Mikasa stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, the morning light casting a soft, golden hue over her reflection.
She smoothed down the fabric of her secretary uniform, a sleek ensemble that hugged her curves with precision.
The tight black skirt clung to her hips and thighs like a second skin, the material stretching just enough to accentuate the firm roundness of her ass, ending mid-thigh to reveal the long, toned legs that Eren had always admired.
The white button-up shirt was perfectly fitted, the crisp cotton molding to her full breasts, the top two buttons left undone to hint at the lace of her bra beneath.
It nipped in at her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure, and the sleeves were rolled up slightly, giving her a professional yet undeniably seductive look.
She adjusted the collar, feeling the fabric brush against her sensitive skin—still tender from last night's marks—and slipped on her heels, the click of them on the floor echoing like a promise of the day ahead.
I look ready for work, she thought, but the uniform, implemented by Minato himself, always made her feel like she was dressing for more than just paperwork.
It was a rule for his secretaries: form-fitting, alluring, a subtle reminder of who held the power in the office.
Downstairs, Eren waited in the living room, his eyes lighting up as she descended the stairs.
The way the skirt swayed with each step, the shirt shifting to reveal a glimpse of cleavage, made his heart race.
"You look amazing as ever," he said, his voice warm and genuine, stepping forward to pull her into his arms. His hands rested on her waist, feeling the tight fabric under his palms, the heat of her body seeping through.
Mikasa smiled, a mix of affection and lingering guilt in her eyes, and leaned in to meet his kiss.
Their lips connected softly at first, a tender brush that quickly deepened into something more passionate.
Eren's hands slid lower, cupping her ass through the skirt, squeezing gently as their tongues danced, the familiar taste of him—minty from toothpaste, with a hint of the coffee he'd had—filling her senses.
She moaned softly into his mouth, "Mmm… Eren," her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
The make-out session stretched on for minutes, their bodies pressing together, her breasts against his chest, the friction sending sparks through her.
Eren's erection grew against her thigh, the hardness pressing through his pants, making her pulse quicken. They broke apart only when breath became necessary, foreheads resting together, both panting slightly.
"Bye-bye," she whispered, her voice husky, pecking his lips one last time.
"Take care of yourself," Eren replied, his hands lingering on her hips as if reluctant to let go. The boundaries they'd set last night felt solid now, a fragile peace that made him hold her a second longer.
Minato stood nearby, watching the exchange with a neutral expression, though internally, a flicker of irritation stirred.
As Mikasa approached him, he placed his hand on her shoulder—firm but not invasive. Initially, he'd wanted to slide it to her waist, to pull her close and show Eren who truly commanded her attention, but he restrained himself.
Not yet, he thought. Take it slow. Ruin it all for one moment, and I lose the game. The touch was light, professional, but his fingers lingered just enough to feel the warmth of her skin through the shirt.
"We'll see you later," Minato said calmly, his voice steady as he activated his teleportation jutsu. In a flash of yellow light, they vanished, leaving Eren alone in the living room.
Eren let out a long breath, sinking back onto the sofa. The house felt quieter without her, but for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt a glimmer of hope.
Our relationship is still intact. We set boundaries—clear ones. No more fucking in front of me, no more humiliation. She's mine, even if… even if she needs him for that. The marks on her body stung his pride, but the way she'd apologized, the passion in their kiss—it reassured him. Minato's just a fling for her needs. I'm the one she loves.
He smiled faintly, the ego boost from Minato's apology still lingering like a warm glow.In a swirl of chakra, Minato and Mikasa materialized in the center of his Hokage office, the spacious room filled with stacks of scrolls, maps on the walls, and the large desk that symbolized his authority.
The air here was cooler, a contrast to the humid bedroom, but the faint scent of polished wood and ink couldn't mask the underlying tension.
Minato stepped away from her, his hand leaving her shoulder with a lingering brush that sent a subtle shiver down her spine. He walked to his main desk, the one where he made decisions that shaped the village's fate—wars declared, alliances forged.
He settled into his high-backed chair with calm grace, leaning back as his blue eyes fixed on her, staring intently.Mikasa met his gaze, a small smile curving her lips. She felt a rush of relief—everything had worked out.
"Everything went well. I didn't really think it would succeed," she said, her voice light, almost playful. The plan to boost Eren's ego by having Minato kneel and apologize had been a gamble, but seeing Eren's mood lift, the way he'd kissed her with renewed confidence—it had paid off.
Minato continued to stare, his expression unreadable, the intensity of his gaze making the room feel smaller, the air thicker. Mikasa shifted slightly, her tight skirt riding up just a fraction, the fabric whispering against her thighs.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, a note of uncertainty creeping into her tone. His silence was unnerving, those blue eyes piercing like they could see through her soul.
"You are asking me what is wrong? Really?" Minato replied, his voice low and edged with controlled anger, leaning forward slightly, elbows on the desk.
Mikasa blinked, confusion furrowing her brow. Why is he angry? Everything went according to plan. Our relationship with Eren is saved—we should be celebrating.
"Yes, I'm asking. What could possibly be bothering you? We pulled it off perfectly. Eren forgave me, us. He's happy now."Without a word, Mikasa's hands moved to her shirt, her fingers slowly unbuttoning it, the crisp white fabric parting to reveal the lacy white bra beneath.
It was part of the uniform rule Minato had implemented for his secretaries—a subtle power play that kept things… interesting in the office.
The shirt slipped off her shoulders, falling to the floor with a soft rustle, her breasts jiggling slightly as she moved, barely contained by the bra, the creamy swells overflowing the cups, nipples hardening against the lace from the cool office air.
She walked toward him with confident, seductive strides, her heels clicking on the wooden floor, hips swaying in the tight skirt that hugged her ass like a glove.
Coming around the desk, she leaned in, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, her breasts pressing against his chest, the warmth of her body seeping through his clothes.
"Now, will you tell me what happened? Why are you angry?" she murmured, her breath hot against his ear, fingers tracing patterns on his back.Minato's arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer, but his voice remained tense.
"You really don't know why I'm angry? You gave another man a lap dance right in front of me. Ground your ass on his crotch like a common tease. I think that's reason enough to be pissed."
Mikasa pulled back slightly, astonishment widening her eyes. He's jealous? After everything he did?The hypocrisy hit her like a slap.
"Me? You're angry at me for that? It was you I should be furious with! You nearly destroyed my marriage last night. You fucked me senseless right in front of Eren, made him watch every thrust, every moan. And now you're upset because I gave my husband—a man I love—a little lap dance to make him feel better? Your ego is unbelievable!"Minato's eyes darkened, his grip on her waist tightening, fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt.
"Of course I'm angry. You're mine, Mikasa. You shouldn't give anything to anyone else. You belong to me—my property, my possession. Your ass, your boobs, your whole body—it's all for me. You dance for me, grind for me, moan for me. No one else gets that privilege."
Mikasa felt a thrill mix with her irritation—his possessiveness was intoxicating, making her core clench despite herself. But she stood her ground.
"Calm down. You know I still love Eren. That was the plan, remember? Boost his ego so he forgives us, then we continue our… arrangement. You'll slowly turn him into a cuck, but he'll stay with me because I need him emotionally. Last night was intense, but we can't rush it, or everything falls apart."
Minato sighed, his anger simmering down as he pulled her onto his lap, her skirt riding up to expose more of her thighs.
"I know. But seeing you like that… it pissed me off. You're right, though—patience is key. I guess I overreacted."
Mikasa smiled, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"I guess I was wrong too, then. Let me apologize properly."
She slid off his lap, kneeling before him with graceful seduction, her cleavage on full display, breasts heaving with each breath, the white bra straining against them.
Minato's gaze darkened with lust, the view sending a surge through him—her on her knees, submissive yet confident, her eyes locked on his with promise.
Her hands reached for his pants, fingers deftly unzipping them, the sound sharp in the quiet office. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, slapping against her cheek with a soft thud.
The heat of it against her skin made her gasp, the musky scent filling her nostrils, making her mouth water.
She smiled up at him, her lips parting as she leaned in, ready to envelop him in her warm mouth.
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