*Konoha, 24 Hours Before Pain's Attack*
The Hokage's office was bathed in a soft, amber glow as the setting sun's rays filtered through the large windows. The tower's corridors were deserted, Tsunade absent for a secret meeting with the leaders of neighboring villages. Shizune, the Hokage's loyal assistant, stood near the desk cluttered with scrolls, her nimble fingers sorting through reports. Her captivating figure drew all eyes: a woman in her early thirties, with lightly tanned skin and generous curves accentuated by her form-fitting kunoichi outfit. Her full, firm breasts strained against the fabric of her black top, their contours perfectly defined.
Her rounded hips and shapely legs, sculpted by years of training, seemed made to seduce. Her black hair, cut in a sharp bob, framed a face with full lips and dark eyes.
She flinched slightly at a sound behind her. Her eyes landed on the figure who had just entered, and her breath caught for a moment. He approached silently, his magnetic aura filling the room. Shizune felt her heart quicken, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with slight suspicion, as she placed a scroll on the desk.
He didn't respond immediately, closing the distance until he was mere inches away. The heat of his body was palpable, and Shizune instinctively stepped back, her spine hitting the edge of the desk. Her breasts rose with her quickened breath. "Tsunade isn't here," she murmured, trying to maintain a professional facade. But her voice trembled slightly, betraying the effect he had on her.
Without a word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a scorching kiss. Shizune stiffened for a moment, surprised, but her hands, as if moved by their own will, clung to his jacket. The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining with feverish urgency. A soft moan escaped Shizune, vibrating against his lips, fueling the already electric atmosphere. Her breasts, pressed against his chest, seemed to beg for release.
"This isn't the time, Sasuke ~. We'll deal with this later."
"But I want you now, Shizune-san."
He lifted her with disconcerting ease, his firm hands under her thighs, and seated her on the desk, sending a few scrolls tumbling to the floor with a rustle. Shizune gasped, her breasts rising rapidly, the fabric of her top stretched to its limit. With a swift motion, he pulled at the top, tearing it slightly to free her heavy, round breasts.
They were magnificent—soft, lightly tanned skin, pink nipples already hardened with excitement. He cupped them, his thumbs caressing the sensitive tips, drawing a louder moan from Shizune. "Oh…" she murmured, her voice trembling, her eyes half-lidded.
"You're not being honest, Shizune-san ~. I'm sure you couldn't wait any longer either ~"
He trailed his lips down her neck, leaving a path of wet kisses until he reached her breasts. His tongue curled around a nipple, sucking it firmly, while his hand pinched the other, making it harden further. Shizune threw her head back, her black hair spilling over scattered documents. "Yes… keep going…" she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Her breasts quivered with each suckle, their delicious weight filling his hands.
He effortlessly turned her, laying her on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. His hands parted her thighs, revealing the black panties beneath her short skirt. With a sharp movement, he tore them, exposing her wet, glistening intimacy.
Shizune blushed fiercely, but her eyes gleamed with raw desire. He knelt between her legs, his lips brushing the insides of her thighs, soft and warm, before diving toward her center. His tongue slid over her, exploring every fold with expert precision. Shizune cried out, a sharp, desperate sound, her hands gripping the desk's edge. "Oh, yes… there…" she moaned, her hips rising to meet his mouth.
The warm breath of his lips against her skin made her shiver even before he began. Shizune arched slightly, her fingers clutching as he kissed the insides of her thighs, tracing a slow descent toward her center.
"You're so impatient…" she whispered, her voice already trembling.
He looked up, a teasing smile on his lips. "And you're so sensitive."
Then he dove in.
First, a tongue gliding up her entire slit in one savory motion, as if memorizing every quiver. Shizune let out a muffled moan, her hips instinctively rising toward him.
"That's it…" he breathed against her skin, before closing his lips around her clitoris for a firm suckle.
She cursed under her breath, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place. "Don't stop… Oh God, don't stop…"
He had no intention of stopping. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart as he alternated between deep strokes and light flicks right where she needed it most. Every movement was calculated, every pressure expertly measured to make her tremble more.
"More… please…" she gasped, her words interspersed with small cries.
He obeyed, pressing two fingers against her entrance before sliding them in slowly, his tongue curling around her most sensitive spot.
"There!" she exclaimed, her body tensing like a drawn bow. "Yes, right there…"
Her breasts quivered with each movement, her nipples hardened. She was on the edge, every cell in her body vibrating under his caresses.
When the orgasm hit, it was like a burning wave. She cried out, her legs tightening around his head, her fingers pulling at the desk with desperate force. He didn't slow down, prolonging each shudder until she pushed him away, too sensitive, her body still trembling.
"You're… incredible…" she whispered, breathless, as he moved up her body to capture her lips in a salty kiss.
"And I'm just getting started, Shizune-san."