Samui: Kumo’s Hottest Secret - Chapter 3 [END] #Paid Member (Patreon)

The golden midday sun spilled over the Kumogakure balcony, glinting off the rooftops below. Samui stood there, her cool blue eyes as unreadable as ever — calm, collected, the perfect shinobi.

But today, that calm cracked just a little.

With slow, deliberate fingers, she untied her obi. The soft fabric slipped from her shoulders, catching the sunlight as it fell to the floor. Her skin glowed warm under the sun, her toned curves shining with a subtle sheen.

She glanced at him, tilting her head slightly.
“...Don’t look so shocked,” she said, her voice calm, almost teasing. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Piece by piece, she let the rest of her clothing drop until she stood bare, the sunlight caressing every inch of her body. Her chest rose with slow, steady breaths as she brought her hands up, squeezing her own breasts gently, almost testing him.

“...You’re staring too much,” she added with that trademark deadpan tone, though the corner of her lips curled into a faint smirk.

The man stepped closer, but Samui put a hand on his chest, guiding him to sit instead.
“Sit. I’ll… handle this.”

She knelt gracefully in front of him, the sunlight highlighting every smooth movement. Her breasts pressed around his growing hardness, and she began to move — slow, rhythmic, every bounce deliberate. Her cool expression barely changed, but the faint pink in her cheeks betrayed her enjoyment.

“...Hnh… still think I’m just a cold woman?” she murmured, glancing up with half-lidded eyes.

Then she lowered her head, her tongue sliding teasingly along his tip before taking him fully into her mouth. Her motions were measured, precise — Samui approached pleasure like she approached combat: perfection in every move. The soft slurps and her quiet, controlled breaths filled the warm afternoon air.

When she pulled back, a thin trail of saliva glistened in the sunlight.
“You taste… better than expected,” she whispered, almost to herself, before standing tall again.

The man couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, and Samui smirked faintly as he pressed her against the balcony railing.

She lifted one leg, hooking it around his hip as he thrust into her — standing, bodies moving to the rhythm of the warm breeze. The sunlight reflected on her skin as she bit her lip, holding back a louder moan.
“...Don’t get sloppy,” she teased, even as her breaths grew heavier.

Moments later, he lifted her completely, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. The standing thrusts grew harder, deeper, Samui’s cool expression finally breaking into quiet gasps of pleasure.

Finally, she pushed him down to the floor, straddling him confidently in a cowgirl position. Her hips moved in slow, heavy rolls at first, then faster, her blonde hair catching the sunlight as it whipped with her movements.

“...Enjoy the view while you can,” she said between breathless moans, a sly smirk flashing as her pace quickened.

The warmth of the midday sun mixed with the heat of their bodies until Samui finally arched her back, riding him harder, her voice cracking as the pleasure took her over. Her climax hit fast, her toned body trembling, yet even then, her trademark composure returned — a satisfied, smug smile on her flushed face.

“...Guess I’m not so ‘cool’ after all,” she whispered, catching her breath as she looked down at him with that same calm, piercing gaze.