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Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

Chapter 51: The Southern Estate
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Chapter 51: The Southern Estate

The carriage dropped Ren off at the base of the southern hills. He walked up the paved path, slid the heavy brass key into the lock of the wooden gates, and let himself in.

He crossed the courtyard, walked up the steps of the main house, and slid the shoji screen open.

Lady Katsura was waiting for him on a massive silk futon in the center of the room. She wore only a single, incredibly sheer robe of pale violet silk that clung to the heavy curves of her breasts and hips. She took a sip from a porcelain cup of plum wine, her dark eyes locking onto his the second he entered.

"Lock the door, Ren," Katsura commanded softly.

Ren slid the heavy wooden door shut. Before he could take a step forward, Katsura set her cup down and stood up. She closed the distance between them with fluid, practiced grace.

She didn’t hesitate. Her manicured hands reached for the sash of his haori, her fingers deftly stripping the expensive silk from his shoulders. She pushed the fabric down his arms until it pooled at his feet, leaving his broad, sculpted chest bare.

Katsura’s eyes darkened as she dragged her gaze over his torso. She traced the hard ridges of his abdomen, her nails lightly scraping against his skin.

"You really did grow up," she whispered, a deeply satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

She pressed a firm hand flat against his chest and walked him backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of the low futon. She pushed gently, forcing him to sit.

Ren let her. He watched, his pulse hammering a heavy rhythm in his ears, as the Port Governor’s wife sank gracefully to her knees on the tatami mat between his parted legs.

Katsura undid the front of his trousers with expert precision and pushed the fabric down.

Ren’s head instantly snapped back, a harsh, ragged curse tearing from his throat.

Katsura took him into her mouth effortlessly. The sudden, overwhelming contrast of her boiling, wet heat wrapping tightly around him sent a violent jolt of electricity straight down his spine. Her technique was flawless, built on years of maturity and absolute confidence.

She swallowed him deep. Her lips slid downward with a slick, heavy friction that made Ren’s fingers blindly dig into the silk sheets beneath him. She kept her lips perfectly tight, creating a pulling, relentless suction that drew all the blood in his body roaring southward.

"Katsura..." Ren groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting up to chase the friction.

She met his pace, her hands coming up to grip his thick thighs to anchor herself. Her fingernails bit sharply into his skin, a grounding pain that only heightened the blinding pleasure.

Ren looked down, his vision swimming. The wealthy noblewoman was on her knees between his legs, the sheer violet silk slipping entirely off her shoulders to expose her pale breasts. Her dark hair cascaded over her collarbones as her head bobbed in a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She swirled her tongue heavily around the sensitive ridge of the head, bathing him in hot saliva, before sucking him back down her throat with a wet, sloppy sound that echoed loudly in the quiet room.

Katsura briefly pulled back. She looked up at him through her dark lashes, a drop of saliva shining on her lower lip. Her eyes were heavy with lust, gleaming with the distinct, smug triumph of an older woman who knew she had him completely at her mercy.

Then, she leaned back in and swallowed him whole.

The pace shifted. She abandoned the slow teasing, her head moving faster, her lips sliding up and down the slick shaft with a desperate, wet rhythm. She used her hand at the base, stroking him in perfect tandem with her mouth, maximizing the sheer sensory overload. The wet slapping sounds, combined with the low, vibrating hum she made in the back of her throat, completely shattered Ren’s iron-clad composure.

He couldn’t think about ledgers, or royal contracts, or the Uchiha clan. His entire universe was reduced to the wet, dragging heat of her tongue and the tightening grip of her throat.

"Don’t stop," Ren gasped, his hands moving from the sheets to tangle violently into her dark hair, guiding her, holding her exactly where he needed her.

Katsura groaned around him, taking the rough treatment effortlessly. She swallowed deeper, increasing the suction to an agonizing degree, swirling her flat tongue wildly over his frenulum.

The pleasure spiked to an absolute fever pitch. Ren’s core locked tight, his breathing turning into shallow, ragged pants. He felt the warning build at the base of his spine, hot and heavy.

"Katsura, I’m—" Ren choked out, his grip tightening in her hair.

She didn’t back off. She didn’t let him pull away. With a muffled, encouraging hum, she clamped her lips down harder, taking him as deep as she possibly could and holding him there.

Ren surrendered entirely. He thrust his hips forward, a harsh, guttural groan tearing from his chest as he finished.

He pulsed heavily down her throat, his entire body trembling from the sheer force of the climax. Katsura took every drop, her throat working in rhythmic swallows. She didn’t flinch. She stayed perfectly anchored against him, her mouth hot and soothing as she gently milked the final spasms out of him with soft, lingering pulls of her lips.

When she finally pulled back, a thin, glistening string of saliva connected her lips to him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

Ren was completely boneless, his head resting against the wall behind the futon as he tried to remember how to breathe.

Katsura looked up at him. Her lipstick was entirely ruined, her hair a messy, tangled halo, and she looked absolutely radiant.

She slowly stood up, letting the ruined violet silk robe fall completely to the floor, standing totally bare in the candlelight. She crawled onto the futon, straddling his thighs, and leaned down until her face was inches from his.

"You may own the Capital, Uchiha-san," Katsura whispered, her voice husky and incredibly satisfied as she traced his jawline. "But I think we both know who just managed that transaction."

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