Chapter 22: Chapter 22 - Onsen 8

"Mister Sai!" The attendant gasped, hiding her slick fingers behind her back and putting herself firmly before the door to Lord Seventh's room. "Wha-What are you doing here?"

"It's Yamanaka Sai, now." Sai nodded holding up his ring finger.

"O-Oh. Okay." The attendant agreed. So he had taken his wife's name. "Yamanaka-san. May I help you?"

"Have you seen my wife?"

Wow

Had she ever seen his wife.

She had seen his wife on her back, legs wrapped lovingly around the back of another man, being pounded like soft mochi and begging for more.

She had seen the Yamanaka wife's slick pink cunt dragged being so tightly stuffed by oversized cock that the poor woman's hips were lifted off of the floor by sheer virtue of the Lord Seventh trying to pull out of her tightly gripping pussy.

She had heard his wife confess her adulterous sins midst howls of almost insanity inducing pleasure. She had seen the wide, lascivious grin on the beautiful platinum blonde's face as she did so.

The attendant might have seen more of his wife, she thought, than this husband had seen in quite a while.

"I… Uh…"

A particularly protracted scream of passion reverberated through the door behind her and the attendant stiffened in place.

Surely Sai-san knew the voice of his own wife's pleasure?

Sai continued to stare as if unaffected. "It seems that someone is in great pain"

Clearly not.

But then what lay beyond the door must sound like a lowly beast, rather than his haughty Yamanaka Princes.

"You could say that." The attendant said evasively.

"Then how is the treatment?" Sai asked.

"Er. Seventh-Sama's treatment is ongoing." The attendant replied. As long as the nurse prescribed treatment was a thorough draining of the patient's balls, then she was doing a fine job. "And your wife is indisposed. Quite thoroughly so. I've seen the Lady Yamanaka." The attendant finished. "She's… servicing Seventh-sama." She said in an oddly loud voice. "Taking… his pain?" She hazarded.

Was that a thing?

She prayed her words could mask the squelching and flesh slapping sounds that might escape through the bedroom door.

"For her to directly serve the Lord Seventh Hokage, that is a great honor." Sai nodded. "She is a skilled medic-nin."

"Y-Yeah. Her… tender care is much appreciated by Seventh-sama. She is treating him seriously and her bedside manner is particularly… well…"

Another loud groan of lust could be heard through the door. The groan culminated in: "AH! HAHN! OOUUUUH! GOD! GOD!"

The attendant flinched.

""Was he really hurt badly in the battle? Will she be finished soon?" Sai asked, as if he hadn't heard the loud screams of pleasure.

The attendant assumed the poor, impotent man had mistaken his wife's cries for pain rather than the gasps of toe-curling pleasure that they were.

Thank god they weren't on a western bed, for the squeaking springs would have surely given them right away.

"Um…." The attendant thought back to the lewd form of the Yamanaka Wife being bred like a bitch, cum oozing from her tight slit on every rapid thrust. "It's hard to say. He… may need your wife's service throughout the night." She said. "But even if he finishes her off early - no - even if she finishes him off early - her treatment of him I mean. Even after she has satisfied him - satisfied his standards of treatment I mean. I don't think she'll be in any condition to meet you."

After surviving that thick rod, then it would be a wonder of medical science if the woman's hips would work at all for the next 4 hours.

"I see. Well then, if you see her again please tell her not to worry about me. And that I don't mind whatever happens on our vacation, even if we are not together. I am happy as long as she is happy." Sai said cryptically.

"I'll… tell her." The attendant said weakly.

If you like her so much, why don't you fuck her?

Don't you know that a woman also has needs?

There is a god walking around on earth with a kind smile, a harsh slap, and a hard, fat cock that dangles down to his knees.

And you're not fucking your wife? Are you kidding?

The attendant wanted to shout this at the husband's retreating back.

But it was not her place.

Little did she know that Sai had indeed thought about his wife's needs. With a sad heart he admitted that he couldn't satisfy his wife. With trepidation in his heart he had outsourced the job to his best friend in the whole world, Uzumaki Naruto.

Sai was in on the whole thing, and only wanted to stop by and make sure that matters between Naruto and his wife were harmonious.

Well to put it quite simply: things could not be more harmonious. Indeed, Sai's objective had been overshot.

The pair of blondes had found their bodies to fit together like puzzle pieces, and Sai's wife had since gotten along with his best friend with such harmony and vigor that a divorce was in jeopardy.

If Sai had lingered longer by the door of his best friend, he might have heard some damning evidence. He might be forewarned that his wife's physical needs were not only being satisfied, but surpassed to an extent that he was unlikely to retain her love. He was unlikely to be man enough to reflect in her pretty blue eyes.

But Sai hoped that he could trust the two most important blondes in his life to toe the line and not get feelings involved.

He walked away early, out of fear to the contrary.

He ran away from the scene, hoping that he hadn't made a mistake.

The attendant was not privy to this information.

She only looked on the back of Yamanaka Sai with pity.

But not enough pity to stop her fingers.

She whimpered and sank once more to her knees once she was sure Mister Sai had left, pressing her ear to the door and desperately slipping one hand between the folds of her black kimono and covering her whimpering mouth with the other. She was soon shoving three fingers into herself, dreaming that they could dare to replicate the beautiful thickness of the Lord Seventh's hard cock.

She knew nothing her own hands could do would be any form of match. She felt miserable and jealous from the depths of her heart.

But she, perhaps like Mister Sai himself, was just too plain and unremarkable. She could only listen furtively and jill herself from the outside.

Still more cries rung through the door.

"Oh Master! Oh Master! Ahn! God Yes! Master, you're such a stud! You breed me like a fucking stud! Oh God! God Yes!"

A low, masculine voice also rang out in an angry yell. "You keep saying that! But who's this God you refer to?! Huh?! Who's your God, slut?!"

"Ahn! Fu - Ohfuck! You! You! You're my God! Ah! Ah! You're my fucking GOD! Oh!"

"Again!"

"Ahn! Narut-sama! Hyan! Naruto-sama's my GOD! Oh! Lord and - Ah! Master! Heaven - Ahn! And, And Earth! "

The attendant bit her knuckles in frustrated jelousy.

"God it's so good!" She heard the Yamanaka Wife sob. "It's so good. It's too good. Baby, slow down. Master, your slut's pussy is already so full! Honey, I can't take it. I'm losing my mind! Ah! AH!"

"Do you tell God what to do?"

"N-Noooo!"

"Then say only Yes!"

"Yes! Yes Master!"

"Tell me to fuck you harder!"

"Oh! Oh fuck! Fuck me harder Master! Ahn! You'll brea -oh! Break me, but I'm you'rs to break! Break me! Break my little pussy! Hahn! Drive me crazy with your big cock!"

The attendant whimpered as she tried to shove a fourth finger into her slit, still failing to reach for an itch that she could never finish scratching on her own.