A/N: Forgot I was doing daily uploads so had to quickly cook this up. We still managed to upload! NO EXCUSES!!!
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Ryoku's breathing slowed as he stared at the desk in contemplation, his eyes fixed on the application paper still lying there. This time, he really looked at it—looked at the images printed beside his own.
On the left of his picture was a face that was faintly familiar—delicate, refined features, sharp eyes, and a certain feminine air that was hard to ignore. 'Sai?' The name flickered in his head as he studied the expression. His gaze slid to the right, to the third photo—a man he didn't recognize at all. Filler, he decided instantly, his thoughts drifting toward Danzo.
'Lady Tsunade's cock is… really addictive' he admitted to himself, feeling a pulse of heat just from thinking about it. 'But… if I just flake on the Chūnin Exams now, I doubt Lady Danzo would be too happy after the effort she put in… And besides—this isn't just about sex. This is about saving the village and the lives of others. If I stay a Hokage's assistant, I'll never be allowed to fight on the front lines. I'll be couped up here in the Hokage's building.'
The thought made something shift in his chest. His distant stare hardened into focus, the fire of decision burning in his eyes as he looked up at Tsunade. He opened his mouth to answer—
—and then a slow, deep wave of pleasure rolled through him, stealing his breath.
Tsunade's hips were still moving, but her pace was different now—deliberately slowed, each measured thrust a long drag in and out, making him ache for more. She wasn't letting him have the rapid, overwhelming rhythm from before; instead, she fed him just enough to keep him on the edge, dangling him there.
"Well, I—" Ryoku started, but his words dissolved into a shudder as her pelvis pressed flush to his ass again, her length throbbing inside him before sliding out almost teasingly slow.
Tsunade's expression was a strange mix of smug confidence and faint tension. She was sure this method would break him, but even as she tried to drown his resolve in slow pleasure, a little voice whispered, 'What if it doesn't work?'
The longer he took to answer, the more that worry itched at her, but she didn't speed up—not yet. She kept the rhythm steady, her body language all controlled and seductive.
Finally, she spoke again, her tone sharp. "Well? Got an answer?" She watched him closely, eyes narrowing to catch every flicker of emotion on his face.
Ryoku could feel her gaze drilling into him as surely as her shaft was, the pressure mounting. Then a thought came to mind. 'As much as I enjoy Lady Tsunade's… uh… as much as I enjoy this, she must enjoy my ass just as much, if not more, if she's going to these lengths to keep me. She could have any boy in Konoha—why work this hard for me? Even if I say no, I doubt this will be the end of our… intimate relations.'
Decision made, Ryoku moved his face closer, kissing her with sudden hunger. Her lipstick smeared onto his lips, painting them pink. His tongue pushed into her mouth as he spoke against her lips, the words muffled: "Ay can't ay haf to oo this."
She pulled back slightly, brows drawing together. "Huh?"
He caught his breath, straightened slightly, and said it clearly this time. "I can't. I have to do the Chūnin Exams. I don't want to just spend my days in an office—I'm still young."
"Young?" Tsunade repeated, voice cooling dangerously. "Are you saying I'm old?"
Before he could deny it, her hands clamped around him, and with a surge of strength, she lifted him like he weighed nothing. In one motion, she threw him to the floor, following him down so that her shaft never left him—several thick inches still buried in his guts as she landed over him.
Her large breasts pressed into his back, soft but heavy, pinning him in place even more than her sheer weight. One hand curled around his neck, not enough to cut off air entirely but firm enough to make him feel her dominance with every breath.
Ryoku's limbs were trapped, her frame caging him completely. This wasn't just sex—this was ownership.
"Well then," she said, voice low and edged with something predatory, "since you declined, I'd better ruin this hole so no one else can have a good time with it except me."
Without warning, she pulled back just enough to slam her entire length forward again, the impact making his ass sting as if she'd slapped him from the inside out.
"Aaaahhhh!" Ryoku cried out, the sound echoing in the room, his chest vibrating against the floor.
She drew back again, but this time, when she thrust forward, her hand around his neck tightened, cutting off the chance for another scream.
What followed was relentless. Her hips drove into him over and over, every stroke full force, as if she meant to pound her shape permanently into his insides. Minutes blurred together—his thoughts burned away until there was only the constant crashing rhythm, the sharp pleasure, the desperate need for more.
'More, more, MORE!' his mind shouted, his body arching to meet each thrust despite the soreness blooming deep inside.
"You've been such a bad fucking boy!" Tsunade grunted, her voice rough from exertion. She didn't slow. Her hips pistoned into him, the base of her shaft slamming flush against him with each stroke.
Then, with one final drive all the way in, she stopped—her shaft twitching inside him before erupting. A hot, thick flood poured into him, filling him so fast it almost hurt, pressure building deep in his gut as she pumped load after load.
She stayed there for several moments, the pulsing gradually slowing, then finally pulled out. A single, heavy strand of cum clung between her shaft and his stretched rim. She broke it with a swipe of her finger before turning away.
Ryoku lay limp on the floor, his body twitching occasionally as her release seeped out of him in warm, sticky streams. Each slow ooze added to the puddle forming beneath him, mixing with the smaller release from his own shaft.
"…fuck…" he breathed, still catching what air he could.
Tsunade was already pulling her thong back on, her face calm as if nothing had happened. From her desk drawer, she picked up a resignation form and set it where he could see. "Clean this mess up," she said evenly, "and you can resign. Today's your last day. Thank you for your service."
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