Disclaimer: Read with caution. Contains a disturbing scene.
To Bend and Break
Both Jiraiya and Orochimaru were sat on the lattice mat in the living room, looking in a daze at the beaming blonde who was happily munching on a chocolate bar. They grimaced at each other as they quietly sipped on their soda. Tsunade was too vibrant for their liking. They have seen her in relationships before, but it was never serious and it didn't exactly make her swoon like an idiot.
"Okay, seriously, are you high?" Jiraiya tried with genuine concern.
Orochimaru began to casually chew on the straw, bored. "High on love."
"Ew," the gallant cringed. "Make sure you don't infect me with that. I don't want none of that. The gallant is a lone ranger - I ride alone, if you catch my drift."
Tsunade leaned back and eased herself into a more comfortable sitting position, crossing her legs over each other. "Why are you guys looking at me like that? I've been in relationships before!"
"Not like this," the serpent curtly added for her. "You're not acting skittish, you're not freaking out when your hands touch. You have had sex with this man already!" His eyes narrowed slightly and an ounce of protectiveness seeped into the colour of his golden eyes but it dissipated as quickly as it appeared. Finally, he shrugged and continued to chew on the straw. "I don't like him, that's all."
"Me neither." Jiraiya agreed, nodding. "He's..."
"Fake." Orochimaru coldly finished.
Tsunade's bubble burst and she cried out defensively: "Kenji isn't like that. You just don't know him."
"And you know him?" They both raised a brow, asking the same question at the same time.
"Of course! I know nearly everything about him."
"When's his birthday?" Orochimaru challenged.
"March 3rd." She responded with a smile.
"Someone's getting laid soon," Jiraiya chuckled to himself, knowing that their raven-haired friend wasn't finding the topic to be amusing. When they found out about them and that they hooked up just in the next room Jiraiya could have sworn that he saw Hell in the man's eyes. Orochimaru was deadly man who was often protective of Tsunade; to hear that she allowed Kenji to take her in the other room repulsed him greatly. It was still evident that that night still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Tsunade's eyes were wide open, blushing heavily.
"I'm going to my room." Orochimaru rose from the ground and shuffled out of the living room.
"W-Why are you leaving so soon?" She asked, turning slightly to look at the slope of his back.
"Because talking about your boyfriend makes me sick," He reasoned truthfully, proceeding to his room.
Jiraiya folded his arms and tutted. "Forgive him, he's been stressed."
"Why does he oppose the idea of Kenji so much?"
"I do, too," Jiraiya whispered under his breath, hoping it would reach her ears. It never did.
Tsunade hugged her legs closed to her chest and she huffed out. "I really thought you guys would like him."
"If you're happy, then you have my support." He said gently, flashing his signature smile.
"Thank you, Jira..."
Anko, after she finished her last outstanding essay, made herself a cup of tea to relax herself. As she made herself a warm brew she saw Kenji come out from the toilet she shared with Tsunade. They made eye contact and she gave him a simple wave to be polite. Unfortunately, he took it as an invitation and joined her in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water while he was at it.
"Hey," he started casually.
"Are you spending the night?" She asked, putting in one tea bag into the mug.
He smirked. "Maybe. It's all down on Tsunade. We're brainstorming for the upcoming thesis we have to write. You know, early planning; that's how you keep afloat in this sea of coursework hell." The glass was placed down and it was filled up to the top again with water. "What about you? How are you doing with your coursework that was supposed to be submitted an eternity ago?"
"You're an ass," she joked. "And it's all finished, I've emailed it to our lecturer."
"Good. That means you'll still have a chance to pass the first year."
Anko rolled her eyes and walked back to her own room, biting her tongue from making as witty remark. Just as she was about to enter her room, she heard Tsunade's voice in the kitchen. She looked back and saw her heating water for the cup noodles she intended to eat as dinner. She giggled when Kenji hugged her from behind, kissing her on the neck and shoulder. She was turned around and lifted up on the kitchen counter before he pressed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. They both playfully grinned at each other upon parting.
"Stay for the night..." She heard Tsunade say.
"How can I refuse that offer?" He chuckled.
"But we're sleeping, got it?"
"Of course." He kissed her lightly on the cheek. "We'll still have plenty of time to sleep afterwards."
"Kenji,"
"Yes?" He teased.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and smiled. "I really like you."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I do, but I don't want to have sex with you this casually." She ran her fingers through his hair, entranced by the colour of his eyes. "I want it to be special."
He ran the back of his hand against her cheek, eyeing her with pleasure. "Alright, I'll wait, but that's only because you're worth it."
Anko continued to watch as the new couple exchanged several minutes of kissing passionately, hands moving around each other's body sensually. Tsunade flipped her hair to the side and proceeded to pull Kenji into an intense session of locking lips over and over again until they were out of breath.
"I love you." She licked her wet lips and looked at him meaningfully, pressing her forehead lightly against his. "Please tell me you feel the same way, and that I didn't imagine it."
Kenji wrapped his arms around her waist, reeling her in further. "I love you," he said whilst looking deep into her eyes. "I am crazily in love with you."
Anko finally retreated back into her own room, shutting the door behind her.
"I can't wait until this week is over," Jiraiya yawned, walking into the main campus with Tsunade, Kenji and Anko, "It's finally summer break!"
Kenji wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's waist and snuggled up next to her. "What do you have in mind, Tsunade?"
"I'm going back home to my family." She tried her hardest to smile, to feign happiness, but her expression failed her. "I'm thinking of staying there for a couple of weeks before I come back here."
"I'll be waiting for you." He whispered, kissing the crown of her head. "I have tickets for the live theatre play of The Mirror of Matsuyama. I was thinking that we could travel together and see this play."
Tsunade blushed, "I would love that."
Jiraiya folded his arms behind his head and refrained himself from snorting at the couple's oozing romantic aura. He looked away and trudged along behind them. He'd never imagine that Tsunade would be so head-over-heels over one guy, but here she was - melting in his arms. Has she even remembered that the three of them were meant to go to the exact same theatre play? Stupid puppy love, she has been consumed by his suave personality and perfect smile that she has forgotten about him and Orochimaru.
All because she has Knight and Shining next to her.
Honestly, Orochimaru was more right than he'd thought. This guy was too artificial for his liking. No one was this perfect in real life, unless they have a hidden agenda or if they were a sociopath.
"I'm going ahead," he announced suddenly, taking big strides ahead of them.
"Jiraiya!" Tsunade tried to rush after him, but he unexpectedly shot her a cold look that frozen her in her place.
"Walk with your boyfriend, I'm off to find us some seats in the lecture room."
Present day...
"Looking back now, that was a jerk move." Jiraiya tried to laugh about it, but it came out as pathetic and weak. He clenched his hands together, looking down at his parted feet with an agonizing look. "We didn't see Tsunade at all during that summer break. In truth, we avoided her, because she would always have divided attention. If her boyfriend wasn't with her, they were texting each other. It was just an endless topic of Kenji - and it got pretty fucking annoying."
"What happened during the summer break?" Kakashi plainly asked through fatigued eyes.
"Orochimaru and I decided to travel to the Land of Wind over the summer, whilst Tsunade stayed with her boyfriend. I'm not really sure about the details, but I'm sure Tsunade and Kenji travelled together. There was one night when Tsunade called me, but it wasn't on purpose. Long story short: we heard her and Kenji over the phone, doing it. Oro was so pissed that he threw my phone out and ran over it with the motorcycle we rented." His mischievous smile materialised into nothingness the next minute.
"Tsunade blindly loved him." He spoke sullenly. "It was like a puppy love kind of love. She was too infatuated with him to tell him 'no', that she wanted to remain celibate until marriage. She did everything to keep themselves together, to be happy, because she honestly thought that she was going to spend her life with him."
Kakashi's lips twisted into a scowl. "What did that bastard do?"
Jiraiya looked at him plainly, crestfallen.
Tsunade escaped from the lecture of her class which informed them of their coursework for the final year of college. She straightened her blouse and hurried out to the picnic grounds, trying to find a spot to get some fresh air without any disturbance. As she sauntered through the outside campus, she heard a group of chants and woos ahead of her. So she leaned against the wall and decided to eavesdrop when she heard her name being mentioned. The man with the phone was laughing and looking smug among the crowd, whilst the rest were drooling at the screen he was showing them.
"Holy shit!"
"I told you, didn't I?" He grinned boyishly.
"And he did this in the summer holidays?"
"That's what he said."
"I never thought he would actually do it." Another person in the crowd gaped.
"A bet is a bet." He pressed on the replay button and allowed for it to loop back to the beginning again. "I guess we will have to pay him again."
"I never thought she would actually put out." They laughed. "Five times over the period of two weeks. He's bagged himself a closet slut."
"Play the first video, the night he took her virginity!"
Tsunade peeked silently and her heart dropped.
"Kenji, don't stop... ahh!"
What she saw set off a murderous rage inside her, and she dropped the contents of her hands. The pit of grass absorbed the impact of her books, yet nothing came out the 'O' of her mouth. She thought of the raging towards them to take and break the phone, but sanity quickly returned. Her hand that was holding the strap of her bag fell to her side and she stood on her spot, completely rigid and shocked beyond belief. They were watching her sleeping with Kenji - all six times of it. She held her mouth and closed her eyes to try to stop the tears from coming out.
"Oh man, look at that. What a gorgeous body, it's making me envious of him now. He's getting to sleep with her! Goddamnit."
"It's not like he loves her." They snorted, as they continued to watch the explicit video.
"I love you, Kenji..."
"I love you too,"
They jeered with disgust. "I love you too, my ass! He just loves being inside her."
"Women are so easy to fool, ha! Just say those three words and they'll be ready to get on their hands and knees."
Tsunade pressed her back against the wall even more, wishing that she could find the courage to run away, to drown out what she was hearing. Kenji wouldn't do this, surely. This had to be their doing. Kenji was the most gentle man she had ever met, he would never do this to her. He would never humiliate her and sell her dignity. They loved each other.
"To think that helping her with her boxes on the first day of move-in day was enough for her to slip her panties off for him." They laughed, enjoying the clear action being projected on the screen. "Maybe I can do that to her, too. Hah, that would be so easy!"
"Loosen her, right?"
"You bet, ahaha!"
"And since I'm in the medical ward, I could ask her to help me with the oral examinations."
The boomed with laughter and chuckles of amusement.
Feeling repulsed, Tsunade bolted back and retraced her steps, heading straight to the parking lot so she could get into her car. As she ran helplessly down the stairs to the lobby of the main campus, she passed Anko and Orochimaru walking together. She shook her head and tried to free her eyes from the sting of the tears. As she fumbled with her keys, the man she didn't want to see appeared beside her car with a boyish smile.
"Hey!" He greeted, kissing her fully on the lips. "Mmm... those chapsticks you put on are really delicious. Makes me want to kiss them again." But he didn't, instead, he pulled out two sets of hard-back books from his bag. "These are-"
"Kenji..." she weakly whispered, wiping the tears off her eyes. "I trusted you."
He stood, stunned. "Wha-?"
"I gave everything to you," she cried. "And this is what I get?"
"I'm not quite understanding you."
"You never loved me..." Her voice came out broken with sniffles. "You just wanted to win that bet with your friends."
"Tsuna-" he tried to reach out to her, but she slapped his hands away immediately without batting an eye. "Let me explain. Please!"
"No..."
"Tsunade-!" He tried to embrace her again.
"NO!" She roared violently, pushing him away from her. "Don't you fucking touch me!"
"I love you."
She glared at him with killing intent, eyes brimmed with redness and tears. "You even filmed the most intimate session I've ever had with anybody." Her lips trembled at the recollection of the men who watched their private love making, jeering and ridiculing her for wanting to sleep with him, branding her as a slut and degrading her status. "You betrayed my trust - and what's worst - you actually made me divide away from the people who truly care for me."
"I care for you..." He gently spoke. "I do, really. I want you in my future - to do what we had dreamed off."
"You're delusional..." she bitterly replied through her teeth. "You used me as the source of your sick entertainment! I gave up my body for you. I let you into my life, because I trusted you. But you just wanted me to become vulnerable... to fall hopelessly into your arms because of your charms..."
"Please-"
"Get out of the way." She pushed past him and unlocked the door of her car, throwing her bag into the other seat. She slipped into her car and locked the door, looking at him next to her car. She wished she could run over him and drive him over a cliff. Maybe then he could feel the heavy feeling she was feeling in her heart. Her car screeched and raced off out of the parking lot, leaving only the marks of her tyres next to Kenji's feet.
Tsunade screamed desperately into the white veil, thrashing at the blank landscape with the least convincing punches she'd thrown in her life. The cold numbed and bit into her skin, forbidding her from forming feasible fists while her stiff, unwilling arms couldn't wait to hug her once more. She fought against the harsh weather and hurried up to her dorm, climbing up the stairs as fast as she could, simultaneously declining the calls from Kenji. When she reached her floor, she hurried through the corridor and saw Jiraiya leaning against her dorm door with nonchalance.
"You forgot to take our new schedule," he raised the brown envelope. "I thought to bring it to you."
In that very moment, Tsunade's breathing became hyperventilated and the tears she caged within began to pour out. Immediately, she ran into his arms and clutched around him desperately, crying on his chest. The pain of betrayal, of forged love, made her bleed inside. She was hurting all over, it was almost unbearable. "Jira..." she helplessly weeped, refusing to let go of his shirt. "He never loved me! H-He... never..." her sentences became incoherent and became drowned in tears and cries. "I'm so stupid!"
"What did he do, Tsunade?" He asked, wrapping his muscular arms around her. "Did he cheat on you?"
"He video-taped us sleeping together and distributed it to his friends." She cried harder against his chest, knees feeling weak. "I loved him, Jiraiya. I thought... I thought he was the one."
"Oh, Tsunade," he whispered with pity. "...It's going to be okay. Just hush. I'm here for you..." His hands curled and grabbed a handful of her locks and his expression darkened ominously, but his voice retained its softness for the sake of his friend. He could feel her breaking as she shook in his arms, crying hysterically, shedding every single pain she could shed.
"Please, Jira, don't do anything." She finally pleaded. "Don't hurt him."
"What?" He sharply sneered. "He humiliated you. The least he deserves is my fist to his face!"
"Don't!" She screeched. "I don't want anyone to hurt him."
"You're an idiot.." he said in a hushed voice, running his hands through the strands of her hair. "You're still in love with the man, aren't you?"
Tsunade resorted to biting her bottom lip, letting the void in their conversation answer his question. They both knew...
She was still hopelessly in love with the man who betrayed her.
Kenji knocked on Tsunade's dorm later that afternoon, hoping to patch up the deed he had done. When the door was swung open, he was greeted by Anko instead of his girlfriend - or ex-girlfriend. She folded her arms and leaned on the door frame, raising a brow that silently inquired his presence where he knew he wasn't wanted. "Fuck off." she sharply said as a warning. "She is crying in her room right now like a broken recorder."
"I want to talk to her." He said coolly. "Please, Anko, let me have five minutes."
"You have ruined her enough, you selfish prick. And I swear, if you don't leave in two minutes time, Kenji, I will break every single bone in your body and kick you down the fucking stairs." Her eyes were laced with animosity and raging flames. "I've worked in a strip club, I know how to deal with forceful men."
"I'm not going to hurt her, I swear!" Finally, he raised his voice. "I love her, Anko. Let me fix things with her."
"Fix?!" She snapped, landing a deep punch into his abdomen, making him retreat back. "You cannot fix what you have taken away from her! You used her, Kenji. There's no way you can rectify that mistake."
"It was a stupid bet, I know, but I fell in love with her during it. I want to take it all back, I do. Listen, you wouldn't understand-"
"I wouldn't understand?" She snorted. "Of course, I wouldn't. I gave my virginity without an ounce of care. I did it, because everybody else were doing it. But Tsunade is different, she thought you were special. She thought you were the one; she thought you loved her! There is a reason why she chose you above the rest of the men she could have been with. Giving away your virginity may not matter much to you - or to some other people - but it did to her. And you abused that moment, fucking filmed it and distributed it to your sick friends."
"That night meant a lot to me too, Anko. It's everything to me..."
"Shut up. You used for her money and her body. Must have been good, right? You're getting paid filming your sex exploit with a woman who thought that you actually cared for her." Her eyes narrowed further. "Don't you get it by now? She won't forgive you, Kenji. Not after what you've done, leaking your intimate moments together like it was some sort of cheap porn."
"Listen, my patience is running low, so please... get out of the way! Don't pretend like you know exactly how Tsunade is feeling. If you gave your virginity up like some kind of penny, then how would you know?"
"Who said giving up your virginity and being exploited for it, is the only degrading experience you could have?" She shot back. "You want to know why I know what Tsunade is going though? Because I've been there. Yup, slept with the wrong guy - or guys, four." She gave a smile that was devoid of happiness. "Gang-rape. Tell me that that experience is not degrading. I was used by four men at the same time. So yeah, I do know what Tsunade is going through."
Kenji stood on his spot, awfully silent.
"I remember just trying to fight, trying to keep my dignity, but it was all futile." She wiped the incoming tear and steeled herself. "I just focused on the clock that ticked away, counting the seconds and predicting when it will all be over. That night changed my life. It took me six years to get over it. I work as a stripper, because it gives me back the power I lost that night. I dictate whether you can touch me or not. And you know what? - It feels fucking good to be in charge!"
"Just-"
"Being exploited is the worse feeling, Kenji. But, in a sense, Tsunade has it worse than me. She was used by the man she loves, whilst I was used by strangers. I didn't have any emotional connections with them, but she has with you. You may not have raped her, Kenji, but you might as well have. All those memories where she thought you were expressing each other's love and affection is now a nightmare. She will remember you on top of her, whispering those bullshit things into her ear, and cry. She'll cry, because of how much it hurt to love you, how much your betrayal killed her inside."
"That's why I want to make it right!"
"You can't," Anko spoke with a little bit of sympathy. "It's already too late. Now go, before she sees you. If you want to ease her pain, just go and give her some space."
Kenji reluctantly went down her block and walked home. As he walked home, he took the shortcut through the park to his apartment. He walked cautiously, knowing that a shadow loomed behind him, stalking him with precision. When he turned on his heels, his face eased into a smile, "Oh, it's just you."
However, his eyes widened in terror when the figure dashed up close and crashed his knuckles into his cheek, breaking bones in the process. He groaned and shifted on the ground, caressing the side of his face in pain. "W-W-Wait... ple-please!"
Twin eyes flashed dangerously before his foot stomped down into his stomach.
"This is for Tsunade, you ungrateful bastard."
The following day, pandemonium echoed through the campus of English Literature. Kenji walked in the halls with a busted lip, broken nose, fracture arm and a black eye. He limped towards his lecture class, adamant to still see Tsunade. Many people crowded him and examined his dishevelled and disfigured face. The girls who used to fawn over him now looked at him with disgust and pity. He blinked and continued to trudge on, stopping when he saw Jiraiya at the end of the hall approaching him.
Quickly, he rushed to the toilets and hid there, locking the cubicle to isolate himself.
Jiraiya rushed out of the campus and raced to his apartment complex, eager to share the news with Orochimaru. He pushed the door open and rushed into his friend's bedroom. "Hey, did you hear about what happened to Kenji?!" He blasted with happiness.
"Yes," he plainly spoke, pushing in his belongings into a brown box.
The other man frowned, "What are you doing?"
"I've been kicked out of college." He feigned a smile, taking the box into his arms. It was then that Jiraiya's eyes widened in disbelief. His pale knuckles were bruised and its skin was shed, showing dried up blood. His bottom lip was slightly cut and there was a prominent bruise on his cheek. His eyes were still wild from the other night, raging and burning with unfathomable fuel.
Jiraiya took two steps back, "You were the one who...!"
"I overheard you and Tsunade." He stated as plain as ever. "I couldn't let him get away with it."
"But look where this has gotten you! This is why Tsunade-"
"He deserved every single punch I gave him." His voice was coiled with bitterness, potent with darkness. "He was lucky I didn't beat him to death. I would do this again if I was given the same choice. I don't regret any of this, Jiraiya, so don't look at me like that."
The taller man's hands became limp at his sides, "You truly love her, don't you?"
"I love her as much as I love you." Orochimaru looked over his shoulder, "You're family to me. And I will do anything to protect those who are dear to me."
"...You're losing your chance to become a surgeon,"
"I would do it again," he reiterated. "There's always another opportunity. A year set back isn't much, Jiraiya."
"Maybe if we explain it to-"
"It's already been decided. Kenji's brother filed my termination in this college. It's not a surprise that it was a biased meeting, they always favour the man who has generated the most funds for the college."
"Tsunade won't be happy about this."
"She'll get over it." He clutched his shoulder, lips curling upwards faintly. "Take care of her, okay?"
"She might do something reckless, Oro.."
"Then stop her, for me."
Misaki was left startled when the petite blonde burst into lecture room with such audacity. He remained sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, features knitted together with intrigue. "Tsunade-san, you seem to be in the wrong department."
"I need to speak to you about Orochimaru. Don't kick him out!" She huffed, shutting the door behind her. "It's his final year, you can't just-"
"I can and I just did." He placed the chalk down and stood up from the desk, removing his glasses and running his hand over his hair. "Since when did you pack this kind of backbone, huh? You used to be so timid. Yet, here, when your friend is in trouble, you come in like a thousand soldiers, causing trouble and disturbance in my workplace."
"Please, don't do this to him. He was just trying to protect me."
"And I'm just protecting my brother." He reasoned back languidly. "What's your point, Tsunade-san?"
"Please help him. I know you can admit his entry again, let him finish his final year to become a surgeon."
"I can, yes. You've been informed correctly." He reached out for Orochimaru's file, "He's not expelled yet, I haven't passed it through. He's receiving temporary suspension until further notice."
"But that would mean that he would miss his final exam taking place this semester." She fought back, "That exam is seventy percent. If he fails this, he fails the entire year!"
"Exactly." He said with poise, not even batting much of an eyelash. "He assaulted a student in this college, that's barbaric."
"What's barbaric is what your brother did to me!"
"And what did he do to you?" He asked curiously, taking one step further. "Dump you?"
"He..."
"What?"
"I'm not here to discuss that matter, but Orochimaru!" She took several strides towards him. "Please, just this once, help him out."
Misaki eyed the desperate student who was only a foot away from him. His hand glided over his desk and sensually touched her fingers whilst his other hand held her by her waist. He drew himself closer and looked down at her, smirking seductively. "My, my, where is all this power coming from?" He leaned in and brushed his nose against hers before he leaned his lips against her ear. "You want me to help you out?"
"...Yes,"
His grey eyes flickered with animalistic desire. "Then lock the door, Tsunade-san."
"What?"
"Did you think that I would help you out without getting anything in return?"
When she didn't budge from her spot, he brushed past her and locked the door himself. Then, from behind, he ran his hand on the expanse of her back before he brushed her hair away, giving access to her neck. Immediately, he ravished her neck with licks and kisses, sucking on her skin to make it bruise, running his hands over her shirt, squeezing what she had to offer.
"Now, tell me that you want this." He huskily commanded, popping the buttons of her shirt off.
Tsunade closed her eyes and whimpered out: "I want this." All she had to think about was how she would be able to help Orochimaru out. He has done so much for her in the past, it was her turn to sacrifice herself for his sake. She loved him like family; he shouldn't go down for her mistakes and naivete.
"Louder!" He had already opened her shirt open, exposing her lace-clad chest. "Tell me you want me, Tsunade-san."
She trembled against him, knowing well where this was headed. After taking a deep breath, she gathered all the strength she could muster, "I want you, Mi-Misaki-sama!"
"Good girl." He breathed in her fresh scent, cherishing much of it as he could. With a little bit of a nudge he led her to his desk, bending her over abruptly. He pulled her shirt off of her and discarded it aimlessly in the classroom. He massaged her naked back and undid her bra, dipping down to place sultry kisses on her skin, admiring its pristine state. "Did Kenji kiss you like this?" She only whimpered out. "I guess not," he chuckled to himself.
He turned her around, revealing her bare chest, and unzipped her trousers. Before he yanked it off completely, he roughly pulled her close and pressured his lips against hers, leaving her swollen and gasping for air. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, earning a moan that sent tingles down his pants, as he watched through half-closed eyes. His hand coiled around her throat, keeping her in place as he ravished her mouth, savouring its warmth against his own.
They made brief eye contact before Misaki dove down to capture her nub into his mouth, sucking on it with intense fervour whilst simultaneously slipping his hand into her pants and panties. He grinned when Tsunade threw her head back as her legs involuntarily clamped around his body.
"You're so wet." He whispered, "I don't think I need lube to slip into you."
Tsunade buried her face into the crook of his neck, praying in her head and hoping that it would already end. "Orochimaru..." she said in her mind, feeling her pants being tugged. Her back was laid down and her legs were parted, showing her most intimate part - moist and aroused, against her will.
Misaki buried his face in the middle of her legs and licked her essence with eagerness, clutching around her breasts, twisting her taut nipples. Tsunade's legs trembled at the new sensation of his tongue intruding into her womanhood. She gasped and cried, hiding her face from his view, refusing to give him the satisfaction to see her come undone.
He leaned over to her ear saying, "I'm going to make sure you're going to feel new sensations, Tsunade."
Gazing into her eyes, he braced myself for a long moment, and then, with a single, hard thrust, he drove himself deeply into her wet and hungry channel. Tsunade's eyes grew wide and her mouth formed an erotic 'O' of pleasure as he forced her passage open. Their connection was deep, and their bodies heaved as we became one. He steadied himself on her shoulder and smirked, adjusting to her tightness before proceeding to saw in and out of her rhythmically.
"Yes, yes, yes." He breathed onto her neck. "Yes...!"
Tsunade's eyes dimmed and everything else became lulled and blurry. Her focus was on his clean writing on the blackboard, noticing that he had a feminine touch in his writing. Her body writhed, but she felt numbed from anything.
She focused on the faded white chalk letters.
Her eyes brimmed.
Her body ached.
But she focused on the letters.
The letters.
The letter.
Letter.
She counted the syllables in her head and bit her lower lip when she felt a new kind of penetration. "Ahh...!" Her toes curled inwardly and her body rose up, chest heaving, pupils shaking with overwhelming pleasure of an unexpected orgasm.
But he wasn't done. He repositioned her, angled himself and discarded his pants completely with excitement. "Sweet young things are always the best." He stroked her back and entered into her again, thrusting in motion, biting into her skin to claim her his.
Sweet young things.
Things.
Has he done this before?
To who?
Tsunade's eyes grew lifeless like a fish as she tried to disconnect herself from the world she lived in.
She counted in her head and closed her eyes.
One...
Two...
Three...
Thrust.
Four...
Thrust.
Five...
Thrust, thrust, thrust...
Six...
"Mi-Misaki-sama...!"
"I'm coming, Tsunade. I'm coming, baby."
Seven...
Thrust.
Eight...
Nine...
For Orochimaru, she told herself.
It doesn't matter what this man did to her body. As long as Orochimaru will be able to finish his degree, this doesn't matter. Only Orochimaru's future mattered. He protected her so many times. He loved her so much. This was the only way she could repay his kindness, by shouldering this pain for him, to push him to a better future, to heal all of his wounds, and to open new ones on herself.
"Bend over. Yes, look at this glorious ass."
Thrust.
"O-Orochimaru..." she gritted her teeth and fought against the tears that smudged her makeup.
The clocked ticked and ticked and ticked.
Several minutes tumbled by.
But the torture ensued.
I'm so sorry...
Ten...
