D-rank missions

Rock Lee's POV

In the mission section of the Hokage Tower.

"Ryota-san, please, there's been some kind of mistake. I'm a Chunin. I don't take D-rank missions."

"Er... Look, these are long term, and you were requested personally, so you pretty much get C-rank payment. Ok?"

"But the schedule is packed full. I'll barely get any training time."

"Well, you can maybe request not to take these next month, but refusing will just get you a black mark here on record. Besides..." The attendant looked somewhat uncomfortable. "Most Chunin your age don't really train all that much, Lee-san. The village prefers to allocate training time for the up-and-coming youths or the elite veterans, you know."

Lee sighed.

"Fine, I will do it this month. Er... Should I go meet the client?"

...

Really, he should have guessed who the client was.

"Don't take it personally, Lee." His pregnant wife told him as Lee greedily slurped every last drop of delicious creampie inside her cunt. "I think it's a positive thing, really. Sasuke now pays you for cooking, cleaning, and also... Cleaning me out... Ohh... G-god!"

She came hard, her juices mixing up with Sasuke's cum. Lee looked up only to see his wife's cruel brown eyes staring down at him.

"No need to pretend you're a real shinobi anymore." She locked his head firmly between her thighs. "Don't you dare stop sucking, Loser. This is, in the end, all you're good for."