Chapter 152: Tsunade [3] 18+

Shikamaru’s team stood in front of the Hokage’s desk with the usual mission scroll. Tsunade sat unusually straight, a dark scarf wound tight around her neck even though the room was warm. Every few seconds her thighs pressed together and shifted, as if she were trying to keep something hidden under the desk.

Shikamaru noticed. Ino noticed. Chōji mostly noticed the snack tray. None of them commented. The meeting dragged on longer than it should have because Tsunade kept losing her place in the briefing and snapping at small questions. When she finally dismissed them her voice was sharper than usual.

The moment the door closed she slumped and cursed under her breath. That bastard had taken her panties and left a mark she could not fully hide. She spent the rest of the morning adjusting the scarf and keeping her knees locked. Shizune watched her with growing concern but said nothing.

By afternoon Tsunade could not stay in the chair any longer. She stood, smoothed her skirt, and started the walk home. Without underwear the fabric moved differently. Every step made her aware of the soft bounce of her ass and the cool air against bare skin. She kept her arms close and her pace quick, face hot with embarrassment the entire way.

At her front door the new key worked. She stepped inside, locked it behind her, and stopped short.

Kael was stretched out on her sofa as if he lived there.

"What are you doing in my house?" she demanded. "Because of you I had to spend the whole day like that."

He didn’t look up from the ceiling. "It’s my house for the week, remember?"

"You stole my panties."

"I needed your size." He sat up and nodded toward a paper bag on the low table. "Bought you new clothes."

Tsunade opened the bag. Inside were a simple bra, a matching pair of panties, and a short black-and-white maid dress that looked two sizes too small for her chest and hips. She held the dress up by the straps.

"This is a joke."

"It’s your uniform," Kael said. "Maids dress like maids. Put it on."

She stared at him for a long moment, jaw tight. The bet still hung between them. After a heavy silence she turned away, stripped out of her regular clothes, and pulled the maid outfit on. The skirt barely reached mid-thigh. The top pulled tight across her breasts. She tugged at the hem.

"It’s too short."

Kael walked a slow circle around her, eyes moving openly. He hooked a finger under the back of the skirt and lifted it just enough to check. Tsunade’s hand shot back to stop him, but she didn’t actually push him away.

"Fit’s good," he said, letting the fabric fall. "Now make me a sandwich."

She wanted to tell him to make it himself. Instead she walked into the kitchen, face burning, and started pulling ingredients out. Kael followed and stood directly behind her while she worked. His chest almost touched her back.

"I want that sauce too," he said.

She reached for the bottle. Something warm and hard pressed against the curve of her ass. She glanced down. Both of his hands were resting on the counter in front of her. She looked over her shoulder and realized he had taken his pants off. His cock rested heavy against the thin fabric of the maid skirt.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"My house. My maid. Don’t question it. Add the sauce."

Tsunade’s fingers tightened on the knife. She could still walk away from the whole arrangement. She didn’t. She finished the sandwich with quick, angry movements.

"Why don’t you go sit down," she muttered. "I’ll bring it to you."

He pressed closer, the hard length of him rubbing deliberately against her. "Say please."

The word tasted like humiliation. "...Please."

Kael gave her ass a light slap and finally stepped back. He dropped onto the sofa, still bare from the waist down, and waited.

Tsunade brought the plate over. He looked at it, then at her.

"You’re my maid. Feed me."

She had never fed another person in her life. After a long hesitation she picked up the sandwich. Sauce dripped onto her thumb. Kael leaned forward, bit into the bread, and then licked the sauce from her skin in one slow drag of his tongue. He kept eating from her hand, occasionally catching her fingers between his lips and sucking them clean. By the time the sandwich was gone her entire hand was wet and she could not meet his eyes.

He tugged her down onto his lap so she straddled him. The short skirt rode up immediately. His hands went to the back of the maid top, found the clasp of the new bra, and unhooked it. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and bare.

"No," she said, though her voice lacked real force. "You’re young enough to be my grandson. We can’t—"

Kael cupped one breast, thumb brushing the nipple. "From which angle does a grandmother look like this?"

He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth.

Tsunade’s breath stuttered. He sucked slowly at first, tongue circling the tightening peak, then harder, drawing the whole areola in. His other hand squeezed the opposite breast, fingers sinking into the soft weight, pinching and rolling the nipple until it stood stiff. She braced her hands on his shoulders but did not push him away.

"St... Stop it Naruto."

He switched sides, giving the second breast the same thorough attention—long, wet pulls, the scrape of teeth, the flat of his tongue dragging across the sensitive tip. Soft, unwilling sounds started slipping from her throat. Her hips shifted on his lap. The bare heat of his cock pressed against the thin panties he had just bought her.

"Ahh~"

Kael kept sucking, switching back and forth, kneading both breasts with slow, possessive hands. Every time she made a noise he sucked harder. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the quiet living room. Tsunade’s head tipped back. Her fingers curled against his shoulders.

"This is... ridiculous..." she managed, even as her back arched to push more of her breast into his mouth. "An old woman like me... ahh..."

He bit down gently on one nipple and tugged. A clearer moan escaped her. His hands never stopped moving—squeezing, lifting, pressing her breasts together so he could lick both nipples in turn. The maid top hung open around her elbows. Her breathing had gone uneven.

Kael took his time. He treated each breast like it belonged to him for the entire week: long minutes of sucking, soft bites, the slow drag of his tongue over every inch of soft skin until both nipples were dark and wet and Tsunade was trembling in his lap.

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