Televised Ghosting

A/N: Thought we were finished with a single chapter? Well, almost. On the other side of town, we zero in on a woman that cannot stop her own fascination with flaunting. In preparation for what would be the best costume party of her life, Naruko Uzumaki flaunts her figure before the camera, striking poses that highlights her costume the best. 

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Costume Party

Upon the night of Hallow’s End, a great many things would take place. All across the world, children donned their costumes, wandering the streets in search of fools to trick and generous treats to collect. From the early evening to the beginnings of the late hours, cheerful laughter filled the empty, hollow streets at night. 

When the clock ticked on, when its lines drew closer to the pinnacle of an analog clock, the time of children would reach its end. At night, the young adults inhabiting the city of demons would be about their business, spending hours on their costumes before wandering along in search of a singular place to meet up.

Within one particular house, located in one of the newer residential wards, a flashing light blazed to life, time and time again. 

Presented before a mirror, striking poses, twisting and turning around to find her ideal pose, one woman in particular had spent an excruciating amount of time with her costume that year. 

From the pitch black color that adorned the entirety of her form, to the white rectangular shapes that adorned her chest, placed one rectangle’s width apart from the one before it, her costume was one of extravagance and status; a costume that suited her and her alone, as the rambunctious woman that she was…

… although, as the blitz of her phone went off, time and time again, a second, more modest figure could do naught more than shake her head and sigh. 

Sakura Haruno was, in her own modest opinion, a very proper woman. Graduating from a medical college at a young age, she had faced hardships within her line of work, built up enough merit to be admitted into a specialized medicinal course, only to be taken under the wing of the leading medic in technological regeneration. Yet, no matter how many accolades she gathered, no matter how many awards she had qualified for, the single thing she would never comprehend was undoubtedly the mindset of the woman before her. 

With her girlfriend’s help, painting her entire body black had taken the two of them a whole day. From the very top of her forehead where her hairline ended, to the very soles of her feet, Naruko Uzumaki was painted completely black. Placed firmly atop her chest as she twisted and weaved around herself, a pair of large breasts jiggled with her every step, defying the very laws of gravity itself as her bosom remained firm without so much as an ounce of sag, despite their size. 

No, the reasoning that the young medic, dressed up in a white nurse’s outfit with vampiric makeup adorning her face, simply couldn’t understand was how her well endowed girlfriend could be so oblivious. 

The Uzumaki heiress’ costume was based on a particular anime character’s look in the midst of a battle in his favor; a costume wherein, as the antagonist fought on, his upper body would be exposed in its entirety. Naruko, however, had seen no fault in this, deciding to only truly wear a pair of skin tight leather pants, intending to walk bare feet, as well as bare chested.

“How do you not see the problem here, baby?” Sakura Haruno sighed from her place on the opposite side of the bedroom, seated upon their spacious double bed with her head firmly placed within her hands. 

“What? It’s not like anyone can really see anything, so it’s fine~” Naruko hummed out her reply, squealing lightly to herself as she struck yet another pose in the large full body mirror within their shared bedroom. “Besides, we’re not going to stay that long!” 

Again, her girlfriend tried to justify her costume with flimsy reasons, but alas, having been together for over a year already, the pink haired medic knew far better than anyone else that that simply wasn’t the case. The Naruko Uzumaki wouldn’t stay at a Halloween party for long? Sakura growing a dick the size of both her arms combined was more likely to happen. 

Letting out another soft sigh, Sakura instead arose from the bed, taking a slow, cautious step forward as her white heels clicked against the soft floor beneath their feet. “Alright, but if you get into a fight like last year, we’re leaving immediately.” 

Facing her girlfriend with a stern look upon her features, Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed just in time for Naruko to whirl around, a pout adorning her features beneath the onyx paint. “And no, it doesn’t matter who dared who. No more public martial arts displays!” 

A moment, two… a full minute passed before, at long last, the curvaceous bombshell of a woman before her relented, stubbornly crossing her arms across her chest to make her breasts seem that much larger. 

“Fine, fine… just tell that teme not to flaunt his cock again, and we’re good…” Even as she finished her sentence, a soft ding resounded from across the room, and just as quickly as the conversation began, Naruko Uzumaki returned to posting her mostly naked pictures online for all her friends to see…