Makima stood, circling the desk to stare him straight in the eyes. A thin smile stretched her lips. "I want an arm like Danzō. Something packed with Sharingans, or anything that keeps me alive when things get ugly. The fights to come will be brutal, and I'm not planning to die." If I have to die, I'll take half the world with me.
Orochimaru nodded, his eyes gleaming with a malicious light. "Interesting. It'll take work, but it's doable. I'll need test subjects... and some fresh bodies."
Makima approached the door, her coat flapping behind her. "You have free rein. Gather whatever you need—organs, scrolls, I don't care. But I want more: an army of legendary shinobi. Killing machines under my control." She stopped, glancing over her shoulder. "Get your ass moving, snake."
Orochimaru shook his head, a guttural laugh escaping his throat. "Kukuku, you really want to dominate the world, huh? Ambitious. I like it." He tilted his head, mocking but obedient, already planning.
Makima slammed the door, her steps echoing in the corridor. The pain in her stump stabbed her, a constant reminder of her fight with Orochimaru.
Damn, I need to blow off some steam, she thought, her dark mood worsening with each step. She felt unease, a weakness she refused to admit, but her body cried out for a moment of respite. Heading to her room.
Pushing open the door, she found Mabui, her secretary, standing by a table, her expression docile but tense. Makima sketched a smile, more predatory than warm. "Did you bring what I asked for?" Her voice was low, almost a growl.
Mabui nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yes, mistress. I wouldn't dare disobey you." She gestured discreetly to the bed, where Karui sat nervously, her fingers twisting the hem of her tunic.
The brunette with fiery red hair was a bombshell—flaming hair, killer curves, an exotic beauty that turned heads. But her gaze averted, her lips trembled slightly.
Makima approached, eyeing Karui like a wolf stalking prey. It's really a waste that a woman like that is with a pig like Chōji, she thought, an urge to smash that fatso crossing her mind.
She imagined for a moment smashing his face, but Karui's expression, that mix of fear and fascination, brought her attention back. Her face softened, just enough not to freak her out further.
"Come with me," Makima said, her voice softer but still commanding. "I need a bath." She turned on her heel, expecting Karui to follow without question.
The bathroom door slammed behind them, and the water began to flow, steam rising in the air like a promise of contained chaos.
Makima's bathroom in Kumogakure was a damn sauna, the air thick, saturated with steam and the scent of pungent soap. Water flowed in a black stone tub large enough for two, the heat making the damp walls gleam.
Candles flickered, casting twisted shadows everywhere. Makima entered, her coat half-removed, her white shirt clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.
Karui trailed behind, her sandals clicking softly, her amber eyes avoiding Makima's as if she were about to be eaten. The brunette was tense, her lips pinched, her hands clenched on her tunic.
Makima pivoted, a soft but controlling smile on her lips. "Relax, Karui. You're not with that fatso Chōji here. Just us two."
She tossed her coat aside, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, her golden eyes locked on Karui's, who swallowed as if she were downing glass.
"I don't know if this is..." Karui mumbled, her voice trembling, glancing toward the door as if calculating an escape. But her feet didn't move, pinned by a mix of fear and curiosity.
Makima approached, placing a hand on Karui's shoulder, her fingers gliding over her warm skin.
"You're scared, huh? Or do you just want to see what it's like with someone who gets you?"
'Damn, she's hot, but she's with that pig as her boyfriend,' Makima thought, her blood already heating up.
Karui blushed, her breath caught. "You're... not normal," she whispered, finally meeting Makima's gaze.
Makima snickered, grabbing Karui's hand, her fingers gripping just enough to show who was in control. "Normal? I'm better than that." She gently pulled her toward the tub.
The steaming water lapped, and Makima climbed in, sinking to her hips. "Come," she said, extending a hand, her voice a honey-coated command.
Karui hesitated, then removed her tunic, revealing her gleaming brown skin, her full-breasted kunoichi curves, raw strength mixed with softness.
She entered the water, shivering at the burning contact, and sat opposite Makima, her knees drawn up like a shield. "What do you really want?" she asked, her eyes searching for an answer in Makima's.
"To show you what you've missed by staying with a guy who's worthless," Makima replied, sliding behind Karui, her arms encircling her from behind.
The water flowed over them, warm, gluing their hair together. Makima whispered in her ear: "Relax, I won't eat you. Not yet."
Her hands massaged Karui's shoulders, slow, almost tender.
Karui shivered but relaxed, her muscles loosening under Makima's fingers. "You're... too sure of yourself," she mumbled, a sigh escaping as the water caressed her skin.
Makima smiled, adjusting her harness under the water, her black dildo hardened by demonic energy. "Sure? Yeah, because I know what you want." She guided Karui to lean against her, taking her time, letting the water amplify every contact.
"You never stop, do you?" Karui said, her voice softer, a hint of amusement despite herself. She turned her head, her lips almost brushing Makima's.