325. Kaguya and Samui’s Seven-Day Mission

Going on a mission?

Samui was slightly stunned, a little surprised.

This was the first time Hanekawa had asked her to do a mission together.

"Are we leaving right away?"

Samui, doing her best to ignore Hanekawa’s mischievous hand, spoke calmly, "Then I'll go change clothes."

She was currently wearing her secretary uniform — a women's suit with a pencil skirt — which clearly wasn’t suitable for going out.

"No need to change."

Hanekawa, feeling her soft leg flesh through the black stockings, said, "I like this outfit on you."

Hearing that, Samui didn’t say anything further.

Even though a secretary uniform wasn’t ideal for battle, since it was Hanekawa’s request, she couldn't refuse.

"Should I wear one too?"

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki asked thoughtfully.

Hanekawa turned to look at her.

His heart stirred; with Kaguya’s cold and elegant aura, she would surely look incredible in a secretary uniform.

"Samui, go get a white secretary uniform for her," Hanekawa said after a moment's thought.

Samui would wear a black secretary uniform, and Kaguya would wear a white one.

Just thinking about it made Hanekawa’s blood rush.

"Yes," Samui replied and left the Raikage's office.

"Why are you bringing her along?" Kaguya suddenly asked.

Hanekawa felt a little embarrassed.

After all, he had promised Kaguya a six-day journey together.

But — he was a man, after all.

He thought it would be nice to bring Samui along as a little "spice" for the trip.

"Samui’s combat strength isn’t that great; she won't delay us much," Hanekawa coughed lightly and explained.

"No," Kaguya replied expressionlessly.

Hanekawa thought for a moment and raised one finger.

A trace of hesitation appeared on Kaguya’s cold face.

After a few seconds of thought, she nodded slowly.

A silent deal was made.

Simply put, Hanekawa agreed to extend the trip by one extra day in exchange for bringing Samui along.

Kaguya thought it was a good deal since Samui would, at most, waste half a day.

By calculation, she could still enjoy six and a half days for herself.

All in all, she gained from the deal.

Samui, unaware that she had been "traded," would likely have agreed anyway — because it meant one extra day.

"Here," Samui reappeared in the Raikage’s office.

She handed Kaguya a set of secretary clothes — a women’s suit, a white shirt, a pencil skirt, and white stockings.

The style was very similar to Samui’s uniform, just in opposite colors.

Kaguya glanced at the outfit and nodded slightly.

She reached out and began to undress.

Samui widened her eyes in shock.

She hadn’t expected Kaguya to change clothes right on the spot.

Even though she had seen her body a few times before, she still thought it was just too perfect.

Hanekawa sat on the sofa, watching Kaguya change, unable to look away.

Soon, the women's suit and pencil skirt were on; only the white stockings remained.

Holding the stockings, Kaguya walked over to Hanekawa, sat down on the sofa, and lifted her leg.

She pinched the stocking's opening with her fingers and pulled it up slowly from her toes along her calf, stopping at her thigh.

Her delicate, snow-white skin was now covered by the white stockings, looking even more pristine, almost like freshly fallen snow.

The faint texture of the stockings added to the effect.

One word popped into Hanekawa’s mind: Ice cream.

Samui, on the other hand, thought: Amazing.

If it were her, she would never be able to change so calmly in front of Hanekawa.

"All done," Kaguya said, lowering her legs.

"You look beautiful," Hanekawa couldn’t help reaching out to gently caress her plush thighs.

Kaguya looked at him, the corners of her lips slightly curling.

She liked how obsessed Hanekawa was with her.

Because she believed the more obsessed he was, the more seven-day trips like this they would have in the future.

"Let’s head to Hoshigakure first," Hanekawa said after caressing her for a while.

He stood up and used the Flying Thunder God Technique.

The next second, the three of them appeared on a mountain near Hoshigakure.

"Hanekawa," Samui asked proactively, "what do you need me to do? Are we here to steal Hoshigakure’s meteorite?"

As the Raikage’s secretary, she naturally knew the most valuable thing in Hoshigakure was the meteorite that had fallen from the sky.

And as for stealing — well, that was very much the style of Kumogakure.

"Our target is indeed the meteorite," Hanekawa nodded, but then said, "Stealing the meteorite is easy, no rush — the most important thing is to enjoy the journey."

Samui froze for a moment, just as a complex wooden house rose up from the ground in front of her.

Was it really a trip?

She couldn’t help but find it strange.

After all, in her mind, Hanekawa was not only the Hokage but also acting Raikage. How could he have time for a vacation?

Not to mention it wasn’t just two major villages he was responsible for — there was also Iwagakure and Sunagakure.


"Let's go inside, to the rooftop,"
Hanekawa waved his hand grandly and stepped into the living room.

This time, under his control, the wooden house had an added rooftop.

The rooftop was very spacious, furnished with tables, chairs, and a bed.

"Ah, this is really nice,"
Hanekawa lay down on the bed, gazing at the cloudless sky, and couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

Samui instinctively looked around.

The rooftop had no obstructions, offering a clear view of the nearby mountains and forests, and in the distance, the faint outline of Hoshigakure.

This was a perfect spot for cooling off, resting, and admiring the scenery.

Samui snapped back to her senses — only to freeze.

After Hanekawa lay down, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki knelt down gracefully at his left side.

She bent down, her white hair cascading down, her red lips slightly parting as she bit Hanekawa’s left ear.

Samui hesitated for a few seconds, then came to the other side and kissed his other ear.

Hanekawa couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

He could feel the moist warmth coming from both ears.

The pleasant sensation made him narrow his eyes in enjoyment.

Hanekawa stretched out his hand, caressing Kaguya’s thigh clad in white stockings.

Since she was kneeling, the white stockings were pulled tight.

Hanekawa didn’t mind at all.

Meanwhile, his right hand rested on Samui’s thigh wrapped in black stockings.

Hanekawa glanced left and right.

One black, one white — the visual contrast was striking.

But he knew this was just the beginning.

Soon, he felt their kisses move from his ears to his face.

Kaguya was quicker; she sealed his lips first.

Samui, seeing this, could only kiss his cheek.

After Kaguya moved away, Samui finally kissed his lips.

Hanekawa felt something strange yet pleasant.

Two kisses — similar, yet distinctly different.

As he was savoring the sensation, he suddenly felt a weight press down on him.

Kaguya had already sat down on his thighs.

Hanekawa couldn't help but laugh.

This goddess of the rabbit clan was even more impatient than he was.

Kaguya tilted her head back, her white-stockinged thighs tightening, her delicate, snow-white toes curling slightly.

She had already put some thought into it when she was changing clothes earlier.



She was only wearing white stockings and a tight skirt.

That way, she could always be ready at a moment’s notice.

Samui pressed her lips together.

Because she was a step too slow, she ended up falling behind at every turn, letting Kaguya Ōtsutsuki seize the advantage.

"Samui, what are you spacing out for?"

Hanekawa reached out and gave a gentle tug.

Her white shirt immediately popped open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin to the open air.

"Sorry,"

Samui snapped back to her senses.

She bent down, cupped Hanekawa’s head with both hands, and pressed him against her chest.

Her flawless skin covered his face like soft cotton.

In Hanekawa’s field of vision, there was only endless whiteness.

A rich, intoxicating scent surrounded him.

He couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Samui shifted her body slightly, pressing Hanekawa’s head with her knee for better support.

She freed her right hand and began to gently massage his head.

Compared to Samui’s tenderness, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki was much rougher, making his head ache with her pressure.

Fortunately, Hanekawa now had the sturdy physique of the Ōtsutsuki clan, so he wasn’t too worried.

He opened his mouth and kissed Samui’s chest.

Samui’s body trembled slightly, but she kept her movements steady, continuing to massage him.

Hanekawa reached out both hands, caressing her back.

Samui’s figure was perfect.

Plump, round, and slender — three words that described her different charms.

"Ha... Hanekawa..."

Samui bit her lip, her body squirming slightly in unease.

She was being teased by Hanekawa, while also enduring Kaguya’s relentless playing — it was pure torment.

"Let go of me,"

Hanekawa exhaled and said.

"Yes,"

Samui obediently released him and straightened up.

"Kaguya,"

Hanekawa turned his gaze to Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

Maybe it was the heat, but her face was slightly flushed, her skin burning to the touch, and faint, melodious sounds escaped her lips.

When she heard Hanekawa call her, her snowy-white eyes regained a bit of clarity.

"You've both been massaging for quite a while; it’s time to lie down and rest for a bit,"

Hanekawa sat up, gave Kaguya’s backside a light pat, and said, "Be good."

Kaguya glanced at Samui, then nodded lightly.

It wasn’t that she pitied Samui — she simply wanted to eliminate her sooner.

Kaguya stood up, then quickly lay down on the bed again.

More precisely, she lay face down on the bed.

Samui lay down next to her, side by side.

Hanekawa instinctively swallowed hard.

From his perspective, the scene was incredibly tempting.

Especially those perfectly round hips.

Comparing the two, Hanekawa felt that Samui had a slight edge.

Of course, Kaguya was no slouch either.

Hanekawa pulled himself together, not wasting any time, and began helping them with their massages.


He didn’t leave any part unattended, thoroughly relieving all the fatigue from their bodies.

Seven days passed both quickly and slowly.

For Samui, it felt excruciatingly slow.

Every moment was torture for her.

Yet amidst the suffering, there was also a lingering attachment.

As for Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, she felt that the time had flown by.

She hadn’t even had her fill of enjoyment before it was already over.

"It’s about time. We need to carry out the mission now. If we delay any longer, it’ll affect the Hidden Leaf Village,"

Hanekawa stood atop the rooftop, stretching lazily.

Over the past week, he had truly understood what it meant to fight with unrestrained pleasure.

The only regret was that there weren’t enough participants.

If someday Tsunade, Kurenai Yuhi, and Mei Terumi could join in too, then he could die without any regrets.

"I... I’ll go get..."

Samui started to speak but was quickly interrupted.

"With your current state, you should rest a little more,"

Hanekawa reached out and gently patted her head.

Samui immediately flushed with embarrassment.

She truly was out of stamina.

"Kaguya and I will go,"

Hanekawa said as he changed into his clothes, "You just wait for us here."

"Okay,"

Samui nodded obediently.

Hanekawa looked over at Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

At this moment, she was no longer wearing her secretary uniform but had changed into an Anbu outfit, complete with an Anbu mask.

It was her way of showing obedience — no stealing the spotlight, only absolute compliance.

Hanekawa couldn’t help but smile.

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki was thoroughly satisfied with the past week’s life, so the once lofty Rabbit Goddess had turned back into a submissive Anbu subordinate.

Though when he thought of "lofty," it referred not to her attitude, but her position.

Hanekawa grabbed Kaguya’s hand and used the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport directly into Hoshigakure.

Hoshigakure hadn't been established for long. You could tell just by the number of Hoshikage — only three in total.

The meteorite they possessed was mentioned in the original story, having fallen from the sky about two hundred years ago.

Hanekawa suspected it had dropped from the Moon.

After all, two hundred years ago, the Moon housed the Ōtsutsuki Clan and the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

Given that the main and branch families of the Ōtsutsuki were at war back then, it was entirely plausible for a meteorite to have fallen.

"There’s a familiar aura,"

Kaguya suddenly spoke.

"What kind of aura?"

Hanekawa asked, snapping back to attention.

"The Divine Tree,"

Kaguya replied calmly.

"As expected,"

Hanekawa felt his earlier guess had been right all along.

"You there — who are you?"

Four shinobi wearing Hoshigakure forehead protectors quickly surrounded them.

"We're shinobi from the Hidden Leaf Village,"

Hanekawa answered casually. "We’d like to meet your Hoshikage."

"Hidden Leaf shinobi?"

The four immediately showed signs of unrest.

Though Hoshigakure wasn’t isolated from the world, they were well aware of how powerful Konoha had become in today’s shinobi world.

"Please follow me,"

After a few seconds of hesitation, a middle-aged shinobi finally spoke.

Hanekawa and Kaguya followed him and soon arrived before the Third Hoshikage.

"I wonder what business brings the Hidden Leaf Village’s envoys to us?"

The Third Hoshikage’s attitude was notably humble.

In the original story, Akahoshi had become arrogant and overconfident because of the meteorite, thinking he could unite the shinobi world.

But this Third Hoshikage was much more cautious, not believing the meteorite had such overwhelming power.

Especially compared to the current Hokage of Konoha — Hanekawa — whose feats were beyond the reach of any mere meteorite.

"The meteorite,"

Hanekawa smiled as he spoke. "Or rather, what you call the 'Star'."

The Third Hoshikage’s expression changed drastically, his body stiffening on the spot.

But Kaguya Ōtsutsuki didn’t have Hanekawa’s patience.

With a casual wave of her hand, the meteorite flew straight into her grasp.

"Put that down!"

The Third Hoshikage shouted urgently.

"Shut up,"

Kaguya gave him a cold glance.

Her white eyes flashed slightly, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the room, making the Third Hoshikage feel like he had plunged into an icy abyss.

He stared at her in horror.

Her overwhelming power left him with no will to resist.

"This is a piece of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path’s flesh,"

Kaguya examined the meteorite carefully and said, "It fell from the Moon, undergoing some mutations along the way."

"Hoshikage,"

Hanekawa turned to the Third Hoshikage and asked, "Are you aware that training with this meteorite brings severe side effects?"

"I..."

The Third Hoshikage opened his mouth, then admitted honestly, "Yes, I know."

"If you knew, why did you still let them train with it?"

Hanekawa raised an eyebrow.

"It’s a tradition of Hoshigakure,"

The Third Hoshikage sighed. "I wanted to ban it, but everyone opposed me."

Hanekawa mused silently.

It seemed that banning training with the meteorite wouldn’t be something solved overnight.

Though eventually, in the original story, the Third Hoshikage did succeed.

But he was killed by Akahoshi because of it.

"So in a way, me taking the meteorite is helping you all,"

Hanekawa chuckled, grabbing Kaguya’s wrist lightly.

"..."

The Third Hoshikage twitched the corner of his mouth awkwardly.

"If you want the meteorite back, come find me at Konoha,"

Hanekawa said, smiling. "My name is Hanekawa."

With that, he used the Flying Thunder God Technique once again, vanishing with Kaguya, leaving behind a thoroughly stunned Third Hoshikage.