Inside the Hokage's office...
"Hidan, this Chūnin Exam is extremely important. There must be no mistakes, so I want you to act as the chief proctor," Sarutobi Hiruzen said with a serious face.
Meanwhile, Hidan was sprawled lazily across Konan's shoulder, wearing a bored expression that made Hiruzen's eyelid twitch. Was this guy even listening to him?
It had been five days since Hidan "reached a consensus" with Orochimaru, and now he'd been summoned by the Third Hokage. Only now did he learn, straight from Hiruzen, that the Chūnin Exams would begin tomorrow.
"Come on, can't you at least show the old man a little respect?" Hiruzen tried to play the sympathy card, even calling himself an old man for extra points. (Which was ironic—Hiruzen never really acted like an old geezer when it mattered!)
"Ahh... Since the Third Hokage is asking so nicely, wouldn't I be too cold-hearted if I refused?" Hidan replied with dramatic reluctance, his tone suggesting he was doing everyone a huge favor. If looks could kill, Hiruzen might've actually smacked him with his staff.
Hiruzen somehow kept his cool and asked, seriously, "Do you think our rookies are truly ready for this Chūnin Exam?"
It was the question weighing on his mind. After all, these Genin were Konoha's next generation—the future pillars. They couldn't afford any slip-ups. The rules were strict: no killing, but accidents happened...
"I don't think they'll have any problems. With me as proctor, nothing will go wrong!" Hidan declared confidently, though he quietly added in his heart, Except maybe for Sasuke. He's on his own.
"Hmmm... Since you say so, we'll let them participate," Hiruzen said, finally making up his mind. He clearly trusted Hidan's abilities—even if his attitude left much to be desired.
"So... if there's nothing else, I'm leaving," Hidan said, barely waiting for an answer. He had more important things to worry about—like today's "embarrassment game" with his little maid.
"Go on, then. I've still got work to finish," Hiruzen replied with a sigh, waving Hidan away.
But as Hidan turned to leave, he tossed back over his shoulder, "Old man, lay off the peeping, will ya? You look like a walking corpse these days! Seriously, your complexion is awful!"
Before Hiruzen could retort, Hidan simply vanished using Kamui—no way was he going to stick around and listen to another round of old-man grumbling.
As soon as Hidan slipped away, Hiruzen's curses echoed down the hall. That disrespectful brat always managed to push his buttons. Hiruzen was starting to get nervous about meeting with Hidan at all these days.
He couldn't help but reminisce about the past: back when he first met Hidan, what a quiet, innocent kid he'd seemed. How did he turn out like this? Hiruzen thought with a sigh. Maybe I never should have let him into ANBU in the first place...
Little did Hiruzen know, Hidan was just finally showing his true nature. Back when he first arrived in this world, he was still getting used to everything. That innocent act? Pure self-defense.
Hidan walked home, patting his own head, when a very serious problem hit him:
Hinata. The little cinnamon roll. Right now, she was basically a walking plushie with zero combat skills or judgment! For weeks, Hidan had insisted on raising Hinata as a "proper young lady," but, uh... since when did "proper ladies" have to fight for their lives in the Chūnin Exams?
"Konan, what do I do? Hinata's got no combat power at all—sending her to the Chūnin Exams is basically sending her off to get steamrolled!" Hidan groaned, completely at a loss. He had nothing to give Hinata to help her survive. This is bad.
"Huh?" A literal question mark seemed to pop up above Konan's head. "Hinata's entering the Chūnin Exams?"
Hidan: "..."
Were you dozing off in the Hokage's office? This maid gets cuter every day, but come on!
Bonk!
Hidan flicked Konan's forehead lightly. "Were you even listening? The Third Hokage was just talking about the Chūnin Exams."
Konan looked up at Hidan, her cheeks turning pink. "It's not my fault, Master, yesterday... yesterday..."
The more she spoke, the redder she got—until she trailed off, too embarrassed to finish her sentence.
Hidan coughed. Right. He'd spent all night playing with Konan yesterday—no wonder she was exhausted today.
But as her "master," Hidan naturally wouldn't take the blame. He cleared his throat and put on a straight face: "A real maid needs to handle proper training! It was just one night—looks like we need to up the difficulty!"
Konan pouted at his nonsense, her face crimson, but she secretly felt sweet inside. She nestled closer into Hidan's arms, enjoying the warmth—even if her "master" was incorrigible.
A moment later, Konan seemed to have an idea. She leaned in and whispered in Hidan's ear, her breath tickling and warm, "Master, I might have a way..."
"Oh?" Hidan perked up. "Let's hear it. What's your plan?"
Konan softly explained her idea, lips almost brushing Hidan's ear. As she spoke, his eyes lit up with excitement. By the end, he was so thrilled he scooped Konan up and kissed her passionately—a long, deep French kiss—until her cheeks glowed bright red.
And then, in a flash, the two of them disappeared, reappearing together atop the Blood Sea tower, ready to put Konan's plan into action.
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Blood Sea Tower, midnight.
The room was swathed in velvet shadows, only the faintest red glow slipping through the paper screens—enough to catch the glint in Hidan's eye as Konan pressed herself against him, cheeks still flushed from that soul-stealing kiss.
She bit her lip. "Master… about the plan… You did say a real maid should handle any training, right?"
"Obviously." Hidan smirked, already sliding a hand down her back.
Konan trembled, excitement and nerves swirling in her belly. But she didn't look away. Instead, she whispered, "Then tonight… let's bring Izumi and Mikoto in. You said you wanted them, didn't you?"
Hidan's pupils contracted. For a second, even the usually smug immortal lost his composure. "You sure? You're not going to pout tomorrow if I ruin both your fellow maids in front of you?"
Konan didn't hesitate. She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "As long as I'm still your number one, I don't mind sharing, Master."
He barked a laugh and dragged her in for another, even rougher kiss.
Minutes later, the sliding door creaked open. Izumi and Mikoto entered, both in their usual home yukatas—nothing underneath. Izumi's face was already pink; Mikoto's was calm as ever, her eyes darting once to Konan, then to Hidan.
"So… it's finally time?" Mikoto's voice was a throaty purr, tinged with shyness. She let her yukata slip a bit from her shoulders, baring her collarbones.
Izumi was more nervous, fidgeting, but she didn't shy away. She moved to Hidan's side, deliberately kneeling next to Konan, even as her gaze flicked down to the obvious bulge straining Hidan's pants.
Hidan's grin was all teeth. "Don't pretend to be shy now. After all the times you two have begged me to go rougher in private, you're finally getting your wish."
Konan pressed herself tighter to Hidan's chest, purring, "Let's show Master how loyal we are."
Mikoto slipped in behind Hidan, her hands expertly kneading his shoulders. Her voice was soft, sultry, and nervous. "Shall I start, or will you take the lead, Konan?"
Konan smirked, then leaned forward to claim Hidan's lips, tongue teasing, as her hands worked open the front of his shirt.
Mikoto's gentle hands trailed down his chest, featherlight, until she hooked her fingers under his waistband.
Izumi, emboldened by the sight, reached up and slid Hidan's pants down, freeing his cock with trembling hands. It was already rock hard—she shivered, cheeks burning, but she didn't hesitate.
She pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the tip, tongue flicking out to taste him. Hidan let out a guttural groan, hand tangling in her hair, guiding her mouth lower.
Konan, not to be outdone, slid down Hidan's chest, her tongue tracing a path over his abs before she joined Izumi below.
The two girls exchanged a quick, wicked glance before they started licking and sucking his cock together, their tongues intertwining, their mouths gliding over every inch of him.
Mikoto watched, her lips curled into a knowing smile. "You two are getting greedy. Let me help…"
She knelt behind Hidan, her hands slipping around his waist to fondle his balls, fingers massaging, rolling, teasing.
Her other hand slid up to Izumi's head, as she pushed Hidan's dick into her mouth.
"Take it well Izumi-chan."
Izumi gasped, moaning against Hidan's shaft. Konan whimpered, pressing herself closer, desperate to please. Their eyes were glazed with lust, cheeks flushed, breaths growing ragged as they worshipped their master together.
"Fuck… you three are something else," Hidan groaned, hips bucking. "Didn't know you had it in you, Konan."
Konan grinned, cheeks pink. "A good maid adapts, Master."
Mikoto's cool, mature composure barely held as she watched Konan and Izumi eagerly worship Hidan, their lips and tongues working in perfect sync.
A faint tremor passed through her... she'd always been the calm one, but tonight—even she couldn't hide her hunger.
She nudged Konan aside, her eyes glinting. "Let me have some too."
With practiced ease, she pressed forward, her lips enveloping Hidan's cock in one fluid motion, her throat taking him so deep, Hidan had to grit his teeth to keep from immediately losing control.
Hidan grunted, staring down in satisfaction as Mikoto choked herself on his length, her eyes never leaving his. "Shit… Mikoto, you really have learned how to please your master."
Mikoto only smiled around his shaft, never breaking eye contact as she pulled back, saliva trailing, then went right back down—faster, hungrier, needier.
Izumi, cheeks burning, pressed kisses up the base while Konan licked the tip every time Mikoto pulled back, the three of them moving as one, mouths and tongues slick with anticipation.
The room was filled with desperate, wet sounds—three loyal maids fighting to outdo each other, all for his pleasure.
Hidan's hand tangled in their hair, tugging, guiding, as he groaned, "You three are fucking perfect—don't stop until I tell you."
Konan glanced up, her expression pure devotion mixed with mischief. "Yes, Master."
Izumi nodded, breathless, "Anything for you…"
Mikoto, ever the overachiever, pushed herself to the limit, taking Hidan all the way down—her throat squeezing, her lips flush to his base. The sight alone nearly pushed Hidan over the edge.
He gritted his teeth, the pleasure building, overwhelming, unstoppable. "Here it comes—don't waste a single drop."
With a final, deep thrust, Hidan exploded, ropes of hot cum splattering across all three of their faces—marking them.
Konan gasped, eyes half-lidded as she let the heat drip down her cheeks, Izumi trembled, licking the mess from her lips, her gaze dazed.
Mikoto simply smiled, satisfied, using her finger to collect every last drop, sucking it clean with a sultry smile.
The three of them knelt there, breathless, cum-streaked, eyes fixed on Hidan with utter adoration.
Hidan smirked, utterly pleased, and reached down to stroke their heads. "Good girls. That's what I expect from my personal maids."
The afterglow still hung thick in the air, but none of the girls looked satisfied. If anything, the hunger in their eyes only burned hotter.
Konan caught Hidan's gaze and gave a sly wink before moving to the center of the room.
With practiced ease she slowly turned, settling down on all fours, arching her back so her perfect, perky ass swayed in the dim red light—her powder-blue hair brushing her shoulders, her expression both shy and wickedly eager.
Izumi wasn't far behind. Face flushed, she crawled next to Konan, glancing up at Hidan with wide, sparkling eyes.
She bit her lip and wiggled her hips, her smaller, tighter frame trembling with anticipation as she pushed her own round cheeks upward, offering herself without a word, but the invitation clear in every nervous, hopeful movement.
Then came Mikoto. She moved with the confidence of a Milf, her mature aura impossible to ignore. As she positioned herself beside the others, her hips swayed in slow circles, and it was obvious—her ass was on another level.
Round, perfectly shaped, almost sinful in its perfection. A true bubble butt, full and irresistible.
The three of them lined up before Hidan—Konan's shy devotion, Izumi's eager innocence, Mikoto's gentle invitation—each of their asses shaking, swaying, showing off for their master.
Then, one by one, they spoke:
Konan's voice was soft, needy, trembling:
"Master… please, I want to feel you again. I can't get enough of you. Won't you spoil your maid just a little more tonight?"
Izumi, cheeks burning, still managed to stammer out,
"P-please, Hidan-sama… I want you so much… I want to be your good girl… make me yours again…"
Mikoto just looked over her shoulder, her gaze soft and warm, a gentle smile curving her lips. Her eyes, deep with a mother's tenderness, sparkled with affection as she spoke:
"Hidan… You've worked so hard. Let me take care of you tonight, just like I do for my own family. Come here, and let me show you how much I cherish you…"
Their voices overlapped, the room electric with anticipation, their bodies swaying, backs arched, each of them begging in their own way for Hidan to take them—three beautiful, loyal women, all perfectly positioned, all inviting him with every word and every movement.
Hidan's breath caught in his throat. For a second, even he was silent, drinking in the sight before him. Three perfect asses, three perfect servants—each desperate to be chosen, to be claimed.
He grinned, rolling his shoulders, every inch the king about to enjoy his rightful reward.
"Get ready, girls," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "Tonight, you're getting it rough."
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