A/N: Enjoy, everyday chapters start today btw.
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Rolling onto his side, Chōjūrō closed the small distance between them until his smooth, warm skin pressed into Ryoku's. The boy nuzzled into him, head resting against Ryoku's chest while his fingers roamed curiously across the firm muscle. His touch was slow, deliberate—trailing from pectorals to the ridges of Ryoku's abs, tracing each defined line with just the tips of his fingers.
"So…" Chōjūrō purred, his voice low and playful. "Are you doing anything later? If not, why don't we go on a small date~" His tone carried a teasing confidence, the kind of flirt that came from knowing exactly how good he'd made Ryoku feel earlier. His hand wandered lower, brushing along Ryoku's obliques, pausing just above where his shirt barely covered him. "Well? What do you say?"
Ryoku thought for a moment, eyes half-lidded from the lingering fatigue of their earlier session. Sunday. No real plans. No reason to refuse. His hand lifted lazily, threading through Chōjūrō's short, soft hair, gently ruffling it as he exhaled. "I guess so…" he answered with a small smirk.
Chōjūrō lit up instantly, energy flooding back into his body like a switch had been flipped. He bounced to his feet in one smooth motion, the sudden movement making his large, perfectly shaped ass jiggle enticingly before settling again. "Let's get going then! The sun will be setting anytime now!" he declared, voice full of excitement.
Ryoku groaned, not from reluctance about spending more time with him, but from how his body still hummed with the aftershocks of their earlier intensity. He'd have preferred a few more minutes to let his stamina settle, but he climbed to his feet, letting out a resigned sigh.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of indulgence. They drank together—at Chōjūrō's insistence—and while it started as harmless fun, Ryoku soon realized it was a mistake. He wasn't a lightweight, but Chōjūrō had a knack for keeping the drinks coming and making the atmosphere too easy to sink into. By the time the sun dipped fully, Ryoku was stumbling home, his steps uneven and head swaying side to side.
Finally reaching his place, he collapsed onto the bed without even bothering to strip down. The moment his head hit the pillow, a wave of dizziness mixed with drowsiness washed over him. 'Arghh… The hangover tomorrow morning won't be pleasant… Damn you, Chōjūrō…' The thought was the last coherent thing in his mind before sleep claimed him.
The next day, Ryoku found himself standing outside Lady Tsunade's office. He rubbed the back of his neck, still feeling the faint throb of a hangover behind his temples. "Hopefully no weird requests today…" he muttered under his breath, drawing in a deep breath before knocking.
"Come in!" Tsunade's voice rang out from inside, firm and commanding.
He stepped in to find her standing with her back to him, facing the large window. Her posture was tall, composed—but Ryoku's eyes, despite his better judgment, couldn't help but notice the way her hips curved into that famously full ass. He knew better than to let his gaze linger. If she knew he was looking, there was no telling what sort of odd request she'd ask of him.
Keeping his eyes respectfully on the red logo printed on the back of her green robe, he cleared his throat. "Lady Tsunade? I've arrived," he said, his tone cautious.
She didn't answer. Didn't even turn around.
'Is she trying to look mysterious? She can sense my chakra—there's no way she didn't know I was coming. So what's this about? Did I… do something? Can she tell I got drunk last night?' Ryoku's mind flicked through possibilities, none of them comforting.
Finally, Tsunade turned. Her face was calm, but her eyes burned with something sharper. She didn't speak right away—instead, she pointed to a piece of paper sitting on her desk.
"You didn't tell me about this," she said at last, her voice low but heavy with disappointment.
Ryoku forced a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "Tell you about what, Lady Tsunade?" His eyes flicked to the paper, but from where he stood, the details were a blur. He stayed put—partly out of caution, partly because something about her mood felt like walking into a trap.
Her arms crossed under her chest, and the motion made her breasts bounce subtly beneath her top. The disappointed look sharpened into one of anger. "Playing dumb now, are we?! How about you come over and look at it yourself!" she snapped, voice dripping with authority.
Left with no choice, Ryoku approached. His steps were measured, almost meek, until he was close enough to glance down at the page.
His stomach dropped. His own face stared back at him, alongside two others, all neatly printed under the heading: "Chūnin Exam Team Application."
His pulse quickened. He'd completely forgotten the applications were reviewed by the Hokage.
"So?! Look at me and explain yourself!" Tsunade's voice cut into him like a whip.
Ryoku's neck stiffened, but even with the unease coiling in his gut, disobeying the Hokage's direct order was unthinkable. Reluctantly, he lifted his head until his eyes met hers. As his gaze rose, a faint, intoxicating fragrance slipped into his senses: a blend of delicate florals and pheromones. His focus snagged onto her glossy pink lips, lingering just a moment too long before dipping—only for a heartbeat—into the deep, distracting valley of her cleavage. Forcing his eyes upward again felt like dragging them through molten lead, but he managed it, even as the heat she stirred in him refused to fade.
Without realizing it, his face drifted forward. Tsunade didn't step back—her anger had her rooted in place, unaware of what he was about to do.
Smoothly, Ryoku closed the gap, pressing his lips to hers in a firm kiss. Her eyes widened, a flash of surprise breaking through her expression, but she didn't pull away.
He pulled back just enough to breathe, then leaned in again for a second kiss—still no resistance.
By the time he went in for a third, aiming to deepen it, her tongue meeting his in a slow, wet roll, she jerked her head back slightly. The expression on her face was… complicated. Part of her looked ready to swing at him. The other part… looked like she'd enjoyed it.
Her jaw tightened. In one quick motion, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in until her lips were inches from his ear. "Fine, if you want to go this route, we can—but it'll be on my terms," she hissed, her voice laced with both threat and promise.
Before he could process, her lips were back on his, but this time it was her leading—forcing her tongue into his mouth, making him suck on it as she dominated the kiss completely.
When she finally pulled her tongue free, she trailed it along his cheek in one long, wet lick, stopping just at his jawline. Her next words came low and deliberate, each one sinking into him with heavy implication:
"Today's the day I finally take your ass… it's been a long time coming."
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You guys really went hard, it shows me the potential we have, let's keep up the same momentum with the Powerstones. Let's go for like 400 this week. Also I appreciate all the welcome back comments, it's good to be back. If we do hit 400 or more this week, I'll release two chapters on the same day.