After separating from Naruto and the rest of the group, I decided my first stop had to be the Golden Quill. The "road trip" had been productive for the village, but my bank account and my personal interests were calling.
The first two volumes of Kunoichi's Forbidden Heat hadn't just been a hit—they were a cultural phenomenon. The demand was so ravenous that Akane had managed to move our entire operation from the cramped back-alleys of the slums to a prime piece of real estate in the bustling central market.
Aside from checking the books and saying hi to my favorite partner, I had the completed manuscript for Volume 3 burning a hole in my inventory. It was time to give the people what they wanted.
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[The Golden Quill Publishing HQ]
The move had been a massive success. What started as a small, cramped office had transformed into a towering, three-story landmark right in the heart of the village's busiest commercial district. The Golden Quill logo—a stylized fountain pen crossed with a kunai—was etched in gold above the entrance, gleaming under the afternoon sun.
As I walked through the front doors, the atmosphere was electric. Dozens of employees were scurrying about, carrying manuscripts, coordinating with printing presses, and handling a mountain of fan mail.
"Welcome back, Master Kenji!"
The staff bowed deeply as I passed, their heads nearly hitting the floor. To them , I wasn't just some kid. I was a 50% shareholder of the fastest-growing business in the Fire Nation and a powerful shinobi. That status alone was enough to inspire a mix of awe and absolute terror.
I didn't stop to chat. I headed straight for the top floor—the executive wing—where the air was cooler and the carpet was much thicker.
****
I pushed open the heavy oak doors without knocking. Akane was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, her eyes buried in a stack of financial reports. She looked stunning, wearing a professional but tight-fitting black pencil skirt and a white silk blouse that strained against her ample curves with every breath.
"I told you, no interruptions until—" She started to snap, her voice sharp with executive stress. Then she looked up.
The reports slipped from her fingers, fluttering to the floor like autumn leaves. A slow, predatory smile spread across my face.
"I've been gone a week, Akane," I said, my voice smooth and dropping into that hypnotic, low timber. "Is that any way to greet your partner?"
"Kenji..." She breathed my name, her voice trembling. A mix of sheer relief and immediate, sharp arousal flashed across her face. She stood up, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood as she rushed around the desk. "You bastard. You left me with all this paperwork while you went on a 'road trip' with that perverted hermit. Do you have any idea how much I've had to handle?"
She didn't stop until she was inches away, her chest heaving, the scent of her expensive perfume mixing with the sudden, sweet musk of her arousal.
"I missed you," she whispered.
"I can tell," I murmured, my [Observation Haki] picking up the frantic, thudding beat of her heart and the sudden, heavy dampness between her thighs.
I grabbed her waist, my fingers digging into her hips, pulling her flush against me. "Lock the door, Akane. We have a lot of 'catching up' to do."
Akane didn't need to be told twice. She hit the electronic lock on her desk, and the heavy, soundproof curtains slid shut automatically, plunging the room into a dim, amber glow.
"I want all of you," she whispered, her hands already frantic, ripping at the buttons of my shirt. "Every single one of you."
"Careful what you wish for," I grinned.
****
I crashed my lips onto hers, our tongues tangling in a frantic, hungry battle. Akane let out a needy moan, her hands sliding into my hair, pulling me closer as if she were trying to merge our bodies into one.
I didn't waste time. I reached for the buttons of her blouse, popping them open with practiced ease. Within seconds, the silk was discarded, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her heavy, quivering breasts. I unzipped the pencil skirt, letting it pool around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her heels and a matching thong.
I filled my hands with her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until she gasped. My thumbs found her nipples through the lace, rolling them harshly until they were rock-hard. I leaned down, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck before I moved to her chest. I bit down on one nipple through the fabric, earning a loud, sharp cry of pleasure from her.
"Kenji... oh god, Kenji..."
I shed my own clothes in a blur of movement, standing before her in my [Adult Mode] physique—muscular, tall, and already fully erect. The sight of my thick, nine-inch shaft made her eyes glaze over with pure lust.
She didn't need a command. Akane sank to her knees on the plush carpet, her eyes locked onto my cock. She reached out, her trembling fingers wrapping around the base, feeling the heat and the throb of the veins.
"Feed me," she whispered.
She took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the glans before she slid down, taking half the length into her throat. She looked up at me as she bobbed her head, her eyes wide and submissive, her hands reaching back to rub her own clit as she worked on me.
Slurp. Gulp. Squelch.
The sound of her wet throat and the friction of her lips were incredible. I grabbed her hair, gently but firmly guiding her rhythm, pushing deeper until she gagged slightly, her eyes tearing up.
"Good girl," I growled.
The pressure built rapidly. I felt the heat rising in my core. I didn't hold back. I let out a low grunt as I pulsed inside her mouth, releasing a massive, hot load of cum.
Akane didn't pull away. She tried to swallow, but the sheer volume was too much. Thick, white ropes splurted over her tongue, leaking out the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her chin and breasts. She coughed slightly, gasping for air as she wiped her mouth, looking up at me with a dazed, satisfied expression.
"What's wrong, Akane?" I teased, looking down at her ruined face. "Are you tired already? Just with that? You have a lot more work to do if you want to satisfy us all."
Akane blinked, her voice thick and confused. "All... who?"
I gave her a menacing, dark smirk. My hands came together in a familiar seal.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
POOF. POOF.
Two identical clouds of white smoke erupted in the office. As the smoke cleared, two more Kenjis stood surrounding her—both fully naked, both sporting identical, nine-inch erections, and both wearing the same predatory, hungry grin.
Akane looked from one to the other, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and absolute, peak arousal.
"Now," I said, the three of us speaking in perfect, bone-vibrating unison. "The real meeting begins."
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