Chapter 155: Tsunade [6] 18+

Kael stood and reached for his clothes. He dressed without hurry, watching her from the corner of his eye. Tsunade stayed on the bed, skirt still twisted around her waist, the marks on her ass a dull throb.

"That’s enough for today," he said. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

He stepped close, leaned in, and aimed for her mouth. She turned her face at the last second. His lips landed on her cheek instead—warm, lingering, leaving a faint wet trail. He stayed there a moment longer than necessary before pulling back.

"Be ready tomorrow."

Then he left. The front door clicked shut behind him.

Tsunade sat alone, breathing hard. Her mind kept circling the same thought: she had just taken a boy’s cock in her mouth. Not any boy—Naruto. The same loud, reckless shinobi she had watched grow up. She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes and tried to push the memory away. It stayed. The weight on her tongue. The way he had held her hair. The taste that still clung to the back of her throat.

She rose, walked to the bathroom, and stood under the shower until the water ran cold. When she finally crawled into bed the sheets felt too soft against the residual sting on her backside. Sleep came late and shallow.

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The next morning her head ached the moment she opened her eyes. She dressed in her usual Hokage robes, tied the green haori, and made her way to the office with a scowl that kept most people at a distance.

Shizune arrived not long after with a stack of folders.

"Lady Tsunade, updates on the Five Kage Summit. The Kazekage’s escort is confirmed. The Raikage’s party left the Cloud two days ago. We still need final numbers for the security detail on the northern approach—"

Tsunade listened with half an ear, rubbing her temple. She signed where Shizune pointed, answered in short monosyllables, and finally waved her out. The door had barely closed when it opened again.

Kael stepped inside and shut it behind him.

Tsunade’s stomach dropped. "No. Why are you here?"

He smiled the same easy smile he had used the night before. "Can’t a master check on his maid?"

She stood so fast the chair scraped. "We are not doing this here. Anyone could walk in. Shizune. A messenger. Anyone."

Kael walked past her, dropped into her own chair behind the desk, and patted his thigh. "Sit."

"I said no."

"Now."

The word carried the same quiet weight it had in her bedroom. She glanced at the door, then at the window that looked out over the village. Her pulse jumped. Still she moved. Pride and the bet warred for a second; the bet won. She turned, lowered herself onto his lap with her back to his chest, and planted the tips of her toes on the floor. Her legs stayed pressed tightly together.

Kael’s hands slid under her arms and cupped her breasts through the robe. He lifted her a few inches and let her settle again, the hard line of his cock pressing up between her cheeks. The fabric of his pants and the thin material of her underthings were the only barriers.

"We shouldn’t," she said under her breath. "Not here."

He ignored her and began a slow grind. Up. Down. The motion was small but deliberate, dragging the thick ridge of him along the cleft of her ass and the soft heat between her legs. She braced her hands on his knees and tried to stay still. It only made the friction clearer.

"Naruto—stop. Someone will hear."

He kept the rhythm. Each lift pressed her more firmly against him; each drop let her feel every inch of the outline trapped in his pants. Her breath shortened. She could already feel dampness gathering where their bodies met.

He shifted her without warning, turning her so she faced the desk. Her legs spread to either side of the chair, feet braced on the floor. He leaned back, hands on her waist, and rocked her forward and back along the length of his cock. The new angle put constant pressure against her clit through the layers of cloth. Soft, wet sounds started up each time she slid forward—schlick, schlick—quiet but unmistakable in the otherwise silent office.

"Faster will finish it quicker," he murmured against her neck. "Unless you want to stay like this until Shizune comes back."

Tsunade’s face burned. She glanced at the door again. The corridor outside was never empty for long. A clerk, an ANBU, anyone could knock. The thought of being found like this—Hokage straddling a genin-aged shinobi, grinding on him in broad daylight—made her stomach twist.

She began to move on her own.

Short, urgent rolls of her hips. Forward until the head of his cock nudged her through the fabric, then back until she felt the full length trapped between her cheeks. Her hands braced on the edge of the desk. The chair creaked faintly with every motion.

"That’s it," he said. His mouth found the side of her throat. He kissed, then licked, then bit lightly enough to leave no mark. "Keep going."

She hated that her body answered. The friction built too fast. Each pass of his covered cock against her made the fabric between them wetter, louder. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper and tried to stay quiet.

Kael turned her once more so she faced him. Her knees bent high, feet resting on the seat beside his hips. One of her hands gripped the back of the chair; the other pressed against her own backside as if that could hide how she moved. He held her waist and helped her rise and fall in short, sharp strokes.

"Do it fast," she whispered, voice tight. "Just finish. Please. Before someone sees."

He smiled against her collarbone and kept the pace she set. The wet sound of cloth on cloth grew steadier. Her thighs trembled. She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and focused on the single goal of ending this before the door opened.

Kael’s breathing changed. His grip on her waist tightened. He thrust up hard once, twice, then held her down as he pulsed inside his pants. Heat bloomed against her through the fabric. She felt every spurt and forced herself not to react.

For a long moment neither of them moved. The office stayed silent except for their breathing.

Kael finally lifted her off him and set her on her feet. He stood, adjusted his clothes as best he could, and gave her the same casual smile as before.

"I’ll see you at home."

He left without another word. The door closed softly behind him.

Tsunade stood alone in the middle of her office, robes askew, the seat of her underthings soaked, the scent of what he had done still hanging in the air. She smoothed her clothes with shaking hands, sat down in the chair that still held his warmth, and waited for her heart to slow.

Outside, the village continued as if nothing had happened.

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