her face flushed slightly. She put down her high heels, her black-stockinged feet touched the carpet, and she squatted down.

"Thank you."

Oil Girl Zhihui raised an eyebrow and then lifted her foot.

Samui helped him take off his shoes.

"I'm going to the kitchen."

Oil Girl Zhihui glanced around and then went into the kitchen.

Samui instinctively followed him and stopped at the door.

She watched for a while, then a look of surprise appeared on her face.

She noticed that Zhihui, the oil-producing woman, was very skilled, which clearly indicated that she cooked frequently.

But how is this possible?

In this feudal-era ninja world, the most traditional ideology is that of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Samui naturally assumed that Yu Nu Zhihui was incapable of doing housework.

Moreover, he was both the Hokage and the Emperor.

This is not in line with his status.

He's truly an extraordinary man.

Perhaps her choice was right.

Samui bit his lip.

Half an hour later, the two dishes were freshly cooked.

Twice-cooked pork and shredded pork with green peppers.

"Taste it."

Oil Girl Zhihui picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed them to her.

"Thank you."

Samui was somewhat flattered.

She looked at the two unknown dishes, picked up a slice of meat, and threw it into her mouth.

"It has a rather peculiar taste."

After swallowing, Samui truthfully said, "But it tastes good."

"You'll get used to it."

Oil Girl Zhihui smiled and said, "There will be many more opportunities to eat it in the future."

Samui paused slightly, not quite understanding what he meant.

But she didn't ask any more questions and ate her meal in silence.

Dinner is over.

Samui felt his heart beating very fast.

She is about to experience the most important moment of her life.

"I...I'm going to take a shower."

Samui stood up, his voice trembling slightly.

"Go back to your room and wait for me after you've finished showering."

Yu Nu Zhihui licked his lips and said.

"Ah."

Samui said, his face flushed.

An hour later, Zhihui washed the dishes, took a shower, and then went to her room.

He pushed open the door and was slightly taken aback, because Samui was still wearing a business suit.

Why didn't you change your clothes?

"Issue Girl Zhihui asked with some curiosity."

"I think the Hokage will like this set."

"Samui said, head down."

"I do like it."

Oil Girl Zhihui walked up to her and extended her hand.

The button was unbuttoned.

Her snow-white skin was gradually revealed to him.

Like Tsunade, Samui has a voluptuous figure that is mature and sexy.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Oil Girl Zhihui openly and honestly appreciates it.

Samui blushed and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

This action not only did not detract from the aesthetic appeal, but actually added to its allure.

Oil Girl Zhihui lowered his head and kissed those luscious red lips.

Samui's breath hitched, and he stepped forward to greet her.

Oil Girl Zhihui stepped forward slightly and collapsed onto her.

The thick fat cushioning pad completely relieved the weight.

Samui's face became extremely hot.

Her heart was a jumble of shyness and anticipation.

She groaned softly when she saw her pencil skirt fall to the ground, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Her black-stockinged legs tensed instinctively, like an octopus, and she stretched out her arms to hug Yu Nu Zhi Hui tightly.

"How about it? Do you need me to use medical ninjutsu?"

Yu Nu Zhihui gently touched her golden hair.

"No... no need."

Samui frowned and shook his head as he spoke.

She was actually a very traditional ninja, and in this situation, she didn't want to rely on medical ninjutsu.

Seeing this, You Nuzhihui didn't say anything more.

The moonlight outside the window shone through a layer of gauze and fell on the overlapping shadows.

As a sixth-level Gu Immortal, Aburame Zhihui's control has reached its peak.

After a while, Samui recovered.

She bit her red lips tightly, beads of sweat glistening on her fair skin, which was rosy and gave her an indescribable allure.

Suddenly, an idea struck Zhihui, the oil-producing woman.

He noticed someone approaching; it was Mabui.

But he didn't care, since he was in a state of high spirits.

Aburame Zhihui reached out, embraced Samui, and picked her up.

"H... Lord Hokage..."

Samui was already in a daze.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was completely devoid of her usual aloofness, occasionally uttering incoherent ramblings.

……

Ten minutes ago.

Mabui opened her eyes.

She couldn't sleep at all because of her conversation with Samui during the day.

She didn't know how to treat Yu Nu Zhihui.