Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

There was no panic or shock. The Ibis looked at him with disgust, just like looking at something dirty and disgusting.

"Tsk." She smacked her lips.

But that's where the fun lies: with a look of disgust on her face, she served the boy with the most humble behavior.

Serve tea, pour water, feed snacks...

Rub shoulders, beat backs, pinch thighs...

She hated the boy's character, but she also admired his abilities.

These government affairs that had troubled her for a long time were only glanced over by him with a few strokes, but they were not scribbled, and his comments were impeccable.

That was who knows how many days ago. It was a bit ironic that Menma, who set out later, arrived at his destination faster than Naruko and the others who set out earlier.

That night, Zhu Lu's assassination attempt on Hong Ming failed, and he returned to his dormitory as usual.

He took off his armor and clothes and was about to go wash up.

It was then that she felt the cold touch of a kunai against her waist.

"The king is actually a woman dressed as a man? It's really surprising."

"who is it?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that I am someone who can help you get revenge."

Human beings are social animals that are easy to tame and enslave; force and benefits can make them submit.

What Menma wants to do is to humiliate her body, destroy her spirit, and train this usually high and mighty princess (queen) into an obedient tool.

What happened after that is something Zhu Lu does not want to recall no matter what, but it is also a memory that she cannot forget and is deeply engraved in her soul.

She had never been subjected to such cruel abuse, which was a double torture of body and mind:

The experience of being suffocated by having the throat strangled: unable to scream, that is absolute power (red-haired form), unable to resist.

Liver-blasting beating experience: The dense nerves transmitted the pain to the brain, making her experience a heart-wrenching pain she had never experienced before.

Bending over, kneeling on the ground, and hunching her body, the severe pain had made her unable to think, but her brain was still clear.

He wanted to scream, but just as he opened his mouth, something white cloth was stuffed into his mouth.

A strong and familiar smell hit her nose, allowing her to recognize that these were her own socks.

Shame, anger, humiliation, at this moment, she even had thoughts of dying.

But this is not over yet, the torture continues, and Menmahjong will continue to break her mental bottom line, just like expanding a small hole.

Using this behavior allows her to constantly experience the "first time" and constantly remember the "first time".

The next few days were filled with this kind of torture: dislocating an arm or a leg, then reattaching it, over and over again.

Or is it......

Her arms were lifted high, revealing her charming armpits, and her ankles were fixed with iron rings. Only the thin dress just covered her body.

The feather slides along the armpit and along the edge of the ribs as if gently scratching the tip of the heart, and the brush presses against the trembling soles of the feet, wandering around and grinding between each toe.

These were the boy's mocking words: "Ah! You're still gritting your teeth and holding on! Even though you're shaking like this, you still won't beg for mercy?"

The fingers slid across the red and tender soles of the feet that were like flower petals, and the fingertips followed the soft wrinkles of the soles of the feet, feeling the sticky texture of the sweat. The itchy feeling made each toe spread out and tense.

Of course, there is always a limit to this torture.

Humans are very habitual and can quickly get used to this kind of pain and endure it.

The right way is to overcome it as quickly as possible.

So, the "stick" ended and the "sweet dates" began.

Menma offered this temptation to her, who was exhausted both physically and mentally: he would help her get revenge and she would become his slave.

So, they became like this.

Master & Slave.

This is how the current situation has come about.

However, this is what Zhu Lu really thinks: since he is powerless to resist, he will just submit to him for the time being, use his power to help him get revenge, and then find an opportunity to kill this bastard.

But so what?

This was exactly what Menma had thought of a long time ago, and this was also the result he wanted.

The next day, the girl with twin ponytails was walking down the street, looking absent-minded and confused.

She doesn't have the ability to handle any situation with ease like Golden Flash.

She has added too much burden to herself.

She was still blaming herself for what happened last night.

Failed to protect my companions...

No victory over the enemy...

It seems that only being busy can alleviate this guilt, even if this busyness is useless.

Suddenly, she covered her chest and her breathing became rapid.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much...

No, if I faint here...

At that moment, she thought of the plot in the book, where the body was picked up by a wretched guy and taken home to be used to do dirty things.

She suddenly lost consciousness, darkness filled her vision, and she lost control of her body.

I gradually regained consciousness and opened my eyes. What I saw were the tiles on the roof and an umbrella that just barely blocked out the sun.

He regained full consciousness, rubbed his eyes, and saw the familiar figure of a young man sitting next to him, concentrating on the book in his hands.

"Menma, it's you! Why are you here?!"

"Assisting you in completing this mission, this is my mission."

When she saw the person she had been thinking about day and night, Mingzi threw away all her worries and disguises and was in a good mood.

He always shows up when I need help the most...

Of course, I still like him...

Keep your legs together, put your arms on your legs, and rest your head on your arms.

The girl sat in a cute posture, gazing sideways at the person she liked.

"Hey, Menma! Go on a date with me later?"

As if she had guessed that Menma would use Satsuki as an excuse, she added, "Don't worry! Satsuki won't know."

I couldn't believe that such a "third party" statement, knowing that someone else had a lover but still trying to interfere, would come from Naruko's mouth.

Facing Miss Naruko's expectant gaze, Menma directly rejected her: "No, I have other things to do."

Perfunctory, reluctant...

The boy walked away without any hesitation, leaving Miss Mingzi, who was worried and anxious, standing there.

Before leaving, he reminded everyone, "By the way, don't let anyone know that I'm here. I'm still a criminal."

He's really good at breaking girls' hearts.

During the day, Zhu Lu changed into his brother's old attire again and summoned Chishima as the king.

Chishima bowed politely, and then saw the blond boy standing in the room, and couldn't help but feel confused.

No forehead protector, no ninja vest, but it's a ninja outfit...

She's obviously a kid, but she's totally different from Naruko and the others, she looks so fierce...

"Excuse me, who is this......"

Chidao asked the question cautiously.

The blond boy, who was staring at him with his arms folded, said, "Stand up, don't kneel."

Understatement, intimidation without anger...

Chishima, who usually was a bureaucrat and was superior to others, actually obeyed his order and stood up, while answering, "Yes."

Even he himself found it incredible.

At this time, Uzumaki Menma began to introduce himself very spiritedly: "I am Menma Uzumaki, a Konoha ninja, and I am here to guide you."

"If you have any questions, you can ask me and I will tell you kindly."

"Now, please introduce yourself! Tell us your name and identity! Please, start!"

Finished.

At this moment, Qiandao was overwhelmed by the powerful aura he had never seen before, and was at a loss for a moment.

"Y-yes, Uzumaki-san Menma..."

The voice trembled.

"It's too weak. I can't hear anything at all." Menma interrupted.

"Yes, yes! Uzumaki Menma-san! I am Shirasagi-sama's retainer, Chishima!"

At this moment, Qiandao was like an elementary school student being scolded by his teacher. He did whatever the boy said. Even though his king was right beside him, he had no awareness of this.

Or...

The young man's aura has overshadowed the monarch's insignificant presence.

The boy's aura awakened the weakness in his heart.

Until Miss Ibis spoke: "Sit down."

Chidao then realized his mistake, apologized, and politely took a seat, and the boy did the same.

Is there any necessary reason for Menma's behavior?

Just like training a dog, the hierarchy should be established from the very beginning, is that right?

Wrong, it's not that complicated.

Play, just play, just fiddle and have fun.

There is nothing strange about this. Menma is only 12 years old now and has just graduated from the Ninja School five months ago.

If we calculate by age, Menma hasn't had his birthday yet!

Next, let’s get to the main topic of this meeting: how to deal with Meng Zong.

"If you want to suggest that someone is not suitable for a certain position, first, the first step is to express your full support."

"why?"

Facing Chishima's doubts, Menma patiently answered: "You don't want to leave a record of saying bad things about him, right? You have to appear like his friend."

"In the final analysis, you have to get behind the other person before you can stab him in the back."

Qiandao thought for a while and retorted: "But Lord Mengzong is a good man, highly respected, and capable..."

Menma interrupted him and said, "Great, that brings us to step two."

"You list all his good qualities, especially those that make him incompetent, and exaggerate them to the point of overdoing it. That's step three."

"It's better if you flatten his views and label them, as you just said."

Qiandao was confused by the official knowledge he had never encountered before. He was thinking: labels, labels, labels...

"Highly respected?" he blurted out.

"Yes." Menma acknowledged his words and continued, "But I think we can do better. Doesn't he often go to the temple?"

"Of course, Master Meng Zong is a great monk."

"That's great. Let's use this to hit him."

Menma's words were full of emotion, but they sounded more like sarcasm: "What a nice guy! He has never made an enemy in his life, but can he really handle those vicious bastards?"

"Lord Meng Zong is also very tough."