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The group entered the mansion and went into the reception room, where Hiruzen Sarutobi then began to make introductions.

"Fugaku, this is Lord Su Hui, the most distinguished guest in the village."

The introduction to Hiruzen Sarutobi is concise and to the point.

Upon hearing this, Fugaku frowned almost imperceptibly.

The most distinguished guest?

What is the background of this young man who can get the Third Hokage to accompany him personally?

Su Hui ignored his speculations and simply looked at him calmly.

The moment their eyes met, Fugaku suddenly felt an irresistible torrent of will rush into his mind. Before he could even activate his Sharingan, which he was so proud of, his mental defenses were instantly overwhelmed.

That will was domineering and vast, like a divine decree, and the seed of loyalty imprinted an absolute mark of loyalty deep within his soul.

Fugaku's body trembled, and in an instant, the scrutiny, wariness, and arrogance in his eyes vanished, replaced by the same fanaticism and worship as Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"Uchiha Fugaku pays his respects to my lord!"

He knelt on one knee, his forehead bowed deeply, his posture a hundred times more humble than when facing the Hokage.

"Get up."

Su Hui's voice rang out calmly, "From today onwards, I will stay here temporarily. These two are my companions; please make arrangements for them."

"Yes, my lord!"

Fugaku responded respectfully.

Upon seeing this, Hiruzen Sarutobi bowed and said, "My lord, if there are no other instructions, I will go and handle the affairs of the Five Kage Summit."

Su Hui, having taken control of Fu Yue, no longer wanted to keep him and waved for him to leave.

Instead, he instructed Fugaku to have the other party summon his wife.

Upon hearing this, Fugaku first led Su Hui and the other two into the main hall, then immediately turned and instructed his servants:

"Go and invite the lady here."

Soon, a soft sound of footsteps came from outside the door, growing louder as it approached.

With the sound of the wooden sliding door gently sliding open, a beautiful woman dressed in a plain white kimono adorned with pale purple patterns walked in with small, delicate steps.

She was tall and slender with a full and voluptuous figure, not with the immaturity of a young girl, but with the rounded charm of a ripe fruit.

The wide kimono sash cinched her incredibly slender waist, further accentuating the breathtaking curves of her chest and the full, rounded hips encased in the kimono.

As she walked gracefully towards us, the swaying of her clothes exuded a unique charm of mature womanhood, like a fine vintage wine, subtly permeating the air.

She had long, smooth, jet-black hair, loosely tied back with a simple hairpin, with a few playful strands falling across her smooth forehead and fair neck. She had an oval face with delicate and beautiful features, especially her dark, jade-like eyes, which were gentle and warm, seemingly capable of resolving all worldly conflicts.

Her gentle and virtuous temperament was like the warmest breeze in spring, causing even the usually resentful Kurenai Yuhi to pause slightly in surprise.

This is Uchiha Mikoto, Fugaku's wife, a woman who perfectly blends the gentleness of a Yamato Nadeshiko with the beauty of the Uchiha bloodline.

"Husband, you wanted to see me?"

Mikoto's voice was soft and pleasant. She walked into the main hall, and her gaze naturally fell on her husband first. But the next second, the gentle smile on her face froze.

She saw her husband, the head of a clan, standing humbly behind a strange young man, his posture so unapproachable that she felt like a stranger.

The young man was sitting arrogantly in the seat that should have belonged to Fugaku, his deep eyes scrutinizing her with great interest. His gaze was extremely aggressive, lingering unabashedly on the most alluring curves of her body.

"Mikoto,"

Fugaku's voice was calm, yet it contained an unyielding command: "This is Lord Su Hui, the most honored guest of our Uchiha clan, and indeed the entire Hidden Leaf Village. From today onward, you are responsible for entertaining Lord Su Hui and fulfilling all his requests."

"Yes, my husband."

Mikoto nodded obediently, a polite smile on her face.

As the clan chief's wife, it was her duty to entertain distinguished guests.

however,

Fugaku's next words, however, caused the smile on her face to freeze instantly.

"...including serving Lord Su Hui in bed at night."

Mikoto suddenly looked up, staring at her husband in disbelief.

She thought she had misheard. Her gentle eyes were filled with shock.

"Fugaku-kun... what... what are you saying?"

Her voice was trembling.

Fugaku avoided her gaze and repeated expressionlessly, "This is an order, Mikoto. It is your honor to serve Lord Suhui."

"No!"

Mikoto Uchiha instantly became alert, instinctively retreating and tensing her body into a defensive stance.

After glancing at Fugaku's furrowed brows, she turned her gaze to Su Hui, her gentle eyes turning sharp: "What happened? Did you use some kind of ninjutsu?"

Mikoto Uchiha sensed something was wrong and was about to send a signal to call for someone to investigate.

But how could Su Hui let her do that? Before she could make a move, Su Hui raised his hand and silently channeled a Seed of Loyalty into her soul.

Mikoto Uchiha's body froze on the spot.

The resistance, anger, and humiliation in her eyes faded and disappeared quickly, like a painting burned by a raging fire.

Her love for her husband and her sense of responsibility to her family were instantly overshadowed by a more primal and profound emotion.

Her body went limp, her eyes gradually became hazy, and finally transformed into a pure, unadulterated infatuation and worship.

"...Yes, Master."

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice soft and submissive, and slowly knelt on the tatami, lowering her noble head.

Rin Nohara and Kurenai Yuhi, who were standing nearby, were completely stunned.

They couldn't understand why the proud Uchiha clan leader and his wife would submit so easily.

Su Hui ignored them and simply beckoned to Mikoto with his finger.

"come over."

Mikoto immediately crawled to Su Hui's side like a docile kitten.

Su Hui took the opportunity to sit in the main seat, pulled her into his arms, and made her sit sideways on his lap.

"Well……"

Mikoto let out a soft, charming moan, her body pressed tightly against Su Hui, feeling his strong, powerful arms and burning body temperature, two intoxicating blushes appearing on her face.

Su Hui's hands unceremoniously encircled her slender waist, while his other hand slipped inside the wide neckline of her kimono, grasping her astonishingly soft and voluptuous breasts and kneading them wantonly.

"Hmm~"

Mikoto let out a suppressed moan, her body going limp like a pool of spring water, clinging to Su Hui.

Meanwhile, Fugaku Uchiha, who should have been the master of this house and this woman, stood aside, watching this scene with a calm expression.

There was no anger or jealousy in his eyes, only satisfaction at his "master" enjoying his "tribute".

This scene completely shattered the worldviews of Kurenai Yuhi and Rin Nohara.

"What...what exactly is going on..."

Kurenai's voice trembled.

They stared in horror at the absurd scene before them: a husband watching his wife enjoy pleasure in another man's arms, and acting as if it were perfectly normal!

Upon hearing this, Su Hui turned to them, smiling and waving.

"You two, come over here too."

The two women froze, instinctively wanting to back away.

But the next second, they felt an irresistible force envelop them, and then the same Seed of Loyalty merged into their souls.

The fear and resistance in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by the same obedience and infatuation as Mikoto.

"Owner."

Two shy girls walked up to Su Hui and nestled affectionately against him, one on each side.

With a beautiful and mature woman nestled in his arms, Su Hui turned his gaze to Fu Yue, who stood respectfully to the side, and began to inquire about important matters.

"Fugaku, tell me about your Uchiha clan..."

Upon hearing this, Fugaku revealed all the secrets of the Uchiha clan without reservation.

From the ordinary Sharingan to the Mangekyou Sharingan, and then to the legendary Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, as well as the contents of the stone tablet at the Naka Shrine, everything is explained in detail.

Su Hui's hand slowly moved upwards from the hem of Mikoto's kimono thigh, feeling its amazing smoothness and elasticity.

Under his caresses, Mikoto's body trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid, but she could only endure it, burying her face in Su Hui's chest and letting out soft sobs.

While listening to Fugaku's narration, Su Hui enjoyed the services of the beautiful woman in his arms and the two young girls.

The conversation continued until evening.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the mansion.

He was a boy who looked no more than seven or eight years old. He was wearing a dark short shirt of the Uchiha clan and had short black hair. However, his expression was not as innocent as that of his peers. Instead, he had a composure and precociousness that did not match his age.

He was Itachi Uchiha, the eldest son of Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto Uchiha, and was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Uchiha clan.

"Father, Mother, I'm back."

Itachi bowed respectfully to Fugaku and Mikoto.

When he looked up and saw the scene around the dining table, a barely perceptible hint of doubt flashed in his clear, dark eyes.

The long dining table was laden with sumptuous dishes, yet the atmosphere felt somewhat strange.

Su Hui sat in the main seat as a matter of course. To his left was Uchiha Mikoto, who was obediently serving him food, and to his right were Yuhi Kurenai and Nohara Rin, who were equally attentive to him.

What puzzled him most was that his father, who was always dignified and acted as the head of the family, was standing beside that man with a respectful expression, as if he were a subordinate.

"Itachi, come here."

Before he could think any further, Fugaku spoke up, his tone serious, "This is Lord Su Hui. He is a distinguished guest of the village, and I have already asked him to be your teacher from now on. Come and pay your respects to Teacher Su Hui."

teacher?

Itachi was filled with even greater confusion.

He was already the top student at the Ninja Academy, and his father often personally guided him. Why would a teacher he had never heard of suddenly appear?

Despite his confusion, his good upbringing led him to step forward and bow deeply to Su Hui: "Teacher Su Hui."

"Well, sit down."

Su Hui's gaze swept over Itachi, as if he were examining an interesting collectible. "Good potential, a promising talent."

Dinner begins.

Itachi sat down next to Fugaku and began to eat in silence.

But he found it very strange.

Both Fugaku and Mikoto showed extraordinary enthusiasm for Su Hui, especially his mother, Mikoto.

"Lord Su Hui, please try this. I made it especially for you."

Mikoto picked up a piece of tempura and put it into Su Hui's bowl, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush, her eyes full of flattery and admiration.

Especially since even her mother had never been so considerate to her father, who exactly is this teacher Su Hui?

The warmth and ingratiation in her eyes were something Itachi had never seen before.

For a time,

Itachi Uchiha was extremely curious about Su Hui.

What he couldn't see was that, hidden beneath the large tablecloth, a completely different scene was unfolding.

There, Su Hui's large hand had already slipped under the wide hem of Mikoto's kimono, wantonly roaming and kneading her smooth thighs.

Mikoto's body trembled slightly from time to time, her legs instinctively coming together, only to be easily separated by that domineering hand, which penetrated deep into her inner thighs and caressed them wantonly.

Meanwhile, Mikoto's own hand quietly rested on Su Hui's leg, her fingers gently circling around his genitals, bringing waves of tingling stimulation.