I, the stepfather of the ninja world!

Samui couldn't help but think of Kimura again, that disgusting look!

Although she was extremely reluctant, she had to admit that everything about her was connected to Kimura and left a deep mark on her.

Samui frowned, bent her legs, and wrapped her feet with the hem of her clothes.

While using mink fur to keep out the cold, she thought viciously: You cheap man, one day I will completely trample you under my feet!

……

Volume 197: Swimming into the Red Sea of ​​Bonds: Mikoto is no longer a wife!

The despicable man that Samui vowed to trample under his feet did not rest at this moment.

Kimura did not have a normal schedule tonight.

He was not in his bedroom at home, but in the Amegakure Affairs Office in the Hokage Building.

The blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows had been drawn down, completely blocking out the moonlight.

It's dark in the office.

The only light source was the light strip on the ceiling, which emitted only a faint light, and was obviously at the lowest brightness setting.

Kimura was standing by the window with a black-haired woman standing in front of him.

The woman was originally a head shorter than him, but wearing black patent leather pointed high heels, she looked a few centimeters taller, and now her height was barely level with the tip of his nose.

Not only was the woman shorter than Kimura, but her aura seemed to be weaker as well. She lowered her eyes and did not look directly at Kimura.

The light was blocked by the tall figure of Kimura, and the woman could hardly see any light. Her hands were crossed in front of her belly like a line of defense, and her fingertips painted with light red nail polish looked like delicate petals.

The whole person was shrouded in shadow, like a delicate flower covered by dark clouds.

"Xiaonan, Xiangxuan and I are going to the seaside for vacation next week. If any Uchiha come to visit, please help record and organize them." Kimura said.

"Don't worry, Ye-kun." The black-haired woman nodded in agreement.

Kimura looked down at the hem of her dark grey skirt, a hint of eagerness flashed across his eyes, and he said, "You've been working overtime so late today, I'll take you home later."

The black-haired woman's eyes flickered slightly, avoiding his passionate gaze, and declined politely: "Don't bother, the guesthouse is not far from here. Ye Jun, you should go home quickly to accompany your wife."

Kimura narrowed his eyes, but did not force it. Instead, he took a step back, turned around, and said while tidying up the documents on the desk: "If you are so reluctant to cooperate with my work, where will Yuyin's future go?"

Without Kimura's obstruction, the light from the ceiling illuminated the black-haired woman.

But her heart sank even more.

Kimura's threat was evident in his words.

The black-haired woman quickly saved the situation: "Ye Jun..."

Bang!

Kimura slammed the thick documents on the desk, interrupting her. Then, he turned around and smiled slightly, "Xiaonan, I understand your difficulties. But you should also understand and be considerate of me."

"Konoha's support for Amegakure was more of a one-sided effort with no reward. It was me, as a high-ranking official, who silenced the jonin's doubts with my illustrious military exploits!"

Kimura had a serious expression on his face and his voice was not loud, but it carried a heavy weight.

The black-haired woman was silent for a moment, lowered her head, and said softly: "Ye-kun, I know very well how you take care of Yuyin. I am very grateful to you, and Yuyin is also grateful to you."

Kimurano smiled slightly, walked back to her, and asked in a low voice: "Xiaonan, do you know why I am willing to help Yuyin?"

The black-haired woman was stunned, her red lips moved but she didn't say anything.

Seeing that she was playing dumb, Kimura narrowed his eyes and took another step forward.

The black-haired woman was forced to step back, almost pressed against the curtains. The blinds rubbed against the French windows, making a slight clicking sound, which was particularly loud in the office late at night.

"Konan, what do you think about the work between you and me regarding Konoha and Amegakure?" Kimura asked indifferently.

The black-haired woman's eyelashes fluttered as she replied, "Ye-kun, you are serious and responsible. I have learned a lot from you!"

Before she finished her words, she suddenly let out a scream, and her back was completely pressed against the Venetian blinds, making a rapid creaking sound.

Kimura's hand was already holding her waist.

The man's large hand covered almost a quarter of her waist.

The thin white shirt instantly wrinkled.

"Ye-kun, what are you doing?!"

The black-haired woman raised her tone slightly and reached out to push Kimura's arm, but did not dare to use too much force, as if she was afraid of the implied threat from Kimura.

Once this is pushed forward, Yuyin's bright future might be pushed aside.

The black-haired woman frowned, her pretty face full of nervousness. She was in a dilemma, not knowing whether to push or not. Her hands seemed to be stuck on Kimura's arm.

This way, it seems more like catering to Kimura.

Kimura saw through her pretending and grinned, "The office is well soundproofed."

The black-haired woman felt a chill in her heart, and suddenly realized that tonight's overtime work was a trap!

"Yejun, you..."

The black-haired woman hesitated for a moment, but eventually swallowed the word "shameless" silently. At this point, scolding was meaningless.

Kimura held her waist with his left hand, gently pushed her hand away with his right hand, and said lightly: "Xiaonan, you should understand that if you want to gain, you must give something."

The black-haired woman looked gloomy and said disappointedly: "Ye Jun, I thought we were friends."

Kimura smiled, stroked her smooth fingertips, and said, "We are indeed friends, and we will always be friends, very good friends!"

"..."

The black-haired woman fell into silence. The light in her eyes disappeared bit by bit until it was completely dimmed. Then, it flashed again bit by bit, as if murderous intent was overflowing. Finally, she lowered her eyelids, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Kimura looked at this scene quietly, secretly shocked.

Mikoto's acting is so great!

Although it does not match the real Xiaonan, she performed her own understanding of Xiaonan——

This is a female ninja who endures humiliation for the sake of her country and family. She originally had a beautiful vision for the future, but ended up being mired in the quagmire of reality. She could have escaped, but she didn't dare to, and could only gradually fall.

……

After dinner today, Mikoto suddenly suggested going to Yuyin's office to do some role-playing.

Kimura was very surprised and interested.

The last time he role-played with two female slaves, he had an extraordinary and wonderful experience.

This time, Kimura was very much looking forward to it and was also very curious as to why Mikoto had such an idea.

Mikoto said that the best-selling book mentioned that as a wife, there is no need to stick to the identity of a wife. You can appropriately change your position and give your husband more freshness, so as to better maintain the marriage.

Mikoto deeply agrees with this point. Before she read this book, she had tried every means to give Kimura a sense of freshness, and the most typical way was to wear different styles of beautiful clothes every day.

However, this may be effective at the beginning, but after a long time, aesthetic fatigue is inevitable.

The book provides more methods, and role-playing is one of them.

Wife, why must she be a wife?

Mikoto suddenly understood and took action immediately.

Of course, she refused to be a substitute for another woman.

Therefore, the character she played was not the real Konan, but just a poor female ninja!

……

Volume 198: Swimming towards the Red Sea of ​​Bondage: Why must a wife be a wife?

Wife, why must she be a wife?

Slave girl, why must she be a slave girl?

Mikoto's approach is similar to Nono's previous suggestion.

Kimura once again deeply realized that the dean was a wise man!

Of course, he couldn't feel grateful too much at the moment and was busy indulging in the gentleness of his life.

It was late at night, and with Mikoto's compromise, the office fell into silence.

Kimura stood by the window, unknowingly forcing her into the shadows.

The previous tangled and changing expression on Mikoto's face no longer appeared, and her eyes were like a deep pool of water that neither let in nor let out any light.

A strand of fine hair fell on her forehead, brushing against her curved eyebrows.

The majestic figure of Kimura was reflected in his deep pupils.

The tip of his nose breathed silently, inhaling the breath exhaled by Kimura, and the exhaled breath escaped into the tip of Kimura's nose.

"Konan, what we have to face is the future of Yuyin."

Kimura said softly, reaching out to touch her neat collar, his fingertips lightly touching the white round buttons.

Mikoto blinked and opened her red lips: "No-kun, will the future of Yuyin be bright?"

"Of course! I promise!"

As Kimura spoke, he unbuttoned the white button on his collar.

The slender white neck was fully revealed.

Mikoto held her chin slightly up, motionless, like a white swan about to be slaughtered, swallowed by the darkness.

……

Time flows slowly along with the watery moonlight.

The residential area of ​​Konoha was almost completely dark.

The busy city next to the Hokage Building was still brightly lit.

The streets are bustling with people, and the villagers, who live happily, are leisurely strolling in the night market.

Xiaonan is one of them. She has always longed for such a harmonious life since she was young. Now, she finally has it.

have to work tomorrow.

Xiaonan didn't dare to hang out too late, so she walked around and returned to the guesthouse next to the Hokage Building to rest.

Before entering the gate, she looked at the bustling street and vowed secretly that she would let the villagers of Yuyin live such a life in the future.

Then, she looked up at the third floor of the Hokage Building, where there was an office of Amegakure affairs, which held the bright future of Amegakure.

Then, Xiaonan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

As far as I can remember, when I got off work, the blinds on the French windows were not drawn down. Why were they closed tightly now?

Is he a thief, or a political enemy who doesn't want Yuyin to become rich and powerful?

Xiaonan's mind raced, and he turned and walked quickly towards the Hokage Building. At the same time, dozens of pieces of paper separated from his body, folded into paper butterflies, and floated in all directions, guarding every direction of the Hokage Building.

……

At the same time, in the Yuyin Office, from the initial silence to the subsequent bustle, it is now gradually returning to tranquility with only the sound of rustling.

A pair of black pointed high-heeled shoes fell at the foot of the desk, and the two shoes were some distance away from each other.

This is obviously not a normal arrangement. It seems more like one shoe was taken off after a while, and then the other one was taken off, and thrown aside at random without being placed in an orderly manner.

The high heels were made of black patent leather, with bright red soles and eight centimetre slender heels.

The texture is fine, and it is smooth everywhere, reflecting the soft light of the ceiling light strip, and fingerprints can be faintly seen all over it. Obviously, someone really likes this pair of high heels.

In this quiet office, the messy high heels exude a silent temptation, which makes people unconsciously think, what kind of charming beauty would the hostess wearing these high heels be?

The hostess was kneeling on the oval brown sofa at the moment, with her back facing the glass coffee table, her hands resting on the back of the sofa, her body bent relatively low, her slender waist curved into a crescent shape, showing her flexibility.

Her legs were slightly apart, like fine white porcelain, and her skin was covered with a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings.

Under the dim light, it was hard to see clearly, the stockings almost blended into the legs. Only the delicate stocking rings on the thighs showed that they were indeed wrapped in a layer of stockings.

"The ninja world is so beautiful!"

Kimura stood behind Mikoto, looked up and sighed, then let out a long breath.