Samui blinked in surprise when Hanekawa mentioned the mission.
This was the first time he'd asked her to go on one with him.
"Are you leaving right away?" she asked, trying to ignore his wandering hands as she spoke calmly. "I should change clothes."
The secretary uniform—white blouse, fitted jacket, and pencil skirt—wasn't exactly mission-appropriate.
"No need," Hanekawa said, his fingers tracing the soft fabric of her black stockings. "I like this outfit."
Samui didn't protest further. If Hanekawa wanted her in the uniform, she'd wear it.
"Should I change as well?" Kaguya Ōtsutsuki asked thoughtfully.
Hanekawa turned to study her, an idea forming. With her cool, elegant bearing, she'd look stunning in formal wear.
"Samui, get her a white secretary uniform."
Samui nodded and left the Raikage's office. Black and white—the visual contrast alone made Hanekawa's pulse quicken.
"Why are you bringing her?" Kaguya Ōtsutsuki asked once they were alone.
Hanekawa felt a flicker of embarrassment. This was supposed to be their six-day trip, after all. But he was only human, and the thought of having both of them...
"Samui's combat ability is limited," he said, coughing lightly. "It won't take much time."
"No," Kaguya Ōtsutsuki replied flatly.
Hanekawa raised a finger, and hesitation flickered across her usually impassive face. After a few seconds of consideration, she nodded slowly.
The negotiation was silent but clear: Hanekawa would add an extra day in exchange for bringing Samui along. Kaguya Ōtsutsuki calculated that she'd only lose half a day at most. Six and a half days for herself? She'd made a good deal.
Samui had no idea she'd just been traded like a commodity—though she would have agreed anyway.
When Samui returned with the white uniform, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki examined it briefly before beginning to change without hesitation. Samui's eyes widened slightly. She'd seen Kaguya undress before, but the perfection of her form never failed to catch her off guard.
Hanekawa watched from the sofa as Kaguya pulled on the white stockings, drawing them up her pale legs with deliberate care. The contrast between her skin and the pristine white fabric was mesmerizing.
Ice cream, he thought absently. Samui's choice had been inspired.
"Done," Kaguya Ōtsutsuki announced, standing to display the result.
"Beautiful," Hanekawa murmured, reaching out to stroke her thighs. The stockings were smooth beneath his fingertips.
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki smiled faintly. She understood the game—the more he desired her, the more trips like this would follow.
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"Let's start with the Hidden Star Village," Hanekawa said, standing and using the Flying Thunder God Technique.
The three of them materialized on a mountain overlooking the distant settlement.
"What's the objective?" Samui asked. "Are we stealing the meteorite?"
As the Raikage's secretary, she knew the village's most valuable asset.
"The meteorite is our target," Hanekawa confirmed, "but there's no rush. The real point is to enjoy the journey."
Samui looked confused as a wooden structure rose before them—a house with multiple levels and, to her surprise, a rooftop.
The roof was spacious and open, furnished with tables, chairs, and a bed. The view stretched across mountains and forests toward the distant village.
"Perfect," Hanekawa sighed, stretching out on the bed beneath the cloudless sky.
Samui hesitated only briefly before joining Kaguya Ōtsutsuki at his sides. What followed was a blur of sensation—soft lips at his ears, gentle hands, the warmth of two bodies pressed close. Kaguya Ōtsutsuki took the lead, claiming his mouth while Samui kissed his cheek, waiting her turn.
The seven days blurred together in a haze of pleasure and comfort.
For Samui, time moved slowly—each moment felt like exquisite torture. But the torment came with its own strange nostalgia.
For Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, time flew far too quickly. She hadn't had nearly enough.
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"We should complete the mission," Hanekawa finally said, stretching on the rooftop. "Konoha can't wait much longer."
He'd spent the week discovering what true indulgence meant. The only regret was that Tsunade, Kurenai, Mei, and the others weren't here to join them.
Samui stirred weakly. "I'll... I'll get the meteorite—"
"Rest," Hanekawa interrupted gently, touching her head. "You're exhausted."
She flushed with embarrassment but didn't argue. Her body simply wouldn't cooperate.
"Kaguya and I will handle it," Hanekawa said, changing into fresh clothes.
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had already changed into an ANBU uniform and mask—her way of signaling submission and obedience. The goddess had become a subordinate again, though her power remained unchanged.
Hanekawa took her hand and teleported to the Hidden Star Village.
The settlement was young, evident from its small number of leaders. The meteorite itself—Hanekawa suspected it had fallen from the moon two hundred years ago. Given that the Ōtsutsuki clan and the Outer Path Statue had been there at the time, a falling fragment made sense.
"I sense something familiar," Kaguya Ōtsutsuki said suddenly.
"What?"
"The Divine Tree," she replied.
So my theory was right.
Four ninja surrounded them, forehead protectors marking them as Hidden Star Village shinobi.
"We're from Konoha," Hanekawa said casually. "Take us to your Hoshikage."
The ninjas exchanged nervous glances. Konoha was at its peak under Hanekawa's leadership—far more impressive than any meteorite.
The Third Hoshikage received them with visible anxiety. "What brings Konoha's envoy here?"
"Your meteorite," Hanekawa said with a smile. "It's your star."
The Hoshikage's face went pale.
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki didn't bother with pleasantries. She waved her hand casually, and the meteorite flew into her palm.
"Stop!" the Hoshikage cried out.
One glance from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Byakugan silenced him. Terror flooded through him as her aura pressed down like an avalanche.
"A fragment of the Outer Path Statue," Kaguya Ōtsutsuki said, examining the meteorite. "It fell from the moon and underwent strange transformations."
Hanekawa turned to the Hoshikage. "You know practicing with meteorites causes severe side effects, don't you?"
"I... yes," the man admitted quietly.
"Then why allow it?"
"It's tradition," the Hoshikage sighed. "I wanted to forbid it, but my people refused."
Hanekawa nodded thoughtfully. Breaking such traditions wouldn't be easy—though the Third Hoshikage would eventually succeed, only to be killed by Akaboshi for his efforts.
"Consider this a favor," Hanekawa said, gripping Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's wrist. "If you want it back, come find me in Konoha. I'm Hanekawa."
He activated the Flying Thunder God Technique, and both he and Kaguya Ōtsutsuki vanished, leaving the stunned Hoshikage alone with his shock.