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After making an appointment with Mrs. Mikoto for Baoji, Akira is about to slip away.
After all, this place only accepts women, and it will be troublesome if guests find out.
only.
When Akira left the room, he was surprised to see Senior Kushina at the front desk?
"Nuan? Senior Kushina, didn't you go to the Hyuga family?" Akira looked puzzled.
"Yes, my body has gone." Kushina replied with a smile.
Then he said: "Go back to the room and wait, the main body will be back soon.
Akira admired it.
The main body goes to talk about things, leaving a Shadow Clone to guard the bath.
"It's really a useful skill."
With a sigh, he returned to the room.
Now, the room was even more awkward.
Akira and Mrs. Mikoto looked at each other, and the ambiguous atmosphere rose.
To disguise the atmosphere, Uchiha Mikoto began mopping the floor.
Akira was speechless for a while.
When you wipe the floor, you wipe the floor, why do you have to turn your back on yourself?
Don't you know it's more dangerous this way?
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Kushina to come back.
As soon as he entered the door, Kushina was annoyed, as if the negotiation had failed.
"The Hyuga clan is serious, only promised to send a woman from the branch house."
"One? That's fine too." Akira thought it was okay.
You can't let a woman from the Hyuga clan come? That's impossible.
"Not only that, but there are many conditions."
Sitting on the head of the bed, Kushina spoke out the conditions offered by the Hyuga clan.
"First of all, we can only hire Hyuga from the branch house! The wages are calculated on a daily basis.
Akira and Uchiha Mikoto listened quietly.
"And the other party can only work for a maximum of three hours a day."
"The most outrageous thing is that she has to be paid 100,000 taels a day.
The more Kushina talked, the more angry she became.
One hundred thousand taels!
This is the bounty for a C-level mission.
This means that if Hyuga works three hours a day, he can get paid for a C-level task.
The price is not bad.
"After all, the other party is from the Hyuga family. Let alone the price, this reputation alone can bring many customers to the bathhouse." Akira analyzed.
"I know, but in this case, the profit of our bathing pool will be very small." Kushina felt that it was not worthwhile.
"The price is too expensive." Uchiha Mikoto also shook his head.
One hundred thousand taels a day! Three million taels a month!
This is equivalent to Happy Tangyu working for the Hyuga clan.
"Actually, it's not that there is no solution." Akira thought for a while and had an idea.
"What? Say it quickly." Kushina urged.
"You have a way?" Uchiha Mikoto looked skeptical.
"It's very simple to solve this problem! We can arrange guests through bidding." Akira said with a smile.
"Bid?"
"That's right!"
Akira nodded and continued.
"Let the customers bid their own bids, and the highest bidder can make an appointment for the installation service of Hyuga's bell arm.
"This way, we can pass on the money for hiring Hyuga's ringtones to our customers."
Hearing this suggestion, Kushina's eyes lit up.
"That's great, we have nothing to lose."
"No, not only that!" Uchiha Mikoto thought of something more.
"If the customer bids more than 100,000 taels, we can still make money from Hyuga's ring tone!"
"Moreover, we can also register those guests who exceed 100,000 taels and make an appointment later.
The more Uchiha Mikoto talked, the happier he was.
"That way, we can keep making money from Hyuga Suzune."
"Great." Kushina was excited.
"As expected of the wife of the Uchiha patriarch!" Akira praised (dbcb).
With a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for!
next.
Kushina moved without stopping.
As the owner of the bathhouse, Akira was also involved.
half an hour later.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Hyuga woman entered the store and was invited into the room.
Akira looked at each other.
Soft and weak, with full breasts.
Standard Hyuga beauty, standard Hyuga figure!
Of course, Akira is comparing according to the standard of Hinata in the future.
After signing the agreement, Hyuga Suzune bowed and left politely.
"Tomorrow we will start promoting!" Kushina is full of energy.
"If all goes well, the Hyuga ringtone will be able to work tomorrow."
evening.
Kushina, Mrs. Mikoto, Minako, Akira and Rin Nohara gathered for dinner.
Originally, it was a harmonious dinner. But eating and eating, problems arise.
Minako glanced at Akira seemingly unintentionally, and sent a familiar look.
By the way, she looked at the corridor on the left.
Akira thought about it for a while, and felt that there should be no mistake this time.
Meaning: See you at the bath on the left.
"I'm full~~I'm going to sleep." Kushina rubbed her belly, and ran to the room on the right like the wind.
She wants to rest early, because there are still many things to be busy tomorrow.
The second to leave was Mrs. Mikoto.
Under Akira's gaze, Uchiha Mikoto walked to the corridor on the left, heading towards the bath.
"???"
Wait a moment.
"If I remember correctly, what Minako promised was also a bath?"
With this question in mind, Akira looked at Minako again.
now.
Minako was obviously stunned too.
But soon, she gestured to the room on the left again.
Akira felt dizzy for a while.
These two women exchanged back and forth, he was a little confused.
"Akira, I'm full too, good night." Rin bid farewell, and ran to find Kushina to sleep.
"Let's go."
Minako couldn't wait, and took Akira's arm.
Minako, her impatience palpable, dragged Akira toward the corridor.
She didn't lead him to the baths; she pulled him straight to the room on the left, the one she had originally gestured toward, the one Kushina had previously soundproofed.
She slammed the door shut, plunging them into the 'Curtain of Darkness' void.
Before Akira could fully process the switch in location or the Uchiha matriarch's unexpected detour, Minako had him against the wall, her body pressed fiercely to his.
"You smell like her perfume," Minako accused, her voice low and rough, devoid of its usual playful charm.
"I saw her walk toward the baths. You think I don't know what that little look means?"
Akira realized immediately that this wasn't about sex; it was about asserting dominance and punishing perceived wandering.
Minako was livid that he might have considered Mikoto first.
"There's no contest, Minako," Akira murmured, his hands moving quickly to strip off her clothes.
The anger and jealousy radiating from her were incredibly arousing—a raw, dangerous edge he had never felt before.
Minako was already half-undressed, her silky dinner wear falling away easily. She was nude beneath, her skin hot and trembling.
She didn't wait for him to finish. Her hands went to his belt, tearing his clothes open with a speed and aggression that belied her petite frame.
"Prove it," she commanded, her voice a fierce whisper.
"Prove your loyalty is here, in this room, and not wandering the bathhouse."
She pushed him onto the futon, straddling him instantly. She was already slick and throbbing, driven by rage and desire.
She found his hard length and, without hesitation or preamble, took him deep inside her in one sudden, powerful motion.
Akira roared, the shock of the deep, immediate penetration momentarily stealing his breath. Minako was on top, taking aggressive, punishing control.
Thump! Squelch! Thump!
She began to ride him, not in a rhythmic sway, but in a violent, desperate bucking motion that drove him to his roots with every downward slam.
Her face, invisible in the darkness, was a mask of furious concentration.
"You look at me! You only look at me!" she demanded, though her words were muffled by the darkness.
Akira quickly recovered, asserting his dominance even from below.
His hands shot up, gripping her hips, forcing her to lean forward, locking them into a more sustainable, yet equally brutal rhythm. He drove up into her, matching her speed, challenging her control.
"I see you, Minako! I only see you!" he bit out, his teeth grazing her collarbone.
"You are desperate for me to prove it!"
She met his intensity, her body responding to his harsh claim. She cried out, the pleasure and the rage meeting in a dizzying spiral.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him fiercely, threatening to steal his control with every desperate lunge.
Akira grabbed her thighs, lifting her slightly, spinning her around so she was kneeling, facing the wall, still impaled upon him.
The sudden shift was shocking, changing the angle dramatically, hitting her deeper, more intensely than before.
"The Clan Chief's wife can wait her turn!" Akira hissed into her ear, driving into her from behind.
Minako screamed, the powerful sound instantly swallowed by the soundproofing. Her head fell forward onto the futon. The change in position, combined with his ruthless pace, was too much.
"I believe you! I believe you!" she cried, her body convulsing into a violent, earth-shattering orgasm.
Akira felt the profound wave of her release surrounding him, milking every last ounce of sensation.
He drove into her, hard and fast, for a final, frantic minute, his control snapping completely. He let out a loud, powerful groan, his own climax detonating with intense force, flooding her interior.
He collapsed onto her back, completely spent. Minako lay beneath him, trembling, drenched in sweat, but utterly victorious in her assertion.
An hour and a half later.
Akira walked out of the room as a victor.
thump! thump!
As soon as he walked to the corridor, Mrs. Mikoto came out of the bath wrapped in a towel.
"Why are you still standing there?"
With a resentful tone, Uchiha Mikoto blushed.
"Mrs. Mikoto! Since you can't wait, I can only talk to you."
Akira responded with a smile, went to the bath, and dragged Mrs. Mikoto into it.
Akira didn't give Mikoto a chance to speak. Her appearance, wrapped only in a damp towel, was too tempting a continuation of his night.
The resentment in her tone, the flush on her cheeks—she was clearly furious that he had chosen Minako first, but her body language screamed anticipation.
"The bath is the best place for a private, in-depth conversation, don't you agree, Lady Mikoto?"
Akira murmured, his hands resting on her towel-wrapped shoulders.
Mikoto's dark eyes flashed with defiance and hunger.
"You kept me waiting," she whispered, the humidity of the corridor making her voice husky.
"Then we must make up for lost time," Akira countered, giving her a predatory smile. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her, towel and all, into the VIP bath box.
He didn't wait for her to set the towel down. He backed her against the steaming, tiled wall, pressing his body against hers, trapping her.
He ripped the damp cotton away, letting it fall with a soft plop onto the wet floor.
Mikoto was magnificent: lean, powerful, and utterly ready. The heat of the room was nothing compared to the heat of her skin.
She didn't fight; she threw her arms around his neck, her strong ninja hands twisting in his hair, demanding a brutal, immediate kiss.
He captured her mouth, the kiss fierce and consuming, tasting of water and repressed longing.
His hands moved quickly, expertly removing the rest of their clothes, letting them join the discarded towel on the stone floor.
Mikoto's legs wrapped instantly around his waist, pulling his hips flush to hers, the slickness of their wet skin making the contact electrifying.
"Right here, Akira," she commanded, her voice a low growl of pure lust. "Make me forget I waited."
He positioned himself, driving deep inside her in one fluid, powerful stroke.
The sound of their bodies joining was wet, loud, and echoing, bouncing off the tiled walls of the empty bathhouse.
Glush! Glush! Ahh!
The warm bathwater, which was still running lightly, lapped around their ankles, adding to the sensual, slippery environment.
Akira set a relentless, punishing rhythm. He was fast, forceful, asserting his dominance after the delay.
Mikoto responded with equal fury, her moans becoming deep, primal cries that she made no attempt to silence.
"You're a demon, Akira! You're trying to break me!" she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
"I'm tapping the well, Mikoto," he reminded her, his hips slamming into hers with renewed force.
"And it's flowing beautifully!"
He grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg high onto his shoulder, exposing her completely while increasing the angle and depth of his thrusts.
This position was intense, hitting her core with agonizing precision.
Mikoto shattered.
"aaaaaahhhhhhhh"
She screamed, a raw, uncontrolled sound of absolute release, her body bowing violently off the wall. Her internal muscles spasmed around him, desperately trying to hold him captive.
Akira rode the wave of her climax, his eyes closed in fierce concentration.
He felt her profound surrender, and it was the most intoxicating drug.
He delivered a final, relentless barrage of deep, powerful strokes, his own control snapping.
With a deep, guttural yell that reverberated through the steam-filled box, he poured his seed deep into her, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.
He slumped against her, holding her tightly against the cool wall as they both recovered.
He lifted his head, his face inches from hers. Her eyes, usually the pride of the Uchiha, were glazed over, swimming with exhausted satisfaction.
"Did you forget you waited, Lady Mikoto?" he whispered, planting a possessive, rough kiss on her lips.
She didn't speak. She just nodded slowly, her body melting against his.
Akira smiled, a victor twice over.
He carried her, wet and spent, from the bath box and towards her temporary room to secure their dangerous secret.