Chapter 1: Introduction
The village's headquarters, the backbone of Konohagakure, hummed with the vibracies of its inhabitants - village head honchos, accomplished Kunoichi, and promising genins. Tucked inside its heartbeat was a small room, an office where the fates of many would be decided. The sunlight poured through the lone window, casting an ethereal glow that danced across the solid wooden frames and woven mats lining the floors.
"Ah, Kurenai, perfect timing," greeted a white-bearded, old man behind a desk.
Seated adjacent to him was Kurenai, her facial features etched with a blend of professionalism and camaraderie. Her dark eyes took in the scene as she spoke with a faint uptick at the end."We evaluated Hinata's performance today. She had a strong start, but she seemed to falter when the real pressure set in."
The Hokage's old eyes narrowed as he recollected Hinata's struggle during her recent assessment."Kurenai, you know she's dedicated to the craft, but I cannot condone low standards.
Not only is it a risk to herself, but to her comrades." The aged Hokage leaned back in his chair, his tone final and a hint of desolation in his eyes.
"Kurenai, I understand your concern, but Hinata must face the reality of her skills. We cannot afford to risk the village's safety."
Kurenai couldn't shake off the image of Hinata's crestfallen expression when she failed the assessment. She gathered her thoughts, her voice tinged with embarrassment as she added, "Hokage-sama, have you ever considered the possibility of another path? With Hinata's physical attributes, she could excel in a different role. As a specialist kunoichi, perhaps?"
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the words settling on their shoulders.
"Kurenai, I appreciate your devotion to your student, but I cannot lower the standards for her. Besides, what do you even mean Hinata's... 'physical attributes'? Her physical score was noted to be average." Replied the old wizened Hokage, brows furrowing.
Kurenai hesitated for a moment, before gulping and nervously revealing Hinata's secret to the Hokage.
"Hinata has a... physical attribute that's larger than everyone, Hokage-sama." Kurenai stammered, her cheeks flushed with a sudden heat.
The Hokage leaned forward, eyes wide with confusion. "Physical attribute? Larger than all?!"
"Hinata's breasts are larger than even the famed Tsunade Senju," Kurenai spoke in a hushed tone, as if sharing a secret that could change everything.
The Hokage sat back in his chair, rubbing his beard as he contemplated the information. "Hmm, I see. That's an interesting development indeed.
But you understand my skepticism," the Hokage mused. "But if it's true, then it's worth considering a different path for Hinata."
Kurenai nodded, gratitude reflected in her gaze. "Yes, Hokage-sama. I've prepared myself for the possibility of nurturing her attributes to their fullest potential."
The Hokage stroked his beard, deep in thought. Still conflicted.
So Kurenai encourages the Hokage to give Hinata a chance. She moves confidently behind the desk, her eyes locked onto her target as she advances towards him. Her intentions are clear; she wants to give him pleasure beyond measure so she'll come to her perspective. She carefully reaches underneath the table, feeling for the object that has been calling to her all night long.
In a swift movement she fishes out his cock and engulfs it with her mouth.
"Very well, then. I'll think about giving Hinata a choice. In exchange I do hope you pleasure me properly." The Hokage decided after seeing what this young lady was willing to do for her protege.
Kurenai's head bobbed in a steady rhythm as she pleasured the Hokage, using every trick she had learned through her years of seduction. She teased his balls with her fingers, squeezing them gently while her tongue traced the length of his veiny shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked with all her might, creating a satisfying slurping sound as she worked. The Hokage was already swelling in her mouth, and a low groan escaped his lips as he surrendered to the sensation.
"Alright, Kurenai, since you give me such pleasure, I shall hear your proposal. I'll give Hinata the chance to become a specialist kunoichi."
Kurenai moaned in delight, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel the Hokage's cock growing harder in her mouth with each passing moment. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the taste of power and authority.
"Ahh, that's it," the Hokage groaned.
"You truly are skilled at this."
Kurenai pulled back, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and determination. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. I'm glad you approve of my proposal for Hinata."
She suck more vigorously until the Hokage can no longer hold back and cums down her throat.
After they finish, she wipes her mouth and straightens herself.
The Hokage, still catching his breath, instructed Kurenai: "Alright, Kurenai. Now that I have agreed to give Hinata a chance to become a specialist kunoichi, go and find her. Have her come to me so we can discuss the details."
Kurenai nodded, stood up and made her way to the door.
She walked out of the room and down the hallway, trying to remember where she last saw Hinata. It had been a long day of assessments and evaluations, but she knew she had to find her.
She soon finds Hinata and told her about the Hokage wanting to meet her. Hinata quickly arrives and knocks on the door.
Upon the Hokage's command, she enters the room, her heart seemingly in her throat. The room seemed so large to Hinata, with its large desk and the old Hokage seated behind it.
"Ah, Hinata, come in. Have a seat," the Hokage greeted warmly, gesturing to one of the chairs.
Hinata obliged, perching on the edge of the seat, knees tightly together and hands folded demurely in her lap.
The Hokage cleared his throat, bringing the tense atmosphere to a boil.
"Hinata, I understand that your assessment didn't go as well as you had hoped. You faced challenges and ultimately fell short of the expectations we set for our Kunoichi."
Hinata nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. “I know I’ve disappointed you Hokage-sama."
The Hokage leaned forward, his gaze steady and unwavering. "But, I believe in second chances and giving people the opportunity to prove themselves. I see potential in you, Hinata. And I am prepared to give you two choices.".
Hinata perked up,"Choices, Hokage-sama?!".
"Yes. Your first choice, to accept your incompability as a kunoichi and pick another path." The Hokage sternly told her, making her heart drop and be in a turmoil. "The other option, which Kurenai fought for, is to be retested but as a specialist kunoichi; specialising for only certain job or skillset." The Hokage continued.
Hinata, having gone through a rollercoaster of emotion and hearing how Kurenai-sensei helped fight for a chance for her to be a Kunoichi, didn't even think and wanted the second choice. She sat up straighter, eyes sparkling with determination.
Hinata, with a newfound courage, blurted out, "I choose the second option, Hokage-sama! I want to be retested as a specialist Kunoichi."
The old man's stern expression transformed into a gentle smile. "I haven’t told you your specialisation path, but Very well, Hinata. I'll explain what it entails."
The Hokage cleared his throat.
"There will be a few... requirements for the elite forces you are seeking to be a part of." He hesitated, unsure of how to phrase the next words. "Your... physical attributes may come in handy here. The squad I'm appointing you to specialize in pleasure-based missions."
Hinata felt her cheeks grow warm. *Pleasure?* Did that mean she would be seducing men to gather intel or satisfy their desires? She swallowed hard in embarrassment, but nodded timidly in understanding.
"It won't be easy, Hinata.
Your studies and skills will need to be fine-tuned to accommodate the demands of your future assignments. I dare say, your primary requirement would be to use your physical attributes to extract any secrets or information required from your male targets."
Hinata, still blushing, stared at the floor, her knees knocking together while her pulse raced. She found herself feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and self-doubt. Was she really cut out for this line of work?