Jiraiya, age 17
Don't even breathe, Jiraiya. Keep it pushing.
I'm feather-light on my feet as I carry my comrade upstairs, taking extra caution to be quiet while passing my parents' bedroom. Being a teenager in a ninja family can suck major balls. Shinobi households aren't exactly big on privacy, so you can never truly get away with anything. I mean, just imagine trying to sneak out at night, but your mother is a goddamn sensory ninja who catches you every time you want to be slick.
But I suppose it can go both ways. I'll always be able to hear when my parents are having sex—unfortunately, for literally everyone involved—and there's nothing any of us can really do about it.
So, yeah. In a house like mine, you usually have to do what you can and just hope for the best.
"Raiya-kun?" Tsunade whispered gingerly, looking up at me while I set her down gently.
"Hmm?"
"Ehh, nevermind... I forgot." She stretched her limbs sluggishly, her arms inching to reach the top of the door frame. "I'm gonna light some candles," Tsunade quietly announces as I close the door behind us.
Candlelight comes, bringing with it a divine aroma, like a fluffy airborne duvet for the senses. Seeing my personal space illuminated for the first time in years was very strange for me. My bedroom is large and spacious, tucked away towards the back of the house. When I think about it, I'm strangely fortunate, having my own bathroom, balcony, and view all to myself. Lord Third must've felt regretful about the fire that burned down my childhood home when he put us here. My family's out of the way from most things in the village, which I hate, and it is a shabby part of town. But eight years ago, this area was newly-built and modernized, so he set my family up at the new complex by the graveyard. Losing the farm was a huge blow for my parents, especially Mom, who can't stand to live so close to the Leaf Village Cemetary. She can hardly stand living in the Hidden Leaf altogether, but I guess I don't blame her for that, aside from her not telling me exactly why that is. I miss our old place dearly, but I've long since learned how to adjust.
For the most part, it still looked as I remembered it, but Hime added some of her own personal touches to make it her room as well. By the bathroom door were two large bookcases, full of my extensive manga collection. In front of my most treasured series was a pair of intricately detailed wooden figurines. They were Lady Mito and Lord Hashirama's summons; one a snickering fox with nine unruly tails, and the other a wooden golem. No doubt a gift to Tsunade from her grandparents. Across from the bed was my clunky, outdated TV, the katana that once rested on top missing. In its place was a tall pile of anatomy books.
"Uh, Hime?" I ask, running a finger along the dust where the sleek katana used to be, chuckling to myself nervously.
"Yes?" She didn't look up as she finished lighting the rest of her handmade candles. Red-orange flames flicker in that vulnerable way fire does, its incipient glow being pushed by a breeze from the balcony's partially open sliding door. The tranquil aromas of sage, rosemary, and oranges blossom in the air as the candles give off their warm golden light.
"What happened to my sword?"
Let's hope she didn't lose her temper and bury it in someone's belly.
Her eyes squinted like she didn't know what I was talking about before recognition crossed her face. "Oh, my bad! I needed a place to put my books because they're too heavy for this thing." She nudged the small tea table in the center of the room with her shin, the surface covered with sketches and homemade jewelry. I watched her suddenly climb my bed, crawling to the headboard to launch a fat pillow in my direction. It hit me square in the nose before I could even think to dodge it.
Good thing we're not on a mission, holy shit. Drugs sure can mess with your reaction time.
"See?"
Tsunade was holding up my katana in the air, sitting with her legs crossed. Glare from the light made the slick, royal blue sheath gleam in her grasp, looking almost black. I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed my bag of weed and rolling papers from one of my bags before joining Hime on the bed. I bought a long-handled glass pipe from Takumi Village, but I figured it should be a gift to Sarutobi-sensei.
"You sleep with the sword?"
"Yeah. I gave the stand for it to your dad."
On the wall behind Hime was all the art I've done with my father over the years. I noticed some new additions, and I can just see my dad begging and pleading with Tsunade to paint with him. The unfamiliar painting portrayed a cluster of lily pads resting upon still water. Its composition is curious, as if you're seeing it from the perspective of a tiny frog surrounded by calm water and lush green vegetation. There are several large clumps of colorful water lilies on the surface of the pond. Vibrant arrays of lily pads floated along the water; some were a bright lime, some a soft coral. A purple dragonfly hovered over a halfway wilted pale yellow one. The clear blue sky can be partially seen through the sakura trees and reflected in the water. When I recognized the orange koi fish swimming beneath the surface, I realized Tsunade had painted the pond in my backyard.
The more I inspected her work, the more I realized how proud Dad must've been of her. I've been painting with him for years and never have done anything quite as good as this one.
"This is stunning," I tell her, in case she wasn't already aware.
"Thank you. I like how it turned out, too," Hime said with a faint smile. "Sanjiro has a way of bringing out the best in people whenever he's teaching. But he did the koi underwater and everything else in the water's reflection. I still don't understand how to paint something semi-translucent. He's skilled."
I nod silently in agreement, inspecting the rest of the wall above my bed. One thing that surprised me about Hime was that she'd been living here for almost a year, and she still had yet to take down the 24x36 inch poster of two bikini-clad women lustfully embracing underneath a small waterfall. It was super provocative, which, of course, was why I loved it so goddamn much. A sexy raven-haired vixen was busting out of her black, strapless top as she licked the throat of the other girl. The other girl was my favorite; a blushing blonde girl in a tiny green bikini with small breasts and a big round ass.
"Why is this still up?" I laugh, gesturing to the steamy lesbian display above our heads. Instead of taking it down, Tsunade added a poster of her own next to it: a long-haired hunk with silver hair posing with a sword, his kimono parted to show off a rippling chest. Next to him was a sexy, shirtless monk, posing seductively and stroking the handle of his shakujō suggestively. I recognized the manga that the characters were from, but I didn't particularly enjoy it despite owning every volume.
Tsunade blushed when she looked up at the two women. "I actually... don't... mind it..."
My laughing was cut short. "Wait, what—"
I sat up straight, regarding her with heavy scrutiny. Hime suddenly looked uncomfortable, her red cheeks darkening even more. She absentmindedly touched her index fingers together, avoiding my intense leering.
"It's kind of... nice," she finished lamely.
"Princess Tsunade... do you like women?" She hid her face with her hands and sighed deeply. "You do! Holy shit!" Against my will, my consciousness becomes swiftly bombarded with intrusive images. I pictured a blushing Hime nervously exploring the body of a brazen, inviting kunoichi. I had to bite my knuckle when a vision of Tsunade pinned against the wall—Hayami Hyuga's thigh shoved between her legs as their mouths slowly moved in tandem—was conjured up by my weak brain.
Hime is saying something, but I'm trapped. Too far gone, stuck in a place where words can no longer reach me.
Would she be the shy, bashful type? Or is Tsunade a top? Wait... what am I saying? Of course, she's a top; she's a goddamn Senju. I'm betting she inherited all that toppery from Lord Hashira—
A loud clap in my face helps me remember where I am.
"I'm trying to come out of the closet, you know! The least you could do is listen, Baka."
I knew she was right, but I made the mistake of glancing back up at the picture. Only now, I couldn't regain my bearings, knowing Tsunade would recreate the erotic scene if given a chance. Holy fuck... Would she be creeped out if I bought her a green bikini?
"Jiraiya! Would you quit looking at me like that?"
I pressed my fingers into my closed eyelids, groaning aloud as I tried to clear my head. Dots and stars bloomed behind my eyelids from the pressure of my fingers. I can't think...my thoughts... too—loud...
"Gaaaaarghhh! It's just that this is the best news anyone could've given me! Are we sure today isn't my birthday?"
She didn't answer. I opened my eyes to find her gawking at me, looking totally speechless. But I didn't miss the scathing look in those golden orbs. Tsunade reacted quickly—too quick for me when I'm in this savagely horny state of mind. Her fist cracks across my face, snapping it back with the force of her blow. Even knowing what was coming, my head still reeled sickeningly as I waited for the black dots covering my vision to subside.
"Fucking Baka! I swear with you—" She raised her hand again, and I shielded my face with my arms. My teeth clenched tightly to avoid a knockout if she decided to gift me with another hit to the jaw.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I blurt out in a rush. "I needed that, I can see that now!"
Tsunade lowered her hand, squinting at me with suspicion but ultimately relenting. My cheek stung and throbbed bitterly, but I did my best to hide that fact. Meanwhile, Tsunade, looking very satisfied with herself, grabs a bag of candy off the nightstand, unwraps its purple packaging, and pops one in her mouth as if she didn't just deck me in the face two seconds ago.
"Look, tonight has been full of shock and surprises. You kiss me, declaring that you like me, now you're telling me you like girls, too!" She evaded my eyes, directing her gaze back on the two women as she nervously fidgeted with her frayed kimono. The look of self-consciousness taking over her expression made me feel sick to my stomach. Way to go, dickweed. "Please forgive me for being so foul. I actually think it's wonderful that you know who you are. I'm honored you're willing to share it with me. Thank you, Hime."
She cracked a smile. "That means a lot, honestly." She crawled over and hugged me, sighing when I pulled her into my lap. A curtain of blonde hair felt like silk in my fingers. I gathered it all and brushed it over her shoulder so I could rub her back. Tsunade melted against me, nuzzling her face into my shoulder.
"So... how long have you known that you like women?"
"Uh, since birth, I think? I know that I've wanted to kiss Mizuki Uchiha since our first day at the Academy."
"Whoa." Fucking awesome.
"Yeah... please don't go telling people that I'm bisexual. I'm not sure what my family will think if they ever found out." I locked my lips and threw the invisible key across the room. "Thanks, Baka-chan." She grinned abashedly, wiggling out of my lap to sit down next to me.
In the middle of the bed was her discarded mythology book, so I took it and poured some ganja on its cover. I separated the stems from the buds, picking them apart and making a tiny little pile of marijuana over Zeus' proud face. We might as well get to rolling before we're too tired to even smoke. It's already dangerously close to 3 am. I revealed to her the intricacies of learning how to roll an enviable joint. Tsunade caught on real fast; she had two bad boys ready to go within minutes.
I lay back on one of my pillows, my hands resting on my chest as I stared up at the ceiling. There was a lone, yellow toad painted up there from when I was 10. It'd been so long since I've zoned out while studying it that I was starting to feel somewhat old. Suppressing a yawn, I turn my attention back to the gorgeous lesbians.
"You know... the whole reason I got that poster in the first place was because that blonde girl reminded me of you." So many nights I spent beating my meat—nay, not beating, absolutely pulverizing my meat—while pretending it was really Tsunade.
For the love of all that's holy, do not tell her that part!
Tsunade started shaking with laughter, hurling a life-size slug plushie at my head. I hugged it and brought it to my chest, wrapping my arms and legs around its fluffy body. The giant, stuffed Lady Katsuyu tipped over and me with it.
"Bet you didn't think I'd grow such huge jugs," she jeered, flipping me off with a little huff.
"Hey, before those things came into the picture, I was an ass man. And I'll have you know I was head over heels for those bee stings you once called breasts."
I winced involuntarily after teasing her, awaiting another punch to the face. Thankfully, she just smirked. "I wonder..." I think out loud to myself, watching her admire her handiwork as she spun an unlit joint between her fingers.
"Wonder what?"
"Are you an ass man... or a breast man?"
Tsunade didn't have to think for long. "Breast man. Both are great, but I've wanted boobs of my own for so long I think I kinda developed a fixation about it."
All the air left my lungs so fast I had to catch my breath before words were possible. "This is by far the best conversation we've ever had."
"Oh my god, shut up."
I buried my face into Katsuyu-sama, cackling with unhinged glee as I snuggled her toy while in the fetal position. The mattress jostled me a little as Hime inched herself off the bed.
"You ready to go outside?" Hime asks as she gathers her hair in her hands and ties it up in her usual ponytail. Something told me I should grab an old tattered blanket from the closet for us to lay on.
"I'll meet you out there."
The cool breeze swung her hair around as she leaned against the stone guardrail, gleaming eyes focused on the distant stars. Gratitude flowed through me for being able to appreciate such a lovely night with the woman of my dreams. Her expression of pure serenity as she admired the night sky made my chest tighten, but the feeling wasn't exactly unpleasant.
I suddenly remembered a line I once heard my dad use on my mother, and I couldn't help but try it out for myself.
"You know, Hime? You and I are a lot like the stars."
She smiled to herself but didn't look away from the moon and stars. Shining pearls of nighttime lay beyond us as if cushioned upon pure black velvet. Tonight, especially, was a beautiful night to come home.
"Are we now?"
"Yeah," I breathed. "So close... and yet so far apart."
Tsunade whirled her head toward me, her hip leaning against the stone of the railing.
"Then come here," she says in a honeyed murmur.
In that split second before her touch, every nerve in my body and brain is electrically charged. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so perfectly tangible that sets my nerves aflame.
Hardly had I finished closing the distance between us before she practically glided into my arms. My heart pounded faster and faster as Hime's sweet face came up to my own. Vaguely, I wondered to myself if I would ever get used to this; get used to her closeness, her affections. The chilly, moonlit night slightly cooled my flaming cheeks, but there was nothing I could do for my troublesome heart. I suppose Hime will have to start getting used to its constant, rowdy thumping.
Tsunade's arms encircle my waist, her hands flat against the small of my back; fleeting warmth from my skin radiates through the cotton of my thin T-shirt as she fondles me with freezing hands. Mine entangled themselves in her hair that's pulled back at the nape of her neck. There is an entire foot difference in height between the two of us, so her neck might start to ache if I don't help support the back of her head. I barely have any experience with kissing outside of tonight, but I'm at least aware of that much.
Cold, chakra-burnt hands are working their way under my shirt, resting lazily against searing skin. I look down at her dreamily, my heart fluttering again when I earned that toothy grin of hers. She touches my spine with hesitant feather-light caresses, and I sigh fervently at the sensation. Suddenly, as if realizing that this wasn't a dream, I tilted my head down slowly, leaning in to meet her lips with a tender kiss.
Coming home to Princess Tsunade, with her like this... my life had suddenly gone in an enchanting but unexpected direction. It's still a path I would readily lose myself on. Who would've ever guessed I'd come back and be showered with love and affection by the absolute love of my fucking life? I could sense the hesitancy leaving her touch as Hime glides her hands from my back to my chest, sweeping her palms up my abdomen and resting beneath my pectorals. Fingertips trace a thick scar below it, giving her pause as she leans away from my mouth.
"Jiraiya, who did this to you?"
I chuckle, but it's cut off with a trembling groan as her nails deftly graze my nipple from under my shirt. The small bud hardens instantly, shocking even me with how sensitive it is—blood pools in my cheeks as I try to hide my reaction to her teasing. How humiliating. Stop liking that!
"Someone... dead," I answer, my voice annoyingly breathless. My lungs feel as elastic as old underpants, just sagging pitifully instead of contracting for the next breath.
With an eager wriggle, Tsunade thrust her chest to mine so hard her breath rushes out in a sharp gasp. My mouth swallowed that sound in an instant, my tongue leaving my lips to coax hers out of hiding. Her mouth tasted so good, too fucking good; I grunted and suppressed a sob when she shared the candy taste of her saliva. Hime hugged herself even tighter to me, breaking away from my kiss to coyly palm my erection through the front of my basketball shorts. Hold on—
"You're so hard, Raiya-kun," she whispered with fascination, taunting me with the sound of wonder in her voice. Her attentive yet unpracticed touch was setting off fireworks behind my eyeballs. Tsunade's hand didn't cease its rubbing and squeezing, only making me pulse vigorously against her hand.
"Ahhhh," I groaned, throwing my head back. "I'm so sorry," I panted, my voice embarrassingly ragged. Tsunade giggled and bit her lip, giving me a look that said my apology wasn't necessary.
"You know, I didn't say anything earlier... but you're really big, Jiraiya."
If I thought I was out of breath earlier, I'm practically on the verge of death by now. I'm breathing, but the air just won't go in, like steel rings encase my lungs. Despite that, pleasure blooms and explodes deep within my belly, expanding throughout the rest of my body.
"Huge, actually..." Hime continues as if she isn't actively killing me as we speak. Her grip on my arousal tightened, and I see sparks once again. Tsunade's other hand reached up with lightning quickness to grab me by the chin, wrenching my head down to meet her eyes. Nothing but pure lust was in her stare, no doubt a reflection of my own state. I helplessly watch her face as she slips her hand past the waistband of my shorts and wraps her fingers around my dick.
"Tsunade," I whine brokenly, my voice a sudden wreck. She seems to revel in our newfound power imbalance. In an instant, her thumb slips, gliding up my shaft with little friction thanks to an embarrassing amount of precum freely dripping from me at her every move.
I moaned loudly, sounding just like a wanton girl.
Tsunade hummed in appreciation. "You're so cute like this, Raiya-kun," she murmurs against my mouth, light and teasing.
"Please," I whimper desperately, bucking hard against her hand. Tsunade snickered and bit her lip. Way to sound like such a fucking bottom, Jiraiya.
"So thick and long," Tsunade muttered to herself, that low melodic voice sweet on my ears. Her eyes snapped back up to mine, still holding my jaw in place as she worked me over with her other hand. "But I am not so fragile, remember?" She pinched the tip abruptly, and I nearly blacked out right there. "I don't care how big you are, Jiraiya. I know that I can take it."
At her words, I could feel myself utterly gushing, on the very edge of unraveling with each one of her strokes. Tsunade's hand wasn't gripping me as tightly as I would've liked, but she still used just enough pressure to drive me utterly mad. It was apparent she's never actually given someone a handjob before. Her inexperience was reassuring for me, though. Otherwise, I'd probably cry my eyes out if someone else had been the one to teach her how to do it. Her thumb dragged over the weeping tip once again, and I thrashed my head and wailed. If I had any shame left, I'd probably tell her to stop, that such a salacious act is unbecoming and beneath Princess Tsunade.
But neither of us wanted that.
Tsunade stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing my earlobe lightly as she whispered. "What do you think, Raiya-kun?"
I wheezed. "Hnnnnnggg... About what?" I bit my lip, trying to forget how pathetic my voice just sounded and how much I really, really wanted to come.
Her hand on my face gently pulls my bottom lip from under my front teeth. The pad of her thumb caressed my lip, then swiftly slipped past them to rest flat on my tongue. All I could do was wrap my lips around it and look down at her with dazed, half-lidded eyes. "Don't you think I can take it?"
I quaked, clamping my eyes shut. To be honest, I never thought a girl would ever let me suck on her fingers before. It was so erotic I thought I'd lose it right then and there. I need to turn the tables on her somehow. And quickly, before you start coming everywhere.
I growled, grabbing her busy arm by the wrist and yanking it out of my shorts. She backed away, looking hurt, and I tried to appear serious as I regained some semblance of composure. Using my speed, I lunged at her and scooped her up roughly by the hips. She squeaked shrilly and squirmed in protest, but I carried her over to the balcony. I lifted her even higher, seating her on the stone railing. She looked down at me in confusion but only shivered quietly as I started to graze her thighs measuredly with my flat palms.
I feigned cool detachment but crumbled when I touched her skin. Something not only stirred within me but ultimately took over my thinking. Nothing mattered but Tsunade Senju, the rest of the world an unimportant blur banished into the far recesses of my mind. The only thing that really mattered was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her neck, the tops of her breasts. I had to rip myself away from her; otherwise, we'd both suffocate.
"To answer your question, Hime, no. I do not think you could take it."
Her moans were desperate and feeble as she watched my hand disappear up her robe before being dragged back down to her knee. I repeated this action, watching her mouth fall open hotly. "In fact, I know you couldn't."
She pouted, instantly offended. "Why not?"
"Because I'm not giving it to you in the first place."
She swatted my hands from her thighs, just as I was about to make contact with the warm cavern in between them. Now it was my turn to pout.
"You're not going to fuck me?" I shook my head, smirking at her vulgarity. "I thought you... you wanted—"
I cut her off, shoving my thumb in her mouth like she had done to me moments earlier. "I do want to. But you're not ready."
My hand twitched as if it was anticipating her to bite me in retaliation for not giving her what she asked. But Hime did no such thing; she only began a smooth, gentle suction with her mouth. Her hands reached up to cradle my wrist as she gently bobbed her head up and down, sucking my finger prettily. When her eyes met my captivated gaze, I knew I had lost any semblance of power I thought I had over the situation. Her amber eyes were blown dark with desire, and the way they scrutinized me almost caused me to blow my load right there.
Tsunade popped her mouth off it, peppering soft little kisses along my forearm and back up to the wristbone. All the air I had left shudders out of me, leaving me gasping. Without thinking, I shoved my index and middle fingers into Hime's mouth. She takes them willingly, looking so pleased and happy with herself and also with me. Her long tongue wraps around my digits, pulling them in deeper to lave and suck.
"Fuuuck," I snarled lecherously, in awe at how someone can look so cute and so obscene at the same time. She withdraws them from her mouth, still holding my hand by the wrist, and I'm simultaneously disappointed and grateful. She smiles beautifully at me, and I blink at her, disoriented. Tsunade suddenly opens her thighs wider, purple panties halfway-hidden beneath mesh armor shorts catch my eye.
"Can't you see, Baka? I'm more than ready." Almost as if in slow motion, she slowly drags my hand down, the saliva coating my fingers glistening brighter than the stars above us. The moment my fingers brush up against the wire armor between her legs, I snatched my hand back so fast I almost knocked Hime off of the balcony. I silently thank the gods she is a ninja and not a civilian girl because I practically almost killed her.
"I'm sorry, Tsunade. I just—we really can't do this right now."
Her already annoyed face fell even more. "What? Why not?"
I sighed, stepping in between her legs, snaking my arm around her waist for support.
"It's me. I'm... the one who isn't ready yet."
Hime didn't push me away, but she did look crushed and dejected. My left knuckle stroked her cheekbone up to her brow, retracing the path over and over. Slender legs coiled around my waist and tugged me in closer to her body.
"You really aren't ready?"
I nodded my head and chuckled.
"I'm not ready because you have to go on a date with me first."
She blinked rapidly in disbelief. "That's it?"
"Yes, crazy girl," I laugh, hiding my face in her cleavage. She threads her fingers through my scalp and pulls by the roots, lifting my head from her chest. I still didn't stop laughing. "Besides, I can't just fuck you on my balcony! I mean, the full moon and stars are a nice touch, and I do want our first time to be outside. But not on my parent's roof! C'mon, Hime, work with me a little."
She sighs, nudging me backward to hop down.
"I guess I see your point," She mutters begrudgingly. "You do realize we'd have to keep this date super low-key, though, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, your dad's a psycho, I know," I scoffed, putting some extra disrespect for Hiroki in my tone. "As if I couldn't whoop his ass."
Tsunade leaps, perching herself on the roof silently like the shinobi she is. I grabbed the discarded comforter and followed her lead.
"I'm really sorry, Jiraiya. I feel awful for pressuring you so bad. I just—"
"Don't apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry for denying a princess what she wants."
"If that's the case, what's stopping us again?"
I unfurled the blanket, narrowing my eyes at my spoiled love. She just pouted, giving me that look she gives her grandpa whenever she loses all her money gambling. Hold down the fort, Jiraiya, don't give in.
Tsunade crawled onto the blanket, smoothing its edges before pulling me by the hand to retire next to her. I pulled her into my arms, smirking at her as she rested her chin on my fluttering chest.
"Baka," she whined. "I just want to give you everything."
Holy shit, do not look into her eyes! My mind begs this of me, knowing I'm about to fold and just fuck the shit out of Tsunade. At this moment, they felt more dangerous than coming into contact with the deadly Sharingan of her rival clan. What was even more alarming than the yearning in her eyes was the vulnerable pleading of her soft voice.
Sounds are the portal into my soul as if they were the keys to my safe. From this close, I could listen to every hidden tone of her voice that nobody but me could ever hope to hear. I close my eyes to take in the faint whistle of the wind around us, coupled with her rushed exhale that ended on a whimper. Those simple vibrations were my medicine.
I craned my neck to kiss her again, wanting to feel her vibrations closely rather than merely just listening. She pulled away and gave me a tender look, stroking my bottom lip as she did earlier.
"I want to give you everything, too, Hime," I whisper, my breath fanning her face as she grazes my cheekbone up to my eyebrow with that gentle touch of hers. "If we do this, though, I feel like my parents would never forgive me."
"What are you talking about?"
Ah, jeez. Why can't you just take my word for it?
"Look, Tsunade. You don't wanna think about how my mom will know. But she'll know. And it won't be good for me, trust me."
Her nose scrunched up when she realized what I meant.
"But I don't get it. Can't we just shower afterward to get rid of the scent?"
My head shook quickly, doing its best not to entertain the thought of sharing a shower with Tsunade.
"It's more complicated than you think. Mom can smell things that we can't even comprehend, like emotions. Getting yelled at by her is an exercise in futility because she knows when my own anger starts to rise. She can sense it and gets even madder. You have to be seriously careful around her; she knows everything about everybody."
Tsunade, for the first time, seemed to consider that I may be right.
"Think about it. My mom is gonna wake up, start running around preparing everything for your birthday. The moment we go downstairs, she will instantly know that I fucked you on my first night back home. My mom will smell bliss, self-satisfaction, and pride coming off of me in waves."
Not to mention... if I somehow fuck this up, she'll smell disappointment, regret, and shame from Hime a mile away. So not only will she be livid I deflowered the village princess, but she'll also know I was terrible at it, too. And there's no coming back from that.
"So you're saying we have to wait until Kagami-sama goes on a mission before we can have sex."
More or less. "Yes. And? What else?"
Tsunade rolled her eyes but leaned down to kiss me sweetly. "And we need to go on a date first."
"Good girl," I whisper, capturing her lips once again.
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