Time marched into June.
The temperature showed signs of rising.
Summer and swimsuits suddenly popped into Shinho's mind.
Maybe he could find some time for a little getaway.
Shinho subconsciously glanced at Konan, who was in front of him.
Konan in a Swimsuit?
Yeah, he remembered seeing one in a Naruto mobile game from his past life.
Besides Konan, he remembered Tsunade, Ino, and Samui wearing swimsuits.
Shinho became increasingly convinced. He absolutely had to throw a swimsuit party.
"...?"
Konan noticed his gaze and looked up subconsciously, only to find him staring at her black tights, completely lost in thought.
For a moment, she was speechless.
"Konan-nee," Shinho said, snapping out of it. "Do you have a swimsuit?"
"No," Konan said, shaking her head.
When she was in Amegakure, she wore the Akatsuki uniform; after arriving in Konoha, it was secretary suits all the way.
Swimsuits, let alone other casual styles, were basically non-existent for her.
"I'll get you one sometime," Shinho said directly.
He understood Konan's personality, so he didn't beat around the bush.
"Mm," Konan replied with a slight pause, accepting his offer.
"Did you paint your nails today?" Shinho asked with a smile. "I happen to be free right now, I can help."
"I've done it already," Konan said, glancing at her hands. "Thanks for the offer."
"Then… you've been in heels all day, you must be sore." Shinho's eyes darted around as he asked, "How about a massage?"
"..."
Konan finally realized what he was getting at.
He was trying to take advantage of her.
"If you would be so kind, Lord Hokage," Konan said after a few moments of silence.
"Let's head over to the sofa," Shinho said, his heart skipping a beat. "Don't mention it, it's nothing really."
He was a bit surprised Konan had agreed.
He wasn't sure why she agreed, but it was definitely a good sign.
Konan walked to the sofa and sat down.
She bent down, slipped off her heels, and then raised her legs, resting her black-tights-clad feet on the sofa.
With her legs bent, her pencil skirt tightened across her hips, accentuating her rounded curves.
Shinho reached out and took her foot.
Konan pursed her lips.
The sensation of his hands kneading her feet sent a shiver through her, a strange feeling blooming inside her.
Shinho glanced at her, his hands gradually moving upwards.
Her calves were toned and smooth, clearly the result of regular exercise.
But they still couldn't compare to her thighs.
They were both elastic and fleshy.
Konan let out a soft groan, a blush finally rising on her usually cool face.
Any higher, and he'd be entering dangerous territory.
Fortunately, Shinho knew his limits and didn't push further.
Even so, his large hands roaming over her legs still made her face flush crimson.
"Konan-nee, you're really beautiful," Shinho said, praising her as he watched her blush.
"Th-thank you…" Konan stammered in response, caught off guard.
Just then, her pupils constricted.
Shinho leaned forward, his face getting closer and closer.
Finally, the distance between them was less than five centimeters.
Konan's heart skipped a beat.
"Konan-nee," Shinho said, his gaze fixed on her rosy lips, swallowing hard.
"Hmm?" Konan breathed out softly through her nose.
Shinho steeled his resolve and leaned in, kissing her.
Konan's mouth was suddenly sealed.
She froze, her eyes losing focus.
Was her first kiss stolen? Just like that?
The next second, Konan felt Shinho's tongue trying to pry her lips open.
Caught in a daze, she yielded, and he succeeded.
In the ensuing battle of tongues, Konan's beautiful eyes misted over, and the blush on her face deepened even further.
An unprecedented sensation surged through her entire body.
After what felt like a long time, they broke apart.
Shinho gasped for air.
Looking at Konan's flushed face and rapid breathing, he felt an even stronger urge.
But he managed to restrain himself.
His relationship with Konan wasn't at that stage yet.
In any case, he couldn't rush things.
"Wnat me to continue the massage?" Shinho asked, licking his lips.
"N-no… not anymore…" Konan instinctively shook her head.
The kiss just now felt like a dream to her.
But because she had some affection for Shinho, she wasn't angry.
On the contrary, it was a rather wonderful experience.
Shinho picked up the heels from the floor and took her foot in his hand again.
Konan looked down at his focused expression, her heart unable to remain calm.
"Alright, all done!" Shinho stepped back, announcing.
"Thank you," Konan inhaled gently, the blush on her face gradually receding, her cool composure returning.
But in Shinho's eyes, this contrast was a kind of sexy and alluring charm.
"Lord Hokage, is there anything else?" Konan asked, her expression as usual.
"You can gret to your work," Shinho paused, then said, "And call Samui in."
"Understood." Konan nodded, taking her files and turning to leave.
Not long after, a knock sounded at the door.
"Lord Hokage." Samui walked over to him.
Shinho reached out, easily touching her pencil skirt.
The next moment, a large expanse of pale white skin came into view.
Samui realized what was about to happen, and her face flushed slightly.
She pursed her lips and sat down directly on Shinho's lap.
"Good thing I have you here," Shinho sighed in relief.
After so long of working together, his and Samui's teamwork was already maxed out.
A perfect, seamless collaboration, you could say.
"Lord Hokage, is something the matter?" Samui instinctively wrapped her arms around his head, asking after a few seconds.
"Nothing much," Shinho cleared his throat.
He couldn't exactly say it was because Konan had stirred up a fire within him.
"But there is something I need you to handle," Shinho said, his hands holding her waist to keep her from falling off.
"Wh-what is it?" Samui trembled, straightening her back, her bare feet in black tights curling up.
"Inform everyone," Shinho said, looking at the beads of sweat appearing on her fair skin, "We'll be holding a Court meeting next Monday."
"Court meeting?" Samui's eyes widened slightly, her tone puzzled.
Apart from the court meeting held on the day of his inauguration, there hadn't been a second one.
It wasn't that Shinho was lazy, but there was simply no need.
Because the current system was still based on the Hokage Tower's mechanism.
Most important matters could be handled by the Hokage secretaries and assistants, without needing a meeting of officials.
The Court meeting was positioned similarly to the previous Jonin meetings.
Unless there was a war or something similar, it was rare to convene one.
"Is there some… major matter?" Samui asked, taking a deep breath.
"Mm," Shinho's hands moved lower, resting on her soft, round buttocks.
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