"Lord Xuandou... can we settle the matter of my master and me now?"
Fuen got dressed, came over to Xuandou, and massaged his shoulders.
The allure she exuded from within had gained a distinctive touch of maturity, every strand of it tugging at the heart.
It was different from Tsunade's magnanimity and Temari's nobility, and unlike Mikoto's gentle, nourishing serenity...
Fuen seemed to have a very distinctive way of dressing. She even wore a collar around her neck.
But after a while, one could appreciate the allure that belonged to Fuen alone.
Seeing that Xuandou made no move, Fuen pressed against his back and hooked her arms around his neck.
"Lord Xuandou, surely someone of your standing wouldn't deceive anyone?"
"What did I deceive you about? I don't think I promised you anything, did I?"
Xuandou raised an eyebrow and put away the two cards, keeping Fuen in suspense as he looked at her with a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Lord Xuandou, stop trying to fool me. Who in the Shinobi World doesn't know that you take a woman and get things done for her?"
"Surely I can't be the exception?"
Perhaps because Xuandou had just opened up her governing and conception vessels, Fuen spoke without a trace of shyness, her voice full of temptation.
"Lord Xuandou, I'll be sure to repay you properly."
Take a woman and get things done?
How dare they?
Who's slandering my reputation out there?
Xuandou went through his memories and found that he and his women had all shared mutual affection. There had never been any such thing as taking a woman in exchange for getting things done.
Slander.
All of this was blatant slander from busybodies, jealous that he had so many extraordinarily gifted, breathtaking beauties.
Still, considering that Fuen had just offered him