A/N: I appreciate if you guys could leave comments, it motivates me to continue. You've probably noticed by now that the schedule is kinda post one day, then take a day off, then post again. Finally I want to know if you guys are into genderbended characters, so for example making male characters futa, like Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke etc. Enjoy!
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Ryoku stood stiffly to the side of the office as the door creaked open. He expected Sakura to stride past him like she always did, head high, eyes focused, barely acknowledging him with anything more than a curt nod. But today was different.
Instead of passing him, Sakura halted. Her green eyes flicked in his direction with mischievous precision. A teasing smile curled across her lips as she placed a hand on her hip. "You aren't going to say hello, Ryoku? I think we've known each other long enough to be sort of friendly don't you think?"
Ryoku flinched as if the words were kunai thrown directly at his chest. He hadn't anticipated any interaction—Sakura never addressed him directly. Not once. She always strode in, locked eyes with Lady Tsunade, and spoke only when necessary. A nod here or there, yes. But a playful greeting? Never. He couldn't help but wonder, What changed?
"Well?" Sakura tilted her head slightly, her pink locks shifting as her gaze bore into him. The intensity in her eyes was unsettling—stern, confident, commanding. It reminded him of Tsunade's gaze during a disciplinary lecture.
'It's clear to see she gets training from Lady Tsunade. She's become just as intimidating..'
Ryoku quickly straightened up and cleared his throat, tugging slightly at the collar of his black jacket. Beneath it, his white T-shirt clung to his chest with the stickiness of the room's humidity. "Sorry about that, Sakura.. We just never talked before, that's all.."
Sakura smirked. Emboldened by Ryoku's hesitance, she stepped forward with smooth confidence. Her hand rose and landed gently on his chest, fingers spread in deliberate control. Her proximity closed the gap between them until he could feel the warmth radiating off her body.
Leaning in close, her lips neared his ear as she whispered, "I'm only teasing Ryoku ~san"
The warmth of her breath hit his skin like a jutsu. Goosebumps exploded across his arms and the back of his neck. He stiffened, unable to mask the way his body reacted to the intimacy. His hairs stood at attention.
Just as Sakura began to let her hand drift lower, perhaps ready to push boundaries further, Lady Tsunade's voice cut through the tension with amused firmness. "Sakura, leave my poor assistant alone."
Sakura's head snapped up, her posture straightening as if caught mid-prank. Laughing lightly, she stepped back. "Sorry, sorry, I got carried away."
But before she turned to face Tsunade, her hand swept upward in a motion that felt more theatrical than subconscious. One finger circled around her breast, brushing over her stiff nipples that pressed visibly through her shirt. Biting her lower lip in thought, her eyes wandered once more to Ryoku's body, tracing every detail with silent intrigue. Only then did she pivot toward the Hokage's desk.
Fanning herself dramatically with the hem of her red top, she raised an eyebrow. "Is it just me, or is this room even warmer than it was yesterday? I wonder what must've been going on in here." Her words hung in the air, dripping with implication.
Tsunade's eyes flicked toward Ryoku, who immediately stiffened under the weight of her gaze. Shit, is she going to say something? Is she going to reveal—
"Me and Ryoku were just discussing very delicate.. matters.." Tsunade said evenly, her tone betraying nothing, her face composed.
Sakura didn't sit. Instead, she leaned across the desk, offering a full view of her backside. Her pink skirt lifted with the motion, revealing a pair of tight grey shorts that struggled to contain her well-developed curves. Her ass, round and powerful, flexed slightly with every minor shift of weight.
"Delicate matters? I suppose you could describe it that way," she said casually. "But from what I heard, I think a better word would be intimate."
A pause followed. Neither woman said a word. Their eyes locked, the silence louder than any argument. Ryoku stood awkwardly in the corner, unsure if he should breathe or leave or disintegrate entirely.
Finally, Tsunade broke the silence. "I was wondering why you were so bold today. I mean I always knew you were eyeing him, but I didn't realise you had heard everything."
Ryoku's brain short-circuited. 'Heard everything..? She knows?! No! She can't know! Fuck!'
Sakura blinked once, then let out a soft chuckle. Standing tall again, she tilted her head innocently. "Heard everything? What do you mean by that Lady Tsunade? I'm just implying that you were both working hard together. Nothing more.."
Her green eyes drifted toward Ryoku. "Ryoku has been working really hard, so I'd understand why you'd be working so close with him and have taken him under your wing."
Tsunade didn't miss a beat. She turned to Ryoku and smiled—soft and proud. "Yes, he is very useful and I intend to make more use of him." As her eyes returned to Sakura, her thoughts stirred. 'She's a sly fox. She already knows what we were doing in here, and yet she is pretending like she doesn't know.'
Ryoku exhaled deeply. The wave of panic rolling through him was finally receding. 'She doesn't know.. Thank the Gods! She doesn't know about it!'
With a light click of her fingers against the wooden desk, Tsunade leaned back in her chair, the swell of her chest shifting beneath her top as her posture settled into one of relaxed authority. "I need to have a private conversation with you, Sakura."
She turned her attention to Ryoku and offered a nod. "Ryoku, you're dismissed for today. Good work. Make sure you have the same energy tomorrow."
Ryoku's brow rose in surprise. Being dismissed early was unexpected, but he wasn't about to argue. The oppressive atmosphere in the room, the heat, the layered tension—it was starting to feel like a Genjutsu trap.
"Thank you, Lady Tsunade," he replied quickly, already pivoting toward the exit. His movements were fast, purposeful. The second he crossed the threshold and began descending the steps of the Hokage Mansion, a full breath escaped his lungs. A cleansing one.
'From the massive asses, big dicks, spanking and even whispering in his ear, it was all incredibly exhilarating, but stressful at the same time.'
He passed through the gates, sunlight kissing his skin, the sounds of Konoha life humming around him—laughter, footsteps, merchants shouting their wares. But Ryoku had no interest in mingling with the market crowd.
'I'm living my fantasy..' The thought was electric, pumping adrenaline through his veins. Being around Tsunade and now Sakura was more than he ever dreamed of, and if indulging in his fantasies was making him stronger… then he had every reason to chase after more.
Without wasting another second, Ryoku flashed through a set of hand signs and vanished with the Body Flicker Jutsu. In the next instant, he reappeared atop a nearby building, crouched and surveying his surroundings before sprinting across the rooftops.
"At this time of day, there shouldn't be anyone around. It's the evening after all. Everyone usually does their training in the morning."
He leapt gracefully from rooftop to rooftop, his footing light. He had obviously become faster than before. Eventually, the familiar clearing of the training grounds came into view.
But contrary to his expectations, he wasn't alone.
At the center of the field stood a single girl. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, unmoving even in the soft breeze. She wore a white sleeve lavender jacket, and with every motion of her arms and palms, the signature style of the Hyuga Clan was unmistakable.
Her chest—large enough to rival even Tsunade's—bounced subtly with each precise movement. There was a rhythm to it, a hypnotic sway that was difficult to ignore.
Ryoku swallowed hard and forced himself to look away. 'Nope. Not going there. I just need to train and leave—'
[New Mission! Act as Hinata's taijutsu sandbag! Reward: 30XP + Jutsu: Earthstyle: Body Boulder]
The notification flared in his vision like a summoned contract scroll. He froze.
"...Fuck."