Adopted by Tsunade [147-148] (R18) (Patreon)

Chapter 147: Ninja Melee, Advisors Die Violently

Kosuke Maruboshi led a squad already waiting outside the Hokage Building.

To avoid alerting the enemy—or rather to delay any leaks—he hadn't chosen ninja from the Sarutobi or Shimura clans.

The team was mainly Hyuga, the Ino–Shika–Cho trio clans, and civilian jonin.

"Let's go."

Natsume didn't bother explaining much to them.

The group sped out at a blistering pace.

The Valley of the End lay to the north of Konoha.

Following the mountain range behind the Hokage Rock straight ahead, one arrived at a waterfall.

Once, Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara fought here, carving out the Valley of the End with their battle.

The path from Konoha to the Valley was mostly forest and mountains—perfect terrain for ambushes.

"Grandpa Kosuke, I'll leave a shadow clone. Once you see it disperse, order everyone to attack."

With that, Natsume suddenly accelerated and vanished from sight.

…

Deep in a forest—

Tsunade stopped.

They'd already left Konoha far behind. Shimura Danzo no longer bothered with disguise and stepped out openly.

"Tsunade, I've been waiting a long time."

"An ambush?" Tsunade narrowed her eyes and asked.

"That's right. This talk about Sarutobi Hiruzen wanting to see us—fake."

Danzo's face twisted into an ugly, smug grin. "It was all to draw you out."

"Kill me?"

Tsunade had already anticipated this, but fury still flared. She asked, "Why? Is this your socalled 'for Konoha'?"

"Of course it's for Konoha!"

Danzo slammed his cane hard and said, "You and Sarutobi Hiruzen are both too soft. Konoha needs an absolutely cold-blooded ruler, one who binds all clans and geniuses into a single rope—that's what best serves the village."

"Hmph, delusions."

Tsunade frowned. "By 'binding into a rope,' you mean turning everyone into your weapons, don't you?"

"And what's wrong with that?"

Danzo barked coldly, voice dripping with menace. "Because of Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Nine-Tails jinchuriki remains unused, and the Uchiha were driven to rebellion. I am the true heir of our teacher. I'm the one who should be Hokage!"

By the end, he'd lost all reason, eyes bloodshot with jealousy and resentment.

"You're not doing it for Konoha—you're doing it for your Konoha."

Tsunade shook her head in disappointment. "Great-Granduncle's choice wasn't wrong. The old man is far more suited to be Hokage than you."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Danzo flew into a rage.

He'd always thought—or deceived himself—that he'd only hesitated one second longer than Sarutobi Hiruzen back then, and that was why the Hokage's seat was taken from him.

"Die!"

Danzo's face twisted. "The Hokage will be me!"

His right arm swelled in an instant, ripping his sleeve, countless vines surging into a giant tree.

Irritation flickered in Tsunade's eyes.

Those were her grandfather Hashirama's cells.

She stepped onto the trunk, flipped up over Danzo's head, clenched a fist, and slammed down.

Chakra turned into overwhelming power, whipping up a shrill wind.

Danzo didn't dodge.

Under his control, the giant tree wrapped around his body.

Tsunade's monstrous strength smashed down; the bark cracked all over, but didn't break through.

Branches sprouted from the trunk, interlacing, whipping over to bind her.

But in the next instant, a puff of smoke—a log substitution.

Tsunade was already behind Danzo, hammering down with another punch.

Far stronger than the last, it sent tree and man skidding several meters.

Danzo didn't panic. He sneered coldly and steadied himself.

Tsunade's face shifted. Beneath her feet, black sealing marks burst from the ground.

They coiled like living things around her ankles, pinning her in place.

A sealing jutsu laid in advance.

Danzo had baited her right into it.

Tsunade had clearly been careless.

To be fair, in terms of combat experience, Danzo had more.

And he'd planned this against an unprepared opponent.

"Yooo! Konoha's Blue Beast reporting in!"

Might Guy vaulted out. "Konoha Whirlwind!"

He became a green cyclone and blitzed Danzo.

Not only him—Kosuke Maruboshi and the others appeared in succession.

"You were prepared?"

If Danzo didn't understand by now, he'd be a fool.

Clearly, Tsunade had sensed something, came alone first to confirm, and the rest showed once there was proof.

"You've done too many wrongs, Danzo."

Tsunade snorted, breaking free of the seal with Kakashi's help.

"Exactly because of that, I discovered it early. Danzo, you're surrounded. If you want a shred of dignity, surrender."

"It's far from decided who wins!"

Danzo roared, and all Root operatives emerged.

They were fewer than the Hokage Guard plus the Konoha Police, but no weaker.

There were ten jonin in total.

"Danzo is a rogue ninja now. Are you really going to follow him?"

Tsunade demanded.

But all Root members kept expressionless faces. No one answered.

"Tsunade, see? These are the weapons Konoha needs!"

Danzo's expression had collapsed into madness. "Kill them!"

A melee erupted.

But they'd forgotten a few people.

Tsunade forgot Natsume; Danzo forgot Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado.

The two Hokage advisors were actually nearby, but neither joined the fray.

As Second Hokage Senju Tobirama's students, they were certainly not weak.

In their youth, they were among the elite jonin.

Old age had dulled them, but they still held jonin-level strength.

"Koharu, should we lend Danzo a hand?"

Homura watched the clash of chakras and asked.

"No rush."

Koharu shook her head. "If we step in now, there'll be no turning back."

"You mean we back whoever wins?"

Homura's eyes lit up.

"Exactly."

Koharu smiled. "We tricked Tsunade out, yes—but afterwards we can claim Danzo coerced us. No choice."

"You're more prudent as always."

Homura gave a thumbs-up, then asked, "If Danzo kills Tsunade, won't he blame us for not acting?"

"No. Because he'll need us to help him ascend as Hokage."

A smug look crept over Koharu's wrinkled face. "Which means we're already unassailable."

"Wonderful. Truly worthy of Hokage advisors."

Sudden applause startled the two.

They turned and saw Natsume.

"How did you find us?"

Koharu's face darkened.

Their conversation could not be allowed to leak. Otherwise, they'd have no place left in the village.

And Natsume was Tsunade's student—he absolutely couldn't be allowed to live.

Fortunately, he was just a teen, only chuunin level.

"I did underestimate you a bit."

Before Natsume could answer, Koharu continued, "Pity you're not smart enough. I haven't acted in a long time, but dealing with a youngster like you is still well within my ability."

"Let me."

Homura stepped forward to block Natsume, eyes filled with hate.

"I've had it with this brat. If not for his meddling, would we be in this mess?"

Tsunade hadn't concealed Natsume's contributions.

Publicizing his suggestions bolstered his prestige, paving the way for him to become Hokage.

Thus Koharu and Homura knew the Hokage Secretariat was his idea.

The air went taut.

Chakra surged.

Homura formed hand seals quickly.

A scroll manifested out of thin air and unfurled.

Countless kunai swarmed out like bees, aiming to drown Natsume.

In the original story, Homura acted only once—

Against the Nine-Tails, summoning various tools and gear from scrolls.

His fighting style mirrored Tenten the wealthy weapon mistress.

Natsume slowly extended his palm.

Partial Multi-Size Technique.

His hand suddenly expanded more than tenfold.

He swatted down in a massive slap.

Every kunai went flying.

Homura's face changed drastically—too late to dodge—he took the hit full-on and was blasted back.

He hit the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"You're not a chuunin at all!"

Koharu, being behind, dodged the blow.

The strength Natsume just showed was far beyond chuunin.

And his body's toughness was absurd—so many kunai hadn't even broken skin.

Koharu had no time to look at fallen Homura. She flicked a shuriken—

Which split into hundreds, then thousands, pouring down like rain.

The Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique.

Natsume answered with another massive slap.

So fast Koharu couldn't react—she went flying, landing right next to Homura.

The two struggled to rise.

They were already old; a hit like that left them nearly incapable of fighting.

"We're Hokage advisors. Even Tsunade can't kill us. You certainly can't!"

Koharu screamed in panic.

In the official databook, it's stated the advisors possess strength and wisdom on par with the Third.

Natsume couldn't help but laugh.

Koharu and Homura glanced at each other, not understanding why.

"Sorry, couldn't help it."

Natsume waved a hand. "But I really won't kill you."

Koharu and Homura instantly looked like they'd escaped death.

"Ninja melee, advisors die violently—doesn't that sound nice to the ear?"

Natsume opened his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

"You… you… those eyes?"

Koharu froze.

"How do you have a Mangekyo Sharingan?"

Homura shouted in terror and confusion, "Don't you have Senju blood?"

Which Senju messed up? Or which Uchiha strayed?

"Run!"

Koharu shouted.

Recognizing the Mangekyo, she realized what was coming.

Too late.

After those three words, she went blank.

Along with Homura, she rushed rapidly toward the distant battlefield.

"Danzo, we'll help you!"

They roared in unison, attacking Might Guy, who was pressuring Danzo the most.

Guy had opened the Third Gate—already supersonic, absurdly fast.

"Guy, careful!"

Kakashi quickly warned. "These two advisors are no weaker than the Third. Don't hold back!"

Might Guy instantly got serious.

Hidden Lotus!

He became a raging storm.

The naked eye couldn't even catch him—only the endless afterimages blasting Koharu and Homura.

A thunderous boom.

The two crashed into the ground—dead beyond dead.

Guy blinked. So this is "on par with the Third"?

Danzo was dumbstruck. What are you two doing—rushing in just to die?

Tsunade noticed but said nothing.

Clearly they'd been out of practice too long and were rusty.

And they knew nothing of the Eight Gates.

Even the Third Gate isn't something most can take head-on.

More importantly, Tsunade didn't care for the two advisors.

Dead was simpler.

Danzo, however, was far stronger than she'd expected.

He'd not only grafted Hashirama's cells and gained Wood Release—he'd also replaced an eye with a triple-tomoe Sharingan.

Who knew where he'd gotten it?

Tsunade snorted, slid sideways, and stomped down.

Boom.

The ground split wide.

Danzo dodged by a hair.

He gritted his teeth. If the fight dragged on, things would get worse for him.

Such a ruckus would be detected by Konoha; more and more enemies would arrive.

He could only rely on his two three-tomoe Sharingan.

He could use Izanagi twice—two minutes of death negation.

All unfavorable outcomes could be overwritten.

If he killed Tsunade within those two minutes, he'd win.

Danzo didn't hesitate—he activated Izanagi. His left eye went blind.

Tsunade started forward, then stopped.

Natsume appeared not far away, shook his head, then formed seals.

Sage Art: Water Release—Water Severing Wave!

A jet of water slashed Danzo's body before he could react.

The next moment, his body regenerated. Seeing Natsume, he was stunned. "Sage Mode?!"

His revival shocked Tsunade too.

She realized why Natsume had stopped her.

If she'd rushed in, Danzo would've taken her down with a forbidden jutsu like Reverse Four Symbols Sealing.

She'd die; he'd revive—victory to him.

"This is… Izanagi!"

Tsunade frowned. "You really did scheme long against the Uchiha."

Izanagi is the Uchiha's ultimate ocular art.

Few in the clan knew it—so where did Danzo learn it?

A troubling question.

"Natsume—"

She swallowed her words.

Because Natsume began a grand Water Release performance, flinging water jutsu like he didn't pay for chakra.

A sense of doom rose in Danzo's heart—he was pummeled on repeat.

Dead, revived, dead again, revived again.

Even with invincible Izanagi, the overwhelming firepower left him no room to counter.

At this rate, never mind two minutes—three wouldn't be enough.

The two advisors were dead, Root was fully pinned—no one could help.

Danzo clenched his jaw. At this point, only escape remained.

If the green hills remain, there'll be firewood to burn.

He tore open his clothes without hesitation—countless black seals surged skyward.

"Reverse Four Symbols Sealing! Everyone scatter!"

Tsunade's face changed; she shouted.

She knew all too well how terrifying it was.

It cost the user's life. Blood becomes seals to bind everything around.

Natsume wasn't actually afraid, but he knew Danzo would use it to flee, so he backed off as well.

"Shadow Hokage, do your best," he thought. "Hope you rack up fate points for me out there in the ninja world."

Thus, Konoha's Four—one dead, one fled—only Sarutobi Hiruzen remained.

Chapter 148: Tsunade, You'll Regret This! 

Centered on Danzo, seals sprayed out like a showerhead, covering a radius of ten meters.

Every plant, tree, bird, beast, and insect touched by the black seals was wrapped and bound.

Natsume mused that visually, this was far more striking than the original's half-bridge seal.

He was still in Sage Mode and clearly sensed Danzo had used the jutsu to distract everyone before escaping.

A few minutes later, the dust settled.

Black seals covered the ground.

"He got away."

Tsunade's face was a bit grim. But she couldn't be as ruthless as Danzo—

She couldn't order anyone into a suicidal seal field knowingly.

Still, the day's outcome was largely ideal.

Danzo fled, Koharu and Homura died, the remaining Root were captured—no more waves to stir.

Tsunade's situation was far better than Minato's had been.

And both she and Natsume gained intangible boosts.

Especially Natsume.

He'd displayed Sage Mode and suppressed Danzo with Water Release—saving lives.

Natsume felt the difference in how people looked at him.

Respect.

Before, most treated him as a junior—and only out of respect for the Hokage's student.

Now it was for his strength.

In this world, strength reigns.

Naturally, they warmed up to him.

This man was destined for Konoha's leadership—maybe even the Hokage's chair.

[Due to your actions, the fates of Shimura Danzo, Mitokado Homura, Utatane Koharu, Aburame Ryoma, Yamanaka Kaze, and others have changed. You gained a total of 560 Fate Points.]

The continuous chimes made Natsume's mood soar.

Root had a lot of named characters in the original.

Now, with one sweep plus Danzo and the two advisors, he netted 560 points at once.

A fat haul indeed.

He'd spent all his Fate Points earlier to exchange for a Sage Body, but soon after he was back over a thousand.

Stirring the pot really did pay fastest.

"Kakashi, seal the corpses of Utatane Koharu, Mitokado Homura, and the others. Send them to the Analysis Team."

Tsunade thought and issued the order.

A ninja's corpse talks.

Even in death, a wealth of intel can be extracted.

The two advisors had woven a massive web of interests over years.

Hard to unwind, but Tsunade needed to know who was in it.

"Yes!"

Kakashi organized people and got to work.

Kosuke Maruboshi sighed, eyes complicated.

Among those present, he'd known Danzo, Koharu, and Homura the longest.

They'd all trained under the Second Hokage.

In their youth, they were high-spirited, with firm Will of Fire.

A pity that in old age, they failed to keep their integrity.

"Shizune, spread the word: list Shimura Danzo as an Sclass rogue ninja."

Tsunade paused and looked up.

A figure sped in from afar—Sarutobi Hiruzen.

"Tsun—"

He began, but seeing the bodies of Koharu and Homura, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Though retired, Hiruzen still had a network.

Not long after the clash began, he learned Danzo planned to assassinate Tsunade and rushed over.

He hadn't expected the two advisors to be involved.

More surprising—Tsunade had killed them.

By her nature, she wouldn't usually go that far.

"They aided Danzo's rebellion and unfortunately died in the fight."

Tsunade didn't mention Might Guy, concerned Hiruzen might cling to old bonds.

Besides, the advisors' deaths were natural consequences of forcing their way in.

Had they not jumped in, Tsunade wouldn't have killed them—at most forced retirement.

They had contributed much to Konoha. Killing them outright was distasteful.

"Idiots!"

With everyone watching, Hiruzen couldn't say more; he could only curse.

Frankly, he felt they'd been blinded by impulse—foolish to act with Danzo.

This outcome was expected.

Hiruzen sighed. "Danzo? He escaped?"

Tsunade nodded. "I've already listed him as a rogue."

"Handle the aftermath, but keep the impact minimal. Don't let Konoha suffer more upheaval."

Hiruzen's face was full of fatigue. After his son and grandson died, now his comrades and teammates were dead or fled.

Few of his generation remained.

Even a strong heart would struggle.

And his wasn't that strong anymore.

Age had sapped his drive and decisiveness.

"I will."

Tsunade knew he was hinting and reminding her.

Danzo, Homura, and Koharu implicated many.

If she punished them all, there would be unrest.

Tsunade suspected Hiruzen's hands weren't entirely clean either.

Hiruzen came in a hurry and left in one.

From today, he finally let go of power.

But mistakes demand a price.

Natsume glanced away.

The ones to collect that debt weren't him, but Uzumaki Naruto, Namikaze Minato, and Uzumaki Kushina.

In fact, he looked forward to it.

"Everyone, return."

With things done, Tsunade gave the order.

"Yes!"

The response was unified.

Today had shaken them.

Present were ninja from nearly all major clans.

It would spread quickly.

Tsunade would cement her seat as Hokage.

Natsume would become famous too.

When all had left, only Tsunade and Natsume remained.

"Where did you go earlier?"

Tsunade flicked his forehead. "If you'd shown up sooner, maybe this ends differently."

"Big sis, you're wronging your biggest contributor."

Natsume caught her finger and grinned. "Why do you think Koharu and Homura joined the fight?"

"You?"

Tsunade's eyes sharpened.

"They were nearby, planning to help whoever won. I confronted them and spoiled it."

Natsume didn't mention the Eternal Mangekyo.

Even without it, being caught by the Hokage's student would have forced their hand.

As for the Analysis Team—he'd handle that later.

"I see."

Tsunade's lips curved. She took his hand. "In that case, today you really did the most."

"Yep!"

Natsume's eyes lit with expectation. "So what's my reward?"

"I'll make you Hokage's aide."

Tsunade thought it over. "You're a bit young in seniority, but we can make an exception."

Natsume had shown vision with the Secretariat and the Police Department.

Today he'd earned great merit and shown his strength to many.

Together with her support, despite his youth, she could convince people.

"And?"

Natsume didn't care about the aide position.

The Hokage was his person—what use was a title?

He wanted something spicier.

"Greedy!"

Tsunade rolled her eyes. "Then say it. What do you want?"

 Natsume beckoned her closer and whispered.

 "What do you take the Hokage for?!"

 Tsunade flushed with anger. "I refuse!"

 "You're Hokage—you should be fair and just."

 Natsume brazened on. "I made huge contributions. If the reward doesn't satisfy me, isn't that a problem?"

 "Pick something else!"

 Tsunade clenched a fist. "Before I get truly angry."

 "No."

 Natsume answered firmly, then, seeing her look, added pitifully, "Sis."

 Tsunade softened instinctively, then quickly realized he was faking it.

 "No."

 Her voice went cool. "This is a matter of principle."

 Natsume shut up. Pushing further was pointless. He switched tactics.

 He put on a sullen face. "Let's go back then."

 He didn't take her hand, just turned to leave.

 Tsunade froze, uneasy. She gritted her teeth and snapped, "You bastard!"

 She caught up in a few steps and blocked him.

 "You really want that reward?"

 "Really."

 Natsume knew he was going too far, but this was the perfect chance to push the line.

 "Just this once."

 Her tone was calm, but a blush crept up.

 For her, this was unprecedented—too bold.

 "I love you most, sis!"

 Natsume beamed, slipped an arm around her slender waist, and planted a kiss on her cheek.

 Tsunade blinked, then smiled.

 Despite her strength, age made her fear one thing most—that Natsume would leave her.

 Seeing his obsession, she felt content.

 She pulled him tight into her arms, voice soft like a girl's. "Sis likes you too."

 After a moment, Tsunade patted his wandering hands—without much force, more like a sign of permission.

 "Wait."

 Her face rosy.

"At home."

 The Hokage's dignity was gone from her voice—only charm remained.

 Natsume nodded, crouched, and said, "I'll carry you back."

 "Hmph, taking advantage again."

 Tsunade knew what he meant, but didn't refuse—only feigned annoyance.

 She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body to his back, and even wriggled a little.

 "Too much."

 Feeling her soft curves, Natsume narrowed his eyes and patted her rear.

 "Planning a mutiny?"

 Tsunade huffed, her slender fingers brushing his heated cheek. "I'm the Hokage. Careful or I'll lock you up."

 "You'll regret that!"

 Natsume felt incredibly satisfied after saying it.

 But he knew the battle ahead would be even more delightful.

 He would make Tsunade regret those words.

 The night was long.

...

They arrived at their residence, the door clicking shut behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down Natsume's spine. Tsunade's room was dimly lit by a single lantern, casting warm shadows over the futon and scattered scrolls—remnants of her endless work. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tsunade turned to him, her usual commanding presence softened by a mix of nervousness and desire. Her green robe clung to her voluptuous figure, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved.

Natsume didn't waste time. He stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with the hunger he'd been holding back. Tsunade responded eagerly, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. She tasted like sake and something sweeter, more intoxicating.

"You little brat," she murmured against his lips, her voice breathy. "Always pushing your luck."

He grinned, his fingers deftly undoing the sash of her robe. It fell open, revealing the full swell of her breasts, heavy and perfect, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. Natsume's breath caught—he'd fantasized about this for so long, but the reality was overwhelming. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. Tsunade gasped, arching her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Natsume... ah, that's... good."

Encouraged, he moved to the other breast, his hands roaming down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips. He could feel her trembling slightly, her legendary strength giving way to vulnerability. Sliding his hand between her thighs, he found her already wet, her folds slick with arousal. Tsunade moaned softly as he teased her clit with his thumb, circling it slowly while his fingers dipped inside her, feeling the tight, warm heat of her body clench around him.

"You're so wet for me, sis," he whispered, his voice husky with lust. Tsunade's cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't pull away—instead, she ground against his hand, her hips bucking instinctively.

"Shut up and keep going," she commanded, though it came out more like a plea.

Natsume obliged, pushing her gently back onto the futon. He stripped off his own clothes quickly, his erection springing free—hard, throbbing, and eager. Tsunade's eyes widened slightly at the sight, a mix of admiration and anticipation in her gaze. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking him firmly from base to tip. Precum beaded at the head, and she smeared it with her thumb, making him groan. "You've grown up," she teased, her voice laced with affection.

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"This is our first time," he said, locking eyes with her. "I want it to be perfect."

Tsunade nodded, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. "Then make it count, you idiot."

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Natsume entered her. She was tight—impossibly so—her inner walls gripping him like a vice as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. Tsunade let out a sharp cry, a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back.

"Fuck... you're big," she gasped, her body adjusting to the fullness. He paused when he was fully sheathed inside her, savoring the sensation of her heat enveloping him completely. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.

Then, he began to move. Slow at first, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in, building a rhythm. Tsunade's moans grew louder with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the motion.

"Harder," she demanded, her Big Sister authority slipping back in. Natsume complied, increasing his pace, his hips slamming against hers with wet, rhythmic slaps. He angled himself to hit that sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out his name—"Natsume! Yes, right there!"

Sweat slicked their bodies as they moved together, the room filled with the sounds of their passion: her gasps, his grunts, the creak of the futon. Natsume reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. Tsunade's body tensed, her muscles clenching around him as her orgasm built. "

I'm... I'm coming," she whimpered, her voice breaking. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him as she came hard, her juices soaking the sheets beneath them.

The sensation was too much for Natsume. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her and released, his cock twitching as he filled her with hot spurts of cum.

"Sis..., I love you," he groaned, collapsing onto her, their bodies entwined in the afterglow.

They lay there panting, Tsunade's arms wrapped around him possessively. "That... was good," she admitted with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead. But Natsume wasn't done—his cock, still semi-hard inside her, twitched with renewed interest as he felt her warmth. "Not yet," he murmured, nuzzling her neck. "I want more. I want all of you."

Tsunade's eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and arousal. "Greedy boy," she teased, but she didn't resist when he pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. In this new position—doggy style—her ass was presented to him, full and inviting, her pussy glistening with their combined fluids. Natsume gripped her hips, sliding back into her with a single, forceful thrust. Tsunade moaned loudly, pushing back against him, her breasts swaying beneath her. "Yes...," she growled, her voice husky.

He pounded into her relentlessly, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each movement. Tsunade's hands fisted the sheets, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrusts. She reached back, fondling his sack, urging him on. The intensity built quickly—Natsume's hand snaked around to rub her swollen clit again, and soon she was shattering into another climax, her walls contracting wildly around him. "Oh god, Natsume... coming again!" she cried, her body shuddering as ecstasy ripped through her.

Natsume followed soon after, pulling out at the last second to cum across her ass and back, marking her with thick ropes of semen. He collapsed beside her, both of them breathing raggedly. But Tsunade, ever the dominant one, wasn't satisfied yet. She rolled over, straddling him in a cowgirl position, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest as she guided his still-hard cock back inside her dripping pussy. "My turn to ride you," she said with a wicked grin, beginning to bounce on him.

Her movements were powerful, grinding her hips in circles, then slamming down hard. Natsume's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, making her gasp. She leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, as she rode him faster. The friction was exquisite—her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every descent. Tsunade came first this time, her third orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave, her juices squirting slightly as she screamed his name, her body convulsing.

Natsume thrust up into her, prolonging her pleasure, until he too erupted inside her once more, filling her to the brim with his seed. Exhausted but not quite sated, they shifted again, this time to a spooning position on their sides. Natsume entered her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist, his hand teasing her clit while he thrust lazily but deeply. It was more intimate now, their bodies pressed flush, his lips on her neck.

"One more," he whispered, and Tsunade nodded, moaning softly.

The pace was slower, building gradually to a shared climax. Tsunade's hand joined his on her clit, and together they brought her to a final, shattering orgasm—her fourth—her pussy clenching so tightly it pulled him over the edge with her. He came deep inside, groaning into her hair, their bodies trembling in unison.

Finally spent, they lay tangled together, sweat-soaked and satisfied. Tsunade turned in his arms, kissing him tenderly. "You win this round, brat," she murmured, her voice laced with contentment. Natsume smiled, pulling her closer.

"I told you you'd regret those words." As the lantern flickered out, they drifted into sleep.