Naruto: The Prince of Lust-Chapter 283

Upon their next break for air, Naruto heaves in between asking, "and... we can talk after-"

"Yes, yes," Mabui interrupts, thinking of nothing more than chasing that hot throbbing feeling. "Now shut up and kiss me!"

He complied as quickly as the thrill building in her humping crotch was building. Burning with need, she's certain her love nectar has seeped through the tent of his pants, but she can't think past how hard he is. Moaning, she rode his restrained erection as she made out with him moving closer to a grand release when her carnal spell is finally broken with Samui's, "I apologize for the interruption."

Clean, citrus-scented, and in a gray and white hooded sweater that barely restrains her large breasts or covers her privates, Mabui didn't sense her captain until she was speaking right next to them. In looking at the picturesque blond, Mabui finally found a benefit to her expressionless face; she didn't have to see a sassy expression essentially accusing her of having too much fun. Instead, she evenly explains, "I tried calling out."

"Sorry," a blushing Naruto sheepishly replies.

Getting up, Mabui's heavily-lidded eyes watch Naruto as she slowly shifts her dress to cover her thonged womanhood. The way he gazes hungrily at the honey leaking down her toned caramel thighs unquestionably clinches her determination to squeeze every ounce of genius juice from his throbbing pleasure-stick. She doesn't even have to pretend to want him for Kage and country and orders her blond captain, "keep him warm for me," as she rushes to the bathroom.

Gripping the sink tightly, Mabui tries to calm her lust while her mind yells, 'why the hell was I fighting this! Thank you, Kubikiribōchō!' To Mabui, this is kismet. Samui ordered her to prostitute herself, Darui and A-sama endorsed it, and now Mabui wants to indulge more than they would be comfortable with.

The plan was for her to take a shower to give Naruto enough time with Samui, but Mabui was too hot to wait. She felt fevered; having gone too long without a genius inside her and she prays to Kami the boy will last longer than her fiance could.

Slipping out of her dress, thong, and bra, Mabui splashes cool water on her fevered face to soothe the rough pangs of desire stimulating all her pleasure zones. She then slides on nothing more than her gray silk lingerie nightgown; the easiest thing to hike up or rip off. She dots a bit of peach perfume on her neck and runs her fingers through her silver mane to add just the right amount of volume before exiting the small washroom to the scene of Samui making out with Naruto while straddling his lap.

'She's not even grinding against his erection,' Mabui's salacious mind points out. With an abrupt clarity, Mabui remembers the stoic beauty's difficulty with intimacy and decides to help Samui first while she still has the presence of mind to do so—'because if he says one more astonishing revelation about Fūinjutsu, I'm going to fucking lose it!' Walking behind the straddling blond woman, Mabui knows Samui wasn't wearing anything under the hooded sweater.