279. Samui's Fulfilling Day

"Back in the Hidden Leaf Village again," Atsui sighed.

Samui heard his complaint but didn't say much.

She gazed ahead, her view blocked by the Forest of Death, preventing her from seeing the village.

Her thoughts drifted to Hanekawa.

What was he doing now?

They say that a day apart feels like three years.

Since returning to the Hidden Cloud Village, Samui had felt an unbearable longing, and now she could finally see Hanekawa again.

She pursed her lips, feeling a tightness in her chest and a faint tingling sensation throughout her body.

"Wait!" Atsui's eyes narrowed in surprise. "Is that Hanekawa? Is he here to welcome us again?"

The first time they came to the Hidden Leaf Village, it made sense for Hanekawa to greet them.

But this was the second time.

Given Hanekawa's status, there was no need for him to personally welcome them; he could have just sent a couple of ninjas to handle it.

Samui instinctively looked up upon hearing this.

When she saw Hanekawa, she couldn't help but smile.

She knew the answer to Atsui's question.

Hanekawa was likely here to welcome them because of her. A warm feeling spread through her heart.

"Welcome, everyone," Hanekawa said casually, his gaze resting on Samui's face. "It's been a while."

"Lord Hanekawa," Samui replied, suppressing her joy and maintaining a cold tone.

Atsui and the others quickly bowed in greeting.

"Go and handle the handover," Hanekawa nodded. "If you have any issues, come find me."

Without lingering, he turned and used the Flying Thunder God Technique to disappear.

"He's really hard to figure out," Atsui scratched his head, puzzled.

If Hanekawa didn't care, he wouldn't have come to greet them. But if he did care, it didn't seem like it, since he only said a few words before leaving, making it hard to feel his sincerity.

"He's the Hokage's assistant. His presence alone is enough," Samui said calmly.

"True," Atsui agreed, feeling a bit envious. Hanekawa wasn't much older than him, yet he was already a significant figure in the ninja world.

Even the Hidden Cloud Village had to tread carefully around him, not daring to provoke him.

"Let's go," Samui said, turning her gaze away. "We should meet up with Shi and the others."

Hanekawa returned to the ANBU base.

Although he wanted to share his feelings with Samui, it wasn't appropriate with others around. Plus, they still had work to do.

He decided to wait until noon to see her.

Hanekawa snapped out of his thoughts and picked up a document on his desk.

It was an invitation from the Fourth Kazekage, Pakura, inviting him to her inauguration ceremony.

After some consideration, Hanekawa decided to decline.

The Kazekage inauguration ceremony was similar to the Hokage's, and there was nothing particularly new about it.

If he went to the Hidden Sand Village, many people would likely lose sleep over it.

Besides, Hanekawa had already achieved his goal—the Scorch Release ninjutsu.

Scorch Release, a combination of wind and fire, was a simple yet terrifying kekkei genkai.

It raised the target's body temperature, evaporating their moisture and turning them into desiccated corpses.

In a sense, it was an incredibly powerful bloodline ability.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," Hanekawa said without looking up, still focused on the Scorch Release techniques.

The door opened, and the sound of footsteps followed.

The sound was crisp, like the clicking of high heels against the floor.

Hanekawa instinctively looked up and was momentarily stunned by what he saw.

Samui had entered, but she was now dressed in a secretary's outfit.

She was already tall, standing at 168 cm, but with high heels, she appeared to be over 170 cm, giving her a perfect, statuesque figure.

The tailored women's suit hugged her body, accentuating her curves.

The slightly open collar revealed a glimpse of her white blouse and the fullness beneath.

The pencil skirt she wore showcased her long, black-stockinged legs, leaving no skin exposed, as if she were wearing sheer black stockings.

"Lord Hanekawa," Samui said, bowing deeply with an expressionless face.

As she moved, the suit tightened, revealing even more of her figure.

"Is the handover done already? Why are you here so quickly?" Hanekawa reached out and grabbed her skirt, feeling the softness of her body.

"N-Not yet," Samui's eyes glistened, her emotions stirring.

Hanekawa's hand slid down to her black-stockinged thigh.

The material was smooth and warm, and he could faintly feel the flesh beneath the stockings.

"I left Atsui in charge of the handover," Samui continued. "He's impatient, so giving him more work will help temper him."

"You seem impatient too," Hanekawa said, letting go and gesturing for her to come closer.

Samui understood his intention and stepped forward, bending down.

"You're beautiful," Hanekawa said, leaning in to kiss her soft, pink lips.

Samui's legs immediately felt weak.

She was already bent over, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The suit bore the brunt of the strain, threatening to give way.

Hanekawa, ever the helper, reached out to relieve the pressure on the suit.

Samui let out a muffled groan, but with her lips sealed, she couldn't beg for mercy.

She felt as if she were on the edge of a cliff, both terrified and exhilarated.

After what felt like an eternity, her torment finally ended.

"I still have work to do," Hanekawa said softly, looking at Samui's flushed face.

"…?" Samui's red face showed confusion.

She had clearly seen that Hanekawa was ready for action. And so was she.

"Let's try a different approach," Hanekawa said, pressing a finger against Samui's glistening lips.

Samui blinked, not quite understanding.

"You're wearing a secretary's outfit today, so you're my secretary," Hanekawa said with a smile.

"I have my work, and you have yours."

He pulled his hand back and picked up another document.

Samui glanced down and immediately understood what he wanted.

She hesitated for a moment, as she had never done something like this before.

But in the end, she made up her mind.

Biting her lip, Samui crouched down, her voluptuous body disappearing from view.

If someone were to look into the room from the doorway, they would only see Hanekawa diligently working.

The second document was about Shinnō.

As Hanekawa opened it, he let out a slow breath. He felt a warm sensation.

After a few seconds of adjustment, he continued reading.

Shinnō had been busy in the Hidden Leaf Village recently.

First, he had been helping at the Hidden Leaf Hospital, earning praise from many medical ninjas.

Second, he had been training tirelessly with Might Duy and Might Guy, mastering the Eight Gates.


Third, he had recently sneaked into the Hokage Building and stolen the sealing techniques he needed.

After obtaining the techniques, he had fled the village overnight.

Hanekawa glanced down. Samui's cheeks were puffed out, her eyes slightly narrowed, with a hint of white showing.

She was breathing heavily, her face serious, as if she were trying to melt him.

Hanekawa chuckled to himself, thinking he couldn't afford to slack off either. He continued reading the document.

According to ANBU's tracking, Shinnō had returned to the ruins of the Hidden Sky Village.

It wasn't exactly ruins anymore, as the area had become a forested mountain. Shinnō was living in a village near the ruins.

As a medical ninja, he had been helping the villagers, earning their high regard.

Hanekawa narrowed his eyes, trying to recall.

But with Samui's distractions, his memories were fragmented.

He remembered that the villagers of this village were eventually captured by Shinnō and used as fuel for the Zero-Tails.

Beneath the forest lay the unfinished Ancor Vantian. It seemed they would have to wait a bit longer.

Hanekawa stroked his chin. This mission could be done with Yuuhi Kurenai and Nohara Rin.

The reason was simple: Shinnō had stolen the Hidden Leaf's techniques, so retrieving them was only natural.

It wasn't like when Hanekawa had gone to the Hidden Waterfall Village to steal the Hero's Water, where he had to hide his identity.

Hanekawa set the document aside and raised an eyebrow.

Samui, perhaps thinking he was cold, had pressed two soft pillows against his head.

Hanekawa didn't refuse. He steadied himself and picked up the third document.

This document was from Konan. It contained a list of recent recruits for the Akatsuki, gathered by Nagato.


Hanekawa noticed a familiar name on the list: Sasori of the Red Sand.

He was Chiyo's grandson, who had defected from the Hidden Sand Village after killing the Third Kazekage.


Sasori was arguably the strongest puppeteer in the ninja world.

Not only did he control numerous puppets, but he had also turned the Third Kazekage and himself into human puppets.

In the original story, he was recruited by Konan and partnered with Deidara, eventually dying at the hands of Chiyo and Haruno Sakura.

As for Deidara, he was still too young and remained in the Hidden Stone Village.

Hanekawa pondered.

It would be difficult to reassemble the original Akatsuki members.

Kakuzu had been recruited by him, while Obito Uchiha and Biwa Juzo were dead.

Itachi Uchiha, Orochimaru, and Kisame hadn't defected. Deidara and Hidan were still too young.

The only recruit available to the Akatsuki now was Sasori of the Red Sand.

Nagato would surely provide new keywords, but Hanekawa wasn't sure if Sasori would.

If he did, it would likely be related to puppetry.

As for Nagato, Hanekawa couldn't guess what keywords he might offer.

After all, Nagato had many unique traits: the Rinnegan, being a member of the Uzumaki clan, and leading the Akatsuki.

After finishing the document, Hanekawa looked satisfied.

He had been running two processors at full capacity, but now he could shut one down and focus on enjoying himself.

After a while, Hanekawa instinctively gripped the document tightly before gradually relaxing. He knew Samui had finished her task.

"Have some water," Hanekawa said, handing her the cup from his desk.

He wasn't the kind of boss to overwork his employees.

Samui didn't hesitate, taking the cup and gulping down the water.

After finishing, she caught her breath, licked her lips, and said, "It's good."

"Good girl," Hanekawa said, somewhat surprised.

"It's my duty," Samui replied, standing with her long, black-stockinged legs slightly pressed together, her eyes unabashedly fixed on him.

After working for so long, she was in pain.

"Samui, do you want to join the ANBU?" Hanekawa asked, not in a hurry.

After all, the work was done, and his stress had lessened.

"The ANBU?" Samui was taken aback, hesitating.

"But I'm a ninja from the Hidden Cloud Village."

"That doesn't matter," Hanekawa explained.

"ANBU members don't usually show their true faces."

"Then I'll join," Samui said, her eyes lighting up.

"The ANBU uniform is here," Hanekawa said, pulling out a set of ANBU gear.

He paused, then added, "But it might be a bit uncomfortable for you."

"It's fine," Samui shook her head.

"That's not what I meant," Hanekawa clarified, realizing she had misunderstood.

"Your figure is too good. To avoid being recognized, you'll need to bind yourself more tightly."

Samui blinked, then understood.

But instead of being upset, she was pleased. It meant Hanekawa liked her figure.

"Don't worry," Hanekawa added with a smile.

"When no one's around, you can let loose."

Samui's face turned crimson.

"Let's go to your place for a bath," Hanekawa said, standing up and taking her hand.

He activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.

"I... I need to brush my teeth first," Samui said, rushing to the bathroom as soon as they arrived at her home.

Hanekawa followed her to the bathroom. He glanced at the bathtub, thinking it was a bit small.

Fortunately, he carried a portable bathtub with him for missions, as the houses created by the Wood Release: Four Pillar House Technique didn't come with furniture.

"I... I'll help you bathe," Samui said, her face red as she entered.

"Then I'll trouble you," Hanekawa agreed without hesitation.

Once the bathtub was filled, Hanekawa undressed and stepped in.


He turned to Samui and raised an eyebrow.

Her secretary outfit was set aside, revealing her fair skin. Hanekawa couldn't help but think that her figure was unmatched, second only to Tsunade's.

Samui, feeling his gaze, instinctively crossed her arms, which only accentuated her curves.

Hanekawa's eyes trailed down to her straight, pale legs and full, rounded hips, unable to look away.

Samui, suppressing her shyness, stepped forward and knelt behind Hanekawa.

She let out a sigh of relief, picked up the body wash, and began applying it to his back.

"Loofah," Hanekawa reminded her.

Samui was puzzled.

She didn't remember having a loofah at home, but then she realized what he meant.

There were indeed two.

"Good," Hanekawa closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the warm, soft loofah against his back.

"From now on, whenever you have time, put on the ANBU uniform and come to my office," Hanekawa said casually.

"Okay," Samui replied softly.

"After joining the ANBU, you don't need to interact much with the other members. Your job will essentially be my secretary," Hanekawa added, thinking it over.

ANBU members were elite ninjas, and he was worried Samui's identity might be exposed.

"Understood," Samui said obediently.

"What animal mask do you like?" Hanekawa asked, turning to face her.

"I... I like dragons," Samui said, her gaze dropping briefly before looking away. She was thinking of Hanekawa's title, "Dragon of the Hidden Leaf."

"Then I'll give you a female dragon mask," Hanekawa said, raising his arms. "Time to switch sides."

"Okay," Samui straightened up and reached out to hug him from the front.

Hanekawa sighed softly, gently stroking Samui's warm, damp back.

Samui's eyes grew misty, her expression becoming dazed.

"Alright, Samui," Hanekawa patted her back and let her go.

Samui regained some clarity.

"It's not over yet," Hanekawa said, sitting in the bathtub and patting his thigh.

Samui glanced down, her blush deepening. She straightened up and sat on his lap, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Living the good life, huh?" Hanekawa teased, smiling as he watched Samui.

His senses were heightened, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. It was like an endless whirlpool.

Hanekawa leaned back in the bathtub, quietly admiring Samui's alluring expression and the graceful movements of her body as she danced.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally collapsed, exhausted.

Hanekawa reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Rest well," he said softly. "I'll help you bathe."

Samui, her face flushed, nodded and turned around, bracing herself against the edge of the bathtub.

Hanekawa stood up and thoroughly washed her, inside and out.

Samui was completely drained, her voluptuous body collapsing into Hanekawa's arms, her fingers too weak to move.

Hanekawa carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep almost immediately.

Hanekawa reached out and smoothed the furrowed brow on her sleeping face.

He shook his head.

Samui had pushed herself to the limit, refusing to beg for mercy, and had ended up in this state.

A look of affection appeared in Hanekawa's eyes. Although his initial intentions had been purely physical, he had genuinely grown to care for Samui.

Hanekawa didn't disturb her rest or leave. He sat at Samui's desk and began writing Demon Slayer.


Over the two weeks, he had been writing intermittently, so the progress wasn’t particularly fast.

But fortunately, it was now nearing completion.

The original manga had 23 volumes, but he had only written the first two volumes.

Once it was written, he would hand it over to Tsuchibashi to handle.

The rest of the matters were no longer his concern.

Even if it didn’t become popular, it didn’t matter. He could fabricate data; if it didn’t become a bestseller, it could still become a viral sensation.

After all, Hanekawa’s goal was to legitimize the royalties from his less-than-serious novels.

In addition, there was the company he had asked Kakuzu to establish.

In the future, any money earned could also be used under similar pretenses.

Hanekawa could even make movies as a way to launder the funds.

Coincidentally, the ninja world did have movies.

After finishing his writing, Hanekawa glanced at Samui. She was still asleep, looking very peaceful.

He wasn’t surprised.

Hanekawa put away the completed Demon Slayer manuscript and sat cross-legged on the sofa, beginning to train in Sage Mode.

Natural energy was everywhere.

But the three great summoning animal sanctuaries were the most concentrated sources.

Hanekawa had already passed the first hurdle in Sage Mode training, so he didn’t need to go to Shikkotsu Forest every time to practice.

Even in Konoha, he could sense natural energy.

Although it was relatively sparse, it was enough for training.

Time passed slowly.

Samui’s eyelashes fluttered, and she woke up.

Opening her eyes, she saw Hanekawa on the sofa and immediately remembered what had happened earlier. A radiant expression appeared on her face.

Samui instinctively tried to sit up but winced, letting out a soft groan.

“Awake?” Hanekawa ended his training and walked over to her.

“Yes,” Samui nodded.

“Don’t move.”

Hanekawa reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead.

Samui looked at him in confusion.

Only when a faint green chakra glow appeared did she realize what Hanekawa was doing.

She soon felt a warm sensation throughout her body, and the previous soreness and fatigue completely disappeared.

“Thank you.”

Samui grabbed his hand and gently rubbed her cheek against the back of it, like a cat.

Hanekawa looked at her and felt a stir in his heart.

“Um… should I put on my ANBU uniform now?”

Samui looked up at him and asked.

“Yes.”

Hanekawa took a step back and said, “Let’s see if it’s too obvious.”

Samui took out her ANBU uniform.

She didn’t put it on directly but instead got out of bed.

Samui stood in front of Hanekawa, completely naked.

She smiled shyly and took out some white bandages.

She first wrapped the bandages around her body and then put on the ANBU uniform.

The uniform consisted of a black bodysuit and a gray vest.

In addition, there was a white hooded coat.

“Not bad.”

Hanekawa looked her over and said, “As long as it’s not someone who knows you very well, they won’t recognize you.”

“Yes.”

Samui nodded happily.

This way, she could spend more time with him.

“I’ll cook for you first. Tomorrow morning, come to my office to start work.”

Hanekawa glanced at the sky outside the window and said.

Samui had slept for almost the entire afternoon, and it was now dusk.

“I’ll give you your mask tomorrow.”

Hanekawa then headed to the kitchen.

He didn’t plan to stay for dinner, so he just made a bowl of tonkotsu ramen.

Although it was just ramen, with his abilities, it was a delicacy.

“Aren’t you eating?”

Samui took a sip and felt her stomach warm up, just like when she was bathing earlier, hot and intense.

“My teacher is still waiting for me to go back and cook.”

Hanekawa said with a smile.

Samui keenly sensed a different reaction when he mentioned Tsunade.

But it had nothing to do with her.

She never expected Hanekawa to marry her; maintaining the status quo was already good enough.

“I’ll go first.”

Hanekawa kissed her on the forehead and then disappeared.

Samui touched her forehead and immediately smiled.

Hanekawa didn’t go directly back to Tsunade’s house.

He first went to the ANBU to have Haru help make a mask.

Then he went to the Konoha Knowledge Bookstore, met Tsuchibashi, and handed him the novel Demon Slayer.

Tsuchibashi would find someone to polish the text and draw the manga for simultaneous publication.

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A new day.

Hanekawa came to Samui’s room.

But she wasn’t there.

Mind’s Eye!

Hanekawa closed his eyes and soon found Samui.

She was downstairs having breakfast with Atsui and others.

Seeing this, Hanekawa lay down on her bed.

A pleasant fragrance filled the air.

He felt inexplicably calm.

Hanekawa looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, thinking about how to reduce the difficulty of learning the Yin Seal.

With his current strength and various abilities, he could be considered the strongest of his time.

And these abilities didn’t just enhance ninjutsu; they also boosted comprehension and understanding.

This was very helpful for modifying ninjutsu.

After finishing breakfast, Samui went upstairs.

After all, Hanekawa had said last night that he would come.

Samui opened the door with anticipation, and her lips curled into a smile.

She walked a few steps forward to the bedside.

“Good morning.”

Hanekawa turned his head and saw two straight, pale legs.

Samui’s usual attire was a low-cut light gray top and a black skirt.

“This is for you.”

Hanekawa’s gaze moved upward, and he could see the top supporting her ample chest.

“Thank you.”

Samui took the mask, looked at it for a moment, and said, “I like it.”

“You need a codename to join the ANBU. Your codename will be Dragon Maiden.”

Hanekawa sat up, hugged Samui’s legs, and pressed his face against her abdomen, saying.

Calling her just “Dragon” would be strange, but “Dragon Maiden” sounded more appropriate.

“Yes.”

Samui blushed and nodded.

She remembered what had happened during last night’s bath.

Her previously flat abdomen now had a slight curve.

She felt that she and Hanekawa were inseparable, heart to heart, and very happy.

“What are you thinking about?”

Hanekawa stood up and looked at her.

Her expression was indescribably alluring, as if she was holding something back.

“I…”

Samui’s heart raced, and her legs nervously pressed together.

“Put on your ANBU uniform, and let’s go to the office.”

Hanekawa smiled and patted her butt, saying.

“Yes.”

Samui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at Hanekawa and, without any hesitation, began changing clothes in front of him.

Hanekawa twitched his lips.

If it weren’t for work, he would have taken her right then and there.

Samui put on her ANBU uniform and wore the mask.

Hanekawa looked her over, took her hand, and used the Flying Thunder God Technique.

The two appeared in the ANBU base.

“Haru.”

Hanekawa let go of Samui and called out.

The door opened.

Haru walked in.

When she saw Samui, she was slightly puzzled.

She didn’t remember there being an ANBU member with a female dragon mask.

“Her name is Dragon Maiden. You don’t need to ask about her real identity.”

Hanekawa directly instructed, “From now on, she will notify me of any ANBU matters, and I will also have her notify you of my instructions.”

“Yes.”

Although Haru was confused, she complied.

“Go and hand over the work to her.”

Hanekawa looked at Samui and said.

“Yes.”

Samui nodded and left the office with Haru.

Hanekawa sat at his desk, thought for a moment, and then took out paper and a pen.

He was going to draft a mission related to Shinnō.

The mission was to recover the stolen sealing techniques and the Eight Gates.

Considering Shinnō’s strength and the involvement of the Hidden Sky Village, he classified the mission as S-rank.

Hanekawa smiled.

Yūhi Kurenai would definitely be happy when she saw it.

“Lord Hanekawa.”

In the afternoon, Samui reappeared.

After spending half a day with Haru, she had a general understanding of the ANBU’s operations.

Moreover, her workload wasn’t heavy, so she didn’t waste much time.

“Yes.”

Hanekawa glanced at her.

Now, she was fully covered, with only a hint of her figure visible.

“Lord Hanekawa.”

Samui took out a scroll and said, “This is intelligence from the Land of Rice.”

Hanekawa raised an eyebrow.

Intelligence from the Land of Rice meant it was from Orochimaru.

Had he already achieved results so quickly?

Hanekawa opened the scroll and read it.

After a moment, he couldn’t help but admire Orochimaru.

The scroll mentioned that after arriving in the Land of Rice, Orochimaru had subjugated a ninja clan called the Fūma clan.

The Fūma clan did exist in the original story, as a declining ninja clan in the Land of Rice.

After Orochimaru established the Hidden Sound Village, they pledged loyalty to him, hoping to use his power to revive their clan.

But they were ruthlessly exploited by Orochimaru and nearly wiped out.

However, with Hanekawa’s butterfly effect, the Fūma clan wouldn’t suffer such a fate.

After all, they were short on manpower at the moment.

Although the Fūma clan was in decline, they still had some strength, with three jōnin and several chūnin and genin.

Hanekawa stroked his chin.

In a while, he would visit the Hidden Craftsmen Village to check on Kakuzu’s progress.

Then he could establish his ninja tool company and start making serious money.

Hanekawa snapped out of his thoughts and noticed that Samui had moved behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders to massage him.

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t refuse.

After all, it was just the two of them in the office.

And after fighting for so long, it was time to enjoy himself.

Hanekawa reached out and pinched her thigh.

Samui remained cold and expressionless, as if she hadn’t felt anything, and continued her work with a serious expression.

Time passed slowly, and finally, it was time to leave work.

“How do you feel today?”

Hanekawa stood up and stretched.

“Very fulfilling.”

Samui thought for a moment and said.

Before joining the ANBU, her job was to issue missions at the Cloud Village mission hall.

With eight people taking shifts, she was often idle.

Now, working with Hanekawa, she felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment—both literally and figuratively.

“Next week, come with me on a mission.”

Hanekawa reached out, took off her mask, and said.

He was referring to the mission involving Shinnō.

To retrieve the Ancor Vantian, just him, Yūhi Kurenai, and Nohara Rin wouldn’t be enough. They needed more people.

“Yes.”

Samui nodded.

“I’ll come find you tonight.”

Hanekawa wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

He leaned down and kissed her.

Samui’s mind went blank for a moment, but then she began to respond.

She felt her butt being kneaded, making her weak and her body go limp.

“See you tonight.”

Hanekawa let go of her and helped her put the mask back on.

Night fell.

Yūhi Kurenai stood at the door, practicing water-style ninjutsu.

After mastering the water-style techniques of Senju Tobirama, Hanekawa had also taught her the Hōzuki clan’s water-style secret techniques.

At that moment, she quickly dispersed her chakra and ran outside.

“Hanekawa!”

Yūhi Kurenai stopped with a bright smile.

Hanekawa walked over and hugged her.

Since the last time they kissed in the cabin, their relationship had grown closer.

“You smell nice.”

Yūhi Kurenai suddenly noticed something and said.

“It’s probably from Sensei.”

Hanekawa said without changing his expression.

“It doesn’t smell like Tsunade-sensei’s scent.”

Yūhi Kurenai tilted her head and said.

Hanekawa’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly thought of a solution.

He reached down, grabbed her butt, and gave it a pat.

Yūhi Kurenai’s eyes widened, and her face turned bright red.

She tensed up and instinctively grabbed Hanekawa’s sleeve.

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This worth 2 regular chapters