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This is the second chapter of the story. I would advise reading the first chapter to obtain more knowledge over the plot.

WARNING: Story contains sexual themes.

A flock of birds stormed over past the hidden leaf village, chirping as they went. As the rays of the sun crept through the curtains of the dojo's second floor, they splashed aimlessly upon a thin mattress, revealing that one half lay empty. As he felt the heat of the morning sun along his handsome facial structure, Kanatoko opened his eyes, before ultimately rising into a seated position. He tended to his delicate eyes, ensuring that his Byakugan were treated with the utmost regard. It was not until after his eyes comprehended the movement of two jiggling blobs of flesh standing before the dresser's mirror that he noticed his wife was not beside him in bed, but rather tending to her own eyelids, accentuating them with a violet powder.

The head of the Hyuga Clan looked onward with utter confusion encompassing his being. Even his Byakugan took a moment to adjust to the sight before it; what was so incredibly profound in shape and size that it even encapsulated the eyes of the Hyuga was no more than the buttocks of his own dear wife. Like two bowling balls made of the softest materials known to all of mankind, they wobbled, succumbing to the minimal movements of Sayuri's arm thrusts. As she applied her mascara, as she coated her soft lips, they reacted, growing all the more excited with each passing second. Kanatoko was forced to hide away his own excitement with the use of a blanket when Sayuri noticed his presence through the reflection of the mirror.

"You're finally awake, Otto-san?" Sayuri inquired, pumping her lips together as if to test out the coating. "I left your breakfast out on the table in the kitchen for you. I was in a bit of a hurry, so I went ahead and ate already."

It was most certainly an odd turn of events. Just the other day, he had to force her out from the bed; yet, all of a sudden, here she was, leaving him behind in the dust. As his eyes lifted from having been fixated upon Sayuri's rump, they slowly climbed up her physique, both through the reflection and in actuality, noting a thorough analysis.

Though she was his wife, it had been a long time, even for him, since he had seen her in such an outfit. The sheer concept of it plagued his mind. She was fitted in a pair of skin tight shorts, black in color. They were so scarce in length that they barely made it down either of her buttock, leaving behind at least half of the spherical flesh and exposing much of her thighs down to her ankles. Sayuri was also adorned within a red tanktop, the collar of which was worn quite low, exposing the vast cleavage of her planetary breasts. For the first time in a long while, her forehead protector, bearing the insignia of the Hidden Leaf, could be seen worn around her forehead. This, along with the entirely flexible attire had most certainly caught Kanatoko's interest. By all means, it looked as though she was off to training grounds for an intense session.

"And just where exactly are you headed off to in such a hurry?" Kanatoko's voice deepened, growing fiercer in context. "You can't possibly be heading off to the old office dressed like that."

Sayuri turned around, offering her husband a warm smile. Revealing that she planned to train the opponent of his nephew for the upcoming chunin exams would not settle well with him; thus, she would have to accommodate for her sins, by telling a bit of a fib.

"Well, with all the other hidden villages involved with this chunin exams, it leaves me with very little work to do, if any at all. I thought I'd capitalize on this time off by getting in some very necessary training time," she explained. "It's as you always tell me: we must not blind ourselves to momentary pleasures, but rather spend that time harnessing our own powers."

He nodded his head, raising his eyebrows in appallment. "Very interesting, it seems as though my teachings have finally gotten to you. Well now, if that is truly what you are planning to do, then I bid you good luck. I have my own work to attend to; my own training session with Teppei will more than likely take me past midnight, so do excuse my tardiness," Kanatoko said in response.

Sayuri nodded, before her figure vanished into thin lines, eaten away by the fabrics of time. With his Byakugan, Kanatoko praised the usage of the Body Flicker Technique his wife had just now displayed.

While the dojo was meant for training purposes, it would be strictly off limits until Sayuri's husband had departed for his own session; that way, there would be no rising suspicions as to what Sayuri was truly doing. Still yet, she still planned on moving back towards the dojo for much of Satoshi's training: she only needed to wait until Kanatoko had already left. For now, Satoshi and Sayuri had agreed to meet in a nearby clearing within the surrounding forest.

When Sayuri appeared within the open field of grass, she noticed Satoshi sitting patiently on a small log with his hands running along his thighs nervously. She approached him slowly, so as not to startle him. The sound of his stomach rumbled, crying out to her as she stood before him.

"So you made it this early after all," she began, her welcome to the boy. "And by the looks of it, you also skipped out on breakfast; excellent."

Satoshi covered his stomach using both arms the next time it sounded. He looked down at his feet, even when he spoke. "Th-thank you for agreeing to train me again, Hokage-sama."

"It's my pleasure, really. However, I ask that while we are together like this, you refer to me strictly as sensei," Sayuri said, as her hands fell to her hips. "Now stand up, we have work to do."

Nodding in agreement, Satoshi stood to his feet. "Y-yes, S-sensei."

Sayuri turned around, glancing at the large amount of space they had been provided. She then lifted a single hand, causing the ground to quake subtly. Within an instant, a black pillar, made entirely of iron, rose from the ground some few yards away. Satoshi watched with widened eyes as the Hokage displayed the prowess of her kekkei genkai without so much as a single hand sign.

As an Uchiha-Senju hybrid, Sayuri had inherited two kekkei genkai, two bloodline traits. From her Uchiha lineage, she had acquired the infamous sharingan, granting her enhanced vision and obscene ocular prowess. From the Senju blood coursing her veins, she had obtained the Suikinmyaku; a counterpart of the Shikotsumyaku which allowed for bone manipulation. In Sayuri's case, she was given the ability to manipulate metals at will.

Glancing over towards Satoshi, Sayuri held out a plain hand. Within a second, several beads of metal began to emerge from within her palm, morphing into the shape of shuriken. "Let's test out your aim before anything. Most of today will be focused on seeing where you are at with everything. I want to get a good feel as to what sort of level you are on so I know how to train you most effectively," she explained.

Swallowing his anxiety, Satoshi reached into Sayuri's hand and took the shuriken from her. As his fingers smudged across her gentle skin, a soothing aroma went off within his mind. He had never felt something so soft in his entire life. The mere touch of her skin was addictive; he wanted more of it. Satoshi froze for a moment, as the thoughts of Sayuri's skin stormed his mind. Sayuri merely lifted an eyebrow, before waving her hand up in his face.

"Oh! S-sorry, I..." he placed the shuriken in between each of his fingers and looked down between his feet again in disappointment.

"Don't be so easily distracted. The time we have is severely limited, so let's make the most of it," Sayuri said in response, before pointing over the metallic pillar in the distance. "Now, take aim at that pillar."

Satoshi looked up and over towards the pillar. Crossing his arms over his chest, he thrusted them out towards the sides and unleashed a barrage of shuriken in the position of the pillar. There was an impressive rotation within their trajectory, and all but a single shuriken hit their target.

Watching with her sharingan, Sayuri determined the results from afar. She examined the markings left over on the iron pillar. Because of the sheer might of the rod, the shuriken were not able to penetrate it exactly, though had still managed to deal damage. They now lied in the grass, cracks apparent all about them from the collision.

"Nice job," Sayuri praised. "I purposely made those shuriken heavier than the norm, though that doesn't seem to have thrown off your aim much."

Sayuri turned, her sight focusing on the boy. It was then that Satoshi caught his first glimpse of the sharingan. Crimson red irises taken over by a dark black outer ring. Three tomoe spun in place carefully, making for a menacing appearance. It was within that exact instant that the world around him grew dark. His body began to shiver, and he fell backward, into the grass. Beads of sweat rippled down his forehead and he looked onward with widened eyes. For just a moment, he could have sworn he had just saw his own death.

"So it seems you aren't too experienced in dispelling genjutsu," Sayuri said, offering out her hand. "Sorry for not giving you a warning before that one."

Satoshi nodded, though his mind appeared lost. It wasn't until his hand connected with Sayuri's that he started feeling better. Like an instant cure to the potent illusion, the complexion of his face returned, though his train of thought yet again disappeared. He took Sayuri's hand as she helped him up to his feet, and forgot to let go of it thereafter. She only looked on in confusion, before going to retrieve it herself.

"Are you alright?"

He shook himself awake and nodded, before his head fell back down to look towards his feet. "Y-yes.. sorry sensei."

A hand went through his dark hair. His eyes widened as the same pleasure returned, though this time to the top of the framework. Sayuri lifted his head with her hand, engaging in eye contact upon dispelling her sharingan. "Keep your head up, alright?" she instructed. "Let the world see that cute face. It won't do you any good if you don't have at least that much confidence within yourself."

Satoshi's eyes widened once more. A slight blush appeared beneath his eyes. Now, all he could hear within his head was her words on a loop. She had referred to him as cute. Did she really mean it? Or was she merely saying it to raise his confidence?

The rest of the day carried on like that, with Sayuri testing for his levels of experience within each shinobi field, and Satoshi blanking out upon the most minimal of physical alterations. They spent the entire day outdoors within that plain field, and departed once the sun began to set.

All night long, Satoshi relived the day within his head. He giggled when he thought of Sayuri, and he smiled when he remembered her warm smile. The touch of her skin still comforted, and he longed for more. The time he had spent with her was scarce, yet already one the best experiences in his life. She made him feel good, for she accepted him for the way he was. Even in their very first meeting, she never once looked down at him, being the Hokage of all people. She wasn't like all the other people, especially not the ones he had encountered at school back in the day, or even like the rest of his teammates. She was gentle, and caring. His eyes closed slowly as he awaited the next day.

Days went by. By now, the sounds of colliding kunai sounded in the dojo's training facility. Satoshi strafed from side to side, gripping his weapon with a look of determination settling in his eyes. His eyes fell upon the jiggling breasts of his opponent only briefly, though he had somehow grown strong enough to endure such pleasures in their time spent together, at least during their sparring matches. He flung his shoulder forward, meeting his kunai with Sayuri as she stormed forth. A spark sounded in between the two weapons, and both combatants retreated to their sides.

"Very good," Sayuri mused. "I can already see your level of improvement since our last match. Let's take a quick break. I'll meet you outside for our ninjutsu training."

Breathing heavily, Satoshi reached for his tankard and poured cold water down his throat. The piece of equipment was special to him, most nearly because it had been crafted by Sayuri herself. As he took his waterbreak, Satoshi looked back at the week long worth of training the two had done. Without question, he had grown stronger. Physically, he was in the best shape of his life, with all the weights she had made him lift. As far as training tools went, all different variations were handy, as Sayuri could literally make them through her Suikinmyaku, near instantly. Many times, she forged a pair of hand cuffs to seal off the movements of his arms, forcing him to work entirely with his legs and feet. This increased his footwork tremendously, making him faster, adding to his vertical.

"Today, I'll teach you how to use a new jutsu," Sayuri explained when Satoshi came through the back door of the dojo. She looked forward towards the backyard, which was much like the open field the two had trained on the first day. "This one was unique to the Uchiha back in the day. Since we have discovered your natural affinity towards the fire element, I think it will be a wonderful asset to add to your arsenal."

Satoshi only nodded in agreement, and looked onwards as Sayuri weaved together a pair of hand signs. Her stomach suddenly expanded, before the energy traveled up to her throat, causing her breasts inflate in the process. Her cheeks puffed out into circles as she threw her head backward, holding her hands together beneath her chest.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!" She said aloud, before an intense rage of flames escaped her rounded lips. Taking the shape of a large sphere, the flames were given life until Sayuri's chest began to decompress. Eventually, the jutsu vanished from sight.

Sayuri looked back at Satoshi for his reaction. "Will I r-really be able to do that?" he questioned in disbelief.

She smiled warmly, nodding in return. "Of course. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. Now, follow these exact hand signs."

Sayuri slowly went over the handsigns, first forming the the Snake, then the Ram, the Monkey, the Boar, the Horse, and finally, the Tiger.

"Knead chakra into your stomach, and force it up towards your mouth," Sayuri instructed. "Then, you're going to need to round your lips, like you're going to kiss someone."

Sayuri expelled another impressive flamethrower from her mouth, before recalling it and nudging Satoshi to take his turn. Following her directions, he mustered chakra all the way to his mouth, though failed to round his lips accordingly. A subtle spark escaped his mouth, and smoke streamed outward, forcing him to a cough.

"Not bad for your first attempt," Sayuri said. "The issue was that you didn't properly round your lips."

Sayuri bent over, lowering herself to Satoshi's level. Placing her hands onto her knees, she pressed her soft lips together and pouted, much like a duck's bill.

Satoshi froze, yet again. Once more, the world around him seemed to have slowed down. Sayuri's eyes appeared to glitter beneath the rays of the sun, and in her current position, Satoshi could see down her dress and into her cleavage. His face turned red, as her lips inched in closer between his eyes.

He attempted to replicate her lips, the beautiful round structure they encompassed. He wanted more than anything to touch them, to capture them and never again let them know what a breath felt like. Even so, he failed miserably in accomplishing this goal of his, as he was unable to properly round his lips, much less touch Sayuri's.

Realizing his lips were nowhere near what they should have been, Satoshi turned away from Sayuri, his face a bright red. "I... I've never really kissed a girl before..."

There was a long silence. It was an incredibly difficult fact to admit, especially to the person in charge of training him. Satoshi was 17 years old; most of his peers were moving towards losing their virginity. Yet, Satoshi had never once before even met a woman's lips.

"Oh," Sayuri finally said, her tone clearly attempting to provide some sort of comfort, as if trying to move on from the awkward silence. "That's fine, I mean, there's nothing wrong with that or anything."

Satoshi sighed. He truly felt like a loser, deep within his heart. His confidence was diminishing, it was almost like he could materially feel it slipping through his grasp. Girls had always been a difficult subject for him to come by. They never were too fond of him, no matter his greatest of attempts.

He looked down at the ground between his feet. It was a fitting sight, since everyone had compared him to dirt to begin with.

Suddenly, he was forced to look up. A delicate hand grazed his cheek gently, turning his head to the side. Without another moment of hesitation, Sayuri leaned in closer to him, touching her lips to his.

Satoshi's eyes widened immediately. Never before had he felt something so spectacular in all of his lifetime. Looking in front of him, it was like staring through the door of heavens themselves. The sight of a curvaceous brunette bending over, with her large ass sticking out at the other end. On the opposite side, her face was connected to his. The taste of her lips was sweet, like strawberries.

Though the kiss lasted for no more than a few seconds, Satoshi could still feel the impact over his mouth even after Sayuri had pulled away. She donned another one of her warm smiles and peered into his soul, blessing his entire being with unprecedented confidence. What he had so little of a second ago had suddenly risen through the roof. His jaw dropped in awe, longing to reunite with her lips once. He bore a dumbfounded expression on his face as Sayuri's fingers cut through his hair.

"There," she said. "Now you know what that feels like. Do exactly that and give this jutsu another try."

Sayuri's approach to the technique was beyond luxurious. Now, all that remained was living up to the expectations. It was clear within his mind that she had kissed him only for the sake of his mentorship and in the hopes of raising his confidence. Though he didn't care. All that mattered now was making sure that that smile remained on her face. That it became permanent.

Weaving a pair of hand signs, he sought to create a ball of flames, not for himself; not for the Chunin Exams; but rather, the queen who had believed in him all along. Sure enough, a stream of flames passed through his mouth, and Satoshi turned back immediately to catch another glimpse of Sayuri's smile.