Tsunade sat on the ground, staring at her lower body, feeling a strange sensation of being suspended between satisfaction and emptiness. Suddenly, she looked around guiltily.
Even though she knew it was just a dream.
There should have been no one there except herself and the devil Rasa.
But Tsunade, a veteran of countless battles in the ninja world, still instinctively scanned her surroundings.
Weakly, she stood up, her steps unsteady, and walked back to the bed. She lay down, pulled the quilt over herself, and hid beneath it.
Under the blanket, her body began moving in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
Completely covering herself, Tsunade bent forward and slowly pressed her left hand against her smooth soft pussy.
She gently rubbed the outermost part.
Tears welled in her eyes as her left index finger moved, and she whispered bitterly:
"You bastard! You actually made me do something so humiliating and shameful in my dream!"
"Mmm… ah…"
In the silence of Tsunade's dream, a strange, intoxicating female voice echoed intermittently.
Tsunade, who had always lived as chaste as a virgin, was not the type of woman to indulge in such things often.
Because of this, she only ever experimented with it once every six months or so.
And even when she did—
She never dared let her fingers go too deep.
She only stroked gently with her fingertips on the outside.
Just as Tsunade was cautiously indulging herself in her dream—
Rasa had already woken up in reality.
His eyes opened suddenly, fixing on the familiar ceiling above.
He immediately threw back the quilt and glanced at his pants.
As expected, they were sticky.
Rasa smiled faintly. Even though it was just after five in the morning, he rose with full energy and headed for the shower.
The shameless version of himself that had existed in Tsunade's dream was gone, replaced by the calm and refined Rasa.
By the time he finished bathing, it was already 5:30.
He dried his hair, lay back on the bed with his head resting on the soft pillow, folded his hands across the quilt, and opened the system page.
He realized he had been far too carried away in the dream.
Because of that, he hadn't thought things through clearly.
Now that he was awake, reflecting calmly, he saw there were many problems he needed to address.
The first and most pressing problem was Tsunade.
Judging from her words and behavior in the dream—
Although she currently believed he was nothing more than a projection of her subconscious—
That lie could be exposed at any moment.
Even though Rasa had never left his home, and despite being the disciple of the Third Kazekage, he was not widely known.
What's more, Tsunade no longer paid much attention to world affairs.
Because of that, she hadn't recognized him.
Having detected no signs of genjutsu, she mistook him for something born of her own mind.
But Tsunade was a veteran of war.
Surely she would have ordered an investigation into whether anyone named Rasa existed in the ninja world.
He had managed to deceive her the night before—
But that was likely only because the investigation results had not yet arrived.
By today, they almost certainly would.
Once Tsunade discovered there really was a ninja named Rasa in Sunagakure—
She would overturn all her assumptions.
She would believe he was manipulating her mind with some unknown power.
Even if Tsunade chose not to confront Sunagakure directly—
She would definitely return to Konoha to seek help.
With Konoha's resources, they would investigate whether her mind had been tampered with by illusions or forbidden techniques.
Though Rasa was confident in himself, nothing would be uncovered.
After all, he was connecting to Tsunade's dreams through his unique Magnetic Release ability.
And while technology in the Naruto world was peculiar and uneven—
At this point, there was no research deep enough to touch brainwaves.
Even so—
If Konoha learned that Tsunade was being harassed remotely by some mysterious means, it would still spark a huge problem.
No matter how gentle the Third Hokage seemed
Once he discovered his disciple was possibly being harassed in her dreams,
Or even gradually controlled—
He would never tolerate it.
Besides, at this time the Third Hokage was only in his fifties, still in his prime.
He had not yet softened into the gentler, even weaker man he would become a decade later.
With this in mind, Rasa quickly scanned through the system page.
He had to find a way to ensure Tsunade told no one about this—or better yet, that she forgot it entirely.
Two and a half hours later, in a hotel in the Land of Fire—
Tsunade slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that her panties were soaked through.
An uncomfortable, sticky sensation clung to her skin.
Her face immediately flushed crimson.
In her dream, the demon had disappeared.
She thought she could finish on her own.
But the more she touched herself, the more aroused she became.
It had taken seven rounds before she finally collapsed in reluctant exhaustion.
If not for the unbearable stickiness of her underwear distracting her body—
She might have continued indulging even longer in her dream.
Shaking her head vigorously, her massive chest swayed side to side, creating a mesmerizing sight.
"Ugh…"
Tsunade tried to rise, but her legs buckled instantly.
She managed to catch herself with both hands, barely preventing a fall.
Remaining in a sit-up posture, she waited until some strength returned to her legs.
Then she shifted her position, rolling over gently.
Her back landed softly against the floor, producing only a faint bang.
Staring up at the ceiling, she spoke with a tone caught between realization and sadness:
"I never thought that after seven times in a row, my legs would be so weak that I can't even stand."
"Thankfully, it was only a dream, just my subconscious at work. In reality, I'm still pure and untouched."
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, there came an urgent knock on the wooden door of Tsunade's room.
The speed of the knocking made it clear the visitor was in a hurry.
Tsunade only ever indulged herself once every six months, and each time only briefly.
Now she was savoring the rare lingering calm, a state similar to sage mode.
Being interrupted at that moment irritated her.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Lady Tsunade, I finally have news about the investigation you asked me to conduct yesterday!"
It was Shizune's anxious voice.
But Tsunade herself felt no rush.
She remained lying down, waiting for her strength to return.
She still believed Rasa was merely a projection of her subconscious.
So naturally, she had no expectations for the results.
"Oh? What's the news?"
Outside, Shizune stood with a stack of papers in her left hand, her right still raised mid-knock.
Hearing her master's calm tone from within, Shizune realized how agitated she had been.
She sighed inwardly. Truly, her master lived up to her name as one of the Legendary Sannin—calm and composed even in moments like this.
Trying to imitate that composure, Shizune steadied her voice and spoke more evenly:
"Master, yesterday you asked me to confirm whether there was a ninja named Rasa in the ninja world. After a full day of investigation, our intelligence agents finally uncovered something."
Tsunade's voice remained calm as she replied:
"What did they find? If they didn't find anything, I won't blame them."
"No, Master, they did find him. There is only one ninja named Rasa in the entire ninja world."
Tsunade's calm heart was suddenly stirred, as though a boulder had been cast into a still lake, sending waves through her chest.
She forced herself to remain composed.
In truth, even if she wanted to rise right now, she couldn't—her legs were still too weak.
Clenching her fists tightly, she suppressed the unease building inside and asked steadily:
"Did you gather any detailed information about him? Let me see it."
After speaking, Tsunade raised her left hand and lightly flicked her fingers.