Kurotsuchi seriously recalled the four years since she had gotten to know Aoba. She realized it really wasn't a matter of whether she herself had any backbone.
It was that Aoba was just too despicable.
After tossing the blame onto Aoba, Kurotsuchi simply gave up resisting and leaned back in the Tsuchikage's seat. Her whole body relaxed lazily as she closed her eyes.
Her fair, slender legs stretched out straight, letting Aoba play with them however he pleased.
After some more time passed, footsteps sounded outside the office. Then there came a knock on the door.
Kurotsuchi, who had already relaxed to the point that her mind was drifting, suddenly snapped back to attention. She opened her eyes at once and tensed up again.
"Someone's here!"
She hurriedly reminded Aoba, who didn't seem to care at all.
If someone else discovered that she, the dignified Tsuchikage, was actually in her office being foot massaged, then tomorrow she might as well resign in shame.
"It's your dad."
Aoba sensed for a moment and answered.
"My dad?"
After hearing that, Kurotsuchi subconsciously let out a breath of relief.
'If it is dad, then explaining it would be… no, wait!'
"Even if it's my dad, you should still let go!"
Kurotsuchi glared at Aoba angrily, pushing with her foot and trying to pull it back.
But Aoba's hand didn't move at all. A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"Kurotsuchi, I've been massaging your legs for this long. You're not going to give me any kind of reward?"
"..."
'For a pervert like you, isn't getting to touch my feet already the biggest reward?'
Right now Kurotsuchi really wanted to shove her foot straight into his mouth and ask him if that would count as repayment.
But in the end she still couldn't bring herself to do something that embarrassing.
So she simply leaned closer, wrapped her arms around Aoba's neck, and kissed his lips.
After a kiss that was neither too long nor too short, the knocking outside the door grew more urgent. At the same time, Kitsuchi's voice sounded.
"Kurotsuchi? Are you still there?"
Kurotsuchi quickly pulled her foot back, slipped it into the sandals placed on the floor, and carefully wiped the corner of her mouth. Only then did she speak, pretending to be calm.
"Dad, come in."
Soon the sound of the lock turning rang out, and the office door opened.
Kitsuchi, who had a somewhat simple and honest look, pushed the door open and walked in.
"Kurotsuchi, why did it take so long… hm? Lord Hokage is here too?"
He had wanted to ask why Kurotsuchi had taken so long to open the door. But after coming in and seeing Aoba there as well, he stopped.
Then he looked at his daughter's condition.
Although she was trying hard to keep a calm appearance, the blush on her face hadn't faded yet, and she looked a little restless in her seat.
He suddenly understood why no one had answered after he had knocked for so long just now.
For some reason, even though he had already known back when Aoba and Kurotsuchi got engaged that his daughter would have this day sooner or later, and just two days ago he had even been secretly annoyed that Aoba came to Iwagakure without coming to see her, as a father, seeing it with his own eyes still made his heart ache.
"Uncle Kitsuchi, I just came to see Kurotsuchi. You two can talk about whatever you need to. I'm going to wash my hands."
After saying that with a smile, Aoba got up and went into the restroom inside the Tsuchikage's office.
Kurotsuchi bared her teeth at Aoba's back before turning to Kitsuchi.
"Dad, did you need something?"
"..."
Kitsuchi let out a small sigh and shook his head, "I just came to see when you'd be getting off work. I've already finished everything on my end."
A trace of awkwardness appeared on Kurotsuchi's face.
"Then go back first, Dad. I still have a few things to deal with here."
"Alright."
Kitsuchi only gave his daughter a deep look before turning around and leaving.
Kurotsuchi had already grown up. Plenty of ordinary girls in the village were even married with children at her age. As her father, it wasn't really appropriate for him to interfere with his daughter's decisions anymore.
Besides, things had reached this point today, and he as a father couldn't avoid some of the responsibility either.
All he could leave behind was a silent sigh in his heart.
After Kitsuchi left, Aoba came out of the restroom.
"Uncle Kitsuchi left so quickly?"
"What, did you need something from my dad?", Kurotsuchi glanced at him.
"Of course not."
Aoba walked up to her and looked at her with a gentle smile.
"In that case, how about we kiss a little longer?"
"I…"
Kurotsuchi froze for a moment when she heard that, but she only pressed her lips together and looked at him without answering.
But at this moment, not refusing was already an answer.
Aoba didn't hesitate. He bent down and kissed her.
Kurotsuchi naturally wrapped her arms around his neck again, completely compliant.
The two of them were already engaged. As fiances, compared with Terumi Mei and Temari, who were also fiancees and already far ahead, Kurotsuchi's progress was actually considered slow.
A sticky sound, like something coated in hand soap, echoed through the office for quite a while.
Only then did Kurotsuchi release the arms she had wrapped around Aoba's neck. She slumped into the office chair, mouth open, taking small breaths.
Her dazed eyes still carried a hint of lingering savor.
'This scumbag is actually pretty skilled in this area.'
'He has probably practiced it all on Konan-nee, Yugao-nee, and the others.'
"Have some water."
Seeing her like this, Aoba poured her a glass of water and then sat down on the chair beside her where he had been sitting earlier.
"Mm."
Coming back to her senses, Kurotsuchi licked her lips. Her mouth really did feel a bit dry.
After drinking, although her face was still slightly flushed, her breathing had calmed down quite a bit.
"Going back now? I'll take you."
Seeing that she seemed to have recovered, Aoba spoke again.
But Kurotsuchi silently shook her head.
"Hm?"
Aoba looked a little surprised.
"You came to see me today. You should have some serious business, right?"
Having regained her composure, Kurotsuchi tidied up the cheongsam that Aoba had messed up earlier with his wandering hands while asking.
"What business? I just came specifically to see you."
Aoba actually did have something important to talk to Kurotsuchi about. Originally he had planned to come earlier after dinner, but the showdown between Mabui and Samui delayed him.
But he wasn't the kind of person with zero emotional awareness.
Seeing that Kurotsuchi had gotten jealous and upset because he hadn't come to see her these past two days, he had naturally planned to wait a couple more days before bringing it up.
Yet it seemed Kurotsuchi had already seen through him.
"Hmph!"
Kurotsuchi snorted lightly, then stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. She lifted her chin slightly and looked down at Aoba.
She had returned to that proud, arrogant attitude from before.
"Since I'm in a good mood right now, say it quickly if you've got something to say. Otherwise tomorrow I won't bother helping you."
Aoba blinked, catching the key point in what she said.
"So kissing can put you in a good mood?"
"..."
"You!"
Kurotsuchi had just adjusted her state of mind, but now she immediately became flustered with anger again. Without another word, she raised her hand and threw a punch toward Aoba's face.
"I'm talking to you about serious business!"
At this moment she didn't dare use her foot. Otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to go home tonight.
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