Shinho watched Mabui's figure disappear into the distance before retracting his gaze.
He was in no rush.
They had already joined Konoha, and the future stretched long ahead of them.
Whatever he wished to accomplish could be done in due time.
Shinho stood up and stretched lazily.
After taking a few steps, he lay down on the carpet.
In the next second, he felt a slight weight on his legs, a soft, warm sensation pressing down on him.
Shinho raised his head and saw Ichikishima-hime.
She moved toward him like a graceful and agile cat.
Her blue hair fell straight down, swaying gently in front of his eyes.
Her black-and-white maid outfit was open at the neckline, the hem dragging across the carpet.
Her slender legs, wrapped in white stockings, bent in an elegant curve, trembling slightly as her hands supported her body.
Ichikishima-hime locked eyes with Shinho, her gaze shimmering with a watery glint.
Behind her, Tagitsu-hime and Tagori-hime knelt on either side of her.
They, however, were not as petite as Ichikishima-hime.
"You're really nothing like the Snake Princessess," Shinho said, reaching out to caress her cheek.
Ichikishima-hime's lips parted slightly as she kissed his fingers.
Shinho's eyes instantly burned with intensity.
Tagitsu-hime seemed to notice something.
She leaned forward.
Tagori-hime, seeing this, licked her rosy lips.
She joined in the competition as well.
"You... you all!"
Hearing the commotion, Ichikishima-hime turned her head and widened her eyes.
This was a classic case of focusing on one thing while neglecting the other, allowing the others to take the lead.
Ichikishima-hime's breath quickened in frustration.
Shinho shook his head.
The scene was quite amusing.
Ichikishima-hime puffed out her cheeks like a steamed bun, her anger only making her look even more adorable.
Shinho has always been fair.
Besides, if it came to recognizing contributions, Ichikishima-hime had to come first.
After all, she had followed him the longest, enduring a life of hardship.
He needed to show her some appreciation.
Shinho lifted his hand and gently hooked it around her neck.
Ichikishima-hime immediately understood and leaned closer, unable to say another word.
Moments later, her face flushed as she exhaled heavily, finally breathing in fresh air.
"Go ahead," Shinho said with a smile.
Ichikishima-hime, receiving his permission, looked quite smug.
Compared to Tagitsu-hime and Tagori-hime, her position was clearly unshakable.
She straightened her posture, transforming into the happy Snake Princess, her face glowing with joy.
But soon, Shinho chuckled.
"Still so weak."
Ichikishima-hime couldn't refute him. Instead, she bit her lip in mild frustration, her face still flushed.
Suddenly, Shinho had an idea.
He reached out, and teaing the white socking open.
He dipped his finger in twirling it around in a way to stimulate.
"M-Master..." Ichikishima-hime propped herself up on trembling legs, her consciousness growing hazy.
"Tagitsu-hime," Shinho ordered, "help her out."
"Yes, Master," Tagitsu-hime replied, standing up and moving behind Ichikishima-hime. Her hands wandered places, stimulating Ichikishima-hime further.
"W-wait!" Ichikishima-hime's eyes flashed with panic.
But Tagitsu-hime, now fully obeying Shinho's commands, ignored her cries.
"Tagori-hime," Shinho called out.
He had a particular preference for big things.
But Ichikishima-hime, while charming, was somewhat plain in comparison. This task required someone refined like Tagori-hime.
"Yes, Master."
Tagori-hime leaned down, helping Shinho into her lap.
She smiled softly, exuding the aura of a gentle older sister.
Shinho took a deep breath.
A faint fragrance wafted into his nose.
The three Snake Princesses were, in a way beasts who cultivated natural energy, their bodies naturally pure and immaculate, radiating an extraordinary beauty.
Shinho couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
After enduring a grueling battle, moments like these were well-deserved.
Occasionally taking a bite off the fresh fruit and twirling it around in his mouth, along with Ichikishima-hime's diligent efforts to ease his fatigue, was the perfect way to unwind.
"Cold?" Shinho noticed Ichikishima-hime gasping heavily.
"N-no," Ichikishima-hime replied, her toes curling as her voice wavered. "It's... too warm."
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her blue hair clung to her skin.
"Tagitsu-hime," Shinho called.
Tagitsu-hime nodded.
She carefully laid Ichikishima-hime down on the carpet, letting her rest.
Then, as if she were a precise cog in a well-oiled machine, she found her place seamlessly.
Shinho frowned slightly.
The pressure was almost suffocating.
But he quickly realized why.
Tagitsu-hime was as new to this as anyone could be.
In that case... Shinho's gaze turned to Tagori-hime.
However, his view was obstructed, leaving him unable to see her face or expression.
With nothing else to do, Shinho reached out and placed his hand on Tagori-hime's shapely, black-stockinged buttocks.
Compared to Ichikishima-hime, her figure was fuller, exuding a sense of lush sensuality.
Shinho preferred this type.
Tagori-hime's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her gaze tinged with a seductive charm.
Having watched for so long, she had naturally been influenced by her two sisters.
Especially since Shinho wasn't exactly behaving himself with her.
Tagori-hime glanced enviously at Tagitsu-hime.
Her flawless figure was currently demonstrating the lightness and flexibility expected of a Snake Princess.
However, compared to Ichikishima-hime, Tagitsu-hime was clearly the more capable fighter.
Tagori-hime waited patiently.
But just as her patience was wearing thin from the constant stimulation, Tagitsu-hime collapsed onto the carpet.
Her long legs, wrapped in glossy black stockings, trembled with the rise and fall of her breath, almost as if she were still alive with a faint energy.
She closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling upward, finally understanding why Ichikishima-hime was so fond of Shinho.
"Master!" Tagori-hime exclaimed, looking down at Shinho, her voice brimming with eagerness.
"Go ahead," Shinho said generously.
Tagori-hime hesitated no longer, eagerly moving away from him.
Shinho, however, didn't mind.
After all, it was just from one to the next.
Soon after, Shinho raised an eyebrow as a gasp that sounded all too sensua rang out.
Just as he expected.
They were all inexperienced newcomers.
Shinho closed his eyes.
After fighting for so long, he didn't have the energy to teach them.
Besides, they were Snake Princesses, after a few tries, they would get the hang of things.
The winding, warm night finally came to an end.
…
The Next Day
As the first light appeared on the horizon, the camp began to stir.
Today, they needed to return to Konoha.
Although the war hadn't dragged on for long, the experience of brushing past death had everyone eager to get home.
Konan glanced around.
Everyone was busy dismantling tents and packing up.
But she didn't see Shinho anywhere.
Was he still asleep?
After a brief moment of thought, Konan made her way to the main tent.
As the Hokage's assistant, it was her duty to ensure everything was in order.
"Hokage-sama," she called softly.
After waiting for a few seconds without receiving a response, she frowned slightly and suddenly noticed the presence of a barrier.
Why were there soundproofing barriers set up?
Hesitant, she stretched out her hands and looked inthough the slight crack in the door.
Instinctively, she stepped back two paces, her usually composed face tinged with a faint blush, her breath a little unsteady.
The scene she had just glimpsed wouldn't leave her mind.
Although she already knew Shinho was a man of indulgence, the sheer number involved left her stunned.
As she fell into these chaotic thoughts, Shinho opened his eyes.
In truth, with his level of awareness, he had sensed Konan approaching the moment she got close.
But he hadn't stopped her.
Now, it seemed, Konan truly was different from other women.
Shinho glanced down.
Ichikishima-hime was nestled against his arm, sleeping soundly, her soft breaths carrying a faint fragrance.
Tagori-hime, serving as a pillow, held him tightly, their bodies pressed together, radiating warmth.
Tagitsu-hime was the quietest, lying motionless by his side.
"Time to wake up," Shinho said, reaching out and pinching each of their cheeks in turn to rouse them.
"Master," Ichikishima-hime murmured in a lazy tone.
She instinctively lifted her head, her flushed face moving closer to Shinho before she kissed him.
Barely two seconds had passed before he gently pushed her away.
"Someone's waiting for me outside," Shinho said as he climbed out of the warm bedding.
Ichikishima-hime licked her lips, silently lamenting the lost opportunity.
But when she glanced at Tagitsu-hime and Tagori-hime, she couldn't help but feel proud.
After all, from last night until now, she was the only one Shinho had kissed.
Shinho dressed himself and, after a brief moment of preparation, stored the three Snake Princesses into the Snake Diagram Gu.
…
"H-Hokage-sama," Konan greeted, taking a deep breath as Shinho stepped out of the tent.
"Good morning, Konan-nee," Shinho replied with an impassive expression.
"..." Konan paused for two seconds before responding, "Breakfast is ready."
"Mm." Shinho glanced back at the tent and waved his hand.
Given the mess left from last night, it wasn't appropriate to ask Konan or Yugao to clean up, so he simply stored it all in the Blue Sky Well Gu.
"Let's go."
Shinho walked unhurriedly toward the temporary dining area.
Konan followed closely behind, her mind filled with questions.
Where did those ladies go?
But when she thought about the Hole Earth Gu, she felt normal.
"Hokage-sama!" A group of shinobi greeted him enthusiastically.
Shinho smiled and returned their greetings.
His gaze drifted toward the Kumogakure camp in the distance.
Although Kumogakure had now joined Konoha, the recent life-and-death battle had left tensions high.
To avoid further conflict, they were eating separately.
Shinho spotted Samui and Mabui.
Just then, his eyebrows arched slightly.
Yugito Nii was baring her teeth at him like an angry cat.
Shinho's eyes sharpened, a faint glimmer of killing intent in his gaze.
Yugito Nii flinched, suddenly recalling the terrifying Six-Armed Heavenly Zombie King.
"Heh," Shinho chuckled at her reaction.
Standing nearby, Konan overheard his chuckle and instinctively looked up.
She froze for a moment.
Previously, she hadn't thought much of it, but now she was starting to suspect Shinho's motives for keeping Mabui and the others around.
It was likely... far from simple.
Konan thought of herself.
Meanwhile, Mabui had noticed the scene and felt her heart skip a beat.
"Yugito!"
"I know," Yugito Nii muttered, pouting.
Yesterday, Mabui and Samui had already lectured her extensively.
The conclusion was clear, she had to behave and avoid causing trouble in Konoha.
Samui, however, seemed distracted, absentmindedly nibbling on her bread.
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