"..."
As soon as Yakumo said that, the words Ino had been about to fire back got stuck in her throat.
She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to respond.
Not just her. Hinata and Tenten, the two more innocent girls, and even Sakura and Karin, who had already been influenced by certain little yellow books, were stunned by Yakumo's bluntness.
They looked at her in shock.
They knew Yakumo often drew rather improper pictures, but none of them had expected her to speak so directly.
Yet when they imagined the scene she described, their faces couldn't help turning red.
Only Temari, who had personal experience, remained relatively calm after hearing it.
She even felt a little hopeful.
'If that is the case, then maybe I won't be the one at the bottom anymore?'
'Maybe someone else can help me next time.'
With that thought, Temari's face turned red too.
"Ahem! Why are you all looking at me like that? I'm just stating facts."
Yakumo looked completely justified.
"That's not a fact at all, hmph! I don't want to talk to you anymore. Once you've experienced it yourselves, you'll understand!"
Knowing she didn't have much persuasive power in her current condition, Ino simply rolled herself up in her blanket and hid underneath.
She looked like she didn't want to deal with anyone anymore.
But after hearing her words, the others also fell quiet.
Ino's comment had reminded them of something.
Now that Ino had already taken this important step, then they…
At that thought, they exchanged glances.
They had the idea now, but they still needed to discuss the order.
———
On the other side—
It was also after work.
Aoba had no idea what was happening at Ino's house. He returned once again to Samui's office in Kumogakure.
Samui had already finished organizing the documents.
"Ready to get off work?"
"Mm."
Samui nodded and naturally walked over to hook her arm around his.
Feeling the softness beneath her suit fabric wrapping around his arm, Aoba couldn't help imagining Tsunade and Samui holding him on either side.
For now, though, he could only imagine.
"Where's Mabui? Already off work?", He hadn't seen her.
"No. She still has some other tasks to finish. Let's head back first."
As she explained, Samui was already pulling him toward the door.
Beneath her cool expression, the joy in her eyes was obvious.
Over these past six months, she had more or less been shaped by Aoba.
Although he usually came over every night, occasions like this, leaving work together and heading home side by side, were rare.
"Alright."
Sensing her good mood, Aoba didn't use Flying Thunder God to return directly. Instead, like an ordinary couple after work, they went to the market first and bought some vegetables.
———
Once home, he went straight into the kitchen, while Samui stayed beside him helping.
Watching his practiced movements while cooking, Samui felt a little emotional.
When she first heard from Yugito that Aoba used to cook at home often and was quite good at it, she had been surprised.
After all, the ninja world had its traditions.
But that only proved her earlier decision to take the initiative and push him down had been correct.
Since it was just a simple dinner, it didn't take long.
After stir-frying a few home-style dishes, Aoba left the kitchen.
Then he frowned slightly.
"At this hour, Mabui's still not off work?"
Samui and Mabui lived together.
It wasn't that they lacked resources to build another house, they had simply grown used to living together back in Konoha.
"Mm… It should still be a little while before Mabui gets back."
Samui pressed her lips together and asked,
"Aoba-sama, are you hungry? If you are…"
"Not really hungry. It just feels odd to keep waiting like this."
Aoba shook his head.
"How about I go bring Mabui back directly? It's already this late. Any unimportant work can wait until tomorrow."
He was about to get up and use Flying Thunder God.
But Samui suddenly grabbed him.
"Hm?"
"Aoba-sama… I'm a little hungry."
She licked her soft lips lightly.
"I'd like to eat something else first to hold me over."
"..."
The hint was obvious.
Aoba didn't know what to say.
Fine. In that case, Mabui could finish her work first. The food wouldn't get cold that quickly.
The next second, Samui felt her body grow light as her legs left the ground.
She was about to say something more, but her lips were sealed.
Her body softened immediately.
There wasn't much room to maneuver in the dining area, so Aoba carried Samui toward the sofa.
With each step, a piece of clothing fell away.
By the time they reached the sofa...
———
Meanwhile—
In Samui's now-empty office—
The door suddenly opened.
"Samui, about what you said earlier, I've already—hm?"
Mabui looked at the completely empty office and froze.
Then the corner of her mouth twitched.
She turned and left.
They had agreed to work overtime together and go home later.
Yet Samui had already gotten off work and left first.
Mabui felt speechless.
But since Samui was already gone, there was nothing she could do.
She would have to talk to her about it later.
Really… interrupting her at the most critical moment this afternoon was one thing. Now breaking their agreement too.
Thinking about the afternoon, Mabui couldn't help sighing again.
With Samui absent, she had finally mustered up the courage, using work as an excuse just like Samui had suggested, to sit on Aoba's lap.
They had been about to move to the next step, and then Samui had suddenly returned and interrupted everything.
Who knew when the next opportunity would come?
Mabui subconsciously rubbed her legs together.
But she had been so proactive this afternoon. Aoba must have understood her intentions, right?
When he came to see Samui tonight, would he stop by to see her too?
At that thought, her cheeks flushed again.
She quickened her pace home.
When she reached the door, she took out her key as usual.
But just as she was about to unlock it, her hand froze midair.
Mabui stood there blankly.
'It seems like…'
'Someone is inside?'
Unable to resist, she leaned closer and pressed her ear against the door.
The sounds inside became clearer.
The voice was familiar.
It was Samui's.
But, her face reddened at a visible speed.
'No way?'
'Didn't they just—'
'And so boldly, too?'
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