I, the stepfather of the ninja world!

She wore a pair of black cropped pants, revealing part of her calves and delicate ankles.

She was wearing a pair of black low-heeled ninja sandals. The arch of her foot was smooth and white, with a few thin blue veins faintly visible; her toes were painted with bright pink nail polish.

Kimura's mind moved slightly, he glanced at the little slug beside him, and did not dare to move.

Although Tsunade is not sober now, if he dares to disobey the rules, it will be difficult for him to have a peaceful ending like he did with Kushina the day before yesterday.

After all, Tsunade knew his medical level very well, and he could no longer take advantage of her under the guise of a medical checkup. Moreover, Tsunade's temper was even more explosive than Kushina's, and she would definitely not tolerate it if she detected any ill intentions.

Kimura thought for a moment but didn't dare to take any action.

It's such a pity to watch such a beautiful woman get drunk without being able to show any care!

Kimura sighed, sat down next to Tsunade, and cast his gaze towards the vase in the distance, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

The little slug was secretly satisfied that Aye had a plan in mind and did not do anything to embarrass her.

The living room fell into silence, with only Tsunade's soft snoring to be heard.

Kimura was silently admiring the patterns on the vase, but before he could finish, there was a sudden noise beside him.

Tsunade was sleeping soundly, but suddenly she leaned forward, made a groan, and started to vomit.

A pungent smell spread instantly.

Kimura was quick to move the trash can next to the coffee table in front of Tsunade. He put his right hand under her armpit, supported her back, and put her in a suitable position for her to vomit into the trash can.

At the same time, Kimura's left hand was not idle either, pulling out a bunch of napkins and wiping the dirt off the glass coffee table. As for the vomit on the carpet, it couldn't be cleaned up easily, so he could only deal with it simply and change it later.

Kimura quickly finished cleaning, and when he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that he had bumped into Tsunade! No one could find fault with it!

Kimura suppressed his excitement and did not mind the pungent smell of Tsunade's vomit. He patted her back gently to help her calm down.

After Tsunade finished vomiting, Kimura took out a few napkins, put his hand on her lips, and patiently and carefully wiped the stain for her.

Although there was a tissue between us, the delicate touch still continued to flow from my fingertips, touching my heartstrings.

Kimura was secretly delighted, this was the closest he and his master had ever been!

The little slug watched coldly and sighed secretly. She couldn't blame Kimura for what he was doing at this moment. That thin piece of tissue almost gave Kimura unlimited power, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with Tsunade's face.

Tsunade, after all, could not escape Kimura's covetousness.

Sure enough, her rising gambling luck paid the price once again.

Today, she is destined to be touched by Kimura!

Volume 172: Swimming into the Red Sea of ​​Bonds: The peach blossom luck is delivered to you!

All gifts given by fate have already been marked with a secret price.

Tsunade finally won the bet, but was met by Kimura when she was caught off guard.

She vomited happily and snuggled into Kimura's broad chest, not realizing at all about her apprentice's ambitions.

Kimura leaned on the sofa, glanced at the master in his arms, then looked at the little slug on the coffee table. His innocent face seemed to say - You saw it all, I didn't do this on purpose, it was the master who took the initiative to throw himself into my arms!

The little slug understood Kimura's pride, moved its tentacles, and said nothing. Perhaps, this was destined. Tsunade's gambling luck turned into Kimura's luck in love.

……

The strong smell of alcohol is really unpleasant.

However, Tsunade not only smelled of alcohol, but also her faint body fragrance and a hint of perfume.

Several flavors mixed into an indescribable smell that is intoxicating.

After sniffing a few times, Kimura felt a little dizzy and his hands began to move unconsciously from Tsunade's back to her slender waist.

However, before he could enjoy it, Jingyin came over with a bowl of sobering soup.

Suddenly seeing the intimacy between the master and the disciple, Jingyin was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "Aye, this is..."

Kimura coughed lightly and explained innocently: "After Master vomited, he jumped directly into my arms. The slug can testify to this!"

The little slug moved its antennae reluctantly.

Shizune nodded and walked over to sit next to Tsunade, wanting to feed her some hangover soup, but unfortunately, she couldn't find a suitable position.

"Let me do it!"

Kimura said as he took the bowl from Shizune's hand, then put his arm around Tsunade's soft shoulders, straightened her body, and handed the bowl to her mouth.

Tsunade's mind was a mess, so she naturally wouldn't open her mouth obediently.

Kimura had no choice but to stretch out his fingers, press on her two thin lips, gently separate them, then put the edge of the bowl to her lips, and using the tilted angle, slowly pour the sobering soup into her.

Wait until the last drop of soup flows into your mouth and you're done.

Kimura put down the bowl and said with a smile, "She has already vomited and drank the hangover soup, so she should be fine. It is not appropriate for Master to lean on the sofa all the time, let's send her back to her room to rest."

"Ah."

Jingyin had no objection.

So, Kimura reached out and grabbed Tsunade's legs, held her horizontally in front of him, and carried her upstairs to her room.

After that, tasks like changing into pajamas could only be done by Shizune.

Kimura had no right to interfere, nor could he stand by and watch, so he left Tsunade's bedroom.

The sun was shining outside, Kimura felt refreshed, and the warmth of Tsunade's delicate body still lingered on his fingertips.

As time passed, the temperature became weaker and weaker, and the hexagram seal was no longer hot.

Kimura took a long breath and thought about the next arrangements.

There is no need to practice today, which is equivalent to free time and should not be wasted.

Kimura thought about it, activated the reverse summoning, and went from Tsunade's house to the palace of the Demon Kingdom.

……

Mabui is a very thoughtful and motivated female ninja.

She took great pains to strengthen the bloodline limit of Kumogakure.

Unfortunately, her luck was not very good. Although she served Kimura before Samui, she still did not get pregnant.

At present, Xiao Xiaoyue is three months old.

In other words, there are still nine months until Kimura's promised release to Kumogakure.

Ma Buyi felt that time was running out, so he worked even harder.

Her sincere service and flattery made Kimura proud of himself and sighed at the wisdom of the promise. Otherwise, no matter how hard he tried to discipline her, he would not be able to teach Mabui to have such an attitude.

However, after a long time, Kimura became a little tired of it.

He currently has a total of eight women - Mikoto, Dean, Shion, Samui, Mabui, and the three snake princesses.

The eight of them are now very submissive, lacking that sharp edge.

Kimura couldn't help but miss Samui's former arrogance, and her grief and indignation when she was filled with humiliation but had to obey.

Unfortunately, the past is past and it is difficult to recover. Now, it is difficult for Samui to be tough with him.

Kimura couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and shared with the dean his melancholy about how things and people have changed.

After hearing this, Nono smiled and said, "Xiao Ye, it's not difficult for you to regain the feeling you once had."

"Oh?"

Kimura let out a sigh and quickly asked, "Dean, do you have a solution?"

Nono pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said calmly: "Why don't you just ask Samui to treat you with indifference and disgust?"

"..."

Kimura suddenly realized the narrowness of his own thinking, slapped his thigh and laughed, "You're right! Dean, you're so smart!"

After saying that, Kimura went to the next room excitedly.

Nono watched his anxious back, shook his head and laughed.

……

Samui and Mabui were chatting in the bedroom. Xiaoxiaoyue was lying in the crib, sleeping soundly.

Kimura walked quickly into the room and ordered the maid to move her little daughter and her bed out.

Seeing this, Samui and Mabui knew what he was going to do without having to guess.

I just came here yesterday...

Samui lowered his head and rolled his eyes silently.

Ma Buyi adjusted her bangs, raised a smile at the corner of her lips, stood up and walked towards Kimurano, hugged his arm, and said sweetly: "Master, you are here! I miss you so much, please love me!"

"Don't worry."

Kimura smiled and pinched Ma Buyi's face, called Samui to his side, and began to describe today's special requirements.

Samui felt very strange when listening to this. He thought Kimura was really perverted. No, he was a bitch! It was not good enough for people to be obedient, but he insisted on asking people to do the opposite!

Ma Buyi roughly guessed Kimura's motives, and her mind immediately became active. Since Kimura was tired of the personalityless obedience, she could show more personality in the future and not beg so humbly.

After Kimura made his request, he ordered, "You two should do as I say! You are allowed to perform freely without worrying about my face. I will not blame you either, so just perform boldly!"

After he finished speaking, the room fell into silence and no one paid any attention to him.

Samui turned around and sat down in front of the dressing table; Mabuyi sat down at the coffee table, picked up a book called "Guide to Raising Infants and Young Children" and read it carefully.

The two girls got into the role very quickly, their temperaments instantly became cold, their expressions were indifferent, and a holy glow appeared on their faces, revealing an indifference that kept people at a distance. Outsiders would never imagine that the two of them were just slave girls who allowed Kimura to indulge them at will.

Of course, this is actually what they really look like. They were like this before they became prisoners.

Kimura folded his arms, admiring the scene, feeling very satisfied.

The Bagua seals on the chest and abdomen slowly emerged, emitting scorching heat.

……

Volume 173: Swimming into the Red Sea of ​​Bondage: The slave girl stuck in the crack of the wall!

In the quiet bedroom, Samui and Mabuyi returned to their once unruly states.

At first glance, Kimura seemed to have returned to the night when he first met the two slave girls.

Time flies so fast!

Kimura crossed his arms and sighed secretly.

Samui was wearing a navy blue striped silk shirt today, with delicate white lace trimmings on the collar and cuffs.

Due to her body shape, the shirt is of course loose, and the buttons cannot be buttoned one by one. The top three buttons are all free, revealing her snow-white neck and delicate collarbone. This is very similar to Tsunade. Sure enough, excellent women all have similar troubles.

Of course, although the shirt is loose, it also takes into account the beauty of women. It has a waist-cinching design that outlines the slender lines of the back and waist.

She was wearing a black and white spotted miniskirt that only covered two-thirds of her thighs, revealing her proud long legs wrapped in black stockings.

Among all the girls, Samui is the tallest, with naturally longer legs, which makes her look very beautiful.

Her thighs were white and her calves were long, tightly covered with black stockings. Under the soft light of the bedroom, she looked even more mysterious and charming.

Samui sat on the chair, her thighs were no longer straight as when she stood, but slightly relaxed, like a cream cake wrapped in chocolate shell, firm yet plump, just right.

She was wearing a pair of dark red patent leather high heels, 10 centimeters high, thin and long. Stretched by the high heels, the lines of her calves looked even more slender and tight.

Kimura stood not far from her. Due to the angle, he could only see her side, but he could see her graceful curves.

The whole person is decorated with a stern temperament, emitting moving charm from the inside out!

it's beautiful!

Kimura admired her sincerely and felt that Samui was several times more beautiful than usual.

Samui saw his eager eyes through the oval dressing mirror and couldn't help but complain in her heart -

Perverts are perverts, and it is hard to understand. When she was disobedient before, this bastard had been harsh and cruel; now that she chose to obey, she was asked to be cold and arrogant.

Samui frowned, guessing that this was probably a release of his desire for dominance.

In any case, Kimura can set the standards according to her own preferences, and then she and Azabu will do it.