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2nd Bonus Chapter
No one knew how much time had passed before the sounds from the guest room finally quieted.
The room was a mess.
Tsunade leaned against the headboard, her breathing uneven. Uchiha Hikaru lay beside her, motionless, completely spent.
Tsunade stood, pulled one of Hikaru's spare flak jackets from the closet, and threw it on before walking out to the living room. She picked up the jar of white sake and carried it back to the bedroom.
Settling back against the headboard, she took long gulps straight from the jar, feeling the alcohol burn down her throat and into her belly, flooding her with warmth. Her voice hummed softly as she sipped, a lazy, satisfied tune on her lips.
Damn, that hit the spot.
Despite her enhanced strength and durability, Tsunade was still a woman—and the faint red stain on the bedsheet was evidence of something deeply personal and meaningful.
She kept drinking until her body began to slow. Drowsiness took over. Eventually, she lay down again and drifted into deep sleep.
Her breathing softened, became rhythmic.
Only then did Uchiha Hikaru slowly sit up.
His face was unreadable as he looked over at Tsunade beside him—an expression caught somewhere between admiration and calculation.
But beneath it all, his thoughts were sharp.
That was good... but nowhere near enough.
His Mangekyō Sharingan activated silently.
"Bind her."
A thin, glimmering chain emerged from his right wrist, snaking through the air and wrapping firmly around Tsunade's wrists, then anchoring her legs to either side of the bed.
Tsunade stirred at the sudden sensation. Her eyes snapped open—and immediately widened in alarm.
"What the hell?! Hikaru, are you serious? You used your Mangekyō technique on me?! You bastard!"
Uchiha Hikaru scratched his ear casually, unfazed.
"Shameless? Please. That phrase means nothing to me. A 'forced melon isn't sweet'? Whoever said that never ate it right."
He smirked and leaned in, tilting Tsunade's chin up with two fingers.
"Feel familiar?"
"That's exactly what you did to me, earlier."
"Didn't I play along well?"
Tsunade's pupils quivered.
Wait… was it all planned?
From the moment he acted passive? From the tent to now… was all of it just a layered deception?
The pride she'd felt before began to crack under the weight of humiliation.
Was I played the entire time?
Still, she clung to her stubbornness, echoing his earlier excuse with mock innocence.
"You said it yourself, the Uchiha and the Senju…"
Hikaru covered her mouth with his palm, eyes solemn.
"That was the past. We fought, yes—but we also built Konoha together."
He removed his hand and leaned closer, lowering his voice.
"So why not get even closer now? Become a real family?"
Tsunade's breath caught in her throat. She knew she couldn't take much more—her body was already beyond its limit. But before she could object again, he interrupted her muttered protest.
"Hngh... you… bastard…"
And then Uchiha Hikaru descended again.
The balance shifted once more.
The room was in chaos by the time it ended.
Hikaru seriously suspected the bedframe might collapse any second now. If it did, fine—he'd just toss a few mattresses on the floor next time.
He leaned against the headboard, one arm casually draped behind him. The chains had long since been removed.
They weren't needed anymore.
They'd only been necessary at the start—just long enough to keep Tsunade from overpowering him. After that, she had no strength left to resist.
Now, he lounged shirtless with a sake jar in hand and a half-eaten plate of braised beef brought in from the living room.
He drank and ate with abandon, mirroring Tsunade's earlier swagger almost perfectly.
The sake was gone in a few more gulps.
Hikaru turned his eyes toward Tsunade.
The Slug Princess. One of the Legendary Sannin. A master of medical ninjutsu. The woman poised to become the Fifth Hokage.
She now lay curled up near the edge of the bed, her skin flushed, drenched in sweat, her lips parted and breathing uneven.
Red marks stood out faintly on the smooth skin of her back. She trembled occasionally, too drained to move.
From his vantage, Hikaru could see her dazed pupils dilating and contracting.
Completely out of it. Like I broke her.
He took a slow breath.
Well... guess that counts as a full reversal.
He'd experienced both ends of the spectrum tonight—and to be honest, he preferred this version.
Tsunade's strong, dominant personality had only fueled the thrill for him. Her power, her identity, her pride—they all made the final moment of surrender that much sweeter.
This is also a form of battle. A game of strength and will. And tonight—I won.
Her endurance had surpassed even Anko and Kurenai. And she challenged him in new ways, forcing him to use every ounce of creativity and control he had.
The Mangekyō had helped, of course. The Sharingan was always a cheat code.
Thanks, Obito, Hikaru thought with dark amusement. If I hadn't replicated those Hashirama cells, I wouldn't have been willing to waste a single drop of chakra on something like this.
Tsunade finally stirred, recovering enough to lift her gaze.
Her eyes locked onto him—filled with indignation, frustration, and a hint of embarrassment.
Hikaru spread his arms wide and gave her an innocent look.
"What? Don't look at me like that. You were the one who initiated the first round. And you weren't exactly resisting, were you?"
He tilted his head teasingly.
"So… which version did you like better?"
Tsunade's cheeks burned crimson.
"Shut up! I didn't—!"
Before she could finish, Hikaru pulled her into his arms again. She flailed for a moment but didn't resist as much this time.
He gently stroked the back of her hair, fingers threading through golden strands.
His voice dropped to a soft murmur.
"It's late. You're tired. Rest with me."
Tsunade huffed, pushing against his chest, but without real force.
Hikaru chuckled.
She's kind of cute when she's mad…
Tsunade glared at him.
"I'm going to sleep. And you said you'd put me in the guest room. So go back to your own damn bed!"
She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and turned her back to him.
Hikaru raised both hands.
"Alright, alright. I'm going."
He started walking toward the door…
"Wait. Come back."
Hikaru smirked.
He turned around and returned to the bed, slipping under the blanket and wrapping an arm around her.
Tsunade shifted away slightly, her back still facing him.
"I can't take another round. Let's just… rest."
Within seconds, she was asleep.
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