A/N: We officially have enemies that are reporting this novel! I assume it's because some people hate Futa. Seems I might have to post elsewhere soon. Heart my page so you can keep updated. For now we're still alive and strong tho, so middle fingers up to the haters. I've also got to thank you guys for the support. Those who support, know who they are. This fic will probably be continuing for quite a while since my schedule is pretty relaxed. I've written many novels before and I'd usually get burnout from daily uploads, but this has been the most chill to write. I'm not sure if it's because it's not purely story driven, or that I just get a day to relax between uploads, but whatever it is, it's working.
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After a talk with Kiba, Ryoku found himself strongly advised by her to go speak to Tsunade and ask for an exception to join the Chunin exams. Despite Kiba's encouragement, Ryoku was hesitant. Lady Tsunade had openly shown an interest in him, and there was a significant chance she might deny his request just to ensure he remained under her control, blackmailed into performing tasks for her. Yet, even if she did accept, Ryoku knew she'd undoubtedly demand something in return.
His mind unwillingly drifted back to the previous day's disturbing events, remembering vividly how he'd almost been subjected to Tsunade's whims, saved only by Sakura's timely intervention. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled her unpredictability. "She's really unstable... One moment we could be having a normal conversation as employer and employee, and the next I could be bent over her desk or lap, getting his hole stretched ..." he muttered bitterly to himself, feet dragging with each reluctant step towards the Hokage Mansion. He searched his mind desperately for an excuse not to proceed but came up empty.
As Ryoku caught a glimpse of the Hokage Mansion's distinct fire symbol glinting in the sunlight, he paused, genuinely assessing the risk he was taking. He knew Tsunade would be especially frustrated and exhausted today—Saturday meant no assistant to shoulder the workload. Convincing her under these conditions would be incredibly challenging. Steeling himself, Ryoku's expression hardened with newfound determination. "Whatever she asks me to do, I'll do it. One last task is worth being free," he resolved, moving forward decisively.
With steady, confident strides, Ryoku approached the mansion entrance. He nodded to the two familiar Chunin guards stationed at the gate, passing by without interruption. Entering the bustling building, Ryoku glanced around nervously. Receptionists and administrators scurried about frantically, burdened by towering stacks of paperwork. A soft chuckle escaped him as he observed the chaos. 'No wonder I always felt drained coming home from here. There's absolutely no room for slacking off. I must've learned to tune all of this out somehow.'
Gathering his composure, Ryoku swiftly directed his attention towards the staircase leading up to Tsunade's office. As he began making his way towards it, an unsettling presence blocked his path. His gaze landed on a familiar, sinister figure he'd seen countless times before—a frail old woman with a heavily wrinkled face. One of her eyes was bandaged tightly, wrapping around her head, and her arm was concealed beneath her distinctive robe—half white, half black. Instantly, Ryoku's expression turned into a subconscious scowl. 'Now that I see her in person, he noticed her robes resembled Zetsu. Whether intentional or not, it fit him perfectly—they were both snakes.'
The old woman coughed abruptly, jolting Ryoku out of his wary thoughts. "You're Ryoku, correct?" Her voice rasped coldly as she gripped her walking stick tightly.
"Yes, that's me. And who might you be?" Ryoku replied, his voice carrying an underlying tone of defiance, refusing to let the woman intimidate him.
Danzo didn't immediately respond, simply studying Ryoku with intense scrutiny. The oppressive silence thickened the atmosphere, becoming almost suffocating. Ryoku inwardly admitted the old woman's sinister aura was more terrifying than any he had encountered—even surpassing Obito's dark presence. Unable to bear the growing tension, Ryoku eventually cracked, lowering his eyes. "I—I work for Lady Tsunade," he added, his voice softer, confidence visibly waning.
Danzo's thin lips curled subtly, pleased to have broken Ryoku's defiance. "Yes, I'm aware," she acknowledged. "What brings you here on your day off?"
Ryoku blinked, baffled and wary. Despite feigning ignorance of Danzo's identity, he knew Danzo never spoke without purpose. For all he knew, this encounter might have been meticulously planned. Deciding honesty might be safest, he admitted his purpose plainly, "I want to ask her for an exception to join the Chunin exams—I don't have a team."
Nodding approvingly, Danzo replied calmly, "You don't need to bother Lady Tsunade. She's preoccupied, exhausted, and hardly in a receptive mood. Come another day."
Ryoku nodded slightly, sharing the same conclusion, though wary of Danzo's suggestion. "Then what do you suggest I do? Wait until another day?" Ryoku questioned carefully, attempting to unravel Danzo's intentions.
Danzo turned away slightly before glancing back over her shoulder, an unsettling smile playing on her lips. "You ask clever questions, so let me be blunt—I can resolve your issue immediately by placing you onto an existing team missing a member. Follow me," she instructed, her tone deceptively casual yet commanding.
Instinctively cautious, Ryoku shook his head, stepping back. Danzo's reputation made her intentions transparently dangerous—this wasn't generosity, but manipulation. "Sorry, I think it's better if I ask Lady Tsunade. I don't want to trouble someone I barely know. Thanks anyway," Ryoku declared quickly, spinning on his heels to escape. But an icy, commanding aura abruptly halted him in place, freezing everyone around them. "Come. With me. That isn't an option," Danzo ordered, her voice chillingly firm.
Ryoku swallowed hard, feeling adrenaline surge through his veins, his pulse quickening uncomfortably. 'Seems I have no other choice…' Reluctantly, he turned around to follow her out.
They exited the mansion and soon arrived at a secluded training ground on the outskirts of the village. Danzo performed a quick hand sign, uttering, "Release!" A previously concealed seal appeared on a large tree, and as she ripped it away, an illusion faded, revealing a deep hole.
"Follow me," Danzo commanded, jumping down without hesitation. Taking a deep breath, Ryoku leaped after her, smoothly softening his fall with a practiced roll while Danzo landed effortlessly, supporting herself with her cane.
As Ryoku stood up and took in his surroundings, a wave of awe washed over him. Before him sprawled a hidden underground hot spring, a breathtaking oasis he had never imagined existing beneath the village. The warm, steamy air felt comforting, surrounded by lush greenery and large rocks strategically placed as seats, complete with small taps for convenience. The walls resembled quaint, traditional Japanese homes adorned with softly glowing lanterns, enhancing the atmosphere.
Entranced, Ryoku almost missed noticing Danzo had removed her robes, revealing her form. Her aged yet robust body exuded confidence, and she gracefully approached the spring, dipping her toe in to test the water's temperature. Satisfied, she half-turned to Ryoku, her expression inviting yet demanding. "Rub my back, and I'll rub yours. If you want access to the Chunin exams, come over here and do as I ask."
Ryoku's eyes involuntarily trailed her figure, noticing her mature curves. Her hips were broad, her sides marked with soft, loose skin, and though her backside lacked youthful firmness, it remained predominantly rounded. Her breasts sagged slightly from age, yet retained a softness that drew attention, topped with vibrant pink nipples contrasting beautifully against her caramel-toned skin. Though she was turned, Ryoku noticed a ball sack hanging between her legs and the head of her erect cock.
Her balls were large and her tip leaked pre-cum that glistened in the lighting. Her cock twitched slightly, as her expression became more lustful. In that moment she resembled all the other girls that had previously dominated him.
Despite all of the red flags, an unexpected thought quietly emerged, breaking through his reluctance.
'Beautiful…'
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