Adopted by Tsunade [267-268] (Patreon)

Chapter 267: A One-Day Outing With Kaguya

What Tsunade gained was a talent for Wood Release, so she needed time to learn Wood Release ninjutsu.

Fortunately, with her level of strength, it wasn't as troublesome as it would be for a beginner.

Relatively speaking, her progress would be much faster.

Natsume escorted her back home.

In the days to come, she presumably wouldn't be too bored.

However, for Tsunade, Wood Release could only be considered icing on the cake.

Because Natsume was never going to let her run into danger.

Hokage's Office.

Kurenai knocked and entered.

"A report from the Three Snake Princesses."

She placed the document on the desk and said, "During this period, they've screened all the ninja in Konoha Village, but they didn't find any ninja with the aptitude to train Sage Mode."

"Mm."

Natsume had expected as much, so he didn't feel too regretful.

He opened the report and skimmed it. It mainly contained a list of newly added contractors.

It practically covered one-fifth of Konoha's ninja.

Ryūchi Cave had completely fallen into the role of wage slaves.

"What about Gift of the Hermit Group?" Natsume closed the file and asked. "Has anyone succeeded in training it?"

"At the moment, one person has," Kurenai answered immediately. "Might Guy."

Natsume fell into thought.

He had previously looked at Gift of the Hermit Group.

It was a kind of knockoff senjutsu that leaned toward mental power.

Its might was decent, but it couldn't compare to true senjutsu.

Because it involved spiritual force, it placed fairly high demands on willpower—

In other words, the pious heart that Chiriku talked about.

Might Guy was an extremely pure sort of ninja.

That might be why he was able to train it successfully.

Natsume stroked his chin.

The original version of Gift of the Hermit Group was actually more suitable for monks.

That made training rather troublesome.

If that was the case, he might as well modify it a little.

Natsume thought of the all-purpose Kaguya.

If he could popularize Gift of the Hermit Group, it would be quite beneficial for Konoha.

His own strength was already sufficient.

But he couldn't possibly do everything personally, could he?

Take Kurenai, for example.

She was relatively lacking in strength.

And the limitations of genjutsu were right there.

If he wanted to enhance her, approaching it through senjutsu was a pretty good route.

"Kurenai, you can go now," Natsume said as he returned the file to her.

Kurenai nodded and turned to leave.

Flying Thunder God.

…

Land of Snow.

Natsume pushed open the door and immediately saw Kaguya playing a game.

He had previously exchanged a pile of single-player games for her.

As for multiplayer, that was more troublesome—and too wasteful.

The technology of the shinobi world couldn't meet the requirements.

He could only rely on Fate Points.

Exchanging for one machine was still acceptable, but dozens or hundreds would be meaningless.

Natsume leaned in closer.

Kaguya was playing Sekiro.

A high-difficulty game that required a lot of dexterity.

Yet in her hands, it was like playing Tic-tac-toe.

Natsume realized what the problem was.

Becoming a gaming expert came down to three factors:

Hand speed, reaction time, and intelligence.

Kaguya lacked none of them.

Which made basically every single-player game feel simple.

The only thing that might still entertain her was the story.

In that sense, being too perfect made you lose many things.

"Is it fun?" Natsume asked.

"Average," Kaguya replied.

She never lied in front of him.

Natsume suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

If it was novelty he wanted, his past life definitely surpassed the shinobi world by far.

Maybe he could build a modern city?

Of course, it wouldn't be only for Kaguya.

The shinobi world really was backward.

Improving the environment—

He could treat it as reliving his past life.

He could even set up some multiplayer games.

After all, as the saying went:

Playing with friends was fun.

"What is it?" Kaguya stood up, hugged him, and sniffed. She caught a fragrant scent.

Another woman's.

She snapped her fingers, and the smell vanished instantly.

Natsume felt a chill run through him and shivered.

But warmth returned immediately.

After all, he was in Kaguya's embrace.

"There is something," Natsume said, taking out a scroll. "Help me modify this."

"What's the reward?" Kaguya didn't mind helping, but only if there was a prize.

Before, she had been obsessed with chakra. Now that she had the Skynet, she didn't care as much.

So she had switched to that one happy thing.

Natsume understood.

But he still hadn't paid off his previous debts.

"I'll take you out to play. How about it?" Natsume asked, looking into her snow-white eyes.

Play?

Kaguya was a little surprised.

Natsume rarely took her out.

One, he was busy.

Two, she was too conspicuous.

"Where?" Kaguya thought for a moment and asked.

"The Fire Capital Metropolis," Natsume said. He wasn't saying it casually.

Ever since he'd taken control of the daimyo, the Land of Fire had nominally fallen into his hands.

Naturally, he wouldn't waste it.

So he had the Sunny Miles Trading Company open many shops in the Land of Fire.

Now, with some novel items, perhaps Kaguya would be interested.

"And after that?" Kaguya asked again.

To her, playing was actually meaningless.

She was a hardcore shut-in.

When she planted the Divine Tree, she could stay in one place for a thousand years.

Ultimately, she still liked Natsume more.

"After that, we rest," Natsume said, knowing what she was thinking.

Kaguya's eyes brightened. She shut down the computer, grabbed him, and pulled him outside—

Suddenly impatient.

Natsume couldn't help but laugh.

He had to admit, Kaguya was pure in a very direct way.

If she weren't so powerful, she would have been tricked terribly long ago.

Oh, no—

Even now, she could still be easily deceived.

Of course, not by Natsume.

But by the Great Toad Sage.

In the normal storyline, it could fool Kaguya until she spun around in circles.

..

Fire Capital Metropolis.

Natsume and Kaguya walked along the street.

Because they didn't want to draw attention, they disguised themselves a little.

"Let's go eat," Natsume said.

Earlier, in the Land of Water, he had created brand and produced plenty of high-end cuisine specifically meant to fleece nobles.

The results were excellent.

Before long, it also became popular among merchants and commoners.

Even ninja came to taste it by reputation.

Upon arriving in the Land of Fire, he repeated the same routine.

He opened restaurants in many places.

Using his identification plaque, Natsume rented a private room.

Soon, the dishes were served.

"Try this." Natsume slid the glass in front of him toward her. "Coconut milk."

Coconut milk was a drink made by grinding coconut juice and coconut flesh.

In the Land of Fire, it had been rare.

Because it wasn't suitable for growing coconut trees.

The Land of Water had them, but people mostly drank coconut juice directly.

Kaguya picked up the glass and took a sip.

It was a novel flavor.

But it wasn't bad.

She nodded and said, "It's okay."

"Good," Natsume said, glancing over the food and picking up chocolate ice cream.

Kaguya took a bite, chewed, and swallowed.

The chocolate was a little bitter.

But the texture of the ice cream was nice.

Natsume watched her and unconsciously licked the corner of his lips.

Kaguya's pale lips had faint crumbs on them—very tempting.

"Do you want to eat?" she noticed his gaze and stopped eating.

"You eat. There's more on the table," Natsume coughed lightly.

Kaguya paused, then leaned in close to him.

A sickly-sweet taste filled his mouth.

Natsume froze for a moment, then calmly began chewing.

A moment later.

Kaguya took a breath and asked, "Is it tasty?"

When she asked, her face was slightly red, and her snow-white eyes seemed watery.

Natsume nodded.

For some reason, he felt like she was a giant scoop of ice cream.

Natsume reached out, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said, "Keep eating."

Kaguya actually wanted to eat the guy in front of her more.

But since it was rare to go out, she couldn't ruin the mood.

"What do you think of Hamura's descendants?" Natsume asked, thinking of the one on the moon—Ōtsutsuki Toneri.

In the original work, he committed all sorts of evil.

He stole Hanabi's eyes and took Hinata away.

After awakening the Tenseigan, he intended to control a meteor and destroy the shinobi world.

But he was still a descendant of Hamura—meaning Kaguya's own bloodline.

Natsume wanted to know her attitude.

"It has nothing to do with me," Kaguya tilted her head. "If you want to do it, then do it."

She clearly understood what he was implying.

After so many exchanges, the two of them truly knew each other inside out.

Even unintentionally, she could guess many things.

"I'm kind of curious," Natsume suddenly thought of a question. "If I had a conflict with the brothers Hamura and Hagoromo, who would you help?"

At that moment, he sounded a bit like an unreasonable girlfriend.

Asking the classic question: if mom and girlfriend fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?

Ahem.

Natsume insisted he was genuinely just curious.

"You," Kaguya answered without hesitation.

Natsume was deeply moved.

He hadn't expected that, in her heart, his position was so high.

"Losing those two wouldn't feel like anything," Kaguya looked at him, her tone calm. "But losing you would be very boring."

Once again, Natsume felt sorry for Hamura and Hagoromo.

But inwardly, he felt great.

…

After Lunch.

Natsume looked Kaguya up and down.

Under her puzzled gaze, he said, "Go change clothes."

He didn't explain. He grabbed Kaguya and headed to the hot springs.

After reserving the place, he took out a set of kimono.

Kaguya accepted it, glanced at it, and said, "You dress me."

She slipped off her clothes.

Her skin was fair and flawless, like a doll.

Natsume looked her up and down before picking up the kimono.

Kaguya opened her arms and let him do as he pleased.

She looked at him, her expression not changing much.

But deep down, she was a little confused.

She didn't understand why she had to change clothes.

Just like she didn't understand why one had to bathe.

A shrine maiden didn't need such things.

But in front of Natsume, she was willing to cooperate.

A kimono was rather complicated.

Fortunately, Natsume was experienced.

He often helped Hinae and Mikoto and the others before.

One could say he was ever kind and helpful.

After she was dressed, Kaguya's aura changed.

She looked like a noble queen.

Her original outfit had been too plain.

After appreciating her for a moment, Natsume began his dress-up game.

Maid outfit, school swimsuit, school uniform, and so on—

He had Kaguya try them all.

She was beautiful and tall, a natural clothes rack.

They all looked pretty good.

Natsume discovered what suited her best was a women's uniform with a pencil skirt.

Too bad he couldn't make her the Hokage's secretary.

…

A New Day.

Natsume woke up and saw Kazahana Koyuki standing in front of him.

He paused and asked, "Where's Kaguya?"

With his current strength, he couldn't possibly be mistaken.

So most likely, Kaguya left first, and only then did Koyuki enter—

"Lady Kaguya is bathing," Koyuki said, blushing slightly, head lowered, though her eyes kept drifting toward Natsume.

He was under the covers, but his muscular upper body was exposed.

It stirred her heart.

Bathing?

Natsume couldn't help but smile.

Looks like the shrine maiden had come to like soaking in hot water.

That was a good thing.

More human warmth.

Previously, Kaguya had felt too ethereal, uninterested in anything.

"Lord Natsume, I… I will dress you," Koyuki gathered her courage.

Natsume looked at her embarrassed expression and chuckled softly.

But he didn't reject the kindness.

He got out of bed.

Koyuki's eyes widened instantly.

The blush on her face spread to her ears.

Her head swam in dizziness.

She opened her mouth, picked up the clothes nearby—

A moment later, Kaguya reappeared.

She wore the same kimono from yesterday.

Seeing this, Koyuki showed a look of amazement.

It was simply too noble to describe.

She became even more curious about what Kaguya's identity truly was.

And because of Kaguya, she didn't dare to hope for any official status with Natsume.

She couldn't compete.

Besides, she was the Land of Snow daimyo—she couldn't pursue love like an ordinary person.

As long as she could leave behind an heir, that was enough.

"Um… I'll take my leave first," Koyuki felt it wasn't appropriate to stay and chose to depart.

"Good morning," Kaguya walked up and pressed her warm, soft lips to his.

Natsume returned the attack.

It wasn't until noon that he left Land of Snow.

…

Back in Konoha, Natsume summoned Kurenai.

"I have a few ideas. Write them down and carry them out."

"Okay," Kurenai said, taking out paper and pen.

"First, establish a new department called the Research Division," Natsume said, raising one finger.

"Research Division?" Kurenai froze, confused. "What is it for?"

"Two functions. One: researching various jutsu or ninja tools. Two: researching technology like computers," Natsume explained casually. "Orochimaru will handle the former. For the latter, you'll recruit across the nations."

The shinobi world already had computers, so there was no need for him to explain.

Kurenai naturally understood whom she should recruit.

"Second, expand the Hokage Guard Squad."

After becoming Hokage, Natsume had continued using Tsunade's Hokage Guard Squad—

Hatake Kakashi, Might Guy, Yūhi Kurenai, and Shizune.

But now each of them had their own duties.

Kakashi was leading Gaara, Temari, and Kankurō.

Shizune either followed Tsunade or stayed at Konoha Hospital.

Kurenai—needless to say—was now a full-time secretary.

Only Might Guy was relatively free.

Natsume planned to merge the Heaven's Mandate with the Hokage Guard Squad.

And then train two more elites.

…

Chapter 268: Black Cat Shooting Game

"The expansion of the Hokage Guard Squad—what's the process, or rather, the standard?" Kurenai reacted quickly, fully performing her duties as a secretary.

If it were before, she might have worried that increasing the headcount would affect her treatment.

But now she was the Hokage's secretary, so she could rest easy.

"Let's do this. Draft a list of civilian ninja," Natsume thought for a moment. "As for the major clans, let them submit candidates themselves."

As Hokage, he had to set an example and maintain a degree of fairness.

In truth, he basically already had people in mind.

He just needed to power them up.

Unfortunately, the Konoha Twelve were not yet graduated.

Speaking of which, once they graduated, Might Guy probably wouldn't have time to serve on the Hokage Guard Squad.

Not enough manpower.

Natsume silently considered whether he should snag a couple from other villages.

"Understood," Kurenai nodded, then asked, "Anything else?"

"I plan to reform the mission hall," Natsume said. "The current model makes taking missions rather troublesome. I obtained a radio wristband that can make it more convenient for ninja to carry out missions."

The shinobi world had radios.

In the original work, when Gaara was captured and Naruto and the others went to support, they were equipped with radio devices.

So using a radio wristband to disguise a Skynet login device was plausible.

Even if some ninja suspected something, they wouldn't go ask the Hokage directly.

"A radio wristband?" Kurenai looked confused. "If it's too far, won't it lose signal?"

"That won't be a problem," Natsume said, taking out the Skynet login device. "Use it for a few days to get familiar with it, then you'll handle it."

"Okay," Kurenai said, taking the wristband and glancing over it.

"That's all for now," Natsume waved his hand.

Kurenai nodded and left.

She moved quickly and spread the news.

It caused quite a stir in Konoha—

Specifically, about the Hokage Guard Squad.

Everyone knew its value.

It was only one step away from the Hokage.

Even if you couldn't become Hokage, you could still become Konoha's upper echelon.

Especially since Natsume was young and had plenty of time.

Unlike Minato Namikaze, who died midway, causing his Hokage Guard Squad to also leave the center of power.

Since each clan had recommendation quotas, no one came to bother Natsume.

Kurenai arrived at Orochimaru's residence.

"Anko?"

"Hi, Kurenai. Long time no see," Anko said warmly with a smile, holding a skewer of three-colored dango.

"We really haven't seen each other in a long time," Kurenai sighed.

After becoming the Hokage's secretary, she no longer went out on missions.

The time she spent dealing with fellow ninja of her generation dropped sharply.

But she didn't feel regret.

To receive her current job, paying that price wasn't too severe.

"Are you here to see Sensei?" Anko took a bite of dango, then seemed to think of something. "You're the Hokage's secretary now—does the Hokage have a mission?"

"Mm," Kurenai didn't hide it. "The Hokage is establishing a Research Division and wants Lord Orochimaru to be the head."

"Sounds like Sensei will like that order," Anko's eyes lit up, then dimmed. "But if so, it'll be even harder to see Sensei."

"Disciples eventually have to grow independently," Kurenai comforted. "Besides, Lord Orochimaru is in Konoha Village. If you want to see him, you still can."

"That's true," Anko smiled. "I'm going to be on missions anyway. Not seeing Sensei is normal."

She was a tokubetsu jōnin, and she had the Heaven Curse Seal—her strength was decent.

Naturally, missions were unavoidable.

Unless Orochimaru spoke up.

"Maybe you can try for the Hokage Guard Squad," Kurenai suddenly suggested. "The Hokage plans to expand recruitment. If you succeed, you can stay in Konoha."

The Hokage Guard Squad?

Anko froze slightly.

That seemed like a pretty good plan.

Once you joined the Hokage Guard Squad, your primary mission was to protect the Hokage.

So you didn't have to go everywhere doing missions.

"I'll ask Sensei," Anko decided after some thought.

"Then please leave Lord Orochimaru's side to you," Kurenai said, taking out an authorization order.

"No problem," Anko agreed readily.

With that authorization, she could openly go see Orochimaru.

The main issue was that sometimes, when he was busy with experiments, she would be left aside and ignored.

After Kurenai left, Anko summoned a snake to inform Orochimaru.

She waited, half-expectant and half-anxious.

Not long after, Orochimaru appeared.

"Sensei!" Anko breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward.

"Mm," Orochimaru glanced at her. "Lord Natsume's order."

Natsume gave him maximum support so he could research in peace.

He didn't want to change the status quo, so he still took Natsume's instructions seriously.

"Here," Anko handed over the order.

Orochimaru read it through and seemed satisfied.

This would make his future experiments far more convenient.

Naturally, he wouldn't refuse.

"Sensei, there's one more thing," Anko explained the matter of the Hokage Guard Squad.

Orochimaru paused.

With Natsume's strength, did he even need a Hokage Guard Squad?

But it had nothing to do with him.

"If you want to go, then go," Orochimaru said.

He did care about Anko.

Joining the Hokage Guard Squad had no downsides.

Given Natsume's strength, who was protecting whom was questionable.

But either way, safety should be guaranteed.

"Okay, Sensei," Anko smiled. Then she asked, "Sensei, want to eat lunch together?"

"I'm not done with my experiment," Orochimaru turned and left.

Anko sighed, but there was nothing she could do.

That was just Orochimaru's personality.

…

Land of Wave Daimyo's Mansion.

"Busy again?"

The familiar voice made Hinae look up and smile.

Natsume appeared before her.

He reached out and ruffled her hair. "Didn't I tell you to train a few successors?"

"I'm not at ease," Hinae narrowed her eyes like a cat, enjoying her master's massage.

She knew about Yugito, so she had unconsciously begun to imitate her.

"This is troublesome," Natsume laughed.

"What is it?" Hinae looked up, puzzled.

"I'm going to completely take control of the Land of Fire," Natsume said, lifting her and sitting down in the chair with her. "When the time comes, you'll be even busier."

"It's fine," Hinae said without thinking.

"So obedient," Natsume said, interlacing fingers with her hand.

"Are you planning to make me the daimyo of the Land of Fire?" Hinae realized something and became embarrassed. "I… I don't think I can be a daimyo."

All she'd done was business.

If she suddenly had to manage government affairs, she had no confidence.

Natsume smiled. "The daimyo position will go to someone else. You'll continue managing the Sunny Miles Trading Company."

The importance of the economy spoke for itself.

He needed someone he trusted to manage it.

No one fit better than Hinae.

"That's good," Hinae didn't feel like she'd lost power—she actually felt relieved.

If she became daimyo and messed up Natsume's plans, she would blame herself even more.

She was a rare woman who didn't fight or compete.

It was related to what she'd been through.

"I'm eating lunch here today," Natsume said.

 "Okay!" Hinae immediately smiled, got up from his embrace, and said, "I'll go prepare right now."

 "…" Natsume hesitated, then chuckled softly.

 He didn't want to interrupt her sincerity.

 He had planned to relax first.

 But it was fine.

 Natsume walked toward the backyard.

 He opened the door.

 Yugito, very obediently, came before him and lifted her head to look at him.

 Ever since Matatabi defected, she seemed to have accepted fate and stopped entertaining other thoughts.

 After all, there was a mole inside her.

 Even if she wanted to run, she couldn't escape.

 So she might as well be a cat.

 Natsume picked up the black cat and leaned back on the sofa.

 He gently kneaded her cheeks and asked, "Want to go to Konoha?"

 Yugito looked puzzled.

 What did it mean—want to go to Konoha Village?

 Still, she did have a lingering question.

 Natsume was the Hokage.

 And she was a Kumogakure prisoner.

 By logic, she should have been sent to Konoha.

 But she was in Land of Wave instead.

 "How about letting you join the Hokage Guard Squad?" Natsume lowered his head and asked.

 Yugito's instinct was to refuse.

 In her current state, she absolutely didn't want to show her face.

 And joining the Hokage Guard Squad?

 That was a joke.

 A Kumogakure jinchūriki becoming Konoha's upper management?

 If the Fourth Raikage, Killer B, Mabui, and the others ever found out, she'd never be able to wash the stigma away.

 At that thought, Yugito suddenly felt dazed.

 Could she even go back?

 She knew very well she couldn't stop Natsume's decision.

 Yugito sighed inwardly and nodded.

 "Don't worry," Natsume said, patting her head. "I'll prepare a mask for you."

 If Yugito joined the Hokage Guard Squad under her true face, he wasn't afraid of Kumogakure's reaction.

 But it would be hard to explain internally.

 Too much trouble—so he just wouldn't tell anyone.

 Like Uchiha Shisui, he'd have her double as ANBU.

 Hearing that, Yugito felt somewhat better.

 Given the current situation, joining the Hokage Guard Squad might actually be better.

 Staying in a room all day in a catgirl outfit was pretty boring.

 Going to Konoha—moving to a bigger place—

 Might not be bad.

 "There's still time before noon," Natsume said, pinching Yugito's chin. "Let's play a game."

 He remembered a game from his past life called Nekopara.

 A cat girl game.

 Pretty fun.

Yugito's ears twitched under her cat-eared headband, her tail—part of the humiliating outfit Natsume had forced her into—swishing nervously behind her.

She was dressed like some twisted fantasy: a skimpy black leotard that hugged her curves, leaving her toned thighs exposed, with fluffy cat paws on her hands and feet, and a collar around her neck that jingled softly with every movement.

Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing her flushed face, and her blue eyes widened in a mix of apprehension and reluctant curiosity.

Natsume's grip on her chin was firm, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over her soft lips.

"Game?" she murmured, her voice a low purr despite herself, the jinchūriki's pride warring with the submission she'd been conditioned into. But her body betrayed her—her nipples were already hardening against the thin fabric of her outfit, visible peaks straining for attention.

Natsume smirked, his hand sliding down from her chin to trace the curve of her neck, then lower, cupping one of her full breasts through the leotard.

He squeezed gently at first, feeling the weight of it in his palm, the soft flesh yielding under his touch. "Yeah, a game where you're my little cat, and I get to play with every inch of you. No holding back, Yugito. Meow for me."

Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she couldn't deny the heat pooling between her legs.

"Lord N-Natsume... I..." She hesitated, but his fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body. She gasped, her back arching involuntarily, pressing her tits harder into his hand. "M-meow..."

"Good girl," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

He pulled her onto his lap, positioning her so she straddled him on the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips.

His erection was already straining against his pants, pressing up against her core through the thin barrier of her outfit.

Yugito could feel the heat of it, the thick length throbbing as she instinctively ground against him, her pussy lips parting slightly under the fabric, already slick with arousal.

Natsume's hands roamed freely now, one sliding up her thigh to hook into the crotch of her leotard, pulling it aside to expose her bare, shaved cunt. Her folds were glistening, swollen with need, her clit peeking out like a pink pearl begging to be touched.

He traced a finger along her slit, collecting her wetness before circling her clit slowly, teasingly. "You're soaking already, aren't you? My little cat in heat."

Yugito whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand as he slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that sensitive spot deep within her tight walls.

Her pussy clenched around him, juices dripping down his knuckles, coating his skin in her essence.

"Ahh... Lord Natsume... please..."

She didn't even know what she was begging for—mercy or more—but her body knew, her tail lashing wildly as waves of pleasure built.

He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers only to bring them to her lips. "Taste yourself, kitty. Lick it clean."

Obediently, she parted her lips, sucking his fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, savoring the salty-sweet tang of her own arousal.

Natsume watched with dark eyes, his free hand unzipping his pants to free his cock.

It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already leaking precum, pulsing with need.

"Now, be a good cat and ride me."

Yugito's breath hitched as she positioned herself, her hands—clad in those ridiculous paw gloves—bracing on his shoulders.

She lowered herself slowly onto his dick, feeling the fat head stretch her entrance, inch by inch filling her up until she was seated fully, her ass pressing against his balls.

"It's so big... filling me..." She moaned, her inner walls fluttering around his girth, accommodating the intrusion as her juices lubricated every thrust.

Natsume gripped her hips, guiding her movements, bouncing her up and down on his cock.

Her tits jiggled with each motion, the leotard slipping down to expose them fully—pert, round breasts with rosy nipples that he leaned forward to capture in his mouth.

He sucked hard on one, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, while his thumb found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles.

Yugito's cries filled the room, a mix of mewls and moans.

Her tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she rode him faster, her hips grinding in a frantic rhythm.

He flipped her suddenly, pinning her back against the sofa, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her relentlessly. His cock plunged deep, hitting her cervix with each powerful stroke, balls slapping against her ass.

Yugito's claws—fake ones from the outfit—dug into the cushions, her body arching as orgasms ripped through her one after another.

The first made her squirt, a gush of clear fluid soaking his shaft and the sofa beneath them, her pussy convulsing like a vice.

Tears were streaming down her face from the overwhelming intensity.

But Natsume didn't stop. He pulled out briefly, only to flip her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, tail raised like an invitation.

He spread her cheeks, admiring the view: her puckered asshole twitching above her dripping cunt, still gaping slightly from his earlier pounding. "Such a pretty little hole," he murmured, spitting on it before pressing a finger inside, working her ass open while his cock slid back into her pussy. The dual penetration had her wailing, her body trembling as he fucked her like an animal, his hips slamming forward with bruising force.

He growled, his free hand spanking her ass until it was red and stinging, the slaps echoing in the room.

Yugito's mind blurred with pleasure, her resistance long gone—she pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her tits swaying pendulously beneath her.

Another orgasm built, this one even stronger, her asshole clenching around his finger as her pussy milked his cock.

Natsume groaned, feeling his own release approaching. He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself furiously before erupting, thick ropes of cum splattering across her back, her ass, and even dripping down to her swollen folds.

Yugito collapsed forward, spent and shaking, her body a mess of sweat, tears, and cum. Her pussy throbbed with aftershocks, leaking a mix of their fluids onto the sofa, her clit still sensitive and pulsing.

She curled up, exhausted, as Natsume leaned back, catching his breath.

…

 A long time later.

 The black cat curled up on the sofa.

 Tears still clung to her face.

 Hinae pushed the door open, saw the scene, and froze.

 But she quickly understood.

 She walked over and said, "This makes it easy to get sick."

 Yugito didn't move.

 Mainly because she had no strength.

 Hinae went to the room, brought a sheet, and covered her.

 "Where's Natsume?"

 "He's over with Karin," Yugito said awkwardly.

 "Get some good rest," Hinae patted her shoulder. "Actually, Natsume is pretty good."

 "…" Yugito was speechless.

 In her view, aside from that aspect, everything else was terrible.

 Thinking about her reaction earlier, her face reddened even more.

 Hinae smiled—she could roughly guess what Yugito was thinking.

 "In the future, everyone will be sisters."

 "You…" Yugito almost asked, Did you go through the same thing as me?

 But that clearly wasn't right.

 Because she could tell Hinae truly liked—perhaps even loved—Natsume.

 Completely different from her.

 Yugito didn't believe she could ever reach that point.

 Hinae left the room.

Karin was eleven now.

Because she was spoiled too much, in Land of Wave she was basically a little demon queen.

Every day she dragged Tayuya around causing trouble everywhere.

But everyone knew their identities, so they could only turn a blind eye.

When Natsume saw them, the two were teaching a group of brats a lesson.

They were beating them until they cried.

Natsume froze.

Good grief.

It's already at this level?

"Big Brother Natsume!" Karin saw him and immediately ran over and hugged him.

Tayuya also stopped what she was doing.

But unlike Karin, she couldn't be that direct. She stood where she was, looking at him—

A conflicted expression.

"What are you doing?" Natsume pointed at the group of kids and asked.

"They bully classmates at school. I tracked them down and beat them up," Karin said, clenching her fist.

School.

She meant Land of Wave University.

It was founded by Hinae.

It mainly provided education for members of the Sunny Miles Trading Company and their children.

The courses were all related to economics.

"I see," Natsume said, rubbing her head. "Well done."

"And Tayuya too!" Karin didn't forget her partner and waved to her.

Tayuya hesitated, then came closer.

Natsume reached out, but she dodged.

She snorted and said, "I only helped Karin. It has nothing to do with you."

"But you told me before you missed Big Brother Natsume," Karin blurted out, exposing her tsundere act.

"N-no I didn't!" Tayuya's face turned red instantly, all the way to her ears.

Paired with her red hair, she looked even more like a steam princess than Hinata.

Karin blinked.

Seeing this, Natsume couldn't help laughing.

This little girl didn't inherit Hinae's temperament at all.

She was a bit like him.

Natsume reached out and pinched Tayuya's cheek.

She didn't move. She lowered her head and didn't dare look at him.

Fortunately, Hinae's arrival rescued her from the awkwardness.

Otherwise, she might have fled in panic.

"Let's eat," Hinae said with a smile.

"Do we have my favorite okonomiyaki?" Karin asked excitedly, held in Natsume's arms.

"Yes," Hinae said, rubbing her head. Then she took Tayuya's hand, and the four of them walked toward the daimyo's mansion.