Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

The gate guards recognized the carriage before it even stopped. By the time Ren stepped into the sunlit courtyard of his Fire Capital residence, two servants were already unloading the heavy travel trunks, while an estate manager hurried down the veranda with the latest stack of correspondence tucked beneath one arm.

Kakuzu stepped out first, accepted the thick factory ledgers from a waiting manager, and headed straight for the administrative wing before their luggage had even finished coming off the carriage.

Six weeks of unusual production expenses had been waiting for him. Ren almost felt sorry for the accountants.

Ren left the unloading to the servants and carried the demonstration cases into his private study. He placed them beside the desk, checked that the locks and travel seals were still intact, and left them there for the evening.

Ren had barely finished unpacking when the messages started arriving. By lunch, a servant had brought enough invitations and perfumed envelopes to cover one side of his desk.

Ren ignored most of them until he noticed a familiar dark red wax seal. He broke it open and unfolded the thick parchment.

Ren broke a dark red wax seal and unfolded the thick parchment.

You made me wait six weeks for something supposedly designed for women. I hope you have improved your manners.

Ren recognized the handwriting before he reached the signature.

Katsura.

He smiled and folded the letter.

Katsura apparently had no intention of waiting until evening. She walked into Ren’s study sometime after lunch wearing a crimson kimono, her dark hair pinned with lacquered needles.

Her eyes locked instantly onto the polished cases resting on Ren’s desk.

”So,” Katsura said, stepping closer. ”Which one of those caused all the gossip?”

Ren leaned back in his chair. ”Several.”

Katsura stopped at the edge of the desk, resting one hand on the polished wood. ”Have you finally found a business even more indecent than charging nobles five hundred times the cost of perfume?”

”This one has better margins,” Ren told her.

Katsura laughed and leaned across the desk, reaching for the nearest brass latch as though the study belonged to her.

Ren caught her wrist before she could flip it open.

”Not yet,” Ren said smoothly. ”Madoka gets the first official presentation tonight.”

Katsura pulled her hand back, looking genuinely offended. ”If you make me wait behind Madoka, I am going to increase my investment dividend demands.”

”You can try,” Ren said. ”But you will still have to wait until tonight.”

An hour later, Kakuzu walked into the study and dropped two contract folders onto the desk beside the cases.

”Prices are set,” Kakuzu announced. ”Custom work requires half upfront, and anyone demanding discreet delivery will pay for the privilege.”

Ren flipped through the first page. The privacy fee alone was offensive.

He approved it immediately.

Ren closed the folder and looked up at his treasurer. ”Are you attending tonight?”

Kakuzu slowly raised his eyes from the ledger and gave him a flat stare. ”No. I will collect the deposits tomorrow.”

Ren smiled as Kakuzu gathered his papers and headed for the door.

By evening, the private salon was ready. Cushioned couches surrounded the low tables, which had already been covered with wine, fruit, and sweets, while privacy seals shut the room off from the rest of the residence.

The evening gathering was considerably smaller than Madoka’s old palace salons. Madoka arrived first, followed shortly by Katsura, Shizuka, and three other longtime patrons who had been investing in Ren’s capital businesses for years.

Lady Madoka arrived first, followed shortly by Katsura, Shizuka, and a few other established patrons. They gathered in the salon, settling into the plush couches, removing their outer robes, and accepting glasses of sweet wine.

Madoka accepted a glass from Ren, swirling the pale liquid thoughtfully.

”You were thirteen the first time you brought me an allegedly miraculous cream,” Madoka noted, her tone fond but sharp.

”And you bought ten million ryō worth of it,” Ren replied.

The women laughed, and Katsura lifted her glass toward Madoka from the opposite couch.

”You bought the entire first shipment before the rest of us were allowed near it,” Katsura pointed out.

”A decision I have never regretted,” Madoka replied seamlessly, taking a sip of her wine.

After another round of wine, Shizuka finally glanced toward the cases. ”Are you planning to make us stare at those all night?”

Ren set his glass down, crossed to the side table, and opened the first case.

Shizuka stood up from the couch and walked over to the table. She looked down inside the case, her eyes sweeping over the leather restraints, the sheer lingerie, and the sleek, polished cylinders.

Shizuka stared into the case for several seconds before slowly looking up at Ren.

”You have become significantly less respectable since the moisturizer.”

Katsura took another sip of wine. ”He was never respectable.”

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