Chapter 17:
The morning sun rose lazily over Konoha, but inside the Hokage's private quarters, time had stopped. Tsunade stirred beneath silken sheets, the warm weight of Shizune's naked body still nestled against her. The younger woman's breath was slow and peaceful, her head resting on Tsunade's chest, one leg possessively hooked over hers.
For a long moment, Tsunade just stared at the ceiling, letting the silence settle. Had she crossed a line? Maybe. But the soft smile playing on Shizune's lips made her feel no regret.
A knock interrupted the serenity.
Two short, deliberate taps. Only one person knocked like that.
Tsunade smirked.
"Come in."
The door opened, and in walked Daiki—his sharp eyes flickering first to the bed, then widening slightly as he saw Shizune still asleep, tangled in Tsunade's embrace.
He shut the door quietly, a half-smile creeping onto his lips. "Should I be jealous… or excited?"
Tsunade chuckled, slipping out from under Shizune without waking her. She stood, naked and unashamed, stretching like a queen rising from her throne.
"Maybe both," she purred.
Daiki stepped closer. "You look like sin itself, Tsunade-sama."
"Then you'd better pray before touching me."
With a growl, Daiki caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. Their lips met in a kiss that was all tongue and heat. Tsunade's hands slipped down to grip his belt, undoing it as she kissed him, hungry for more.
Shizune stirred in the bed, blinking sleepily. Her eyes locked on the scene before her—Daiki now shirtless, Tsunade slowly lowering to her knees.
For a moment, jealousy flared.
Then… fascination.
Shizune sat up, letting the sheets fall and reveal her nude form, her thighs still damp from the night before. She didn't look away as Tsunade took Daiki into her mouth, her movements slow and skilled, her eyes locked with his. Daiki let out a deep moan, fingers tangling in her blonde hair.
Shizune's breath quickened.
Tsunade felt it—felt her watching—and pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips.
"Come help me," she said without turning.
Shizune hesitated, but only for a moment. She slid out of bed and knelt beside Tsunade. The two women exchanged a glance before their tongues met over Daiki's shaft—licking, teasing, worshiping him in perfect sync.
Daiki groaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sight.
"You're gonna kill me," he gasped.
"No," Tsunade smirked. "We're going to ruin you."
When Daiki couldn't take anymore, Tsunade stood and straddled him, guiding him inside her with a long, satisfying sigh. She began to ride him with slow, powerful rolls of her hips, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Shizune didn't just watch—she kissed Daiki's neck, ran her hands over Tsunade's body, licked the sweat forming between her mentor's breasts. The three of them were tangled in passion, every movement hot and desperate.
Just when Tsunade was on the brink, the door clicked open again.
Kaito.
He froze in the doorway—his eyes wide, his breath catching.
Tsunade didn't stop riding. She looked straight at him and moaned.
"Kaito… close the door. And get over here."
He obeyed without hesitation.
Clothes flew.
Shizune turned to him first, kissing him hungrily before guiding him to the bed. She lay back, legs open in invitation, and Kaito accepted, sliding into her with a groan. Tsunade watched them through half-lidded eyes as she rode Daiki harder, their bodies slapping together in rhythm.
Four voices, four bodies. The room became a chorus of moans, wet sounds, whispered names and gasped demands.
It wasn't just sex. It was something darker, deeper—an unspoken pact between them. A web of trust, lust, and something dangerously close to love.
Tsunade came hard around Daiki, crying out as her body shuddered. Shizune followed seconds later, clawing at Kaito's back as her own climax consumed her.
Then Kaito and Daiki exploded—one after the other—filling their lovers, their bodies collapsing in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
Breathless and dazed, they all lay tangled in each other, the scent of sex thick in the air.
No words were spoken.
But as Tsunade lay between Daiki and Shizune, her fingers brushing Kaito's thigh, she knew one thing:
She had power. Not just as Hokage—but over their hearts, their bodies, and their loyalty.
And she wasn't done using it.