I, the stepfather of the ninja world!

Just like before, everyone, including the shrine maiden and the dean, were asked to remain motionless and not to have any stress reactions, pretending that time had stopped.

Today, it’s just a change of requirements.

To be honest, it is much easier to pretend to be indifferent than to pretend that time has stopped.

To be precise, she didn't need to pretend to be cold. This was her true state of following her heart! After all, being cold was the way of ninja that she practiced!

Samui snorted coldly, then picked up the eyebrow pencil, looked at the dressing mirror, and began to touch up her makeup.

No matter how Kimura's requirements change, the core of his pursuit remains the same, that is beauty!

Samui was well aware of this.

In the past, I was unwilling to cooperate and basically wore no makeup.

After giving birth to my daughter, I often put on some light makeup. After all, no matter how reluctant I am, I have given birth to a child for someone else. There is no need to resist such a small thing as makeup. Dressing up beautifully can also make me feel better.

A few months ago, after Kimura promised to return to Kumogakure, her enthusiasm suddenly increased, her makeup became more and more exquisite, and she showed her beauty in many layers.

Today, of course, is no exception.

Samui looked in the mirror and put on makeup carefully.

Ma Buyi sat on the sofa, reading a book seriously.

Kimura stood by the bed, admiring them seriously, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of them.

Inside the house, there was total silence, save for the soft sounds of makeup tools and bottles hitting the dressing table, and the rustling of pages turning.

……

I don’t know how long it was before a quick click sounded, like thunder in the bedroom.

Kimura looked in the direction of the sound and found that an eyelash curler had fallen from the dressing table onto the floor.

The angle of the fall was quite tricky, and it fell from the side of the dressing mirror and got stuck in the narrow gap between the dressing table and the wall.

Samui finished her makeup silently, put the things on the dressing table in order, cleared out an empty area, then stood up, bent down, supported one hand on the dressing table, reached the other hand into the gap against the wall, and slowly reached down to take the eyelash curler.

However, the gap was too narrow. Even if Samui's arms were slender and he could reach a certain depth, it was difficult for him to go any deeper and he could not touch the eyelash curler.

Samui frowned, pulled back her hand, looked around, and realized for the first time that the large size of the dressing table was also a problem. If she reached into the gap from both sides, the distance was almost the same as from the top down, and she still couldn't get the eyelash curler.

Or, move the dresser out of the way.

Samui tried, but found that she didn't have enough strength. The dressing table was too big and heavy.

If it was a year or two ago, she might have been able to move. But now, she has not exercised for a long time. Apart from daily yoga and dancing, she has almost no exercise. Her physical fitness has declined significantly and she has become a frail woman.

Samui was somewhat helpless and could only continue to bend down, reaching his hand into the gap from top to bottom to take the eyelash curler.

This time, she tried to adjust the angle and put her arm deeper.

Because her legs were too long and higher than the dressing table, she had to spread her legs slightly and bend her knees slightly to make it easier for her arms to reach further down.

As a result, the upper body was pressed tightly against the dressing table, taking up a large area, so much so that the shirt was squeezed and deformed.

Kimura crossed his arms, took a few steps, and walked around to a place not far behind Samui. From this angle, he could admire Samui's side and back at the same time, which was perfect.

Three magatama appeared in Kimura's eyes. He watched quietly with an indifferent expression, but in his heart he wished he could take on the heavy responsibility instead of the dressing table.

Samui had a proud figure, and her current posture showed off her elegance.

The short skirt was stretched tightly by her spread legs, and the already smooth fabric looked even more high-end.

Because of the bent knees, the two knee dimples were very obvious. The delicate muscle lines, hidden by the black stockings, were graceful and deep, like a small black hole, which attracted Kimura's attention.

The ten-centimeter high heels, as slender as chopsticks, together with the narrow soles of the high heels, supported Samui's pair of jade feet, and then supported her slender legs.

The high heels remain motionless, showing that they are of excellent quality.

Samui had no time to care about these things. She was just trying to get the eyelash curler from the gap in the wall.

Kimura waited for a while, and seeing that she still hadn't succeeded, he walked up to her and said, "Don't bother, I'll help you."

"Get out of here!" Samui replied coldly.

The harmony in the house suddenly disappeared.

Volume 174: Swimming into the Red Sea of ​​Bondage: The slave girls rebel!

Samui's scolding was like a gust of cold air that instantly swept through the entire room, causing the temperature to drop by several degrees.

Ma Buyi, who was reading a book, was also attracted.

Kimura looked slightly stunned.

It has been a long time since he was scolded by outsiders, let alone his close partner.

He never thought that he would be rejected by Samui, which made him stunned on the spot.

Then, he raised his eyebrows, subconsciously wanting to reprimand Sam for his rude attitude.

Then, he realized that this was all his own request. Samui was just following the cold and indifferent ninja way.

Kimura was helpless, but also very satisfied. After all, he hadn't enjoyed this experience of being scolded by a beautiful woman for a long time. It was very fresh and interesting to have such an experience today. It was quite good.

At the same time, Samui felt a surge of joy in his heart. This was a fair opportunity to scold Kimura! What a rare opportunity!

Samui couldn't help but feel a little excited and became even more motivated.

Ma Buyi had seen through everything already. The more cold he was now, the more fierce Kimura's counterattack would be later.

This was definitely something Samui didn't want to face, but she obviously didn't realize it now.

Ma Buyi pursed her lips, pressed her legs together tightly, and silently planned to share more of the burden for Samui later.

……

As Ma Buyi expected, Kimura was not a mean man who liked to be scolded for nothing. He didn't even have the patience to wait a while before collecting the interest, but launched a fierce counterattack on the spot.

However, this time, it was not as dull as the slapping incident.

Kimura smiled slightly, ignoring Samui's sharp gaze, and directly put his hand on her waist.

A large hand almost covered half of her waist.

Holding this position is equivalent to controlling Samui's entire body.

After all, she was bending over, with her upper body pressed against the dressing table, and her arms stuck in the gap. If she wanted to move, she had to move her waist first.

"Kimura! Let me go!"

Samui scolded coldly, and she felt happy again. She hadn't called Kimura by her full name for a long time! She felt very proud!

Kimura slowly bent down, facing her, staring into her beautiful eyes, and said with a half-smile: "If I don't let you go, what can you do? Do you understand the situation? Now you are under my control and need my help! Be respectful!"

"ridiculous!"

Samui snorted coldly, ignored him, and shouted, "Mabuyi, come and help me."

Mabui closed the book, stood up and walked to the two of them, saying sternly: "Kumura, please stop your rude behavior immediately! Otherwise, I will definitely condemn your misconduct to the Hokage!"

Kimura raised his eyebrows slightly, and instead of obediently taking his hand back, he looked her up and down rudely.

Ma Buyi was wearing a fox-white tight sweater today with a shallow V-neckline. She had a silver necklace around her neck and the pendant was an emerald carved into three magatama pieces, hanging outside the sweater.

She was wearing a black and white vertical striped skirt, her slender legs were wrapped in grey stockings, and she was wearing pure black patent leather high heels.

The overall outfit is similar to Samui.

However, perhaps because of her figure, or perhaps because of her spirit, Ma Buyi looks more refreshed and pure.

Her long silver-gray hair was longer than when she first became a slave girl. It was now past her shoulders and more feminine.

When I was in the capital of the Fire Nation, I had my hair done once, but the change was limited. I only curled the ends of my hair slightly outwards.

At this moment, the smooth hair was divided into two parts, half fell in front of the left shoulder, and the other half passed over the right ear and fell behind the back.

A few strands of hair on both sides of the temples are twisted into a crescent shape, which is simple yet elegant.

She has soft eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose and slightly pursed lips.

She looks very capable and is more suitable to be a secretary than Xiang Xun.

Kimura secretly approved, his mind moved slightly, he moved his hand away from Samui's waist, instead put it on Ma Buyi's shoulders, and pushed her to the sofa without saying anything.

Ma Buyi had a delicate body, and in front of Kimura, she was as fragile as a piece of paper, and fell on the sofa with a thud.

In order to avoid losing her momentum, she quickly straightened her sitting posture, her eyes filled with anger, and she coldly scolded: "Kumura, are you crazy?"

Kimura walked up to her, leaned over and stretched his hand over her, resting it on the shoulder of the sofa, semi-confining her.

Then, he laughed and said, "Do you think this is Konoha?"

"You want to report me to the Hokage? How?"

"This is the land of ghosts! This is the land ruled by me, a woman!"

"I'm here, I can do whatever I want! No one will hear you even if you scream at the top of your lungs!"

Kimura Noboru's voice became more and more powerful as he spoke, getting closer and closer to Ma Buyi's face, until the tips of their noses were almost touching.

The faint scent of Ma Buyi's perfume continuously flowed into his nostrils, stirring his heart.

Kimura simply pressed against her neck, sniffed hard, grinned and said, "It smells so good!"

"Pervert! How could there be someone like you in Konoha!"

Ma Buyi yelled angrily and took the opportunity to speak the truth. He turned sideways and tried to escape through the gap on the side, but was stopped by Kimura's other hand.

Ma Buyi raised his leg and tried to kick Kimurao's calf.

However, her movements could not escape the prediction of the Sharingan.

Kimura took the lead, raising his leg and pressing his knee against her thigh wrapped in gray stockings.

"Bah, shameless!"

Ma Buyi had no way to resist and could only attack verbally. However, he didn't actually spit, he just sprayed some droplets.

Kimura enjoyed it very much.

At the same time, Samui gave up reaching for the eyelash curler, pulled his arm out of the crack in the wall, and hurried over to support Mabui.

Unlike Ma Buyi, she did not control the degree of attack and directly used force, raising her leg and kicking hard at Kimura's waist. Her slender high heels were like a sharp blade full of murderous intent.

This woman wants to murder her husband!

Kimura shook his head and laughed, freeing one hand and easily grabbing the attacking high-heeled silk feet. His fingertips instantly touched Samui's smooth arch of the foot, feeling the delicate touch.

Samui's posture suddenly became very awkward, with one leg raised in the air and his foot controlled by Kimura's hand, as if he was cast in steel or iron, unable to move at all.

The other leg can move.

But Samui was rational and knew that he was no match for Kimurano. He kicked Kimurano to fulfill his responsibility to support his teammate. Then he stopped trying to make trouble and stood on one leg, waiting for Kimurano's next move.

Without hesitation, Kimura slid his hand up to her slender ankle, pulled her over and held her slender waist.

Without waiting for her to stand firmly, he pushed her onto the sofa and sat side by side with Ma Buyi.

……

Volume 175: Swimming into the Red Sea of ​​Bounds: Samui's Rebellion!

In the blink of an eye, the two cold and aloof Yunyin beauties were forced to sit on the sofa.

One has blonde hair and blue eyes, the other has silver hair and blue eyes.

One has skin as white as snow, the other has skin as white as coffee.

The colors contrast sharply and complement each other.

Kimura was in a commanding position and had a commanding view of everything. He could see the two women's long legs in stockings side by side at a glance.

The skirt is tight, wrapped around the soft thighs. The lines are monotonous, but it exudes endless charm and bewitching.

Kimura's eyes were as fast as the wind, quickly sweeping over the clothes of the two girls.

In the hearts of the two girls, being swept by his possessive gaze was like having mucus of unknown composition splashed on their bodies. It was extremely disgusting!

Samui folded his arms, looked at him coldly and said, "Don't look around!"

Ma Buyi snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and said: "Pervert!"