Chapter 161: Fuck Tsunade [5] 18+

Kael woke to an empty bed and the quiet of a house that no longer felt occupied. Tsunade was already gone. The sheets on her side were cold. He sat up, rubbed a hand over his face, and let out a short breath.

What is it with these system women running off the morning after?

He dressed without hurry, left her place, and walked back to his own apartment long enough to eat a simple breakfast. The food sat heavy. He kept seeing the way she had looked the night before—overstimulated, shaking, finally going limp in his arms. Part of him expected her to be angry. Part of him expected her to pretend none of it had happened. Either way, he knew where the day would lead.

He headed for the Hokage mansion first. Shizune met him in the corridor outside the office, folders already in her arms.

"Naruto. Lady Tsunade hasn’t come in today. She sent a message early—said she wasn’t feeling well."

Kael only nodded. He already knew better. He left the mansion and walked the familiar route toward the gambling district. The moment he stepped inside the den the atmosphere shifted. Voices dropped, then rose again with a different edge.

"There’s the Legendary Winner."

"Beat the sucker three times straight, walked out with everything."

He ignored the commentary and asked the nearest dealer if the Tsunade had been in. The man jerked a thumb toward the back.

"Came in at noon, already half-cut. Lost a few hands, got uglier about it, then left. That way."

Kael followed the direction into the narrow alley that ran behind the building. The light was poorer here, the air thicker with the smell of spilled sake and old wood. Tsunade sat on an overturned crate against the wall, a bottle loose in one hand, the green haori wrinkled and half-off one shoulder. Her eyes were glassy when she lifted her head and found him.

"Now what do you want, bastard?" Her voice was thick. "You’ve already taken everything from me. My money, my house and my body too."

He stepped closer. She tried to push his hand away when he reached for her wrist; the attempt was slow and uncoordinated.

"You think you can fuck a legendary Sannin without consequences, huh?"

Kael laughed once, quiet. The sound made her scowl deepen.

"You think this is funny?"

He answered by catching her chin, tilting her face up, and kissing her. She tasted like cheap sake and frustration. For a second she went still. Then her free hand came up and shoved weakly at his chest. He did not move back. He pressed her against the rough wall of the alley, slid both hands under her thighs, and lifted. Her back met the stone. Her legs hung loose for a moment before instinct made them tighten.

He got her pants open with one hand, shoved his own down just far enough, and pushed inside her in a single smooth thrust. She was still slick from the night before; the entry was easy and deep.

"Ahh—"

The sound left her before she could stop it. Her eyes darted toward the mouth of the alley.

"We’re outside—Naruto, stop—"

He set a steady rhythm anyway, using the wall for leverage, hands firm under her ass. Each upward thrust seated him fully; each drop let her feel the stretch and the wet slide.

"Schlick... schlick..."

"Uh... uh... ngh—"

Tsunade’s arms locked around his neck more from balance than desire. She kept one hand half-raised near her mouth, trying to muffle the noises that kept escaping. Every time a voice floated in from the street her whole body tensed around him.

"Someone will see—hah—stop—"

Kael only adjusted his grip and kept moving. The position left her open, her chest pressed close to his face, the scent of sake and skin thick between them. He nosed along the side of her throat and bit lightly while his hips continued their unhurried pace.

"Mmm... ahh... not here—"

The protests grew thinner as the heat built. Her head tipped back against the wall. The hand that had been trying to cover her mouth slipped instead to his shoulder, fingers digging in. She still glanced toward the alley entrance every few breaths, but the intervals between those glances lengthened.

He shifted without pulling out, lifting her higher and adjusting the angle until her legs wrapped tighter around his hips and her weight settled more fully on his cock. Olympus. One arm stayed banded around her waist; the other supported her ass. The new depth dragged a longer sound from her throat.

"Ahh—fuck—"

Her head fell back, exposing the line of her throat and the upper curves of her breasts. Kael took the invitation, mouth closing over the soft skin just above the neckline of her top, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while he thrust up into her.

"Pap... pap... pap..."

"Hah... hnn... Naruto—"

The name came out broken. She was no longer looking at the alley mouth as often. Her hands moved with less hesitation—one sliding into his hair, the other spanning the muscle of his back. The drunk edge in her eyes had sharpened into something clearer and more dangerous: recognition of how good it felt, and the slow, reluctant decision not to fight it as hard.

He changed the hold again. Her arms stayed locked around his neck. He caught her under the thighs, straightened, and let her weight hang fully from the points where their bodies joined. The angle was intense. Every small movement of his hips drove him deeper; every flex of her legs pulled him in harder.

"Squelch... schlick... pap..."

"Ah-ah-ah—ngh!"

Tsunade’s moans were no longer muffled. They spilled out into the narrow space, low and raw. She had stopped checking the entrance. Her forehead dropped to his shoulder for a moment, then lifted again so she could kiss him—clumsy, open-mouthed, tasting of sake and need. The shift in her was visible. The legendary Sannin who had started the afternoon calling him bastard was now rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, chasing the friction like it mattered more than the risk of being seen.

"Mmm... ahh... feels—hah—young again—"

The admission was quiet, almost lost under the wet sounds of their joining, but he heard it. Something in her expression had loosened. For the first time since the bet began she looked less like a woman enduring a debt and more like one who had remembered what it felt like to be wanted without reservation.

Kael’s rhythm grew shorter, heavier. She felt the change and tightened her legs around him instead of pulling away.

"Inside," she breathed against his mouth, the word half-surprise at herself. "Just—ahh—do it—"

He did. A final deep thrust seated him fully. Heat flooded her in thick pulses while her own body clenched and fluttered around him in a shaking peak that left her gasping into his neck.

"Ahh—ahh—!"

He kept her pinned to the wall through every spurt, kissing her through it—slow, thorough, unconcerned with the alley or the voices beyond it. When the last tremor left her he stayed buried, forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard.

Tsunade’s eyes were clearer now, the sake burned off by adrenaline and climax. She did not tell him to put her down. She only rested her head against his shoulder for a long moment, the green haori wrinkled between them, and let the reality of what she had just allowed settle over her.

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